The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 259 The Ancient Temple
Hearing the word "inner ghost", Kou Zhong's originally relaxed expression on his face subsided, and he looked at Song Xing with some seriousness. He originally thought that Song Xing would bring him out, but it was because he said in Baiyun Temple that he would make a career, so Let him practice more.

"Xiaoling, don't talk nonsense, with Master's prestige in Laojun's view, how could anyone dare to do such a thing?"

Song Xing raised his hand to stop Kou Zhong, and showed a look of approval to Xu Ziling: "Why do you say that?"

Xu Ziling hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "Master, you are so young. Although your martial arts are world-class, there are inevitably some people in the Demon Sacred Gate who are not convinced. comfortable."

Kou Zhong nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, when we were in the Bamboo Flower Gang, we also ranked seniority based on seniority, because Xiaoling and I were newcomers. Although we were the best at stealing, we were often bullied."

Xu Ziling ignored Kou Zhong, and continued: "The timing of Zuo Youxian's and others' death was too coincidental, they all died not long after they left Laojun Temple, I believe this is for Master. "

"The person behind the scenes may be hiding in the dark at this moment, spying on your reaction, Master. If Lao Junguan can't find the real murderer with a thunderous force, he will become a laughing stock in the arena, let alone unity. Holy Gate."

"The real murderer?" Kou Zhong was taken aback, "Isn't the murderer Song Que the Sky Saber?"

Song Xing shook his head: "Song Que is not the murderer, it's someone setting the blame and deliberately guiding our investigation direction, maybe the purpose is to make me and Song Que confront each other."

Kou Zhong couldn't figure it out: "Master, why did you judge that Song Que was not the murderer, and the clue to killing Zuo Youxian all pointed to the Song family."

Song Xing explained: "It was the knife on Zuo Youxian's body that made me judge that it was not Song Que who killed him. Beside Zuo Youxian's body, Youdao's slight footprint appeared next to his left foot."

Kou Zhong was shocked: "Could it be the footprints of the murderer?"

Song Xing said with a smile: "Don't think that Pi Chen and the others are just for nothing, if it is the footprint of a murderer, how could he not see it. That is Zuo Youxian's own footprint, but there is a slightly lighter one under that footprint. The footprints, slightly skewed, were covered by another footprint."

Kou Zhong blinked: "What does this mean?"

"It means that Zuo Youxian resisted before he died, and he even had time to make a change in the face of a move that killed him. Although he still died in the end, he didn't die from the murderer's first strike."

Song Xing said leisurely: "If I were to kill Zuo Youxian, one move would be enough!"

Xu Ziling's eyes lit up: "Master, what do you mean, Song Que is also a master of swordsmanship, if he really wants to kill Zuo Youxian, he only needs one move."

Song Xing nodded: "A child can be taught."

Kou Zhong also reacted: "Master, you pretended not to notice on purpose, just to confuse Pichen and them?"

"good."

"Since master, you think that one of the three of them is an inner ghost, why do you want to leave Laojun Temple?"

"If I don't leave, how will I give the people behind the scenes a chance to play tricks? If they don't dare to take action, how will they find them out."

After Song Xing finished speaking, he said to himself: "Among the three, who do you think is most likely to be the ghost?"

"Of course it's Pichen," Kou Zhong hurriedly said, "Don't forget, he was the first to tell that Zuo Youxian died under Song Que's saber technique."

Xu Ziling did not agree with the good brother's statement, "The news of the contact between the Song family and Wagang Village was provided by Mu Jiangyin, and he is also suspected. Although Liu Qingshan seems to be clearing Song Que, it may not be intentional. As the saying goes, all three of them are suspects.”

"Yes or no, it will come out when the time comes," Song Xing laughed, then turned to ask Kou Zhong: "If Wagangzhai really has a Heavenly Sword in command, are you afraid?"

Kou Zhong stared ahead and said boldly: "Let's wait for me, Mr. Zhong, to wipe the long knife, and I will meet the heroes of the world for a while, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

After Kou Zhong finished speaking, he turned his head and saw the strange gazes of Song Xing and Xu Ziling, and said with a sneer, "Isn't it because of the presence of Master that I'm being rude, haha."

The green trees are long in the dark summer, and the terrace reflects into the pond.

At the beginning of summer, everything is luxuriant, and there is still a bit of a summer scene. The sun is still shining in the first second, and the thunderstorm is coming in the next second.

In the pouring rain, three figures on horseback rushed out of the rain curtain and rushed forward along the main road. The sound of galloping horseshoes trampling on the rain was very messy.

"The weather is so bad, it will fall as soon as you say it. Master, I heard from the villagers that there seems to be a deserted temple in front. Let's go in to avoid the rain."

The steed galloped forward, and it was Song Xing, his master and his disciples. Kou Zhong reached out to wipe the rain off his face, turned his head and shouted loudly.

Since the three of them left Luoyang, they came all the way to Wagang Village, but when they approached Anyang, the sky suddenly changed, dark clouds covered the sky, and heavy rain poured down on their heads.

Hearing Kou Zhong's shout, Song Xing nodded slightly, and the three of them turned their horses and ran towards a ruined temple beside the main road.

The mountains are undulating, the mountain wind is bleak, the dilapidated mountain temple is leaking everywhere, the rain pours down in the dark night, and the ding-dong hits the roof, like evil spirits with teeth and claws wailing around the ruined temple.

The three of them came outside the temple, only to find that under the only intact eaves in front of the temple, a gorgeous carriage had already parked, and a dozen tall horses were tied to the stone pillars beside them, curled up and silent in the rain.

Song Xing sat on the horse, glanced at him, and said to Kou Zhong and the others in a deep voice, "Be careful."

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling followed Song Xing's gaze, and at the same time, his heart trembled. Between the dark bluestone slabs, a smear of bright red rainwater spread along the cracks in the stones, towards the outside of the temple.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at each other, and quickly followed Song Xing and got off the horse.

The gate of the temple was closing in, and looking through the broken window, the temple was pitch black, with no lights or human voices.

The night was heavy, and the entire mountain temple was like a beast crouching in the dark, with its big black mouth open, waiting for outsiders to step into it automatically.

Song Xing took a few steps forward, and came to the temple gate through the rain. After a few breaths of silence, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the pressing gate.

"Shh!"

The moment the door was pushed open, a long sword stabbed towards Song Xing's ribs silently in the darkness.

Song Xing's eyes didn't move, his right hand flicked across the sword lightly, the long sword shook violently, but tenaciously resisted Song Xing's swipe force, although it deviated from the direction and brushed past his body, it didn't fly out.

The man in the dark seemed to be taken aback. He adjusted his long sword with his backhand, drew an arc obliquely, and stabbed at Song again.

The sword wind was piercing, and the strength of the swordsman in the dark was beyond Song Xing's expectations. He had already stepped into the innate threshold. If it was Kou Zhong who came in, he would have lost his life immediately.

With a cold snort, Song Xing's right hand turned into gold, and he increased his strength and pointed directly at the tip of the sword. The long sword made of fine steel was shattered inch by inch under the huge force, and the swordsman in the dark groaned and staggered Then fell out.

(End of this chapter)