The villain's guide to throwing blame

Feng Ling seemed to have sunk into a bleak dreamland, the muddy darkness followed him like a shadow after that moment of dazzling light, dragging him straight without even a chance to struggle. into it.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was a strange yet familiar scene. On the top of the three-foot-cold snow peak, he was standing in the field with a sword in his hand, looking blankly at everything around him.

"Mo Zheng, is there anything you don't understand about the second form?" A cold voice came from behind him, and Feng Ling turned his head to look at the owner of the voice.

I saw a young man in a black robe frowning, looking at him coldly, as if he was very dissatisfied with the fact that he couldn't find Bei now.

"...No, I know it all, big brother." Feng Ling opened his lips slightly, but after some hesitation, he swallowed back the words he wanted to blurt out, and replied quite obediently.

The young man seemed very satisfied with his younger brother's comprehension, then nodded and said: "In this case, let's practice a few times first. Today is my father's birthday, so I can spend less time practicing. I have to go back to preside over the affairs after reading it twice."

Hearing this, Feng Ling lightly bit the corner of his lower lip, curled his fingers slightly, pulled the corner of his clothes a little nervously, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "Then, can I help out with Big Brother?"

Hearing his younger brother's emphatic remarks, the young man raised his eyebrows quite rarely, and smiled imperceptibly on his face that had been shrouded in frost all year round, and nodded slightly, "Of course it is possible."

Feng Ling clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand with a little joy, and made a gesture of raising his hands in excitement, and practiced the sword carefully. An aura of raging wind and snow was brewing.

Looking at the immature but imposing prototype of the sword move in front of him, the young man sighed indistinctly, his eyes were a little complicated.

This child's talent is outstanding in the entire Ling family, but the words he said when he was born really made him worry all the time, and he didn't know whether his sword bones were good or bad...

Today is the [-]th birthday of the head of the Ling family, Ling Shiyuan, and the entire Lingxue Pavilion is full of joy.

Ling Mocheng, the eldest son of the Ling family, walked quickly between the corridors with a cool and handsome face as usual, and saw that he was heading straight for the master's big study with a clear purpose, and hurriedly entered with a flick of his robe. inside the house.

"Father!"

He had just stepped into the room, before he had time to catch his breath, he said quickly, "Just now Uncle Feng Shi sent me a secret message about the murder of a low-level disciple that happened recently. "

"What? What did you, Uncle Feng Shi, say?" Ling Shiyuan, who was still looking at the affairs at hand just now, showed a surprised expression because of his eldest son's rare eagerness, and then said seriously.

But Ling Mocheng looked at him with serious eyes, and said almost gloomily: "He said, some people think that our Ling family made it."

"Our family?" Ling Shiyuan's face was blank for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

However, before he could say anything, he heard some chaotic steps coming from outside the study.

"Master! Eldest Young Master! Second Young Master, he just started fighting with the guests!"

In the small garden on the snow peak, Feng Ling looked at the elder brother who hurried over with a gloomy face, and looked almost desperately at the little monk beside him who pursed his lips and said nothing. He tugged the monk's sleeve and whispered: "Brother, why did you say you hit me? If you don't hit me, I won't fight back. It's all right now. My brother was shocked."

The monk gave him a cold look, then moved away, and unconsciously moved to the side, as if he disdain to be in the same space with him, looking at him made him feel angry for no reason.

"Mo Zheng, what's the matter with you again?" The eldest son of the Ling family hadn't stood still, and the cold question had already come to an end. The faint coldness and dissatisfaction in the words made the young man tremble unconsciously, bitterly Rubbing his head with his face down, he felt a dull pain in the back of his head.

"Brother, I was wronged... I just asked his dharma name, and wanted to know which master he was a disciple, so he beat me." Feng Ling rolled his eyes with great injustice, and secretly grunted angrily He glanced at the monk.

The cold-faced elder brother of the Ling family ignored him, and shifted his gaze to the little monk standing quietly beside him.

I saw the monk bowed and slapped his head in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and said calmly: "Amitabha, the little monk's name is Yuechen, and I have met the eldest son." After seeing the ceremony, Yuechen coldly glanced at Feng Ling, "Just now , Second Young Master’s inquiry is true, but before that, he did something else.”

Hearing this, Feng Ling's mouth twitched, and suddenly remembered something.

Ling Mocheng didn't look at his younger brother who was suddenly guilty, but just looked at the servants who had been following Feng Ling just now, and motioned them to tell what happened just now.

"I've seen the eldest son, and I followed the second son and the honored guest just now, and I didn't hear what they said. It's just that the second son seems to have offended this mage a little bit." After the servant finished speaking tremblingly, he looked at the Looking at the top of Yue Chen's head with a cold face, he glanced at Feng Ling's hand quietly.

Thinking of himself just now, he seemed to have touched the little bald-headed Feng Ling: "..."

It seems that the case has been solved, Ling Mocheng looked at his uneasy younger brother with a cold expression, and apologized to Yuechen: "I'm really sorry, my younger brother is naughty, I will let him apologize to the mage, and I will go to visit the venerable master personally to apologize .”

As soon as the words fell, he turned his head and glanced at Feng Ling lightly, seeing him startled, bowed straight and said quickly: "I'm sorry, I offended you, and please invite Master Haihan."

Yuechen eased his expression, and after expressing that he didn't care, he was taken by his servants to the guest house where he was supposed to go, while Feng Ling tremblingly followed his elder brother with a gloomy face. It was miserable.

It fell into the hands of the eldest brother again, and today he managed to get a smiling face. Maybe he can practice swords for half a month, but now it is really a waste of all previous efforts, and he will be bullied by the cold winter again.

Feng Ling, who was frowning and thinking about this, suddenly heard a long sigh. He raised his head, but saw that Ling Mocheng had stopped and was looking at him with a complicated expression. Obviously, he was the one who made the sigh just now.

He subconsciously straightened his back, and when he was nervously waiting to be lectured, he suddenly saw Ling Mocheng stretch out his hand, which landed on his head extremely slowly, and stroked it twice.

"What if... what should you do?" The young man uttered a sentence in a low voice, the middle was so vague that Feng Ling, who was already in shock, couldn't hear clearly.

What do you mean?What's the matter, big brother?

A spectacle comparable to the blossoming of a cycad tree appeared, and Feng Ling felt a little dizzy from the temperature coming from his hair, staring blankly at Ling Mocheng's face with deep and complicated eyes, who seemed a little sad for no reason.

After experiencing Ling Mocheng's once-in-a-thousand-year tenderness, Feng Ling was taken all the way to his father's study room. He didn't come back to his senses until he held a cup of hot tea stuffed by his father in his hand, and saw his father and brothers... He was discussing something in a low voice with a serious expression.

"Father, since Uncle Feng Shi said so, it must be..."

"Where is the basis for this?" Ling Shiyuan was a little confused, he turned around the room several times, and suddenly turned a little anxious.

"No," Ling Mocheng tapped lightly on the table in front of him, looked at Ling Shiyuan and said, "No evidence is needed."

"what?"

"I said, if they want to insist on us, they don't need a basis, as long as they have a plan, they can make sense."

Ling Shiyuan stopped in his tracks. Listening to his elder son's calm and restrained words, his heart was full of shock and confusion, "What are they planning, what can they plan?"

"What do you think?" The expression on Ling Mocheng's face became more and more rigid, and he caught this idea for his bewildered father.

What they are planning, what the Ling family is planning, they are all clear.

"Impossible!" Ling Shiyuan thought of something, and suddenly flew into a rage. After he shouted angrily, he looked at the unmoved elder son and the second son who was shocked by him, and suddenly stopped talking.

If there is anything to say about their family, it is only...

His eyes quietly fell on the little son who didn't know anything, he let out a mouthful of foul air, closed his eyes fiercely, clenched his fists tightly, took back part of all the trust he had given to those people, and forcibly A crack was dug out, and all doubts were stuffed in.

"There are only a few people who know those things, if it's true—"

Feng Ling was drinking tea one after another, watching his father lose his temper for no reason and suddenly stop, and the voice of discussing with his elder brother was getting lower and lower, but he couldn't understand a word, he could only hear that it meant a lot to them. For the family, it is a very important and dangerous thing.

His father and brothers had been discussing until late at night, but no one said anything to ask him to go back to rest first, so he just leaned on the soft couch and fell asleep at some point.

In his sleep, it seemed that someone was sitting beside him, gently and slowly touching his head. The warmth brought by his warm body temperature made him become confused again from the consciousness that was about to wake up. Before falling asleep completely, he only heard a vague sentence.

"I don't know how long we can protect you in your life..."

Hearing this is what his father said, with no beginning and no end, people just feel a little inexplicable, but I always feel that there is something wrong with how to say this sentence, Feng Ling thought in a daze.

The birthday of the pavilion master of Lingxue Pavilion was canceled for some reason. After hearing about the murders that happened in recent days, everyone in Zhonglu felt sorry for them, so they expressed understanding for their decision. After all, there must be a lot of people on that day. No one can tell what exactly will happen, and if something gets involved by then, it may not be easy to clean up.

Therefore, the guests who came earlier also left under the apology of Ling Xuege, and before the visitors from Shaolin Temple left, Feng Ling was carried by his elder brother to apologize again.

After being brought over and apologizing in front of the kind middle-aged monk, Feng Ling was thrown outside by his elder brother. He watched Ling Mocheng and the elder of Shaolin Temple enter the inner room to discuss important matters. The little monk stared wide-eyed, very embarrassed.

He cleared his throat, and was about to say something, and when he raised some topics to ease the atmosphere, he saw Yuechen turned away with a cold face, sat on the futon, closed his eyes, and looked after himself. Meditate.

Feng Ling: "..."

Although ignoring each other is very satisfying for him, but how could it make him a little unhappy.

However, considering that his elder brother was within a distance of less than ten feet away from him, the unhappy young master pinched his nose, swallowed this emotion, took out the book from the storage bag, and found a comfortable Location, out of sight, out of sight and out of sight.

Just when he saw something exciting, he heard the two people come out of the inner room, and Ling Mocheng's expression that had become increasingly tense recently eased a bit. He raised his head and saw his younger brother looking at him, showing displeasure. A very obvious smile came.

"Mo Zheng, come here." The eldest brother of the Ling family raised his hand and beckoned, calling his younger brother to his side.

After Feng Ling stood still, Ling Mocheng turned around, clasped his hands, and bowed to the monk, "My younger brother Mo Zheng is quite stubborn, it's my Ling family's fault, but if there is such a day , Master Huizhen, please take care of me."

Seeing his brother give such a big gift unexpectedly, Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, although he didn't know what happened, but he bowed down together in silence.

At this time, Master Huizhen took two steps back, avoiding this ceremony, stretched out his hand to help the two of them up, and said with a deep meaning in his words: "Amitabha, the eldest son does not need to be so generous, everyone has his own destiny, so there is no need to worry too much It is."

Hearing this, Ling Mocheng was a little stunned, he frowned slightly, glanced at Feng Ling without any trace, and silently recited his fate a few times, as if he understood something, he smiled with some relief, "I understand."

After finishing the words, he bid farewell to the monk, turned around and walked out of the door with Feng Ling, his steps suddenly became a little light and natural, as if he had solved some important matter that worried him very much, and he was able to let go of half of his heart coming.

Feng Ling, who didn't know why, didn't understand what happened just now until he returned to his room. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come to any useful conclusions, so he had to give up.

Since then, the atmosphere in the Ling family seems to have become more and more tense, murders happened one after another, and some rumors gradually spread.

"Have you heard that those individuals were all killed by demon cultivators?"

"Your news has been stagnant for too long. I heard from people outside that this demon may be hiding in the fairy gate..."

"Ah, Moxiu can still hide in the fairy gate? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"How do I know, but there is another theory, that is, there is a hidden demon sect hiding in the fairy gate, pretending to be a cultivator of the righteous way—Second Young Master!"

With his hands behind his back, Feng Ling stood behind two servants who were standing in a hidden place, muttering something to each other, and listened to the whole conversation just now.

"Why didn't I know that there is an intelligence cabinet in Zhonglu that is more capable than Xiuyunfeng's family? Where did you get all the news?"

Seeing the silence of the servants, he snorted coldly, "It's better to practice hard when you are free, whoever believes the rumors heard in the market is stupid, if something really happens, Fengying Pavilion has already shouted Lu already knows, let's go down."

The two attendants responded again and again, seeing that the young master had no intention of punishing them, they hurriedly withdrew.

After they left, Feng Ling slowly frowned, looking thoughtfully in the direction they left.

Although he is still not in charge of things, he still understands some things. Although these murders look horrifying, but after careful observation, those who died were all low-level disciples of various sects. To put it cruelly, before there is no case , In fact, this matter is not a top event for Da Pai.

Without the low-level disciples, the loss of the sect's dignity may be lost, but until the group of inner sect disciples who are not able to intimidate the real elite, these can be used as gossip at best. A rainy day, or is there another reason?

He casually told his eldest brother about this matter, but he only received a few perfunctory words of consolation and an order of unknown meaning, asking him not to become a sect in the near future. For some reason, he suddenly felt some omens, and always felt that Something big is about to happen.

One night, he woke up suddenly, the heavy anxiety made him sleepless, he just sat up a little anxiously, changed his clothes unconsciously, sat in his inner hall, and drank without taste. With a pot of cold tea.

When he was halfway through drinking, he suddenly heard the door of his room being pushed open, and his eldest brother, who had always been in a state of collapse and expression, rushed in with a look of surprise and anger, and anxiously shouted his name, Seeing him fully dressed and sitting in the room, she paused, then pulled him up with a heavy tone.

"Mo Zheng, come with me, something happened."

And just as his doubts were getting heavier and heavier, it seemed that what he was worried about would finally happen.