My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

In a remote small building on the outskirts.

An old man with white beard and black hair was meditating in meditation. Suddenly, the old man opened his sharp old eyes as if he had noticed something.

"Koukou - Fourth Elder, this disciple has something to report."

There was a knock on the door of the room, and then there was a respectful and cautious male voice.

The old man known as the Fourth Elder frowned slightly, as if he was very unhappy that someone had disturbed his cultivation.

But let the disciple who came to report come in.

"Tell me! What's the matter?" Daoist Qingxuan glanced coldly at the disciple who came in, and said sharply.

The disciple unconsciously shrank his body, his head was lowered, and his voice was a little trembling, "Reporting to the fourth elder, the disciple who was monitoring the Mu family has heard the news that the girl who killed Senior Xuening was an alchemist. division."

"Alchemist?" The Taoist Qingxuan's eyes became sharp in an instant, and his old eyes flashed with a dim light, as if he was thinking of something.

"Yes, although I couldn't hear what they were saying, the disciples who monitored the Mu family did see that the girl took out the medicine pill.

Moreover, when the three senior brothers went to grab the girl, they also saw that the girl was holding a copper furnace, which should be used for refining medicine pills. "

When talking about the three senior brothers, the disciple's face showed a momentary strangeness.

About a week ago, his three senior brothers went out with confidence to catch the murderer who killed Senior Xuening, but never expected that they would be thrown back half-dead.

Moreover, there seems to be a problem with the privacy of the third senior brother, and even after the third senior brother woke up, he became more violent than before.

"Oh yes, there is one more thing."

The disciple suddenly seemed to have remembered something, and quickly said, "According to the monitoring disciple's words, Second Young Master Mu is not as crippled with legs as rumored by the outside world."

"Is he pretending?" Daoist Qingxuan's expression darkened, as if he didn't want to hear such news.

"This... the disciple doesn't know." The disciple replied indifferently.

"What do you know? Waste!" The disciple's answer caused the Taoist Qingxuan to give him a cold glance.

The disciple's already bowed head was even lower, and cold sweat broke out on his back, so he didn't dare to make a sound.

"Humph!"

Seeing that disciple's appearance, Daoist Qingxuan snorted coldly, "If Mu Tianyan was really pretending, then he should have found out that someone was watching.

That girl is an alchemist's business, maybe it's because of his suspicions that this elder made the girl's identity as an alchemist to let that girl go.

snort! That kid from the Mu family is really a good plan! "

"Four elders are wise."

The disciple immediately complimented him. Of course, he actually felt that Daoist Qingxuan was right.

After all, the disciple who came back from the rumor can say that the girl took out the medicine pill in the front garden at that time, maybe it was for the people they were monitoring to see.

It's not surprising that Mu Tianyan is a former genius of the Mu family. He has a few pills.

"Humph! It's not that easy for that kid to count on Elder Ben! Keep staring, Elder Ben won't believe it, that girl will never step out of Mu's house!

That girl not only killed this elder's sister, but also hurt this elder's disciple, this elder will never let that dead girl die so easily! "The Taoist Qingxuan sneered.

"Yes, Fourth Elder." The disciple felt a chill in his heart, hurriedly responded, and immediately retreated respectfully.