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

The chirping sound echoed in the hall, just like the noisy sparrow, and everyone looked at it with a frown.

"Senior Sister, what gust of wind brought you here today?"

The man in red on the steps leaned back against his seat and fanned himself with a little anger in the corners of his eyes, but it did not make people feel uncomfortable.

"I am one of the elders of Qingyun Immortal Sect. When my master was alive, he also told me to participate more in the affairs of our sect. It's just that I was too busy before and missed some things. But now that something like this has happened, how can I sit back and watch?"

Listening to the noisy chattering in their ears, no one said anything, but just let her walk past the young man, walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at the people

Wen Baixu had actually brainstormed a whole scenario in his mind, but he didn't expect this guy to actually come out, and was she seeking revenge?

Just as he was thinking, the middle-aged man on the stage stood up and ignored the woman's words. He walked towards the young man step by step, stroking his beard and said, "In this case, let me ask you..."

“Elder, please ask”

Wen Baixu was no longer timid as when he came in. Instead, he straightened his back and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Who has been frequenting Lianyi in the past five years?"

"it's me"

"Who knows her taste so well and cooks for her every day..."

"Well, I can explain this, but everyone has eaten it, so why are they all fine..."

The young man looked up and asked in confusion

“Maybe this is where you excel.”

"clever?"

Wen Baixu's face was startled. He raised his hand and slapped himself lightly. "How can someone like me come up with such a brilliant plan?"

No one had ever seen him like this, only a few people could not help but sigh.

"You knew that Junior-Junior Lianyi liked meat, so you tried to get close to her every day, and even made her like it. Then you began to lurk for many years and poisoned her food. This intention really made things difficult for you, you scum of the demon race."

A woman's voice sounded behind the middle-aged man, and her sharp fingers pointed at him.

"I...how come I am a demon again? Auntie, please don't make false statements. There must be evidence."

"Junior-nephew Lianyi was poisoned to death by the demon Zuimeng. Isn't her death evidence?"

As soon as the woman said this, everyone was shocked, but the three people on the stage all looked at her.

"In fact, you are very good at hiding, but now you are exposed. Just admit it, you are a remnant of the demon clan."

The woman put her hands in front of her and looked at Wen Baixu arrogantly.

The middle-aged man standing between the two of them also turned around and looked at the woman deeply, but did not say a word. Instead, he crossed his arms and walked to the bottom of the stairs, to the side of the woman, turned around, and looked at Wen Baixu steadily.

"What does this prove? It only proves that she might have died because of me, but it doesn't mean that I poisoned her. And you didn't check the food I cooked, did you?"

"Maybe you did it on purpose. Besides, I heard that the poison is colorless and odorless. How can we detect it?"

"Then this is your business. Whoever raises the question must provide evidence. And if you want to put such a big hat on my head, I will definitely not admit it. Before this, I still felt guilty, but now you all say that I am a demon, so I don't admit it."

Wen Baixu straightened his back with a determined look in his eyes.

"The facts are before us, you can't argue. Come, take down this evildoer."

The woman's voice became louder and louder, with a smile of victory on her face

A group of women in white rushed towards the young man in the hall. Just as they were about to attack, they saw that the disciples were completely shaken away by an internal force.

"Master..."

The woman saw that all the disciples she brought with her were injured and fell to the ground. She turned around with displeasure and looked at the man with a stern face on the throne.

"Master, are you planning to defend this matter to the end?"

The middle-aged man did not say a word when he saw this, but his majestic voice echoed in the hall.

"Protect? He is the master's disciple. Even if he needs to be punished, it is not Sister Yin's turn to make trouble."

"But because he is his disciple, he cannot be in charge of him. How can he convince others if he is partial to me?"

Bei Ming was about to stand up and retort when he was held down by the man in black standing behind him. He turned around and was about to say something, but he saw something in his dark pupils that seemed to be conveying something to him.

"What your Senior Sister Yin said makes sense. I also think it's best for you not to interfere."

The words of the middle-aged man are like a thorn, deeply inserted into everyone's heart.

"Who said I was going to intervene?"

"But you..."

The woman looked at the man on the throne with his hands tucked into his sleeves in disbelief.

"I know, but I have a few questions to ask."

"Master, please tell me."

The middle-aged man waved his sleeves and stood calmly at the bottom of the stairs.

"I will only ask three questions. More questions won't be a waste of time."

He stood up and took a step forward.

"The first question, I would like to ask Senior Sister Lin Yue, what happened to Lian Yi during the time you came back, or why did she die when you came back?"

When Wen Baixu heard this, he felt a little warm in his heart, but more of a feeling of "He is really brave"

"Are you doubting me, Junior Brother?"

"Isn't that unreasonable? And I'm just asking, I haven't made any conclusions, please don't be so radical, Senior Sister."

"Now that my disciple is dead, you actually doubt me. How could I......"

Lin Yue shouted at the top of her lungs, stood up and patted her chest, looking at him with a look of agony.

"Why not? I reasonably suspect everyone here. Everyone present has a problem."

"What about you? You were there too, maybe you were..."

“Senior sister…”

Gu Yanming stood up and interrupted her, shaking his head.

"But he actually doubted me... Lianyi is my favorite disciple, how could I...how could I..."

Lin Yue's hands were shaking, her body was trembling slightly, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Master, Master...Master lost her sister suddenly, why did you...have to stab her in the heart?"

The woman knelt on the ground, her palms pressed against her chest, her eyes constantly looking towards Lingyue, the pain in her eyes was self-evident.

"I am only speaking based on facts, not targeting anyone. And why are you so anxious? My second question is: you have been with Lianyi the longest, and Lianyi trusts you the most, so there is a high chance that you have poisoned her."

"Master, are you casting a random net to help your apprentice escape punishment?"

The woman standing next to the middle-aged man looked at Feng Jiuming with a playful expression.

"Since there is no conclusion yet, I want to test it."

"No, Lianyi is already in a miserable state, and you still want to disturb her peace, I will never allow it."

Lin Yue opened her mouth and yelled loudly, her eyes bloodshot.

"Master, think twice"

Just as everyone was bowing and asking Feng Jiuming to take back what he said, a purple halo flew towards Feng Jiuming on the stage, followed by a crazy voice.

"I will never allow someone like you to make a ripple."