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Leng Zhenqing looked at An Moshui who was walking away, and sat up with some difficulty.

An Moshui's strength was so great that it hurt him, unconsciously, the bottom of Leng Zhenqing's eyes became moist.

Leng Zhenqing originally planned to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but An Moshui left unexpectedly.

Leng Zhenqing got out of bed, wanted to move her hands, looked down, but saw the white forehead on her wrist.

This white forehead belongs to Zi Qingfeng...

Leng Zhenqing's heart trembled slightly, but when he changed his mind, he shuddered again. Since An Moshui had become so terrifying, he actually wanted to use this method to make Leng Zhenqing's life worse than death, it was too scary!

Could this be the legendary blackening? !

Leng Zhenqing couldn't help but shuddered.

Leng Zhenqing wanted to untie the white forehead, and found that he couldn't undo the binding curse on the white forehead, so he had no choice but to leave Huanhuayuan secretly with his hands tied like this.

Along the way, he walked in a hurry, afraid that An Moshui would send someone to arrest him.

After returning to Ziqing Peak, as soon as he walked into Yashe, he saw Hanxin.

Hanxin ran over anxiously, and said, "Master! You are finally back! You scared me to death!"

Hanxin drove the horse, and arrived at Ziqing Peak, only to find that his master had disappeared.

Leng Zhenqing nodded, put his hands behind his back, and asked, "Hanxin, can you undo the binding spell?"

Hanxin didn't understand what he meant, but still hummed, Leng Zhenqing immediately stretched out his hand, looked at it Hanxin, frowned, and said: "Master, this is our white forehead, why is there any bondage on it? curse?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "I made it myself, you just need to untie it."

Hanxin was stunned, but he couldn't understand what he had done by himself?

Although Han Xin was puzzled, she honestly solved it for Leng Zhenqing.

Without the white forehead, Leng Zhenqing immediately moved his wrist twice, and then rushed into Yashe with the white forehead.

Leng Zhenqing locked the door, clutching his chest, panting heavily.

terrible!It's really terrible!

If he hadn't run so fast, I'm afraid he would have lost his chastity!

Apart from being afraid, he was thinking more, how could Huanhuayuan have Anmoshui?When did An Moshui come back?When did he practice evil ways?

A series of questions hit Leng Zhenqing, and his head ached.

After what happened today, Leng Zhenqing still had lingering fears and hadn't left the room for three days, but fortunately, An Moshui didn't come to chase him.

At this time in Huanhuayuan, An Moshui was furious.

A group of Huanhuayuan disciples knelt in the main hall, they didn't dare to breathe out, their heads were buried so low that they almost stuck into the ground.

Ye Zhixi said helplessly: "You are enough, don't be angry."

An Moshui's brows trembled, furious, and said: "I can't even look down on a single person, so it's useless to ask you!"

The group of disciples didn't dare to make a sound, Ye Zhixi waved her hand to signal them to back down, the disciples got the order, and ran as if to run away.

An Moshui took a look at Ye Zhixi, and angrily walked back to the room, Ye Zhixi couldn't laugh or cry.

Four years ago, he used all means to bring An Moshui, his master, back to the underworld.

Finally, he succeeded.

Ye Zhixi became a ghost general, and the ruler of the underworld has a way to revive Wen Bin. Because of this, Ye Zhixi volunteered to serve the monarch, and the first task he received was to bring back An Moshui.The moment Ye Zhixi received this task, she asked, "Who is An Moshui?"

At that time, no one gave him an answer. Later, Ye Zhixi found out that this young man named An Moshui was the illegitimate son of the monarch, an illegitimate son living in the mortal world.

Ye Zhixi is not very interested in how An Moshui is the illegitimate son of the monarch. All he has to do is to use all means to make him return to the underworld willingly.

Finally, he succeeded, and Wenbin was saved.

An Moshui was sitting in the room, the anger in her heart was still not exhausted.

The master, who was finally caught, ran away, and the more he thought about it, the more angry An Moshui picked up a sandalwood teapot and threw it on the ground, the teapot was broken into pieces.

He rubbed the center of his frowning brows, and unconsciously thought of Master again in his mind.

At that time, he pinched Master's chin and forced Master to raise his head. He thought Master would be afraid, but what caught his eyes was not fear, but the mist in his eyes.

An Moshui's heart trembled at that time, and he even regretted it, and the master cried.

He wanted to apologize, but found himself afraid to speak.

An Moshui was like a child, his throat was tightly strangled, and he had to run away in a hurry.

Looking back now, An Moshui felt even more sad.

Leng Zhenqing's words that day were nothing like needles falling on his heart, piercing his heart with pain.

Originally, the last time he pretended to be Wang Xiaoxi to look for Leng Zhenqing, he took a lot of courage to go, and he hadn't seen Leng Zhenqing for four years, but Leng Zhenqing's gentle face has always been imprinted in An Moshui's heart .

When I saw Leng Zhenqing that day, he was still dressed in green, with a heroic appearance, but the first thing he said was: "Wang Xiaoxi?"

An Moshui's heart turned cold at that moment, and she really wanted to rush up and say, "Master, I am Seventeen!"

Reason made him shut up, and he questioned Leng Zhenqing in every possible way. When he saw Leng Zhenqing's eyes dim, he believed that there must still be half of his position in the heart of the master.

But what happened yesterday, because of his anger, he actually did that kind of thing to Master.

An Moshui began to worry in his heart, would Master hate him?Will he really be expelled from the division?

An Moshui rolled up her sleeves, three green bamboo leaves were engraved on her white wrist, the spell was still there and never faded away.

He is Leng Zhenqing's disciple, and will be for the rest of his life, no matter what method is used.

Leng Zhenqing has always felt uneasy these days, and he didn't even want to go out, but he had no choice but to hear that there was a murderous ghost somewhere, and he had to go to solve it.

Leng Zhenqing has always been on guard, and even when he arrives in the local area, he rarely leaves the inn.

They found an inn at random, Xiao Er came, and the group of them found a table in the back and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Leng Zhenqing heard a person behind him gossiping: "Do you know? I heard that this year's Wenling produced a strange man!"

The man opposite the man said in surprise: "Really?! What's going on?"

The man said: "I heard that the man is a piece of human skin, even the human skin is fine, he still won the championship!"

Another person said: "So powerful?"

The man said: "Isn't it!..."

Leng Zhenqing listened with trembling brows, picked up the teacup and drank it.

You can hear about An Moshui everywhere!

When he came out, Leng Zhenqing had roughly figured out the problem this time.

It is said that it is a monster that kills people without blinking an eye, and many people have been killed in the local area.

And what he has to do at this time is to wait and see what happens, because I heard that the monster will come out to arrest people in the middle of the night every day.

Leng Zhen ordered some dishes, and while he was eating, a young man suddenly appeared from nowhere, and he said: "Master Leng, my senior brother has something to give you."

Leng Zhenqing raised her eyes, the man was dressed as a disciple of Huanhuayuan.

Before Leng Zhenqing had finished chewing the food in his mouth, the disciple put a note on the table.

The disciples at the table looked at the disciple suspiciously.

He said with a heart: "Master, he seems to be a disciple of Huanhuayuan."

Leng Zhenqing nodded and picked up the note.

He was already feeling uneasy in his heart, and the moment he saw the words on the note, he became even more flustered.

A line of words was written on the paper, in chic font: Stay away from Senior Brother Hanxin.

Leng Zhenqing is not a fool, when he saw the note, he knew it was An Moshui.

He glanced around, but there was no one, and there were no disciples from Huanhuayuan.

If there is no one downstairs, then it must be upstairs!

Leng Zhenqing stopped eating, stood up directly, paid the bill, and rushed out of the inn with a group of surprised disciples.

Before the group of disciples could react, the master left, and they didn't eat anymore, and quickly got up to follow.

A group of teenagers in white followed a man in blue and rushed out of the inn.

Puzzled, he asked: "Master, what's wrong?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "It's nothing, change to another restaurant, the food at that restaurant just now is not good."

An Moshui was in that store, so he didn't run quickly, was he waiting to be caught? !

At this time, An Moshui, who was upstairs, was standing in front of the window watching Leng Zhenqing walking quickly, his fists clenched unconsciously.

Leng Zhenqing changed to another inn, this inn was relatively deserted, it was afternoon, and there were not many people in the inn.

As a result, as soon as he entered the inn, he saw a man lying on the ground.

The man was dressed in commoner clothes, his face was yellow and thin, so thin that only skin and bones remained.

Han Xin immediately wanted to step forward to check, but was held back by Leng Chenqing.

He said with a heart: "Master, this..."

Leng Zhenqing said: "He is not human."

The voice hit the ground, and the man dissipated into a pile of bones.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Don't touch that bone."

He said with a heart: "Master, what is this?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "Ghost water in the underworld."

Ghost water, a kind of person who is not like a human being. They are all thin and thin, and they feed on those wandering souls in the underworld. After they die, they will turn into a pile of bones, but people can't touch him, because It is highly poisonous, the whole body is full of poison, once touched, it will kill people, the skin of the poisoned person will slowly fester, the internal organs will be inhabited by nematodes, within seven days, the body will rot.

Why is the ghost water from the underworld here? Leng Zhenqing thought of the note just now, could it be made by An Moshui?

Leng Zhenqing couldn't help but feel hairy, if he was touched by this ghost water, wouldn't he not survive seven days!Fortunately, he didn't touch it!

He said with a heart: "Master, tell me, the monster in the mouth of those people may be this ghost water."

Leng Zhenqing nodded, it is really possible.

If these monsters were ghost water, then this matter would be settled.

"Master! Be careful!" Han Xin exclaimed suddenly.

Leng Zhenqing turned around, but before he could react, a Guishui's leg was thrown towards him, Leng Zhenqing quickly pulled out the jade flute to block it, but who knew that the bone was too brittle, Yu Xiao threw it head-on With a single blow, the bone broke into two pieces, one fell to the ground, and the other hit Leng Zhenqing's hand directly.

Yuxiao fell to the ground, and Leng Zhenqing hurriedly protected the hand that was touched by the bone just now.

Fuck!Fuck! !This is fatal! ! !

Heartily exclaimed: "Master! Are you okay!"

The rest of the disciples panicked.

Jiang Ziran said: "Master! Are you okay!"

"Master!..."

Leng Zhenqing pretended to smile and said, "It's okay."

He hid his hands in his wide sleeves, and said in a relaxed tone, "Who was it just now?"

Leng Zhen was clear-eyed, he saw a man just now, it was that man!It was the bones he threw!Leng Zhenqing swears!Must kill him! !

Heartily said: "I don't know, one is a person with high martial arts."

Indeed, otherwise, it would be impossible to escape under the eyes of Leng Zhenqing.

Hanxin looked at his hand, and in the next second, she looked anxious and said, "Master, are you okay?"

Leng Zhenqing's tone was relaxed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: "It's nothing, I'll go back to my room first."

After finishing speaking, he asked Han Xin to reserve a few guest rooms, and then rushed back to the guest rooms.

Back in the guest room, he locked the door, sat on the stool Leng Zhenqing, and rolled up his sleeves.The back of the hand that was touched by the bone just now had a red rash. According to this time, in a few hours, the rash will turn purple.

Leng Zhenqing quickly tapped the acupuncture points, but still couldn't stop the toxin from spreading.

Leng Zhenqing couldn't help yelling: "I'm going! Why does everyone want me to die?!"

When Leng Zhenqing was thinking about how to solve this matter, there was a sudden commotion outside the door.

A heartfelt voice came from outside the door: "Master Yu, you can't go in, Master respects him..."

Yu Wensheng?

Before Leng Zhenqing could put down his sleeves, the door was kicked open.

Yu Wensheng walked in hurriedly, followed by a group of people, including Huiling Palace disciples, some mountain monks, and Huanhuayuan disciples.

Of course, An Moshui was also among them. He was dressed in red, standing out among the Huanhuayuan disciples in various costumes.

He was looking at Leng Zhenqing coldly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Leng Zhenqing shudder.

Leng Zhenqing was dumbfounded by this group of sudden people.Han Xin hurriedly led disciple Zi Qingfeng to stand beside Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Master Yu, what are you doing?"

Yu Wensheng was dressed in black clothes today, showing a spirit of justice.

Yu Wensheng went up a few steps, grabbed Leng Zhenqing's reddened back of his hand, showed it to the standing people, and said, "Master Leng, you have been poisoned by ghost water."

Leng Zhenqing pursed her lips, not knowing what he was going to do.

Yu Wensheng let go of his hand quickly, turned around and walked in front of the group of people, saying: "Everyone should know that those who can be poisoned by ghost water must be related to the underworld."

Leng Zhenqing sat still, listening to his words silently.

Yu Wensheng paused, and said again: "So, Leng Zhenqing is from the underworld!"

Everyone stared at Leng Zhenqing.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Master Yu, don't talk nonsense!"

With mocking eyes, Yu Wensheng said: "Ghost water doesn't come into contact with humans, it only comes into contact with people from the underworld. You also know the head of Leng, as long as you don't come into contact with ghost water, you won't be poisoned, but why are you poisoned?" It’s impossible to say, you went to find the ghost water yourself, right?”

Zi Qingfeng's disciple was furious, Jiang Ziran said: "Master Yu! What do you mean by that! Why do you say that my master is related to the underworld!"

Yu Wensheng smiled, and said, "The witnesses and evidence are here."

Jiang Ziran said: "You!"

After listening to a series of words, Leng Zhenqing finally understood that Yu Wensheng wanted to ruin his reputation and become a disgrace to the cultivating world.

This trip, he probably had premeditated, the person who threw ghost water bones at Leng Zhenqing just now should be him.

Leng Zhenqing said: "Then what if I say that I touched that ghost water by myself?"

Yu Wensheng sneered: "Is it possible?!"

"If it's really possible?" someone in the crowd suddenly said.

It was An Moshui, staring at Leng Zhenqing with a smile in his eyes.

Zi Qingfeng's disciples were a little taken aback, why does this man look so much like their Shiqi?

Yu Wensheng glanced over his head and said, "Impossible."

An Moshui said: "Everything is possible."

Yu Wensheng was speechless after An Moshui's rebuttal, and he gritted his teeth.

Leng Zhenqing watched their conversation from the sidelines, feeling a little dazed, An Moshui, are you talking by yourself? !

Feng Jiang also stood up and said, "I believe in the character of Sect Leader Leng."

Wu Yun also said: "Master Leng is an upright person. My master admires him. He must not be that kind of person. Everyone, don't listen to one-sided words!"

Listening to his words, Leng Zhenqing was a little stunned, and Cui Concubine also admired him? ! !

For a while, the crowd was divided into two factions. Some believed in Leng Zhenqing, but some did not.

An Moshui said: "Why don't we do this, let my master be confinement in Huanhuayuan for a month, and we will discuss it after a month."

Hanxin was stunned, what is my master?He felt that this man was a little familiar from just now, but he couldn't remember who he was.

After hearing this, everyone agreed that the dungeon in Huanhuayuan was the tightest.

Jiang Ziran said: "We disagree! Why should my master suffer!"

An Moshui didn't answer him, but looked directly at Yu Wensheng.

Leng Zhenqing said: "I don't agree!"

Originally thought that An Moshui was standing up for him, but it seems that he was wrong, he wanted to wait for him in Huanhuayuan, and then torture him slowly!Don't go back even if Leng Zhenqing is beaten to death!

Yu Wensheng ignored his words, thought for a while, and then said: "Okay!" Anyway, Leng Zhenqing is going to die!

Leng Zhenqing: Me!burst!you!mom!

An Moshui threw a meaningful smile at Leng Zhenqing, and Leng Zhenqing's heart was bristling!It's over!He is going to die!