Shangguan Qianyu left the rouge shop and walked very fast, and his whole body became much more relaxed.

He ordered Mingyu to prepare a horse, but he didn't stop for a moment and immediately rode out of the city.

Come out from the east gate and head towards the southeast.

He is now going to verify another thing.

He rushed all the way, and with his memory, he came to the quiet temple again. The master who had seen the water-drawing master who had seen before was the abbot of the temple, Miaofang.

When I saw Shangguan Qianyu, Master Miaofang was a little surprised. More than two months ago, the donor was worried and sad in his heart, and his feelings were in his eyes. As he stopped, he always felt a sense of vicissitudes and sadness. When he was in the temple, he even vomited blood and fell into a coma when he was facing a piano.

The sorrow of the heart is like the death of the heart and the silence of all things makes her, a monk, deeply sympathizes and sighs.

At this moment, although the donor had a few points, it still did not damage his heroic and clear appearance. Although he still felt calm and depressed, there was a little light in his deep eyes, and the light was like a star, full of vitality.

It's like a deserted wild land, a new bud suddenly emerged from a dead ancient tree.

Shangguan Qianyu said, "Master, come here to donate incense!"

Master Miaofang shook his head slightly and said, "Donor, monks are only able to practice outside, self-sufficient, and do not need to give. The donor has a spirit in his eyes and doubts in his heart, but it is okay to ask directly!"

Shangguan Qianyu has always endured his emotions. Even people who are familiar with each other rarely get a glimpse of his true thoughts. After all, since he was ten years old, he has been living in danger. If he had been in the form of joy and anger, he would have died countless times.

But at this moment, he had no concealment, and the people outside the Miaofang master had a more accurate vision.

Shangguan Qianyu said in a trembling voice: "Master, do you know martial arts?"

Master Miaofang was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Shangguan Qianyu to ask such a strange question.

After a pause, Master Miaofang smiled faintly and said, "I have learned a little briefly to strengthen my body!"

A bright lamp lit up in Shangguan Qianyu's heart, as if some light was rising high, making the whole ventricle illuminate. He said excitedly: "Master, does Master Miaoqing know martial arts skills?"

Master Miaofang smiled and said, "I don't know how to do it!"

Shangguan Qianyu was stunned, and the joy on his face froze, and he said, "Why is the Master so sure?"

Master Miaofang said: "Miaoqing is young and is not a monk. After all, he is also a daughter of an official. Besides, he has no famous teacher. How could he practice martial arts?"

Shangguan Qianyu's eyes fell on Master Miaofang's face. Seeing that her eyes were sincere, it was not like lying. The heart that had just raised high fell back to its original place.

This is a problem that he is difficult to solve.

Cui Tianjiao, the fourth four Shura of the Western Regions, has almost stirred up the entire world since the night of setting fire. Even if Cui Tianjiao turns into a mouse and crawls out of the rat hole, she will soon be seen, and her whereabouts cannot be hidden.

However, more than two months later, Cui Tianjiao seemed to have really become a mouse, and there was no trace of news.

Shangguan Qianyu thought about this matter carefully for more than one quiet night. What was wrong? Why did a living person suddenly disappear?

Unless, she is dead.

But, if she dies, who killed her?
Chapter completed!