The atmosphere became even colder.

It started to snow, and thin snowflakes fell down, as crystal clear as jade.

Murong Yong looked at Gu Yanfei for a moment, and a storm seemed to be brewing in his dark eyes, and the stench of the corpse at the tip of his nose seemed to be stronger.

Even the servants of the Murong family behind him subconsciously approached Murong Yong, and sniffed it with a complicated expression.

They all thought of the same direction in fear: In other words, what Miss Gu Er said was the truth, the old lady is really dead!!

The timid servant even shivered with his legs and his hair stood up. He remembered that his family had served the old lady recently.

In less than a cup of tea, the face of the Shangqing Zhenren had changed several times because of Gu Yanfei's words, and his eyes were so complicated that it was unspeakable.

He could no longer maintain his fairy-like appearance, and his face darkened.

He walked two steps closer to Gu Yanfei, questioning word by word: "Who are you?"

At this moment, the voice of the Shangqing Zhenren is no longer the feeling of no joy or sorrow, no desire or demand in daily life, but a hint of sharpness and a hint of unhappiness that has been ruined by others.

The wise man doesn’t say secret words, and the Shangqing Zhenren says this to this point, which means that he does not intend to cover up anything with a stubborn voice.

After a little thought, the halal man Shangqing thought about it and understood more things, he asked bluntly: "Did you tear the talisman on the window?"

Murong Hao and his wife insisted that the talisman was blown away by the wind, and the Shangqing Zhenren didn't believe it at that time, but they were too lazy to bother with this issue.

Not everyone can reveal the talisman he posted on the window, only those who are connected with Mrs. Murong's bloodline, or those who are like him.

At that time, the Shangqing Zhenren guessed that maybe Murong Hao or others were shaken and wanted to give up, but in the end they were reluctant to give up, so they only moved one talisman.

People's hearts are changing, and Shangqing Zhenren has long been used to this kind of thing, so they don't care much about it.

He had never expected that such a person was hidden in Dingyuan Marquis' Mansion.

The Shangqing Zhenren looked up and down at Gu Yanfei, with some scrutiny, some temptation, and some speculation.

Seeing that the Shangqing Zhenren did not directly deny Gu Yanfei's words, Murong Yong felt like there was a big hole missing in his heart, and the cold wind roared in.

In his opinion, "joking joy" means resolving evil spirits with happy events, and more to seek joy. Failure is not bad, and success is beneficial to the Murong family.

Isn't that the case?

Could it be that my grandmother has really...

Murongyong felt cold all over, and his heart slowly sank as if soaked in water.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a suffocating darkness. Even the scene where his relatives stayed at the front of his grandmother's couch and didn't untie his clothes, and he must taste the medicine first became extremely ironic.

His father and mother also became unrecognizable...

After all, Murong Yong is not a young boy. His years of experience in fighting on the battlefield made him far more calm than his peers. His heart was like a storm, but he still adjusted his emotions in the fastest time and barely maintained his calmness.

He asked Shangqing Halal in a gloomy tone and said, "Is what she said true?"

He stared at Shangqing Zhenren tightly, his face was solemn, his words were clear, and his eyes became deep and violent little by little, like a blade shaving across his face inch by inch.

Faced with Murong Yong's aggressive questioning, Shangqing Zhenren laughed lightly instead.

He swung the whisk casually and returned to his fairy-like appearance. He did not directly answer yes or no, but said calmly: "The descendants of your family are filial, which makes the Zun reluctant to let his mother die. I am grateful for their filial piety, so I helped him."

"Everyone knows that joy can resolve disasters and evil spirits and restore serious illnesses..."

The Shangqing Zhenren spoke with integrity, but Murong Yong's brows were tightly twisted together, savoring the other party's perfunctory and refusal.

"Haha..." Gu Yanfei smiled brilliantly, but with unconcealed mockery in his smile, he interrupted the words behind Shangqing Zhenren.

"I borrow luck from the joy. Should I lend this luck to Mrs. Murong or to Taoist priest?" Gu Yanfei's voice was also stained with the coldness of the snow, and a hint of coolness penetrated into people's hearts.

The expression of the Shangqing Zhenren changed slightly again, and she was shocked and confused.

When did such a person appear in the capital?

"You are infected with the cause and effect of life and death, and you still want to enter the Tao?" Gu Yanfei said with a sharp edge and poked straight into the other person's heart without hesitation, "You are really thinking too much."

The last word deliberately dragged a long sound, sarcastic and lively.

Last time, when Shangqing came to the Marquis's Mansion to treat the Grandma, Gu Yanfei realized that Shangqing was not the fake Taoist priest who was waiting to cheat. He had talent, spiritual roots, and some real skills. If the spiritual energy in this small world was not too weak, he could have lured qi into his body.

It’s a pity that he is eager to achieve success and has a bad intention!

"In this life, you will never have the chance to practice Taoism." Gu Yanfei shook his head, his eyes as clear as water, and there was a transcendence of the mortal fireworks that were not stained with intangible dust.

She was an inch shorter than the Shangqing Zhenren, but at this moment, Shangqing inexplicably felt that the other party seemed to be above the clouds, looking down at her from a high place.

The two were obviously very close, but they seemed to be very far away. It seemed that there was a door called "Tao" between them. She entered the Tao, and she was still outside the door.

The Shangqing Zhenren was lost for a moment, as if he had been seen through his clear eyes inside and out, his own experience, his own realm, his own secrets...

The other party is the sea, but he is just a clear stream that is visible to everyone.

Over the years, he has always looked down on others and has always worshipped him;

And now, such a teenage girl made him feel very stressed and felt nothing to hide.

He devoted himself to practicing Taoism for decades before he finally achieved some success. He was proficient in the Five Classics and Six Jias, and was proficient in talisman refining alchemy, but in front of her, these seemed to be worth mentioning at all!

The heart of the Shangqing Zhenren was tightened, and the chill in his body spread rapidly, like a huge ice net that tightly bound him to it.

His expression went from shock, doubt to confusion, panic, and uneasy... in the end he forced himself to hold on, maintaining a precarious shell.

"Nothing nonsense." The Shangqing Zhenren forced himself to meet Gu Yanfei's eyes and said in a cold tone.

Even though he felt a little uneasy, he still didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, nor did he dare to believe it.

Snowflakes floated on his black, silver-haired hair, as if they had added a few silver threads to him, adding a bit of aging.

As for Gu Yanfei's head, Gu Yuan had already carefully held up a tung oil umbrella for her to cover the wind, snow and snow outside.

Gu Yanfei touched his chin, looked at Shangqing Zhenren with his little face tilted, and slowly and confidently said: "Have you made no progress in recent years?"

The mask called "Immortal Style and Taoist Bone" of Shangqing Zhenren appeared cracks again, and the shock was written naked on his face, and the shock immediately turned into fear.

The other party said that he was most afraid of!

For a moment, the Shangqing Zhenren felt that he seemed to be back in his twenties and looked up at his master from Wuliangguan.

She is not in the same state as him at all.

Gu Yanfei laughed "Puchi", his laughter was like a silver bell, like a spring breeze, and his smile was cunning and lively and lazy.

Her voice faintly spit out three words: "You, live, deserve it!"

A gust of cold wind blew, and the fine snow in the air was blown away, splashing on the face of the Shangqing Zhenren, as if pouring a bucket of ice water on his body.

"Random!" The face of the Shangqing Zhenren was flushed red, and blue veins suddenly appeared on his forehead, making his face look huge and ferocious, completely different from his usual detached appearance.

The rising anger in the body burst out at this moment.

He raised the whisk in anger and threw it towards Gu Yanfei's face. The long silver thread drew an arc like a meteor.

"brush!"

The silver dagger was pulled out of the sheath, and a silver light filled with cold air flashed like lightning.

The next moment, the countless silver threads on the whisk were cut off by a sword blade that was as sharp as mud.

But the silver threads were blown away by the cold wind in an instant, flying all over the sky with the white and crystal clear snow in the air. Some were blown to the branches of the cypress trees by the wind, some drifted to the walls, some drifted to the ground, and some were blown away further and further...

This scene is as beautiful as a dream.

The whisk in the hand of Shangqing Zhenren was only a slender handle made of black iron, which was bare.

He stood there in a daze, his eyes almost protruding, his face turned blue, white, and purple.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and the wind was louder.

"It's too late!"

Gu Yanfei gently flicked the short sword in his hand, and the sword body buzzed, and a silver thread hanging on the sword also fell.

She leisurely dragged a deep and profound ending sound, and the heart trembled when she heard the Qing Zhenren's heart.

Bang!

The heartbeat of Shangqing Zhenren suddenly accelerated, and she had a bad premonition in her heart.

It's too late, what's too late?

"You...what do you mean?" The Shangqing Halal man stared at Gu Yanfei's eyes almost to the extreme, and his tone was sharp and rapid.

Gu Yanfei said in a faint voice: "Forcing people to die in the world is contrary to the way of heaven."

Although, the way of heaven in this small world is not very pleasing!

She brushed her hand casually, took a beautiful sword flower, and quickly retracted the short sword into the sheath.

The cloak fell down, blocking the scabbard tightly, and then turned into the casual appearance of the usual days, and the sharp light of the sword disappeared.

Meeting the tranquil eyes of Shangqing Zhenren, Gu Yanfei added: "The dead should go to the dead."

Dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth.

Her voice was neither light nor heavy, and it reached everyone's ears.

Murongyong's heart beat violently twice, his eyes darker and darker, and he could not hide the evil spirit.

Grandma can't die.

His dark eyes looked at Gu Yunzhen, who was standing beside Gu Yanfei, and subconsciously took two steps towards her.
Chapter completed!