Central Boundary, Ziyun Mountain.

In the middle of the night, two disciples dressed in moon-white long clothes were listlessly guarding the door of the mourning hall. The two of them had been on guard for three days in a row, and during the day the elders would come to perform the autopsy, so they did not dare to relax, and only dared to be lazy at night.

"You said that this elder has been conducting an autopsy for so many days, and he still can't find a result, and if it goes on like this, the corpse will stink!"

"I secretly listened to the conversation of the elders, and said that I found something strange about the corpse of the crown prince of Yiguo. ”

"What's weird!" The disciple said with a disdainful expression, "I have long felt that this Yu Shiheng is full of fat flesh and is still a fool, how do you look at it, it doesn't look like it will be ranked in the top fifty of the martial arts list, you don't see it, he was slapped to death by Han Shaokun, the eldest young master of the Han Mansion, with one palm!"

"Oh! That's not what I'm talking about," the other disciple said and lowered his voice, motioning for the other to lean over, and whispered, "I eavesdropped on what the elder meant, as if to say, this is a world-wide language, he is not human!"

The disciple was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and reacted for a long time before asking, "Isn't Elder Mo scolding him?"

"Oh no! Seems to mean he's really not ......."

"What are you two muttering?" Wu Qianyi suddenly walked up to the two of them, and hugged the two disciples in fright with a white suit.

"What are you shouting!" Wu Qianyi scolded sharply.

"Senior Sister Qianyi?" the two turned their heads and looked at her in surprise and saluted in unison.

Wu Qianyi raised the silver token in his hand and said to them, "I am ordered by the Great Elder to remove this corpse elsewhere!"

"Dare to ask Senior Sister, which Great Elder is it and where is he going?"

"The order of the Holy Heavenly Maiden, moved to the Qingyue Hall in the back mountain. ”

The two disciples looked at each other after hearing this, the Comfort Hall and the Qingyue Hall were both places where the deceased were temporarily placed in Ziyun Mountain, as for where to place the deceased, there was actually no essential difference, but from the Comfort Hall to the Qingyue Hall, they had to cross the rugged back mountain, and the road was far away and very troublesome.

Although the two disciples didn't know the reason, they didn't dare to offend the senior sister, so they had to take out half of the white jade key from each of them, and then, with their palms facing each other, they used their internal force to combine the keys into one and open the door of the mourning hall.

Wu Qianyi walked in with four disciples in frost-colored robes behind him, and the four of them carried Yu Shiheng's body to the carriage at the entrance of the mourning hall.

It was gradually raining heavily, and the carriage was driving on the rugged and muddy mountain road, and the two disciples driving the horse did their best to drive the horse pulling the cart, while Wu Qianyi and the other two disciples sat on the crossbars on both sides of the cart, and the corpses lay sideways among them, almost occupying the entire cart.

The rain soaked Wu Qianyi's clothes and drenched her hair, but her face was solemn as if she was preoccupied—she thought of her master suddenly writing to herself, asking her to quickly take the token and transport the body from the mourning hall to the Qingyue Hall, but he didn't tell her the reason. This made her puzzled, Yu Shiheng's body is now in the autopsy period, it stands to reason that it is not allowed to move, and the Qingyue Hall is located in a remote location and has not been used for a long time, so it is not as safe as the mourning hall in terms of security and confidentiality......

Just as they were thinking, suddenly a white sword shadow slashed straight down towards them.

"Be careful!" Wu Qianyi jumped into the air to dodge the attack, and when he looked back, he saw that the carriage and the corpse had been split in half by the sword light.

"Who is it!" she pulled out her jade white sword and looked around vigilantly, but she couldn't sense any breath because of the rain.

"Senior sister, be careful!" a disciple behind her suddenly shouted to her.

Wu Qianyi leaned over to dodge the white sword light that slashed horizontally, but heard the screams of several disciples behind him. When she turned around, she saw that the four of them had fallen to the ground one by one, and Yu Shiheng's corpse suddenly lit up with a strange cyan fire, burning in the heavy rain. The last disciple to fall ignited the Twilight cigarette in his hand at the last moment, releasing a signal for help.

Wu Qianyi suddenly realized that the strength of the other party was beyond his reach, but looking at the junior brother who was brutally killed, the anger in his heart was already irrepressible.

At this time, she suddenly felt a fierce aura behind her rapidly approaching her, carrying a vicious killing intent.

"That's going to ...... you die," the last thing that came to her mind.

Suddenly, she reversed the blade of the jade silk white sword in her hand and stabbed it deep and diagonally upwards into her body until the hilt of the sword was close to her body. The slender body of the Jade Silk Sword pierced out of her body, but it stabbed into the chest of the person behind her.

The two of them stood in mid-air, time seemed to stand still, she vaguely felt the faint and rhythmic tremor of the sword, it must have pierced the man's heart, she heard the man's mouth open as if he was going to say something, but no matter what he had to say, it was all over.

Wu Qianyi closed her eyes, and suddenly pulled out the sword from her body with force, blood splashed down from the air, and she heard the sound of the person's body falling straight to the ground, and gradually closed her eyes......

In the confusion, she heard a chaotic noise in her ears, and in the haze, she seemed to see the figure of the master again......

Fifteen years ago, the Wu family went bankrupt, and she was abandoned by her parents at the foot of Ziyun Mountain, and it was the master who brought her back to Ziyun Mountain and took her as an apprentice.

Master is the apprentice of the old sect master, and at that time she had a very nice name, called Shenchen, and Wu Qianyi's senior brothers and sisters affectionately called her Senior Sister Chen'er in private. In her memory, when she was a child, Master had beautiful long silver hair, golden pupils like stars, white skin like snow, two shallow lovely dimples on her cheeks when she smiled, and her voice was always as light as a silver bell.

Master has become the great elder of Ziyun Mountain before she is thirty years old, but she is not proud of it, she treats every disciple like a brother and sister, she treats them equally, whenever the disciples make mistakes, she will not punish them in vain, but will help them correct their mistakes like a big sister, she is not only enthusiastic to teach them martial arts, but also listen to them when they are sad to tell their hearts. At that time, everyone in Ziyun Mountain liked Master, and she was also recognized as a goddess in everyone's minds.

In Wu Qianyi's impression, the master always had a warm smile on her face, and often warned her: practicing martial arts is not only to make yourself strong, but also to have the ability to help others and treat everyone well.

For so many years, Master's words have always lingered in her ears and accompanied her, and Master is the closest and most inseparable person in this world......

"Senior Sister Qianyi, Senior Sister Qianyi......" A childish but worried voice sounded in her ears, Wu Qianyi opened her eyes slightly, and saw the reddish-brown haired little girl in front of her. It was Mu Zixin, her little hands were holding her hands tightly, and her eyes were a little red and swollen......

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