Brother Nangong finished the worship and left first on the pretext that the village was busy with affairs and was looking for his father.
No one stopped them from leaving. After all, what they said was there. Regardless of whether what they said was true or false, they would not announce their actions today.
Chen Xuanguan, the leader of Kongtong, seemed to feel a bad breath in his chest. He was breathing heavily and pacing back and forth outside the hall with eyes wide open.
There will be a funeral at midnight tomorrow. According to local customs, everyone who is close to the deceased should participate in the funeral.
Most of the martial arts people from all walks of life have left. Wudang, Kongtong, Emei, Beggar Clan, and Shaolin lay disciples all stayed in Shangqing Palace and will leave after the funeral tomorrow.
East chamber, inside the courtyard.
Chen Xuanguan asked Xiao Ding: "Ding Shaoxia, why didn't you stop the Nangong brothers just now and let them leave instead?"
Xiao Ding smiled and said: "It is not appropriate to use swords in the Qingcheng sect these two days. It is disrespectful to the deceased. Besides, I just found out the clues. The murderer of Master Zhao is indeed someone else. Xunhe Since Shuangjian said that Nangong Yu has disappeared, we, the young master, have no choice but to go to Jinxiu Villa to find out the truth."
Chen Xuanguan said in surprise: "Is there really someone else? Then who is it that killed Master Zhao?"
Xiao Ding shook his head and said: "I'm not sure yet, but I have some clues. I believe he will show his fox tail soon."
Liu Changfeng was puzzled and asked: "In this limelight, shouldn't the murderer be hidden? How could he still take action?"
Xiao Ding smiled and said: "Because this is the opportunity he has been waiting for, so of course he can't miss it."
Liu Changfeng asked: "What opportunity?"
Xiao Ding smiled mysteriously and said: "The secret must not be leaked. You will know when the time comes. Soon..."
West Wing, inside the courtyard.
Tang Qingqing and Ye Rongqiu sat opposite Master Fan, with four female Emei disciples standing solemnly behind them.
Master Fan was now past her age. She looked at Ye Rongqiu and said with a smile: "That day at the martial arts conference, the poor nun failed to realize that Miss Ye was born as a girl. It's really a terrible future. I wonder where Miss Ye learned from her?"
Ye Rongqiu was still full of respect for this kind-hearted head of Emei. She seemed a little embarrassed when talking about women disguising themselves as men, and said shyly: "My little girl is from Baiyun City, and her ancestor is Ye Gucheng."
Master Liao Fan was really shocked. She thought that Ye Rongqiu was the daughter of a famous family, but she didn't expect that her life experience had such a rich origin.
"A sword came from the west, and a fairy flew from the sky. Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, was a mythical figure in the martial arts world back then. Unexpectedly, he was the ancestor of the girl. It is really amazing and inexplicable." Master Liao Fan sighed.
Tang Qingqing couldn't help but sigh: "I heard that he has never been defeated in his life. I wish I could meet him."
Children of the world always yearn to see the heroes in their hearts. Even if they just look at them from a distance, she will be satisfied, because the heroes in their hearts must be charming. Being able to see them in person is just a kind of satisfaction. admirer's wishes. When she talks about these things to others in the future, she will proudly say, look, I have met Ye Gucheng, I have met Ximen Chuixue, I have met Li Xunhuan, how can you be so lucky?
Sometimes heroes are around, but they don't know it, so people always yearn for those ethereal and ethereal fantasies.
Ye Rongqiu looked at Tang Qingqing, and felt a strange feeling in her heart. The woman sitting next to her was obviously her biggest enemy in her life, but now she found that she could no longer hate this enemy.
Master Liao Fan said with a smile: "Little Li Fei Dao has never been defeated. The Ding Shaoxia you live with day and night is also a great hero."
Master Liao Fan's smile was a little meaningful. She didn't say they were going together, but she said they were together day and night. Tang Qingqing and Ye Rongqiu couldn't help but blush.
Tang Qingqing said angrily: "How come he has never been defeated? On the first night of the martial arts competition, he was hit by Granny Jin's Shura needle and almost died."
"Shura Needle!" Master Liao Fan couldn't help but gasp.
Tang Qingqing then vividly told how she was assassinated, how Xiao Ding rescued her, and how she was poisoned and so on.
When she talked about that experience at Songyang Academy, Ye Rongqiu couldn't help but be deeply shocked. She was thinking that if she was the one who accompanied Xiaoding at that time, could she be as strong as Tang Qingqing?
Master Liao Fan sighed: "Young Master Ye is indeed the descendant of Xiao Li Feidao. At that time, he still did not kill Wei Toutuo. He repaid evil with kindness. I just don't know if Wei Toutuo will change his ways in the future."
Ye Rongqiu said thoughtfully, "Liu Yunfei is really a strange person."
After saying that, I saw Tang Qingqing staring at me a little strangely, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"
Tang Qingqing curled her lips and said, "The tone of your words right now is exactly the same as that bastard Xiao Ding."
Ye Rongqiu's face turned red for no reason. Master Liao Fan looked at the two of them and smiled knowingly.
"I just suspect that Liu Yunfei might be the one who captured Longmen." Ye Rongqiu hurriedly changed the subject.
"Oh, how can you say this?" Master Liao Fan and Tang Qingqing both felt a little surprised.
Ye Rongqiu said calmly: "Because I am the one who captures the dragon gate. The capture dragon gate also has spies around Mr. Hu Ba, and it was only recently. The news about Xuanyuan's sword bet with Mr. Hu Ba came from that line." I have always suspected that it was one of the six of you who came out."
Tang Qingqing said: "You don't know who it is?"
Ye Rongqiu shook his head and said: "I don't know, this is top-secret information in Qinlongmen, and I have no right to know it."
Ye Rongqiu paused and said: "Master Hu Ba is as cunning as a fox. He usually has no chance to plant an informant around him. Only this time he found the person himself, so he will not doubt that he will start from these six people to capture the dragon gate." Instigated one of them to rebel and let him be the internal coordinator. That should be it."
This is indeed the most likely possibility. Tang Qingqing and Mrs. Fan both nodded secretly.
At night, the wind blows.
There are two dark figures on the cliff at Peng Zufeng.
"You called me up the mountain mysteriously. Is there something important that we can't discuss in the Shangqing Palace?" one of them complained.
"This is where Uncle Yue was stabbed through the throat with a sword and thrown off the cliff!" Another person said in a deep voice.
"He often brought us here to practice swordsmanship when we were young, but we didn't expect that now we are separated forever." The man who was still complaining before sighed and said sadly.
"Have you ever wondered who the murderer was? Why did he do this?"
"It must be someone from the Qinglong Club. Apart from the Qinglong Club, I really can't think of anyone with such cruel methods."
"I know who the murderer is!"
"Ah? Since you know who the murderer is, why didn't you tell him earlier?" The voice was full of confusion and anger.
"Because the murderer is me!" Before he could finish his words, the sword was taken out.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and nothing could be heard in the wind.
The next day, Chenshi.
The funeral was about to take place. Both coffins had been carried out of the hall, and the dragon poles for carrying the coffins were being tied up in front of the hall.
The coffins in Shu are different from the coffins in the Central Plains. The mountains in Shu are densely forested and humid, so coffins are generally made of strong and non-perishable fir. The fir used for coffins must be hundreds of years old. Straight and thick, the coffins are made of whole pieces of fir wood, which are jointed together with mortise and tenon. There are no gaps and it is not easy for wind and water to seep in. Then they are painted with a few layers of good earth paint, so that even if the coffin is buried for more than ten years, it will not be damaged. Will rot easily. But because of this, this kind of coffin is relatively heavy and requires the combined efforts of eight people to lift it. When climbing up and down the hill, many people must pull the rope slowly. So every place has a team dedicated to carrying coffins.
The team carrying the coffin was ready, but Wei Qingshu and Liu Qingfeng, one of the Four Shows in Qingcheng, were still missing. Zhao Qingming thought that they were overworked and overslept, so he sent someone to call their rooms, and they came to report back. Said there was no one in the room.
Zhao Qingming's heart skipped a beat and his body was about to collapse. Fortunately, Nie Qingyun quickly caught him with quick hands and eyes. Based on his intuition, he felt that something had happened again. He knew that the eldest brother and the second brother had always been stable and would never disappear for no reason at this time.
The events that happened one after another these days have made him breathless. He gritted his teeth and endured it. All he wanted in his mind was to bury his father and Uncle Yue well, and then find the murderer and cut him into pieces. .
The funeral has not yet taken place. If the first senior brother and the second senior brother encounter something unexpected again at this time, how can he survive?
Zhao Qingming shouted: "Go find it quickly!"
Xiao Ding looked at Zhao Qingming, whose face was as white as paper, and felt unbearable, and said: "First ask someone to go to the cliff at Peng Zufeng to have a look. If the murderer appears again, he will probably choose to take action there."
Zhao Qingming had slowly fallen down on the steps. He said to Nie Qingyun: "Third Senior Brother, please quickly ask someone to go to the back mountain."
After saying this, the man fainted and the hand holding Nie Qingyun slowly fell to the ground.
Nie Qingyun was shocked and shook Zhao Qingming hard: "Qing Ming, Qing Ming, wake up, wake up quickly." This usually taciturn man had tears streaming down his face at this moment and was sobbing.
Xiao Ding sighed, walked to Zhao Qingming, and said slowly: "Master Zhao is just very angry and causing trouble. Just take a rest. You'd better ask someone to go to the back mountain to take a look."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his right palm and placed it on the Feishu and Fengmen acupoints on Zhao Qingming's back. He spat out his internal energy. Zhao Qingming coughed and slowly opened his eyes.
"Thank you, Mr. Ding." Zhao Qingming's voice was thin.
Nie Qingyun stood up, his eyes still stained with tears, but his eyes were extremely firm. He said in a deep voice: "Whoever comes, help Qing Ming down to rest first, and a few more people will go to the back mountain to search quickly."
"Yes!" The disciples responded one after another. Now their leader and the highly respected Yue Daochang has just died, the eldest brother and the second brother among the Four Young Masters in Qingcheng have disappeared, and Zhao Qingming suddenly fell ill again, feeling at a loss. , Nie Qingyun’s firm voice undoubtedly gave them great confidence and encouragement.
The people who went up the mountain to search were all experts in the sect. They moved quickly and returned not long after they left.
Of course he was carrying people back.
Only one person was carried back, and he was Wei Qingshu, the eldest brother of Qingcheng Sixiuli.
"Elder brother!" Nie Qingyun had already thrown himself on Wei Qingshu, and the tears he had been holding back flowed out again.
The people present were deeply infected.
This was too tragic. In just a few days, all the top masters of the Qingcheng Sect had been lost.
Suddenly, Nie Qingyun bounced up like an electric shock, then tremblingly stretched out his fingers to Wei Qingshu's nostrils to try. He looked back at everyone, and was so excited that he couldn't speak: "He's not dead yet, Senior Brother. He’s not dead yet!”
Xiao Ding knelt down, stretched out three fingers and placed them on Wei Qingshu's pulse gate. Sure enough, Wei Qingshu still had a weak pulse.
Wei Qingshu is not dead, but Liu Qingfeng is.
Are you still on the mountain?
