That afternoon, after lunch, Yan Buhuo brought a team of men over.

Some disciples from the clear realm were left to guard the mansion, and Su Su also stayed to visit her home, and the group set out.

There were three people sitting in the carriage, and some tea and snacks were also prepared in the carriage.

In addition to Lian Ying and Yan Buhuo, there is also a woman.

This woman's age is difficult to estimate only by looking at her face.

But the other party was so eye-catching that Lian Ying couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The carriage that was originally quite large was inevitably crowded because the woman sat inside.

The woman is named Chen Tingting, and she is Chen Daozhong's niece.

Chen Daozhong is in his eighties. Since he is a niece, he doesn't think he is young, but he is well maintained.

Although Yan Buhuo is the eldest disciple of the head, he is only the eldest disciple of this generation. When facing Chen Tingting, he should respectfully call him Senior Sister.

Chen Tingting's tendon flesh is very conspicuous, and the muscles bulging on her shoulders wrap her neck in the middle.

Just this neck is as thick as an ordinary woman's waist.

Looking at her arms again, the muscle lines were obvious, and even without force, they would collapse tightly and feel full of strength.

Her arms were thicker than Yan Bukuo’s thighs.

Especially the eight-pack abs on the belly is very eye-catching.

This inevitably reminded Lian Ying of the girls who had been clamoring to practice the vest line in her previous life.

Look at me, I have eight pack abdominal muscles, so why are you practicing the vest line? Hurry up and practice the abdominal muscles!

This strong muscle is even more exaggerated than Li Lunji who was beaten to death by Lian Ying.

With nearly two meters tall and huge body, even though Lian Ying sat next to her, she looked much more delicate.

It is not a problem to describe her as a tiger's back and bear's waist. On the contrary, only she can really reflect the meaning of this word.

Chen Tingting sat in the car without saying a word, just looked out the window quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

She was wearing it very cool. Although it was winter, she just wrapped her upper body in a long gray cloth on her chest twice.

With her muscular figure, it is inevitable that people will suspect that she is actually two solid pectoralis major muscles, not fat piles.

She was wearing a pair of numb pants under her lower body, which were also tightly damaged by the muscles.

Lian Ying was afraid that she would break her pants by accident, which would lead to the famous scene of her bleeding clothes appearing in front of her.

That picture, uh...

It was introduced before departure that Chen Tingting served as a deacon in the Qingxu Sword Sect.

But she didn't care about the matter, she was just a nominal deacon, holding the offerings from the sect.

But she didn't take it in vain. She had a cultivation level of the peak of her artistic realm, and was only one step away from the martial arts master.

She has solved three strange incidents since her debut, and she is considered to be experienced.

Moreover, most of the private fights between sects were solved by her.

Yan Buhuo was still a little awe of Chen Tingting and didn't dare to look at her.

Although she is a woman, her methods are notoriously ruthless. She never talks about nonsense when she can do things directly.

With her muscles, standing there alone is enough shock.

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As the sky gradually darkened, the convoy came to a small path among the fields.

Many villagers are still working in the field.

Although it has already started winter, there are still a lot of straw in the field. Now that the moisture has completely faded, they want to burn the straw.

The burned wood ash will be left in the fields. The fields will be cultivated in the next year, and these will become nutrients.

In the fields, there were several small fires everywhere, with blue smoke rising from it.

Some farmers secretly brought sweet potatoes from home and roasted them in the fire.

When the villagers saw the Qingxu Sword Sect passing by here, they would stop their work and say hello to them with a smile.

These villagers seem to be very familiar with the Qingxu Sword Sect and are not afraid of the other party carrying weapons.

"The village in front is the only one." Yan Buhuo pointed to the small village with smoke rising from a distance, and then explained: "On the days when the disciples in the inner sect go out to patrol, they will occasionally help them, and they will become familiar with each other."

At this time, a little girl ran over with a sweet smile on her face, holding a few sweet potatoes with black skin in her arms.

"This is for you to eat!" The little girl smiled sweetly.

The disciple of Qingxu Sword Sect smiled and reached out to scrape her little nose, but did not accept the roasted sweet potatoes.

This scene looks warm and harmonious, giving people the atmosphere, there is no feeling that something strange happened here.

Judging from the appearance of these villagers, they seemed to be completely unaware of this.

But the letter clearly stated that the whole village would make strange laughs from door to door at night.

It seemed that they didn't know what was going on at night.

Lian Ying asked Yan Buhu to get out of the car and ask for some information. After coming back, she shook her head.

"As sure you don't know?"

Lian Ying pondered and said, "Go to the village first, then find a place outside the village to set up camp, don't stay in the village overnight."

"Yes!" Yan Buhuo responded and told his disciples to continue rushing.

Although he did not understand Lian Ying's intention, he did not dare to disobey his uncle's words.

When the convoy entered the village, the villagers had already started cooking, and every household was filled with smoke.

The whole village looks quiet and peaceful, and the villagers talk and laugh when they meet, and it looks very harmonious.

But it is such a seemingly ordinary village that has swallowed up more than a dozen masters of the Qingxu Sword Sect who know the artistic realm!

Soon I passed by a big mansion, which was the only large mansion in the village.

The house is a bit dilapidated, the courtyard walls are covered with withered vines, and the walls are mottled and there are many cracks.

The courtyard was also very quiet, and there was no smoke rising from it. It was probably that the people inside had not started cooking.

The convoy soon arrived in front of the main entrance of the big mansion. The large gray wooden door was half open and half-closed. Some of the environment inside could be seen through the hollow crack of the door.

The dilapidated yard is full of withered weeds, several large bare trees with two bird nests on it.

The bird's nest was crooked and there was nothing inside.

The ground was filled with thick dead leaves, which looked very deserted and dilapidated.

As the convoy advances, the line of sight is also deviating.

There were a few lanterns hanging on the room in the center, which were shaking and covered in dust.

The wooden beams and pillars of the house were dry and cracked, and there were some traces of chopping on it.

There is a well in one corner of the yard, and there is a stone table next to the well.

A couple is sitting there having a meal with a child.

"No wonder I can't see the fireworks. It turns out that the fire has been turned off and I have started eating." Lian Ying thought to herself.

At this time, Yan Buhuo pointed to the mansion and said, "I heard from the villagers that the disciple who came to inspect lived here.

In order not to cause panic among the villagers, my question was also very obscure and did not mention the word missing.

But judging from the reactions of the villagers, they didn't seem to know that anyone was missing.

I only knew that someone had come and then disappeared. They just thought it was leaving, but they didn't know when they left.

If that person hadn't returned for a long time and had the idea, we wouldn't have found this."

When talking about this house, Yan Buhuo's face was not very good-looking, and it seemed very taboo.

Even Chen Tingting's expression changed even if she had never said it.

Lian Ying nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip, knowing in her heart.

After all, this house was where the disciples of the Qingxu Sword Sect lived before, and then the person disappeared.

Although it is not guaranteed that there must be something wrong with the house, things really start with moving here.

But now there is still a family of three sitting inside eating harmoniously, not like something has happened.

Lian Ying was very strange. If there were really ghosts in this village, why were these villagers doing nothing?

On the contrary, something happened to those disciples of the Qingxu Sword Sect.

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