Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

In fact, when Bei Ming said that, Wen Baixu in the boy's mind was already spinning rapidly. Now he finally understood what was going on. No wonder he was so angry.

But when he said the next sentence, he suddenly had an idea.

"Hey! Let me help you. At least we can't embarrass Bei Ming, right?"

The young man lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the man kneeling on the ground with a determined look on his face, and replied in his mind: "Then what do you want to do?"

Suddenly a dizziness swept through the boy's mind. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and he murmured, "Of course, this is the way to do it."

Then there was the opening scene

"Ahem! I... can, but it's not what you call... Bingyu Pavilion, but a folk tune. I don't know why the Qingxinyin you mentioned is similar to it..."

Before the young man finished speaking, he heard the man below him looking at him with a smile, raising his hand and saying, "Everyone heard it, right? He said a folk tune instead of Qingxinyin. Master Beifeng, please don't be fooled."

Bei Ming glanced at him indifferently, but said nothing. He just glanced at the people in the hall.

On the high hall, the two men looked at each other, and the middle-aged man flicked his finger and freed the man in the air. The young man fell down with screams, but there was no sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The young man opened his tightly closed eyes, and what he saw was Bei Ming, whose face was pale. He smiled at him and put him on the ground.

"Master uncle, why did you let him go?"

The man shouted with a ferocious look in his eyes, without any respect for an outer sect member.

The middle-aged man raised his chin slightly and looked at him disdainfully, then hummed slowly, which made the person below shut up.

The staggering young man staggered to the center with Bei Ming's support and looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and in an instant, a flute-like object fell into his hand. His majestic voice came from the hall.

"Come on, let's see what kind of folk tune it is that Bei Ming calls it Qing Xin Yin, and this thing cannot be played by ordinary people."

Everyone stared at the person in the middle.

The young man gently stroked the object in his hand, looked at Bei Ming solemnly, raised the flute gently and placed it under his lips, took a deep breath, and silently recited a few words in his heart. A melodious and pleasant sound spread from the center.

The sound was as pleasant as the chirping of birds in the early morning, and at other times as refreshing as the clear and cold spring water.

It was just one song, but everyone was still not satisfied. The young man in the middle who was holding the flute slowly put it down, looked at the middle-aged man sincerely, put the flute in his open palm, and looked at him without saying a word.

The middle-aged man seemed to have just come to his senses. He waved his sleeves and took the thing from the young man's hand and said, "Where did you learn this sound?"

The young man shook his head and said, "My disciple said this is a folk tune, only known to the locals, and has nothing to do with Qingxinyin, so this can't be considered stealing."

Everyone was talking about it, but those who had said he stole the knowledge shut up.

The person next to him supported his shaky body and looked at the man, "Now you admit that he can do it, and he is even better than you. Do you have any reason to argue?"

Looking into Bei Ming's eyes, the man blinked viciously, and then said: "That doesn't prove that he is not a demon. Besides, when he was in the Demon Realm, how could a person who has not yet reached the Qi training stage come out unscathed?"

"That's because I saved him..."

Bei Ming said righteously and looked at the person on the platform.

The young man next to him pulled him back, implying that he didn't want him to speak.

Bei Ming shook his head and looked at him stubbornly.

The middle-aged man on the high hall looked into his eyes and immediately said, "Bei Ming, do you know that if you intervene without permission, his achievements at that time will be invalidated?"

Bei Ming nodded, but looked at the man without changing his expression. He smiled contemptuously, pointed at the man and said, "What if someone deliberately leads us to harm our disciples?"

Before that person could speak, the person on the high platform looked at the two people below the stage with a serious face, but did not speak immediately, just motioned for him to speak first.

Bei Ming nodded slightly towards the people on the platform, signaling Yu An to bring up

Yu An nodded, flipped his palm, and a ball of light appeared in front of everyone. After the light, a man and a woman appeared in front of everyone.

"Huayu..." "Lime"

Everyone was shocked. Both of them were tied up with their hands and feet, sitting on the ground.

The man couldn't help but get angry, "What do you mean by this? Why did you tie up my outer sect disciple here? And isn't that the proprietress of the inn at the foot of the mountain? And..."

He retracted his bloodshot eyes and looked at a woman standing on the stairs behind him.

Bei Ming was not in a hurry when he saw this. He just stood up slowly and bowed to the middle-aged man, saying, "Uncle Master, I am helpless in doing this because I have found out that these two people are involved with the Demon King Family and are related to my case. So I tied them up here without asking for permission. Please forgive me, Uncle Master."

The middle-aged man frowned, pointed at the two men with an unhappy look, and asked them to continue.

Seeing this, Bei Ming quickly spoke up: "You mean she is the proprietress of the inn at the foot of the mountain, and she is close to me so she would not do such a thing, and I would not do such a thing to her, and your eldest disciple is even more innocent, and was wronged, right?"

The man was about to nod when he saw Bei Ming raise his lips slightly and said

"Then you know that these two people have already been turned, and why that beautiful lady appeared there? It was also the work of your disciple, who tipped off the person."

"No.....Absolutely impossible"

The man looked at the person on the ground in disbelief. Just as he was about to move forward, he was stopped by Bei Ming.

"Listen to me. This matter started from before the war when I entrusted my child to someone else. I gave the child to the innkeeper's wife and asked her to take him back to Qingyun Sect. But she made him stay in the outer sect in an unclear way and raised him to be an ordinary person with no cultivation. But during the trial, she brought him into the Demon Realm. In fact, I have always been puzzled. Since he was exiled here, why didn't they keep him hidden and let him live a mediocre life, but..."

"That's why..."

The man on the high palace gradually frowned, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and looked towards Bei Ming with wide eyes.

"They want to lure me in, and use me as a half-sky fox to unlock the seal of the Demon Cave and even the seal of Yinhui Mountain."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and couldn't help but chatter.

The man looked at Bei Ming without giving up and said, "That's possible... He was deceived."

Bei Ming smiled and glanced at him sideways, looking into his eyes on the high platform. "Now there is a Liuli Pavilion in the world. The disciples have been tracking it down and finally found out that they are related to the Monster King Family. It is reliably known that the Pavilion Master is the general of the Monster King Family - Qingyu, and the two of them have had many contacts with the beautiful lady that day, and have deceived most of the disciples to serve as food for the monster."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and a scroll flew into the middle-aged man's hand. The middle-aged man opened it and took a look. He immediately widened his eyes and looked at the people below with anger...