He quietly walked around to the back of the house where Bai Ri and Wei Hong had paid homage and where the coffins were placed, and observed carefully. He saw a narrow and inconspicuous wooden door on the side of the house near the backyard, probably
It is opened for the convenience of people in the house. What makes Qiao Xianyong deeply gratified is that the wooden door does not seem to be locked. At least from the outside of the house, there is no chain around it.
Qiao Xianyong tried his best to touch the wooden door without making any sound. He first put his ear against the door and listened for a while. The forest was extremely quiet at night, and there was no sound in the house. Because the room where the coffin was placed was between the room where the four teenagers rested.
They were separated by the main room, so even the sound of the young man snoring and breathing was not heard.
Qiao Xianyong rarely did this kind of overt and covert investigation. At this time, he felt his heartbeat speeding up and beads of sweat dripping from nervousness on his forehead. Under the clear moonlight, he tremblingly stretched out his right hand and gently pushed the wooden door.
Under Qiao Xianyong's slow push, the wooden door opened a shallow crack and made an unusually slight "squeaking" sound. Qiao Xianyong's arm did not feel any resistance.
Isn't this wooden door unlocked inside the house?
Qiao Xianyong couldn't help but cheer up when he thought about this. Come to think of it, in this barren mountain and wilderness, it didn't seem like there was anything precious hidden in this house. It was probably common for the house to be left open at night.
Qiao Xianyong continued to push the wooden door extremely slowly until a crack was opened enough for him to enter sideways.
The furnishings in the room were no different from when he came in during the day. There was a well-crafted coffin placed in the middle, and there was nothing else. The coffin was well maintained, and the moonlight shone in through the window.
The paint on the surface is slightly reflective.
Although Qiao Xianyong was bold, he couldn't help but feel a little scary being in the same room with a coffin in the deep mountains.
He walked around to one end of the coffin, bowed deeply first, and said silently in his mind, "Mr. Wen, this junior Qiao Xianyong would like to apologize to you in advance, and please forgive me for my disrespect."
In fact, Qiao Xianyong was worried. He didn't know how long Mr. Wen, the miracle doctor, had been dead. If it was a skeleton, how could he tell whether it was Mr. Wen? But he didn't have time to think that even if there was still a lifelike corpse in the coffin, he
I don’t know this miracle doctor, so I don’t know how to distinguish between true and false. It’s just that I was extremely nervous and didn’t have time to think of this level.
After bowing, Qiao Xianyong seemed to feel a little better. He gingerly stretched out his hands to push the coffin lid.
Unexpectedly, the coffin was extremely heavy. Qiao Xianyong had no internal strength and could only push it with all his strength. The coffin lid did not move at first, but then, probably because of the increasing force, it slowly opened a long and narrow gap.
After a gap was pushed open, it became easier to move the lid. After a while, Qiao Xianyong moved the coffin lid halfway. He stopped his hands and looked into the coffin.
Unexpectedly, despite the help of the moonlight, because the coffin was high and deep, it was not possible to see clearly what was going on inside. Qiao Xianyong had no choice but to stick his head halfway into the coffin.
This sight only shocked Qiao Xianyong.
It was empty! There was nothing inside! Qiao Xianyong's eyes widened, but no matter how he looked, there was nothing inside. Not to mention there were no corpses, not even a rag or stone!
The candlelight in the room suddenly lit up. As soon as Qiao Xianyong stood up straight, he saw four young men, neatly dressed and holding weapons in their hands, already surrounding him! Although he didn't know whether it was opening the door or opening the coffin that disturbed this person.
A few teenagers, but they must have been prepared.
The faces of the four young men were gloomy, but the weapons they held in their hands were unusual. Qiao Xianyong glanced around in panic and saw Xi'er in purple clothes with five palms open, and each finger was holding a shining silver needle;
Cai'er in yellow clothes holds a short knife in each hand. It is a short knife, but it is shaped like a sickle. His holding method is also very strange, with his index finger resting on the back of the knife; Faer in green clothes holds a sharp weapon in his right hand.
Blade, this weapon is very much like a clip, with two sharp coppers connected at one end; Gong'er in scarlet clothes is holding a copper ring as thick as his wrist, which seems to be engraved with Bagua patterns. The four teenagers are standing on each side.
He stood still in the room and stared coldly at Qiao Xianyong.
Gong'er spoke first, "Young Master Qiao broke into a private house at night, what advice do you have?"
Qiao Xianyong knew that he was in the wrong first, so he blushed, straightened his neck and replied, "Why do you guys deliberately deceive me?" He pointed at the coffin and said, "There is no corpse in this coffin, where is Mr. Wen?"
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Cai'er's temper was even more irritable. In addition, Qiao Xianyong tapped an acupuncture point on his waist during the day, and now he still felt sore in his legs and even more angry. He waved the short knife in his hand and said angrily, "Gong'er, there is no need to talk to this scoundrel. Today
If you don’t make him suffer a little, it’s hard to relieve his anger!”
Qiao Xianyong knew that he was in danger at this time, and his master didn't know where he was, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go first. With a "swish" sound, he pulled out the ink sword he was wearing from his back and performed the starting move of the Eighteen Swords of Songyan.
Although the moves were laid out, Qiao Xianyong was secretly beating the drum in his heart. He didn't know how good the four people's martial arts were. Although he succeeded in a few moves against Cai'er and Xi'er during the day, he didn't panic because his master was by his side. At this time, the four people joined forces.
, I don’t know how dangerous it is. Without the help of internal strength, it seems that I can only win by the exquisiteness of martial arts. Qiao Xianyong planned in his heart that as long as he could escape from this house, it was dark and dangerous in the mountains and forests, and the four people might not be able to catch him.
Qiao Xianyong looked around the four of them. He judged that Faier might be younger, so he decided to use Faier as a breakthrough point to strike first. As soon as his mind moved, Qiao Xianyong stabbed Faier's position with the ink sword in his hand.
Little did they know that as soon as he moved his sword, the four young men sang in unison: "Yin and Yang merge into one, earth and heaven are peaceful, and water and fire combine to form Qi."
Qiao Xianyong was startled, and withdrew his sword again, watching intently how the four young men would attack.
I heard Gong'er shouting "Lie He Zhen!" and saw the feet of the four teenagers flashing quickly. Fa'er, Cai'er, and Xi'er each stood in a position, forming a Pythagorean shape, sandwiching Qiao Xianyong in the middle.
Gong'er stood in the middle of the string, staring at him fiercely.
Qiao Xianyong never understood the hidden meaning of this formation. He launched the Sixth Style of the Eighteen Swords of Pine Smoke, "Breeze and Falling Leaves". He raised the sword on the left to strike, and lifted the sword on the right to stab. His body rotated rapidly like a top, only to see the ink sword.
Pointed stars are everywhere, like leaves falling in the wind, rising high and falling, floating up and down, making it dazzling.
I heard Xi'er praise, "Good swordsmanship! Brothers, start the formation!"