The white horse gallops, accompanied by the spring breeze, and you can reach Qingcheng in one day.
Cheng Qichuan took the white horse aside, straightened his clothes, and stepped onto the bluestone.
Everything felt so familiar, Cheng Qichuan strolled leisurely in the courtyard and carefully appreciated the scenery in front of him. Everything is familiar, but I haven't been there for a long time, so I feel a little dazed.
"Young Master, you are back!" A shout came from not far away.
Hearing this, Cheng Qichuan raised his eyes and saw a thin Taoist boy in plain clothes walking towards him.
"Young master, you are back!" Miao Yi, the little boy, ran to Cheng Qichuan with excitement on his face.
"Qingcheng is my home, and I live in Qingcheng Mountain. But I have been away for a few days, why is it strange that I have returned now?" Cheng Qichuan rubbed Miao Yi's head.
"It's not surprising!" Miao Yi's face looked a little strange, but he still pretended to be calm: "It's not surprising that the young master returned, but it is strange that Pindao was surprised."
Seeing Miao Yi's appearance, Cheng Qichuan had doubts in his heart, but they were not enough to mention. Instead, he knocked Miao Yi on the head with two phalanges: "Why does the little Taoist call himself a poor Taoist?"
"Oh, Master, it hurts!" Miao Yi rubbed the head that was knocked, "We Taoists, no matter how big or small, can call themselves poor Taoists. Although they are a bit pretentious, I am still twelve years old after all!"
Listening to the words of Xiao Douding in front of him, Cheng Qichuan smiled and rubbed Miao Yi's head, "The little Taoist boy is the little Taoist boy, and Xiao Yi will always be my brother no matter what. I don't even call you Pindao, how can you walk in the world? In front of me?"
"Oh, I know, brother!" Miao Yi said reluctantly.
This Miao Yi was originally a child of a rural family in Rongcheng at the foot of the mountain. A few years ago, he met the Spear Saint Mo Zhanqiu by chance. Seeing that his qualifications were good, he accepted him as a disciple. Mo Zhanqiu had no wife and no heirs, and suddenly there was a little Dou Ding beside him, so he regarded Miao Yi as his biological son.
"Where is the leader?"
"I don't know, it should be in the main hall!" Miao Yi pointed to the main hall on the mountainside.
"Okay, go ahead and do your thing! I'll play with you another day." Cheng Qichuan waved his hand, and then strolled towards the main hall on the mountainside.
"Okay brother!" Miao Yi also waved his hand and walked in the opposite direction, humming a song: "Master asked me to patrol the mountain..."
Walking along the bluestone slabs, you can see the main hall of Qingcheng. The main hall is a simple small temple, neither spacious nor narrow. The eaves are covered with moss. The old mahogany pillars seem to be telling the world about its history of nearly a thousand years. Everything is so ordinary, but it never loses its majestic temperament.
At this moment, three people were sitting around in the center of the hall. The faces of the three people were solemn. They were the Sword, Wen, and Spear Sages among the Four Sages of Qingcheng. There were four Taoist priests guarding the door, all of them with serious expressions on their faces.
Cheng Qichuan walked along the bluestone slabs and arrived in front of the main hall of Qingcheng. He bowed respectfully to the four of them, "Taoist Priest! Can I go in?"
"The master has an order, no other people can enter!"
Cheng Qichuan nodded, and then asked: "What are the Four Saints talking about inside?"
"Young Master, please come back." The Taoist waved his hand to drive Cheng Qichuan away.
"Then when the leader comes out, please give me a report!" After saying this, Cheng Qichuan turned and left.
As he was walking, he suddenly stopped and took out a three-inch sword from his arms. This was the shrunken Luo Shen Sword. He could transform back into Ruchu by using the second form of the Blood Lotus Demonic Skill.
He held the triple Luo Shen small sword and thought of something in his mind, "The noble Huang Sanlang that Sister Luo Shen said was not bluffing me, was he? Why is he waiting for me up there, no one is seen..."
Cheng Qichuan raised his eyes and looked around. Only then did he realize that he had reached the woods where the two bodies of Qianlongtang were found. At this time, there were no dead bodies in the woods, and it was quiet and deserted. It was even a bit scary.
Hua Hua Hua Hua.
There was no wind at the moment, but the branches on the side were swaying unnaturally. Cheng Qichuan was keenly aware of this, so he quickly squatted down, picked up a broken stone on the ground, and threw it at the branch. The stone flew straight across like a dart.
Hua Hua Hua Hua.
The stone hit the branch, shaking it violently.
"Did I make a mistake?" Cheng Qichuan shook his head and walked forward.
At this moment, a strong gust of wind came from all directions, accompanied by the words: "It's a small trick!" It also came from all directions.
"Who are you and what are your intentions? Cheng Qichuan clenched his fists and looked around warily.
"You don't need to care who I am, you just need to know that I won't harm you." The voice came from all directions again.
"You can tell he's an old man as soon as you hear his voice. Why don't you come over quickly if something happens? Why are you pretending to be so mysterious?"
"Qingcheng Sect Sword Saint, your third uncle Huang Long is dead!"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves! The moment he heard the words, Cheng Qichuan's heart suddenly stopped and his body couldn't help trembling. After a moment, he calmed down and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? My third uncle is upright and the best hero in the world. How could he do this?" die?"
"If you don't believe me, go to the main hall and eavesdrop!" The branch next to him shook a few more times, and then a black shadow flew out. The black figure was extremely fast and disappeared without a trace in almost an instant.
Cheng Qichuan froze on the spot. He suddenly remembered Miao Yi's abnormal behavior, and thought of the death of an old Taoist priest when he left Mianzhou. Could this old Taoist priest who passed away be Huang Long?
Thinking of this, Cheng Qichuan took long steps and rushed forward quickly. It wasn't until near the main hall that I lay down on a few reeds. He looked closely at the four Taoist priests, and he would never let himself in with these four Taoist priests.
Suddenly he remembered something. There was a cliff at the back of the main hall, and there was absolutely no one guarding it. As long as you put your ear against the wall, you should be able to get a general idea.
Just leave.
Cheng Qichuan walked around to the back. As expected, there was a hundred-foot cliff on the back of the main hall, and no one was guarding it. He walked to the back of the main hall, where a window was closed. There were still three or four sections of the window sill exposed, and looking below the window sill, there happened to be a protruding rock, which was enough for him to stand on.
But that is a hundred-foot cliff!
Cheng Qichuan didn't dare to look down. He held his breath and kicked off his feet, about to jump onto the rock. Just when his toes touched the rock, his feet slipped on the moss!
Cheng Qichuan secretly felt something was wrong. He raised his eyes and came up with an idea. Then he stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the exposed window sill to prevent it from falling down. Then he exerted strength in his upper arms, stepped on the rock with his feet, and took a long breath.
"It was so dangerous, I almost died!" Cheng Qichuan sighed inwardly and glanced at the hundred-foot cliff below him with his peripheral vision.
After he recovered, he put his head against the wall and listened carefully.
"Lao Huang was killed by the eight Southern Barbarian clan leaders. The disciples sent there did not recover the body. How about I go there myself?" This was Mo Zhanqiu's voice.
