Saying that, this pine and cypress were calm, sitting at the table and holding the tea bowl, only to hear a shout from the disciple behind him, and a bloody sword was found from this corner.

Qingcheng took the saber, looked at Songbai with a sneer, then threw the saber on the table, and said sneeringly: "Didn't you say that there is no murderous blade, how can you explain this?"

Songbai was a little dumbfounded, when he woke up, he couldn't estimate that he would become a murderer, and now that the evidence of this crime is in front, the whole person feels a little dizzy.

"Senior brother, I just woke up, and as soon as I came over and pushed the person at this table, he rolled over and fell to the ground, and then you pushed the door in, how can you be sure that this must be my doing?" Songbai touched the dizzy head, trying to make himself think.

"It's just the two of you in this room, and besides, there are disciples waiting outside this door, even if someone else comes in, they can't see nothing, right?" Qing Cheng waved his hand and sat down next to the table.

I saw that these disciples came over one after another, standing behind Qingcheng, everyone holding swords and steel knives, and glaring at Songbai angrily, as if he had killed someone.

"No, senior brother, think about it again, with my kung fu, even if you are now, there is no way to trap me, and now what my group is concerned about is, where did you get my sunset divine bow and the golden sword to break the sky?

"Well?...... As long as you clear your suspicions, this magic weapon will naturally be returned to you, we saw that you were unconscious, and kept it for you temporarily, as long as it really has nothing to do with you, it will naturally be returned to you. Qingcheng lowered his head and said hesitantly.

Songbai seemed to understand something, so he stood up, looked at the birds flying outside the window, turned around and said, "You have gone to great lengths to get my Sunset Divine Bow, what are you going to do next? Tie me up, throw me in the dark hut, and then take this divine bow for yourself, isn't that so?"

Qing Cheng saw this pine and cypress sneering, so he stood up, retreated a few steps back, and waved his hand: "Give it to me! Blame you for coming to the wrong place, go down to the Yama Palace, and be reincarnated as a human being!"

I saw this disciple wielding his sword and swooping towards the pine and cypress, and everyone surrounded him left and right, forcing him to dodge and retreat towards the window sill.

Song Bai looked at these Taoists, who were nothing more than seventeen or eighteen years old, the same age as himself, and couldn't bear to harm them, plus there was no blade in his hand to resist, so he had to jump up one by one, kick out in a row, kick a few Daoists away, and fly out through the window.

"Chase me! Don't let him run away, he actually dares to slaughter my Dao disciples, and he is afraid of crime and absconds, don't let him go, let me go out to chase!" Qing Cheng waved his sleeves, and after a shout of rage, this disciple waved his sword and chased out of the door.

Seeing that the disciples went out to chase after each other, Qing Cheng looked at the disciples lying on the ground, sighed, and then chased after him with his sword.

In the woods behind the mountain, the birds jumped up and down on the branches, singing happily, and the bees flew among the flowers, busily collecting nectar, and suddenly flickered their wings, and flew to the flowers over there.

The fog had gradually dissipated, and I saw a black shadow in the distance, rolling in the air, and landing on the wild flower, and then leaping forward with a somersault.

I saw the wild flowers and weeds, and then they went to the side with the wind, and the footsteps rushed to the side, and one of them jumped up and went to the tree.

The one who pursued after him was this pine and cypress, and when he saw him stand still, he pricked up his ears and listened quietly, and then ran away under the tree.

"Stop! See where you're going, I'm going to catch you today!" This Qingcheng led the Taoists, and hurriedly chased after him, only to see the black-clothed man on the tree, and hurriedly covered his face with leaves.

Qingcheng ran to the bottom of the tree, and after some looking, he propped up his waist and panted, pointed to the direction of Songbai's escape, waved his sleeves and shouted: "Chase me!" This kid is running very fast, but no matter how you run, you can't escape from the palm of my hand, give me some points, and run back to punish you for copying scriptures!"

Qingcheng commanded his disciples and ran towards the pine and cypress, but he used his sleeve to fan the wind to cool off, and finally simply sat down, looking at the big tree with his back and wiping his sweat.

The man in black above was very anxious, he originally thought that he could go to the grass to relax after avoiding this chase, who would have thought that this Qingcheng sat down and rested, and he didn't plan to leave at all, how could it not make people feel uncomfortable.

"On such a hot day, you are still running with me, you are really good!Don't run, hurry up and take a rest, there will be more important things later!" Qingcheng said while fanning the wind with his sleeve.

I saw something dripping down on the top of his head, Qingcheng stretched out and touched the bun, only felt the dew, and didn't care too much, leaning against the big tree and opening his mouth wide, he suddenly heard the sound of snoring like thunder.

This can make the person on the tree so anxious, keep squeezing the left thigh on the right thigh, rubbing back and forth, only to see the sweat droplets the size of the beans on the forehead, flowing down to the face towel, and suddenly it was soaked with a large pattern, and the green tendons on the forehead jumped up.

The masked creature probably couldn't hold it back, so he had to hold on to the trunk of the tree with one hand, and with the other hand took out something, and the yellow liquid spilled from the top of the tree intermittently.

Qing Cheng opened his mouth wide, and the snoring kept coming, only to see the yellow liquid dripping down, just falling into his mouth, maybe he was dreaming, and his tongue stuck out to taste the salty taste.

Finally, the black-clothed masked man released half of the water, only to see that Qingcheng under the tree was already filled with yellow liquid in his mouth, and if he continued, he would have to choke to death.

Qing Cheng fluttered his hands, and his mouth spit out yellow liquid, only to see him open his eyes in a daze, and reach out to wipe the water droplets all over his face, obviously feeling foul and unpleasant, so he spit out the contents of his mouth to the ground.

"I said why did this suddenly fall into the sea, and my mouth was full of salty seawater, it turned out to be rain dripping from the trees, no! How did I really feel that the taste was wrong, could it be ......?" Qingcheng licked his lips with his tongue and slowly looked up.

The black-clothed masked man was nervous at the moment, his legs were tightly pressed together because of the urge to urinate, and he watched Qingcheng under the tree stand up and gaze towards it.

Qingcheng looked up, only to see that above the top of the tree, there was still the yellow liquid slowly dripping down, so he rubbed his eyes, raised his head again, and looked up at the top of the leafy tree.

The green tree paced back and forth, looking up from time to time, always feeling that something was wrong, but the sunlight was too strong, forcing himself to stare for a few seconds, and then he had to lower his head again.

Qingcheng bent down, picked up the stones on the ground, and then glanced at the top of the tree, and then threw it towards it, directly towards the black-clothed masked man......