If the conspiracy to frame an ally is true, Tongchenyuan may not be able to forcibly protect them.
As the first disciple in the garden, Yu Lu has always had the heart to protect the young, so he decided to take the consequences when the incident was revealed and bear the consequences alone. Turning his head to look at Yan Ci, he saw that this guy was in a good mood of playing, making faces that he didn't know how high and mighty he was, and he couldn't help but feel speechless.
Yan Ci was disdainful to see He Zuwang's stinky face, and said scornfully: "A person's mouth has two skins, and he can move his words in both directions! Is this the Huaqing Sect's ability to fight and attack?"
The number of times the onlookers have been surprised throughout the whole year has not been more than half a day. Yan Ci actually didn't even show respect to the Huaqing Sect, not to mention not saying a word, but whenever he spoke he started to make people angry!
He Zuwang's self-restraint skills are quite good, he said with a smile: "I haven't even touched my little friend's finger, so I have to admit my grievances?"
The situation was clear. He Zuwang had indeed never touched a hair on his head, and there was absolutely no reason for him to beat him into submission.
However, Yan Cihui used strong words and argued: "The body and mind are one, and the mind and matter are one. It can be seen that the soul is the foundation of enlightenment, and it is used as the finishing touch. The Taoist priest made slanderous remarks without any basis. You must know that slander is worse than a sword, and it hurts people more deeply!" Because of this, Yan can't calm down and calm down, how can he practice Taoism? If someone mistakenly believes the rumors, it will inevitably attract a lot of abuse and curses. Compared with the talk of gold and the destruction of bones, Yan would rather give up a few fingers."
He became more and more energetic as he spoke, and continued: "Monks often say that to cultivate one's body, speech, and mind, one needs to speak kind words and practice oral ethics. Why is it that the Taoist monk has such a wicked heart and evil intentions, and speaks so viciously!"
The group of cultivators were dumbfounded when they heard this. Yan Ci's words were so sharp that even ten He Zuwang would not be able to withstand them.
He Zuwang's anger was instantly aroused, but when he saw that the audience was gathering more and more, he had to respect his identity and preached in a deep voice: "Among the young people, there is no one who dares to be a leader. My rude words will definitely be punished." It’s caused by the teacher’s neglect of discipline.”
Some monks strongly agree that the way to practice cultivation is to supervise people to do good. Moreover, it is a natural principle to respect the elderly and the virtuous. This trend of hurtful words and hurtful words cannot be encouraged.
Why should we be so duplicitous and accustomed to doing one thing in front of others and doing another behind their backs?
Now that he came to the door voluntarily, Yan Ci had no intention of tearing off his wolf skin, and immediately put on a playful smile and said: "It's rare that the Taoist priest has changed his mind and no longer acts like a gangster, so let's be reasonable."
Before He Zuwang could speak, he asked, "The Taoist priest said that the Canghu eggs were taken by Yan. What's the evidence?"
He Zuwang said: "What I have seen with my own eyes is proof!"
Yan Ci said: "When did you take it?"
"When fellow Taoist Li Chen showed up." He Zuwang looked at Li Chen and explained, "At that time, the stall owner was kicking the case. Fellow Taoist shouted something to stop him, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. Good opportunity to swap packages.”
Li Chen thought for a while and felt that it was very possible.
Yan Ci said: "How to obtain it?"
He Zuwang said proudly: "The poor Taoist noticed the flickering shadow on the layman's sleeves, so he knew that he was doing something secretly."
The group of cultivators were surprised, what kind of credentials is this?
Yan Ci sneered again and again, raised his sleeves and asked: "What kind of shadow looks like? How does it appear? How can a swan egg be replaced with a stone in just a few breaths? Where is the shadow now?"
He Zuwang was stunned. He kept hinting that Yan Ci had moved his hands and feet, but he forgot to find out how. The shadow disappeared in a flash, how could he see it clearly?
Yan Ci asked again: "The Huaqing Sect is proficient in talismans. How long does it take to make a talisman out of hard stone? When Yan entered the city for the first time, what were the chances of making a finished talisman since dawn? How did Yan predict this stall? There are canghu eggs and you deliberately take possession of them? The root cause of this matter is the rude words of the stall owner. Is the stall owner still an accomplice? "
He Zuwang was completely confused by a series of questions, and he hesitated: "If the layman doesn't admit it, why not have him searched to prove his innocence."
As soon as these words came out, the group of cultivators were in an uproar, and even Li Chen felt helpless.
Yan Ci solemnly said: "Li Chen Dao Yin Zhen drank it, and those who have the energy to do mischief in private are definitely not low-level cultivators. If you respect the master and practice Talisman Dao, you must have reserves of shape-changing talismans. In terms of ability and time, you are suspected of theft." , and then use Yan as a scapegoat after he succeeds, a fish that has slipped through the net that Huanye Palace needs to be eradicated urgently, not only does it steal a pillar, but it also kills two birds with one stone!"
This rhetoric was extremely inflammatory, and onlookers kept echoing it. Even the stall owner, Chen Xiao, was a little suspicious of what he was doing.
He Zuwang had never experienced such an embarrassing scene before. His calm and calm efforts were completely forgotten, and he looked confused and confused.
Those who fall behind will be beaten, and those who make mistakes will be scolded. Yan Ci will never miss a good opportunity if he is determined to deal with it. He immediately presses and asks righteously: "The monk Taixilou has confessed that he hired murderers to kidnap people in Panpu City. How dare you How dare you take it! Why don’t you confess it quickly!”
He was so poor that he could not speak for a long time.
The group of cultivators finally understood that Yan Ci had come prepared. Huanye Palace hated him for killing his relatives, and Huaqing Sect hated him for humiliating him. Today, he made the high-level monks of both sects lose face, which is really satisfying.
Du Ruozhou burst into tears for a moment and said to himself: "This guy has always been a fool, but who knows he is also a strong-willed and bloody man!"
The scattered Tongchen disciples were all filled with righteous indignation. Yan Ci raised his arms and shouted: "The law of heaven is clear. It is our mission to make the people who talk about Buddha's mouth and have a snake heart have no escape!"
Yu Lu suddenly felt a surge of sadness in his chest, feeling that these words were the most sensational words he had ever heard in his life.
Yan Ci couldn't calm down his resentment, and suddenly raised his head and screamed. Many monks either pitied his plight, or were hurt by the situation, and responded one after another.
In an instant, the crowd burst out with a wave of sound that shook the heavens and shook the earth, like mountains collapsing.
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The commotion became louder and louder, and the garrison patrolling the city rushed to disperse the crowd, but suddenly found the Yingying monks gathered in the crowd.
Everyone watched in silence. Not only did they not step forward to stop him, they also vaguely wanted to give each other some advice.
The atmosphere became increasingly solemn, and the garrison soldiers did not dare to move without permission. People rushed to the meeting hall to report in a hurry.
The whole city was filled with cries. When Qing Ming heard the sound in his station, he was surprised and immediately sent someone to investigate. Suddenly, it was reported that his disciple Yan Ci had set up a Taoist platform on the coast and wanted to have a life-and-death showdown with Li Chen, the cultivator of Huanye Palace.
Qing Ming was frightened when he heard this and hurried out of the city to stop him.
The coast was crowded with people, and cultivators from outer cities rushed to tell each other, inviting friends to eat melon and watch a show on the spot.
For a disciple in the fusion stage to challenge a senior in the infant stage is definitely the craziest stunt, enough to attract the attention of monks all over the city.
Everyone is looking forward to seeing a real contest between the overlord and the dark horse, not just a showdown between the two sides.
Yan Ci stole the show and became the hottest new star. Whether he lost or failed, he seemed to be the winner.
When Li Chen faced his opponent, he deserved it if he won, and he would be embarrassed if he lost. However, the disciples of Huanye Palace made no secret of their disdain for the duel. They told everyone that Yan Ci was just a clown trying to attract attention by fighting.
The Tongchenyuan disciples sneered and retorted: "The reputation of the holder of the fairy beads is definitely much louder than that of Li Chen!" They were either full of confidence or extremely excited, hoping that Yan Ci could wash away the bloodshed.
Even if we are close or distant, we will inevitably share the same hatred and hatred. However, the price of impulsiveness is painful, and it has always been like this.
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The gray sky looked gloomy and depressing, the tide was rolling, and the early autumn wind carried a bit of coolness.
The whole place was completely silent. In the eyes of rational people, Yan Ci's move was undoubtedly an egg against a stone. Li Chen was humiliated in front of a large audience and would never feed a tiger again.
Qing Ming hurried to the coast of Canghai and saw a piece of black ice with an area of about acre floating in the shallow sea. Yan Ci and Li Chen stood far away from each other, how could they expect to be suspended on the edge of the judgment.
Shi Tingyan said: "Does the old Taoist have any last words?"
The monks on the bank were chatting, laughing and chatting, all talking. Until now, Yan Ci still dared to speak rudely.
Qing Ming was so angry that he was about to fly up to the stage when he suddenly saw Lin Mo and Yu crossing the water to greet them. He quickly asked: "What happened to this?"
Lin Mo sighed: "Young man Yan was eager for revenge and deliberately made Li Chen angry with his words. After being humiliated, Li Chen said he wanted to discipline his disciples for his junior sister. Yan Ci was so impulsive that he directly marked the way to a duel."
Qing Ming complained: "Why didn't you two stop it in time?"
Yu crossed the water and said, "When nephew Yan mentioned the captivity of Panpucheng, he not only asked He Zuwang, but also blamed him for the canghu eggs being stolen. He Zuwang was disgraced and disgraced as soon as he heard about the duel. He opened his mouth to clamp down on the situation, and made Master Yan swear to God that he would never allow outsiders to help, and there was nothing we could do."
Lin Mo added: "Young Master Yan is extremely intelligent and always acts decisively. At that time, the forces in the city were mixed, and all the sects who were worried that the situation would get out of control started to take precautions, so we did not insist on intervening."
Qing Ming roughly figured out the situation, regretted that he had let Yan Ci go too far, and sighed: "You bastard, how can this be a duel? You are clearly seeking your own death!"
A disciple is like a master, and Qing Ming certainly knows more about Yan Ci's weight. Lin Mo was comforting himself, sincerely hoping that Yan boy could really bring some surprises to the cultivators in the world, but when he heard this, he was immediately speechless.
This group of people were not the only ones feeling worried on the field. The monks in Tongchenyuan were all worried about gains and losses. After all, with Yan Ci's ability and the magical power of the leader of Huaying, the chances of winning were really slim.
Han Bing was so worried that his breathing almost stopped.
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On the Taoist platform, Li Chen no longer wanted to have a meaningless argument with Yan Ci, and said calmly: "It is better to sit down and talk about the Tao than to get up and practice it. I only hope that lay people will not have to have high aspirations and talents."
Where the sleeves of the robe were turned up, he directly held up the Snow Crying Sword for which he was famous. The fairy sword was white in color, and its blade was like frost. When the sword light came and went, the wind and snow blew together. It was a genuine heaven-level magic weapon.
Someone outside the court was angry and secretly scolded Li Chen for being so shameless.
Cultivators are benevolent and righteous, and have always had the ambition to help the weak and support the poor. When I see that Li Chen's cultivation is far superior to that of Yan Ci, especially relying on heaven-level magic weapons, I can't help but secretly sigh that Li Chen's behavior is out of character.
It's just that a life-and-death duel is a matter of life and death, so it's not appropriate to make unreasonable accusations.
Yan Ci was full of fighting spirit, and before he said a word of nonsense, the iris sword suddenly swung away with a purple-gold glow. The vague blue falling sword intention suddenly activated, and the sword intention transformed into a slender hair-like purple lightning that flew to slash Li Chen's chest and abdomen.
Li Chen fluttered his sleeves and raised his sword, and a cold wind whipped up snow out of thin air outside him. The clusters of snowflakes seemed to be erratic, but when they gathered and dispersed, they were rigid and adhered to mysterious rules.
The sky is filled with sleet snow, standing and then blocking in the middle of the road to volley Zidian.
The Biluo Sword Intent disappeared in the slightest sound of contact, but the snowflakes were flying and advancing rapidly, with the potential to annihilate the Taoist platform.
After a brief trial, Yan Ci knew what he was doing. Although the snow-foaming move was gorgeous and magnificent, its lethality was actually limited. There was no shortage of ingenious means to deal with it.
Kneading secrets with one hand, a vast and majestic aura surged from the whole body. On the finger of the hand, a flower of light and shadow flickers. The magnificent and eye-catching shadow seems to have swallowed up the brilliance of the dawn. It is so bright that people dare not look directly at it.
With a flick of the secret finger, a strange radiance exploded, and the shadow ball erupted with thousands of golden lights. The flames flashed and extinguished, dancing and swimming, pushing towards the drifting snow with fierce force.
As soon as Chuyang Hua Qianxue's magical power was activated, the angry light galloped in the wind and collided with the falling snow. After a brief stalemate, countless bright spots condensed and passed through the gap.
The scene is like pouring hot soup on snow. Suddenly, the wind disappears and the snow disappears before your eyes.
The rays of light kept running, sweeping away the haze and dyeing the Taoist platform into a fiery golden color.
[Serialized on Zongheng Chinese website...]
