When he woke up the next morning, Hu Qingpeng asked Xiaolan to inquire about the news about the Hengshan Sect to see if the head master and the others were still in Zhuzhou City? Half an hour later, Xiaolan rushed back to her residence and heard it before the sound of the person arrived: "Not good, no good! Young Master Hu, your uncle, senior brothers and sisters all left, they left Zhuzhou yesterday!"

Hu Qingpeng was shocked and shouted: "What? They are all gone?" Although he had expected it, once the guess in his heart was confirmed, he couldn't help but feel bitter and sad, and deep disappointment...

After all, it was abandoned alone in this strange place, and the taste was not good. It is estimated that Chen Tianlei and the others had no news about him for a long time and had no hope of whether he could survive, so they set off to Songshan. The trip was thousands of miles away. If they were delayed in a place for too long, they would not be able to attend the regular meeting of the alliance as scheduled. Hu Qingpeng also understood the thoughts of his classmates, but the feeling of being abandoned and ignoring him like a poisonous snake.

Xiaolan pouted and said with a grudge for him: "Hmph, your fellow disciples are so bad! Before you can figure out whether you are alive or dead, you hurriedly left Zhuzhou and left you alone. It's really selfish!"

Hu Qingpeng calmed down and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. It's not too late to catch up when my injury is cured! Moreover, if you are alone, you don't have to ask your elders for everything. It's a rare opportunity. Xiaolan, thank you for your hard work, thank you!" Since the leader and his party have already set out, it's useless to think about other things. Only by keeping the injury honestly can we strive to meet with our fellow disciples as soon as possible. Anyway, he still has a few silver notes in his arms, enough for his expenses on the road.

Xiaolan stared at her eyes and said in surprise: "No, right? You aren't angry with you like this?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "What's the use of being angry? It's useless and it's just a sacrificial injury. Besides, a man who is a real man will do things sooner or later. This time, I just gave me a chance to train. Even if no one is with me, I believe that I can overcome all difficulties and reach my destination smoothly."

Xiaolan looked at his confident appearance, and a touching brilliance flashed in her eyes. She suddenly laughed and said, "Young Master Hu, I admire you very much. She avoided the pursuit of Baiyun Sect masters such as Mu Rourou and Fan Xueying. Even if she was abandoned by her fellow disciples, she never lost her confidence. No wonder our elders value you so much."

Hu Qingpeng was startled and hurriedly said, "Xiaolan, don't talk nonsense. Your elders are above the top. How could they respect me? If she hears it, I will be miserable!"

Xiaolan burst into laughter and said, "Are you afraid of our elders? Don't worry, she has gone out to do business long ago. You'd better hurry up and heal us, we might have to leave here."

Hu Qingpeng didn't want to inquire about the movements of the people in the Demon Sect, so he kept silent. He immediately sat cross-legged and entered into a state of forgetting things and self. After this battle, he found that his meridians had widened a lot. During the breathing and breathing, the two alien true qi in his body began to slowly and evenly merge into the dantian, one cold and one hot, and when they blended with each other, they brought a warm and comfortable feeling. These two true qi had been in his body for five years, and had been

He was suppressed by him, and he tried to refine them until his true qi was strong enough in recent years. Unfortunately, the progress was very slow. This time his duel with Fan Xueying can be said to be a survival in death. Under tremendous pressure, he accidentally condensed the three true qi into one and used a killing move that exceeded his own limit. Now the crisis has passed, and although the three true qi are separated as before, there is already a chapter to follow when absorbing and refining, it is naturally much easier.

Hu Qingpeng was fascinated by the feeling of comfort brought by refining alien true qi. Every time he absorbed a little bit of alien true qi, the true qi he cultivated became stronger. As one of them grew and the other grew, his true qi flowed faster and faster, widening his meridians, and he was floating in the air. I wonder how many cycles of the true qi had been circulating, Hu Qingpeng felt that the two alien true qi had been refined by one fifth, and the true qi in the dantian was filled, so he collected the energy and nourished the spirit, and slowly opened his eyes.

It was pitch black outside the window. Before he knew it, it was already late at night, and it was quiet around him. Hu Qingpeng laughed silently. He had been in a state of meditation for a whole day. It was something he had never seen before. He turned his sight and suddenly saw his sword and a black and white porcelain bottle on the table. Under the porcelain bottle was a piece of white paper, and he wrote several lines of fly-headed small calligraphy. He jumped up inexplicably, jumped out of bed, and grabbed the white paper. After reading it carefully, he realized that it was the note left by Yi Wufeng to him. It turned out that Yi Wufeng found that Baiyun Sect and his party suddenly left Zhuzhou, and where they were unknown, so he personally led someone to follow and monitor, and even Xiaolan took it away. When she left, she couldn't bear to wake Hu Qingpeng up, but she left behind the magic sect secretly to help him treat his internal injuries.

Hu Qingpeng felt mixed feelings after reading the notes. He didn't expect that they would walk so quickly that they didn't even have time to say goodbye. He looked around the empty room, and felt lonely fatigue. He walked out of the room, looking up at the sad night sky of the cold moon, as if he saw the stunning face of the feng silhouette, the heroic figure of her sword dancing, and the moving expression of her shame and anger. The sea of ​​people is vast, and when we part at this time, we don't know when we will meet again. He felt that he had lost something when he fell to the ground. He listened to the sound of waves slamming the shore, and it seemed that it was difficult to fall asleep tonight!

The next day, Hu Qingpeng reluctantly left the small courtyard by the river. He inquired all the way and found the mansion of Meng Zhengnan. In Zhuzhou City, only Meng Zhengnan knew the itinerary of Chen Tianlei and others best. He had to know the situation from this uncle, so as not to go in the wrong direction when he was on the road and never catch up with his fellow students in Hengshan.

At first, the Meng Mansion seemed to be no different from when he first visited the door, but the door was closed and there was no one in the mansion. Hu Qingpeng knocked on the door for a long time, but no one agreed. He frowned and thought, "It's not that coincidental, right?" As soon as his master and his wife left, something happened to the Meng Mansion? Walk along the wall to the backyard, and look around, no one noticed it. He gently stretched his breath and leaped over the wall.

Before he could jump to the ground, he smelled the strong smell of blood in the air. He couldn't help but sink in his heart. He pulled out his sword to guard. The backyard was also quiet, like a cemetery, with a bit of gloomy and weirdness. After walking a few steps, he suddenly saw a servant's body lying on the corner of the wall. His head was broken, and the pool of blood under him was black and thick, attracting countless green-headed flies. It was probably two or three hours since he died.

Hu Qingpeng unconsciously held the hilt of the sword tightly, and cold sweat began to ooze out of his palm. Could it be that all the Meng Mansion were poisoned? The attacking enemy even had to kill the servants who did not understand martial arts. The fate of the others could be imagined. He searched all the way and saw that all the wings were forcibly knocked open. Blood and corpses were everywhere in the room. Most people were killed in their sleep before they could call for help. The perpetrator was cruel and cold. No corpse was intact, and his limbs and flesh were splattering around. Even Hu Qingpeng, who had seen too many scenes of the dead, felt vomiting when he stood in the room.

In the largest bedroom, Hu Qingpeng found Meng Zhengnan's body, and there was a middle-aged beauty beside him. The woman was plump and fair, with her facial muscles twisted in pain, her skin was covered with red claw marks and wounds bitten by wild beasts, and her lower body was in a mess. It was obvious that she had been brutal and abused before her death. Just looking at her expression, you can imagine her despair and fear at that time.

Hu Qingpeng was both sad and angry. Who did such a despicable thing? Is it the Demon Sect? The Baiyun Sect? Or the World Alliance? I couldn't bear to see the woman's body exposed so much, so I took the clean sheets on the bed and covered her body.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a fierce sound of ramming the door from the front yard, mixed with the noise of the crowd. Hu Qingpeng jumped out of the room, jumped up to the branch, and saw a group of people breaking open the closed door and pouring into the Mongolian Mansion in a distance. The leader was actually several constables. Hu Qingpeng thought for a moment and understood the truth. Perhaps the residents nearby found out that the situation in the Mongolian Mansion was abnormal and reported the case to the government, so they rushed in. He didn't want to be wanted by the government as a murder suspect, and also knew that the murderer would not stay at the scene. He quietly jumped down the treetops, climbed up the wall along the road, and ran towards the city gate immediately. Such a shocking case occurred in the city. If he didn't take advantage of the early departure, he would be afraid that he would not get out of here again. Moreover, such a deep blood hatred must be told Chen Tianlei, and the head of the sect decided how to investigate the culprit. He was powerless.

Hu Qingpeng mingled in a team of business travelers and left the north gate. After traveling for more than ten miles, climbed over several hills, completely leaving Zhuzhou City behind.

Zhuzhou and Changsha are not far away, and merchants on the road travel and travel, and many martial arts practitioners rushed to Changsha. Seeing that most of them were fierce and rude, Hu Qingpeng knew that they were gangsters who attended Zeng Zhixiong's birthday party in the World Association, so he stayed away from them and deliberately stayed away from these people in the martial arts world.

At about noon, a small town appeared in front of him. There were restaurants and wine shops on the side of the road. Every family was prosperous and very lively. Pedestrians from south to north basically fought here to rest. There were various trucks and carriages outside the shops. Some people simply set up stalls and bartered on the spot. Seeing that every shop was full of people, Hu Qingpeng was too lazy to grab tables with strangers. He bought a few buns casually and continued on the way. While walking, he suddenly heard the loud shouts and noises coming from a hotel next to the road, and then started fighting. A figure flashed, a big man in yellow flew up and fell heavily in the middle of the street. A red palm print was clearly printed on his right cheek.

As the number of people who have been to Changsha has suddenly increased in the past few days, there are often fighting scenes, and everyone is no longer surprised. Let him fight to the death, and you can do whatever you should do, as long as you don’t get involved. At this time, seeing another good show begin, the people in the town are not only not panic, but on the contrary, they gather around and whisper.

The big man in yellow had a scarlet eye. He turned over and got up. He pulled out the steel knife from his waist and danced wildly, roaring: "**, I'm fighting with you!" Before he finished speaking, a whistling wind sounded loudly. A short arrow passed through the blockade of the steel knife and nailed it to his right shoulder to the point of his right shoulder. He screamed, and the steel knife fell to his feet, and the wound was bleeding. A cold and pleasant voice came from the store: "If you dare to speak dirty again, I will kill your dog with the arrow! Get out!" The big man in yellow had a pale face, knowing that he was far from his opponent, so he lowered his head and ran away in shame. The onlookers sneered and pointed at his back.

Hu Qingpeng was shocked. The sound and style of the short arrow were so familiar to him that it was actually a "heart-piercing arrow"! Six years ago, on the way to escort Yin Tianyun back to Hengshan, because he did not understand martial arts, Yin Tianyun gave him an extremely powerful hidden weapon, "heart-piercing arrow" to defend against the enemy. He relied on this hidden weapon to protect himself, and he escaped from death several times and shot several people. Later, when he broke up with Li'er, he gave the arrow box that fired the heart-piercing arrow as a token, and he never saw such a killing weapon that was blood-sealed. Today, the heart-piercing arrow reappeared here, wouldn't it mean that Li'er was nearby?

Although he didn't know why the power of the heart-piercing arrow was not as powerful as before, and he did not kill the man in yellow on the spot, the speed, power and special style of the short arrow were definitely not wrong. Li'er's charming and innocent smile appeared in his mind, remembering the oath he had made when he parted, and a warm current surged in his chest, and his hands trembled with excitement. After six years of separation, the little girl of that year should have grown into a girl, right? I wonder if she had inherited her mother's natural beauty? I wonder if she still remembers her "brother"? In a trance, he seemed to see another beautiful girl snuggling beside him and shouted sweetly: "Brother Xiao Mao!"

Hu Qingpeng reached into his arms, held the jade pendant that Lier gave him when she was leaving, and couldn't help but smile. In the past few years, no matter where he went, he always treasured this great jade pendant. I didn't expect to see its old owner today. It's really a place where we meet in life! He raised his sleeves to wipe the dust from his face, and walked into the store excitedly.

The hotel is also full of guests. Most of the diners are coming out to explore the world at first sight, while a small number are passing by business people. After a brief fight just now, the store returned to normal noisy. Drinking, punching, and accents from all over the place made people swell. Hu Qingpeng glanced around his eyes and instantly saw the various people in the store clearly. Except for those ordinary people, there were four nuns carrying long swords on the right side of the door. Then there were a pair of young men and women in white clothes. There were three tables of yelling heroes on the left. Two of them were hot-shaped women, who were fighting with the men beside him without changing their faces, and they were full of wildness.

Hu Qingpeng frowned slightly. Who among these women is Li'er? Of course, it is definitely not the two sluts who are fighting for wine. The young man and woman look about twenty years old. The man is strong and powerful, the woman is beautiful and slim, and her expression is as close as a couple. It is obviously older than Li'er several years ago, so it is unlikely that she will be left. The only four nuns are left. Could it be that Li'er has become a monk? Thinking that Li'er will see through the world and will always be with the ancient Buddha of Qinglanterns, he seems to have been punched hard in the chest, and his eyes are black and he can't breathe.

Hu Qingpeng calmed down and looked at the four nuns carefully. The older one was about thirty years old and the younger one was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Although everyone had beautiful faces, they were still a distance from the standards of beauty. Li'er's mother was a princess of the Yuan Dynasty. She was once recognized as the number one beauty in the martial arts world. Her face was unparalleled. Her daughter should be a beautiful woman when she grew up.

The woman in white saw Hu Qingpeng's strange behavior after entering the store, staring at the nuns blankly, and couldn't help but feel contempt. She snorted coldly, and said to the man beside her: "Brother, the scum in the martial arts world is becoming more and more shameless. She actually wants to make the monk's idea in broad daylight!"

She deliberately raised her voice, and the whole hotel could hear it clearly, and everyone's eyes shot over, surprised, curious, contempt, doubtful... all kinds of expressions were included. The originally lively hotel suddenly fell and heard.

Hu Qingpeng was embarrassed. Facing the warm gazes of everyone, he wanted to find a hole to hide it. He knew that he had caused someone else's misunderstanding in an impatient manner, so he quickly defended himself: "No, I don't..."

The four nuns' faces changed color at the same time. The oldest slapped the table and interrupted him, "You, a dog thief who is not very eyed, dare you be so rude. Are you tired of living? Pomni Emei Jingchen, today I want to practice the way for heaven and cut off your dog's eyes!"

Hu Qingpeng was shocked. Jingchen was the top ten disciples of the Emei Sect. He was known for his jealousy and his sword skills. He had heard from the elders of the master sect mentions and said hurriedly: "Sister Jingchen, you misunderstood! I am Hu Qingpeng, a disciple of Hengshan Sect. I came here just to find an old friend I hadn't seen for many years. I absolutely had no other intentions!"

"Dang" a porcelain bowl fell to the ground.

Jingchen was slightly stunned and sneered, "Who knew what you said was true or false? There are so many scammers in the world these days, I hope you are not one of them!" After that, he suddenly stood up, and the sword light flashed. He didn't know when he had drawn his sword in his hand and stabbed it in his chest. This move was the killing move of Emei Sect, "Buddha Light Ruyi". The long sword swept thousands of silver threads to confuse the enemy's sight, but the real fatal blow was hidden and not released, waiting for the enemy to reveal its defensive flaws.

"Okay!" Hu Qingpeng shouted softly and retreated with his left foot. The long sword used attack as the defense, using Hengshan Sect's unique move "Silver Hook Feiyue", and stabbed into the opponent's sword net, accurately finding the target. With a sound of sound, the two swords intersected, and the two were shocked at the same time, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

Jingchen's long sword was closed, and nodded slightly and said, "It's indeed the authentic Hengshan sword technique! I didn't expect that among the younger generation of Hengshan disciples, you are an outstanding figure like you!" The other three nuns saw Hu Qingpeng and his senior sister tied, looked at him curiously and eager to try.

Hu Qingpeng said modestly: "Where is Senior Sister Jingchen's award!" Just as she was about to ask her to answer her questions, she suddenly heard someone shouting tremblingly: "Brother Xiao Mao!"
Chapter completed!