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As soon as the two arrived at Ziqing Peak, they saw a group of white-clothed boys and girls at the gate of the mountain.

"Master! You are finally back!" Han Xin stepped forward and said excitedly, almost hugging him.

Leng Zhenqing smiled and nodded. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen them for almost two months.

"Senior Brother Seventeen." Junior sister Wen Bingxuan smiled.

An Moshui smiled slightly and said, "Junior Sister."

The sun was shining brightly for Wen Bingxuan, but Jiang Ziran who was beside her was unhappy, and pursed her mouth.

A group of people entered Ziqing Peak, Leng Zhenqing first went to take a bath and change clothes, and then went to the main hall.

Chen Xiu is still training outside, and the head of the sect is still in retreat. Now Zi Qingfeng is the only one who can call the shots.

He was dressed in a green shirt, gentle and elegant, with light steps, and with a flick of his sleeves, he entered the hall and took his seat.

Nodding slightly at him with a heart, Leng Zhenqing changed her usual frivolity and said: "Why do you want to come back as a teacher?"

He said with a heart: "Master, it's about the underworld."

Leng Zhenqing paused slightly, and said, "Tell me slowly."

Han Xin nodded slightly, and then spoke slowly and truthfully.

It turned out that after half a month of Leng Zhenqing's retreat, corpse puppets suddenly appeared in many places among the people. At first, each sect thought it was just an ordinary matter, and it was enough for the disciples to solve it. worse.

So the four major factions sent representatives, that is, Cui Yu to investigate. Cui Yu directly grabbed a corpse puppet and returned it to Shangyun Yaoxuan. He wanted them to find something on the corpse puppet itself. The head of Yunyaoxuan also personally took action this time.

The corpse puppet was investigated for three days. Head Yu invited representatives of other factions to Shangyun Yaoxuan. As a result of the discussion, his expression was not good, and he said: "This corpse puppet has been manipulated. The strength is not very high, but this time it is different, someone has strengthened their ghost power."

The person who can strengthen ghost power, and there are so many corpse puppets, must be the highest person in the underworld.

The people in the hall couldn't help but gasped, but it couldn't be the contemporary monarch of the underworld. The contemporary monarch of the underworld was seriously injured. If he wanted to use this matter to cause chaos in the monastic world, then he could only be too unreasonable. Self-restraint.

Leaving aside the ruler of the underworld, the other person people can think of is Ye Zhixi, the ghost general of the underworld.

But his soul was shattered more than ten years ago, but people dare not rule out that he is still alive.

People immediately took another breath of air, if it was really him, then the cultivation world would be in chaos!

The head of Huanhuayuan asked: "Then there is a solution."

Master Yu nodded slightly, lowered his voice and said, "Find out the source of the disease."

As soon as his words came out, everyone was both happy and worried. They were happy that there was a solution; but they were worried about how to find a unique corpse among the thousands of corpses.

The conversation ended in vain. A month later, the four factions met again, and this time a decision was made: each faction went to capture that corpse puppet.

Although this job is not easy to do, all factions have started to take action, including those folk mountain monks.

Everyone has a bowl of soup in their hearts. If they get this bowl of soup, it will be like catching a corpse. They will gain both fame and fortune. For a while, they will definitely get a good reputation in the monastic circle, and they may even become a big family.

After listening to what Han Xin said, Leng Zhenqing bowed his head and remained silent. Han Xin called him back this time to let him decide whether to make a move or not.

Leng Zhenqing really didn't want to care about these things, and was wasting his brain.

He pondered for a moment before saying: "You take a group of disciples and go catch it."

Han Xin nodded and exited the hall.

On the second day, Hanxin made a list of trips, Chenxiu went to practice at the foot of the mountain, and the master had to stay at Ziqing Peak, so this time he was the only one to lead the team.

He handed over the completed list to Leng Zhenqing, who actually didn't think there was any need to check it. With her heart-to-heart handling ability, it was just for formality.

He can basically call out the names of the people on this trip, especially the name An Moshui, which is really conspicuous.It's a pity that without him, Leng Zhenqing had no choice but to stay at home.

Leng Zhenqing nodded slightly, and said to Han Xin: "Well, let's go tomorrow."

Han Xin responded, and wanted to exit the hall, but just as she reached the door, Leng Zhenqing called her back again.

Leng Zhenqing said coldly: "Hanxin, go and call Shiqi here."

Han Xin paused slightly, but still nodded, and then backed out.

After a while, An Moshui came, again dressed in white.

Looking at his fluttering white forehead, Leng Zhenqing suddenly remembered how handsome he was in the red clothes that shook his corpse in the Guanyin Temple that day!

An Moshui slightly nodded at him, and said, "Master, why are you looking for your disciple?"

Leng Zhenqing pointed to the guqin on a table and said, "For you."

Leng Zhenqing has been in Zi Qingfeng for so long, and he knows that Zi Qingfeng's disciples have a musical instrument, and they are familiar with the five tones and six rhythms, otherwise they can't be called Zi Qingfeng's disciples, and they have been with An Moshui for so long , he can be considered to find out about this child, without a sword, without a musical instrument, he is just an abused child!

An Moshui was slightly taken aback, and said, "Master, this is..."

The corner of Leng Zhenqing's mouth twitched lightly and said: "Since the teacher knows that you are going to travel this time, I want to give you this paulownia guqin 'Yi Xi'."

"This... thank you, Master." An Moshui was still hesitant, and did not respond until he saw Leng Zhenqing's disappearing smile.

He walked over, covering the strings with his slender fingers, his face slightly gloomy, thoughtful.With a flick of his finger, the strings made a crisp sound, the gurgling sound spring was refreshing.

Some things came really suddenly...

On the second day, after packing their bags, a group of white-clothed boys and girls gathered at the mountain gate of Ziqing Peak.

An Moshui wrapped "Yixi" in a white cloth and carried it behind her back, fearing that it would be damaged.

Jiang Ziran glanced at him, and when he saw the guqin on his back, his eyes suddenly became angry, but he just gritted his teeth and whispered: "Grass!"

Han Xin said to everyone: "Yu Jian! Let's go!"

A group of white-clothed boys and girls recited the formula, and they jumped onto the sword leisurely, their white foreheads fluttering.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Be careful."

All the disciples nodded, and said with a heart in their hearts: "Master, this disciple is gone."

Leng Zhenqing nodded slightly, and a group of teenagers flew out.

Leng Zhenqing saw the teenagers disappearing before his eyes, so he could only sigh. The disciple who didn't go on this trip stepped forward and said to him: "Master, let's go back to the room."

Leng Zhenqing let out a "huh" and returned to Yashe. It seemed that he would spend the next ten days in solitude.

The disciples fended off their swords for half a day, and under the leadership of Han Xin, they stopped in a town.

Han Xin also did her homework when she came out this time. A few days ago, other families said that they found a suspected corpse puppet in Nanhang.

The group of disciples entered the town, and passers-by saw their attire. Although they were still surprised, they were not serious. It seemed that they were not the only sects coming.

After a group of teenagers inquired about some news in the town, Hanxin took everyone to find an inn.

As soon as he entered the inn, Xiao Er greeted him.

He smiled and said, "Guest officer, sit here." Then he welcomed them into the inn.

A group of disciples sat in the innermost corner, surrounded two tables, and put their swords on the tables.

With a flattering smile, Xiao Er said, "Guest officer, are you here? Do you want to order something?"

"Do you have anything to eat?" Han Xin asked the other disciples.

The disciples all shook their heads, understanding, then turned their heads and said politely to Xiaoer, "Two pots of tea."

Xiao Er responded, and after a while, two pots of tea were served, one pot for each table.

The disciples each poured a cup of tea for themselves, and Xiaoer wanted to leave after serving the tea.

"Xiaoer, wait a moment." Hanxin said out loudly to keep him.

"Guest officer, what's the matter?" Xiaoer asked respectfully.

Hanxin took a sip of tea, and said politely: "I heard that many foreigners have come to Nanhang recently?"

Xiao Er nodded, shook the cloth towel on his shoulders, and said, "Yes, for some reason, a lot of monks have come to our small town recently. From the appearance of the guest officer, he also looks like a practitioner. I don't know why Which faction?"

"Zi Qingfeng." Han Xin said softly.

Xiao Er was a little more in awe immediately, but he didn't believe it, so he glanced at the white forehead on his wrist, he was really Zi Qingfeng's disciple!

Seeing his respectful expression, Hanxin quickly pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "You don't need to be so nervous."

The waiter then relaxed a little, and said, "I don't know what the immortals want to investigate?"

Han Xin nodded slightly, but didn't say what it was.

Wen Bingxuan suddenly said: "Then Xiaoer, has anything strange happened in Nanhang recently?"

The waiter in the shop looked at her, she looked so beautiful, and the words she said were even more sweet, the waiter immediately couldn't move his eyes away.

"Ah, indeed." The waiter knew that he was being rude, so he quickly apologized with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Han Xin said.

The little girl said slowly: "Some time ago, the son of the Shen family in Qianjie died, right by the Yu River, that death, tsk tsk tsk, it's really hard to see, I heard that the blood flowed like a river."

Han Xin paused for a moment, and said again: "Why did you die?"

Xiaoer said: "I heard that a man-eating monster was hungry, so I found him, skinned him and stewed him."

He said with a heart: "Is there anything strange about the man who was killed?"

Xiao Er's expression changed immediately, his eyes widened and he said: "Guest officer, let me tell you the truth, in fact, I really think this man deserves to die."

Han Xin was slightly taken aback, guessing that maybe this man is a person who commits all kinds of crimes, maybe his reputation in Nanhang has been bad enough.

The waiter continued: "He! He's a broken sleeve!"

As soon as these words came out, the disciple was stunned.

It turned out to be a broken sleeve!

Zi Qingfeng's family style is the most upright, not to mention that the people who are traveling this time are only teenagers. Now that he heard this, the disciple's expression was a little ugly, but he still endured it and drank tea.

Hanxin felt a little embarrassed, but continued to ask: "Why do you say that?"

As soon as he said this, Xiao Er opened up like a chatterbox, and said: "You don't know, he looks okay, according to ordinary people, he should be a man with a wife and children now, but who knows him?" Misbehavior, he actually molested Mr. Cao, the son of our landlord Cao. Mr. Cao had a good heart, so he didn't beat him to death, but he still didn't know what to do, and molested young boys from good families everywhere. You said, this is not a broken sleeve, shouldn't this be death? , why keep him?"

His mouth was dry, and he quickly handed him a cup of tea. He drank the tea and said: "Some time ago, someone found his body by the river. It was a terrible sight. Later, many people The monks came to our Nanhang."

The little girl was about to go on in detail, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by a boy's voice outside the door.

"Little Second!"

The waiter hurriedly apologized to Hanxin and the others, then ran to the door and welcomed the group of people in.

Han Xin lowered his eyebrows and took a sip of tea, just as he raised his eyes, he heard a young voice: "Isn't this Zi Qingfeng's disciple?"

Only then did Han Xin turn her eyes over, and looked at their attire, yellow clothes and black boots, with moon roses on the sleeves, which were extremely conspicuous. After thinking for a long time, Han Xin finally figured out who they were.

Suzhou Changjia.

The Chang family in Suzhou, their ancestors have been outside monks for generations, they have no great merit, and there have been no capable people in the past, but for some reason, in recent years, this Chang family has suddenly appeared in front of the public many times. The ghost that strangled and murdered people, not long after, became famous among the people, and even became a landlord in Suzhou.

Han Xin slightly nodded at them, turned her eyes and continued to drink tea.

The leading young man in yellow didn't take his perfunctory action seriously. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he stepped forward to chat: "I heard that Zi Qingfeng's disciple is world-class in martial arts, with extremely upright conduct and full of heroic spirit. I saw him today, so it's really not the case." .”

With a polite smile, he said, "I'm overwhelmed."

Seeing that Hanxin was speechless, the young man said again: "Chang Ning, the eldest disciple of the Chang family, I don't know your surname?"

"Leng Hanxin." Hanxin didn't want to say any more.

Seeing that his attitude was still so perfunctory, Chang Ning lost his previous respect for a while, and wanted to strike up a conversation, but was dismissed by Han Xin's expression of "If You Are the One", and finally he could only smile and said: "Then we will take our seats first. , Farewell."

Nod slightly heartily.

Chang Ning took his juniors and juniors behind him to his seat. As soon as he was seated, he ordered a large table of dishes. Those who drank wine drank alcohol, and those who ate meat ate meat.

Comparing it with Hanxin and the others, hmm...it's really a world of difference.

It's not that Hanxin has never heard about the things about the Chang family. I heard that just last year, the Chang family took down Duan Gang, a mythical beast in the land of extreme ice. Rationally, even if you let the senior brother join them, you may not be able to win, let alone his Chang family, if you can win, it is nothing more than using some tricks, but everyone did not say it clearly.

This time they came, it seemed that they were also the source of the corpse. If they got the corpse puppet this time, they would definitely gain a great reputation, and maybe because of this incident, they could become a capital of the Chang family that future generations talked about.

After the pot of tea was finished, Han Xin felt that this inn was inconvenient to stay longer, so she wanted to find another inn.

He stood up, picked up the sword on the table, and the rest of the disciples stood up one after another, also took the sword.

Seeing that they were leaving, the waiter in the shop wanted to persuade them to stay: "Guest officer, don't you stay in the shop?"

Han Xin shook her head and said, "No."

After finishing speaking, he settled the bill and walked away.

"What's the air?" Suddenly came a sarcasm.

All the disciples turned their eyes to the master of that sentence, the second disciple of the Chang family.

The Chang family didn't eat anymore, they stood up one after another, and just met their eyes.

White clothes on one side, and yellow clothes on the other, suddenly flames blazed.

The second disciple of the Chang family didn't know how to praise, and said: "What are you looking at! I'm talking about you!"

He pursed his lips heartily, his face slightly gloomy.

"What did you say?" Jiang Ziran was the first to speak out among the disciples.

"I said, why are you so arrogant? If you have the ability to pretend to be 1b here, why don't you pretend to be outside! What aloofness! Show it to someone!" The second disciple of the Chang family said, and hiccupped.

"Keep your mouth clean!" Jiang Ziran immediately put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The faces of the other disciples were also not good-looking.

"That's what I said, what's the matter?!" The second disciple of the Chang family slapped the table and stood up.

Jiang Ziran immediately drew his sword, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you one last chance!"

The Chang family also pulled out their swords, Zi Qingfeng's disciples did not show weakness, the sword was exposed three inches from the scabbard, An Moshui looked at the second senior brother next to him, he frowned slightly, but did not stop them.

"What's wrong with me just saying that! Pretend to be noble! Pretend to be cold and arrogant! It's useless!" The second disciple of the Chang family felt puzzled and threw a wine bowl on the table to the ground.

Seeing the dispute between the two factions, the people in the inn retreated to the side to watch the excitement. The innkeeper saw that his bowl was broken, but he still didn't dare to stop them. He was afraid that if he left, he wouldn't be able to come back alive. .

Jiang Ziran immediately gritted his teeth and took three steps forward. Before he could take the fourth step, he was stopped by An Moshui.

An Moshui frowned slightly, and boldly said: "Brother, don't be impatient."

Jiang Ziran was just getting angry again, he didn't expect that the person who came out to stop him was actually An Moshui who was usually bullied by him.

"Junior brother, come back." Han Xin said in a deep voice.

Unwilling, Jiang Ziran gritted his teeth and stared at An Moshui for a few moments, then retracted the sword and retreated.