However, it was said that Wang Dabiao and Ma Liu'er, the two servants, had obtained the secret message from Baixian Nunnery, and they did not dare to slack off. Besides, the two of them really couldn't beat Liu Yanchang, so they could only retreat while fighting, all the way to the southwest of Juliu Town.

Because Nanshan is just south of Juliu Town, and Baixian Nunnery is built on it. With the order of the fairy in white, they naturally led Liu Yanchang to the mountain.

"You two dogs stop me, who instructed you to frame me, is it from Baixian Nunnery?" Liu Yanchang followed closely behind the two and shouted loudly. It's a pity that the Divine Talisman ran out when he was on the road, otherwise he wouldn't have let these two servants escape.

Wang Dabiao and Ma Liu'er were frightened when they heard this, where did they dare to reply, and rushed to the back of Nanshan in one go. The two of you chase after me, they are afraid that they will fall behind and die under Liu Yanchang's sword.

Although Liu Yanchang practiced "Nine Changes of the True Dragon", it was not an ordinary martial art, but this kung fu was not known for its light speed, he walked a lot, and every step was seven or eight steps away from ordinary people. Although the speed is not slow, it can only be comparable to Wang Dabiao, and it is difficult to catch up.

After a short time, the two came to the foot of Nanshan Mountain, glanced at each other, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although the two of them are not Liu Yanchang's opponents, one thing is certain, as long as they enter the White Immortal Nunnery, it will not be his turn Liu Yanchang to be presumptuous.

Entering the dense forest of Nanshan, Wang Dabiao and Ma Liu'er ran desperately towards Baixian Nunnery, perhaps because their potential was stimulated by the crisis, they didn't look elegant, but their speed was not slow.

Liu Yanchang was like an undispersed ghost, following them closely, so that they did not dare to pause in the slightest, until the magic power of Fu Qi was exhausted, and then he stopped under a big tree and gasped for breath.

The divine power dissipated, and the two of them immediately changed back to their previous form, the ordinariness frightened them, and the loss of strength made life worse than death. The back door of the White Immortal Nunnery was right in front of them, but it was only ten steps away, but for the two of them, it was like a chasm.

"Why don't you run away?" Liu Yanchang landed abruptly, stopping his progress, and the long sword slashed through the throats of the two of them. Originally, he wanted to kill these two bastards who aided and brutalized the people, but seeing that he had lost the power to resist, he unknowingly lost his interest in killing them.

The two of them felt a trace of cold air flashing in their throats, and they all knelt on the ground, kowtowed like pounding garlic in front of Liu Yanchang, and said with tears in their eyes: "Hero, please spare us! We are old and young, and we need someone to take care of us, please!"

The reason why Liu Yanchang chased all the way was naturally not to kill the two of them, for him, the mastermind behind the scenes was his real goal. Wang Dabiao and Ma Liu'er ran all the way to the Baixian Nunnery, the situation was self-evident, but it was even more different from the two of them.

"Say, who are you caused by, and if you want to live, this is your only chance!"

"Brother, you don't really want to kill the killer, our brothers are also government officials!" Seeing that Liu Yanchang was young, there was still the possibility of activity in his words just now, and the two of them actually took out the posture of a single person, talked about the rivers and lakes, and wanted to pull the tiger skin to pull the banner.

It's just that he underestimated Liu Yanchang too much, although his appearance has not changed at all, but in front of the Yunpan Mountain Temple, he doesn't know how much blood is stained on his hands. The Meteorite Sword in his hand shook, and a sword pierced Wang Dabiao's thigh.

"Don't play tricks with me, because you don't deserve it, hurry up, my patience is limited!"

"If I say it, won't you kill me?" Wang Dabiao was sweating profusely, in pain and fear. Ma Liu'er was even worse, a piece of wet between her legs, and it smelled bad.

Liu Yanchang thought about it for a moment and said, "If you say it, then the girl's life will not be counted on the two of you, and the death penalty will naturally be avoided!" He not only wanted to ask for an explanation for his innocence, but also for the girl who died innocently.

Wang Dabiao is not a hardcore believer in Baixian Nunnery, knowing that there is still room for things to turn around, he immediately prepared to turn back, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out of the mouths of the two.

"Kill people and kill people!" Liu Yanchang was shocked, and when he reached out, he was already out of breath. What kind of person is it, who shot so quickly, and he didn't even see the slightest trace.

"No, this must be some kind of hidden weapon poison arranged in advance, otherwise it can't be so traceless!"

"Crunch!" Suddenly, the gate of the White Immortal Nunnery opened, startling Liu Yanchang.

A woman in purple came out of the door, it was Ziyu, the maid of the fairy in white, Ziyu covered her mouth and chuckled: "Childe, is the slave scared you?"

Liu Yanchang was secretly angry, knowing that the deaths of these two officials must be related to Baixian Nunnery, but there was no evidence but it was not good, and asked, "Who are you?"

Ziyu smiled slightly, beckoned her little hand and said, "Does Childe really want to know?"

Liu Yanchang is not stupid, all the secrets are in the Baixian Nunnery, but this mysterious Baixian Nunnery is no less than the Longtan Tiger's Den. And the White Immortal Nunnery is the same as the White Cloth Gate, both of which are dedicated to the White-clothed Immortal, since the White-clothed Venerable can invite the gods to come up, will this white-clothed fairy be an easy person?

Seeing Liu Yanchang's brows furrowed and hesitating, Ziyu smiled and said, "The slave and maid are also a character, so they won't even dare to enter this small door, right?"

Listening to the ethereal sound of the piano floating from the wall, Liu Yanchang snorted coldly: "Come in, enter it, what's there to be afraid of?"

"That's the best, my wife has been waiting for a long time!" Ziyu made a gesture of please and let Liu Yanchang walk into the nunnery.

The backyard of Baixian Nunnery was deserted, only the green bamboo in the courtyard, but there was no one in sight. In addition to the mottled bamboo shadows all over the ground, there is only the sound of the piano as a companion.

"Who is your wife, can't she be this one who plays the piano?" Liu Yanchang listened to the sound of the piano like flowing water and came over again, there is really a touching beauty in it, which makes people yearn for it.

"Well, my wife's piano sounds good, there are few people in this world who can have such a blessing!" Ziyu continued to walk along the eaves, but it seemed to be getting closer and closer to the source of the piano sound.

"I want to see who is playing the piano?" Liu Yanchang thought unconsciously, he didn't even notice that he had forgotten the purpose of this trip.

Walk through the porch to the small courtyard at the back, which has only one attic. The small building is divided into three floors, and the surrounding green bamboo trees are really delicate and graceful.

Before Ziyu pushed the door open, suddenly the sound of the piano disappeared, and Liu Yanchang was anxious. Unconsciously walked up the stairs, reached out and knocked on the door, and before the knuckles could touch the door, the door opened. In an instant, the eyes were full of colorful light, blurry and dazzling, which was the scene in the room.

Liu Yanchang was confused for a while, strode into the room, and suddenly felt a strange fragrance in his nose, and heard a wonderful sound in his ears. But this time it wasn't the sound of the piano, but the bewitching moans of a woman who couldn't help but boil when you listened to it.