Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

At this time, Leng Qiuhun really believed it, and stumbled: "Every time the teacher goes out, he always leaves a message, but this time... the old man left in the early morning of the first day after receiving a letter. "

Zhang Xiaolin's eyes lit up unconsciously, and said, "A letter? Where is the letter?"

Leng Qiuhun didn't answer, but instead asked: "Master Bai looking for paintings?"

Bai Ziyang nodded and said, "That's right, a painting in your master's collection."

Leng Qiuhun asked again: "Is that painting related to Young Master?"

Bai Ziyang shook his head and said, "That's not true, I'm just curious about how beautiful the beauties in that painting are, which can make your master celibate for twenty years."

The two were dumbfounded, but Leng Qiuhun still said: "You two come with me."

Zhang Xiaolin asked, "Where are you going?"

Leng Qiuhun said: "'Soul Chaser' Yang Song, you must have heard of this name?"

Zhang Xiaolin said: "Could it be that the letter is at Senior Yang's house?"

Leng Qiuhun said: "That's right, I remember that before the teacher left, he sealed this letter into a paper bag and handed it to Uncle Yang for safekeeping. If he can see this letter, he must know where the teacher is going."

They didn't take a car, they crossed two streets and arrived at the house.

On a not too short, clean and quiet street, there are only six gates, and Yang Song's house is the second building on the left.

This street is full of rich and powerful families in Jinan city, and even the gaps between the stone slabs on the street are cleaned cleanly, but a person like Yang Song should be living in the suburbs. There is an independent manor house.

Leng Qiuhun explained: "Although the teacher is a little lonely, but for some reason, he insists on living in the city. Although he doesn't like talking to people very much, he likes to hear people's voices."

Zhang Xiaolin said: "Master Ling... But isn't this Yang..."

Leng Qiuhun said: "Master and Uncle Yang have always lived together."

"Your uncle is dead."

As soon as Bai Ziyang finished speaking.

Leng (afde) Qiuhun's body froze, and he was about to walk through the courtyard full of phoenix trees to see if it was true as he said, when suddenly, a drop of water fell on his shoulder, and he flicked it with his hand inadvertently. The light that shines through.Follow his hand.

Blood, there was blood on his hands.

Leng Qiuhun looked up in shock, there seemed to be someone waving to him on the plane tree.He flew up and grabbed the wrist like lightning, but it was just a hand, nothing else, just a bloody hand!

exclaimed.Said: "Uncle Master, Uncle Yang!"

There was no response from the room.

He shook open the door and rushed in. Yang Song was sleeping on the bed, he seemed to be in a deep sleep, covered with a quilt, only a gray head was exposed.But the house was indescribably messy.Everything was not in its original place, and the three camphorwood boxes next to the bed were all overturned.

Leng Qiuhun couldn't help himself, and threw off the quilt.

Blood.There was only a bloody body under the quilt, and he had lost his limbs.

Leng Qiuhun seemed to be shivering from the cold, tremblingly said: "Five ghosts divided into corpses, could this be five ghosts divided into corpses..."

He turned around and rushed out, the other hand was hanging from the eaves, still dripping blood, Yang Song was brutally dismembered.

Leng Qiuhun hissed: "The Cinnabar Gate and the five ghosts have never had any hatred, why did the five ghosts of the Blood Fiend want to do this?"

Zhang Xiaolin said: "You... how do you know that it was the hands of the blood fiend and five ghosts?"

Leng Qiuhun said bitterly: "Five ghosts divided into corpses, this is their signature."

Zhang Xiaolin murmured: "The signboard is sometimes borrowed by others."

Leng Qiuhun didn't hear what he said, and started searching around.

Zhang Xiaolin murmured: "What are you looking for, that letter must have disappeared."

Sure enough, the letter is gone.

Leng Qiuhun's face became paler and frighteningly pale, and he rushed over and grabbed Zhang Xiaolin's lapel, and said sharply, "What do you have to do with this matter?"

Zhang Xiaolin said: "If it matters, will I be here?"

Leng Qiuhun glared at him angrily for a long while, and finally slowly let go of his palm.

There was only a 'creak' sound, and when the two of them saw it, it was Bai Ziyang who pushed the door and walked into another room.

Leng Qiuhun hurried over, it was his master's wing.

Bai Ziyang looked at the wall, the room was pitch black, illuminated by Leng Qiuhun's lamp!

Follow the wall that Bai Ziyang is looking at.

There is really a painting on the wall, which is neither a landscape, nor insects, birds, and flowers, but it is just a bust of a woman, with vivid eyebrows and eyes.

At that time, there were very few portraits with half-lengths. The more I looked at them, the more I felt that the beauty of the women's charm in the paintings could not be described in any words. Although it was just a portrait, it had an irresistible charm.

Bai Ziyang couldn't help admiring: "Fanghua is a beautiful woman, and she is so beautiful!"

Zhang Xiaolin asked: "Brother Bai is talking about this painting of beauties? Does Brother Bai know who is in the painting?"

Bai Ziyang turned his head and said to the two of them: "You should have a lot of questions, and you too! Find a place to have a drink or two and tell you two stories."

After he finished speaking, he had already started to walk out.

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