When he heard the word "ghost", the originally relaxed expression on Kou Zhong's face faded, and he looked at Song Xing with some seriousness. He originally thought that Song Xing brought him out, but it was just because he had said that he wanted to do something in Baiyunguan, so Let him practice more.
"Xiao Ling, don't talk nonsense. With Master's prestige in Laojun Temple, how could anyone dare to do such a thing?"
Song Xing raised his hand to stop Kou Zhong and looked at Xu Ziling with an approving look: "Why do you say that?"
Xu Ziling hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "Master, you are so young. Although your martial arts skills are unparalleled, it is inevitable that some people in the Demon... Holy Sect will be dissatisfied. Even if they don't say it with their mouths, they will definitely feel that you are weighing down on everyone, Master." It’s also uncomfortable.”
Kou Zhong nodded thoughtfully: "That's true. When we were in the Zhuhua Gang, we were also ranked based on seniority. Just because Xiaoling and I were newcomers. Although we have the best stealing skills, we were often bullied."
Xu Ziling ignored Kou Zhong and continued: "The timing of the death of Zuo Youxian and others was too coincidental. Not long after they left Laojun Temple, they all died. I believe this is for you, Master. "
"The person behind the scenes may be hiding in the dark at this moment, spying on your reaction, master. If Laojun Guan cannot use the power of thunder to find the real murderer, he will definitely become a laughing stock in the world, let alone unification. The Holy Gate."
"The real murderer?" Kou Zhong was stunned, "Isn't the murderer Song Que, the Heavenly Blade?"
Song Xing shook his head: "Song Que is not the murderer. Someone is setting the blame and deliberately guiding the direction of our investigation. Perhaps the purpose is to make me and Song Que go against each other."
Kou Zhong was puzzled: "Master, why did you judge that Song Que was not the murderer? All the clues about the knife that killed Zuo Youxian pointed to the Song family."
Song Xing explained: "It was the knife on Zuo Youxian's body that made me judge that it was not Song Que who killed him. Next to Zuo Youxian's body, a slight footprint appeared next to his left foot."
Kou Zhong was shocked: "Could it be the murderer's footprints?"
Song Xing said with a smile: "Don't think that Bichen and the others are freeloaders. If it were the murderer's footprints, how could he not see it? Those were Zuo Youxian's own footprints, but there was a slightly shallower one below that footprint. The footprints are slightly skewed and covered by another footprint."
Kou Zhong blinked: "What does this mean?"
"It shows that Zuo Youxian resisted before he died. Faced with the move that killed him, he even had time to make a change. Although he still died in the end, he did not die under the first blow of the murderer."
Song Xing said leisurely: "If it were me who killed Zuo Youxian, one move would be enough!"
Xu Ziling's eyes lit up: "Master, what you mean is that Song Que is also a great master of swordsmanship. If he really wants to kill Zuo Youxian, he only needs one move."
Song Xing nodded: "You can teach me."
Kou Zhong also reacted: "Master, you deliberately pretended not to notice, just to confuse Bichen and the others?"
"good."
"Master, since you think one of the three of them is a traitor, why did you leave Laojun Temple?"
"If I don't leave, how can I give the people behind the scenes a chance to do something? If they don't dare to take any action, how can they find out?"
After Song Xing finished speaking, he said to himself: "Among the three of them, who do you think is most likely to be the mole?"
"Of course it's Bichen," Kou Zhong rushed to say, "Don't forget, he was the first to say that Zuo Youxian died due to Song Que's sword skills."
Xu Ziling did not agree with his good brother's statement, "The information about the contact between the Song family and Wagang Village was provided by Mu Jiangyin. He was also suspicious. Although Liu Qingshan seemed to be trying to clear things up for Song Que, he may not have deliberately contradicted him. As the saying goes, these three people are all suspects."
"Yes or no, you will naturally jump out when the time comes," Song Xing laughed and turned to ask Kou Zhong: "If there is really a Heavenly Sword in Wagang Village, are you afraid?"
Kou Zhong looked forward and said boldly: "Just wait until I, Master Zhong, wipe the long sword and meet the heroes of the world, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
After Kou Zhong finished speaking, he turned around and saw the strange looks in Song Xing and Xu Ziling's eyes, and said with a smile: "Isn't it because Master is here that I'm just showing off, haha."
The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond.
It's the beginning of summer, everything is luxuriant, and there is still a bit of a summer scene. The sun is shining brightly one second, and thunderstorms are coming the next second.
In the pouring rain, three figures on horseback rushed out of the rain curtain and ran forward along the road. The sound of horse hooves trampling on the rain was very chaotic.
"The weather is going to be so bad at any time. Master, I heard from the villagers that there seems to be an abandoned temple ahead. Let's go in and take shelter from the rain."
The horse galloped forward, and it was none other than Song Xing's master and apprentice. Kou Zhong reached out to touch the rain on his face, turned around and shouted loudly.
The three of them left Luoyang and headed all the way towards Wagangzhai. As they approached Anyang, the weather suddenly changed, with dark clouds covering the sky and heavy rain pouring down on them.
Hearing Kou Zhong's shout, Song Xing nodded slightly, and the three of them turned their horses and ran towards a ruined temple beside the road.
The peaks are undulating, the mountain wind is cold, the dilapidated mountain temple is leaking wind from all directions, and the rain is pouring down in the dark night, hitting the roof like an evil ghost with teeth and claws wailing around the ruined temple.
When the three of them arrived outside the temple, they discovered that a gorgeous carriage had been parked under the only intact roof in front of the temple. There were more than a dozen tall horses tied to the stone pillars next to it, curling up silently in the rain.
Song Xing sat on the horse, glanced at them, and said to Kou Zhong in a deep voice: "Be careful."
Kou Zhong Xu Ziling followed Song Xing's gaze and felt a chill in his heart. Between the dark bluestone slabs, a bright red rainwater spread along the cracks in the stones and spread toward the outside of the temple.
Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at each other and quickly followed Song Xing and dismounted.
The temple door was closed tightly, and looking through the broken windows, the temple was completely dark, with no lights and no sound of people.
As the night fell, the entire mountain temple was like a ferocious beast crouching in the darkness, with its dark mouth open, waiting for outsiders to step into it automatically.
Song Xing took a few steps forward and walked through the rain all over the sky to the temple door. He was silent for a few moments and then reached out and pushed open the tight door.
"Uh-huh!"
The moment the door was pushed open, a long sword silently stabbed Song Xing in the ribs in the darkness.
Song Xing's eyes did not move, and his right hand lightly brushed the sword body. The sword shook violently, but it stubbornly withstood Song Xing's brush. Although it deviated from the direction and brushed against his body, it did not let go. fly out.
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The man in the darkness seemed to be taken aback. He adjusted his sword with his backhand, drew an arc diagonally, and stabbed Song Xing again.
The sword wind was biting, and the strength of the swordsman in the darkness was beyond Song Xing's expectation. He had already stepped onto the threshold of innateness. If it had been Kou Zhong who came in, he would have lost his life immediately.
With a cold snort, Song Xing's right hand turned into gold. He increased his strength and pointed directly at the tip of the sword. The long sword made of fine steel was shattered inch by inch under the huge force. The swordsman in the darkness groaned and staggered. Then he fell out.
