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Ren Pingsheng turned to look at Xiao Rongxue with a serious look on his face: "It's too cold at high places. Isn't that what it's like to banish an immortal?"

"..."

Xiao Rongxue had a strange expression and hesitated to speak.

It’s true that it’s cold at high places.

But Bai Ping is only at the fifth level, which is far from being banished to immortality. Just like what he said, standing with his hands behind his back and his back to all living beings will only give people the impression of a tiger-like dog, which is ridiculous.

"That's all. Anyway, it's the white screen that's embarrassing. What does it have to do with me?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Rongxue stopped worrying and changed the subject: "How is your injury?"

"Skin injuries can heal in a few days of rest."

Ren Pingsheng said: "What about you?"

Xiao Rongxue took off the saber from her waist, placed it on the stone table, sat across from him, and replied: "It's just a shock to the soul. I need to rest for half a day, nothing serious."

Having said this, he thought of something and looked at Ren Pingsheng with a more complicated look. He hesitated for a moment and then asked: "What grade are you...?"

"Originally eighth grade, now seventh grade."

Ren Pingsheng shrugged and said in a very Versailles manner: "When I was risking my life against those monsters, I somehow managed to advance."

When Xiao Rongxue heard this, she lowered her eyes slightly and said nothing.

"What kind of look does she have, doesn't she believe me?"

Ren Pingsheng felt a little helpless: "It is indeed the seventh grade. If you don't believe it, show me the sword aura."

He thought Xiao Rongxue didn't believe that he had broken through the eighth level, so he picked up the broken knife and prepared to demonstrate it.

"Are you still hiding your strength? Are you worried that I will leak the news, or... are you simply used to this?

Having said that, the identity of Prince Zhenbei is indeed a shackle. If I were him, I would probably do the same. "

Xiao Rongxue raised her eyes and looked at him with a serious expression: "Actually... you can trust me."

"?" Ren Pingsheng looked confused.

Seeing that he didn't want to admit it, Xiao Rongxue sighed faintly: "You gave in to me in the past few times of sparring, right?"

"?" Ren Pingsheng still looked confused.

Xiao Rongxue said: "In the battle at the hunting ground, the scenes of you fighting with the demon clan were all shown in the mysterious mirror. Now everyone knows you..."

"What do you know about me?"

"Hidden strength."

Hidden strength?

Ren Pingsheng was stunned for a few seconds, and finally came to his senses, dumbfounded.

I want to explain but don't know how to speak.

You can't say that the reason why I can fight against a group of monsters alone is because I have practiced the "Soul Devouring Art". The strength of my soul is far higher than that of a martial artist of the same level. With system points added, all attributes are also far higher than that of a martial artist of the same level, right?

After thinking again and again, I could only blame it all on the weapons in my hands: "The battle in the hunting ground had nothing to do with me. It mainly relied on the weapons."

"Weapon?" Xiao Rongxue was startled.

"right."

Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly, put the broken sword on the table, and introduced it seriously: "This is a weapon that awakens the soul. It's called the Minghong Sword. It was given to me by Emperor Zhaowu."

Hear the weapons that awaken the aura.

Xiao Rongxue was startled at first, then showed a look of disbelief, staring at the broken knife intently: "Is this... a spiritual weapon?"

The so-called spiritual weapon refers to the object after awakening the soul, whether it is a weapon or other object, it can be called this.

"Minghong, come on, show it off!" Ren Pingsheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

After the words fell, Xiao Rongxue's heart beat twice, and she looked at the broken knife without blinking.

As the daughter of the Wulin Alliance, she knows better than anyone how precious spiritual weapons are.

To say it is rare is an understatement.

There was only one thing in the entire Wulin Alliance, and his father treated it as a treasure on weekdays, and built a separate courtyard specifically for it.

It is no exaggeration to say that my father treats her better than his own daughter.

thus.

She was so shocked when she heard that this ordinary broken knife turned out to be a spiritual weapon.

Time passes minute by minute.

Broken Dao was so quiet that it lay on the stone table, motionless, just like her Xiuchun Dao.

"Why is there no reaction at all? Is it possible that you are still resting? Just wait."

After waiting for half a stick of incense, Xiao Rongxue finally realized that she had been deceived by Ren Pingsheng again, and turned to look at him, speechless.

"..."

Don't talk about her, Ren Pingsheng is also speechless.

Before Xiao Rongxue came back, he tried several times, and Broken Blade would respond every time. Why didn't it respond at all this time?

"Minghong?"

Ren Pingsheng called out softly, but there was still no response.

Xiao Rongxue crossed her arms and looked like I would just watch your performance quietly.

"what's the situation."

Ren Pingsheng murmured, stood up, gently stroked the handle of the broken knife, and said kindly: "To give you face, I will take you to make a big sword another day."

aside.

When Xiao Rongxue saw this scene, she couldn't stand it any longer. She thought to herself: Everyone saw the scene where you fought against the monsters alone. Is it necessary to pretend to be crazy and act stupid like this?

"Okay, okay, I believe you are not hiding your strength. Fighting monsters alone relies on weapons. There is no need..."

The words are not finished yet.

The broken knife on the stone table suddenly rose into the sky, straight upward, as if it was going to break through the clouds and cut down the bright moon.

A few breaths later, it fell from the sky again. The moonlight was shining, and the cold light flickered. It was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen from the sky!

call out!

The sound of breaking through the air sounded in Xiao Rongxue's ears.

Just a few seconds.

The broken knife had circled around her several times, and finally stood firmly beside Ren Pingsheng. It stood out of thin air, spinning rapidly, and the magic weapon descended from the sky with a rainbow-like momentum!

"It's really a spiritual weapon!"

Xiao Rongxue stared at this scene in a daze, her mouth slightly open, her pupils slightly shrunken, and her heart was shocked beyond words.

It is indeed a rare spiritual weapon. Such a cool appearance is comparable to Ren Pingsheng who fought alone against the monsters in the hunting ground!

On the side.

Ren Pingsheng was also amazed by the appearance of the Broken Knife.

He was in a trance for a few seconds, and then realized that the previous deaf and dumb was all foreshadowing the appearance now.

"Playing the pig to eat the tiger... You kid knows how to pretend to be awesome and get slapped in the face!"

Looking at the majestic and cool Broken Knife in front of him, Ren Pingsheng felt inferior.

Xiao Rongxue stared at the Broken Knife intently, with a light in her eyes and envy on her face.

For a while.

She looked at Ren Pingsheng, her voice trembling slightly: "Can I touch it?"

When she was young, she wanted to touch her father's spiritual weapon to see how it was different from ordinary magic weapons.

My dad never allowed me to do it, and I never had a chance to touch it until I grew up. Now that there is a chance in front of me, of course I want to try it.

"It depends on whether it agrees or not." Ren Pingsheng shrugged.

Xiao Rongxue looked at the broken knife, his eyes shining, and asked, "Is it okay?"

Clang!

The broken knife made a loud sound and hid behind Ren Pingsheng. The meaning couldn't be clearer, no!

"Okay."

Xiao Rongxue was disappointed, but didn't say anything, and changed the subject: "Why did Emperor Zhaowu give it to you?"

Each spiritual weapon is unique and extremely precious.

Even if it is not much different from ordinary weapons now, it has great potential. As long as it is not destroyed and absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it will sooner or later grow into a peerless magic weapon.

It is no exaggeration to say.

Even for the emperor, spiritual weapons are rare.

How could Emperor Zhaowu give such a treasure to Ren Pingsheng.

Not to mention Ren Pingsheng, even his father, the King of Zhenbei, or the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, may not be able to get such a reward.

"Maybe, because I'm his son-in-law?"

"Impossible."

Xiao Rongxue said: "If being the son-in-law of Emperor Zhaowu can get a spiritual weapon, the cultivators in the world will probably flock to it and compete to marry the princess."

Ren Pingsheng asked: "Isn't it now?"

As far as he knows, both Chang'an and Yunhe have countless suitors, but they are often ignored by the emperor and them.

Xiao Rongxue was slightly startled when he heard this.

It seems... it is true.

"In short, it is impossible for Emperor Zhaowu to give you such a treasure just because of your status as a son-in-law."

"That may be because I have a fate with Minghong."

Ren Pingsheng finished speaking.

The broken knife behind him suddenly rushed to him and gently rubbed his arm with the side of the blade to show intimacy.

So cooperative?

Xiao Rongxue looked at the knife and the man in front of him, and a feeling rose in his heart.

They are indeed a pair, with the same virtue.

When they are serious, they are like gentle gentlemen, gentle and modest.

When he is not serious, he is so mean and speechless.

"Even if it is a spiritual weapon, the strength you showed in the hunting ground battle is no less than that of a sixth-grade weapon."

"It's just a matter of accumulation."

After hearing these four words, Xiao Rongxue fell into silence. After a long time, he nodded and agreed with his statement.

Having lived and eaten with Ren Pingsheng for several months, Xiao Rongxue has seen his efforts.

In terms of hard work, I am afraid that no martial artist in the world can compare with him.

For twenty years, if you don't make a sound, you will be amazing. Isn't it human nature to make a sound once?

"There has never been any hidden strength, there is only the almost stubborn persistence of a "martial arts loser."

Looking at Ren Pingsheng, who looked calm in front of him, Xiao Rongxue thought to himself.

"Why did you come back so late today? Could it be that you just returned to the capital and the Demon Suppression Department assigned you another case?"

Ren Pingsheng sat back on the stone bench and asked casually.

Hearing this, Xiao Rongxue sighed, with a helpless look on his face.

Is it true?

Ren Pingsheng asked curiously, "What case happened in the capital that must be transferred to the Demon Suppression Division?"

Xiao Rongxue said, "The doctor of the Jiangdong Qingli Division of the Ministry of Revenue was found hanging at home. We checked inside and outside the house and found nothing unusual, but his relatives refused to accept it and insisted that the doctor was murdered. We have to check again tomorrow."

The Ministry of Revenue is in charge of land, household registration, taxes, salaries and all financial matters. It has a very high status among the six ministries, second only to the Ministry of Personnel.

It handles government affairs internally and has twelve Qingli Divisions according to regions.

The Jiangdong Qingli Division is responsible for the Jiangdong region.

And the Jiangdong region is the richest in the Great Zhou.

Therefore, as a doctor of the Jiangdong Qingli Division, the deceased had a high status in the court. He was a leader among the fifth rank and was only one step away from being promoted to a minister.

It is indeed unreasonable for such a person to suddenly hang himself in his mansion.

It is also human nature for his family to suspect that he was murdered.

Ren Pingsheng didn't want to get involved in this case, which obviously had something fishy going on. He said casually, "Then you should rest early and don't delay the investigation tomorrow."

"Yeah."

Xiao Rongxue nodded slightly and responded, glancing at the broken knife lying quietly on the stone table.

After thinking for a few seconds, he stood up and walked towards his room.

When he passed by the broken knife, he suddenly reached out and wanted to touch it.

Who would have thought.

The broken knife seemed to have expected it and quickly retreated, leaving Xiao Rongxue empty-handed.

"You won't even let me touch it, damn it!"

Xiao Rongxue looked unwilling, staring at the broken knife for a while before returning to the room.

After she left.

The broken knife made a loud sound, as if it was mocking her.

"..."

Ren Pingsheng was speechless when he saw this scene.

"Minghong's personality is different from what I thought. It is said that the knife follows its owner. I hope it can become like me in the future, mature and stable, and do its duty. Don't always think about pretending to be awesome."

Thinking so, he held the handle of the broken knife and walked back to the house.

"Go to bed."

Ren Pingsheng took off his coat, put the broken knife on the bedside, and closed his eyes to rest.

What he didn't notice was.

The broken knife lay beside him, slightly sideways, leaving only the side of the blade for him.

As if shy, it tossed and turned for a while before gradually stopping.

…………

The next day.

Early in the morning.

The sky was dim, and a few bird calls came into the house.

"Chijiji--"

Ren Pingsheng slowly opened his eyes, opened the system as usual, and signed in.

[Sign in successfully, strength +1]

He was used to the attribute point reward.

Without any inner fluctuation, he got up and changed his clothes.

First, he practiced the "Changsheng Gong" and then practiced martial arts.

After doing all this, he took out the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra" sent by the little Taoist priest.

He opened it and browsed it, trying to understand the meaning.

"This is all a mess, it doesn't make sense... I still have to ask the little Taoist priest to translate it."

He looked at the mysterious sentences in the ancient book and decided to go to the Mu Mansion in the south of the city to meet the little Taoist priest.

One is to understand the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra".

The second is to understand the little Taoist priest's personality by the way, so that it will be convenient to find a man for her.

Thinking so.

He reached out and put the ancient book into his arms, pushed open the door, and walked out.

As soon as he left the courtyard, he saw Jiang Chuyue standing by the pool, holding a blooming peony flower in his hand, sniffing it gently, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if intoxicated.

He originally planned to ignore her and leave directly.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly thought.

According to Xiao Rongxue's statement.

Isn't Jiang Chuyue also a disciple of Taoism?

Although Tianzong is different from traditional Taoist sects such as Baiyun Temple and Tianshi Mansion, they should be able to communicate with each other in some aspects.

Who knows, she might be able to translate the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra for him?

This is the thought.

Ren Pingsheng walked up to Jiang Chuyue and called softly, "Miss Chuyue."

As soon as the words fell.

Jiang Chuyue's body trembled slightly, turned slowly, and looked at Ren Pingsheng with an unbelievable look.

"What's this reaction?"

Ren Pingsheng looked puzzled, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak.

Before he opened his mouth, he saw Jiang Chuyue's beautiful eyes misty, and the slender arm holding the peony drooped slightly, sobbing softly: "The prince is finally...finally willing to talk to me."

Talking here refers to taking the initiative to talk.

"..."

Ren Pingsheng was silent for a few seconds, chose to ignore the performance of the little drama queen, and went straight to the point, asking: "Miss Chuyue, do you know what it means... the sky is clear and the earth is turbid, the sky moves and the earth is quiet; men are clear and women are turbid, men move and women are quiet."

These sentences are the opening of "The Yin and Yang Heart Sutra". If Jiang Chuyue can understand it, she will most likely be able to understand this practice.

In that case, you can ask her to translate part of it first.

For the rest, wait for Chang An to recover and let Chang An translate it.

The Yin and Yang Heart Sutra is a dual cultivation practice, which requires cooperation from both parties to practice.

When the old Tianshi gave it to him, he would definitely consider this.

Therefore, it should be no problem to pass it on to his wife.

"The sky is clear and the earth is turbid, the sky moves and the earth is quiet; men are clear and women are turbid, men move and women are quiet..."

Jiang Chuyue recited it softly, as if she thought of something, lowered her eyes slightly, pinched the hem of her skirt with her two small hands, put on a shy look, and said in a soft and coquettish voice: "The prince is annoying."

"?" Ren Pingsheng looked at a loss.

Jiang Chuyue shook her body slightly and said shyly: "The prince told me these things because he wanted to practice dual cultivation with me."

Hearing the word dual cultivation, Ren Pingsheng's eyes lit up: "She really knows!"

"If it's the prince, it's not impossible."

Jiang Chuyue lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes drooping, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito: "After all, I am the prince's maid, and when my senior sister is not around, I should help the prince...

But I have to tell my senior sister and she has to agree, otherwise she will definitely be unhappy.

Also, I am afraid of pain, the prince should be gentle, can't hit me, and can't use some weird things to bully me..."

Speaking of this.

She looked up at Ren Pingsheng, her big watery eyes blinked gently: "So, when is the prince going to practice dual cultivation with me?"

Ren Pingsheng was silent for a few seconds, took out the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra" from his arms, and asked: "Has Miss Chu Yue read this book?"

Seeing the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra", Jiang Chuyue was slightly startled, and a hint of curiosity appeared in her eyes: "Where did the prince get this book?"

"A friend sent it to me."

Ren Pingsheng replied, and continued to ask: "Can Miss Chu Yue add some annotations to this book?"

Seemingly knowing the significance of this book to her own senior sister, Jiang Chuyue rarely became serious and shook her head gently: "I can understand a few words, but if they are connected together, only the disciples of Baiyun Temple and Longhu Mountain know the deep meaning. If the prince doesn't mind, you can give it to Baiyun Temple and let them annotate it."

Does it have to be a disciple of the traditional Taoism?

Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly, thanked him, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

Jiang Chuyue watched him walk away until his back disappeared from her sight. Then she remembered something and pouted her lips in grievance: "The prince hasn't answered my question yet. When do you plan to practice dual cultivation with me..."

…………

South of the city.

Mu Mansion.

In a courtyard somewhere.

A middle-aged woman in plain clothes, with a haggard face and red eyes, asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Rou'er, do you have any way to call back your uncle's three souls and six spirits, even for just an incense stick of time.

I, I just want to know why he was so cruel and left this family behind and went by himself... If he didn't hang himself, who would have done such a cruel thing to him."

Mu Rou was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a touch of sadness between her eyebrows. She shook her head gently, feeling guilty, and replied softly: "My uncle's three souls and six spirits have dissipated in the world, even I can't do anything about it."

The middle-aged woman heard this, Tears could not stop falling from her eyes, and she looked even more haggard. Her voice trembled: "There is really no other way. Your uncle raised you and your sister as his own children since you were young. Now he died in an unclear and unclear way. You, can you bear to watch like this...

Aunt knows that you are the heir of the Tianshi Mansion and the apprentice of the old Tianshi. You must have a way, right? As long as it takes an incense stick of time, aunt will agree to anything you want."

Hearing this, Mu Rou's uncle's voice and appearance appeared in her mind. Sadness and guilt surged into her heart like a tide, making her breath difficult for a moment.

Aside.

A young man with red eyes supported the middle-aged woman, with a face full of indignation: "Mom, we don't ask her, it's useless to ask her. In her eyes, Dad's life is not as important as her cultivation and becoming an immortal. Without her, we can still find the murderer and avenge Dad!"

Mu Rou opened her mouth and wanted to say something after hearing this.

A gust of wind blew.

Her face turned pale, she swallowed what she wanted to say, and couldn't help but coughing lightly.

The middle-aged woman saw this scene, reached out and wiped her tears, her voice hoarse: "You take good care of yourself... Zhong'er, let's go, don't disturb your cousin's rest."

With the help of the young man, they left the courtyard.

Mu Rou reached out to keep the middle-aged woman, but she couldn't speak because of her cough.

She and her brother grew up in their uncle's house since they were young, and they had long regarded their uncle as their father.

Her uncle hanged himself in the mansion for no reason, and she felt equally uncomfortable, and also wanted to know the truth of his uncle's suicide.

As soon as she returned to the Mu Mansion yesterday, she had tried to call back her uncle's soul.

But... most of her uncle's soul had already dissipated, and the only thing left could only barely keep it from dispersing even if the master came. It was almost impossible to get the truth from the soul.

"Cough cough cough..."

She coughed for a long time with her mouth covered.

Mu Rou gradually recovered, and when she opened her palm, she saw a pool of blood.

In the past few days since leaving Tianshi Mansion, my illness has become more serious.

Master said that if I don't practice the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra, I won't live more than three years. This must be to comfort myself.

In fact, I'm afraid I won't even live for a year.

I wanted to say goodbye to the people I care about one by one in the last period of my life, but I didn't expect that my uncle would leave me inexplicably just after returning to the capital.

"Uncle..."

Mu Rou looked at the blood on her palm, her face was full of sorrow, and her eyebrows were full of sadness.

"Miss."

At this time, a maid came in and said softly: "There is a distinguished guest outside the mansion, claiming to be the prince of Zhenbei, and I want to ask you something."

Prince of Zhenbei?

Mu Rou was slightly startled, raised her eyes and looked at the maid, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

Longhu Mountain is located in the northern border.

She naturally knows something about this prince of the northern border.

Even, the master asked her to go down the mountain and return to the capital, using the name of delivering books to the prince of Zhenbei.

Logically speaking, the prince of Zhenbei came to visit, and as a little master, I should not refuse him at all.

But.

She was exhausted from the long journey, and when she returned to the capital, her relatives suddenly passed away. She really had no mood or energy to meet the prince of Zhenbei.

After thinking for a few seconds.

She looked at the maid, her eyebrows full of fatigue: "Please tell him that the prince is visiting, I should go out to greet him, but my old illness has relapsed in the past few days, and I can't get up from bed. I am willing but not able to meet him... cough cough cough cough..."

Before she finished speaking.

A breeze blew by, and she started coughing violently again, and her face became paler.

Seeing this scene, the maid looked worried and stepped forward to support: "It's windy outside, Miss, go in and rest quickly."

"You... cough cough cough."

Mu Rou entered the house with her support, and wanted to say something, but... she was willing but not able to.

"Miss, you don't need to say more. I understand everything. I will explain it to the prince."

Mu Rou heard this and nodded gently while coughing.

…………

After one stick of incense.

Outside the mansion.

"Prince, my lady said that when the prince came to visit, she should go out to greet him, but..."

The maid repeated Mu Rou's words, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Prince, everything the lady said is true.

Your Highness should know that my lady is weak and sick. She has been traveling all the way from the northern border to the capital. She is already exhausted, and she has encountered..."

Speaking of this, after a moment of hesitation, he told the truth: "My master passed away suddenly, and I became sick with worry. I am afraid that I will have to rest for ten days or half a month to recover."

The master of the Mu Mansion passed away?

Ren Pingsheng was stunned, and his face showed a thoughtful look.

At this juncture, it is indeed not appropriate to ask someone to translate the dual cultivation method.

It seems that we can only wait for a while.

With this thought, Ren Pingsheng slowly said: "Please tell Miss Mu Rou to express my condolences."

"Yes." The little maid nodded slightly.

Ren Pingsheng hesitated for a moment, took out a few silver bills from his arms, and handed them over: "If Miss Mu Rou recovers, please let me know."

"I can't take it." The little maid waved her hands hurriedly.

After two or three rounds of arguing.

The little maid still didn't want the silver.

Ren Pingsheng had to give up and said, "If you need medicinal materials for Miss Mu Rou's illness, you can also come to me, and I will do my best to help."

The Tianshi Mansion and the Zhenbei Palace have always been on good terms. It is always right to show more kindness to its descendants.

When the little maid heard this, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

"The prince looks like a good person... I wonder if he can find out the truth about the master's death."

When she thought of this, the little maid's face showed a hint of hesitation, and she was about to say something but stopped.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng asked, "Does the girl have anything to say?"

The little maid was a little entangled, not knowing whether she should speak.

The Zhenbei Prince sounded like he was very powerful. For him, it should not be difficult to find out the truth about the master's death.

But after all, she was just a little maid.

If such a request was made inexplicably, he would definitely refuse it, right?

Even if the lady came forward, it might not work.

As the maid thought about this, she heard the prince say in a gentle tone: "Miss, if you have something to say, just say it."

Seeing Ren Pingsheng's gentle face, he was just like the upright and modest gentleman in the storybook.

She finally made up her mind, mustered up the courage, and asked in a trembling voice: "Sir, can you help the young lady and the lady?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "Miss, why don't you tell me in detail, what to help, and how to help?"

Having already spoken, she no longer hesitated and said what she thought in her heart.

"My wife has always felt that there is another reason for my master's death. I don't know if the prince can find out why the master died suddenly."

Ren Pingsheng was slightly startled when he heard this.

It was not because the maid's request was too sudden.

He just thought that the case Xiao Rongxue mentioned last night was somewhat similar to the situation in the Mu Mansion.

Both people died suddenly, and their relatives did not believe it and wanted to find out the truth.

"Could it be that the owner of this Mu Mansion is the doctor of the Jiangdong Qingli Division of the Ministry of Revenue that Lady Xiao mentioned last night?"

When he thought of this, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If it's true, it's too coincidental."

The little maid saw his complicated expression and hurriedly said: "It's my fault for being so presumptuous, please forgive me, my lord."

Ren Pingsheng opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hey... why are you here?"

Turning around, he saw a man in a Qilin costume standing there, holding an embroidered spring sword in his hand, looking heroic.

It was Lady Xiao.

"Sure enough, my guess was right."

Ren Pingsheng thought so in his heart, and said: "I came to see a friend."

Xiao Rongxue was a little curious: "This is the first time I heard that you have friends in the capital. Could it be another beautiful young girl?"

Young girl is right.

Whether she is beautiful or not, I don't know.

Ren Pingsheng replied in his heart, saying lightly: "It's a friend from the North, who just returned to the capital yesterday."

Xiao Rongxue immediately understood what he was talking about and asked: "Are you talking about the Little Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain?"

Ren Pingsheng did not deny it and nodded slightly.

Xiao Rongxue said: "The Mu Mansion is in chaos these days, and she probably has no time to see you."

Ren Pingsheng thought for a few seconds and suddenly said: "Can I participate in this case?"

Originally, he didn't want to get involved because this case had nothing to do with him.

But now it's different.

The doctor who died was obviously a relative of the Little Heavenly Master.

If the truth can be found out and the family of the deceased can be explained, it will definitely win the favor of the Little Heavenly Master.

In the future, whether it is asking the Little Heavenly Master to help translate the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra" or completing the task of the old Heavenly Master and taking her to find a partner, it will be much more convenient.

After all, she owes me a favor.

Even if the truth cannot be found out, I will try my best, and she will be more or less grateful.

When Xiao Rongxue heard that he was going to get involved, a light burst out in her eyes, and excitement appeared between her eyebrows.

This case is settled!

She was afraid that Ren Pingsheng would regret it, so she hurriedly said: "I wish for it!"

After that.

The two entered the gate of Mu Mansion one after another.

The little maid hadn't reacted to what happened yet. She stood there for a long time before realizing that the prince agreed to her request.

With excitement on her face, she trotted back to Mu Rou.

"Miss, the prince said that he is willing to help us find out the truth about the master's death!"

"?" Mu Rou's eyes showed a trace of confusion.

Next, the little maid told everything that had just happened in detail.

Mu Rou looked a little dazed, and sighed in her heart after a while.

I didn’t say anything, but I thought to myself: “Even the Demon Suppression Division is helpless, how can he find out? I’m afraid he is just pretending to ask me for help…”