Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Xu Qingming stood on the spot blankly, looked back towards the door, turned around again, his eyes were bloodshot, and while backing away, he said: "Since the master has already listened to the child's slander, I don't want to waste any more words, it's just the evidence in my Cangshan sect's hand." Far more than that, Ah Heng! Ah Heng!"

A young disciple got up from the ground, took out a red box the size of a dressing box, broke the seal, and walked towards Abbot Miaoyin.

Xie Qiushi frowned, and suddenly opened the door, knocking the brocade box to the ground, and saw that the box was full of pearly white powder, with a faint fragrance, it was the "Dengxian Powder" used by Longge Xiaoning!

"Xu Qingming, you're not calling yourself!" Cen Qihe said angrily, "I'll see how you left Wuling alive today!"

"Daoist Xu." Abbot Miaoyin shook his head again and again, "I don't want to be your accomplice, so you want to kill me to silence me?"

Xu Qingming sneered, raised his toes, and lifted up the powder on the ground. Unexpectedly, Fu Qingfeng beside him held a wine cup in his hand, and poured out a pot of wine. The wine and powder stayed together for a moment, and he shouted: "Spiritual fire!"

There was a scorched smell in the air, and with a "hissing", a curtain of blue fire exploded in the air, burning all the powder on the ground.

"I guess you won't be caught without a fight." Xie Qiushi stepped forward with his hands behind his back, "Use out any other tricks!"

"Kill these people!" Xu Qingming yelled behind him, "Set up the formation! Regardless of whether they are real or not, anyone wearing the Wuling Taoist robe will be killed!"

A group of disciples hesitated for a moment, and then supported each other to get up the next moment, standing back to back, holding swords as chests, forming a "seven-cornered golden lotus formation", protecting Xu Qingming in the middle.

Xie Qiushi raised his eyebrows, pointed at Xu Qingming suddenly and asked, "Did he coerce you?"

Xu Qingming said angrily: "Fart!! Hurry up!"

Xie Qiushi snorted softly, walked to the main seat, lifted his clothes and sat down, slapped the table, and the table turned over, and there was a simple and solemn lyre attached to the bottom of the table. The sound of splitting silk, the sound of the zither pierced through his ears like a magic sound, suddenly broke, and fourteen broken strings jumped up like living things in his palm.

Cangshan disciples said "Hey yo" several times, but before they realized that the strings of the piano were already wrapped around their wrists, they couldn't help showing expressions of panic.

"Great monk," Xie Qiushi said with a smile, "you stand in my place, and I'll play the piano for you."

Before Master Miaoyin could respond, his ten fingers were nimble, and he was already picking, twisting and sweeping on the fourteen taut strings.

Master Xie has a five-tone insufficiency, poor piano skills, and deep self-knowledge. When he was in Xiaojinghu, he used to use this hand "Peerless Divine Comedy" to cheer Yan Chicheng. Like ghosts crying and wolves howling, the sound of the master killing a pig is nothing more than that.

As soon as he plucked the strings, the disciples he was leading moved, and the seven-pointed golden lotus formation was pulled into a "slanted formation". Several Cangshan disciples bumped into each other, and they drew their swords to cut the strings in their hands. Before the blade was raised, the strings of the zither twitched violently, and the wrists of several disciples softened, and the sword edge was drawn to other places, cutting off half of the hair of the same sect.

Xie Qiushi was happy to let them shave each other, and he was proud while shaving: "Grand Monk, look at these Cangshan children, they are eager to correct their evil ways, and they are worshiping under your Kaye Temple!"

Xu Qingming's body was also cut many times by the rambling sword point, and he hurriedly covered his ears and shouted sharply: "Abandon the sword! Abandon the sword!!"

All the disciples hurriedly dropped their swords, Xie Qiushi smiled slightly: "I forgot to take care of you, Daoist Xu."

Xu Qingming turned pale with shock, and hurriedly reached out to press his hair. Unexpectedly, his hair was fine, but his face felt a burning pain. The big disciple in front of him suddenly turned around, swung his arms, and gave him a "slap" Big ear scraper!

"Master, Master!" The eldest disciple pressed his uncontrollable right arm, wanting to cry, "No, it's not me!"

Before the words finished, the right hand raised high again, and slapped Xu Qingming's intact left cheek violently, only making his face turn purple.

"Wow..." The eldest disciple almost cried on the spot, Xu Qingming was so angry that he raised his sword to slash him, Xie Qiushi plucked the string, and the two disciples behind him rubbed their bodies and grabbed his shoulders.

"Master! It's not me!!"

"Master! Don't hurt the innocent!"

The eldest disciple Yan Wangye walked forward for a while, and fell limp on the ground. The strings wrapped around his hands were suddenly pulled away, and wrapped around the hands of another disciple, and placed in front of Xu Qingming.

"Master, master, master..." The disciple was so frightened that his legs trembled.

"Daoist Xu interrogated me just now, and the interrogation was very enjoyable." Xie Qiushi said with a smile, pressing his palm on the string, "Now it's my turn to interrogate Daoist Xu."

"How dare you!!" Xu Qingming spat out the blood from his mouth, and just about to yell at him, a slap in the face made his eyes shine.

"I don't like to talk nonsense, just one question." Master Xie rolled up his sleeves and twirled a string, "You are wolf-hearted and stupid like a pig. It doesn't seem like a strategy you, a stupid pig, can come up with—Master Xu, who is hiding behind you? Tell the truth, I will leave your corpse today, so that you will suffer less."

Xu Qingming's face froze, and then cursed: "Nonsense, how could..."

With a movement of Xie Qiushi's fingertips, the Taoist disciple who was bound by the strings slapped Xu Qingming seven or eight times in a row, only his face was swollen like a pig's head.

"Think it out before you talk." Xie Qiushi said with a smile.

Xu Qingming let out a "bah" and before closing his mouth, a heavy blow knocked out one of his molars. He screamed and jumped up, roaring: "Xie Qiushi!! I'll kill you!!" He stretched out his hand Into the arms to explore.

There was a faint stench coming from the end of his nose. Xie Qiushi had a bad secret, so he quickly pulled the string, and the silk thread struck from the disciple's wrist to Xu Qingming's palms, and cut off his left hand like a sharp blade. Xu Qingming wailed, and broke his wrist in an instant Blood flowed everywhere.

Miaoyin clasped his palms together: "Amitabha."

"Master Xie." Su Ye said again, "It's too dirty, let me do these."

Xie Qiushi still shook his head: "Qihe, Qingfeng, retreat!"

Cen Qihe and Fu Qingfeng looked at each other, and at the same time jumped several feet back, several quack warlocks pretending to be Wuling disciples also dispersed, Xu Qingming knelt down on the ground, clutching the bleeding wound, hissing while roaring Strange sound.

The paralyzed Cangshan disciple finally came to his senses this time, and rushed forward to bandage his master's wound, a little flustered in his movements, while apologizing repeatedly, he looked at Xu Qingming's face nervously, his hands shaking like sifting chaff.

Xu Qingming suddenly grabbed his wrist, and he screamed "Wow", the next moment, the left hand that touched the wound began to twist and change, the flesh and blood were twisted tightly and cracked, and half of the white brocade insect grew out of the flesh and blood!

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There will be one more later!