The villain's guide to throwing blame

Qianlin School, side hall of Qin Zhidian.

The hall, which was originally clear and cold, was crowded with guests who came to celebrate their birthdays. Among them, the elder cultivators were able to calm down and drink tea and chat leisurely, but the juniors who came with the elders were a little impatient.

"Uncle, what happened, why did the elders of Qianlin invite us all here?" In a corner of the hall, a young man who was still young quietly tugged at the corner of his uncle's clothes and asked worriedly.

His conversation with the family friend was interrupted by the careless nephew. The elder looked at the fidgeting disciple and sighed helplessly, "How can you tell that your uncle and I know what happened? The soldiers came to block the water." Come to the earth to cover up, even if something happens, it has nothing to do with us."

"However, even if something big happened to Qianlin, they will do so much in such a grand manner..." The young man wanted to jump up a little excitedly, obviously because of the unfriendly Elder Qianlin, and the current arrangement of Qianlin's party. dissatisfied.

"Sit down! Be quiet, you can jump when there is no big problem, can you be more calm. About the same age, look at the front, the young master of Fengying Pavilion, I still don't understand what's going on, why don't you see him jumping? "

Under the severe reprimand of the elders, the young man sat back on his seat unhappily, and quietly raised his eyes to look in the direction Mr. Cai said just now. His evasive eyes were full of curiosity. , what is it like?

Similar conversations and reprimands rang out many times in the field, and for a while, many people turned their attention to the young man in the moon white brocade robe in the front seat in this unknown state.

Without him, as a young junior, compared with countless young people, his mood is too stable.

At this time, Feng Ling was holding a cup of tea, listening to the chat among the elders of the big faction with a smile on his face, during which he might be asked with a hint of deep meaning about the current situation. Open, as if I really don't know anything.

"It's really not peaceful in recent years." The elder Xuan Lingzi of Xuantianzong sighed, "Since a few years ago, the demon cultivator has been on the move. It's okay in the fairy world, but I don't know how much more in the mortal world." Monsters, disasters for years, make people miserable."

The few people on the side nodded approvingly, Qi Zhan, the elder of the Sword Spirit Sect who was sitting cross-legged on his right side, also opened his eyes, and said coldly, "Since a hundred years ago, the demon cultivator restrained his voice, and the fairy world is too stable , is like a piece of stagnant water, even if the immortal way is not prosperous, and has lost a lot of aggressiveness, although it is shocking now, it is indeed a wake-up call for us."

"How can you say that?"

"Peace in the world is the wish of all the people in the world. We should be grateful and thank you for..."

"Huh!" Elder Qi Zhan snorted coldly, and scanned the circle with sharp eyes, "Be grateful, and then live in fantasy all day long, watching the immortal way collapse and the inheritance be lost?"

Some people couldn't hear it, and couldn't help but retorted, "The stability of the fairy world can leave more heaven's favored children, and it also gives the sect the opportunity to cultivate them."

"Is the one who stays really the pride of heaven?"

An unexpected sentence came from the corner, and everyone heard the words and looked, but saw a young man dressed in a weird way with his legs raised up, and casually putting peanuts into his mouth, it was the God of Medicine Valley Mu Ting Lou.

"Cultivation is to go against the sky. If you can't survive in a dangerous situation, what kind of talent is not a talent? To put it bluntly, you are mediocre. You don't have this fate." Mu Tinglou grinned and said without hesitation Amazing words.

"Xiaoyou Mu's words are justified," Qi Zhan continued, blocking the few people who were about to speak, "For thousands of years, whoever has been amazingly talented and then ascended to immortality has not walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​​​blood, passed through Countless dangers?"

These remarks are not based on the current predicament in the fairy world, but on the contrary, they are supportive and optimistic. Although it sounds very reasonable, it is too deviant.

Xuan Lingzi cleared his throat, and couldn't help but retort, "Sharpening is indeed very important in practice, but it is too deviant to expect the rise of demon cultivators in the world because of this..."

"Pindao is not looking forward to the chaos in the middle land, but the balance may be more suitable for practice than today," Elder Qi squinted, glanced at the crowd with different expressions, and threw out a shocking sentence unhurriedly. "If you say he is deviant, Sword Master Ling Jinglan is the most deviant person in the past 300 years, but he is also the most amazing genius in the field of practice in the past thousands of years."

"But Ling Jinglan still died under the tribulation thunder, and never ascended through the tribulation!"

"Did he really die under the thunder?" Elder Qi lifted his eyelids and looked around the group of people indifferently, his eyes were full of deep meaning and slight sarcasm, "The rumors are still rumors, after going through those days Everyone, how did Ling Jinglan die, do you really have no guesses, don't you know?"

Everyone was suffocating. Everything about Ling Jinglan was the most secretive topic in the fairy world. His achievements in cultivation were unparalleled, and he was also the most ferocious general in the fairy world against the devil 300 years ago. But this saint with great military exploits , is also the biggest villain in the fairy world, the crime of cutting off the Tongtian Ladder is enough to erase all his dazzling brilliance.

Feng Ling, who stayed out of the matter from the beginning to the end, unexpectedly took a look at the elder of the Sword Spirit Sect, and became somewhat interested in him. The Sword Spirit Sect has always been quite critical of the rumors about Ling Jinglan circulating in the fairy world. This is nothing something new.

After all, Yu Jianyi, who is recognized as the most astonishing and brilliant genius, especially the sword cultivator who practiced the ruthless way of the sword, has never gone mad in such a profound realm, and the heart of the sword has turned into a killing heart.Sword Spirit Sect, who has a persistent view on the way of swordsman, believes that Ling Jinglan has a strong sword heart, and rarely has a compassionate heart. How could a sword master who has never been enchanted until the end, do such a clumsy thing.

However, even if there are complaints, Jianlingmen can't say the truth that everyone knows, so they can only suppress this idea, and don't bother to argue with others.Therefore, after so many years, the elder of the Sword Spirit Sect raised this question in front of everyone at this moment. Really, it is admirable courage.

As the youngest elder of the Sword Spirit Sect, Qi Zhan had at most made him pay attention to this sword cultivator with extraordinary aptitude, but he never thought that this sword cultivator was still a fan of Ling Jinglan.

He laughed twice, and before everyone reacted and verbally attacked the young elder, he turned their attention to himself.

"Seniors are very determined, and I feel that the seniors know what happened, so I will ask you a question," Feng Ling crossed his hands with a smile, and leaned on the back of the chair in a relaxed posture. , asked slowly, "Guess, which faction will be implicated in the accident of Qianlinzong this time?"

One word stirred up a thousand waves.

The moods of the elders of several great sects were suddenly stirred up, their thoughts turned like electricity, and they carefully tried to figure out what Feng Ling meant.Now everyone knows that Duanming may be a disaster, and Qianlin may be in a mess at this time, so he has no time to entertain them here, but he has not had time to think about them, the guests who came to the banquet.

The last time Chang Sheng died suddenly, the cause of death was a mystery, but each faction had already made a decision in their minds, and it was certain that Chang Sheng had offended Moxiu's enemies and was robbed of something, and Shaolin probably went into the water innocently.According to Feng Ling, the incident in Qianlin this time may be similar to Xuanwu Pavilion, and there is a great possibility that there will be sects like Shaolin that will attract suspicion.

Putting down a frightening question, Feng Ling turned his gaze around with a half-smile, focusing on Yuechen who had been silent from the beginning to the end, and Yuechen who felt his gaze raised his head and met the young man. They looked at each other, as if after exchanging some information, they separated.

I'm afraid that this time, there will be Buddhist beads appearing on the scene.

Yue Chen turned the rosary beads indifferently, moving them one by one in an unhurried manner, just like the calm state of mind he had expected at this time, Feng Ling was probably just reminding himself of this matter, but he seemed to be indifferent to it. The disagreement between the two a few days ago turned out to be nothing.

The few people who were distracted by Feng Ling's words didn't notice the eye contact between the two. After a lot of tangled thoughts, everyone turned their attention to Feng Ling again, and asked after some deliberation. Next, this young man who seems to know something inside.

"May I ask Young Master Feng, what special news did Fengying Pavilion get?"

Hearing this, Feng Ling put his hands together with a smile, looked at these elders with a pure and harmless expression, and said, "I haven't received any special letter, I just guessed randomly."

Everyone: "..." Wouldn't it be nice to poke around such a circle of lies if it didn't save face.

"However," he changed the subject, glanced at Bansong who was standing beside him from the corner of the eye, "I don't have any special newspapers, I still know about ordinary trivial matters, although Fengying Pavilion has never been in loss-making business, but this How can you spend money on such trivial things, for the sake of my elders, I am sending you a message."

Under the breathless gaze of several people, the young man said unhurriedly, "A month ago, in Yuecheng, the border between the Western Region and the Central Region, Pavilion Master Changsheng and Sect Master Duanming met and had a drink together."

Western Regions?Why Western Regions?

This question rang in the minds of the vigilant elders, and people had to raise their hearts. As we all know, the Western Regions can almost be regarded as the headquarters of demon cultivators, and the immortal cultivators have already turned a blind eye to that place. It's not that Moxiu took the initiative to make trouble. Basically, in the Western Regions, Moxiu can run amok.

Why did the heads of those two great sects appear in Yuecheng, which borders the Western Regions, for no reason?

Seeing the suspicious eyes shifting towards him, Feng Ling spread his hands and said, "I don't know why, it's just that a subordinate of Fengying Pavilion saw it when he passed by Yuecheng accidentally, I don't know the cause and effect .”

Believe your nonsense, the elders twitched their mouths, and spurned this reason for not being distracted in their hearts. It is really a ghost to believe that there is no special person in Fengying Pavilion to watch their movements.

"Instead of asking me, it's better to listen to what this elder Qianlin has to say." Feng Ling gestured lazily.

All eyes in the hall suddenly focused on an old man with a cold expression who walked into the door of the hall. After looking around, the old man cupped his hands and said, "My Qianlin was in a sudden disaster, and Sect Master Duan was killed. It's weird, I'm afraid Qianlin won't be able to entertain you all now."

Before everyone could express their condolences, they heard him change the subject and stood up straight, "My faction suspects that the suzerain's murder is related to the demon cultivator's intrusion into Qianlin Cave, and I hope you can be patient and cooperate. "

Hearing the deep meaning hidden in his words, the hall became quiet for a while, only a chuckle was heard for a long time.

"Cooperate? Cooperate with you Qianlin, and search us all up and down again?"

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Ah, it's the third watch today, I'm going to continue the work, I hope everyone loves me, and give me some flowers, hehe