The white horse gallops, accompanied by the spring breeze, and you can reach Qingcheng in one day.

Cheng Qichuan took the white horse aside, straightened his clothes, and stepped on the bluestone slab.

Everything is so familiar, Cheng Qichuan strolls leisurely and enjoys the scenery in front of him. Everything is familiar, but I haven't been home for a long time, and I'm just in a trance.

"Eldest Prince, you're back!" A shout was heard not far away.

Hearing this, Cheng Qichuan raised his eyes and saw a thin plain-clothed Taoist boy walking towards him.

"Childe, you're back!" Xiaodao Tong Miao Yi ran to Cheng Qichuan with an excited face.

"Qingcheng is my home, and my family lives in Qingcheng Mountain. But after going out for a few days, what's so strange about returning now? Cheng Qichuan rubbed Miao Yi's head.

"Not strange!" Miao Yi's face was a little strange, but he still pretended to be right: "It's not strange for the son to return, but Poor Dao is surprised and strange." ”

Seeing Miao Yi's appearance, although Cheng Qichuan had doubts, it was not enough to worry about his teeth, but he knocked Miao Yi's head with two phalanges: "Why does Xiaodao Tong still claim to be poor?" ”

"Alas, son, it hurts!" Miao Yi rubbed his head that was knocked, "We learn the Tao, no matter how big or small, we can call ourselves poor, although it is a little pretending to be a little spirited, but I am also twelve!" ”

Listening to Xiao Douding's words in front of him, Cheng Qichuan smiled and rubbed Miao Yi's head, "Xiao Dao Tong is Xiao Dao Tong, Xiao Yi is my younger brother no matter what." I don't even call the poor, how can you get ahead of me? ”

"Alas, I know, brother!" Miao Yi said reluctantly.

This Miao Yi was originally a child of a rural family in Rongcheng under the mountain, and a few years ago he met the gun saint Mo Zhanqiu. Seeing that his qualifications were good, he accepted him as a disciple. Mo Zhanqiu had no wife and no children, and suddenly there was a little bean ding by his side, so he regarded Miao Yi as his own son.

"Where's the head?"

"I don't know, it should be in the main church!" Miao Yi pointed to the main church on the mountainside.

"Okay, you can go about your business! I'll play with you another day. Cheng Qichuan waved his hand, and then walked leisurely to the main hall on the mountainside.

"Okay brother!" Miao Yi also waved his hand, and walked in reverse, humming a song on his lips: "The master asked me to come to patrol the mountain..."

Walking along the bluestone slab, you can see the main hall of Qingcheng, the main hall is a simple small temple, not spacious or narrow, and the eaves are covered with moss. The old mahogany pillars seem to tell the world about his nearly 1,000-year-old history. Everything is so ordinary, but it never loses that majestic temperament.

At this moment, there were three people sitting around in the center of the hall. The faces of the three of them were solemn, they were the three saints of sword, text, and spear among the four saints of Qingcheng. And there were four Taoist priests guarding outside the door, and their faces were also very dignified.

Cheng Qichuan walked all the way along the bluestone slab to the front of the main hall of Qingcheng, and saluted respectfully to the four, "Dao Chief!" Can I get in? ”

"The head has an order, and idle people are not allowed to enter!"

Cheng Qichuan nodded, and then asked, "What are the four saints talking about inside?" ”

"Childe, please go back." The Taoist priest waved his hand to drive Cheng Qichuan away.

"Then when the head comes out, please report it!" When the words fell, Cheng Qichuan turned his head and left.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, and took out a three-inch small sword from his arms, which was a shrunken Luo Shen Sword, and it would turn back into a single sword when he used the second form of the Blood Lotus Demon Skill.

He held the Luo Shen sword three times, and thought of something in his heart, "The noble Huang Sanlang that Sister Luo said won't bluff me, right?" I'm waiting for me up there, but I don't see anyone..."

Cheng Qichuan raised his eyes and looked around, this is when he found out that he had walked to the forest where the two corpses of Qianlong Hall had been found. At this time, there were no dead bodies in the woods, no one was silent, and even the silence was a little scary.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There was no wind at the moment, but the branches on the side shook uncontrollably. Cheng Qichuan was keenly aware of this, so he quickly squatted down, picked up a broken stone on the ground, and threw it at the branch, and the stone slashed straight over like a dart.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The stone hit the branch, and the branch shook violently.

"Am I looking away?" Cheng Qichuan shook his head and walked forward.

At this moment, a fierce wind came from all directions, accompanied by a sentence: "Carving insect skills!" "It's also coming from all directions.

"Who are you, and what are your intentions? Cheng Qichuan clenched his fists and looked around vigilantly.

"You don't need to care who I am, you just need to know that I won't hurt you." Voices came from all directions again.

"As soon as I heard the voice, I knew it was an old man, why don't you hurry up if you have something? What is unfathomable? ”

"Qingcheng Sect Sword Saint, your third uncle Huanglong, is dead!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves! The moment he heard the words, Cheng Qichuan's heart suddenly stopped, his body couldn't help trembling, and he came to his senses after a while, "What nonsense, my third uncle is quite upright, the best man in the world, how could he die?" ”

"If you don't believe me, go to the main church and eavesdrop!" The branch on the side of the word shook a few more times, and then a dark shadow flew out. The black shadow was extremely fast, and disappeared without a trace almost in an instant.

Cheng Qichuan was stunned in place, he suddenly remembered Miao Yi's abnormal behavior, and thought of an old Taoist priest who died when he left Mianzhou, could it be that this old Taoist priest who died was Huanglong?

Thinking of this, Cheng Qichuan took a big step and rushed forward. It wasn't until near the main church that he lay on a few reeds. He had a large number of those four Taoist priests, and he would never let himself in with these four Taoist priests.

Suddenly he remembered that there was a cliff on the back of the main hall, and there was absolutely no one to guard it. As long as you put your ear to the wall, you should be able to hear a rough idea.

Just go.

Cheng Qichuan went around the back, and as expected, the back of the main hall was a hundred-zhang cliff, and no one was guarding here. He rose up in large numbers to the back of the main hall, behind which a window was closed. There were still three or four places exposed from the windowsill, and under the windowsill, there was a raised rock, enough for him to stand on.

But that's a cliff!

Cheng Qichuan didn't dare to look down, holding his breath and kicking his feet, he was about to jump on the rock. Just as his toes touched the rock, his feet were slid by moss!

Cheng Qichuan secretly felt that something was wrong, raised his eyes to come up with an idea, and then reached out and firmly grasped the exposed windowsill, so that he could not fall down. Then he exhaled with his upper arms and feet on the rocks.

"It's so dangerous, I almost died!" Cheng Qichuan sighed secretly in his heart, and glanced at the Baizhang cliff below him with his residual vision.

Relieved, he leaned his head against the wall and listened carefully.

"Lao Huang was killed by the Eight Patriarchs of the Southern Barbarians, and the disciples sent there didn't find the corpses, or should I go in person?" This is Mo Zhanqiu's voice.