I have a role in the heavens

Fan Yuxiao followed Song Daren through the high stone steps, and saw a golden plaque in the distance with the words "Yuqing Palace" written on it. Before arriving at the majestic hall, the door was wide open and there was plenty of light inside. The three pure gods of Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun and Daode Tianzun were enshrined in a solemn manner.

In front of the throne of God, on top of the main hall, stood dozens of people, both moral and secular, and it seemed that they were all members of Qingyun's sect. In front of everyone, there were seven large sandalwood chairs, three on the left and three on the left. There was another one in the middle and at the front, but there were only six people sitting on it. Only the last chair in the right row was empty.

At this time, everyone in the hall was talking and seemed to be talking about something. Song Daren was undressing outside the door and said respectfully.

"Head, Master, all uncles, disciple Song Daren, are ordered to kill the survivors of Caomiao Village."

Before he finished speaking, a shrill cry suddenly came from above this sacred and solemn hall, interrupting him: "Ghost, evil ghost! Ghost!"

The crazy man who had been knocked unconscious by him suddenly woke up at this time, yelling crazily, and kept shrinking back until he leaned against the corner. Then he huddled up, trembling, and his frightened eyes secreted. He looked at everyone in the Yuqing Palace.

"Ah, dad! Mom! Don't leave me!"

Perhaps it was the shouting of the crazy man that woke up the other two children. He yelled, grabbed the air with his hands, straightened his upper body suddenly, opened his eyes, looked at the people in front of him, and was stunned for a moment. In situ.

After Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu came to their senses, they turned their attention to the crazy man who kept shouting. They recognized this man as a woodcutter in Caomiao Village. His surname was Wang. He was the second eldest son. He was kind-hearted and smiled all day long. He is also very good to their children. When he goes to the mountains to collect firewood on weekdays, he will bring some wild fruits from the mountains and distribute them to the children.

Zhang Xiaofan rushed over without thinking, ran to Uncle Wang, grabbed his shoulder with force, and asked loudly.

"Second Uncle Wang, what happened? Why are everyone in the village dead? Also, where is my mother and my father, how are they? Tell me!"

Second Uncle Wang seemed to be touched when he heard Zhang Xiaofan's repeated questions. He stopped saying "ghost, ghost" for the time being and slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaofan in front of him.

Everyone in the main hall was suddenly moved, and everyone fell silent. Even some of the people sitting on the chairs couldn't help but stand up and look at this place.

Suddenly, Fan Yuxiao, who had been silent on the side, spoke, glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu who were frightened, and said calmly.

"They are all dead. I have seen them buried in the forest behind the village!"

Zhang Xiaofan's whole body went weak immediately, and he no longer had the strength to hold on to Uncle Wang. He sat down on the ground, his eyes were lifeless, and tears flowed out, covering his face.

Lin Jingyu's expression also changed, and he was filled with sadness, but his performance was indeed much better than Zhang Xiaofan's. He just lowered his head and cried silently, unwilling to show his weak side in front of everyone.

Lin Jingyu was one year older than Zhang Xiaofan. After feeling sad, he realized what was going on and took a look at the people in the hall. He saw that everyone in the hall was wearing Qingyun Sect clothes, both men and women, and they were both upright and polite. Most of them have weapons, mostly long swords. Among them, the six people sitting on the chairs are even more outstanding and outstanding. Among these six people, there are three Taoist priests and three secular ones, especially the one sitting in the middle who is wearing a dark green Taoist robe, has an immortal air, and has warm and bright eyes. He is naturally the famous Master Daoxuan of the Qingyun Sect.

Lin Jingyu didn't say anything at all. He pulled up Zhang Xiaofan who was lying on the ground, ran to the six people, knelt down in front of Daoxuan, and kowtowed "bang bang bang".

Master Daoxuan looked at the two of them carefully, sighed slightly, and said.

"Poor children, please get up."

Lin Jingyu did not stand up, but looked up at this god-like figure and said sadly.

"Sir, we are both young and ignorant. We are suddenly faced with such a big change. We really don't know what to do. You have great supernatural powers and can know the past and the future. Please make the decision for us!"

Zhang Xiaofan was not as good at talking as he was, and his mind was in a mess at the moment, so he also followed.

"Yes, Grandpa Immortal, you have to make the decision!"

Everyone couldn't help but smile on their faces after hearing this. Zhang Xiaofan was childlike and ignorant, but then everyone's eyes fell on Lin Jingyu. Lin Jingyu's calm performance made them consider recruiting disciples.

Only Fan Yuxiao watched with cold eyes, standing aside without kneeling down to beg Daoxuan and others. His face was calm, and could even be said to be indifferent.

Song Daren glanced at Fan Yuxiao standing next to him, secretly comparing himself with Lin Jingyu, and finally thought that Fan Yuxiao made him feel even more special. An eight or nine-year-old child actually saw that hellish tragedy again. Afterwards, he could still calmly bury the corpses of all the people in the village, which is simply unbelievable.

The tragedy in Caomiao Village was an unheard-of thing that had never happened in Qingyun Sect for thousands of years. It happened right at the foot of Qingyun Sect, and the Qingyun Sect was shocked. After receiving Song Daren's report, Master Daoxuan was shocked and angry, and immediately summoned the heads of the other six channels for discussion. At this moment, except for Master Shuiyue, the leader of the Xiaozhu Peak lineage, all the leaders of the other five lines are present.

The person who can serve as the leader of the Qingyun Seven Meridians is naturally the top person in the Qingyun Sect; and the top person in the Qingyun Sect is naturally the top person among the practitioners of Taoism in this world. Everyone present had bright eyes. Looking at Lin Jingyu kneeling on the ground, they couldn't help but secretly thought.

"What a beautiful piece of jade!"

Lin Jingyu can indeed be said to be a piece of beautiful jade, with unique bones and intelligent talent. Otherwise, Master Cangsong would not have looked at him differently, took him into his sect, and even gave him the Dragon-Slaying Sword, the sword of the person he most admired. I gave it to Lin Jingyu, hoping that he could become the second Wan Jianyi and prevent the sword from being covered in dust.

Master Daoxuan sighed. He still had no clue about the incident in Caomiao Village. He could only comfort Lin Jingyu and others with a few words, and then began to give instructions to Song Daren beside him.

"You were the first to discover the incident in Caomiao Village. Please tell me what you saw."

Song Daren told the story one by one in detail. When he heard that Fan Yuxiao was burying the corpses of the whole village alone, they couldn't help but look sideways. However, Fan Yuxiao's image at this time was not very good, and he was covered in blood. He was muddy and dusty, and his true appearance could not be seen. In addition, he stood still and remained silent, which made the masters of Qingyun Sect not have a deep impression on him.

After listening to Song Daren's report, Master Daoxuan couldn't help but frown slightly, glanced at Fan Yuxiao who was standing quietly, and asked.

"Have you verified what this child said!"

Today, I saw that my book friends are still urging me to update. I really can’t do anything. Ten thousand updates a day is already my limit. Sometimes I really want to take a few days off. After all, novel authors have more than ten thousand updates every month. I'm not feeling well and I don't want to write! ! ! ! !