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"What? Come and kill me?! Come!" The second disciple of the Chang family was full of vulgar words, like a drunk lunatic.

An Moshui's face straightened slightly, and said, "Please be careful when you speak."

"That's what I said! Come and hit me!" The second disciple of the Chang family laughed.

Hearing this, Jiang Ziran wanted to rush up again, but fortunately, his junior sister stopped him and said, "Brother, calm down."

With the consolation of his junior sister, Jiang Ziran flung his sleeves and hummed.

An Moshui felt that the matter must not be resolved, and when he was about to speak again, the second disciple of the Chang family attacked with a sword.

Zi Qingfeng's disciple was taken aback for a moment, and immediately wanted to step forward to protect An Moshui.

It's just that before he could make a move, the sword of the second disciple of the Chang family broke.

An Moshui caught sight of his sword's edge by surprise, and immediately stretched out his hand to clamp the blade, and with a strong force, the blade broke at three inches.

The disciples of the Chang family took a breath.

Zi Qingfeng's disciple was taken aback, when did Shi Qi become so powerful?

"You! You! My sword!" Anger lit up in the eyes of the second disciple of the Chang family, and the next second he stepped forward with his bare hands, wanting to fight An Moshui hand to hand.

"Chang Yi! Stop!" Chang Ning suddenly appeared out of nowhere, obviously he wasn't there just now.

After hearing what his senior brother said, Chang Yi was so angry that he threw the broken sword on the ground, and then returned to his seat smelling of alcohol.

Chang Ning immediately came forward to make amends: "I'm really sorry, my junior brother will talk nonsense when he's drunk, I hope everyone will be tolerant."

Han Xin said in a deep voice: "It's okay, just tell him not to drink anymore, otherwise he might not live until the next time we meet."

well said!Chang Ning couldn't hold back a word, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Only then did Jiang Ziran feel better, and he held his sword in silence.

Han Xin didn't give him another look, turned around and stepped out of the inn threshold, the rest of the disciples saw him leaving, and hurriedly followed without even glancing at Chang's family.

Chang Ning immediately gritted his teeth, Zi Qingfeng, what an air!

Chang Ning didn't come out early or late, but he came out at this time. Is it a coincidence?Is there such a coincidence?In fact, An Moshui has long seen Chang Ning who is hiding aside. What he wants to do is to arouse the anger of Zi Qingfeng's disciples, and then he takes the opportunity to say: "It is said that Zi Qingfeng's disciples are pure in the world. Why did you want to kill my junior brother today?"

His abacus was successful, but Chang Yi was just a chess piece that was used, a chess piece that was so stupid that Chang Yi couldn't beat An Moshui, but An Moshui didn't kill him, if he didn't If he comes out, then the reputation of being provocative will fall on his Chang family.

Tsk tsk tsk, scheming!

As soon as they left the inn, the disciples felt a little relieved.

"Senior Brother Seventeen, why have you become so powerful?" Wen Bingxuan and An Moshui walked side by side, her tone full of admiration.

An Moshui was a little embarrassed by what she said, touched his nose and said, "How can it be, Junior Sister."

"Brother, you have really become stronger!" The disciple next to him also stepped forward and said.

An Moshui touched his nose again, and said with a slight smile, "It's all taught by Master."

The disciples glanced at the second senior brother in front of them, seeing that the senior brother didn't stop them, they opened their hearts and started talking in a low voice.

A group of disciples changed another inn and waited for news.

After resting for another day, the disciple got up on time on this day, and after finishing dressing, he ate breakfast downstairs.

Waiting patiently for everyone to finish their meal, he said: "Today we will go to... Young Master Shen's house to check."

It was really difficult for him to say those two words.

The disciples nodded, talked to Xiaoer heartily, and led the juniors and sisters out of the inn.

According to what the Xiaoer said yesterday, the Shen family finally found a place in Qianjie.

But before the group of disciples stepped in, they were distracted by a man in green shirt at the gate of Shen's house, gentle and gentle as jade.

That is?Master!

"Master!" said Hanxin in surprise.

Leng Zhenqing turned around, it really was them.

An Moshui was also a little surprised for a while, didn't Master want to guard the house?Why is he here? !

The disciples surrounded him and said with a heart in his heart: "Master, how did you find this Shen family?"

"I heard that." Leng Zhenqing actually just arrived today, he was a smart person, and it didn't take him a moment to figure out the whole story. He guessed that his disciples would definitely come to the Shen family.

Sure enough, he really guessed right.

Hanxin also wanted to tell Leng Zhenqing about what happened with the Chang family yesterday, but before he opened his mouth, Leng Zhenqing waved his hand, and when he came, he heard two women discussing this matter, so he probably knew passed by.

Leng Zhenqing was so happy thinking about it, he thought he would stay at Ziqing Peak for the next ten days, but who knew that Chen Xiu came back suddenly yesterday, the eldest disciple came back, why is he still staying here? !So he immediately left Zi Qingfeng to Chenxiu, packed his bags, and came to Nanhang the next day.

Leng Zhenqing knocked on the wooden door of Shen's house, but no one responded for a long time.

"Is anyone there?" Han Xin knocked on the door again.

But still no one responded, and said with a heart: "Master, this..."

"Open the door." Leng Zhenqing looked serious.

"Yes." Han Xin pushed the door open with all her strength.

This Shen family is not too big, it's just an ordinary commoner's house, there is only one willow tree in the yard, but the willow tree is still half dead and half alive, without a single green leaf, and the main house is even more desolate.

Leng Zhenqing stepped forward, and a group of people went into the room to check, but found nothing.

Entering the bedroom, this Shen family can be regarded as a barren house. In the entire bedroom, there is only one bed and a dressing table.

The table was cleaned up even more, and there was not a speck of dust in the whole room.

Leng Zhenqing walked to the table and opened the drawer. When he saw the things in the drawer, he was a little dazed.

It's not that he didn't know that Mr. Shen was a broken sleeve, but he didn't expect him to be so broken!

This drawer is full of women's things, rouge and gouache, wooden hairpins, hair bands, everything, Leng Zhenqing couldn't help shivering, it's really creepy.

The desk only had two drawers, and when he opened the other drawer, he was even more surprised. The other drawer contained a set of women's bellybands! ! !

Leng Zhenqing couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth, he suspected that Mr. Shen was not a broken sleeve at all, he was clearly a pervert!

He quickly closed the drawer, this place was terrible, he walked out of Shen's house quickly.

Hanxin and the others had already been waiting for him in the courtyard, and when they saw him coming out, their brows were still trembling, and they couldn't help worrying, "Master, are you alright?"

Leng Zhenqing waved his hands and said, "It's okay."

He said with a heart: "Master, the Shen family can't find any clues, so what should we do?"

This is also where he is troubled. The clue is broken here, and he can no longer find the beginning.

"Master, that Xiao Er said that there is also the son of Landlord Cao." An Moshui said suddenly.

Leng Zhenqing was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Landlord Cao?"

When he came, he only heard that Mr. Shen was a broken sleeve and was killed by that corpse puppet, but he didn't hear anything about Mr. Cao.

He said with a heart: "Well, what the waiter said, Mr. Shen once molested... Molested the son of Landlord Cao."

What he said was extremely serious, but Leng Zhenqing always felt that he was holding back his laughter.

Wen Bingxuan also interjected: "That may have something to do with Mr. Cao. He felt that he was being molested by a man and was very embarrassed, so he asked someone from the underworld to drug the puppet, and then went to kill Mr. Shen."

"It can't be that simple." Jiang Ziran said.

Leng Zhenqing nodded slightly, this matter could never be so simple, if it were so simple, then the four factions would not have to tell the world to look for this corpse puppet, but what is certain is that this matter can definitely be found from Mr. Cao. Get some clues.

"Go to Cao's house first." Leng Zhenqing said in a deep voice.

"Yes." All the disciples replied.

The group asked a peddler who sold candied haws, and the peddler immediately showed them the way when he saw their aura.

Leng Zhenqing led all his disciples to Cao's house in a big way. When Cao's servants saw them, they stopped them and shouted: "What are you doing?"

Leng Zhen smiled, and said: "Let's find Mr. Cao."

The servant directly refused: "My son is not here today, you can come back tomorrow."

Leng Zhenqing also knew that he was looking for excuses, so he didn't talk to him too much, but said: "Then please tell Mr. Cao for me."

The servant nodded impatiently and hurried them away.

Naturally, Leng Zhenqing didn't want him to kick him out, so he immediately left the gate of Cao's house with his disciples.

"Master, Mr. Cao is no longer, so what shall we do?" Han Xin frowned until he walked more than ten meters away.

Leng Zhenqing thought that they saw that the servant was making excuses, but who would have thought that they would think that the servant was telling the truth, even if it was a bit brain-inducing, it would be too naive.

"Then we will go in by ourselves." Leng Zhenqing said.

"Myself?" Hanxin was puzzled.

An Moshui said: "What the master said is, over the wall?"

The disciples were stunned immediately. Zi Qingfeng's disciples are the most upright people. How could they have done such sneaky things as climbing over the wall?

Leng Zhenqing nodded, sure enough An Moshui understood herself.

"Master, it is strictly forbidden to do such humiliating things..." Han Xin frowned slightly, why would Master lead them over the wall?

Leng Zhen had expected that he would ask such a question early in the morning, so he paused and said: "I will do this with Shiqi, you go back to the inn first."

An Moshui was stunned for a moment, and stared at Leng Zhenqing.

"Master, but..." Jiang Ziran didn't expect Leng Zhenqing to let An Moshui stay, and immediately frowned deeply.

Hanxin interrupted him, saying: "Junior Brother, we will just listen to Master, there are so many people, it is easy to be discovered if they all break into Cao's house."

Jiang Ziran gritted his teeth, his eyes stained with a trace of unwillingness, and after a while, he managed to utter a few words: "Understood, senior brother."

Han Xin took the rest of the disciples back to the inn, while Leng Zhenqing took An Moshui to the wall of the alley.

He glanced around a few times, and after confirming that there was no one there, he tiptoed, jumped onto the eaves, and then jumped onto the grass of Cao's house. A few seconds later, An Moshui also landed beside him.

The two walked quickly through the Cao residence, and just as they reached the garden, they heard light footsteps coming towards them.

Leng Zhenqing and An Moshui looked at each other, and the next second they hid behind a rockery.

"Ami, what should I do, so many people are looking for you now." A girlish voice came.

"I don't know either." Another male voice followed.

Leng Zhenqing tilted her head slightly, only then did she catch a glimpse of a man and a woman. The man was dressed in satin yellow clothes, with a veil on his head, black boots on his feet, and his face was like jade.As for the other woman, she was wearing a green skirt, holding the silk handkerchief tightly with her hands, with a sad expression on her face.

The woman frowned and said: "Then what to do, is Shen Du really dead?"

Leng Zhenqing was slightly taken aback, Shen Du?Could it be Mr. Shen? He continued to listen carefully.

"I don't know! I just invited him to the Jade River that day, but he was wearing women's clothes, with rouge and gouache all over his face, and said he wanted to be with me. I immediately pushed him away. Back home, but... but who knows, he died." He said, his tone began to tremble uncontrollably.

Is this Mr. Cao?

The woman said again: "Then... what should I do then?"

Cao Mi looked anxious and said, "I really don't know."

"Mi'er!" Suddenly another man came, his face was hard and his aura was cold.

"Father!" Cao Mi turned around in fear.

"Come with me to the lobby, there are two sons looking for you." The man's voice is thick and thick, and his words are like a stone, firmly falling in your heart.

Cao Mi was startled, and said anxiously: "Father, I don't feel well, I want to go back to my room."

Another woman also said: "Uncle Cao, Ami is really not... uncomfortable."

The man's eyes were like deep pools, and he said in a deep voice, "Ah Yu, you go home first, this matter must be discussed clearly."

"Father, I..." Cao Mi's fingertips trembled slightly.

"I...I see, Uncle Cao." A Yu glanced at Cao Mi with worry, and finally left.

As soon as Ah Yu left, the man forced Cao Mi to leave.

Leng Zhenqing and the two came out from behind the rockery, Leng Zhenqing lowered his eyes to think, An Moshui said softly: "Master, Cao Mi didn't do it."

Leng Zhenqing gave a "hmm" and said in a deep voice, "Go back to the inn first."

The two found Cao's house again, and An Moshui led Leng Zhenqing back to the inn.

In the inn, the disciples had been sitting upright for a long time. When they saw the green shirts flicking their sleeves, they stood up quickly, stepped forward to meet the two, and said, "Master, have you found anything?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "It's not Mr. Cao."

Wen Bingxuan frowned and said, "It's not him? Does that have anything to do with him?"

Leng Zhenqing shook his head, this Cao Mi looked like a cowardly person, so he must not be him.

"Then what should we do?" Han Xin said.

Leng Zhenqing sighed in his heart, and said: "Let's discuss it tomorrow."

After the group had dinner, Leng Zhenqing asked An Moshui to tell his disciples what he had heard in Cao's house, and he booked another guest room and went upstairs to sleep.

After sleeping until afternoon, when I went downstairs, all the disciples were sitting in a ball. Leng Zhenqing was no stranger to this situation, so he stretched himself and walked towards them.

"Master, another person died." Han Xin suddenly said in a deep voice.

Leng Zhenqing was taken aback, frowned, and said, "When did it happen?"

He pursed his lips heartily and said, "I found it an hour ago, by the Yu River, man, and... he is a broken sleeve."

Another broken sleeve?

Leng Zhenqing sat beside them and said, "Any other special features?"

He said with a heart: "That person's taste is somewhat... the same as Mr. Shen's."

Leng Zhenqing frowned even deeper, another pervert, the person who manipulated the corpse puppet has such a strange taste?

An Moshui saw his brows furrowed so deeply, and couldn't help but want to help him smooth them out.

"Master, what should we do then?" Han Xin said in a deep voice.

Leng Zhenqing thought for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Doesn't he like women's clothing with broken sleeves? Then satisfy him."

The disciple glanced at Leng Zhenqing incredulously, and said in a daze, "Master means..."

Leng Zhenqing narrowed her eyes, nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Which one of you is going?"

None of the disciples dared to answer, they were all hesitant and surprised, Leng Zhenqing knew this would happen.

"Then I'll go." Leng Zhenqing had no choice but to use the knife on himself.

The disciple "boomed" and glanced at Leng Zhenqing.

"Master, I'll go." An Moshui gritted his teeth suddenly.

The disciples stared at him again, their faces full of disbelief.

Leng Zhenqing didn't expect An Moshui to be the first one to come out, she was slightly startled, and after a few seconds of delay, said again: "It's okay, I'll go."

"But, Master..." An Moshui's beautiful brows also frowned.

"Hanxin, when did that man die?" Leng Zhenqing stopped answering him directly and shifted the topic to Hanxin.

Han Xin hadn't recovered from the thunderbolt just now, she turned abruptly and said in a panic: "It was probably at the midnight of last night, Mr. Shen seemed to have died at the same hour."

Leng Zhenqing straightened his face and said, "Then tonight."

The following time, the disciples spent in a panic, dusk had fallen, Leng Zhenqing asked An Moshui to find a handy woman.

When the woman heard that she was putting on make-up for a man, she was taken aback immediately, but she was forced to enter the stage, and after finishing putting on make-up, she ran out of the inn.

Leng Zhenqing sat in front of the yellowed bronze mirror, his eyes were dazed, the woman's hands were really clever, he was born weak, so casually smeared some rouge and gouache, it was like a different person immediately , It looks like a pool of water, which makes people feel distressed.

In the bronze mirror, the woman with straight eyebrows and beautiful eyes, how can she be seen as cold and pure? !

An Moshui stood behind him, slightly lost in thought, and began to wonder if Master was a man.

"Seventeen, clothes." Leng Zhenqing said.

As soon as he opened his mouth, An Moshui came back to his senses. A woman who looked so distressed, turned out to be a man's voice, and his little heart was almost frightened to death.

An Moshui quickly responded, patted his face, and almost took Master for a woman!

He quickly fetched a set of women's clothes and handed them to Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing had a lot of fun holding this dress, she never thought that she would be able to wear this kind of thing in her life.

An Moshui retreated outside the door, leaning against the door, feeling confused for some reason.

After a while, the door opened.

"Master... Master?" An Moshui hesitated.

The man in front of him was wearing a green dress and was of tall stature. Although he looked tall, he was very thin, which gave him a perfectly proportioned beauty. He stroked his temples with a stiff expression.

"Hmm." Leng Zhen said in a deep voice.

It's not that he hasn't looked in the mirror just now. Although he looks like a woman, he still reveals a bit of a man's appearance, but he didn't expect An Moshui to be so surprised.

"There is still some time before midnight, let's go to sleep first." Leng Zhenqing said again.

An Moshui nodded slowly, her throat tightened, and said, "Yes."

An Moshui returned to the room, and Leng Zhenqing closed the door, and sat on the bed in a daze, enjoying the quiet atmosphere.

After a while, he suddenly raised his voice and said: "Ah! Your Majesty! The concubine can't do it!" While speaking, he still knelt down on the ground and stretched out his Erkang hand.

Then he stood up again, and said in a deep voice, "If you can't do it, you have to do it!"

After a play was over, Leng Zhenqing let out a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed.

Xindao: Just treat it as an addiction!

Then he fell asleep.