I am also courting Bai Yueguang today

Jun Lingchen carried Wen Xiaer on his back and walked to the door of a house. Wen Xia knocked on the door, and someone opened the door after a while. He was surprised to see him and Jun Ling Shen, "Young Master... yes?"

"My legs and feet are inconvenient, Mr. Miaoyinqing will give me a ride." Wen Xia waved at the other party, and the man hurried out to help him off Jun Ling's heavy back.

Wen Xia leaned on the man with her left leg stretched, and asked Jun Lingchen with a smile, "Would you like to come to my house?"

"Young Master..." The person supporting Wen Xia'er called out to him, with an obvious intention to stop him.

Wen Xiaru turned a deaf ear to it, and fixed her eyes on Jun Lingchen.Jun Ling said solemnly: "No need."

Wen Xia didn't force it, and said, "Thank you for taking me home today."

Jun Lingshen nodded, and planned to return to Yuze Mountain along the way. Wen Xia saw Jun Lingshen's figure go away, and suddenly said loudly: "Next time, I will take you home!"

Jun Lingshen's back paused for a moment, and then disappeared into the night without a trace.

Wen Xia'er was in a good mood and was helped back home. The person who was supporting him at the side saw that his eyes were smiling, and he hesitated to speak for a while, before hesitating, "Young Master, Mr. Wen is back."

"Oh, my father is back." Wen Xia's expression turned slightly calm, "Where is my father, I'll go see him."

"Young Master, it's better not to go right now." The man suppressed his voice and said, "Mr. Wen is in a fit of anger."

Wen Xia's crooked figure paused, "Why is father so angry, what happened?"

The man helped him up, and said earnestly: "Today, the monks who went out to confront the orthodox monks head-on were sent away by Mr. Wen, and Mr. Youshu... was also punished to contemplate his mistakes behind closed doors in his own room."

Wen Xia probably guessed his father's intentions, and said, "I'm going to see my father, where is he?"

Wen Qiufeng came out from the corridor, saw him being supported by someone, and said to the person who supported him, "Send him back to the room, close the door and think about your mistakes."

The man respectfully said yes.Wen Xia'er was extremely unhappy, and put her hand on the man's shoulder to keep him from leaving, "Is it wrong for me to get rid of the ghost?"

Wen Qiufeng said: "You know exactly where you are wrong."

Wen Xia let go of the man's shoulders, and limped towards Wen Qiufeng, "Mr. Youshu just told me about this, and I am going to bring them back. It's none of Mr. Youshu's business."

"It was wrong for You Shu to tell you this matter." Wen Qiufeng's expression was gloomy, "You have ignored my admonitions to you in the past."

"Is it right for me not to hear or hear?" Wen Xia said in a deep voice, "Is it right for me to watch them get injured and die miserably?"

Wen Qiufeng flicked his sleeves and turned his back, "Even if they are injured and die miserably, it is their own fate. It is not your turn to intervene." He said: "Shut up in the room and think about your mistakes behind closed doors."

The man helped Wen Xiaer back to his room, Wen Xiaer only came to his senses when he heard the door was locked, but the outside of the room was enveloped by a formation, he was locked up, thinking about his mistakes behind closed doors.

What are you thinking?What's wrong?Wen Xia doesn't know.

He just did what he wanted, if this is also a mistake, I am afraid that it was a mistake for him to be born.

The kidney bean cake in his arms dissipated, leaving only ice cold.

Wen Xia picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, but luckily it was still sweet.

His father has always acted vigorously and resolutely, saying that he was locked in the room to think about his mistakes behind closed doors.He was locked in the room for several days without going out, so he relieved himself that he had full power to recuperate from his injuries, and he was not idle while recuperating, and he even did something that he was quite satisfied with.

Ever since Wen Xia found out about his feelings for Jun Lingshen, she has been thinking about how to make the other party like him every day.It should be known that Jun Lingshen is a leader in the righteous way, and since he is a demon cultivator, his identity has been criticized by many people, not to mention the extremely unbearable things he did to Jun Lingchen some time ago. It is true that Jun Lingshen hates him, but it is difficult to like him.

Although he has little experience in love affairs, he also understands that if he wants Jun Lingchen to like him, he should first save his impression in Jun Lingchen's mind and make Jun Lingchen feel good about him.As for how to save it, it is natural to do what it likes, and it is flattering.

So he took advantage of his retreat to think about this period of time, in the name of thanking Jun Lingshen for saving him several times, after picking out all kinds of things, he sent the monks at home to deliver the things to Yuze Mountain, by the way Let people inquire about Jun Lingchen's preferences in Yuze Mountain.

As a result, the monks he sent to Yuze Mountain not only failed to find out Jun Lingchen's preferences, but also brought back the things intact.

Wen Xia asked the monk through a window, "Did you leave any message for you?"

The monk suddenly remembered, and said: "The people in Yuze Mountain say that those who cultivate the Tao do not teach and receive privately."

Wen Xia asked, "Jun Lingshen said it himself?"

The monk said: "Jun Miaoyinqing sent someone to pass it on, it should be said by himself."

Wen Xia recalled the scene when he and Mo Zhu personally went to give gifts to Jun Lingshen last time. After thinking for a while, he said, "Continue to send and fill up the gate of Yuze Mountain." Let everyone in Yuze Mountain know this. Things, so open and aboveboard, it's not a secret grant or acceptance.

The monk hesitated to speak, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and did as he did.

The day was bright and sunny, Wen Xia leaned on the couch and concentrated on writing.It is rare for him not to draw a talisman. On the rice paper, he saw a tall and tall man with his hair half tied in a jade crown and a wide shirt with cloud sleeves.

Wen Xia leaned on the table with her hands, and after recalling Jun Ling's face in her mind, she still felt a little hard to write.His painting skills are mediocre, and painting Danqing is even more mediocre. With Jun Lingshen's appearance, if he didn't have very good skills, it would be extremely difficult to draw his charm.He then put down his pen and stopped drawing.

Just at this moment, there was an ethereal sound outside the house.Wen Xia was familiar with this sound, it was the sound of the seal being undone.He went straight to the door after getting off the bed, the sound of unlocking the door sounded one after another, the door opened from the outside, and the person standing outside the room was You Shu, who had been punished by his father to close the door and think about it.

"Mr. You Shu can come and go freely?" Wen Xia asked.

Youshu said: "The ban was lifted a few days ago, Mr. Lao is concerned."

"It's good to lift the ban." Wen Xia said: "You have caused an innocent disaster this time, and I have been implicated by you."

Upon hearing this, You Shu cupped his hands and bowed to him with shame on his face, "It's my fault, Mr. Wen's death order did not involve Young Master in anything. It was I who overstepped the rules and caused Young Master to be injured. You Books are to blame."

Wen Xia stretched out his hand to support Youshu, "It's just a minor injury, and it has already healed. Mr. Youshu doesn't need to take it to heart. Since this matter has passed, let's turn it over and not mention it in the future."

Youshu nodded in agreement, and said: "Mr. Wen told me to take Shaojun to the study after I released Shaojun's restraint."

Wen Xia walked out of the house, and walked side by side with Youshu to the study, "Mr. Youshu, do you know why father is looking for me?"

Youshu replied, "I don't know either."

Wen Xia didn't ask any more questions, the two of them walked for a while and arrived at the study, saw the study door was wide open and walked in.Wen Qiufeng was sitting in front of the desk, seeing Wen Xiaer and Youshu, he screened the people in the room and closed the door.

Wen Xia couldn't see the clue for a while, and said, "Why did my father ask me and Mr. Youshu to come?"

Wen Qiufeng said, "Don't die."

Wen Xia's knuckles curled up, her throat swelled with astringency, and she froze in place for a moment.

You Shu looked shocked, his eyes were red, "Didn't Mr. Wen send him to find out what happened? Why did it suddenly... How can ordinary people easily take their lives with his cultivation?"

"He suddenly lost contact a few days ago, so I thought something was wrong." Wen Qiufeng pinched his brows, "Send someone to search for the place where he last appeared, and found his spiritual weapon."

"Where's the corpse?" Wen Xia said in a hoarse voice, "...how could my father assert that Mo Zhu was dead if he didn't see the corpse?"

"The spear was forged by Mo Zhu with his own blood. If he hadn't died, the spear would never have broken." Wen Qiufeng looked tired, "Now the spear is torn apart."

Wen Xia pinched her palms with her fingers, and said after a while, "...so don't chase, even the corpse was not found."

Wen Qiufeng nodded heavily.

Wen Xia closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with silence, "Dare to ask father, where is that gun now?"

Wen Qiufeng stood up and looked directly into Wen Xia's eyes, "Wen Yang, you mustn't act recklessly. Don't let my father send someone to investigate everything, and I won't let him die in vain."

"Okay." Wen Xia replied in a low voice.

Autumn leaves are everywhere, and the cold wind suddenly blows.A thunderbolt suddenly sounded from the sky above Yingtianchang Palace, tearing the sky, and pouring rain followed.

Wen Xia walked alone in the rain, without an umbrella in his hand, but the raindrops did not fall on him, as if they were afraid of him, they scattered from his body.The disciples guarding outside Ying Tianchang Palace were a little surprised when they saw him, "Young Master Wen?"

"Where is Lang Yi?" Wen Xia whispered softly.

The disciple showed suspicion, "Didn't Mr. Wen come to look for Second Young Master? Our palace master should be in the dungeon now..."

Wen Xia waved his disciples away, walked through the gate of Yingtianchang Palace, and walked straight to the dungeon.Even though disciples kept chasing after him to inquire, he still remained silent.

Some disciples noticed his strangeness, and said in a hurry: "Invite the Second Young Master here!"

The gale and rain became more and more urgent, and the branches swayed from the wind and rain, bending the branches and knocking down the leaves.

The dungeon was heavily guarded, and more than a dozen disciples surrounded the entrance of the dungeon tightly. Seeing Wen Xia walking through the rain, everyone was full of doubts.Wen Xia was waiting in the dungeon when more than a dozen swords suddenly came out of their sheaths and surrounded him in a sword formation.

"Young Master Wen, even if you are a friend of Second Young Master, Ying Tianchang Palace is not allowed to enter or leave at will!" The disciple said loudly, "Please leave quickly, Young Master Wen!"

Wen Xia was indifferent, "Get out of the way."

Jian Feng took a step closer to him, "If Mr. Wen doesn't leave, we have to do it!"

"Stop!" Lang Chan yelled, and hurried over in the rain, "Put away all the swords!"

Hearing this, the disciple withdrew his sword and stepped aside respectfully.Wen Xiaer missed Lang Chan and walked into the dungeon. Lang Chan stepped up on his heels, grabbed him, and said, "Ah Yang? What's wrong with you?"

Wen Xiaer waved the open Zen, and several red talismans scattered from his sleeves, and the cell door in the corridor was instantly opened. His eyes flicked across the cell one by one, and finally settled on one place.He jumped up and landed in front of the wide open prison door. Lang Yi was sitting on the hay, his face pale and haggard.

Seeing him coming, Lang Yi was slightly surprised, "Wen Yang?"

Wen Xia stretched out his hand to grab the void, and a pitch-black long|spear loomed from his hand. The body of the spear was shattered and full of cracks, but he held it firmly in his palm.

"Lang Yi." Wen Xia said, "Damn you."

As soon as the voice fell, the red light around the spear appeared, and it slid out quickly, and the point of the spear pierced Lang Yi's chest straight.Lang Yi was shocked, and stood up to hide, but his limbs were like stiff ice thorns, unable to move. Seeing that the spear was about to pierce his chest, Lang Chan came from outside the cell in a blink of an eye, jumped up Guo Lang Yi flew out of the cell and avoided the blow.

When the long | spear missed, it flew back into Wen Xia'er's hand. Wen Xia'er held the gun in his backhand and pointed the point at the ground. As he moved forward, he drew a deep ravine on the stone floor.

Lang Chan hugged Lang Yi, holding a sword in one hand, "Ah Yang? What do you want to do?"

"He wants my life..." Lang Yi coughed violently, and looked at Wen Xia, "Wen Yang came to kill me..."

Wen Xia pressed forward step by step, Lang Chan hugged Lang Yi and kept retreating outside the dungeon, he was startled when he heard this, and said: "Although he has made mistakes, he is not guilty of death! Besides, he has already abolished half of his cultivation base." , I have tasted the punishment of piercing the bone and cutting the flesh, and the punishment is worth it!"

When Wen Xia walked out of the dungeon, there was a loud thunder in the sky, and the scene in front of him was reflected in a strange and bizarre way.

"To offset..." Wen Xia lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the spear in her hand, "Who will offset Mo Zhu's life?"

The gun body became extremely black and translucent after being washed by the rain, but the lines all over the gun body became deeper and deeper, as if it would be shattered in the next moment, and scattered without a trace.

"Mr. Mo Zhu is dead?" Lang Chan looked at the gun in his hand with a startled expression, and realized, "You came to take his life for Mr. Mo Zhu?"

Wen Xia didn't want to say anything, so she raised a gun and attacked Lang Yi.Seeing this, the four disciples immediately brandished their swords to stand in front of Lang Chan and Lang Yi.The runes under Wen Xia's feet suddenly appeared, and the light and shadow flowed. In an instant, the disciples who blocked his way were restrained in arrays. Several long swords fell to the ground, and the raindrops splashed and clanged.

Lang Yi was unstable and fell into the rain.Lang Chan stood in front of him, "What does Mr. Mo Zhu's death have to do with him? He has been serving his sentence in the dungeon since that day, and has never stepped out of the dungeon!"

"Mo Zhu died because of chasing down the remaining mysteries of the Mother-Child Gu!" Wen Xia's chest heaved, "It's not him, then tell me who it is!"

He waved his gun, showing his murderous intent, and swept the crowd around, with sharp eyes, "Who is it from Yingtianchang Palace?"

The disciples were affected by the gunfire, and their bodies were shaken back several feet.

Lang Chan's Yujian blocked it, and the wind and rain rushed towards his face. He looked up and said: "Ah Yang, I will give you an explanation!"

Wen Xia raised her head, her eyes were astonishingly bright, "Your confession is to make Mo Zhu's bones disappear?"

"Trust me!" Lang Chan dropped his sword and strode towards him, "Trust me again!"

Long | The sound of the gun is deafening.Wen Xia said, "I only believe in myself."

After finishing speaking, he slapped Cheerful Chan with his palm, and the spear broke through the rain curtain, reaching Lang Yi's throat.

Lang Yi's clothes were completely wet, and his pale palms grabbed the rainwater gushing from the ground, hissing: "...Although I deserve what I did, I must have killed it."

The corners of Wen Xia's lips raised slightly, but the smile in her eyes was cold, "No one who has participated in this disaster can escape."

"Ah Yang! Stop!"

Wen Xia'er stabbed at Lang Yi's throat. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and an invisible force slapped Wen Xia's arm, which made his whole arm go numb. His palm slipped, and the spear slipped In the rain, broken into pieces.

Wen Qiufeng fell from the void to Wen Xia's side, squeezed Wen Xia's shoulder, and said, "Go back."

"I'll go back when I get rid of him." Wen Xia stared at Lang Yi, the red talisman flew towards Lang Yi, but was caught halfway by Wen Qiufeng with his bare hands and turned into powder.

Lang Chan bowed his hands to Wen Qiufeng, "Master Wen, all the incidents here started because of my response to Tianchang Palace. I will definitely investigate Mr. Mo Zhu's matter to the end and give Mr. Mo Zhu an explanation."

Wen Xia'er was shackled by Wen Qiufeng and stood there unable to move.

"My son acted recklessly today because of the grief and indignation of Mo Zhushi." Wen Qiufeng swung his sleeves and untied the disciples, "It's harmless."

Lang Chan said: "My son and I have always been friends. Lang Qingxun knows what kind of character he is."

Wen Qiufeng glanced at Lang Chan's face, and said: "Don't bother Ying Tianchang Gong about anything, Ming Qiu will investigate to the end."

After saying this, he collected the fragments of the spear scattered in the rain, and then took Wen Xia'er and left with the imperial movement technique.

Wen Xia'er was carried back to a room in Mingqiu Mansion. He raised his head and saw that the room was full of plains. A wooden coffin was parked in the room, but it was a mourning hall.

"An empty coffin...with neither a body nor bones." Wen Xia stared at the coffin, "What's the use?"

The wind blows, and the coffin lid suddenly opens.Wen Qiufeng used spiritual power to reshape the spear, wiped it clean, and put it in the coffin with his own hands.

"Don't let him die..." Wen Xia stepped forward a few steps, and pressed the edge of the coffin tightly with his fingertips, "He died because of me! But I can't even avenge him!"

"He didn't die because of you." Wen Qiufeng covered the coffin with his hands, "It's because my father sent him to investigate this matter."

"He had nothing to do with this matter! I was the one who got him involved in this disaster, and it was me..." Wen Xia's fingertips were bleeding, "I was the one who acted recklessly, and he shouldn't be the one who died! It should be me..."

"You are my son." Wen Qiufeng took Wen Xia'er's hands and removed his hands from the side of the coffin, "No one can touch you."

Wen Xia sat down on the ground, bowed his head for a while, "The disaster happened because of Lang Gui, Di, Di Rong and even Lang Yi were all accomplices. Except for Lang Yi, the other three died..." He only felt his thoughts change. In a mess, he let out a slumped voice and asked, "Father, what should I do?"

Wen Qiufeng glanced at the spear for the last time, and covered the edge of the coffin, "Mo Zhu sent you a message before the accident, what did the message say?"

Wen Xia raised her head, her eyes flickering, "...he said, he said that he had already found out the clues of those suspicious points, but the evidence was yet to be collected. After he has found all the evidence, he will tell me all the mysteries of this matter .”

"Mo Zhu was silenced." Wen Qiufeng burned incense and put it in the furnace, and Mo Zhu's spirit card became blurred in the green smoke, "He found the key."

"That's why the man who killed him didn't even leave the body." Wen Xia's voice was chilled, "It was to destroy the body and traces."

Wen Qiufeng nodded, "It was me who saw this at first."

Wen Xia got up suddenly, burned the incense and worshiped the spirit tablet, and then inserted the incense into the furnace.He said: "I will personally find out an explanation for Mr. Mo."

Wen Qiufeng looked far away along the wide-open door, and said, "Don't ask about this matter."

Wen Xia didn't answer, her eyes were resolute.Wen Qiufeng said: "Mo Zhu has already gone, you know a lot, if you continue to investigate, you will be in danger."

"It would be best to meet the person who killed Mr. Mo in person." Wen Xia said, "I will make him regret the mistakes he made today."

Wen Qiufeng said: "Have you already thought about it?"

"Not yet." Wen Xia said calmly, "I will continue to investigate as father said, and that person is afraid that I will find out the clues and be a guilty conscience, so he will take action."

Wen Qiufeng shook his head, and said: "You have pointed the finger at Lang Yi today, you have already alarmed the snake."

"I also guessed it wasn't him, but the trouble was caused by him, the Lang family." Wen Xia said in a deep voice, "I want to kill him."

"Today I saw that he was already in a crippled body, and it's hard to cause another storm." Wen Qiufeng glanced at Wen Xia'er's face, "But it's the first time I've seen that Lang Chan."

Wen Xiaer vaguely guessed his father's thoughts, and said: "I have known him for several years, and there is no sign of his involvement in this disaster from the beginning to the end. He has a good character and is much better than Lang Yi."

"I never ask you about your diplomatic friends, but you need to be more careful." Wen Qiufeng sneered, "If you are determined to find out the cause of Mo Zhu's death, you should know how to do it."

Wen Xia closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the turmoil in his heart had subsided, and he said, "I only believe in myself."