As soon as Chang Ming chased him out of the yard, he saw sour fruits scattered all over the ground.

The rattan basket was very familiar, the same as the morning dew mushrooms delivered in the morning.

No one will send things here specially, only Xiaoyun.

Chang Ming frowned slightly, and chased after him.

Although Qixianmen is not big, there are several mountain peaks.

The Linde Peak where they are located belongs to the outskirts of the Outer Sect. They are usually only responsible for the daily supplies of the Outer Sect disciples. There are not many people in terms of basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation. A stick of incense.

In this case, even if other people hear the screams, it will be difficult to arrive in time. After all, the stewards of the outer sect are at most agile, and the skill of flying imperial objects requires high-ranking disciples of the inner sect. to learn.

The screams were getting closer.

Along the way, the weeds on the ground fell to one side following the opponent's whereabouts, and the tips of the leaves were covered with frost.

He scraped off some of the frost.

Now it is far from the season of frost, this seems to be a kind of skill of condensing true energy.

As for which school or sect he belongs to, it is difficult to judge whether it is the Tao, the devil or the Buddha.

Chang Ming didn't delay much, and quickened his pace towards the source of the sound.

"what!--"

The screams stopped abruptly.

So close!

"…Where?"

"I have no idea…"

There were erratic conversations in the night wind.

One side is fierce, and the other side is fearful.

The latter was indeed Xiaoyun's voice.

Chang Ming quickly caught up with him, his fingers moved slightly, and there were already two white symbols on his palm.

The white talisman flitted out, swelled rapidly along with the wind, and turned into two young foxes in an instant, before disappearing into the grass in a blink of an eye.

The next moment, the front screamed!

It didn't sound like a human voice, but more like the scream of a fox being pinched by the throat.

Chang Ming didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately shot a few more paper arrows.

Quietly, the paper arrow never returned, as if swallowed by darkness.

Just like this night, the chaos is blurred and you can't see the direction clearly.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

Clouds and mist roll in disorder, and moon shadows dance in disorder.

Chang Ming's clothes were blown up high, and he felt that what happened in front of him was not simple.

Xiaoyun is likely to be taken away by thieves or even encounter more serious things, but who will suddenly break into the Qixian Gate in the middle of the night and take away an insignificant little handyman?

Is it someone who saw the blood sect?

Or did Xiaoyun break some secret by accident and was hunted down by the people from Qixianmen?

Chaotic thoughts quickly slid through his mind, and Chang Ming's footsteps stopped abruptly.

No one was around.

The wilderness is overgrown with weeds.

This is a relatively flat **** halfway up the mountain.

The flowers are in full bloom in spring, and even female disciples from the outer sect like to come to enjoy the scenery and flowers.

but now-

There is a person lying on the front.

Head on the ground, motionless.

The other party was dressed in white, and the gold thread on the sleeves was faintly shining in the moonlight.

Not Xiaoyun.

Chang Ming didn't rush forward, he looked around, but couldn't find the assailant.

And just at this time, in all directions, from far to near, crowds surged and came one after another.

Almost without giving him any time to react, Jian Guang landed around with a figure in his arms!

Chang Ming's heart sank.

All ominous premonitions instantly become prophecies.

After all, it's been too long since I joined the WTO, so I'm careless.

"It's Uncle Liu!"

"Uncle Liu is over there!"

Someone rushed forward and helped the man in white up.

Changming has never met Liu Xiaoyu, but judging from the other person's appearance and the reactions of the people around him, this is indeed a "Jade Gentleman" with a bright future in Qixian Sect.

The originally high-spirited disciple of the head of the sect, the future hope of the Qixian sect, is being turned limply at this moment.

His face was like gold paper, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"Master, Brother Liu's limbs and feet are all broken!"

"Uncle Liu, he, he's out of breath!"

All directions, with scorching eyes, all fell on Chang Ming.

He didn't think about running away—it was too late to run away now—his front, back, left, and right sides were still firmly blocked, leaving no gaps.

Exploring and guarding against hostility is like densely packed needles, stabbing Changming.

"Get out of the way!"

The head of the Qixian Sect came out in front of Liu Xiaoyu with a heavy expression.

Bending down to take a breath, he hung his hand above the opponent's forehead without giving up.

A faint blue light flowed into Liu Xiaoyu's body from the palm of his hand.

Changming knew that this was a kind of soul-seeking technique.

When a person dies, the soul has not yet completely left the body. If it can be summoned, you can know the situation before you were alive with a little questioning.

But he searched for a long time, like fishing in an empty basin for a long time, but found nothing.

This shows that Liu Xiaoyu is completely dead.

Even the soul has been separated from the body long ago, and its whereabouts are unknown. It may be snatched away by people, or it may dissipate between heaven and earth.

A long time ago, some disciples dispersed and searched for abnormalities.

Chang Ming was surrounded in the middle, facing the net of heaven and earth, there was nowhere to escape.

He knew very well that if it wasn't for the other party who still wanted to ask something from him, he might be torn to pieces by the anger of everyone in the Qixian Sect.

"I'm not a murderer."

Before they questioned, Chang Ming spoke first.

"I'm a handyman outside the door, working under Chef He's hands. I just heard something strange outside the door, so I chased it out to check."

"My spiritual veins are damaged, and I have no cultivation base. I can't kill Master Liu. If you don't believe me, you can check it."

He took the initiative to stretch out a section of his wrist.

The headmaster glanced to the side with a cold face, and immediately someone came out and squeezed his hand.

The opponent's actions were rough, Chang Ming didn't take it seriously, closed his eyes slightly, and let the opponent observe.

"Master."

The man shook his head at the head.

The meaning is obvious, he thinks that Chang Ming is indeed incapable of doing such a thing.

No matter who Liu Xiaoyu is, even if he is not well-known outside and has not entered the court, he is still at the level of an intermediate master.

Being able to kill a middle-level expert is obviously not something that this sick man with no spiritual power can do.

Zhang Qin's face sank like water.

As much as he had placed high hopes on Liu Xiaoyu, he felt so sad at this moment.

First, seeing the Blood Sect came to ask for someone, Liu Xiaoyu was defeated by the envoy of the Blood Sect, and then Liu Xiaoyu was killed again.

People were still killed on their own territory, if it spread, how could the Qixian Sect gain a foothold?

Hundreds of years of foundation, I am afraid that it will decline overnight!

He resisted the urge to pinch Changming's neck.

The man couldn't die, he probably saw something.

Zhang Qin bit her cheek and tried her best to control her emotions.

"what's your name?"

"Chang Ming, work under Chef He."

"Go and bring Lao He." Zhang Qin ordered his disciples to continue interrogating him personally. "What did you just see?"

Changming: "A child named Xiaoyun from the outer gate came to give me things. I heard noises outside, but I only saw things when I went out. I didn't see Xiaoyun, and I heard the movement from a distance, so I chased him out. The result was Came here."

In Zhang Qin's view, it was the biggest doubt that an outside cook could face so many master monks calmly and respond in an orderly manner.

Chang Ming also understood very well.

But he had a hard time pretending to be nervous and scared.

He needs time to sort out the cause and effect of this matter.

The outer disciples and Chef He were quickly brought over.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Liu Xiyu's body.

When Chef He saw Chang Ming, he blurted out: "Why are you here!"

Zhang Qin: "Do you know him?"

Chef He hurriedly said: "I know him! He is my new helper, he helps out on weekdays, he works very hard, and he has a good sense of cooking!"

At this moment, if he changed people, he would have wished to put aside the relationship, but he was still willing to speak for Chang Ming.

The disciples in the sect have finished their inquiries one after another and came back to report.

"Master, I have asked them all over, and there is not a handyman named Xiaoyun in the outer sect!"

Chang Ming saw that among the people being questioned were some outer disciples who had bullied Xiao Yun that day, he pointed to those people and said, "That day I saw Xiao Yun being bullied by them, so I knew this kid. "

Several people were pulled over immediately, and when they heard the name Xiaoyun, they all showed inexplicable doubts, saying that they had never seen a person named Xiaoyun before.

"I asked. Among the ages you mentioned, there are only two children in charge of the outer sect, and one outer disciple who is new this year, but none of their names have the word cloud in them."

The disciple who was in charge of the questioning was very meticulous and brought all three of them here.

Seeing the faces of the three of them, Chang Ming had already fully understood.

He fell into an inning.

Maybe Xiaoyun never existed, maybe it was an illusion that only he could see.

No matter what the situation is, when Xiaoyun appeared in front of him in the shape of a young Yun Weisi, this game was set up for him.

Who set up this bureau, and what is the purpose?

Some of the four apprentices who had betrayed the teacher turned against each other, and some hated him to the bone. It is not impossible for them to do such a thing.

But in their eyes, Jiufang Changming was already a dead person, how did others find this place?

Even if this bureau is set up, what benefits can be gained?

Just to let him be framed and fall into the embarrassing situation at this moment?

"What else do you have to say!"

Zhang Qin was full of anger, and reached out to grab Chang Ming's neck.

With this grasp, the fingers faintly carried the breath of thunder and fire, and the scorching air wave rushed towards the face before the person arrived.

Although Zhang Qin may not be ranked among the top 100 masters in the world, he is the master of a faction after all, and his skill cannot be underestimated. However, this palm of wind and thunder is better than everyone Chang Ming has seen since he re-entered the world. !

In the blink of an eye, the fingertips burned his skin with red marks.

Chang Ming was able to see the opponent's movements clearly, and he could also find out the details of the opponent, but now his body with no spiritual power could not keep up with the reaction, so he could only watch Zhang Qin's hand so close.

Death is unavoidable, but it is inevitable to suffer and peel off the skin.

Chang Ming frowned slightly, he had a way to dodge this blow, but it would reveal that he was good at the art of controlling things, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he would not be able to wash it off.

Just at this moment, a piece of soft satin stretched out without a sound.

Like a beautiful woman, soft and weak, but tightly wrapped around Zhang Qin's hand.

The bell is accompanied by a melodious female voice, from far to near.

"You are willing to hurt such a good-looking man, do you still have humanity?"

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