Zhuluer collected the dagger, and then stepped forward to drag the colorful tiger, the tiger was indeed very heavy, three or four hundred catties, Zhuluer and Xingchen worked together to drag the tiger.

Zhulu'er smiled and said: "We can call it a day today, this old cat, if it is marinated into bacon, it will be for us to eat for ten days and half a month!"

Xingchen and Zhuluer dragged the tiger to walk, not wanting to be halfway through, the turbid blood in the tiger's belly gushed out, splashed the blood of Xingchen's hand, the smell was unpleasant, Xingchen pulled a handful of dry grass, wiped the turbid blood on his hands, but could not wipe it clean, the Zhulu said: "At the west end of this forest, there is a crystal clear stream, you can go there to wash it!"

Xingchen listened to the words of the deer, walked to the stream alone, and could hear the sound of flowing water in the distance, Xingchen took a closer look, and it was indeed a stream as silver as a streamer, clear and visible, in this fairy forest, and there was no pollution.

Xingchen washed away the turbid blood on his hands, and the stream was dyed blood-red, but it was soon diluted by the clear stream flowing from above, and the water surface returned to its previous clarity and transparency.

Just when Xingchen poured the water on his face, he found that the birds in the forest in front of him were fluttering, and then he flapped his wings and flew away, Xingchen felt that something was wrong, but he didn't care, because there were snakes and pythons entangled in the trees from time to time in the mountain forest, and wolves and foxes walked in groups, a little movement, which was too normal.

Xingchen lowered his head again to look at the stream, but found that there was something different in the stream, the stream was red, and it was getting redter and redder, the blood he washed just now had been washed away, where did this blood come from?

There were not only blood streaks in the stream, but sometimes large blood clots and blood foam, but it was soon diluted by the stream, and in the stream there were cobblestones of all colors, and in the cobblestones, a corpse was found.

The corpse was facing the water, wearing a set of clothes that Xingchen felt familiar, and judging from the costume, it should be a man.

"Ah!", when Xingchen turned over the corpse, he was startled, it turned out that this person was none other than Yu Yan, who had met a few days ago. I saw that Yu Yan's eyes were round, and the sword in his hand wiped his neck, but it was obvious that this was not a suicide, but an illusion of the scene deliberately created by the murderer.

It stands to reason that Yu Yan is alive and well, and there is no reason to commit suicide, wake up and look at the sword wound, it is clearly a sword that is made up after death, and the blood will not splash, but there is no blood on his clothes, this corpse is hot, it seems that he has just died, but the Yuan Shen is no longer in the body, to save him, there is no way.

At this time, Zhulu'er saw that Xingchen didn't go back to help him for a long time, so he ran to the stream to see Xingchen, and he was shocked to see the body of Yuyan, who was his senior brother, and they used to be very familiar with each other.

"Brother Xingchen, do you have a grudge against this Yuyan, why do you want to kill him?" asked Zhulu'er, although Yuyan was expelled from the division, Zhulu'er didn't want to see him die.

This murder is not a trivial matter, and it cannot be framed indiscriminately, Xingchen hurriedly explained: "I didn't kill him! When I came, he was already dead, I don't know who caused the killer, but I concluded that he definitely didn't commit suicide." ”

Na Zhulu'er was suspicious of Xingchen's words, and searched up and down the body of Yu Yan, but found no clues, so he said to Xingchen: "Let's go back, tell the Xiaoyao Patriarch about this matter, and let him deal with this matter!"

Xingchen insisted on burying Yu Yan's body, and set up a stone for him to make a mark, and the two dragged the prey they had brought before down the mountain.

After the two returned to the Jingmoss Temple, the deer told the Xiaoyao patriarch about the murder of Yuyan and his death in the stream, and the Xiaoyao patriarch was meditating in the room, and as soon as he heard about it, he immediately collected the exercises, got up and said: "You said that Yuyan was killed, but is it really true?"

Zhulu'er arched his hand and said: "Brother Xingchen and I saw it with our own eyes, there is nothing false, it is still Brother Xingchen who buried Yuyan's body with his own hands!"

Patriarch Xiaoyao paced back and forth in the room and asked, "Can you find some clues on that Yuyan's body?"

"The disciple has searched him, and there is nothing but a sword!" replied the deer honestly.

"Oh?" the Patriarch glanced at him with his eyes, as if he didn't quite believe his words, and said, "Where is his body buried now, I will go and examine it myself to find out the cause of death!"

Xingchen and Zhulu'er told the place where Yuyan was buried to the Xiaoyao Patriarch, and the Xiaoyao Patriarch carried the sword and went up the mountain alone.

......

Let's say that outside this pure moss temple, there are more than a dozen disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect in front of the corridor, patrolling as usual, after noon, the weather is hotter, and some disciples open their robes and begin to sit on the stone bench next to them to enjoy the coolness.

They have been patrolling outside the gate of this Pure Moss Temple for several months, and nothing has happened, in the past, this Pure Moss Temple, there is no need for people to patrol at all, but in recent months, the Patriarch of Xiaoyao said that he should strengthen his vigilance, so he ordered this group of disciples to come out to patrol.

This group of disciples is also really bored, some two are playing chess in a bunch, and some three are in a group, shouting and boxing.

Suddenly, they found that the chessboard had turned white, and the ground around them had also turned white, and all the disciples were very surprised, and one disciple pointed to the sky and said, "Look, there are two suns in the sky!"

The disciples looked up and saw that there were indeed two suns in the sky, which was really a rare thing that was rarely seen in the ages.

At this time, another disciple shouted, "Look, the sun next to me is getting bigger and bigger, and it's flying towards us!"

When the disciples heard this, they were so frightened that they fled in all directions, only to hear a burst of anger, five or six disciples were blown away, and the other disciples lay on the ground, not daring to move, it turned out that it was not the sun that fell from the sky, but a magic weapon.

A Taoist priest wearing a purple robe flew to the ground and took the magic weapon into his hand, the magic weapon was shining, the light was dazzling, but the appearance was like a drill.

One of the disciples who was lying on the ground, but his eyes knew the goods, and he said: "It turned out to be the magic weapon of this sect, the Heavenly Heart Divine Diamond, why is it in the hands of this demon Dao?"

The purple-robed Taoist's face sank, and he shouted: "Go and tell your ancestor to come out, if you go, you won't hurt the innocent, if he doesn't come out, you will all die!"

Two of the disciples saw the carefree patriarch go out with his sword, so they replied truthfully: "Our ancestor is not here, please visit you another day!"

The purple-robed Taoist was furious when he heard this, and with a flip of his palms, a bolt of lightning struck, but the two innocent little Taoist priests were burned to charcoal.

Just when all the disciples were trembling and didn't dare to move, two arrows flew out from the Taoist temple, and those two arrows were fierce and unstoppable, shooting straight into the throat of the purple-robed Taoist.

The purple-robed Taoist ignored the existence of these two arrows, only to see him with two fingers and one upright, and a trick in his mouth, only to see that the two arrows were hanging in the air, broken into two pieces, and fell vertically to the ground, without the slightest harm to him at all.

"I put the arrow!" Zhu Lu'er frowned coldly, and stepped forward with a bow and arrow in his hand.

"Why did you secretly release a cold arrow to assassinate Poor Dao?" the purple-robed Daoist Ling stepped forward, looked at Zhulu'er and asked.

"Then why did you use the magic weapon of this sect for no reason to hurt the disciples of this sect. Our Ancestor Xiaoyao is not here, are you here to provoke?" Zhulu'er was not afraid of him at all, but asked forcefully.

The purple-robed Taoist was slightly stunned, and said: "Yesterday, two thieves entered the door at night and stole the "Twenty-Four Chapters of the Demon Codex", but left your sect's magic weapon Tianxin Diamond, you say, it was not done by the people of your sect, who else would do it? Today, I took this Tianxin Drill, just to exchange it for the "Twenty-four Chapters of the Demon Codex". ”

At this time, Xingchen also came out of the inner room, saw the dead and injured disciples on the ground, and looked at the purple-robed Daoist, it turned out that he knew this purple-robed Daoist, and the purple-robed Daoist was the new domain master of the Thundering True Domain, the Thunder Daoist.

"Our Xiaoyao Patriarch is not here, you better please go back!" said the deer with an arrow on the string, not politely at all.

The Thunder Daoist glanced at Zhulu'er and said, "What a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, I measure that you don't have any true qi, unlike a cultivator, so I didn't hurt you, otherwise you would have been scorched by my thunder." Since you don't know what to do, then don't blame me for being rude to you!"

After that, he slapped out a palm, although the palm did not hit Zhulu'er's body, but the potential power had already knocked Zhulu'er's body away, only to see Zhulu'er's back hit the wall of the Taoist temple and fainted.

The thunderous Daoist didn't make any Dao Fa, if he used Dao Fa, then he would definitely die.

Xingchen stepped forward and arched his hand, and said to the Thunder Daoist: "Our Ancestor is really not here, if he is here, he will definitely come out to meet the guests, and we don't need to lie in front of you, I hope you don't kill again!"

The Thunder Daoist looked up and smiled: "You are also a yellow-mouthed child, why should I believe your words." ”

Xingchen thought for a while and asked, "Then how can you trust me?"

The Thunder Daoist said coldly: "It's better to guarantee with personality than to guarantee with people!" After saying that, his body was like lightning, and he stepped forward and grabbed Xingchen's shoulder.

He turned back to the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect and said, "If you want to save this disciple, then ask your Xiaoyao Patriarch to come to the Purple Moon Hall to see me with the Twenty-Four Chapters of the Demon Code!"

The thunderous Taoist body flashed, and then disappeared in front of the Taoist temple with Xingchen, and the disciples chased after him, where to find the slightest figure.

Zhulu'er also woke up at this time, and the disciples collected their swords, closed the door of the Taoist temple, and helped Zhulu'er to the room to rest without mentioning it