After He Qing came to Yuzhou Mansion, he first found a place to stay.
Of course, his search for a place to stay is different from ordinary people's search for a place to stay.
The inspectors of the Imperial City Department were everywhere, and the hotels and restaurants were crowded and crowded. He Qing would not choose, so he directly chose a mansion belonging to a wealthy businessman in Yuzhou Mansion, planning to kill all the people living there. Kill them all and occupy the magpie's nest yourself.
After choosing a place, He Qing inserted the jade flute into his waist, went to the kitchen first to get a boning knife, then came back and killed the concierge and two more guards.
Kill the sleeping wealthy businessman, his concubine, and his son who is fatter than him.
Then kill the maids and stewards who serve them.
Then one door after another opened, looking for any fish that had slipped through the net.
He Qing didn't put down the knife until he confirmed that there was no one alive in the house except himself.
Frowning as he glanced at the scattered corpses on the ground, he couldn't help but regret that he had killed them too quickly, leaving no one who could clean them up.
After all, this is where he will live next. Although He Qing is not afraid of dead people, he doesn't want to stay with stinking corpses every day.
However, it was too late to complain now. He Qing had to do it himself, dragging all the corpses on the ground to the yard, digging a big hole, throwing them in one after another, and then filling them up bit by bit.
When he was halfway through filling in the form, a woman's voice suddenly came to He Qing's ears.
"Master celebrates his birthday tonight, are you ready for your birthday gift?"
He Qing was startled by the sudden sound, because he had clearly checked before and found that he was the only one left in the house.
When did the owner of this voice come here, and why was there no movement at all when the other party arrived?
He Qing put down the shovel in his hand, took out the jade flute from his waist, tightened his body, and looked around with vigilant eyes.
However, there was still no one around.
The moonlight stretched the shadows of him and the locust tree beside him on the ground.
He Qing was about to speak and ask who the master was on the other side.
As a result, another man's voice was heard.
"No, I'm not worried right now... It is said that Senior Sister Tu and Senior Brother Xiao have put a lot of thought into birthday gifts. If I am too far behind, even if Master doesn't say it, he will definitely feel bad about me in his heart. Opinion."
He Qing paid full attention this time and finally heard the source of the sound clearly.
But because of this, the hairs all over his body stood up.
Because the sound didn't come from elsewhere, it came from the open door of the study not far away. He Qing had just searched there with his own hands not long ago, and he was very sure that there was no one inside.
And from where he stood now, he could clearly see the scene in the bookshop.
A desk, a chair, a bookshelf against the wall and an Arhat bed are all the furnishings inside.
It's clear at a glance.
Naturally, there is no place to hide people.
Six months ago, He Qing was surrounded by righteous masters, and his heart was not beating as fast as it is now.
If anyone else had encountered such a strange thing, they would probably have run away.
But He Qing was a murderous demon after all. After the initial panic, he calmed down and boldly walked to the study to find out what was going on.
And just as he moved his steps slightly, the man's voice continued.
"Master doesn't have any other hobbies. He just likes to listen to music. Unfortunately, not many of our junior brothers understand music. Junior sister He can only play the piano a few times, but she's not very good at it. Poor master...it's been a long time. It’s a great time to listen to a piece of music.”
"Well, it's not like that for us." The female voice sighed quietly, "I have used up my rouge a long time ago, and I don't know when I will get another box of Daiji's perfume."
Just as the two of them were sighing, He Qing had already walked into the study.
He held Yuxiao's hand, which was already covered with sweat without realizing it.
He Qing walked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on a celadon vase on the table.
The voices of the two people before seemed to come from this vase, which was only one foot long.
He Qing was shocked and confused, but the curiosity in his heart finally overcame his fear.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and grabbed the vase and pulled out some orchids on it.
He Qing himself has never believed in ghosts and gods, otherwise he would not have killed so many people before.
So even at this time, he still felt that this was someone who was pretending to be a ghost.
He Qing has been traveling around the world for so many years and has seen countless tricks in the world.
There are many things that seem more incredible than the voice in a bottle at first sight, but are not worth mentioning once they are exposed.
What He Qing wants to do now is to expose the trick in front of him with his own hands.
After He Qing took out the flower from the vase, he lowered his head and glanced into the vase. Through the moonlight outside the window, he could see the clear water at the bottom of the vase. There was nothing else, let alone anyone.
He Qing was slightly relieved when he saw this, but the next moment the woman's voice came out of the bottle again.
"Senior brother, you are looking for someone to play music for Master, and there is a candidate in front of you. Look at the jade flute in his hand, he is obviously someone who understands music."
"What junior sister said is reasonable," the male voice agreed, "I just wonder if this friend is willing to come to our Qinglian Sword Sect as a guest?"
When He Qing heard the words Qinglian Sword Sect, he still didn't react.
After all, that was an old story more than sixty years ago, until He Qing searched for the memory of the Qinglian Sword Sect in his mind, and thought that this top righteous sect that was prospering in those days had completely disappeared, including the people and the mountain gate. , his limbs became cold.
But it was still hard for He Qing to believe that the two people talking were really disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect.
So he boldly asked, "If I want to be a guest, how can I get to your mountain gate?"
"This is easy," the female voice said with a smile, "Put this vase towards the moon and catch half of the moonlight. Remember, don't spill the water in the vase."
He Qing was skeptical, but then he still did it because he wanted to see what tricks the person behind the scenes wanted to play.
But he didn't know how to get half the bottle of moonlight.
Fortunately, after a moment, the female voice spoke again, "That's enough, that's enough, you can come in."
After finishing speaking, the water in the bottle suddenly began to roll, and at the same time, the sound of rolling waves could be heard in He Qing's ears, and then a cloud of mist flew out of the bottle and enveloped He Qing.
He Qing's eyes only felt blurry, and at the same time, his body flew to nowhere like a cloud and mist.
When the fog dissipated, he was already standing on a beach, with a cliff in front of him.
In the middle of the cliff, four characters were carved with peerless swordsmanship - Qinglian Sword Sect!
