In the Danxin Hall, Xue Zhengyong and the elders of the disciples stared at the uninvited guests with gloomy faces.

As expected, almost all the people from these major sects survived, and even Jiang Xi, who was quite reasonable, stood there. Although he did not want to target a certain sect, the matter was serious. Moreover, there were too many clues to the top of life and death in recent days. As the leader of the Immortal Sect, he had to lead the crowd to come.

The disciples at the top of life and death have been asked for trouble one after another these days, and they were unhappy in their hearts. Today, they were suddenly pointed at the nose and scolded "having been ill-intentioned" and "hiding criminals", and they were even more angry. Moreover, the upper world is coming in a fierce manner, and they are questioning and despised in their words. As they talk, a strong smell of fire and medicine has spread in the air.

"Xue said again, the top of life and death has never deliberately revealed the forbidden art scroll to Mo Ran, nor has he indulged Mo Ran in practicing this path, he has not secretly refined Zhenlong chess pieces, nor has he planned to rely on this forbidden art to unify the world of cultivation. Also, Yuheng and Mo Ran are not in the sect at this moment, please reason."

Among the sects of the upper world of cultivation, Bitan Village, Jiangdongtang and the top of life and death have the deepest grudges.

There are only a hundred people in Jiangdong Hall now, all of whom are clearly drawn by Huang Xiaoyue on the surface, but not necessarily in their bones. They looked at each other, and someone sneered: "Sect Master Xue, you have nothing to say. Although you say that the top of life and death is innocent, all kinds of doubts are pointing to the noble school. People's hearts are separated from their belly. Who knows what you want to do?"

"that is."

"The Zhenlong Chess, which has caused bloody storms in the cultivation world these days, are all related to your life and death. If it is a coincidence, it would be too far-fetched."

Someone from Bitan Village came forward and said, "I wonder if you have understood that the top of life and death will replace the cultivation world and kill demons, and often do not take any action. It lasts for more than twenty years. They are rushing to do the hardest and most tiring work, but after finishing it, they do not ask for rewards. Once or twice, it is probably out of kindness, but for twenty years, don't you think it's too ridiculous?"

Xue Zhengyong said angrily: "My brothers and I started from scratch. The original intention of establishing the school was to shelter the people of the Qingming Dynasty from the lower world. Xue was full of loyalty and I was innocent."

"Danxin?" the man sneered, "A lot of loyalty Xue Zhengyong taught a nephew who secretly learned the forbidden arts, and raised a master who killed people and robbed prisons. Now these two biggest demons are from the top of your life and death. What is the face of Master Xue? "

Someone said, "No, Master Xue said so nicely, haha, shelter the people of Dawn from the wind and rain? No one in this world will do good deeds for twenty years without seeking rewards. There must be a conspiracy behind this!"

"There are so many chess pieces with unknown origins before, which would never be made overnight. Maybe over the years, I have played the sign of eliminating the demons and guards on the surface, but secretly raised a wave of Zhenlong chess in private..."

Xue Meng was also in the hall. He was so angry these days that he could not bear it anymore when he heard this. He suddenly stood up, drew his sword to determine the case, and the cup was poured over and the ground was in a mess.

"Did you make it up?"

“…”

Xue Meng raised his eyes and looked fierce: "It's okay to spread rumors in private. If you run to the top of life and death, who will give you the courage?!"

Jiangdongtang is at the end of his strength. After so many seniors died one after another, he was already a little rude in the election. The new leader is a young girl who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old. Apart from being beautiful, he is useless, and he actually relies on the embrace and love of several senior brothers in the school to fall in love with him.

The little girl didn't understand the rules and had never suffered any hardships. She probably felt that everyone in the world would be impressed by her beauty like her unlucky senior brothers, so she smiled sweetly and said, "Brother Ziming, don't be angry."

Xue Meng: "..."

"You will be less handsome when you are angry."

"Puff!" Someone immediately laughed out loud.

Even though the atmosphere in the hall was tense, when she heard her speak, many monks couldn't hold back. For a large sect like the Fire Phoenix Pavilion and the Snow Palace, the disciples looked at the "Master of the Sect with a dementia."

The girl felt more and more that all men in the world were fascinated by her. She raised her snow-white neck and said intoxicatedly: "What are you wronged and can't you talk calmly? As long as what you say makes sense and I am the leader of the top ten sects in the upper world will preside over justice for you."

As soon as this statement was spoken, the heads who were pretending to be solemn could not bear it anymore.

Ma Yun from Taobao Villa is a businessman and reacts the fastest to numbers. He was stunned: "What? How many major sects in the upper cultivator world? Top 10?"

Ming Yue, the Lord of the Palace of the Snow Palace, said expressionlessly: "She calculated wrongly. Just pretend you didn't hear it."

Ma Yun was a kind person, and immediately said "Oh" twice, and smiled and stopped interrupting.

But the faces of the Xuanjing Elder of Wubei Temple and the Taoist priests of the Shangqing Pavilion of Huohuang Pavilion are not good-looking. However, the faces of all the heads together are probably not as gloomy as Jiang Xi.

Although Jiang Xi didn't say anything, he was obviously offended by the girl's "thinking that I was". He was rubbing his leader's ring while staring at the little girl gloomy.

The girl was still making a big splash: "We are all talking about the matter. Everyone will express their own ideas and make guesses, and that's nothing wrong."

Xue Meng's tone was filled with sparks: "You want to tell stories and go home to tell them. There is no place for you to talk to in Shu!"

"?"

The little girl was stunned, and she burst into tears in an instant. She turned her head to sobbed at the senior brothers and uncles of Jiangdongtang behind her, "He, he is unreasonable - he scolds me... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Jiang Xi: “…”

Mingyue Tower: "…”

Elder Xuanjing: "..."

Someone present murmured in a low voice: "Jiangdongtang is over."

"Who is this little girl? Not as good as Huang Xiaoyue..."

Mei Hanxue was also in the crowd. He touched his nose after hearing this and smiled, "That can't be said that, it's better than Huang Xiaoyue. The little girl is at least good-looking."

As soon as this girl cried, Jiangdongtang immediately had her senior brother anxious. A white-faced scholar-like character first took her handkerchief and wiped her face, then turned her head and said coldly to Xue Meng: "I really deserve to be my disciple of Master Chu and Master Mo's cousin."

Now Chu Wanning and Mo Ran are like dragon's reverse scales to Xue Meng, where can they be mentioned?

Xue Meng narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The guy who had just had no idea, touched his lips and teeth and said sarcastically: "You are a criminal, the brother of the devil, where does your face come from with a majestic face?"

Before he finished speaking, Longcheng shone suddenly pointed at the man's neck! All four seats were silent.

The man did not expect Xue Meng to take action directly, through the cold blade, but seeing that Xue Meng's eyes were extremely cold and his reason was hard to survive, his face became whiter. He opened his mouth but did not dare to say anything again.

"Yes, I am majestic. Can't I be majestic?"

Xue Meng poked the man's neck with the tip of the knife. He was so angry that he even trembled with his hands. His strength was difficult to control. He had pierced the man's skin, and blood was seen in his nose and blood.

"But you, what are you? You deserve to be on the top of life and death, and you are rude to me?"

When Xue Zhengyong saw Xue Meng rising up, he calmed down a little. He said in a deep voice: "Meng'er, sit down."

Xue Meng suddenly turned around: "Do I want them to say it?"

Xue Zhengyong: “…”

Xue Meng turned his gaze away from his father, staring at everyone who dared to look at him and whispered to each other. His chest was undulating, and he spoke, even though he tried his best to maintain his calmness, there was still a trace of anger in his voice.

"It's so ridiculous. For so many years, the top of life and death has not been injustice, and the disciples are running around - what are they for? Fame, wealth, money, and forbidden art?"

The dragon city hangs high, and the snow is shimmering.

"All the Immortals, righteous men, heroes, and leaders." Words and sentences broke through the air, cutting through everyone's faces. Xue Meng looked red, "I'll ask you..."

"Twenty years ago, when Wuchang Town was about to become a ghost town, where were you?"

"Fifteen years ago, when the sky in Shu was broken and nine out of ten rooms were empty, where were you?"

"Three years ago, the barrier of Caidie Town was damaged again, ghosts were rampant, and hungry people were displaced. Where are you?"

There was a slight rippling light in his eyes, but his voice was still ruthless and cold.

"In recent years, how many times have the lower world been begging you for help? Is it useful to ask for mercy and help? How much did the Rufeng Sect pay to eliminate demons in the past to take action? The refugees in the lower world cannot even have enough food, so where can they have money to invite you to the great Buddhas?"

Everyone was a little embarrassed when they were said. Some were indeed bowing their heads to reflect, but some people smashed for a while and tried to take all the sewage into a sect of Rufeng Sect: "Yes, Rufeng Sect was indeed a bit unscrupulous back then, but that had nothing to do with us. My sect subdued demons and evil spirits, and the money I asked for was only a few hundred silver. Young Master Xue should not knock a boat of people with one stick."

"Oh. A few hundred silvers." Xue Meng suddenly sneered, "Master, have you ever seen the townships in Shuzhong?"

“…”

"You go and see the southern border of Shu, you go and see the Ghost City of Fengdu, go and see the foot of Emei, see how those people live, and then you come and tell me, you only collect a few hundred silver."

Master Xuanjing sighed and said, "Young Master Xue, I know that you are in pain."

I paused, but the conversation changed.

"However, no matter what, the disciples practiced forbidden arts in the Top of Life and Death. There were also elders who deliberately covered up the law grounds of Tianyin Pavilion, and even killed eleven cultivators of Tianyin Pavilion in order to escape the difficulties. With these two sects of sin, the Top of Life and Death is still unlucky."

Xue Meng's anger became more and more intense, as if a black cloud covered his eyebrows: "Master, you have seen how cruel Tianyin Pavilion has made at that time. They wanted the lives of my master and Mo Ran! If my master doesn't leave, will he still sit in the same place and wait for death?!"

He was very fierce, and this sentence blurted out, but immediately seized the loophole for others.

"Well? According to the meaning of this, Young Master Xue actually thought Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were doing the right thing?"

"There are so many reasons to kill someone. It turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

"This concept of right and wrong makes people feel cold. I think this peak of life and death really cannot be kept."

After hearing the last sentence, Xue Zhengyong also had blood and blood surging, and the pain in the wound was even more severe. He pinched his fingers secretly, endured the pain, and then stared at the person talking, his face became extremely gloomy: "This immortal chief is probably joking."

"They didn't joke."

Xue Zhengyong narrowed his eyes, looked for the sound, slowly turned his head, and he murmured: "Jiang Xi..."

From the beginning to now, Jiang Xi has never slandered him, but he has not spoken to him. He was wearing a light green embroidered silver thread Du Ruo's robe, standing in the hall, unable to tell his mood.

Jiang Xi actually didn't want to wade into this muddy water, but if he didn't speak, the scene would probably become more and more anxious, so he moved his eyelashes and raised his eyes and said, "According to the rules of the cultivation world, if any disciples practice the forbidden arts, regardless of whether the sect directly instructs it, it will be a disadvantage for the instructor and there is no way to supervise it."

Xue Zhengyong's face turned pale.

Jiang Xi continued: "In order to prevent future troubles, once discovered, such sects should immediately dismiss their disciples and force them to be locked down. This is not unclear to the fact that Sect Xue will not be unclear."

It's really not unclear.

However, although this rule was formulated, the world of cultivation has not truly followed it for a hundred years.

How many disciples are there in a sect? How can each disciple do what they do? Looking back on the past, no matter what the Confucian Party, the lonely moonlit night, or even the Wubei Temple, Shangqing Pavilion, which family has not produced several people who practiced the three major forbidden techniques? For example, when you were innocent, you were famous for your rebirth technique - who would have besieged Wubei Temple for this and asked the abbot to close the temple?

To put it bluntly, this rule is just for constraints, but never fulfilled. Only in today's situation, when the wall falls and everyone pushes it, are afraid that there will be conspiracy hidden in the top of life and death, will they bring out this empty text and force the top of life and death to fall.

Xue Zhengyong did not answer, but just described as a desolate person, staring at Jiang Xi, as if he was surrounded by a lonely wolf.

After a while, he asked Jiang Xi: "Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

Jiang Xi replied: "I think it's ridiculous. But if I do this, I can't tell you about your school."

"Lingwen..." Xue Zhengyong suddenly smiled, his knuckles rubbed the relief of the beast's head on the edge of the seat, and closed his eyes and sighed, "It's been twenty years. Lingwen in the upper world of cultivation is still strict and strict, and he is wide and has not changed at all."
To be continued...