Master tutoring class

"Xiaoyaozong doesn't have Wen Jing," Hua Xiangran hammered down the barrier heavily.The transparent enchantment was hammered vigorously, and layers of turbulent cloud waves popped up, repelling all the disciples of Yuanshengzong by a few steps.

"hiss--"

The monks of Xiaoyaozong all took a step back.

Why so fierce? !

"Sorry to bother you," An Heyi apologized to the frightened Xiaoyao Sect masters and apprentices.

Zhu Wusheng looked at An Heyi, saw that his attitude was not bad, and he finally looked like he was going to leave, so he was relieved, stood up and straightened his tiara.Straightening his chest, he said, "Fellow Daoist, you don't need to be too polite... Forget it, let's walk slowly."

An Heyi had no choice but to turn and leave.

After knowing that Wen Jing was not in Xiaoyaozong, An Heyi opened the jade tablet, and the news that Wen Jing had sent to Wen Jing when he came was also lost.

"...Brother"

An Heyi's eyes were dry.

Because of his own fault, the disciples in the sect were killed in vain, and he could not forgive himself.

"Junior brother, don't think too much." Hua Xiangran was usually violent, but he was extremely reliable when major events came. "Let's not say it's not necessarily what he did. Even if it's him, the junior brother doesn't need to feel guilty. You don't need to punish yourself with other people's faults, but instead miss your own path."

"I just hope it's not him, but if it's true, if I didn't invite him that day..."

"You're not clairvoyant, you're not good at hearing, and you can't see through people's hearts. It's not you who is at fault." Hua Xiangran sighed, and patted An Heyi's shoulder lightly, "Relax, maybe it's not you." ".

An Heyi looked ahead and clenched his hands tightly under his sleeves. There was a thick white mist ahead, and the mist shrouded the world and the earth was a vast expanse of whiteness.

A ray of sunlight pierces through the white mist in the Tibetan mountains.

On the mountainside of Tibetan meaning, in the exquisite bamboo building, Wen Xiuyuan opened his clothes and lay down with his limbs spread out.

The sun shines on the bed, and the thin cloth on the bed gradually warms up.

Wen Xiuyuan raised his arm to cover his eyes, and with the other hand he groped around on the bed habitually, and brought the jade token over.

As soon as it was opened, a series of messages jumped out.

"Senior brother Wen, I heard that Wen Jing killed an outer disciple of our sect. Didn't you quarrel with him at that time, and finally got into a fight? Are you okay now? He didn't do something wrong for you, did he?"

Xu San babbled a lot.

Wen Xiuyuan looked at his fingertips resting on the jade tablet.

what?

Wen Kyung murdered?

How could he not know.

He quickly stood up, grabbed the clothes next to him and put it on his body, and flew towards the outside of Zangyi Mountain.

The wind passed by quickly, and the long sword drew a long trace in the sky. I just came here, but when I looked up, I couldn't even see the figure, and the eagle who was the best at flying in the edge of the Shengzong couldn't catch up. his speed.

"The outer disciple seems to have found it at the place where you were fighting, and now it's spread like this in the sect."

"It is said that a folding fan was found at the scene, and the suzerain called all the masters to claim it. Master Tan Yu said it belonged to Wen Jing."

"Then I'm afraid there will be trouble talking about Master Yu this time. The suzerain and the master went to Xiaoyaozong to look for Wen Jing, and we don't know the result yet."

……

As a result, the result is naturally not found.

Wen Xiuyuan's brows were full of anger, and he didn't know who made him take the blame for nothing.

Wen Xiuyuan galloped inside the sect, carefully dodging the others.

The place where he fought the puppet that day was in the tea garden near Zangyi Mountain, surrounded by low tea trees, there was almost no place to hide.

Seeing a neat row of short trees, Wen Xiuyuan flew down, and before approaching the tea garden, he saw that the tea garden was surrounded by disciples.

It seems to prohibit other disciples from viewing.

Disciples in blue and white gowns patrolled the tea trees. This tea garden took up about two acres of land. Wen Xiuyuan observed for a while. There were about 30 patrolling disciples, divided into three teams, ten people in each team, and two teams after half an hour. .

Counting the time interval, Wen Xiuyuan rushed into the tea garden as soon as the first team left.

The small trees are low, and the path in the middle is clean, with few leaves and soil.

The tea garden is clean, every place has been carefully taken care of, it is not at all like the mess when he was fighting.

Everything is like a conspiracy surrounding him.

Wen Xiuyuan twirled the tea beside him, his eyes indifferent.

At noon, Hua Xiangran led the disciples of the Yuansheng Sect back.

As soon as An Heyi landed, he lifted his foot and walked out.

"Junior brother, I'll go with you," Hua Xiangran stopped him.

An Heyi's whole mind is on the truth, and they are about to set off after they get on the sword.

With a gust of wind blowing by his ears, An Heyi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person who came by with some indifference.

It is a disciple wearing the clothes of the outer sect.

The disciple was out of breath, ran to An Heyi and held his legs to breathe heavily.

An Heyi sized him up, and seeing that the disciple hadn't spoken for a long time, he was in a hurry and turned around to leave.

The disciple was startled, subconsciously wanted to stop him, and shouted loudly, "Master Tanyu, please wait a moment."

An Heyi stopped when he heard the yelling, and asked in a neutral tone, "What's the matter with you?"

The disciple's face changed, filled with righteous indignation, "I know who the owner of that fan is."

Hua Xiangran jumped off the sword with a "wow", "Who?"

The disciple took a careful look at An Heyi, "Wen Xiuyuan."

"Nonsense." Anger rose in An Heyi's eyes, and his chest heaved up and down.

Where is Xiuyuan who would do such a thing.

The disciple was also arrogant, and said with a twist of his neck, "Then, please go to Wen Xiuyuan's room on the mountainside of Zangyi with the master and the suzerain to have a look. See what he is hiding?"

An Heyi pursed his lips and stepped on the sword neatly.

He wants to see, what exactly did his apprentice do?

The noon sun was scorching hot, and the cold weather in Zangyi Mountain finally passed. The sun came out, but it failed to bring any warmth to the people living in the mountain.

An Heyi stepped over the threshold and stood at the door looking around.There was no one in the room, the cups on the bed were messy, and it was unknown where the owner went in a hurry.

The disciple who reported Wen Xiuyuan came in after An Heyi. Seeing that An Heyi's face was not looking well, he lowered his head.

There are not many furniture in the room, and there is not much difference from when someone lived in.

Seeing the familiar house, An Heyi's mood eased.

When he pinched a talisman with his hand, the objects in the house jumped out one by one automatically.

A piece of clothing went around him.

It was still the ones he gave to Xiuyuan at the beginning, a lot of them, and they were all placed in the closet, because the host didn't fold the clothes well, now there are many wrinkles.

An Heyi's eyes scanned the clothes, shoes and socks, and the items were arranged neatly from big to small.

At a certain place, the team stagnated, An Heyi reached out and pulled out a folding fan, and swung it downwards.

"It's this kind of fan." Hua Xiangran's eyes widened angrily.

The aura on his body erupted in an instant, and he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe.

An Heyi looked down.

It is still an ink painting with gold silk and white background.

The difference from before is that there is an extra layer of talisman on the handle of the fan. Reaching out to untie the talisman paper, a round of glaring Golden Crow is hidden underneath.

My mind went blank, and I stood there blankly.

He only remembered which fan Wen Jing was holding that day, but he never remembered that his apprentice also loved this kind of folding fan before, and it was the folding fan that was pulled out for him when he was forging iron.

But at that time... there was no such sign.

All this is too much of a coincidence.

"Where is the person? Immediately arrest him, I don't think it is necessarily Wen Jing, I am afraid that there are internal thieves in the sect!"

An Heyi raised his head when he heard the words, and stubbornness appeared in his usually jade-like eyes, "Senior brother, it doesn't have to be Xiuyuan, I stayed with Xiuyuan for many days, although he doesn't behave so well, but always Innocent, with good intentions."

His apprentice, since he came here, has never harmed others, but has always encountered troubles one after another.

"It's definitely not Xiuyuan." An Heyi's eyes changed suddenly, becoming more and more certain.

Hua Xiangran frowned, "Junior Brother, please don't act emotionally."

"Brother, I trust him." An Heyi reached out and grabbed Hua Xiangran's sleeve tightly.

Her clear black eyes shone with a gentle yet firm light.