Dead wood fills the pillars

Cheng Chengcheng has been enjoying himself recently.

In the encirclement and suppression of the Blue Flame Alliance, his performance was outstanding.Daoist Lingyun, Abbot Ci'en and other famous martial arts experts all praised him a lot. Although he was not as good as Huahuimen, it was enough to satisfy Qingcheng.

The head of the sect personally promised that when he gets married to the head's daughter in March next year, the head of the house will be passed on to him.At that time, he will be the youngest sect master in Qingcheng history, and also the young master sect second only to Ji Wudi in the world.

Every time he thought of this, his heart couldn't help beating wildly, and the dream of many years was right in front of him.

March, March, but only half a year left.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword was like lightning, and he made thirteen moves in an instant.

This is Qingcheng's unique skill - sword light allure the city.The master once said that when this move is practiced to the extreme, it will never lose to any master in the world.But except for the founder of Qingcheng, no one can practice to this level.Because of this, Qingcheng's ranking in Jianghu has always followed Wudang and Shaolin.

"Senior brother." The little junior brother stood by the side of the practice field, looking at him panting.

Cheng Chengcheng put his sword back into its sheath, and said with a smile, "What's the rush?"

"Master is looking for you, in the room." Immediately, he leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice, "I heard about the third uncle."

Cheng Chengcheng said: "Isn't Third Martial Uncle a guest at Layman Wuyun's place?" Thinking of Layman Wuyun, he couldn't help but think of the Taishan Sect who is next to Layman Wuyun, and the one who has the name of the master but has no demeanor of the master Lu Qingyi.

The little junior brother shook his head and said, "I don't really know, it's just that when I came out, I heard the master call third junior brother in a low voice."

Cheng Chengcheng frowned, "What was Master's tone at that time?"

The little junior thought for a while, "It's very sad."

Master has always had the best relationship with this third uncle.Every time the third uncle went far away, the master would sigh for a long time.But this time, the third uncle has been away for three full years.If something happened to him, Master would definitely not stand by and watch.

Thinking of this, Cheng Chengcheng didn't dare to delay, and immediately ran towards the courtyard where the headmaster lived.

There are many trees in Qingcheng.

But among so many trees, Xie must like ginkgo the most, so he specially planted two ginkgo trees in his courtyard, one on the left and the other on the right.

When Cheng Chengcheng arrived, he was standing under the ginkgo tree, looking up at the branches on the tree in a daze.

"Master." He stood behind Xie Bingding and called softly.

Xie must turn around slowly, with a confused expression on his face, he said after a long while: "Chengcheng."

Cheng Chengcheng was taken aback, since he had grown up, he had rarely heard such a call.

"Your Third Martial Uncle is dead." Xie Ding said word by word.

Cheng Chengcheng's body trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes in disbelief.On the way here, he had thought of thousands of possibilities, but every possibility subconsciously bypassed this one.Although since he could remember, he rarely saw the third uncle staying on Mount Qingcheng, but every time the third uncle came back, he would bring a lot of delicious and fun things to the disciples in the sect until he traveled around the rivers and lakes.

"Third Martial Uncle," his throat was so dry that he almost exhausted all his strength to speak, "how did he die?"

"I don't know." Xie Dingding's voice sank suddenly, "He's at Mount Tai."

Cheng Chengcheng slowly clenched his fists by his side, and respectfully said: "This disciple will definitely find out the truth of this matter."

Xie must breathe heavily, turned his back to him, and said after a while: "Everything is focused on Qingcheng. And, no matter what, bring him back."

"...Yes." Cheng Chengcheng looked at his back, and a strange picture suddenly appeared in his mind.It was as if he was carrying the entire Qingcheng on his shoulders, the mountain was too heavy, so his waist became more and more bent, and his back became more and more stooped...

Lu Qingyi likes fishing, but his fishing skills are really bad.

With the same fishing rod, the same position, and even the same posture, other people's hands are numb when catching fish, but his rod is still stable and stable.

In order to keep the head of his family happy and peaceful every day, Taishan disciples specially dug a small pond in the courtyard where the head lived. There was nothing in the pond, only the starving people who were so hungry that they would bite everything they saw. fish.

So the head of the Lu University spends three hours sitting here every day, enjoying the fun of fishing.During these three hours, the sky should not be disturbed.

——Today is an exception.

Wang Dada rushed in and said, "Master, something is wrong!"

Lu Qingyi watched the fish jump off his hook, then turned his head, stared at him and said, "It's really not a big deal."

Wang Dada shivered, "Master, can you listen to me before you speak?"

"Yes." Lu Qingyi was very generous.

In the blink of an eye.

Hanging on the tree, Wang Dada trembled and said to Lu Qingyi below: "Master, I'm afraid of heights."

Lu Qingyi said: "I know, that's why I put you up there." He dusted off his clothes, "What did you say just now that something big is not good?"

"……I forgot."

Lu Qingyi flung his sleeves and left, "It's okay, I'll ask you again during dinner."

"I think, I remember!" Wang Dada hugged the tree trunk and shouted, "The Qingcheng faction is here!"

Lu Qingyi disappeared in a flash.

……

Wang Dada looked at the fragile-looking branches in fear, and mournfully said, "Sect Leader, you must remember that it's today's dinner!"

When Lu Qingyi came to the gate, Cheng Chengcheng was leaning under a tree and waiting for him.

Due to the day and night travel for nearly half a month, he looked a little embarrassed, not as dazzling as when he held a meeting to discuss how to destroy the Blue Flame League.But when those dark eyes are still firm, his demeanor is still elegant.

"Master Lu." Cheng Chengcheng cupped his hands.

"Are you alone?" Lu Qingyi's expression was a little strange.

"That's right." Cheng Chengcheng tentatively said, "Sect Leader Lu is waiting for someone?"

Lu Qingyi looked him up and down several times before asking: "So, the Qingcheng faction only sent you to challenge our entire Taishan faction?"

After Cheng Chengcheng was slightly startled, he quickly said: "Master Lu misunderstood. I'm here to ask Master Lu to uphold justice."

……

Lu Qingyi turned around and left.

Cheng Chengcheng stepped quickly, using the Qingcheng School's unique lightness kung fu Qingyun to stand in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Master Lu."

"You came here for Bailiqiu?" He said lazily.

Bai Liqiu is Cheng Chengcheng's third uncle.

"Yes."

"Do you think his death has something to do with Taishan sect?"

Cheng Chengcheng hesitated for a while, and said slowly: "I'll ask Master Lu to uphold justice."

"As far as I know, Baili Qiu died at Layman Wuyun's house. If you want to find him, you should find Layman Wuyun."

"I've looked for him, but he's not here." If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't bite the bullet and come to Taishan School.

Lu Qingyi sincerely suggested: "Look for the government to post a missing person notice."

"... Lay Wuyun used to be a disciple of Mount Tai."

"You also said once."

Cheng Chengcheng gritted his teeth and said, "Since Uncle Three has an accident in Taishan, the Taishan faction cannot escape the blame no matter what!"

This is a heavy word.

He was ready for Lu Qingyi to turn his face.

But Lu Qingyi just turned around to look at the sky, and said slowly: "Do you eat spicy food?"

Although he didn't know why he asked, Cheng Chengcheng answered honestly: "Eat." Qingcheng is in Shuchuan, and the people of Shuchuan are very spicy.

"That's good." Lu Qingyi sighed, and walked towards Wuyunju, where Lay Wuyun lived.

Before reaching the ground, Cheng Chengcheng saw the smoke rising from the kitchen.

"Uncle Wuyun." Lu Qingyi shouted from the door.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near inside, and the door was opened with a slam, Wu Yun blushed and said cheerfully: "Tsing Yi, are you here for dinner?"

"No, I'll come to see you for dinner." The spicy smell erupted from the room, making his eyes red.

Cheng Chengcheng took a step forward and said, "Cheng Chengcheng in Xiaqingcheng..."

"Ah! Are you from Qingcheng again?" Wuyun's eyes lit up, "Qingcheng is good, after Bailiqiu's death, no one will eat my food."

……

Cheng Chengcheng couldn't believe that Third Martial Uncle's death was revealed so easily by him.

"I cooked spicy chicken, come in and eat quickly."

Lu Qingyi repeated blankly, "Uncle Wuyun, I really just came to see you for dinner."

But even if you look at it, the rice is not so pretty.

During Wuyun's meal, Lu Qingyi kept wiping away tears.

Cheng Chengcheng sat across from Wuyun, with a bowl of rice slowly filling in front of him.

Wuyun greeted them with tears while eating the spicy chicken, "Hurry up and eat. You're welcome."

Cheng Chengcheng was very calm, "Layman take it easy."

Wuyun slowly put down his chopsticks, "Are you here for Bailiqiu?"

Cheng Chengcheng looked solemn, "Yes."

Wu Yun nodded, "That's fine. I'm worried that there is no place to put his ashes. I'll bring them to you later."

"I want to know why Third Master Uncle died."

"Sick and dead."

Although Cheng Chengcheng had no expression on his face, there was suspicion in his eyes.

"You can ask Dr. Zhang at the foot of the mountain." Wuyun said, "Bailiqiu has been treated there for two years, and it's a fortune teller if he can last until now. Everyone at the foot of the mountain knows about it."

"If the third uncle is really seriously ill, why don't you go back to Qingcheng?"

Wuyun was silent for a long time before saying: "Because there are people there who he doesn't want to see, things he doesn't want to recall."

Inexplicably, Cheng Chengcheng's mind flashed the desolate back of his master before he left. "Third Martial Uncle, why did you stay on Mount Tai?"

Wuyun said: "Because he likes to eat the spicy chicken I made."

Lu Qingyi twitched the corners of his lips and said, "How did I hear that you begged him to stay with tears in your nose and tears, and you also offered to support his life as a condition?"

Wuyun muttered: "Who told you not to eat my cooking."

Lu Qingyi turned around and sneezed, rubbed his nose and said, "My master thought that expelling you from the school would change your habit of making spicy dishes and forcing others to eat them...he is so stupid and naive."

Cheng Chengcheng's thoughts were disturbed.

The cause of death was beyond his expectation.But I heard from the master that the third uncle's death was written to him by a well-known person.If the third uncle really died of illness, why didn't Wuyun report the funeral to Qingcheng?

Lu Qingyi saw what was on his mind, and said: "Actually, I am the one who reported the funeral to Qingcheng." Wuyun didn't care about anything except cooking and finding someone to eat, so he had no choice but to act.

Cheng Chengcheng was stunned.

Lu Qingyi yawned, "I thought that as long as I didn't write the signature, I would have nothing to do with it. I didn't expect to come to the door anyway."

Wuyun asked curiously, "How did you report it?"

"Bai Liqiu is dead, hurry up and collect the body."

"..."