However, the old man in Tsing Yi who witnessed all this only frowned slightly, and did not make any reaction, let alone rescue this beloved disciple who was once the left arm and right arm, in his opinion, he has obtained the ice soul spirit that makes the heroes of the rivers and lakes rush to it, and the position of the great master of the Qingxuan Sword Sect is also at his fingertips, Tong Qingyao has long been a useless chess piece for him, but there is something to discard, moreover, he can't tolerate the news of the ice soul, and even the second person knows about tonight's events, so as not to fall into the hands of others in the future, only the dead can't speak, and only the dead can make him feel at ease。

The plain-robed boy snatched the long sword in the hand of the corpse in the green shirt, and held the weak purple cloth in one hand, with a cold expression.

Bai Yun's eyebrows were horizontal, and the sword of the god pointed directly at the old man in Tsing Yi, and the cuts of different sizes on the robe were lined up one after another, and the blood was mottled, but for this disciple of Ji Xia, it seemed that it was just an itch of flesh and skin.

The old man in Tsing Yi flicked the Buddha beads with his thumb, his eyes fell to the white clouds with a new look, and he swept the young man from head to toe who was like King Kong and was not bad, and said in a little surprise: "That girl in purple is like a fake purple mansion realm, but she can't bear the old decay seven successes, and you are just a doll who is not enough to mention in the string realm, but you are safe and sound." ”

The old Confucian approached step by step, raised his head and said, "Could it be that this is the power of the Ice Soul?"

"No wonder this bead in my hand is as quiet as a dead thing, it turns out that the ice soul has long been parasitic in your body. Liu Wei's hand suddenly closed the Buddha beads, and the relics of the gray-clothed old monk instantly gave birth to a flash of fire, and then turned into black charcoal ashes, and

Raise your hand and spill the embers into the air.

Bai Yun's eyes suddenly turned red, and he desperately pounced on the old man in Tsing Yi.

Liu Wei grinned, his robe stirring without wind.

The road is one foot high, and a mouthful of hot blood surged up Bai Yun's throat, and then the whole person flew out upside down, slamming into the ground and smashing it

Out of a half-man-high mud pit.

Bai Yun was like a withered lotus slumped in the mud, scarlet blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, he wanted to struggle to get up from the mud pit, but his whole body did not obey.

The old man in Tsing Yi completely ignored the wounded master and servant, and he walked leisurely to the mud pit and looked down at the mountain

The ant that was insignificant in his eyes was still alive.

"The power of the Ice Soul doesn't seem to be more than Er'er, or is it that with your talent and Huigen, you can't comprehend the mystery at all?

Anyway, the Ice Soul has taken root in your body, and there is probably no one other than you who can use the power of the Ice Soul to make waves, which is actually a blessing. ”

"It's just ... The murderous intent that burst out from the old Confucian in Tsing Yi was like a great river: "It's just that since you have the signs of becoming a demon, the old man will definitely not let you become the second Mu Changsheng, nor will he add bricks and tiles to the roadblocks that hinder the progress of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, let alone let another demon have a chance to break out of the cocoon." ”

The old Confucian slowly raised a palm, and immediately pulled up countless qi engines, and said coldly: "If you can't get something, then let it go with the wind." ”

There were dark clouds covering the moonlight, and everything in the mountain stream suddenly condensed, and there was no trace of silence

The original sound of wind and insects suddenly disappeared, and only a trace of residual breath could be heard in the air with the smell of blood.

The plain-robed boy looked pale, knowing that he could not do anything, he closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't bear to look at the next scene.

On the line of life and death, I suddenly heard the sound of the piano into the forest, undulating, like a breeze and a bright moon gently stroking my heart.

Towering trees like mountains, a song of breeze and bright moon shine on the hills.

The sound of the piano is like a breeze entering the forest and disappearing, leaving only layers of ripples, and like the bright moon as the headshot, reflecting the people's dreams and souls in a trance.

The plain-robed boy boldly opened his eyes, closed the moon and didn't know when the silver glow would reappear.

A bright moon fills the forest, the sound of the piano gradually high-pitched and gradually whispered, as if whispering and tactful, the scenery of the mountains and flowing water is in the ear, and there is no one who caress the qin.

The sound of the piano enters the ears, and the veins of the foundation of the great Wuwei floating life are like a lotus pond after the rain, and small lotus tips have sprung up like mushrooms after the rain, and the white clouds are almost fragmented and the heart veins are like being reborn, and the injuries are healing rapidly.

Bai Yun's consciousness became more and more sober, but his thoughts were erratic, how could the rhythm of this song be so familiar? It seemed to be familiar, and his brain was flashing, and he had heard this song on Jiangnan Road.

The old Confucian Liu Wei in Tsing Yi was shocked, his face changed greatly, it was probably caused by external forces and it was probably the deliberate action of the Fuqin people, and the Haoran Qi accumulated in his palm was scattered at this moment.

The music never stopped, getting closer and closer.

Behind the shadow of the tree came a figure with white hair.

The old man in Tsing Yi seemed to be aware of it, and pressed down silently, glanced at the palm of the hand where the qi dissipated, slightly constricted his palm, and there was a faint trace of darkness in his eyes.

The white-haired figure walked out from behind the shade of the tree, the brows of the plain-robed boy stretched greatly, and he was frightened and only heard the sound of the song but couldn't remember the name of the song, this time he finally remembered it, the white-haired old man's song was the breeze and bright moon that moved the rivers and lakes, and this white-haired old man with a mediocre appearance and no difference from the old man next door was Xiao Qinghuai, the master of the Qingxuan Sword Sect and the head of Xiao Qinghuai.

Although Xiao Qinghuai is old and thin, his waist is as straight as Gu Song, not angry and mighty, holding the piano in one hand and plucking the strings in the other.

The rhyme of the piano is like coming from the sky, and the sound of the waterfall is simply a match made in heaven.

When the old man with the hair completely walked under the moonlight, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The old man in Tsing Yi eased his expression, arched his hand to the white-haired old man holding an ink-colored guqin, and then moved his gaze to Bai Yun, who was paralyzed on the ground, and stretched out his hand to accuse: " Senior brother, you came just in time, this disciple of Jixia and the pair of masters and servants of unknown origin, colluded with Muru Temple to frame my decent disciples, after the incident in the east window, these three people fled in panic, I chased all the way to here, fortunately, these three people are not high and were subdued by me one by one, and now the decent disciples on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping are in a battle to the death, and please go to help quickly, and leave the rest here to me, I will definitely try out a fact, and each disciple will explain. ”

Xiao Qinghuai, who has a string and a head, and a guqin, has a reputation for breaking his heart, looked down at the young man who never left his hand with the jet-black wooden sword, and then looked at the plain robe dyed purple and bloody

The master and servant of the clothes gently put down the guqin, which has a rather charming name, deciduous mandrill.

The head of the deciduous mandrill landed on the ground and fell into the mud for half an inch, but the head of Xiao, who had always been known for cherishing the qin, did not have the slightest heartache, and he did not even frown.

Carefully checked, this guqin luster but not lose color, the moonlight sprinkled on the body is particularly obvious, the carving of the body is meticulous and brilliant, the head of the piano is a lifelike green sheep's head, but it is a pity that the front has been submerged into the mud and only two curved horns, not to mention vocal music like Xiao Qinghuai, even if it is a new person who has just entered the threshold of vocal music, he is reluctant to spoil such a unique guqin.

Master Xiao slowly stroked the sound of the ink-colored guqin, and his eyes fell on the corpse not far from the master and servant, and his eyes were blurred and he did not respond to Tsing Yi's passionate words.

At this time, Bai Yun struggled to get up from the soft and slippery mud pit, and the whole action seemed to be difficult but was actually completed in one go.

The eyebrows of the old man in Tsing Yi became more and more compact, almost connected into a black arc, and he was shocked by this muddy young man.

Even the head of Xiao Da, who was in charge of Fuqin, couldn't help but glance at Bai Yun more, there seemed to be a vague light hidden in his eyes, and between the words of the old man in Tsing Yi, Bai Yun learned that the white-haired old man was the dragon head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, Xiao Qinghuai, the head of Xiao Da, was like grabbing a life-saving straw in the wind and waves.

"Xiao's senior, the junior is Bai Yun, a disciple of Jixia Mountain, on the way to the south of the Yangtze River to the Muru Temple meeting, I learned that Liu Wei of the Qingxuan Sword Sect had colluded with the Tianlong Society to frame the disciples of the Five Great Sects, in order to take the position of the head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect. Bai Yun shook his hands on the ground and gasped loudly: "Master Xiao, what should I do?"

The old man in Tsing Yi snorted heavily, glared angrily and retorted: "Okay, you Tianlong will be a spy, but the wicked person will sue first, and when all the dust settles, see how you still quibble." ”

The deciduous mandrill entered the ground an inch, and the head of Xiao Da was always silent.

In addition, Liu Weiji also intended to wash Muru Temple in blood, blame all the crimes on the top of Jixia Mountain, and make a deal with the Tianlong Society to help the Tianlong Society regain its appearance. Bai Yun's tone became more and more high-pitched.

Deciduous mandrills sink two inches into the ground.

After a while, Xiao Da Boss slowly approached the two of them with a hug of the qin.

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at the white-haired Xiao Qinghuai approaching, his palm quietly turned into a claw, and the qi swelled like a tide in an instant, and the undercurrent of the qi machine surged, making the messy hair on Bai Yun's temples faintly jump.

The head of Xiao Da held the piano in one hand and a jasper token in the other, looking like the head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect: "The ancestors of the Qingxuan Sword Sect are above, Liu Wei has colluded with the Tianlong Society to lose all his conscience, and today Xiao Qinghuai cleared the door for the Qingxuan Sword Sect." ”

"Collusion with the Draco Society. Master Xiao's face changed suddenly, and he said solemnly: "Kill!"

The wrinkled fingers of the white-haired old man caressed the strings, and in an instant, a qi machine slashed out like a sword.

Well, in the snap of a finger, this knife penetrated the long sleeves of the old man in Tsing Yi.

In an instant, the qi pulled by the old man in Tsing Yi suddenly disappeared, and the sword was scattered

After the loss, I saw Lao Ru choking his wrist, his lips trembling slightly, and his expression was very ugly.

"Booby trapping and killing decent disciples, trying to do wrong, and seeking the position of the head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect. The white-haired old man raised his head slightly, looked at the old man in Tsing Yi with a blank look, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder: "Kill!"

Before the words fell, his fingers bent and flicked, and another sword qi flew out of the string.

This sword qi violently wiped over the old Ru's knees, and Tsing Yi was pulled out of a wide opening in an instant, scarlet blood spilled out, and the flesh and blood on the old Ru's knees were blurred, and he knelt down towards the white clouds with a puff.

(End of chapter)