After Fang Qing and Hongxiu had clues, they assigned tasks and agreed that after they completed the task, they would meet at the elegant room of Donglai Inn at the foot of Luoyue Temple.

In the investigation of Meteor Dart, Hongxiu had an advantage over Fang Qing, so Hongxiu came forward to contact people from the world to investigate the origin of Meteor Dart. Fang Qing checked the acquaintances around the master before his death, including monks, celebrities, and an unknown mysterious figure.

I heard that this mysterious figure would come to Luoyue Temple to meet Master Komima on the first day of every month. Every time they met, Master Komima did not allow anyone to step into his room. Even small things like serving tea and water were served by him, and he would not take advantage of others' hands.

Moreover, according to the monks of Luoyue Temple, every time the mysterious person comes and goes, he sits in Master Kong's room for just one hour, no more or less, and once is no exception. In the days since this mysterious person came to Luoyue Temple, Master Kong's mood was always surprisingly good. The routine of three signatures a day would be broken, and he would be given another signature to the donor. In terms of diet, he would usually add a bowl of rice than usual.

"My little master, are there any other strange things? I mean, in addition to these situations, has Master Kongjian ever received any special visitors in the past few days? Or is the difference between the master's words and deeds and behaviors?" Fang Qing stared at the little shady monk who followed Master Kongjian before his death with his calm eyes.

Xiao Shami frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up. "Female donor, the little monk remembered. There was indeed something wrong. Just three days ago, after Master Kongjian returned to his residence, the little monk saw that he was restless and looked anxious. He murmured to himself, saying that he was wronged and what he said was coming. The master also asked the little monk to send a letter to Xiaozhu Xiyue to a donor named Leng Feihong." Three days ago, it was the time when Fang Qing asked Master Kongjian to write a signature. At that time, Master Kongjian had probably guessed her identity, so he refused and said that he could not give her fate.

As for Xiyue Xiaozhu and Leng Feihong. Could this be the mysterious person who often meets Master Kongjian? Fang Qing silently remembered the name in his heart, and then asked calmly. "Little Master, I want to go and take a look at the room where Master Kongjian lived before his death. I wonder if Master Xiao can lead the way?"

"Of course. Female donor, please come with the monk." Xiaoshami took Fang Qing to the wing room where Master Kongjian lived before his lifetime.

The wing room was empty, except for a hard couch, a simple square table, a few tea cups, and a pair of "Zen" calligraphy on the wall.

"The female donor, the little monk is going to clean the courtyard, so he said goodbye. The female donor, please take care of himself. After seeing the master's room, after coming out, please trouble the female donor to close the door. Amitabha." The little novice retreated.

Fang Qing nodded and watched his departure. Her eyes faintly swept across everything in the room, touching this and knocking on that. She wanted to find some clues in this room.

But there were only a few things in the room, and there was no way to check it. Apart from the calligraphy of the word "Zen" on the wall, Fang Qing stared at it for a long time, and suddenly jumped onto the couch, gently took off the word, then raised her fingers and tapped the wall.

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-

The middle of the wall with the hanging characters was hollow. Fang Qing's eyes narrowed. She pulled out an extremely sharp dagger from her boots and stabbed it into the hollow wall.

The hollow wall was pierced, revealing an old wooden box inside. The outer skin of the box had faded a lot of brown and red, and there were traces of broken rust on the four corners.

Fang Qing took it out gently, and she used a sharp dagger to open the wooden box. In the box, there was half a piece of bright yellow silk, and a piece of golden phoenix ring jade on the satin. The word "Luan" is engraved in the center of the hollow ring, and under the jade ring is a bright yellow tassel.

This bright yellow color has always been qualified to be used by the royal family. A quick light flashed through Fang Qing's faint eyes. She remembered what Hongxiu said before that Chunxiang was Luan Yufeng threatening to send someone to supervise her.

Could it be that she really controlled this matter?

Holding the golden phoenix ring jade in her hand, Fang Qing's eyes were calm and her luster suddenly shrank. It seemed that there was only a chance to take a try. She hid half of the bright yellow silk and the jade pendant in her sleeves, and then put the wooden box back.

She calmed down, then cleaned up Master Kongjian's room and hung the calligraphy of "Zen" back to its original position. Then, she walked out quickly and closed the door tightly.

When he walked towards her, the little master who had been entertaining her before, he saw Fang Qing and said politely: "Female donor, have you visited the master's room?"

Fang Qing nodded indifferently. Yes—

She turned around coldly and floated away, ignoring the little novice monk behind her. The little novice monk stood there, holding a broom, and spared the back of her head in confusion. The female donor came to ask Master Koji today, and asked so carefully. Did she know Master before?

Shaking his head, the little novice monk felt that he was thinking too much, so he continued to carry the broom and clean the west courtyard.

According to the agreement with Hongxiu in advance, Fang Qing waited for Hongxiu at Donglai Inn early.

But I didn't expect-

As soon as she stepped into the elegant room of Donglai Inn, she heard a familiar and life-destroying cough.

Cough cough cough - Cough cough cough -

The blood was as color as flowers, and the white silk was stained with blood. As if he had first met, the man was sitting near the window. He was wearing a cloak, his slender jade fingers wrapped in blood-stained white silk, and gently threw it out of the window.

Hongxiu was sitting next to him. When she saw Fang Qing entering the door, Shui Lingling's big eyes lit up instantly. She smiled sweetly and raised her hand to wave to Fang Qing. "Miss Third, I'm here."

In Fang Qing's light eyes, a luster floated up. She walked to the table gently and sat opposite him. She glanced at the red sleeves beside her, with sharp and cold luster.

Hongxiu stuck out her tongue, and she said embarrassedly: "Miss 3, Hongxiu knows that she is lazy. But there is nothing she can do. In order not to lose to you, Hongxiu has to ask the young master for help. You know, there is nothing that my young master can't do. Instead of wasting time to find useless people to help, it's better to say good things and ask the young master for help."

Fang Qing was too lazy to argue with her anymore, so she looked at Su Ye sitting opposite her calmly. Well, when he came, she happened to have something to give him. She took out the South China Sea night pearl representing Su Ye's identity from her sleeve, put it on her palm, and delivered it to Su Ye coldly.

"This, the little girl doesn't need it. I'll get it for the good intentions of the young master."

Su Ye under the cloak, the ice-blue luster flashed, and the corners of his mouth curled up evilly. He reached out and pushed Ye Mingzhu to Fang Qing. "I have no other intentions, I just follow our agreement on Hongfeng Mountain. This thing is left by the girl's side and will be used when I need it in urgent need."

Fang Qing heard this and her eyes were slightly shaken.

What does Su Ye mean?

"Please keep it, it's just a token. In the future, the girl will understand why she left this thing with the girl." Su Ye's thin lips slightly pulled, and a stream of light overflowed the corners of her lips.

Fang Qing stared at Ye Mingzhu in her palm, and a hint of confusion caught her eyebrows. She was a little puzzled. The red sleeves beside her blinked at her, and she held Fang Qing's hand. "Miss Third, my young master said this, it must be his reason. Just keep it first. If you want to return this thing, you will get it in the future, right?"

Fang Qing looked at Su Ye, then looked at Hongxiu again. She raised her eyebrows slightly, held the palm of her hand, took back Ye Mingzhu and hid it again in the inner bag of her sleeve.

Then she said indifferently: "Since that's the case, the young master's night pearl will be placed at the little girl for the time being. After the agreement, the young master will take the night pearl back."

A stream of light was pulled away from the corner of Su Ye's mouth, and his icy blue pupils were shining and soft. "Let's talk about this in the future. What Miss Luan should care about now is probably the origin of the meteor dart. Let me explain one thing first. Before I tell you about this meteor dart, I hope Miss Luan will consider carefully. Is the girl sure to know its origin?"

Fang Qing raised her eyes, her eyes were cold.

"If you are not sure, why should the little girl sit here and listen to the young master say so much nonsense?"

Su Ye smiled softly, he was not surprised by her answer.

"Since that's the case, let me tell Miss Luan. The three meteor darts sent to me by Hongxiu look no different from ordinary meteor darts on the surface, but in fact, there is a special feature of this meteor dart. That is, there is a special sign at the gate handle and the dart body of the meteor dart. This sign is the symbol of the death warrior secretly summoned by Nangong Cang, the third prince of the Chaoyang Dynasty. All his death warriors have the mark of the tiger-headed and eagle tail on their weapons."

It's Chaoyang Dynasty again?!

Fang Qing tied the eyebrows, but she didn't understand. Luan Yuqing's criticism and Master Kong Jian's death were all related to the Chaoyang Dynasty.

"Miss Luan doesn't seem to believe it?" A smile appeared in Su Ye's blue pupils.

Fang Qing looked up, his eyes were calm, and his light was vague. "The little woman didn't believe what the young master said, but she just couldn't guess it thoroughly. A person always needs a reason to do things. If this matter was really done by the Chaoyang Dynasty, I really couldn't see why they did this?"

"The two things that seem to be inseparable on the surface may not be related in fact. I think the girl will figure it out soon and figure it out." Su Ye seemed to have something in his words, and his tone changed, his tone was lazy and low. "Didn't Miss Luan get some clues in her hands? Why not hold on to this line and look it up? Maybe there may be special discoveries if you turn around?"

Fang Qing's eyes shook, and then she said coldly: "It turns out that the young master has sent someone to follow the little girl's whereabouts." A faint anger in her heart raised, and her hands on her side slowly clenched into fists.

She wanted to break the bones of his nose with one punch to calm the anger that had been in her heart for a long time.

Her eyes remained weak, but the fire was already hidden in the corners of her eyes.

It seems she is—

"Miss Luan is misunderstanding again." A quick light flashed across Su Yebing's blue pupils. His thin lips raised slightly, and he smiled and said with a smile: "No one has been sent to follow Miss Luan. It's just that Miss Luan and Hongxiu had an agreement before. After completing the task, they went to the elegant room of Donglai Inn. Seeing the girl coming, I infer that the girl must have mastered some clues."

Fang Qing's hands clenched his fists slowly released.

An unnatural look flashed across her calm eyes. "I'm sorry." She apologized indifferently.
Chapter completed!