Outside Songjia Town, guard Xu Zhengxian was presenting the two of Chuci and the drunk Taoist.

"Troubled adults and Taoist leaders here to delay a day, this official is ashamed."

Xu Zhengxian arched his hands toward Chu Ci and the drunk Taoist, "The official has prepared a little gift, and I ask the adults and the Taoist to accept it!"

Chu Ci looked at the silver ingots and wine delivered by Xu Zhengxian, shook his head and said with a smile, "Forget the silver, let's accept the wine!"

The drunk Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, "Yes, wine is much more important than silver!"

After speaking, the drunk Taoist hung two jars of fine wine on the horseback.

Upon seeing this, Xu Zheng had to put away the silver ingots, and the two of Chuci handed over and said, "This official wishes you all the best!"

"Farewell!"

Chu Ci and the drunk Taoist bid farewell, and got on the rare horse.

On the official road, Chuci and the drunk Taoist rode side by side.

Chu Ci looked at the drunk Taoist who was drinking alone, and said aloud, "Dao Master, you seem to be a little unhappy?"

During the investigation of the Song Mansion homicide case, the drunk Taoist never said a word, with a strange expression on his face.

"Hey···"

The drunk Taoist raised his head and took a sip of wine, and sighed, "Humanistic monsters are weird and terrifying, but sometimes the human heart is more weird than the monster!"

A strange color appeared in Chu Ci's eyes, and he said aloud, "The Daoist seems to be referring to something else?"

The drunk Taoist looked at Chu Ci, pondered for a moment and said, "Boy, do you know the name of the poor Dao back then?"

Hearing the words of Chu Ci, he was startled and thought for a while and said, "I remember the first time I met Dao Master, Dao Master once said that he was a Tier 6 Transcendent, and someone gave him the title of Jiu Jian Xian?"

"Ahem!"

The drunk Taoist coughed lightly and said, "Pan Dao was indeed a sixth-order swordsmanship back then, but later he switched to Guashu."

Chu Ci looked at the drunk Taoist and asked curiously, "Dare to ask the Taoist master, what happened to make the Taoist master turn to hexagram practice?"

The drunk Taoist raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said leisurely, "Back then, the poor Tao and the younger brother and younger sister followed the master to practice."

"Junior Sister is talented and intelligent, and she will soon be successful in Taoism."

"Pan Dao also has some talent in swordsmanship, and he has cultivated to the sixth rank of swordsmanship."

"There is only one junior, who is a little bit dull in talent and slow in Dao Fa."

Gudong!

The drunk Taoist took a sip of wine, and then said, "Junior sister is the youngest, but the talent is the highest. Whether it is the master, the poor and the younger brother, they all show love to the junior sister."

"It's just that the poor Tao only regards the younger sister as a younger sister, but the younger brother has a deep love for the younger sister."

"My Taoist school does not shy away from marriage. Junior sister once said that her future Taoist couple must outperform her!"

"Pan Dao is only a joke of the younger sister, not serious, but the younger brother remembered it in his heart."

"As the cultivation time increases, the gap between Junior Sister and Junior Brother is getting bigger and bigger!"

"Inferiority and despair entangled the younger brother, and one day, the younger brother and the master will have a long conversation all night."

"The next day Junior Brother flees, and the master is killed in the sword, his face is full of astonishment."

The drunk Taoist put down the wine gourd in his hand and said in silence for a moment, "Pan Dao and Junior Sister were furious with the death of the master, and they went down the mountain to look for the trace of Junior Brother."

"Pan Dao was one step ahead of Junior Sister, and found Junior Brother. At that time, Junior Brother's strength was greatly improved, and Pang Dao was not an opponent. He was seriously injured and was about to die, and his foundation was broken!"

"If Junior Sister hadn't arrived in time and scared away Junior Brother, I'm afraid the poor Dao would have already been out of the sky!"

"Since then, there has been no news from Junior Brother, no more news!"

The drunk Taoist lightly stroked his beard and said in a sighing tone, "The foundation of the poor Dao is broken, even if the body is restored, he cannot continue to practice swordsmanship, so in desperation, he switched to Guashu."

Hearing the words, Chu Ci nodded suddenly, "It turned out to be like this."

"So after the death of Master Dao Master, he passed the position of the head of the Heavenly Sect to Dao Master Junior Sister?"

The drunk Taoist nodded along the way and said, "Yes, now the head of the Heavenly Sect is the junior sister..."

The drunk Taoist stopped abruptly, pointed at Chuci and yelled, "Oh, you stinky boy! How dare you say something poor?"

"Haha..." Chu Ci laughed lightly, shrugged and said, "Who let the Dao Master himself not pay attention?"

"Humph!"

The drunk Taoist snorted softly, grabbed the wine gourd and raised his head to take a sip of wine.

"What if you know it?"

"Pan Dao has already left the Heavenly Dao Sect!"

Chu Ci asked curiously, "Even if the Dao Master can't continue to practice swordsmanship, he doesn't need to leave the Heavenly Dao Sect, right?"

An anger flashed in the eyes of the drunk Taoist, and he said in a deep voice, "Pan Dao swears that if you don't catch the younger brother for one day, you will not be a disciple of the Taoist Sect of Heaven!"

A different color flashed in Chu Ci's eyes, this was breaking his own back path!

"The Daoist is so bold!"

Chu Ci raised a thumb and gave a compliment.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Ci asked, "Did the Daoist ever find a clue?"

The drunk Taoist shook his head, "Pan Dao went down the mountain to investigate for many years, but no trace was found!"

"It seems like Junior Brother has disappeared out of thin air!"

Chu Ci thought for a while and said, "Perhaps he changed his identity and hid it."

The drunk Taoist gritted his teeth and said, "Sooner or later, the poor Dao will take him to the tomb of the master to confess his guilt!"

···

Two rare horses stepped on the water when they met the river, and stepped on the rocks when they met, and they swiftly shuttled between the lofty mountains.

Night falls.

Chuci took the reins of the Linjiao horse and stopped.

"Call!"

Chuci looked around, the place was deserted, with no village in front and no shop behind.

"Master, we look like we are going to stay overnight in the wilderness tonight!"

The drunk Taoist took a sip of wine and said indifferently, "This is the real world, just get used to it!"

Chu Ci nodded and said with a smile, "Since I can't live well, I have to eat something good."

"Master, wait here, I'll go back some game!"

The drunk Taoist nodded and said, "Okay, poor Tao is going around to see if there is any shelter from the wind and rain."