Just because the Canglan Sect, which has always been well protected, is now like a sieve. As soon as night falls, a letter appears in the hands of each disciple on each peak. The letter is destroyed after reading it, leaving no trace.
The content of the letter was even more arrogant, causing waves among the disciples of all peaks.
However, when the disciple who was curious and wanted to join in the fun followed the address on the letter, he found that no one came to the appointment at all.
This message was like a tempting bait, tricking them in circles.
At this time, there is a purple bamboo forest on the mountain behind Qingjing Peak.
The cold wind blows late at night, the purple bamboo rustles and sways, and the snow falls faster than during the day, threatening to overwhelm everything.
Deep in the dense bamboo, Shi Qinghua has been waiting for a long time, leaning on a purple bamboo.
She had long hair shawl around her shoulders, and wore a long skirt with a dark green couplet and a long crimson jacket. She was exposed late at night, and Shi Qinghua's long and curly eyelashes were covered with crystal dew, which made her eyes even more sparkling.
moving.
Yawning slightly, Shi Qinghua retreated a little.
The letters received by the disciples from all the peaks tonight were all written by her. She couldn't guess who the murderer of Song Tianyang was hidden behind, so she thought of a way to defraud that person.
The content of the letter is very simple, nothing more than - I know you killed Song Tianyang, and I have the demonic insect as proof. If you don't want me to expose you, come here and meet me as soon as possible.
When making the message, Shi Qinghua was careful and left a false address, so that curious disciples who went to find out more would stop there when they found that the address was unoccupied.
Those who are truly evil and fearful of being exposed will recall the content of the letter, discover Shi Qinghua’s true address hidden in the letter, and find it here.
That man killed Song Tianyang at will, and secretly wanted to put the blame on himself. Shi Qinghua knew that the other man was not stupid.
But now that it was almost midnight and no one had come to keep the appointment, Shi Qinghua guessed that her strategy was probably a mistake, and the other party was more calm than she thought.
Shi Qinghua patted the snow on his body and turned to leave.
At this time, a cold light suddenly pierced from behind, and a sword suddenly appeared in the wind and snow, only reaching the teacher's back at Tsinghua University.
The tips of Shi Qinghua's ears moved slightly, and his back seemed to have eyes. He leaned back with one hand on the ground, avoiding the sharp sword, and only let the sword cut off a strand of black hair.
The crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting thousands of rays of silver light, accompanied by snowflakes flying. In the flying silver light, Shi Qinghua drew his sword and turned over to face the comer.
The two swords collided together, emitting golden sword flowers, and the two people facing each other in the air refused to admit defeat.
Shi Qinghua held the sword with both hands, but looked at the other party with burning eyes. The more he looked at him, the more frightened he became, and an idea came out of his mind.
The other person is a man, with a tall and tall body, like a tall bamboo. His face is covered with a silver full-face mask, only the smooth chin is slightly exposed. The hand holding the sword seems to have been delicately carved, and the fingers are slender.
The bones are distinct.
Suddenly, Shi Qinghua was forced to retreat to the ground, causing a splash of snow. Shi Qinghua turned around and pretended to run away, but the people behind him really came to chase him.
His speed was extremely fast, and Shi Qinghua could feel a hot chest pressed against her back, and at the same time, the other party's cold sword tip was also on her neck.
Shi Qinghua stopped, but the next moment he ignored the sword on his neck and turned around to pick off the opponent's silver mask with his sword.
The cold wind blew by, raising the strands of hair beside his ears. Shi Qinghua squinted his eyes and saw clearly the face under the moonlight.
The eyebrows fly into the temples, the eyes are as deep as deep pools, the bridge of the nose is high and the thin lips are slightly pursed.
If it’s not Xie Xian, then who is it?
Fortunately, she thought he was a pitiful little person, so she eagerly approached him to deliver the medicine, but the other party played her around.
Thanks to this person, the city is really not that deep. This chapter has been completed!