Brother, he doesn't understand style

When he got closer, he realized that it was a dead body that suddenly fell into this dazzling fairyland. The scarlet blood instantly stained the beautiful pool water around the person, and the painting style suddenly changed to look extremely tragic.

People from Tiangang Dao came out one after another to maintain the scene to appease everyone. I don't know who yelled that voice at the beginning, saying that the corpses in Yaochi died after being disemboweled and robbed of the golden elixir. She has disappeared for decades, and she was rumored to be miraculous back then, but she suddenly appeared in this world and made people panic, fearing that the next target would be herself.

And Xiang Xingtong, who was left behind by him, came to his side at some time, and asked cautiously: "Does the crooked way you mentioned just now refer to this golden elixir?"

Faced with her doubts, Rong Yin would be a little unable to answer for a while. He wanted to ask for something, but he caused such a big trouble for himself!

At this time, on the high platform on the side of Yaochi, the two masters of Tiangang Dao stood on it, and Daoist Zhenyang said to the crowd: "Fellow Daoists, don't panic, it's not that the golden core has been taken away, it's purely a rumor. , I, Tiangang Dao, will definitely investigate this matter, but before that, I hope that you can stay in Xixianyuan and don't move around, so as to avoid accidents, and I will give you an explanation after the results are obtained."

The name is to protect the safety of these people, but in reality it is just a disguised detainment to thoroughly investigate who is causing trouble. Perhaps it is because the fear is too strong. Few of so many people objected. It seems that they are regarded as suspects. People are much better than staying here.

But just when Rong Yin wanted to turn around and leave here with everyone, Xiang Xingtong, who hadn't said a word to him, stood up and said to Zhenyang Daojun who was on the high place: "You two Daojun, don't you know?" Can you listen to the junior say a few words."

Daoist Zhenyang and Daoist Yuyang, who were discussing at first, looked sideways at her when they heard the words, hesitated for a moment and said, "Please tell me, girl."

After getting the reply, Xiang Xingtong glanced at Rong Yin in the crowd, with a serious expression on his face: "Everyone present, this junior just heard that young master mention the bloody storm that happened decades ago in the cultivation world, and immediately after that, people died here. , I don’t know if there is any connection between the two, for the sake of safety, I hope the two masters can strictly investigate!”

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes were focused on him, Rong Yin frowned slightly, suppressing the thousands of thoughts in his heart and said: "What do you mean by Xiang girl? Don't you think I'm a murderer?"

"I didn't say that, it was just in case someone would be murdered again. After all, you are too suspicious, young master." Xiang Xingtong seemed to believe that today's turmoil was inseparable from him, but there was a hint of disbelief in his denial. talk.

Daoist Zhenyang from a high place looked down at the stage, and said in a deep voice: "Tianyi Dao disciple obeys the order, take this person down, and interrogate him strictly!"

The situation was stable, and the people around Rong Yin retreated one after another, regarding him as the source of the plague.

"Wait a minute, Lord Dao." Suddenly a cold voice came into his ears, and the pupils of Rong Yin's eyes dilated instantly. Even after two years, he was still very familiar with this voice.

The disciple of Tiandao, who was about to capture him, stopped his movements, looked at his head, and stepped aside after getting the latter's permission. Daoist Zhenyang gave a slight jerk, and fell from the high platform to the ground. Yuyang Daojun followed closely behind.

"I don't know what Ziqing means?" Fu Shuxuan was dressed in a white shirt with gold thread trimming, and the golden hairband on his hair echoed it, so dignified.

Compared with him, Daoist Yuyang looked a little more ordinary. Most cultivators wore white robes and no other decorations. He walked closer and winked at Chen Ziqing, telling him not to mess around.

Chen Ziqing who appeared by Rong Yin's side at some unknown time did not change his face, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes calmly dealt with everything.

He looked at the isolated Rong Yin, and finally there was some emotion in his eyes. The latter dared not look at him, his eyes were erratic, and the atmosphere fell into a stalemate.

After a while, Chen Ziqing reprimanded in a deep voice: "Zijiang, what did I tell you when I went down the mountain, why are you here!"

Hearing this, Rong Yin loosened his brows a little, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a pitiful look, "I'm sorry, senior brother, Zijiang knows his mistake!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly realized that this person was the great disciple of Changqing Mountain—the junior brother of Daoist Ziqing!

Rumor has it that Chen Ziqing was extremely talented when he was a child, and after that he was even more gifted and cultivated far beyond many masters. It has only been more than 20 years since he has become a rare genius in the world of cultivation.

Daoist Yuyang also made the same exclamation and clapped his hands: "No wonder Ziqing said that he saw an acquaintance. It turned out that he saw his junior brother at that time. It was my fault that I missed your opportunity to find your junior brother, and caused such a mess. A bug!"

"It's Ziqing who failed to teach the younger brother well. Please forgive me for the sake of my master, Daoist Zhenyang, if I offended you so much." Although Chen Ziqing was begging for help, he had a calm and breezy appearance from beginning to end.

It's no secret that the big disciples of Changqing Mountain have always had a cold personality, they don't like to talk to outsiders, and they are indifferent to others.

This Changqing Mountain and Tiangang Dao are indistinguishable existences among the famous decent sects in the cultivation world. There have always been "South Changqing" and "Northern Tiangang Dao". The direction is already westward, and the name "Xixianyuan" has been added.

In this way, there will be no objections from the people present, since they are all their own people, there is nothing to doubt.

Fu Shuxuan's face also softened a little, and he said to Chen Ziqing: "I was a little assertive just now, but fortunately Ziqing showed up in time, otherwise I'm afraid I will wrong my old friend's disciple."

Chen Ziqing just leaned slightly when he heard the words.

Now that he was free of suspicion, Rong Yin could also leave with the others, and he was treated as a distinguished guest. He and Chen Ziqing lived in the guest residence of the White Light Hall, which had a very different meaning from the guest residence of the Wuxiang Hall.

There is a disguised form of detaining those people and gradually investigating them, while they are directly excluded.

The hollow carved windows let in a little bit of mottled sunlight. In the silent room, two people sat looking at each other without speaking. The faint black agarwood lingers on the nose. It's hard to tell.

Rong Yin smelled this all-too-familiar smell, and suddenly let go of his tense face.

"Brother still has it!"

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