Xi'er looked at Cai'er with a strange look, which made Qiao Xianyong suspicious again. Could there be something hidden in this coffin?

After the two of them paid their respects, the young man with the red ribbon seemed quite calm, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you both for coming to express your condolences. Since I never entertain outsiders, I didn't prepare any drinks, so I didn't leave any food for you two. The weather was dark.

Morning, you two please help yourself."

The four teenagers sent the master and apprentice Qiao Xianyong, who were full of doubts, out of the door and closed the wooden door tightly again.

Qiao Xianyong and Wei Hong walked out of the small fenced courtyard and stood under a locust tree. Wei Hong asked slowly, "Xianyong, what do you think?"

Qiao Xianyong thought for a moment and said, "Master, I suspect there is still a fraud. Although everything seems to be as the young man said, Mr. Wen, the miracle doctor, has passed away, I still feel that there is something weird. I think they have something to hide."

Wei Hong did not confirm or deny Qiao Xianyong's idea. He said "hmm" and said, "Xianyong, you have your own opinion. I am very pleased to be my teacher." He patted Qiao Xianyong's shoulder and continued, "Why?

The master just remembered that there are still important things to do in Guang'an Town today. You stay here first, find a way to find out the truth, and come back when you go for the master."

Wei Hong left immediately and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Qiao Xianyong knew his master's character and never said much, so he was very calm.

Now that the master has said this, what should we do next? Qiao Xianyong wanted to get out of the sight of these houses first, and then make plans.

The sun was scorching, so he walked for half an hour and came to the depths of the forest. He found a rock, took out the dry food from his sack, and ate it like chewing wax.

The trees in this forest are dense, and although the midday sun is strong, most of it is blocked by the tree canopy. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves in bits and pieces, dotting the overgrown ground like diamonds.

The surrounding environment made Qiao Xianyong feel very comfortable, as if he had returned to the Wushan Valley. At that time, he practiced martial arts every day, followed Qing Kui to the valley to see the scenery, and his heart felt clear. Although he was lonely, there was nothing like this.

In the human world, just a few days after returning, I watched several dramas filled with joys and sorrows.

I don't know where my senior sister Ye Muxin is now. Qiao Xianyong remembered that one day when he talked to his master about his senior sister, he was worried that his senior sister was alone and helpless and didn't know where he was living.

He remembered that his master said at that time, "Emotional matters are the most unreasonable. Some people are very easy to get into trouble, and many people don't take it seriously. But there is only one thing, that is, no one else can interfere."

He still remembered his master's comment about his sister, "Although Mu Xin is a woman, her temperament is as strong as any man in the world. Moreover, she has been very talented since she was a child and has already practiced top-notch martial arts. In terms of martial arts, ordinary people in the world,

She is no match for her at all. It’s a pity that the competition in the world is often not about martial arts, but about people’s hearts.”

The master also said lonely, "Mu Xin really needs more experience, so that her martial arts can become more refined, and her scheming can become wiser and braver. This can only be understood by her through continuous failures in adversity, but not by me on the Broken Moon Cliff.

I can teach her." After saying that, he looked at himself with an incomprehensible expression and added, "The same goes for you. If you don't eliminate evil, you won't know what evil is."

What does master mean? Does he not care about his senior sister? Qiao Xianyong suddenly thought of this. Will the master no longer care about him from that day on? It was easy to say at the bottom of Wugu Valley, but now he is in this turbulent world of mortals.

In the midst of this, where should I go?

Qiao Xianyong thought blankly for a while, but he couldn't think of an ugly person. Although he had no internal skills to practice, he also practiced sitting for a while according to his usual habit. Time seemed to pass very quickly, the sun was setting in the west, and dusk was already sinking.

The darkness in the woods came faster. Qiao Xianyong stood up, stretched his legs and feet, and walked towards the cabin in the forest.

After walking for a while, Qiao Xianyong saw that candlelight was already lighting up in the hut. He stood still and looked around, but saw no sign of his master. It was a long journey to and from Guang'an Town, and his master probably had not returned yet.

Qiao Xianyong remembered his instructions and Master's Chun Chun teachings, and decided to visit secretly first to see if there was anything strange.

Although he had lost his internal strength, he no longer had any light skills to speak of. But Qiao Xianyong's martial arts foundation of long-term martial arts practice, walking lightly, and holding his breath was still very solid. He tiptoed around the back of the courtyard and squatted under the eaves of the candle-lit hall window.

, he very carefully poked a hole in the window paper with his fingers and looked inside.

I saw that the four people had changed into homely clothes and were sitting around the table to eat.

Qiao Xianyong recognized the two teenagers sitting in the direction facing him, they were Xi'er and Cai'er. Xi'er was wearing a purple short coat, with a purple ribbon still tied on her head. Cai'er's clothes at this time were also the same color.

In line with the ribbon on his head, it is a goose-yellow robe.

The two people with their backs to him were wearing a vermilion jacket and the other was wearing a dark green gown. I think the person in the vermilion gown was the steady young man who sent them out in the morning.

Qiao Xianyong saw the boy in a scarlet jacket put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and said, "Why didn't you see Monk Qingyun today?"

Xi'er said with a smile, "Gong'er, why do you still call him a monk? He doesn't look like a monk at all."

Monk Qingyun sounded familiar to Qiao Xianyong. By the way, he was the weirdo that Master chased away when he went up the mountain. Qiao Xianyong still remembered that he was the chief Zen master of the Southern Shaolin School. Sure enough, Monk Qingyun was in the same group as them.

Gong'er, who was dressed in scarlet clothes, said seriously, "Xi'er, don't joke. Monk Qingyun has a miserable life experience. It's too unkind for us to make fun of him."

However, Xi'er said unconvinced, "Gong'er, you said this monk is miserable. Who among the people who come to us for medical treatment is not miserable? The few people who were actually taken in and treated by Mr. Wen were even more miserable. I

Look, Monk Qingyun is probably the 82nd most miserable person here."

The young man in dark green robes spoke, his voice was clearer, and he seemed to ask with great interest, "Xi'er? Why is it number eighty-two? Was this arranged by Mr. Wen?"

Xi'er had a proud look on her face, shook her head and said, "Faier, you don't understand this. This ranking is my Xi'er's worst ranking."

Cai'er, who had been melancholy next to her, couldn't help but laugh out loud, reached out and poked Xi'er on the arm, and said, "What a miserable list, you just love to talk nonsense. If Mr. Wen knows, I think you will too

I’m going to be on the worst list.”
Chapter completed!