Looking for plums under the moon

Recalling the tragic state of Ji Yang's death, Bai actually turned his face aside, and couldn't bear to continue talking.

The disciples in the hall frowned and all cast spying glances at Ling Guyue.

The third elder made a strange sound of 'gudong gudong' in his throat, and said with a smile: "Ling Guyue, none of the [-] bones in the body of the young disciple who died tragically was intact, and all the eight meridians were destroyed. Apart from practicing the sixth level of Pingchuan's mental method, who else can do it? Now the master is out, only you and the three of us in Pingchuan have the possibility, and you just killed his elder brother, what a coincidence , do you have anything else to say?" The smile was clearly malicious.

Ling Guyue didn't expect that things would develop like this, he raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the hall, and calmly asked, "When was Nephew Ji Yang killed yesterday?"

The Great Elder sighed, "When Bai Jing came to inform me today, I went to check on him personally. I saw that his body was covered with purple corpse spots, and his limbs were already ossified. Based on this, I presume that he was killed by Zi Shi last night."

Ling Guyue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, "Last night I was in Shen Dongxie all the time, and I didn't leave a single step. How can I go to the Feiye Peak of the disciples to kill Ji Yang?"

"You said you never left even a single step? Is there anyone to prove it?" the second elder said angrily.

"Naturally," Ling Guyue said, "Senior Nephew Qingzhu came to me to play chess last night. We played chess from sunset until today and there was no winner. He can testify that I never left Shen Dongxie. And My little boy is also serving the tea, so there are two witnesses."

"Little Tong is yours, how can he be a witness? Let's talk about Qingzhu..." The second elder pondered for a while, then nodded and said: "Qingzhu is the direct disciple of the head of the sect, I believe he will not favor you."

"Since that's the case, where is the green bamboo?" the Great Elder called out.

"The disciple is here." A white-clothed disciple took a light step towards the middle, saluted the three elders and Ling Guyue, then straightened his back with a calm expression.

"Qingzhu, your uncle said that he played chess with you all the time last night, is there such a thing?" the Great Elder asked majesticly.

Qingzhu nodded slightly, and put his hands on his hands to report: "This is indeed the case. I heard that Uncle Ling's chess skills are quite high, and the disciple was eager to play chess for a while, so he took the liberty to visit last night with the chess equipment. Unexpectedly, after a night of fighting, until dawn, the sunspot and the white stone actually become white. After the 'serial' situation, Qingzhu resigned. Therefore, this disciple can prove that Master Ling did not go out last night."

The Great Elder nodded, and waved for Qing Zhu to step back.

The Second Elder and the Third Elder looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise, "Strange...could it really not be him?"

Ling Guyue took a step forward at this time and said: "Pingchuan has such a big event today, the murderer is unknown, and it seems that he intends to put the blame on me, I am afraid there is something hidden. Can the three elders let me see the corpse of Master Nephew Ji Yang first? "

The second elder twitched his beard and snorted coldly, turned his face away and stopped looking at him.The third elder closed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap, but the two rays of light shot out from the slits under his eyelashes stared at Ling Guyue all the time, trying to see his flaws.

The Great Elder still had a peaceful face. After thinking for a while, he agreed.

"Nephew Ling comes with me. The bodies of Ji Tong and Ji Yang are temporarily placed here in Liuqingtang, and we will deal with them after the master comes back." The elder pushed open the wooden door of a courtyard behind Zhiguotang. Inside was a patio structure. small courtyard.

There are many ancient trees in the mountains, shaded by trees, the courtyard wall is several feet high, there is only one wooden door, no doors and windows, so the light is dim, and it feels cramped and cramped.

Ji Yang's death was horrific, and it was inconvenient for other disciples to see him, so only the three elders and Ling Guyue came to check.

Ling Guyue walked in with the elders, if she didn't pay attention, she stumbled and almost fell down, thanks to someone helping him.

He hurriedly thanked him, looked up, and the third elder narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully to him: "Nephew Ling, be careful, the one-foot-high threshold is not meant to trip you up."

Ling Guyue still wanted to ask him what he meant, but the third elder had already walked away with his back bent.He had to carefully step over the thick stone threshold.As soon as I walked in, I didn't see the bodies of the Ji brothers, I just felt a gust of dark wind blowing on my face, carrying a stale smell, blowing towards my face.

"There is no way to ventilate here, where is the draft coming from?" the Great Elder frowned.

"What's so strange about this?" The hoarse voice of the third elder echoed in the courtyard, spreading out layer by layer, becoming more and more permeating, "The soul of the dead will die unjustly, of course he will not be reconciled, maybe he has become something dirty. Looking at his enemy behind the door..."

"Third!" The second elder stomped his feet, "What are you talking about when you're full!"

The third elder sneered at his timidity, stopped talking, and walked into the lobby with arms folded.

Ling Guyue was also a little apprehensive. Although he was not a murderer, Ji Yang always believed that he had killed her elder brother. If there was any misunderstanding, maybe the two of them would turn into ghosts and avenge their mistakes.

After silently reciting "Death is like a lamp going out" several times, I pinched my palms again and braved up to go into the hall.

A row of brass candlesticks with neat white candles in the lobby illuminated the gloomy room.There are two wooden planks in the center, and the planks are covered with a layer of white cloth, with bulges under the cloth.The one on the left can still be seen to be a complete corpse, while the corpse on the right is broken, and blood is still oozing out from under the white cloth.

"This is the corpse of Brother Ji," the elder pointed to the two pieces of white cloth, "Nephew Ling, come and have a look."

Holding her breath, Ling Guyue carefully reached out and opened the one on the left.I saw Ji Tong's bluish-yellow face exposed under the white cloth, his face was bloodless, and his lips were tightly pressed.Continue to open it, and sure enough, there is a wound several inches deep on the back of his neck, the scar is as thin as a red line, obviously caused by a sword, only a thin layer of skin on the front neck can cut off the entire head Next, apart from this, there is no wound on the whole body.

Who did Nephew Ji Tong have such a big grudge against... unexpectedly used such a deep skill?If it is Ping Chuan's mental method, with my little skill, it is really difficult to kill people so neatly... Ling Guyue shook her head, covered the white cloth again, and turned to look at the corpse on the right .

Just as he took off the bloody white cloth, maybe it was his illusion, the candlelight around him seemed to shake for a moment, but only for a moment, when he scanned the candlesticks one by one with his eyes, everything was normal again.

Ling Guyue looked down at Ji Yang's body. "This..." He couldn't help being startled when he saw the bloody corpse, and he had a vague guess in his heart, but he felt that it was unlikely.At this moment, from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of something that seemed to be attached to a lump of flesh in the stump.

"Silk thread?" He pinched the hair-thin strands and carefully looked at them by the candlelight.Those silk threads shone faintly under the dim yellow candlelight, and it was impossible to tell what color it was for a while.

"Three elders, what do you think this is?" Ling Guyue raised the thread and looked behind her, but except for the half door that was opened when she came, the faint courtyard at the door was actually empty, and he was the only one left in the hall. one person!

When did the three elders leave?

Ling Guyue paled slightly, but unfortunately another gust of wind blew in, and the flames of the candles in the house were drawn long by the wind, flickering and flickering, and finally wisps of blue smoke came out and went out one after another.

The wind still had no tendency to stop, and it blew the fine sand, gravel and grass blades in the yard into the house, blowing the white cloth on the two corpses to the ground, exposing the tragic state of Ji Tong and Ji Yang .

"Could it be that there's something wrong with the yin wind?" Ling Guyue bit her lip, she didn't want to look at the bodies of the Ji brothers anymore, and was about to go out, but unexpectedly the half-closed wooden door slammed shut before him up!

He shook the door in distress, and the unlocked wooden door was like made of steel, gold and iron, and could not be shaken at all.

Ling Guyue didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, she was a fearless king of children when she was a child, and she didn't stop until she bullied all the children around her home.Later when he came to Pingchuan, he also liked to play tricks on his junior brother, he would often take Shen Luo to play in the woods, and he would not come back until he was covered in mud.Uncle Ge, who takes care of his daily life, thinks he is naughty. He always tells stories about mountain spirits and wild ghosts eating disobedient children at night to scare him. He also has a vivid expression when telling the stories. Lost soul.

Rao is a brave child who is frightened one after another like this, and it is inevitable that he will feel timid.

Whenever Ling Guyue was afraid, she would get into the arms of her junior brother who was two years younger than him.He thought to himself: It's better to be a younger brother, so obedient and not afraid of ghosts.What about Uncle Ge?Old and ugly and always scaring him!

Later, Uncle Ge once went into the woods to hunt deer, but he never came out again.

Ling Guyue often thought of the last words that Uncle Ge said to them before he entered the woods with a trap on his back, "Little Luo, please don't run around while watching Guyue, Uncle San will go and catch little fat deer for you to eat! Deerskin I also save a pair of boots for each of you, so that your little feet will not be frostbitten in winter..."

Sometimes he would feel sad, it would be great if Uncle Ge could come back and tell him a ghost story again.

Ling Guyue was unarmed, looking at the two corpses in the room and didn't know what to do. At this moment, a scalp-splitting voice blew in his ears: "Master... Take your life..."

Ling Guyue turned her head suddenly, but there was still no one around her, only his heartbeat could be heard in the dark room.

"Master... I feel so hurt..." There was another murmur.

Cold sweat broke out in Ling Guyue's palms, but she still tried to stay calm, and said loudly: "Since you are dead, you should return to ashes and return to ashes, and don't be nostalgic. Even if you want revenge, you should find the real one. The murderer of the murderer, who has a grievance and a debtor, why is he pestering me?"

"Uncle! It's clearly you... who caused me..." The voice trembled like a thin thread, then dropped sharply, and exploded in his ears like thunder, and then faded away. Turned three or four corners.

Ling Guyue glanced at the beams of the house several times following the sound, only felt that the sound was going up and down, in and out, making people wonder.

Just as he was trying to identify his position by listening to the sound, he accidentally heard a subtle abnormal noise, and his instinct of practicing martial arts all year round made him move aside.While his clothes were fluttering, he looked back, and saw a few silver needles gleaming with coldness like a torrential rain, shooting into the position he had just stood on.If he hadn't dodged in time, he might have been stabbed by a poisonous needle, and he would have been with the Ji brothers on Huangquan Road.

"Uncle Master... Take your life!" The voice became more and more fierce, and the sound of silver needles could be heard endlessly, and they flew towards him with a 'swish'.

Ling Guyue dodged nimbly, he swung his long sleeves into a circle and protected them in front of his body, like a soft shield, although not very strong, it was very effective against these silver needles.

"Hehe..." A strange laugh sounded from behind him, "Master, I'm here..."

Ling Guyue turned her head, but saw nothing behind her, at this moment a chill hit her back.Knowing that something was wrong, he hastily lowered his waist and avoided the blow, but he was already too tired to breathe.

Ling Guyue breathed a sigh of relief leaning against the pillar, but the wooden plank in the center of the hall where the bodies of the Ji brothers were placed was not so lucky.

"Is your Excellency a human or a ghost?" Ling Guyue was a little annoyed, and asked looking up at the dark rafters.

"Hehe...Uncle, you say I'm a human - or a ghost!" The voice contained a powerful internal force, as if it suddenly jumped in front of Ling Guyue from a few feet away, it was really unexpected. About to hit, a sudden loud bang interrupted the attack.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The door in Ling Guyue's hands was as immovable as a copper wall and an iron wall. At this moment, someone shook it from the outside with internal force, and the fragments were like flying leaves. They all avoided Ling Guyue and flew into the lobby. On the wall, not three inches into the wall.

Ling Guyue looked up, and saw a person walking in against the light, stopped in front of him, then bent down to help him up, with a hint of worry on his face, it was Shen Luo who had just arrived.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Ling Guyue forced a smile, "It's okay."

"Where are the three elders? I heard that they brought you here." Shen Luo clasped his hands on his veins and checked carefully, and his face turned pale when he found that there was nothing serious.

"The three elders were still here just now, somehow—" before Ling Guyue could finish speaking, Shen Luo's eyes froze, and he raised his hand suddenly and released a few Hidden Swords on the dark beams and pillars.

Ling Guyue hurriedly turned her head to look inside the house.

"Shua Shua", it seemed to be the sound of fluttering clothes, and when the sound faded away, the room finally returned to silence.

Shen Luo muffled: "Don't look, that person has already left."

"That person?" Ling Guyue looked at the stump on the ground, "Isn't it a ghost?"

Shen Luo took his hand and carefully wiped off the stains on it, "Brother, as I said, there are no ghosts in the world, only people who pretend to be ghosts."

Ling Guyue coughed uncomfortably, "I... just touched the bodies of Ji Tong and Ji Yang with my hands..."

Shen Luo was stunned for a moment, and said indifferently: "It's nothing."

Ling Guyue adjusted her breath for a while and soon recovered, Shen Luo wanted to send him back to Shen Dongxie.

Ling Guyue looked at the mess on the ground, knowing that it was impossible to find any more clues, so she didn't plan to stay any longer.

As soon as he left the Liuqing Hall, he ran into several people head-on.

"Master? When did you come back?" The Great Elder was surprised when he saw Shen Luo.

Shen Luo said coldly: "When did you leave Liuqingtang?"

The Great Elder looked at Ling Guyue suspiciously, then exchanged glances with the two elders behind him, and replied: "About half an hour ago, we saw that Nephew Ling had left first, so we came out. --"

Shen Luo's expression changed, but he didn't speak.

Ling Guyue wondered: "Elder, I have been in Liuqingtang just now, but I disappeared in a blink of an eye. I thought the three elders left first."

The second elder said impatiently: "Nonsense! Obviously we found you missing in Liuqingtang, and we searched the entire yard but couldn't find you. You were afraid and left first, so you came out to look for you. Why did you say yes?" shall we go first?"

Ling Guyue was at a loss for words for a while, seeing the expressions of the three people in front of her, she didn't seem to be lying, she was also confused for a while, and murmured: "Is there really a ghost..."

Shen Luo glanced at the three elders, then pulled Ling Guyue to turn around and leave.

"Master, what should we do with the corpses of the Ji brothers?" the Great Elder asked.

Shen Luo didn't turn his head back and said, "Find a place to bury it."

Ling Guyue thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure out why the four well-behaved people separated without anyone noticing, and neither of them knew how the other disappeared.

Seeing that he frowned and remained silent, Shen Luo asked, "Is Ji Tong dead?"

"Well, nephew Ji Tong is dead." Ling Guyue replied casually.

"Ji Yang died too?"

"Well, nephew Ji Yang is also dead."

"They suspect that you killed it?"

"Well, they suspect—" Ling Guyue stopped talking, stopped and stared at Shen Luo, "You know, with my martial arts, it's impossible for me to be a murderer."

Shen Luo laughed softly: "I know, even if the murderer is me, it can't be brother."

Ling Guyue breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll go back to Shen Dongxie first, and I'm a little tired after a day out."

"Okay, I'll take it to you."

"No, you just came back from the commute, and it's time to go back and rest." Ling Guyue rejected his kindness, and walked slowly towards the depths of the bamboo forest alone.

Shen Luo stood there, watching him gradually walk out of his sight.

The green peaks were faint and the green bamboos were dense, until the moon was full and frosty, he still stood there looking at the intersection, feeling the coolness from his stiff fingertips, and then turned and left reluctantly.

After walking a few steps, I heard a familiar call from behind: "Junior Brother, I forgot to ask you, did you bring back my lotus root?"

There was a smile unconsciously on the corner of Shen Luo's mouth, and he quickly suppressed it, only turning around and saying: "Bring it!"