Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

Tsk, could it be that Daoist Duan was very dissatisfied with this young master's words and deeds back then, and that's why he remembered what happened at the Lingyun Conference so clearly that he still broods about it to this day, and by the way exposed this young master's identity?

The past was fascinated by the past, Yun Zhuo frowned and pondered the deep meaning of Duan Zhaoying's white eyes, but unexpectedly, there was a coolness on the neck while thinking, and there was a little bit of pain, which forced him to He had to lower his head while gasping "hiss".

——The Taoist priest's saber sword Lanshuang with a cold light lay across his neck.

"Are you really a thief?!"

Duan Zhaoying felt even more annoyed when she saw that people were silent, and already acquiesced in her guess. With a flick of her wrist, she cut Yun Zhuo's neck to a bloody line, and her voice trembled slightly: "I have linked up with Nanzhao, washed Yunya with blood, and I have more than a guilty conscience.... Dare to use the corpse to revive the soul and harm my sword boy, it is simply unbearable! Daoist, I will do justice for the sky today!"

"Practice the way for the heavens? Daoist, I advise you to think twice before acting."

During the stalemate, a deep voice was heard again, and Situ Lin also got involved at some point, and the Taoist priest was also put on a weapon around his neck, which "flattened" the black fan.

This fan is called Ping Ping, and its appearance is also plain. It is pure black and does not have any decorations, but it has a hidden secret inside, and it is as ingenious as clumsy—the surface is woven with boneless silk kneaded with iron sand, and it is made of thousand-year-old sacred wood embedded with black gold. Bone forming, can hide hidden weapons and block them.Even though he was once dusted in Jiu Miao's arsenal for a few years because of his appearance, he was finally picked up by this idle and indisputable Jiu Miao's disciple, and he was cited as a good weapon.

Now, under the black fan, a thin blade gleaming with cold light has been pulled out, and a small bloody gash was cut on Duan Zhaoying's neck.The man in charge was sneering at the Taoist priest: "The Taoist priest can think clearly, if he dares to hurt him, my fan will not show mercy."

Feeling the pain, Duan Zhaoying gritted her teeth and trembled slightly with one hand: "Master Mozun, as the head of a sect, you actually protect such a crime? Are you not afraid of being honest?!"

Situ Lin didn't change his expression: "Of course I'm not afraid."

"Hmph, I'm really obsessed with ghosts."

Duan Zhaoying snorted coldly: "At the Lingyun Conference back then, I knew that the two of you were a scourge. I didn't expect that after so many years, you would become a pair of murderers. It's really blind to the heavens to live here with a dead body. !"

Situ Lin didn't deny it: "If the sky had eyes, your brother Daoist Luo wouldn't have died."

"you!"

Being poked at the sore spot, Duan Zhaoying stared: "Breaking off the sleeve is against the ethics of yin and yang, and you still blackmail others and insult the dead for a sin of the world, it's really insane!"

Situ Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and also stared at the Taoist priest: "It seems that you drew the sword first?"

Duan Zhaoying choked for a word, and fell silent for a while, with the anger in her eyes undiminished.

This is really fucked up.

I knew that one of these two people had a knife in their mouth, and the other had a temper like a firecracker. Now that they are on the bar, they feel that the atmosphere in the room is getting worse and worse.Although it is reasonable to say that we should first thank Situ Lin for his righteous help, but when Yun Zhuo saw that the hand holding the sword on his neck was shaking with anger, the cold touch gradually mixed with the warmth of blood, and the situation was getting worse, he really thought about it Add to the confusion.

——It was agreed that after returning to the sun, the Taoist priest should be well protected, and the three of them will investigate together again. Why is it now such an embarrassing situation where weapons are facing each other?

If there is really a disagreement, and the three of them fight in this Xianyouzhai, what kind of cooperation is there to talk about?

"Ok."

Escaping is inevitable, for the sake of his life and the future, he can only take a deep breath and try to persuade: "I admit it, I am Yunzhuo...but can you two calm down."

Unexpectedly, Duan Zhaoying raised eyebrows even more when he heard the words, and became more angry: "Hey, you thief, you have already recognized your identity! You still want to tell the Taoist master to calm down?!"

In exchange for the persuasion, his face was drooling, and Yun Zhuo held up the trembling sword with one hand, and turned his eyes to Situ Lin for help.

As a result, the man did not intend to move the weapon, and said slowly: "I think I am relatively calm."

Well, coercion, verbal threats, weapons are on the neck, what kind of calm can this be?

Rolling his eyes at those two hard-to-serve uncles, Yun Zhuo felt more and more that since his rebirth, these old friends were all targeting him.

"Hey, that Daoist leader, you don't think it's tiring to hold up your weapons, so it's okay."

The stalemate cannot be solved, and after silently reading "A good man does not suffer immediate losses" several times, he still decided to continue to reason with others: "Listen to me, tolerance is not our fault, and the main messenger of this resurrection is not here. It's Shenggu Yinxi..."

"Aunt Yinxi?"

No one knows the name of the holy lady, Duan Zhaoying finally regained some composure after hearing the words, showing a little suspicion, and reluctantly listened: "What do you mean?"

"That's a long story..."

Seeing that there is a door, Yun Zhuo immediately began to ramble: "Where do we start? Or, let's calmly and after death, leave the body and bump into Aunt Yinxi and start talking..."

……

Half an hour later, the lengthy story was finally finished, but the experience Yun Zhuo said was really bizarre, Duan Zhaoying frowned more and more, although the anger had faded, the sharp edge in his hand was still not moving an inch.

The Taoist couldn't believe it: "What did you say? This is Rong Yu's resurrection deal for me?"

Yun Zhuo nodded.

"Hmph, there is no evidence, and you have a lot of criminal records, why should I believe you?!"

He snorted coldly: "Such empty talk, who knows if you are lying again?"

"The evidence is there."

Knowing that it would be like this, Yun Zhuo wanted to show others the strange mark on his back, so he started to undress.Unexpectedly, just after taking off the outer shirt, when he was able to tear off the two straps, he felt the sword on his neck tremble again.

"what are you doing?!"

The belt of the person in front of her was torn all over the place, Duan Zhaoying's complexion was a little darker than before, and there seemed to be a faint rattling of teeth: "Master Dao, I don't want to break my sleeves, don't try to get close to me." !"

... Broken sleeves, broken sleeves, why are they broken sleeves again? !

I can't even explain it to anyone, do I have to ram my head to death to prove my innocence? !

Looking at the Taoist priest's earnest and upright disdainful expression, and remembering that boy Ling Xun had done many unnecessary things, and his own explanations still didn't work, Yun Zhuo gradually felt that his patience had reached its limit, and he had the urge to bump his head to death.So when he was annoyed, he grabbed the edge of the sword with one hand and pushed it away. When the Taoist priest was startled by this action, he took advantage of the momentum to lift the loose hem of his clothes.

"Who said I undressed because I wanted to seduce you with my broken sleeve?!"

Enduring the severe pain on his finger, he pointed to the alien mark on his waist: "Look, this is the seal that Aunt Yinxi branded on me when I was reborn, and your sword boy didn't have it!"

The words are firm and confident, and they seem to stir up echoes in the small room. Duan Zhaoying was stunned by the shock, and looked down.

——On the young man's slender waist, there is a bamboo leaf-shaped red seal that is particularly obvious. There is a faint remnant of mana on it, and it is indeed not the original possession of the little sword boy who has been with him for many years.

Now that she looked at the evidence, Duan Zhaoying couldn't find a reason to refute it, and felt a little embarrassed because she misunderstood that the other person had broken sleeves.Situ Lin, who glanced behind him and refused to give in, gradually realized that he was in the wrong and lost the battle.

After pondering for a moment, he finally let out a cold snort and lowered his sword-holding hand: "Hmph, that Taoist will believe you only once, I hope this time it is true."

"Whether it's true or not, it doesn't really matter."

Seeing that the Taoist priest was subdued, Situ Lin also followed suit and said, "Anyway, Ronghe is dead, whether it is the case of Daoist Cha Luo or the ambush in Cha Linzhong, the only thing left for the Taoist priest is to cooperate with us." There is a way."

"What do you mean?"

Duan Zhaoying frowned slightly, still reluctant: "Why is there only one way left... What if I investigate alone? What if I announce to the world that Yunzhuo has resurrected with a dead body?"

Situ Lin smiled slightly: "If the Taoist priest investigates alone, he has no ghosts to help him, and he is alone. Let's not talk about the results of the investigation. If we just fight with those ambush people again, the chances of winning are not great, right?"

Duan Zhaoying was silent when he heard the words, and seemed to be thinking.

"If we tell the world what happened here, it would be a good way at first glance."

Situ Lin continued: "Unfortunately, at that time, the whole world will definitely be turbulent again because of this, and I'm afraid Wudingguan will be no exception. As a result, the case of Daoist Luo will be put on hold for the time being, and those sword boys who killed you Assassins can also take advantage of the chaos to hide and escape, destroying clues, making it difficult for us to find them in the future."

After finishing speaking, I lightly added another sentence: "The investigation of the case must be done while the iron is hot in order to find more clues. I have already explained the pros and cons of all parties, and I ask the Taoist priest to weigh it for himself."

"Weigh it yourself?"

Duan Zhaoying put the sword back into its sheath, and her sullen face remained: "Situ Ruzhi, are you threatening me?"

Situ Lin didn't deny it, and glanced at Yun Zhuo, who was rubbing his blood-stained fingers and was gasping for air, and casually untied the purple-colored hairband that tied his back hair and threw it to him: "Put it on."

"……Ugh?"

Unexpectedly, he saw a lump of things falling towards him, Yun Zhuo hurriedly reached out to catch it, and unfolded it inexplicably.

Wasn't this person quite irrelevant in the past, and held on high?How could he be so kind-hearted now that he didn't hesitate to dirty his own hair to cover others' wounds?

He murmured and twisted the hair tie around his hand, and he gripped it impulsively just now, the cut was naturally not shallow, and the cloth just covering it was soaked in blood twice, it looked really tragic.However, it is better to have something wrapped in it than nothing, and I wrapped my hands into purple rice dumplings after going back and forth, and finally I couldn't see the oozing red.

Using both hands and mouth, Yun Zhuo struggled to tie the hairband around his wrist, and signaled to the person, "Okay, thank you Brother Lin."

Unexpectedly, before the words were finished, the arms suddenly sank again, and the person who handed him the hairband pulled down the wrapped "zongzi hand" and firmly held it between his hands.

This force was not light, and he was pulled staggeringly, and immediately spun and fell into Situ Lin's arms.And when he was in a trance, he heard a contemptuous snort, which seemed to come from the Taoist priest who hated broken sleeves.

What does it mean to hold people's hands in public, or to pull people into their arms?If you really want me to jump into the Yellow River, you can't wash it out?

Yun Zhuo winked at the person, slightly dissatisfied.

The other party didn't look back, and squeezed out two words with a serious face and heartbeat: "Warm hands."