Song Qingshu rode his horse to the outskirts of the city again the next day, and bought some red candles and yellow paper from the incense paper shop to pay homage.

I came to the hill outside the ruined temple, quietly lit a candle on the small grave, and watched the pieces of yellow paper flying in the flames... Something seemed to appear in the faint light of the red candle.

The malnourished smiling face of cabbage.

It's just that the salted duck egg is completely rotten.

"Little girl, let me tell you something. The bully father and son who bullied you are both dead... If they still dare to bully you when they get down there, you don't have to be afraid, the Prince of Hell will take care of them...

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Song Qingshu smiled silly. He sat on the grave for a while and then slowly left on his horse.

Passing by Baicai's house, he took a distant look and saw that the Chaimen was still closed. He thought again of the little boy who bit him that night, and touched the scar on his wrist, which had not completely disappeared.

He shook his head. He couldn't say who should be blamed for this.

He had lunch at a small shop in the countryside and took a leisurely stroll around the countryside. By the time he returned to the city, it was almost dusk again.

The gate of the eastern suburb city was crowded with people, who turned out to be reading the newly posted obituaries.

Song Qingshu was about to get closer and take a look when he was suddenly pulled off his horse by someone and dragged to the corner. He was about to draw his sword when he saw the man stretched out his chubby hand and took his hand.

"Senior brother, it's me!"

It turns out to be Xuanxu.

"Mysterious!" Song Qingshu rolled his eyes and was about to speak when suddenly, a thin piece of paper was spread out in front of him.

The three characters "Wanted Order" are written in black and white on the paper, and there is a portrait below.

Upon closer inspection, the man in the portrait was well-dressed, handsome, and somewhat similar to himself.

Looking at the small print below, Song Qingshu was so shocked that he grabbed the wanted order and wiped his eyes——

"Holy crap, did you make a mistake? I'm wanted?"

The name under the portrait is really - Song, Qing, Shu.

"Colluded with the bandits of Baima Village, and conspired inside and outside to kill Daruhuachi and the manager?"

Looking at the description of the crime, Song Qingshu frowned and asked Xuanxu, "Chen Zhizhou has returned to the city? Go find him, he knows the truth..."

Xuanxu whispered: "It was he who issued the wanted order. Now all the officers and soldiers in Junzhou City are searching for suspicious persons. You should go back to Wudang quickly!"

Song Qingshu's heart sank, he had fallen into a trap! So was Chen Zhizhou going to cross the river and burn the bridge?

His mind was so confused at this time that he could no longer sort out the clues.

"Where are the others?" Song Qingshu asked, grabbing Xuanxu's shoulders.

"Chen Zhizhou only wanted you, Senior Brother Song. He said that you and the thief were working together inside and outside. I definitely didn't believe it. They announced the whole camp last night. I rushed back overnight, but I didn't see you in the tavern. So,

I will keep you here, and you indeed went to the suburbs..."

Song Qingshu had a hunch that he was here for him, not Wudang, otherwise the six of them should also be wanted.

He really wants to silence him!

"No, I can't leave, I have to go back to the tavern."

Song Qingshu suddenly thought of something in his house, and regretted that he was too lazy to burn it.

"Senior brother, what time has it been? Aren't you going to throw yourself into a trap when you go back?" Xuanxu said anxiously.

"Except for you, how did the other senior brothers react?" Song Qingshu asked.

"They don't believe this as much as I do, but I'm afraid they have all been controlled at this time." It was also Xuanxu who was worried about Song Qingshu and fled in advance, so he was able to come out and report the news.

"Okay, I understand." He was about to go to the outskirts of the city when he suddenly turned back and took out a letter from his arms.

"Xuanxu, if you can trust me, then find a way to take this letter back and give it to my father."

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he said "thank you" to Xuanxu, then chose a small road and rode away quickly.

When he arrived at the outskirts, he changed into a peasant boy's clothes and painted his face with plaster before sneaking into the city as it was getting dark.

After confirming that there was no ambush from the army around the Yuelai Pavilion, Song Qingshu climbed into the second floor of the pavilion using several protrusions in the darkness at the corner of the alley.

Although he doesn't know how to do light kung fu, he has been climbing rocks and trees in Wudang all year round, and he is also very agile.

He sneaked into his house quietly and could only slowly grope his way forward, regardless of lighting the lamp.

The two invitations were placed under the pillow on his bed. If Chen Zhizhou wanted to frame him, they were the best evidence.

Song Qingshu didn't know who sent these two invitations, but it could be seen that Chen Zhizhou had been carefully planning for a long time.

This Mingjiao disciple is extraordinary!

When he was about to reach the edge of the bed, Song Qingshu tripped over something and almost fell down.

He looked through the moonlight and almost screamed, it was a person!

Song Qingshu used his hand to feel his breath, he was dead!

Another frame-up?

Damn it, isn’t that post also...

Song Qingshu touched it and luckily the invitation was still there!

He put the two posts in his arms and was about to climb out of the window, but he had no time to pay attention to the dead man.

No matter who he is, it's all his fault anyway. Song Qingshu doesn't need to cover up anymore. As long as he returns to Wudang, he will be fine...

Just as he climbed out of the window, a man suddenly came in from the door. He was holding a lantern, looking at the open window, and was about to step forward to investigate. Suddenly, he saw the body on the ground again, and exclaimed "junior brother".

Only then did Song Qingshu hear the voice. This person was Chen Yuanjie.

Junior brother? Who is that corpse!

Song Qingshu quickly went down to the alley, but when he heard the voice of junior brother, he felt cold all over.

Chen Yuanjie rushed to the window, saw Song Qingshu's back, and shouted loudly, "Song Qingshu, you actually killed Junior Brother Feng! Don't run away..."

However, he shouted extremely loudly. The street was already quiet in the middle of the night, so when he shouted like this, many people heard the words "Song Qingshu killed Junior Brother Feng".

Song Qingshu had no time to take into account Chen Yuanjie's role, so he could only escape first.

If you stay at the scene, you will really have no excuses.

He felt that a web of conspiracy had been spread out towards him.

At Yuelai Station, the other four people came after hearing the news and saw the miserable appearance of Senior Brother Feng in Song Qingshu's room.

Chen Yuanjie was holding his body and crying bitterly.

"He was killed by Wudang swordsmanship with a sword that sealed his throat. With such a fast sword, even when people are not prepared, few people can do it." Hua Liluo analyzed rationally, then shook her head and said,

"But I don't believe it was Junior Brother Song who did it."

Zeng Xu also expressed disbelief, but Ling Xu remained silent.

But after all, they were brothers from the same sect, and now that they died tragically here, they all felt a little sad on their faces.

"Who else could he be?" Chen Yuanjie said with a cry, "When I came in, I saw him jumping through the window and escaping. I thought it must be Junior Brother Feng who came back first, but I didn't expect to bump into Song Qingshu."

"He definitely took advantage of Junior Brother Feng to relax his vigilance and launch a sneak attack. Who else could use such a fast sword besides him?"

Chen Yuanjie's words are also reasonable. Only Song Qingshu can do such a fast sword. After all, killing a living person silently is not something ordinary swordsmen can do.

They had all seen Song Qingshu's swordsmanship and knew that he had such strength.

"Could it really be him?" Everyone was suspicious, but they still couldn't believe it.

"There must be something fishy about this matter." Ling Xu suddenly said, "But the most urgent task is to deal with Senior Brother Feng's funeral first!"

No one expected that there would be so many troubles this time down the mountain, and that a core disciple would die here, and the murderer was even suspected to be the son of the leader! This incident has become a big deal!

On the other side, the officers and soldiers in the city were already on the move, and they were searching for Song Qingshu overnight.

At this time, the city gate has been closed, and Song Qingshu can only hide and hide in the alleys of the market. But he is not a light kung fu, and there will always be times when he is found in the streets and alleys.

"Quick, look ahead, we must catch the traitor!"

Song Qingshu stood close to the corner above the alley, and a row of soldiers passed by below. As long as one of them raised his head, he would be finished.

Fortunately, whether it was because the helmet was too heavy, none of the soldiers raised their heads.

After they were far away, Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!