[Transmigration Book] Forced to the days of the Holy Father

That Junior Brother Lin said so, he looked around provocatively at the people present, and then turned his eyes to Yun Zheng, his eyes changed a bit.

It seems to look at it, and it seems to doubt it.

"You... are you called Yun Zheng?" He asked.

"Exactly." Although Yun Zheng didn't understand why the person in front of him knew his name, he still answered his question.

——"If it weren't for your age as Yun Zheng..."

"Brother, how do I deal with this?"

His eyes suddenly turned to Yan Runzhi who was standing aside, the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense, as if a fire was burning, he lowered his eyelids slightly.

Suddenly, the flame subsided as if it had been doused by water, and there were no traces of other emotions.

It was as if the gaffe just now had never existed before.

"Nian Xindie, what are you still standing here for, is it ashamed to stay here?" After he calmed down, he said to Nian Xindie.

Nian Xindie looked at the flute in Chu Zhaoran's hand unwillingly, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"I think that the just and strict Spirit Sword Sect will not covet the magic weapons of our small sect, right?" When he spoke, he bit the word "covet" very clearly.

Chu Zhaoran threw the flute out with one sideways hand.

Nian Xindie hurriedly reached out to catch it, but was hurt by the force, and almost lost his grip on his flute.

She carefully observed the flute in her hand, and found that there were no other traces, so she was relieved. After that, she rested her eyes on Yun Zheng's face. The skin is usually peeled off.

Everyone stood ready and surrounded Yun Zheng so that they could protect him.

Yun Zheng just looked at her quietly, his eyes extremely calm.

A trance gradually appeared on Nian Xindie's face. After she said "ah", she looked away and ran back to her room in embarrassment.

That Junior Brother Lin snorted coldly, glanced at them lightly, and went back.

Looking at the direction where Nian Xindie left, Yun Zheng frowned slightly. From the corner of his eyes, he also saw that Chu Zhaoran, like himself, had a little doubt about Nian Xindie's strangeness just now.

After Nian Xindie left, Qi Lincai came back from the eaves. He walked up to Yan Runzhi and said, "There is nothing unusual outside."

Although the Law Enforcement Hall only obeyed the head's orders, before going down the mountain, Xuanjizi told him that after going down the mountain, he should follow Yan Runzhi's orders to help him find the real culprit.

Despite Qi Lin's eccentric personality, he still obeyed Yan Runzhi's orders.

No, before Yan Runzhi asked him to check the situation outside, he went directly to the eaves where it was more convenient to keep an eye on the situation.

"It's better to be careful." Hearing those words, Yan Runzhi didn't relax his guard.

Now that the matter was settled, it was the turn of the present matter.

Yan Runzhi mentioned the black crow, pulled it away from Yun Zheng, and asked lightly, "Didn't I set up an enchantment in the room? How did you get out?"

The black crow rolled his eyes, and while Yan Runzhi wasn't paying attention, he flapped his wings and came back to Yun Zheng again, begging for mercy: "Beauty! I don't know anything! I didn't see any enchantment at all when I came out!"

Yun Zheng let it rest on his shoulder, turned his head and asked it: "Why did you offend that girl just now and call her ugly."

"She really doesn't look good..." Black Crow retorted.

Seeing that everyone didn't take its words to heart, the black crow seemed to be angry, and flew back to the room, saying, "You don't believe me, a bunch of bad guys!"

The crow returned to the room with deep sorrow in his arms.

Yan Runzhi and the others couldn't laugh or cry.

Xu Qiaoqiao waved her hand, "Since I have nothing else to do, I'll go back first."

After tossing around all night last night, and during the day they were busy interrogating that cunning little crow, they didn't have a good rest, and after going back and forth, there was inevitably a trace of exhaustion on their faces.

Seeing this, Yun Zheng said, "Brothers and sisters, go back and rest first. I'll stay here and let you know what's going on."

"I'll accompany you." Chu Zhaoran said immediately after hearing this.

Yun Zheng didn't refuse, it was a silent acquiescence.

Qi Lin also said: "I also stay here."

"Little brother, take good care of yourself, the brothers are on the second floor." Yan Runzhi urged.

"Okay," Yun Zheng said with a smile, "Go back to your room and rest."

Yun Zheng came to an empty table, spread his hands, and transformed a piece of white paper out of thin air, and then transformed into a writing brush. He held the writing brush in his hand and wrote a few lines on it.

Chu Zhaoran walked over and saw what was written on Yun Zheng, a little smile appeared on his face.

Although Qi Lin was watching from a distance, he couldn't see what he wrote on it. He couldn't help but stepped forward, and was slightly surprised when he saw what Yun Zheng wrote.

Yun Zheng will write down everything that happened in the past few days in an orderly manner, and write down his doubts and guesses about some things logically and clearly.

When they saw that there was also the Qinglan Sect, Chu Zhaoran said, "Do you suspect that this matter is related to the Qinglan Sect?"

"It's just suspicion, but there is no evidence to prove that this matter is related to them." Yun Zheng replied.

He explained to the two: "The relationship between the Qinglan Sect and the Spirit Sword Sect is complicated. Normally, if the Qinglan Sect sees people from the Spirit Sword Sect, they will never be so good-tempered. When we confronted each other, even if the Qinglan sect didn't care about the friendship, it would help her solve the crisis because of face. But just now...they were in the guest room not far away, but they turned a blind eye to this situation, unlike Qinglan. Zong's style."

"Just now, didn't someone come forward?" Chu Zhaoran thought of the young man just now.

"Even if the incident just now hadn't happened, that disciple would have confronted us." Yun Zheng said again, frowning slightly when he said this, "I always feel that he is... It should mean that they take a hostile attitude towards everything related to the Spirit Sword Sect. It's really strange..."

"And that flute," Qi Lin added. When he said this, his eyes glanced at Chu Zhaoran inadvertently, but his eyes were extremely cold. "It must be able to drive those snakes and insects to hurt people. Not a man of justice."

Chu Zhaoran didn't move his eyebrows, as if he didn't hear what Qi Lin said at all, his attention was allotted to Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng didn't pay attention to the battle between the two, he continued to analyze, "The girl's flute sound is very similar to the song I heard last night, the melody is very similar."

As he spoke, Yun Zheng circled the word "disheng", drew an equal sign between it and the singing voice, and put a question mark next to it to express his uncertainty.

"The sudden appearance of people from the Qinglan Sect here is a very suspicious thing in itself."

……

He put down his pen and stopped moving.

Yun Zheng carefully put away the paper with the clues just sorted out, looked outside, and said, "Maybe, I should go out and have a look."

"You go out, I'll stay." Qi Lin took the initiative to take the task of waiting here.

Yun Zheng nodded slightly at him, then walked outside.

Chu Zhaoran naturally followed behind.

Because there were murders before, there were not many pedestrians on the street.

Even in the daytime, there are very few pedestrians on the street.

Yun Zheng was walking, and suddenly said: "I don't understand, why would someone want to destroy their peaceful life, all of this..."

It's puzzling.

Chu Zhaoran looked at those clear eyes as usual, full of doubts and puzzles, and even a trace of blame for the murderer, but it was very faint.

Yun Zheng seems to be a person who is not very good at blaming others.

It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and in the future... there will be no change because of this.

His brows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of compassion in his expression.

Chu Zhaoran suddenly wanted to smooth his brows. As he thought about it, his hand had already reacted before his consciousness.

Yun Zheng looked at him in surprise.

Chu Zhaoran withdrew his hand very calmly, and explained, "You just got a leaf on your forehead."

Yun Zheng nodded.

Tangyuan, the system gentleman in the necklace, said, "It's clear that I want to make a move, and I'm making excuses."

Yun Zheng coughed lightly and automatically blocked what Tang Yuan said.

"Brother Yunzheng!" A cheerful little figure ran over not far away and threw himself into his arms, "You also come to the street to play!"

It turned out to be the little girl who was wearing lotus root powder clothes and was close to Yun Zheng. Now she changed into a light yellow dress and had two braids on her head. She looked very lively and cute.

"Yuzhu," Yun Zheng called her name, and asked with a smile, "Why did you run into the street alone? It's so dangerous outside."

The little girl Yuzhu shook her head and said, "Brother Yunzheng, I came here with my mother. My father is sick, and my mother brought me to the pharmacy to help my father get the medicine. After taking the medicine, my father will get better."

Yun Zheng looked over and found that Yuzhu's mother was waiting for her not far away.

He smiled, let go of her, and said softly, "then go quickly."

"Brother Yunzheng, I'll come see you next time. I know you live in the inn at the back." Yuzhu winked mischievously at him, and then ran back to her mother.

Yuzhu Niang picked up Yuzhu, smiled in Yun Zheng's direction, and took the little girl away.

Nian Xindie looked in the mirror in the room. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

He touched his face with his hand, feeling the temperature on it.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she threw the mirror on the ground, "That damned black crow, how dare you say that about me..."

Her expression was ferocious.