As soon as Chang Ming chased out of the yard, he saw sour fruits scattered all over the place.
The rattan basket is very familiar, just like the morning dew mushrooms sent in the morning.
No one will specially send things over, only Xiaoyun.
Chang Ming frowned slightly and chased after him.
Although Qixianmen is not big, it also has several peaks.
The Linde Peak where they are located belongs to the outer sect. They are usually only responsible for the daily supplies of the outer sect disciples. There are not many people. The residences are far apart. A stick of incense.
In this case, even if others heard the screams, it would be difficult for them to arrive in time. After all, the clerks in the outer sect were at best agile, and the high-level disciples in the inner sect had to be able to fly. to learn.
The screams were getting closer.
Followed all the way, the weeds on the ground fell to one side with each other's whereabouts, and there was frost on the tips of the leaves.
He scraped off the frost easily.
It is far from the frosting season now, and this seems to be a kind of Qi-condensed cultivation technique.
As for which sect he belongs to, it is difficult to judge whether it is the Tao, the devil or the Buddha.
Chang Ming didn't delay much, and quickened his pace towards the source of the sound.
"what!--"
The screaming stopped abruptly.
Close at hand!
"… Where?"
"I have no idea… "
There was a erratic conversation in the night wind.
One is fierce, the other is fearful.
The latter is indeed Xiaoyun's voice.
Chang Ming quickly caught up with him, his fingers moved slightly, and there were two more white talismans in his palm.
Bai Fu flew out and swelled rapidly along the wind. In a blink of an eye, Xu turned into two young foxes, and disappeared into the grass in a blink of an eye.
The next moment, the front screams!
Not like a human voice, but like a scream of a fox being pinched by its throat.
Chang Ming did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately fired a few more paper arrows.
Quietly, the paper arrow never returns, as if engulfed by darkness.
Just like this night, the chaos is blurry and can't see the direction.
The tree wants to be still but the wind is not constant.
Clouds and mists roll around, and moon shadows dance around.
Chang Ming's clothes were blown high, and he felt that what happened ahead was not simple.
Xiaoyun is likely to be kidnapped by the thieves or even suffer more serious things, but who would suddenly break into the Qixianmen in the middle of the night and kidnap an unimportant little handyman
Is it someone who sees the blood sect
Or did Xiaoyun accidentally break through some secret and be chased and killed by the people of Qixianmen
Chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Changming's footsteps stopped abruptly.
No one around.
In the wilderness, weeds grow.
This is a relatively flat slope halfway up the mountain.
Flowers are in full bloom in spring, and even female disciples from the outer sect like to come here to enjoy the scenery and see the flowers.
but now-
There is a person lying in front.
His head was facing the ground, motionless.
The other party was dressed in white, and the gold threads on the sleeves faintly glowed in the moonlight.
Not Xiaoyun.
Chang Ming didn't rush forward. He looked around, but couldn't find any trace of the perpetrator.
And just at this moment, in all directions, from far to near, the crowds are surging, one after another.
There was hardly any time for him to react, and the sword light fell around with the silhouette!
Changming's heart sank.
All ominous forebodings turned into prophecies in an instant.
After all, it's been too long since I joined the WTO.
"It's Uncle Liu!"
"Uncle Liu is there!"
Someone rushed forward and helped the man in white.
Chang Ming has never met Liu Xiyu, but judging from the appearance of the other party and the reactions of the people around him, this is indeed the "Jade Gentleman" who has a boundless future in Qixianmen.
The high-spirited eldest disciple, the future hope of Qixianmen, is being turned over softly at this moment.
His face was like golden paper, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"Master, Junior Brother Liu's bones are all broken!"
"Uncle Liu, he, he's not angry anymore!"
In all directions, the eyes are burning, all falling on Chang Ming.
He never thought of escaping—it was too late to escape—his front, back, left, and right were still firmly blocked, leaving no gaps.
Exploring and guarding against hostility is like a dense needle, stabbing Changming.
"Get out of the way!"
The head of Qixianmen stood out from the crowd and came to Liu Xiyu with a heavy expression.
He bent over to take a breath, and reluctantly placed his hand above the opponent's forehead.
A slight blue light flowed into Liu Xiaoyu's body from the palm of his hand.
Chang Ming knew that this was a kind of soul-seeking technique.
When a person dies, the soul has not yet completely separated from the body. If they can be summoned, they can know the situation before their death with a little inquiry.
But he searched for a long time, like fishing for a long time in an empty pot, but found nothing.
This shows that Liu Xiyu is completely dead.
Even the soul has long since left the body, without knowing where to go, perhaps being snatched away, perhaps dissipating between heaven and earth.
Disciples have long dispersed and searched for abnormalities.
Chang Ming was surrounded in the middle, facing the net of heaven and earth, with nowhere to escape.
He knew very well that if the other party hadn't wanted to ask something from him, he would have been torn to shreds by the anger of the people at Qixianmen.
"I'm not the murderer."
Before they could ask questions, Chang Ming spoke first.
"I'm a handyman in the outer door. I work under Chef He. I heard the change outside the door, and then I chased it out to check."
"My spiritual veins are damaged, I don't have a cultivation base, I can't kill Master Liu, you can check if you don't believe me."
He took the initiative to stretch out a wrist.
The master glanced at the side with a cold face, and someone came out immediately and squeezed his hand.
The other party's actions were rough, Chang Ming didn't care, he closed his eyes slightly, and let the other party look at it.
"Master."
The man rushed to the head and shook his head.
The meaning is obvious, he thinks that Chang Ming is indeed incapable of doing such a thing.
What kind of person is Liu Xiyu, even if he is not well-known outside and has not yet entered the room, he is still at the level of an intermediate master.
Being able to kill a mid-level expert is obviously not something that this sick man with no spiritual power can do.
Zhang Qin's face sinks like water.
How much he has placed high hopes on Liu Xiyu, how sad the mood is at this moment.
First, the blood sect came to dignitaries, Liu Shuyu was defeated by the envoy of the blood sect, and then Liu Shuyu was killed.
People are still killed on their own territory. If it spreads out, why does Qixianmen stand
The foundation of hundreds of years, I am afraid that it will decay overnight!
He resisted the urge to pinch Changming's neck.
This man can't die, he probably saw something.
Zhang Qin bit his chin, trying his best to control his emotions.
"what's your name?"
"Chang Ming, work under Chef He."
"Go and bring Lao He." Zhang Qin instructed his disciples and continued to interrogate him in person. "What did you see just now?"
Chang Ming: "A child named Xiaoyun came to deliver me something from the outer door. I heard a noise outside, but I only saw something when I went out. I didn't see Xiaoyun, and I heard the movement from a distance, so I ran after him. come here."
From Zhang Qin's point of view, it is the biggest doubt in itself that an outside chef can be so calm and orderly in the face of so many master monks.
Chang Ming also understands.
But it was hard for him to pretend to be nervous and scared.
He needs time to sort out the cause and effect of this incident.
The outer disciples and Chef He were quickly brought over.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw Liu Xiyu's body.
When Chef He saw Changming, he blurted out, "Why are you here!"
Zhang Qin: "You know him?"
Chef He hurriedly said: "I know him! He is my new helper. He helps me on weekdays. He is very diligent and has a sense of cooking!"
At this moment, he was willing to leave the relationship with other people, but he was still willing to speak for Chang Ming.
The disciples in the sect have already completed their inquiries and returned to report.
"Master, I have asked them all over, there is no handyman named Xiaoyun in the outer door!"
Chang Ming saw that among the people being questioned, there were also a few outer disciples who had bullied Xiaoyun that day, so he pointed at those few people and said, "I only knew this child when I saw Xiaoyun being bullied by them that day. "
Several people were immediately pulled over, and when they heard the name of Xiaoyun, they all showed inexplicable doubts, saying that they had never seen a person named Xiaoyun.
"I've asked, and in the age you mentioned, there are only two children in charge of the outer sect, and a new disciple of the outer sect who entered the school this year, but neither of them has the word cloud in their names."
The disciple in charge of the questioning was very meticulous and brought all three of them here.
Seeing the appearance of the three, Chang Ming has completely understood.
He fell into an inning.
Maybe Xiaoyun never existed, maybe it was an illusion that only he could see.
No matter what the situation was, when Xiaoyun appeared in front of him like a young Yun Weisi, this game was designed for him.
Who set up this bureau, and what is the purpose
The four disciples who had already betrayed their masters, some turned against each other, some hated him to the bone, it was not impossible for them to do such a thing.
But in their eyes, he Jiufang Changming was already dead, how did others find it here
Even if this bureau is set up, what benefits can be obtained
Just to let him be framed and fall into the embarrassing situation at this moment
"What else do you have to say!"
Zhang Qin's face was full of anger, and he reached out and grabbed Chang Ming's neck.
With this grasp, the fingers were faintly filled with the aura of thunder and fire, and before the person arrived, the scorching heat wave rushed toward him.
Although Zhang Qin may not be able to rank in the top 100 among the masters of the world, but after all, he is the leader of a sect, and his skill should not be underestimated. However, this skill is better than everyone he has seen since Chang Ming rejoined the WTO. !
In the blink of an eye, his fingertips had burned several red marks on his skin.
Chang Ming can clearly see the opponent's path and understand the details of the opponent, but now his body with no spiritual energy can't keep up with the reaction, and he can only watch Zhang Qin's hands are close to each other.
Death is impossible, but suffering from delamination is inevitable.
Chang Ming frowned slightly, he had a way to dodge this blow, but he would reveal that he was good at the art of imperial objects, and even jumping into the Yellow River would not be able to wash it off.
Just at this moment, a soft satin stretched out silently.
She is soft and weak like a beauty, but firmly entangled in Zhang Qin's hand.
The bell is accompanied by a beautiful female voice, from far to near.
"Such a handsome man, you are all willing to hurt, do you still have humanity?"
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