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A group of people went down the river and came to the place where Mr. Shen was killed.

There are still many river lanterns on the river, but there are not many people around. No wonder, this place is too remote, the surroundings are all dark, there is only a bamboo forest, and the moonlight shines down, people just look at it. I couldn't help but feel cold.

Leng Zhenqing asked his disciple to find a place to hide himself, while he stood by the river, waiting for the man to take the bait.

The moonlight was shining brightly, and the disciples all waited with bated breath, their eyes not daring to leave Leng Zhenqing for a moment.

Leng Zhenqing counted the time in his mind, ten seconds, nine seconds... three seconds, two seconds, one second, it's time!

The riverside suddenly fell silent, and suddenly, the sound of rustling footsteps came, and Leng Zhenqing's heart stopped, are you here?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Leng Zhenqing felt that the footsteps were only a few steps away from her.

He quickly pulled out the sword from his bosom, only forcing the man's neck, and the disciple who was hiding aside also ran out with the sword and surrounded the man.

"Are you?" Two teenagers came.

Leng Zhenqing didn't expect that he had made a mistake, so he quickly put down his sword and said, "I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

The two men were dressed in black arrow robes, they frowned and looked at each other, and said, "Uncle Leng?"

Leng Zhenqing was a little stunned, looking at their attire, she always felt familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

"Feng Jiang, Wu Yun?" Han Xin stepped forward and called.

The two men quickly fixed their eyes on Han Xin, and said softly, "Han Xin?"

Han Xin quickly put away the sword and asked, "Why are you here?"

Feng Jiang and Wu Yun said: "At the order of Master, come to find the corpse puppet."

After finishing speaking, Feng Jiang frowned and said again: "Hanxin, this is Mr. Leng?" His voice was very magnetic, and it always sounded seductive.

Han Xin nodded slightly and said, "Then what did you find?"

Feng Jiang, Wuyun's face was full of surprise and bewilderment, Feng Jiang said: "We have been to Cao's house, and we heard that the corpse puppet would come to Yuhe to harm people, so we came looking for it."

It turned out that they were the two who came to Cao's house that day.

Leng Zhenqing's eyes could not help but flicker over the two of them, no wonder they are so familiar, they are Cui Yu's disciples.

Compared with Feng Jiang, Wu Yun's eyebrows are softer, he said: "Uncle Leng, why are you wearing this outfit?"

Leng Zhenqing knew that they would ask this question. He was just about to find an excuse to perfunctory, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Feng Jiang.

Feng Jiang said: "Wu Yun, don't be rude, Master Leng must have a reason."

Wu Yun hugged his sword and said, "I'm just asking."

Feng Jiang said: "What are you asking? What is there to ask?"

Wu Yun said: "Feng Jiang! I said you are too rigid! Can you stop making such a fuss about everything!"

Feng Jiang said: "I made a fuss? Do you know that if you still look like this in the future, if you act alone in the future, you will have to die!"

Wu Yun said: "I'm going to die?! Do you believe it or not? I'll beat you!"

Feng Jiang gritted her teeth and said, "Come on!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Leng Zhenqing quickly pulled the two away, and said, "Speak up if you have something to say!"

The two gritted their teeth, but got in the way of a master Leng, so they had to turn their heads angrily.

Leng Zhenqing comforted them with a sneer, never expecting that the disciples of Huiling Palace would look like this!

Before the farce was finished, a man suddenly appeared on the bamboo forest.

Everyone turned their gazes to him one after another. He was wearing black clothes, he was jumping on the bamboo branches with his toes, his long hair was disheveled, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand, shaking it lightly, covering his face.

"There's someone!" Han Xin shouted, and immediately drew out her sword, and all the disciples were on guard.

Feng Jiang Wuyun stopped bickering, and the two took out their swords one after another.

The man dropped the folding fan from his chin to his chest, under the moonlight, Leng Zhenqing squinted his eyes to see clearly the smile on the corner of his mouth, and the biting cold hit.

Suddenly a few birds startled in the bamboo forest, and everyone turned their gazes to the bamboo forest.

I saw that a few seconds later, a dark mass was attacking them, getting closer, getting closer...

"It's a corpse puppet!" I don't know which disciple said, and the hands of the disciples holding the swords all trembled a little bit.

Leng Zhenqing was stunned, he only knew that the corpse puppets could only act alone, but he didn't know that they could act in groups.

Han Xin frowned, but still comforted the rest of the juniors and said: "Everyone, don't panic!"

The disciples gritted their teeth and held the sword tightly again.

The limbs of those corpse puppets were broken, only the skin and bones remained, and the eye sockets had long since disappeared, leaving only a piece of white.

Their movements are also slow, but they are densely packed.

The disciple took a deep breath, and in the next second rushed up with a sword in his hand.

Feng Jiang Wuyun was not idle either, the sword was shining brightly, and the corpse fell to the ground.

But there were too many corpse puppets after all, and after a while, the group was surrounded by corpse puppets.

"Master, what should we do?" Han Xin asked with a slightly anxious expression.

"Hanxin, Seventeen, Requiem!" Leng Zhen said clearly.

As soon as the two heard it, they immediately took off the qin from their backs. An Moshui sat cross-legged on the ground, the qin was suspended in mid-air, her slender hands were flipping on the strings, the sound of the qin lingered in the air, and she held the qin with her heart in her hand. Standing, the qin rises to the top of An Moshui's head, the qin sounds, and the body falls down.

The sound of the two pianos sang in harmony, the blue light waves vibrated, the bamboo broke, and the corpse puppet couldn't move a single step.

The rest of the disciples all cast admiring glances.

The disciples watched the corpse puppets fall down one by one, and thought it was all right, but they didn't know that there was still a big boss who didn't come out.

Among the thousands of fallen corpses, that man was the only one standing alone. He lightly waved the folding fan in his hand, smiled, and said softly, "Interesting."

In the next second, he turned into a mass of red butterflies and collapsed, leaving only the dark night.

"Master, are you okay?" Han Xin said.

Leng Zhenqing's eyes hadn't turned back from the man, and said: "Be careful."

Han Xin frowned slightly, said: "Be careful..."

Before he finished speaking, another corpse puppet appeared in the distance.

That's right, that's the ultimate corpse puppet they've worked so hard to find!

This corpse puppet's eyes were red, he walked with wind, and his aura was no different than ordinary corpse puppets, as if he was conscious.

His speed was not so fast either, in just a few seconds, he rushed to Leng Zhenqing's side, with one hand pointed straight at Leng Zhenqing's neck, his eyes were firmly fixed on Leng Zhenqing.

Of course, it was impossible for Leng Zhenqing to be caught by him, he took a step back, and in the next second he pulled out You Chan, resisting his sharp claws.

"Master!" An Moshui yelled in panic, his eyes were full of tremors, and the next second, he rushed up with Liuyun in his hand.

Leng Zhenqing frowned, gritted his teeth, you brat!

Leng Zhenqing said: "Don't come over!"

Feng Jiang said: "Be careful!"

The corpse puppet suddenly stopped grabbing Leng Zhenqing, but turned its target to An Moshui behind him.

He was extremely fast, stepped forward a few steps, and hit An Moshui's chest directly with his palm.

An Moshui's legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground in the next second. A bloody arrow spewed out of his mouth, and he lowered his head to support his chest.

Leng Zhenqing only felt that his brain was a little tight, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Seventeen!" Han Xin hurriedly stepped forward and knocked the corpse away, protecting An Moshui.

Leng Zhenqing didn't know where his strength came from, he stepped forward quickly, You Chan danced in the air, blue light flashed, the sword fell, and the corpse puppet suddenly fell to the ground.

Leng Zhenqing ignored the corpse puppet, and ran to An Moshui's side in a few steps, squatted halfway beside him, and quickly reached out to touch his acupuncture points.

"Master..." An Moshui spoke a little weakly, but the corners of his mouth were always raised.

Leng Zhenqing supported him, his heart trembled, and he said warmly: "It's okay, I will save you as a teacher."

With a smile in his eyes, An Moshui said, "Master, this disciple soiled his clothes..."

His clothes were already horrible because of the blood, and the snow-white clothes were stained with some red, and a salty smell of blood diffused around, illusory.

"Senior Brother Seventeen, you'll be fine!" Wen Bingxuan's voice was trembling, and her eyes were already filled with tears.

Jiang Ziran pursed his lips and remained silent, while Feng Jiang Wuyun had nothing to comfort him, so he could only stand aside.

The corpse puppet's eyes were still red, Feng Jiang stepped forward quickly, and pierced the corpse puppet's heart with a sword, the corpse puppet's eyes finally darkened, and he used the spirit lock bag to lock the corpse puppet Put it on.

Here, at some point, the Chang family also came. They looked around, but they didn't see the corpse puppet. Looking at the traces of the fight, they knew that the corpse puppet had been taken away. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, waved his hands, and led his disciples away.

Leng Zhenqing wiped off the blood from the corner of An Moshui's mouth with his sleeve, and said with thin lips, "It's okay, red looks better."

An Moshui lowered his eyes halfway, and said weakly: "But... it's not clean..."

Leng Zhenqing really has tens of thousands of dumb horses running by in his heart, you are going to die!Why do you still care about these things? ! !

"It's okay, it's okay." Leng Zhenqing comforted him in a warm voice.

An Moshui's eyes became darker and darker, and he said, "Master, this disciple is a bit tired..."

Leng Zhenqing's heart trembled, her fingertips trembled, her throat tightened, but she still smiled and said, "I can't sleep, I can't sleep."

"But... Master, disciple, I'm really tired..." As soon as An Moshui said those words, her hand dropped limply, her fingertips touched the ground, and her eyes closed.

The corners of Leng Zhenqing's mouth froze, and his voice trembled slightly, he said: "Didn't the teacher say that you won't be allowed to sleep?!"

For some reason, a brainless anger arose in his heart.

"Seventeen..." Han Xin's face turned pale.

Wen Bingxuan's tears had already come down, she covered her mouth, choked up and said, "Seventeen...Senior Brother Seventeen."

The disciples were all in a tragic scene, Han Xin's eyes were flushed, he thrust his sword into the ground tremblingly, and said, "Seventeen, you, let's go!"

The rest of the disciples followed his example, thrust their swords into the ground, and said, "Senior Brother Seventeen, you can go!"

Feng Jiang, Wu Yun felt that there was some sadness on the side, but it was not easy to intervene. After a long time, Feng Jiang stepped forward and said: "Uncle Leng, the condolences are changing, we will leave first."

After he finished speaking, he took Wuyun Yujian and left.

"Master, get up first." Hanxin wanted to help Leng Zhenqing up, but Leng Zhenqing just hugged An Moshui and refused to let go.

His disciple actually died like this... I really fucked your mother!

Leng Zhenqing refused to hold Xinxin's hand, stood up holding the sword, turned his head, and did not look at his disciples, he opened his lips coldly, his eyes dimmed, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Bring Shiqi back to Ziqing Peak .” After saying that, he walked away with a flick of his sleeves, his back revealing endless grief.

He pursed his lips heartily, carried the cold Anmo water on his back, the blood stained his clothes, making his snow-white clothes also stained with that scarlet spot.

Leng Zhenqing and his group no longer went back to the inn, but directly returned to Ziqing Peak with Yujian.

The Lantern Festival in Nanhang is still very lively, but Leng Zhenqing can't liven up the excitement anymore, his heart is icy cold...

The river lantern on the Yu River floated by, Leng Zhenqing glanced at it with dark eyes, the bottom of the eyes was moist, one of the thousands of river lanterns, I don’t know if the owner can put it on again in the future...