Mu Qingyan thought and tilted his head back. Shangguan Haonan understood and kicked the Sha brothers and sisters high up one by one. Yang Heying immediately stepped forward to catch his concubine, and another Siqi disciple caught Sha Zu. Light.
Master Fakong recited the Buddha's name again: "If Master Mu has already achieved his wish, why not leave first and let the six Beichen sects handle their own internal affairs? What do you think?"
Mu Qingyan stared at the old monk with cold and deep eyes.
Master Fakong glanced in the direction of Cai Zhao and sighed: "Your sect and the six Beichen sects have been fighting for two hundred years, and the grievances and grievances have been incalculable. No matter what the leader Mu said or did today, it is meaningless. Mu Mu. Leader, you should go ahead."
Yang Heying looked at his concubine's bloody face and said angrily: "The leaders of the three Beichen sects are here today. If we let this devil leave easily, wouldn't it make the world laugh at us?!"
You Guanyue immediately raised Yang Tianci higher, "Master Yang, please see clearly what is in my hand before you speak."
"Let my son go!" Yang Heying roared angrily.
"Oh, I'm so scared."
Song Xiuzhi said loudly: "Come here, draw your bow and arrow, and together we will take down this devil!"
Mu Qingyan took a step forward and said calmly: "Okay, whoever comes first."
His icy eyes glanced across the way, and everyone felt a chill to their bones. Everyone looked at each other, hesitating and not daring to step forward. This young and handsome leader of the Demon Cult was so powerful and powerful, and no one dared to respond. .
Qi Yunke and Zhou Zhizhen looked at each other, and Zhou Zhizhen whispered: "Now let's deal with Guangtianmen's affairs and let the devil go." Both of them knew that if they really wanted to take down Mu Qingyan head-on, many innocent people would be hurt. .
Qi Yunke nodded and then said in a loud voice: "Master Fakong said that Beichen has his own internal affairs to deal with, so I would like to ask Master Mu for his convenience."
Mu Qingyan lowered her long eyelashes, and a long, slender shadow was drawn on the ground. The girl lowered her head and remained silent. There were only a dozen steps between the two, but it felt like they were separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.
"So, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, let's just say goodbye." Mu Qingyan raised his head and without looking at anyone, a strong wind blew and he flew away like clouds and mist under his feet.
You Guanyue threw the child in her hand into the gap, and she and Shangguan Haonan jumped up and down with a long smile.
The three figures quickly disappeared into the windy and snowy night.
Qi Yunke took a long breath and said in a deep voice: "Yang Heying, now that there are no outsiders, what do you say about the death of the old hero Huang and his family?"
"No matter what you say, I told you that I just lied to the devil just for the sake of deception!" Yang Heying said in an angry tone.
Mrs. Zhuo defended herself with tears in her eyes: "Master Qi, you have to believe in my master. You have all seen the ferocious and domineering appearance of the devil. I have to deal with it for the sake of my family. Lan'er, what are you talking about? Isn't that true?" ?”
Yang Xiaolan was confused and speechless.
Zhou Zhizhen hesitated and said: "Perhaps Master Yang really had to do this under duress."
Song Yuzhi couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly: "Master Yang, are you putting all the blame on my brother?!"
Yang Heying snorted coldly: "It's time to ask you Song Xiuzhi. He made it clear that it was Song Maozhi who refined the corpse slaves and killed people to silence them!"
Song Xiuzhi said: "I never said it was Mao Zhi who did it."
Yang Heying was shocked: "You, you clearly said..."
Song Xiuzhi smiled: "The two demon sect thieves that Maozhi captured did claim to be Nie Zhe's subordinates, and they also said that they would help Maozhi refine corpse slaves. As for whether those two were true or false, or were sent by others. , I don’t know.”
"Maozhi said that he found a secluded mountain forest with lush mountains and trees, and he spent a lot of money and food at that time, saying that he wanted to cultivate his cronies outside. As for whether that mountain forest is Qimu Mountain, I still don't know."
"And that night, Shigeru came back covered in blood and said that all the helpers he had worked so hard to win over had been killed by a group of men in black of unknown origins - what if what he said was true."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
A strange smile appeared on Song Xiuzhi's delicate face, "I only tell what I saw and heard, and I don't dare to make random guesses about the rest - based on this, it is you, Uncle Yang, who infers that Maozhi is the murderer, and it has nothing to do with me."
Yang Heying jumped three feet high and said angrily: "Song Xiuzhi, you took all the hair off yourself. If you didn't want to be the leader, I would have taken so much trouble?!"
Song Xiuzhi said calmly: "I am a descendant of the main branch of the Song family. As long as I can be filial to my elders and carry forward my sect, I am qualified to become the leader. Why does Uncle Yang need to 'go to all this trouble'?"
Now even Yang Heying couldn't refute, "You, you" for a long time, his face turned purple with anger.
Everyone on the scene thought that it was not because you, Yang Heying, wanted your son-in-law to succeed to the throne that you were jumping up and down like this, otherwise you wouldn't be so kind.
Zhou Zhizhen said thoughtfully: "In this way, it has not been determined whether the murderer of Huang Laoyingxiong's family was Maozhi."
"But my brother is dead and my father was seriously injured!" Song Yuzhi was filled with grief and anger.
Song Xiuzhi sighed softly: "I didn't expect Mr. Sha to die together with Mao Zhi. Alas, he must have thought of the tragic death of his grandfather Huang Laoying and his family, and his mother's death from excessive worries, so he was so angry that he wanted to take his own life."
Yang Xiaolan's eyes straightened, and she murmured: "What Mr. Sha, my aunt, Mrs. Huang, has no son at all, and my aunt passed away ten years ago. What is life for life, what is anger..."
Cai Zhao exclaimed, no wonder she felt something was wrong when Mu Qingyan said last night that Mrs. Huang had died of illness many years ago, but she didn't expect this. She said loudly: "Yes, yes, that night, that guy named Sha Tian kept saying that his mother had just died of illness because of the tragic death of her mother's family - so this is all false?!"
The disciples of the Guangtian Sect around him suddenly became noisy. There were many people who heard Shatian's sad and angry accusations that night. At this moment, they all cast suspicious eyes on the disciples of the Siqi Sect beside them.
Fan Xingjia asked in confusion: "So who is that Shatian?"
"Shatian is a soldier raised to death." Song Yuzhi closed his eyes, and the scene of the night before yesterday appeared in front of his eyes - at the time of life and death, Song Maozhi used all his power, with his palms like knives, inserted deeply into Shatian's abdominal cavity, almost Shatian's spleen, lungs, heart, and liver were taken out and shattered into pieces. However, the sturdy young man endured the severe pain and hugged Song Maozhi tightly.
"I should have thought of it earlier!" Song Yuzhi sighed bitterly, "That man has low martial arts skills and clumsy footwork, but his arms are extremely strong and he can endure inhuman pain - how could he have done that without special training? I should have thought of it earlier!"
His handsome eyes opened angrily and he glared at Yang Heying angrily: "You actually sent a dead soldier to kill my brother!"
Yang Heying was unable to get off the tiger at this moment, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Song Maozhi killed Huang Laoxiong's family. I want to avenge the Huang family. What's wrong?!"
Qi Yunke said displeasedly: "It has not yet been determined whether Song Maozhi is the murderer. How can you kill disciples of your brother's sect at will?!"
Song Yuzhi felt sad in his heart, "He wanted to cover up the truth that he was the culprit, so he put everything on my brother!"
He hated Yang Heying so much at this moment, and had no doubts about what Mu Qingyan said last night, he said loudly, "After the old hero Huang retired, he stopped interacting with people in the world. No one knew his whereabouts. How could my brother know? ! Only you, Old Man Yang, only you can know, because..."
"Because my grandfather cared about my mother and me and was worried that our lives would not be good, he would often send us things..." Yang Xiaolan was devastated, with tears streaming down her face, "That's why daddy knew about Qimu Mountain!"
"You bastard, don't you dare talk nonsense again!"
Yang Heying raised his sword and was about to kill his daughter, but Yang Xiaolan dodged neatly.
Mrs. Zhuo hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Yang Heying's arm holding the sword, begging her husband repeatedly not to be angry. Yang Heying was so angry that he threw her with all his strength. Mrs. Zhuo hit her head against the brick wall, and her head was covered with blood.
"Mom!" Yang Xiaolan screamed and stepped forward to hug her mother.
Yang Heying was about to chop again, but others could no longer stand it. Zhou Zhizhen said, "Wait," and Qi Yunke slowly pushed out his palms, blowing wind from his sleeves. The strong and mellow energy knocked the sword from Yang Heying's hand.
"What do you want to do!" Yang Heying was furious, "Even if I know that the Huang family lives in seclusion in Qimu Mountain, why do I have to refine the corpse slave in Qimu Mountain?"
Qi Yunke said angrily: "Yang Heying, what are you pretending to be? We have all seen the scene of refining corpse slaves back then. Not only was it very noisy, but it also required water, firewood, and a steady stream of living people. Otherwise, do you think Wu Yuanying and the others were How did you find someone refining corpse slaves in Cauldron Mountain?" - It was Wu Yuan Yingcai who led the heroes to the mountain to eliminate the evil, but he didn't expect it to be Elder Yaoguang.
Zhou Zhizhen also said: "What's more, the living people who refine the corpse slaves must have good cultivation. The power of ordinary people who have no foundation will not be great. Qimu Mountain is the perfect place - no one knows , there are water and forests, and there is also a group of retired martial arts people in the mountains. Although their limbs are disabled, their cultivation is still there, and there are villagers at the foot of the mountain who can be driven. Once the news is leaked, the village will be wiped out! "
Yang Heying sneered and said: "Okay, okay, tonight you are determined to accuse me of this big crime. Why are you going to kill my whole family, Master Qi?! Anyway, there is no evidence, just empty words, I am determined not to Plea guilty!"
Qi Yunke's mask was frosty: "Family has its own laws, and every family has its own rules. If anyone from Beichen Six Sect commits such a heartbreaking crime, I will not forgive you! Yang Heying, you can leave tonight, and then I will go to Qimu Mountain in person Investigate. The Skynet is huge, and the battle to refine the Corpse Puppet Slaves is so big, I don’t think you can clean up all the traces. At that time, I will summon all the heroes in the world to discuss it with you!"
Yang Heying sneered, "Okay, let's go!" He picked up his only son Yang Tianci who was crying, and ordered his disciples to bring the seriously injured Sha family brother and sister. A large group of people shouted and left.
Yang Xiaolan looked at Yang Heying's leaving figure, holding the unconscious Mrs. Zhuo alone.
Song Xiuzhi sighed softly, took out a pair of jade wish-fulfilling rings from his arms, and held them in his hands: "Miss Yang, please forgive me. Your Majesty framed and killed my second brother Maozhi. There is a great hatred ahead. I'm afraid you and I will not be able to get married." This formal gift..."
Yang Xiaolan turned back, her eyes empty, as if she hadn't seen Song Xiuzhi at all.
Song Xiuzhi was about to say more when he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing. His hands were empty. The pair of jade wish-fulfilling rings were gone. Instead, there was a white jade pendant in his hand. It was the token that Song Shijun had used to get Yang Heying engaged.
Yang Xiaolan remained silent, lowered her head, carried Mrs. Zhuo on her back, and left in a different direction from Yang Heying. She seemed to tap her feet slightly before leaving. The person's shadow was gone, and the night wind blew by, blowing a touch of bright green from the ground. Everyone looked at it in confusion, only to realize that Yang Xiaolan had just stepped on the jade ring and turned it into powder. Cai Zhao secretly screamed happily, feeling deeply that Yang Xiaolan was worth getting to know.
"Alas, Master Yang is not careful in his behavior, but Miss Yang is a strong woman." Song Xiuzhi sighed quietly.
The regretful and hypocritical look on Cai Zhao's face made Cai Zhao angry. Song Yu took a step forward and said angrily: "Yang Heying is not a good person, what about you? It was you who identified your elder brother in front of everyone, so Yang Heying had the opportunity to kill him!" "
Song Xiuzhi looked sad: "I was seriously injured at that time. I thought it was Mao Zhi who sent someone to do it. I was sad and angry in my heart, so I told everyone the truth. If I had known this, I would rather hide everything. Say a word."
This is a wonderful thing to say. He kept saying that he should not reveal the truth, but in fact it still implied that Song Maozhi acted improperly.
Many Guangtianmen disciples around them were shouting that Song Xiuzhi was just telling the truth. Apart from speaking too fast, there was nothing wrong with it. Song Yuzhi was unable to refute it for a while.
Cai Zhao stood next to Song Yuzhi and said loudly: "The heads of the Song family lost countless lives and injuries in one day - the current head was seriously injured, the next head died tragically, and Uncle Pang Liu, the head of the church, died, and he was supposed to succeed him as head. My third uncle also died of his injuries, and even the Yang family of the Si Qi clan stepped into the quagmire. Does Young Master Xiu want to say that he is clean and completely innocent?"
Song Xiuzhi frowned slightly, "I just told what I saw and heard. I didn't add or subtract anything. I don't want people to misunderstand the second brother Maozhi, but I have no intention of framing the second brother."
Cai Zhao sneered: "If you say no, then there won't be. In that case, tomorrow I will find one or two hundred storytellers to tell everything about what happened in Guangtianmen in the past few days, so that the heroes of the world and the common people can tell the story. The people all have seen our innocent and spotless young master Song Xiuzhi!"
Song Xiuzhi finally changed his expression and turned to look at Qi Yunke: "Sect Master Qi, it is clear that Head Yang has evil intentions to frame his second brother. Now that Miss Cai is so aggressive, does she want to accuse me of murdering my brother and conspiring to frame my father? Qi Does the sect master intend to punish me for my sins in the name of the head of the six sects?"
Cai Zhao stopped him, "You don't have to be so aggrieved by retreating in order to advance! Why did Yang Heying frame Song Maozhi for no reason? How could his surname Yang be the head of the Guangtian Sect? Not because of your great son-in-law!" Okay, let’s not talk about anything else…”
She suddenly raised her voice, "Anyway, Song Xiuzhi wants to be the head of the Guangtian Sect, and I definitely don't agree to it!"
The supporters behind Song Xiuzhi were furious and shouted: "Who do you think you are? It's your turn to agree!"
Cai Zhao put his hands on his hips and scolded back: "I'm not that old, but I still disagree!"
——If it weren't for the tense situation at hand, Fan Xingjia, who was hiding behind, almost laughed.
"Zhaozhao, you can't believe what you say." Zhou Zhizhen suppressed a smile and scolded, "Everything is done without caring about the heart. The so-called principle of melon fields and plum blossoms, the elders of Guangtianmen will definitely know it."
No matter how Song Xiuzhi defended himself, it was his testimony that led to Song Maozhi's death and Song Shijun's serious injury. It would be unclear if he succeeded him as the leader.
These words were hidden in words, and they really hit the mark. Song Xiuzhi's supporters were shocked and angry.
The great-uncle of Wufang took a step forward and said, "Sect Master Qi clearly knows that although the six sects are of the same spirit, they have been doing their own thing in their own monasteries for two hundred years. Unless it is an outrageous act that cannot be tolerated by nature, the rights and wrongs of this sect will not matter. It has its own sect to deal with, and brother sects should not intervene without reason, so as not to cause discord among the six sects and give the Demon Sect an opportunity to take advantage of it - you know all the past events."
As soon as he said this, Qi Yunke also looked stern, "...Of course I know."
The past two years have been unlucky for the six Beichen sects. First, the two leaders of Taichuguan were exposed as despicable villains and died tragically. The upcoming trial of the Siqi sect will definitely be a huge dispute. Now Guangtian sect must not make any mistakes again. .
Seeing all the chaos, Master Fakong couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "I have overstepped my bounds and asked Da to discuss it for all the donors. Now there are two things that need to be made clear - first, according to the biography of Fei Ge in Luoying Valley, It is said that the head of Song Dynasty was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and he has not woken up yet..."
"That's right." The eldest son of the late third uncle said loudly, "In such a situation, even if the leader's life is not in danger, I am afraid he will not be able to continue to lead the Guangtian Clan."
Master Fakong continued: "In this case, we have to temporarily choose an acting head, and this is the second one. Head Song now only has two sons left, the benefactor of Xiu and the benefactor of Yu..."
The second son of the late third uncle interjected: "In terms of talent and talent, Xiuzhi should be the head of this generation. Well, Yu Zhi has been in the Qingque Sect for more than ten years and knows nothing about the big and small affairs of Guangtianmen. , inappropriate, inappropriate!”
Cai Zhao couldn't bear it anymore: "I don't think Song Xiuzhi is suitable. You two are the most suitable. As the saying goes, if you survive a disaster, you will have blessings later. You two were not crippled by Chen Shu's Five Poison Palm, which shows that there will be blessings in the future. "
The third uncle's two sons' faces turned red. Regardless of whether they were hit by the Five Poison Palms or not, their qualifications and cultivation were not particularly outstanding.
Zhou Zhizhen smiled, shook his head and pulled Cai Xiaozhao aside. He turned his eyes to the side and said calmly, "Yuzhi, it's your turn to make your own decision."
Song Yuzhi straightened his clothes, stood in front of everyone, and said loudly: "Now that the matter is over, let's act according to the old rules of Guangtian Clan. I am willing to compete with my eldest brother to determine the candidate to succeed the head."
Cai Zhao called softly from behind: "Hey, Third Senior Brother, your internal and external injuries haven't healed yet."
Fan Xingjia came over and said, "It's okay, Song Xiuzhi's cultivation level is not high."
Song Yuzhi did not look back, with a stubborn look on his face: "In order to avoid the Song family's fratricide and the Guangtian Clan's chaos, let me fight with my eldest brother and end everything."
Qi Yunke sighed: "Yuzhi, have you really thought about it?"
Song Yuzhi nodded.
