On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

What happened three hundred years ago, now recalls it as if it was covered with a layer of yellow and gray dust.

That is the color of time.

The relationship between the Qingcheng Sword Sect and Huang Yunzong is definitely not good, but they have been neighbors for many years and practiced swordsmanship in human form. There is a kind of love-hate relationship, not to mention that everyone has a share of things this time, Huang Yunzong is just a bird in the forefront.

The rabbit and the fox are also sad.

And... Zhang Tianbao.

It happened to be this Zhang Tianbao.

Did he think that if he succeeded in sending a beautiful woman to Xie Wuwang, he could do whatever he wanted?

Ning Qingqing's nails were deeply embedded in her palms, and her chest was filled with anger.

As soon as I passed the second stone archway, I saw silhouettes flying down from the mountains, falling in front of them like dumplings.

"Little Qinger!" "Sister Qing!" "Baby Qing!" "Little Snake!"

A rickety figure moved away from the crowd and walked out, with a large wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a pair of shiny eyes hanging from the red rosacea: "Oh, let me see who is back!"

Ning Tianxi shook her yellow teeth full of gaps and swayed forward.

Ning Qingqing's heart immediately filled with scenes of the past.

The old man tied her with a cloth belt and taught her to walk; the old man squatted shamelessly beside her and shared the delicious snacks brought back to her by the seniors and sisters from the mountain; the old man taught her to practice, and always snored when she was half taught; The old man broke the things of the senior brothers and sisters and tricked her into giving him a scapegoat...

"Master..."

Obviously he was a terrible old man, but Ning Qingqing opened his mouth and tears couldn't stop falling.

"Ouch." The little old man opened his arms and put her body into her skinny arms. "How come this kid doesn't grow up!"

Ning Qingqing finally cried presumptuously. In the blurred vision of tears, several senior brothers and sisters secretly wiped their tears.

The old man coaxed "Oh oh", patted her a few times, then stood up straight, raised his eyebrows at the disciples behind him, and his white beard fluttered: "Look! What to see Look! Don’t hurry up and buy braised elbows, braised duck legs, crispy belly, popped kidney, fried bean curd, and sweet-scented osmanthus wine to make us happy?!"

Ning Qingqing wiped her nose and tears on the old man's shoulders depressedly: "These are your favorites, not my favorites."

The little old man glanced to the side of the sky, pretending not to hear.

The senior brothers and sisters secretly laughed.

Ning Qingqing couldn't cry anymore. With tears in her eyes, she scanned the familiar faces.

She is back, she is not homeless. Mount Qingcheng is also her home.

Zhang Tianbao wanted to destroy her last home.

She would never let him succeed.

Although the situation is not very optimistic, the people in Qingchengshan still drank more wine during dinner.

The round-faced little junior sister told the story about the discovery of the blood characters, and everyone frowned.

The word "Zhang" written in blood was found at the scene of the murder. Huang Yunzong did exactly what Zhang Tianbao wished without the principal. Anyone who looks at it will come to the same judgment—the three tragic deaths of Huang Yunzong's family are definitely the same as Zhang Tianbao. related!

"In the past two days, two more minor sects have agreed to move to the sect." The third senior brother took a ledger and slowly said, "The affairs of Huang Yunzong are like killing chickens and monkeys, everyone is afraid. And, Huaiyin Mountain. At this time, I passed the steps and added a resettlement fee. The other sects have been loosened. If this continues, within a radius of two hundred miles, there will soon be only our family."

"Despicable!" Little Junior Sister's eyes reddened again.

Everyone knew that the Qingcheng Sword Sect and Taoist Xie Wuwang were related by marriage, and Huaiyin Mountain did not dare to force each other head-on, so he used some detours.

Ning Qingqing secretly clenched her hand, an angry sea tumbling in her chest. Now this situation can be said to be clear at a glance. Huaiyin Mountain first used a soft move against the Qingcheng Sword Sect. If the woman who resembles the Xiyin Goddess can successfully blow Xie Wuwang's pillow wind, then they can use tough methods!

The heart fire burned, and the soreness and pain seemed to have been burned.

Ning Qingqing flattened her breath, took the little junior sister over and bit her ears: "Take me to sneak in tonight and steal the evidence."

She will use her spiritual power to search the murder scene carefully. There are signs to follow in the world, and if you do it, you will surely leave clues.

The little sister nodded her head seriously, and agreed on the time.

Ning Qingqing let go of her and knocked on a can of wine: "Don't mention the unpleasant things! I respect Master, and respect the brothers and sisters!"

After drinking for a while, she threw the wine on the ground: "Respect Huang Yun's three dogs too! See you in the spring in the sun, and fight for another 300 rounds!"

Everyone still remembers the time when Ning Qingqing made Huangyun Sect stunned. You talked about the past with one word, and smiled, thinking that Huangyun had no more dogs, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Feast from the beginning of the month.

Ning Qingqing's former residence is no longer there. The senior sisters vacated a large bamboo house for her and provided a new set of quilts.

She breathed the unfamiliar air, smiled and rolled onto the bed and said she liked it.

The world seems to be a little unreal, she is like a foreigner without roots, floating, not falling.

I came back, but those sorrows still have no ground to tell. She is more willing to pretend to be indifferent, and doesn't want to cause everyone to worry.

She felt like a bamboo shoot that broke the ground, and she grew up instantly when she was blown by the wind of Qingcheng Mountain.

The stars gradually filled the night sky.

Ning Qingqing put on a black night gown and jumped into the window of the younger sister.

She came a little earlier than the agreed time. The younger sister changed her clothes and was sitting on the bedside, holding a portrait weeping. Needless to say, it must be Huangyun puppy.

I saw that the person in the painting had sloppy brows and an arrogant smile. He was already a mature man with broad shoulders and long legs.

The puppy that used to be has grown up.

The little junior girl put away the portrait and went on the road silently. Following the shadow of the tree, the two quickly swept down Qingcheng Mountain and dived in the direction of Huang Yunzong.

Huang Yunzong has been taken by the people of Huaiyin Mountain. When the seven-day funeral period has passed, the funeral flags will be demolished and rebuilt here.

"There is only one Huang Xiaoyun left in the Huang family." The little junior girl's voice was dull. "When there was no accident, she was not a cheerful temper, gloomy, and always full of thoughts. Nowadays, when there is sudden change, she doesn't know whether she can support it. past."

When Ning Qingqing married into the Heavenly Saint Palace, Huang Yunzong's parents had only Huang Puppy as their only child. Unexpectedly, the old Clam Huaizhu would leave such a weak daughter to suffer misery.

Ning Qingqing pursed her lips, and whispered softly: "Find evidence and avenge Huang Yunzong."

"Yeah! Do they really think that they can cover the sky with one hand at Huaiyin Mountain? The Daoist is dead?" The little junior sister found the mistake, and hurriedly remedied it, "Oh, Daoist is dead!"

"..." Ning Qingqing sighed and said, "As long as he can find evidence, he will be fair."

Xie Wuwang, he is a qualified monarch, a peerless blade for slaying demons and demons, and a foundation stone for guarding the order of the world.

Except not a good husband.

Little Junior Sister's strange giant sword turned out to be a shovel.

The two dived under a huge withered tree to the west of Huang Yunzong. The younger sister picked up the sword shovel, cut through the soil layer three times, and took Ning Qingqing down.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

"It's safest to go underground!" In the dark and damp mud pit, the voice of the little junior sister said, "Senior Sister Qing, let me tell you that since I learned to dig holes in the ground, I don't need money to make a sword!"

All the money for sword repair is spent on the sword.

"The sword has advanced, so it's easier to drill the hole!" She said as she raised the shovel and tamped the soil above, "Is this zigzag hole very beautiful? I learned it from earthworms!"

The same tone of offering treasure.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

Soon, it came to the end of the hole. The little sister reached out and pushed a few stone bricks away, and got under a big bed.

As soon as Ning Qingqing probed the probe, he smelled the faint **** smell remaining after being repeatedly washed. The moonlight faintly spilled in through the window lattices, spreading a layer of fine **** frost on the outside of the bed.

The little junior sister walked on her elbow, moved to the head of the bed, pointed to the bedpost and motioned to Ning Qingqing to look.

Ning Qingqing leaned forward.

I saw a "chapter" written in blood on the back of the black patent leather bedpost. The writer's fingers trembled violently, dipped in blood to write, and the handwriting was skewed and soft. When the writing reached the last vertical, it seemed to be dragged out of the bed, and the last stroke was slanted out of the bed awkwardly.

Ning Qingqing lowered her eyebrows, stared at the blood word quietly for a while, and explored with her spiritual power.

It is indeed a handwriting left four or five days ago, not forgery.

Little Junior Sister likes victims, and it is inevitable that people are suspicious, worried that she deliberately created perjury to nail Zhang Tianbao to death because of her eagerness for revenge.

Now that the words have been checked, Ning Qingqing is already 90% sure that Zhang Tianbao was the murderer. To be more accurate, it should be said that Zhang Tianbao was determined to be the murderer when the victim was killed.

She got out of the bed and stood in the room slowly looking around.

After the murder, the house was washed and cleaned repeatedly. There were no small furnishings in the house, only a few large pieces-empty beds, tables and chairs, open empty boxes and empty cabinets.

There is no bloodstain in the light, and there is a faint smell of blood remaining in the air, like the unwilling wailing and weeping of the dead.

Ning Qingqing pondered for a moment, squatted down, supported the ground with both hands, and slowly forced out spiritual energy.

The moonlight like frosting was covered with a light white spiritual light, flowing around like water.

Ning Qingqing closed her eyes and acted with all her strength.

Where the spiritual power flows through, no details can escape her induction.

A drop of sweat fell to the ground along the tip of the hair.

The loss of mind and spiritual power is very terrifying.

There was nothing but blood on the ground. Under the cover of layers of water vapor, the blood stains remaining under the cracks of the bricks are even more shocking.

This is a completely inhuman killing, and every corner is covered with blood.

Ning Qingqing clenched his teeth, and his spiritual white light climbed up the walls and wooden pillars.

Her breathing became more urgent, her face was so pale, the little junior sister beside her couldn't help but whispered, "Senior Sister Qing."

There was blood on the walls and pillars.

I am afraid that all the three dead have shed all their blood.

"Senior Sister Qing!" The little Junior Sister called again. There was some eagerness in her voice.

With a heartbeat, Ning Qingqing opened her eyes suddenly, swept toward the wooden pillars in the corner of the house, and slowly pulled out half of the broken hairpins that were deeply wedged into the pillars from the wooden texture.

At first glance, it was a hairpin broken in anger.

Before he could take a closer look, the fire from outside the window shone in.

"Who's there!" The roar of the clothes roared, and the silhouettes fell outside the house, and they would break in when they saw it, "Break the door!"

Ning Qingqing glanced back, and met the anxious eyes of the little sister.

She was just reminding her that someone was coming!

Without thinking about it, Ning Qingqing cut off the foot of the bed with blood, and put it in the arms of the little sister along with the half-cut hairpin: "Go! Don't look back, send the evidence to Master!"

If two people walk together, the hole will be discovered instantly, don't even try to escape.

Little Junior Sister is a refreshing person, holding the evidence and focusing her head on: "Senior Sister Qing hold on, I'll call someone to come!"

As soon as she got off the bed, she heard a loud "bang" from the door.

Sawdust flew horizontally, and dust was rising.

Several Huaiyin Mountain monks dressed in mysterious clothes and red belts rushed in.

Ning Qingqing backhanded a sword, and a sword aura forced them to stop. She raised her foot and kicked back, kicking the bed to pieces, her figure swept up with strength and broke through the window.

The movement is louder, so as to protect the little junior sister from fleeing.

Falling into the hospital, I only felt that the night was as cold as water.

Three hundred years later, Huang Yunzong's terrain is still very familiar. Want to come to Sangou is also a nostalgic person, and has not touched the layout of the clan.

After a series of sword auras and magic spells attacked by themselves, Ning Qingqing walked lightly, occasionally hitting back, not feeling too threatened.

When Xie Wuwang was interested, he would let her dance swords in the courtyard. He watched lazily from the side and pointed out a few words; sometimes he would stick behind her, hold her sword and lead her. Dancing, breathing on the back of her ears and neck, often making her face flushed; sometimes, he would hold the dragon 矅, slow down and dance the sword to show her.

I also learned more or less. Dealing with these Nascent Soul monks whose cultivation level is similar to her is called crushing.

He was about to break through the encirclement as soon as he saw it. Suddenly, a huge wave of pressure in front of him covered his head!

Ning Qingqing spent too much energy and spiritual power searching for evidence in the room, and was caught off guard by this mighty spiritual power that carried the mighty power. Her chest became stuffy, blood spurted out, and the portrait was disconnected. The kite generally falls straight down, which can be held up by a sword without falling.

She leaned against an old Bodhi tree and looked up and saw that the man who shot at her was a gentle and handsome man wearing a blue tapestry gown.

"Where's the little thief. Don't leave since he's here!"

Ning Qing Youth Committee is really unforgettable with her shrill voice.

Zhang Tianbao.

The chasing soldiers surrounded her one after another, holding all kinds of magical instruments in their hands, blocking her in the middle.

"Zhang Tianbao?" She stared at this person coldly.

The right cross sword is defending in front of him, and the left hand is held behind him, seeming to support the tree.

Zhang Tianbao squinted his eyes slightly, and walked for nearly two steps, with a pale yellow light flashing in his palm, and he could move at any time.

Ning Qingqing swallowed a mouthful of fishy sweetness that surged to her throat, blended her breath, and scolded coldly, "Do you want to kill me? Zhang Tianbao, I have obtained evidence that you have harmed the three of Sect Master Huangyun! You didn't get it. Denied it!"

"Oh?" Zhang Tianbao raised his eyebrows, "What evidence?"

"The deceased wrote down your name before he died, and another personal object you left behind!" Ning Qingqing's face was hidden under the black cloth towel, and her bright eyes were slightly bent, "Zhang Tianbao, you are done! "

"Tsk!" Zhang Tianbao put on a toothache, "You have said so, if I were a murderer, wouldn't I have to kill you immediately? Tsk, the young people nowadays can't do everything in their heads? Take her down. !"

Grim-faced monks gathered around.

Ning Qingqing smiled and her body trembled slightly, and she slowly took out her left hand from behind.

Holding the sound transmission mirror in his hand.

The light flashed, and the conversation that had just spread to other places.

Zhang Tianbao laughed: "Why, even if you talk to yourself, you can still be used as evidence?"

Ning Qingqing looked at the swords that were getting closer and closer, and smiled lightly: "If something happens to me, I, TRANSSION, and physical evidence are enough."

"No, no, no, young people are so insightful thinking, sound transmission is not a thing when you hear it, how can it be used as evidence?" Zhang Tianbao pinched his eyebrows pretending to be annoyed.

Ning Qingqing chuckled lightly and threw the sound transmission mirror to her feet.

Hearing is false, it also depends on who is listening. It’s not alright for others to listen to the sound transmission and then relay it, but if the person who hears the sound transmission is the co-leader of the day?

Ning Qingqing leaned against the tree wearily.

Transmission to Xie Wuwang exhausted her last bit of energy and energy.

She did not want to reveal her identity in front of Zhang Tianbao, which made her feel humiliated. If something happened to her here today, she would be able to crucify Zhang Tianbao's crime and keep the Qingcheng Sword Sect's home...it would be a beginning and an end.

Anyway, no one has to do with her.

She clenched the sword tightly, preparing for the last fight. If you can rush to it, of course it is the best. It's just that the chance of escaping from birth is really slim.

A string was tight in his heart, and a sharp humming sounded in his ears.

Zhang Tianbao's approaching footsteps suddenly stopped, he lowered his head and looked at the dimly lit sound-transmitting mirror.

Someone replied.

He smiled sarcastically, and said maliciously: "I have replied! Why not listen to what the other person will say? I must be very desperate."

Ning Qingqing was startled.

Xie Wuwang, how could he respond to Transsion in such a timely manner?

Zhang Tianbao smiled strangely, bent down and picked up the sound transmission mirror, injected spiritual power into the mirror, then raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of mockery.

There was a moment of silence.

"Zhang Tianbao." A thin, smiling voice floated out of the mirror, "Haosheng sent my wife back to the sect. Knowing that you are innocent, you don't need to think too much."

"Hiss-Daoist!" Zhang Tianbao changed his color suddenly.

The monks around subconsciously knelt all over the ground on one knee.

The author has something to say:

what! One day without thanking the dog, even the nutrient solution was even thinner. orz

A mushroom will hang up in one or two days. Of course, after hanging up, there can be no real story of waking up, kneeling, licking, scumbag and face, that is, from a sluggish essay to a sluggish. The swallowed sand sculpture fungus script looks like this~