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The morning light of the day was quickly hidden by the distant mountains, and the sky was dark. Candles were lit up one after another in the Yiling Temple. From a distance, it seemed that there were many falling stars dotted on the dark mountain.

Some of the heroes gathered here during the day had been arranged by the One Spirit Temple to rest in the guest house, but more people still gathered at the headless corpse of Shested, discussing the wounds on the corpse in the mourning hall and white banners.

At this time, more than half a month had passed since Xie Side's death.Although it is cold in the mountains, half a month is enough time for corpses to germinate and maggots.Therefore, the people did not open the coffin to examine it carefully, but only gathered in front of the coffin to communicate with each other.

At this time, those who will go to the cold mountain, if the living are not afraid, why should they be afraid of the dead.

Among them, there was a man from Jiang Hu who had worked as a martial artist who was planning to ask for Xue Po Pills on the Cold Mountain before. He said: "Brother Zhang and I checked the body together. When Xie Shaoxia died, his neck was bulging , the shoulders are shrugged, the head should have been chopped off before his death, other than that, there is no other trauma. In other words, the murderer is likely to be someone Xie Shaoxia knows well, otherwise Xie Shaoxia would not maintain the relaxed posture of sitting on the bed ..."

"Maybe it's because the acupoints are restricted." Someone raised an objection, "Since Xie Side wrote the blood book under his body, he must have known that he would not survive. It proves that the person who came is someone She Side knows well."

"The acupoints are restricted to corpses, but there are no such traces on Xie Shaoxia's corpse. The possibility of choking on the smoke is not ruled out, but there is another possibility. Xie Side saw it in a dazed state. Is it really the person he thought? Or has the mist disturbed Xie Shaoxia's sanity, and after his head was chopped off, someone wrote the bloody book with his fingers?"

"Aren't the wounds in front of the body different from the wounds after death?"

"Who said that people died immediately after cutting off the head? The blood was still hot at that moment! This is naturally a wound in front of the body."

The voices of the voices in the mourning hall gradually fell under the night. In the guest room of Yiling Guan, Fu Qingqiu, who was invited by the priest of Lingquan, came to the resting place of the dangerous building in person.

The lights in the small courtyard were still on, and the two guards at the gate recognized Fu Qingqiu, and hurriedly bowed their hands in salute: "I have seen Mr. Fu."

There was only one young man beside Fu Qingqiu, and it was the man named Lingqi.

He said with his hands behind his back: "Announce, I want to see your landlord."

It seems that Fu Tinghuan had already given instructions on this matter, and the two gatekeepers said neither humble nor overbearing: "The landlord is busy with other things right now, so I may not be able to meet Master Fu."

No matter how tactful it is to not see, it is still not seen, not to mention how much euphemism is not seen in this sentence of refusal?

Standing behind Fu Qingqiu, Lingqi's complexion changed, and he seemed unable to restrain himself and was about to speak.

But Fu Qingqiu moved faster.Without changing his face, he just said: "Your landlord will meet me."

The two gatekeepers were a little puzzled.

Fu Qingqiu's voice was still unhurried: "Just because he is mine—"

The door opened.

Fu Tinghuan, who had changed his clothes, stood at the junction of light and shadow, and his expression was also between light and dark, showing and hiding, swaying.

A short distance behind the mourning hall is the guest courtyard, and a short distance behind the guest courtyard is the Yiling Temple.

In the treasure hall, all the people from the One Spirit Temple gathered together.They have just completed a discussion concerning the future of the whole One Spiritual Conception, and they are all silent now.Candles as thick as arms were burning blazingly in the palace.Everyone's face was illuminated by the candlelight, but everyone's expression looked so dark.

It's like the coldness in the underground cave, and it's like the corruption in the forest swamp.

On this whole cold mountain, when the voices belonging to people are overwhelmed by the wind and the chirping of insects in the mountains, and the dots of yellow light are dimmed sequentially like when they are bright, the night of this night will really begin!

At night, there is only the cold moonlight overlooking the earth from a place that is unreachable by humans.

Ghost-like black shadows appeared from the darkness, and began to wander around the ground, walls, and any dark corners, they were torn apart, and moved forward in all directions quickly like floating dust——

Xiao Jianshen was standing on the eaves of the highest palace at this time, and the highest position was also the most central position.He glanced down and saw everything around him.

People from the front flocked towards the tall tower that is the symbol of spirituality.

Those who walked to the back hurriedly walked towards the heart of the Yiling Temple where the classics were collected.

The four people facing west went to the location of the main guest room, but before sneaking into the courtyard, they found each other, and first staged a full-scale martial arts.

The three people heading east were heading straight for the statue of the patriarch of Yiling Temple Kaipai, but just after passing the arch bridge, there were two Taoist priests of Yiling Temple standing upright in the dark and shouting: "Guests, let's go!" Wrong direction?"

There was also Xuanfo, a Manichaean disciple with a bald head and a yellow cassock, who asked, "Amitabha, the night is already dark, and the almsgiver should go back to his room to rest."

There is also a disciple of Guiyuan Mountain Villa holding a long sword, the sword light is like silver waves, and laughs disdainfully: "Hostels have wine, bad guests have swords. It's up to you to choose your likes or dislikes!"

Same time, different places; similar sentences, different voices.

The battle has started quietly yet fiercely, the two sides have scruples about each other, and the silent and violent collision quickly ignites on the cold mountain shrouded in darkness.

It was unclear whether it was Yiling Temple, Manichaeism, Guiyuan Mountain Villa and those heroes who forced their way to the door, or whether it was their own struggle within the heroes, or whether there were other grievances and hatreds that were resolved together in this chaotic night.

The battle in the west was over, and halfway through the battle of the heroes who had first met before the Guanzhu courtyard, they found a man in the Lingguan nearby, and they were like frightened birds, breaking apart at the first touch; Give the enemy the final blow like a vulture.

Blood spilled in the night.One hits another in the head, and another hits one in the chest.

Of course, the person whose heart was withdrawn from his chest couldn't die any more. How can a person be perfect if he has no heart?

And the person whose head was smashed naturally also fell down. Without a heart, he might be able to live, but without a head, he would definitely die!

Blood and remains were scattered all over the ground, and one of the Yilingguan who was guarding here wanted to go forward to clean up, but was stopped by another old man shaking his head.

As a result, the little warmth of the fallen people was swept away by the night wind and turned into a pile of cold meat.

The fighting continues in the east.The disciples of Yilingguan adhere to the Taoist idea of ​​"Heavenly Heart and Compassionate Heart", and their hands and feet are tied up, and their moves never go to the vital parts of the intruder.But the intruder didn't have the slightest scruples. Two of the three people entangled a person in the spirit temple, and the other body shook vigorously from head to toe like a snake. Two people!

Most of the attention of the disciples of Yilingguan was obviously attracted by it. At this time, one of the remaining two intruders who entangled each other used the most violent move of "Bone Broken Palm" in the palm of the hand. The howling wind hit the Tianling of the disciple on the left!But the other one, under the cover of the former, followed the strong wind of the bulging sleeves and quietly ejected a few poisonous needles as thin as a vellus hair.The faint blue light on the tip of the poisonous needle flashed a secret and sinister blue light in the dark night, pointing directly at the back of another Yilingguan disciple who came to rescue him!

At this moment, a short scream suddenly came from the front, and then, the intruder who just jumped forward like a snake appeared together with a black shadow flying over. The gown is almost the same color as the night.

When the screams sounded, he was still melting into the melting night; before the screams stopped, he had already arrived in front of the battle group, rolled up his sleeves, and swept away the flying silver needles; Hit the people who use the palms together!

Then the second scream was also heard in the darkness, and another figure flew out backwards, hit the courtyard wall heavily, and fell to the ground moaning.

Such scenes can be found everywhere in Hanshan Mountain, and there are many.

Xiao Jianshenhuan turned his gaze away at a glance.He stands on top of this treasure hall, the hall is too high, not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary warriors, when they inadvertently raise their heads, they can only glimpse a blur of deep black, it seems that this deep black is unusually deep!

With his toes pointing, he had already floated down from the top of the hall like a fallen leaf, and when he was still in the air, he suddenly went up without any support, like wings growing from his ribs, flying through the void.

At the moment when Xiao Jianshen left, the Lingquan Taoist priest who was sitting in the treasure hall and silently recited the "Lingyuan Salvation Sutra" to the Taoist priest suddenly raised his eyes and stared out of the small open window for a long time. Silent.

And behind this treasure hall, a body of lightness kung fu is rare in the world. The contemporary descendant of Feihong Valley, Feihong Fairy, floats lightly within the courtyard wall.

She didn't have any enmity with others, and she didn't come here because of that Gu Hongjian.

She looked around in the shadows, and finally her sight fell on the topmost part of the miraculous treasure hall built against the mirror-like mountain wall, which was more than ten floors high.

In her cognition.

If it is that person.

If that person is here.

When only this place can match!

She tapped her toes, and her graceful body spun slowly, like a butterfly flying among flowers, but her speed was not slow at all. She reached the height of a three-story building with one heel, and then borrowed her strength one after another, four five six seven eight , are all waiting.And when she reached the ninth floor, her eyes finally pierced through the darkness, and she saw the top of the empty pagoda.

So all the strength in his body was poured out.Only one step away, Fairy Feihong, who fell on the top of the pagoda, lost her soul and fell back to the ground.

She seemed to be unable to believe that she had found the wrong place. She stared upwards for a long time, and then she was startled by the sound of swords and swords around her. , quickly turned and left.

The night was still deep.

A room is bright, a mountain is dark.

Facing Fu Qingqiu, Fu Tinghuan's face was as cold as a rock.

But he still stood face to face with Fu Qingqiu.In this small room, there are only two of them.

It was Fu Qingqiu who spoke first.He hadn't been close to this child since he was a child, so he didn't care about beating around the bush at this time.He said lightly: "The master of Yiling Temple has been kind to me in the past. He invited me over this time, and the people in Guiyuan Villa will only help the Taoist Master Lingquan. I know what you want when you come here. If you If you can get it quietly, I don’t know about it; if you make a noise, the disciples of Guiyuan Villa will not be able to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and will be lenient to you.”

Fu Tinghuan avoided talking about it.He looked at Fu Qingqiu at this time, and only asked one sentence: "Let's be lenient? Did you ever lenient my mother back then?"

The two deserve to be father and son.

When this sentence came out, Fu Qingqiu was the same as Fu Tinghuan. He didn't answer at first, and then said after a few breaths: "You questioned me like this today... How much do you know about my relationship with your mother? Over the years, I Without a second woman, without a second child, can't that explain a thing or two?"

After all, Fu Qingqiu didn't intend to have a deep talk with his son, he just waved his hand and left.

The moment he left, Xiao Jianshen jumped in from the window at the same time, and Fu Tinghuan just picked up the teapot at hand and threw it to the ground!

Amid the clear sound of porcelain breaking, Xiao Jianshen took a step forward, grabbed the other person's waist, hugged him across the waist, and stepped away from the range of the tea splashing.

The eyes of the two met at this moment.

Xiao Jianshen's behavior was originally a reflexive behavior. Seeing Fu Tinghuan's face was cold and looking at him steadfastly, he sighed and said: "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself... Don't be angry, you are just being bullied." I flicked a finger, and my heart hurts too."

The voice just fell.

He got a fierce kiss from his lover!