A twists and turns... After seeing the identity of this person, the five warlords all unanimously turned their attention to the smiling Ji Ping'an.
The emotions in my heart are surging like a tide.
It’s not that it’s a big fuss, it’s just that this scene is too fantastic. The four warlords worked together to deduce Peng Yuan’s whereabouts, so how could Ji Ping’an know?
Wait... It is more likely that Ji Ping'an knew about the state religion saint's search for someone, rather than foreknowledge.
Although it is unclear when the Taoist master mastered such a superb person-finding technique, now is not the time to discuss this matter.
Li Guofeng said seriously: "Thank you, Saint, for capturing this thief for us."
Yu Yu said angrily: "No need to thank me, it was Ji Ping'an who told me a location, and I caught him directly."
It was Ji Ping'an... The five warlords looked at each other. For a moment, they felt that this recommended student was unfathomable and had the style of the imperial master before his death.
Xu Xiurong's eyes were filled with emotion, thinking that this guy had indeed been prepared for a long time. Maybe today's attack was part of his plan. The more he thought about it, the more moved he became.
Shaking her head vigorously and throwing away distracting thoughts, she blocked the others' inquiries and looked at Peng Yuan with cold eyes: "Did you forge a warrant and commit murder?"
Peng Yuan's hands and feet were interrupted. After hearing this, he struggled to hold himself up. His face was pale, and he faced the gazes. Knowing that he would definitely die, he suddenly smiled and said: "What if I say it's not the case."
Everyone looked angry. As early as when the question was asked, the five warlords present released their spiritual consciousness at the same time, covering this person.
The superimposed spiritual consciousness of the five well-sitting monks was enough to put a mortal into a coma, but Peng Yuan, as a star official, had a powerful soul, but was suppressed to the point where it was difficult to breathe.
And through the subtle perception of spiritual consciousness, several people can distinguish the authenticity of each other's words.
Feeling the feedback from his spiritual consciousness, Bai Chuan's last hope was lost. He stared at his subordinates in disbelief:
"Why. Are you a demon spy?"
Peng Yuan met his gaze, remained silent for a while, and said:
"I really want to say it was you who instigated it, but with so many layers of consciousness suppressing me, such a crude lie is meaningless. I won't say anything, just kill me."
Baichuan laughed miserably, raised his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He looked at Peng Sili again with self-mockery in his eyes: "I don't care, you can escort this person to the bottom of the Star Observation Building for interrogation."
There is no shortage of torture methods for practitioners in Qintian Prison.
However, Peng Yuan shook his head and said, "Since you don't do it, I have no choice but to do it myself."
Li Guofeng and others' expressions changed, and they simultaneously used magic to block them, trying to ban the other party, but to no avail.
A black flame shot out from the center of Peng Yuan's eyebrows, and his life was cut off in an instant.
Yu Yu's eyes were covered with gray. He raised his hand and grabbed it, trying to pull out the spirit body, but failed.
She said with an ugly face: "He has arranged very clever means in his sea of consciousness. As soon as a thought occurs, it burns through the soul, and it is impossible to ask the spirit to obtain the memory. It is unusual for ordinary people to do this. Behind this person may be a powerful person in the realm of observing the sky." "
Different sects have their own strengths. The Taoist sect has a profound research on the soul, and Yu Yu's speech is authoritative enough.
The five chief eunuchs were furious, and at the same time a little scared. Si Li's position was not low, but he could be planted as a spy. Is there still a spy in Qintian Prison?
In an instant, I made up my mind to conduct a thorough investigation.
Only Ji Ping'an frowned slightly, thoughtfully:
Even with his current low level, he could not stop Peng Yuan from committing suicide. He just touched the long memory when he saw the black flame.
Having only lived for a thousand years, he has seen too many secret techniques, many of them in the form of black flames, and many secret techniques have been scattered around, or simply lost.
It is difficult to trace the origin of the other party based on this.
"Everyone, let's discuss things in the hall." Li Guofeng rubbed his brows and said.
The matter is serious, and the five people must sit down and discuss it, trying to find clues or eliminate hidden dangers.
In addition... we also need to discuss the punishment for Shirakawa.
Not to mention that the suspicion on Bai Chuan has not been completely cleared. Even if he is innocent, he will definitely be implicated. It is conceivable that Li Guofeng and Fang Liuhuo will not give up this opportunity to weaken the Shuiyuan.
Even the honest man Huang Chen suddenly spoke after a moment of silence: "I suggest that Bai Chuan be suspended from official duties until the case is investigated and dealt with."
Everyone looked sideways, unable to hide their shock, as if the person who publicly expressed his stance was not Huang Chen in their memory.
Huang Chen smiled, suddenly glanced at Ji Ping'an, and said, "Those who are neutral are thieves. Although the words are a little biased, they are not unreasonable."
Adhering to a neutral attitude, Tu Yuan cast his own vote for the first time.
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Outside the meeting hall.
The crowd gathered was getting bigger and bigger, and there was no sign of dispersing. No one knew what was happening inside due to the barrier of the gate.
I only saw some Tuyuan disciples going back and forth one after another, and then I saw the Saint of the State Religion flying into the courtyard carrying someone.
"What happened?"
"Can anyone go in and ask?"
"Why haven't you come out yet?"
The discussion was noisy and enthusiastic, and curiosity was written on everyone's face.
Mu Yaoyao stood on tiptoes and jumped up and down outside the crowd...like a rabbit.
Huang He complained: "Stop jumping, you won't grow taller."
Things were changing, not long ago it was Huang He who was walking around in circles, but now that he knew the young master was fine, he was no longer in a hurry. Instead, he regretted that he didn't grab a handful of melon seeds. It was boring to wait.
Mu Yaoyao's eyes widened, her bangs bouncing in front of her forehead, and she put her hands on her hips and said angrily: "Aren't you worried? What if Shuiyuan does something wrong again, how should we deal with it?"
Huang He was speechless, when suddenly there was a noise in front of him, and the closed courtyard door opened.
A star official who was waiting in the courtyard came out and was swarmed by the crowd. Soon, a shocking news spread among the crowd:
Peng Sili was suspected of being a secret agent of the demon clan. He colluded with thieves to assassinate Ji Ping'an, the genius of Muyuan, but failed. He committed suicide in public out of fear of torture.
The five supervisors discussed the matter and initially ordered the suspension of Shirakawa's duties. At the same time, they conducted a thorough investigation of the staff of the Water Institute and traced the relevant persons.
The news was so explosive, like a tornado, that it stunned Mu Yaoyao and others.
Ji Ping'an was assassinated, Xu Xiurong rang the bell, Bai Chuan suffered... the situation changed too fast, the surprise came too suddenly, and they were not prepared at all!
"Qintian Prison is going to change." Shi Jilun in the crowd murmured.
"To be precise, the situation of Shuiyuan and Muyuan has been reversed. Shuiyuan will definitely suffer heavy losses in the future. Muyuan has completely come back to life. At least... it can have a stable period of development before the Grand Prize in the City of Gods." Xue Hongjian, the son of the Duke of Guo, analyzed rationally. .
During the discussion, many people cast pity on Song Yuan and his group in the corner of the crowd, who were wearing Shuiyuan robes.
They all defected from Mu Yuan, and they obviously became the biggest losers, and would even become the laughing stock of people after dinner.
"Senior Brother... we..." A star officer sounded panicked, his voice trembling, and he looked at Song Yuan in front of him.
Song Yuan stood silently, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning. For some reason, the conversation with Ji Pingan that day at Qinglian Xiaozhu came to mind.
I once said that I would not regret it, and I was sure that the other party's choice was stupid and short-sighted... But now it seems.
"Is it me who is the clown?" Song Yuan murmured, feeling regret in his heart.
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The crowd dispersed, spreading word of the incident.
Somewhere in the Qintian Prison, on a stone road, Bai Chuan, who was tall and thin with feminine features, walked silently alone.
He was alone and looked lonely.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked up to see a familiar figure standing quietly at the corner ahead.
"What are you doing here?" Bai Chuan asked indifferently.
"Waiting for you." Ji Pingan said calmly.
This scene is a bit strange. One side lacks the coercion and domineering power of being a prisoner, and the other side does not have the humility and respect that Si Chen should have.
Bai Chuan mocked: "Wait for me? Why...you also come to see my joke? Do you feel bad? After all, I targeted you like that. Oh, by the way, I am also suspected of sending someone to kill you."
Ji Ping'an shook his head, looking at his disciple with his eyes like a quiet lake, he couldn't bear it, but also hated him: "I'm waiting for you, I just want to say something."
"What words?"
Ji Ping'an sighed and said with a vicissitude of tone: "The Imperial Master is very disappointed in you."
Baichuan suddenly changed color.
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