Chiwuxing

Chapter [-] - Weeping farewell at the Huanshu Altar, Seizing power in front of Zongchang Pavilion

The boy just got up from his lunch break, and lay alone for a while with staring eyes, then got up and sat on the side of the bed with his eyes closed.Roughly estimating the extent, he changed hands and took out the cotton wool stuffed in the ear holes of both ears.

The sound of birds chirping and leaves turning outside the window pierced into the ears one after another.

After being busy for nearly a month, I finally did not become deaf.

No matter how much he dislikes those cunning witchcrafts, he will have to benefit from them.

Fu Zan couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, and walked from the dormitory to the empty inner hall alone.

Piano scores and medicinal herbs piled up at the four corners, paper made of various materials—yellow, white, and green, strange vessels cut from a few knots of bamboo, and a special poisonous snake raised along the wall as it slid past trails left behind.

He passed through in small steps quietly, lingering on everything with his eyes expressionless, recalling where they came from like a treasure, until he reached the corner at the end of the hall, where a gorgeous and bright phoenix-headed konghou was still shining brightly. , the seven strings are as clean as new.

He stared at it for a while, then looked down, and saw the black python perched on the pedestal.Fu Yan took a step forward, and the snake smelled the herbal scent on its body, turned around and fled quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it didn't know which corner it got into again.

"Humph."

Fu Zhan rolled his eyes, raised his hand and plucked the strings, the crisp and bright strings flowed slowly... As if feeling something, he suddenly pressed a few strings that were still vibrating, turned around, walked quickly, and pushed forward vigorously the gate of the palace—

Under the palace steps, a person in clean white clothes looked up lightly.

This time, he finally got rid of the obtrusive monk's robe and straw hat, and he still had the same appearance as many years ago.Except for the head that reflects the sunlight... Fu Yan thought, could he deliberately shave off his gray and sickly hair just to preserve his appearance?

"You..." The young man tried his best to imitate his indifference, but he couldn't restrain his excitement and surprise, "You're back..."

Then he realized something, and Fu Yan hurriedly said: "Go into the house quickly, don't let other clansmen see..."

Yuming went up the stairs and entered his room by mistake.

Fu Zan watched him walking by the door, feeling a little psychedelic in a dream. When he gradually regained consciousness, he realized that the room was in a mess, without even a decent chair. He searched for a long time, but couldn't find it. There is nothing that can sit, so he said silently to his side: "I don't have a chair here... If you don't mind, why don't you sit on the bed in the inner room?"

"I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Yuming said the first sentence after entering the house, and it was also the sentence that Fu Zhan had been looking forward to these years.

"...You're leaving again." This was in his expectation, the young man bowed his head, "It's fine, you can't stay any longer anyway, at least this time, you finally came back and told me... the past few years I'm tossing between Yanman and Man, all I'm waiting for is a word from you."

Yuming's calm eyes still didn't move up and down, Fu Zan felt a little heartbroken.

He took a deep breath and said, "...where are you going this time?"

"The old place, the nameless mountain."

Fu Yan nodded, and said again: "Go as long as you want to go. When Fu Xuan comes back with the clan army, I'll pack up and go."

"Once I go this time, I won't go out of the mountain again."

"It's okay... I don't want to come back either."

Yuming looked up at him: "No, you can't go."

"why?"

"If you're gone, where will the Japanese people go?" Yuming said, "I can do whatever I want because Fu Xuanzhi is making meritorious deeds and took the initiative to take over the post of Barbarian Lord. In your lineage, you are the only leader."

"But I'm also a priest now. It's an ancient rule that people who predict gods and witches don't interfere with those in power of the royal family," Fu Yan retorted, "Even Fu Xuan, now he has no authority to let me go back and take on the responsibility of the royal family. What's more, according to his original intention, when the time comes for the replacement, he will probably be the successor from a side branch, and there are many people who want to listen to him, but I just don't."

"Rules are set by people. If you have the power, you can change the rules. Compared with Fu Xuan, you are now the most powerful person in the clan," Yuming said, "everything you have done in the past few years, It shows that your mind is not here, you are very smart and know how to use means to achieve your goals."

"Then do you know what my purpose is?"

"You were trying to force me," Yuming said, "but I regret that I influenced you into a person who lost his bottom line."

"Aren't you a person with a bottom line?" Fu Yan retorted, "Yanman's old enmity has been for so many years, isn't everything you have done recently is helping Yan people? You have been a monk in Yan State for several years, and you Do you consider yourself a Yan man?"

Yuming shook his head slightly, and said, "Human life is human life wherever it is. What you should think about is stopping the war rather than encouraging it."

"I never thought of supporting the war, and Fu Xuan would not listen to me," Fu Zhan said, "If you could have explained your words to me earlier, you didn't leave without saying goodbye, or you didn't want to hide, why should I make such a move? You don't know, I'm also very disgusted."

The boy's voice became lower and lower.

Yuming didn't say anything, and after a while he just said, "We are different."

"Don't you believe that I will help you?" Fu Yan said suddenly, "You could have tried to hide those precious scrolls and books when you burned them back then. If Xuan doesn't believe you, don't you believe me?"

"That's the difference between you and me."

Yuming didn't say anything more, but Fu Zhan was ashamed and said: "I only lie when I care about things, and I have not denied the evil things done in Yandi by using witchcraft in the past two years. Pass."

"Why should I be an exception?" Yuming said, "You see me as an exception, but I only see myself as a sentient being."

Fu Zhan had been to Buddhist temples several times before to find him, and he knew the tone used by those who worshiped the Buddha. Now when he heard what he said, he sneered: "Oh...don't lie to yourself, your words even scare me. You can't be deceived. Your every move is not too different from mine... Fu Zhaoheng, you are just hiding."

"It's not important what it is, what matters is how it is done," Yuming turned his back, "I will reset the mountain array this time when I go back to the mountain, and completely seal off the mountain enclosure, so that no one will be able to enter again."

Fu Yan went around to him again: "Why do you suddenly ignore it? You cared so much about the Yan people in the past, but now they are dividing up Yan's land with our army, and you are helpless?"

"I'm old."

Fu Zan was taken aback.

Yuming said again: "Giving up is also a solution to liberation."

Fu Zhan didn't expect to wait for his words in the end, and said after a long time: "Then I want to be with you, why not?... You wouldn't say something about me being young and having a bright future? If it wasn't for Yi You burned Rong Shufang a long time ago, I thought you were an elder from the clan sent by Fu Xuan to pretend to be you, and came here at this time to persuade me to do things for them."

"What is the reason for the joy of silk and bamboo that I bestowed upon you?"

"No reason," Fu Zhan said confidently, "qin music itself is enough to make people escape from the mundane world, that's enough. There are tens of thousands of people in the world, but it seems that there are only a few people. What's the matter?" It can be seen carefully. The more you look at it, the more you will be disappointed. It’s better to be at ease with nature.”

"I am the sentient beings, not the sentient beings but 'I'," Yuming said with lowered eyes, "You have only tried that kind of life for a few years, but I have spent half my life."

"Then I have to experience it myself to know the pros and cons?" Fu Yan's eyes were full of water, shining brilliantly under the perennial light of the barbarian land, "If you don't want me... then what I used to be is the one that really impresses me. People ridicule..."

Yuming turned his eyes to the outside of the palace and said, "I have a gift for you."

Fu Yan sniffed, looked away, and said, "At this time, even if you give me ten music scores, you won't be able to bribe me."

Where the young man could not see, the man who had been frozen like ice all year round slightly curled the corners of his lips, but disappeared in an instant.

"Those books are all for you. I haven't told you yet. I made all the piano scores you studied in the past. In this world, you are the only one who has seen those scores."

Fu Yan pursed his lips and said coldly: "I thought it was made by the barbarian's early qin music master... Huh, no one knows its origin when it really popped out."

Yuming said: "Those barbarian masters never imagined that after a thousand or so generations, they would burn it to death and never pass it on. What I gave you is the only one, and it's up to you to save or destroy it. It's not fake. Outsider interference only exists between you and me."

No interference from outsiders, only between you and me.

The boy's expression changed, and he said again: "That sounds good! If you really want to, why don't you play it to me every day? What do I need a pile of rotten waste paper for?"

Yuming was silent.

Fu Zan waited for a long time, but he couldn't hear his answer. He felt sad and frowned at him, "What gift do you want to give me? Show me your sincerity."

See how much he is worth.

"Follow me."

Yuming stepped out of the house, and Fu Yan automatically followed, and asked in surprise, "Stay outside?"

"Ah."

Fu Zan looked at the person in front of him, and under the scorching sun, he really felt that sense of emptiness again.Could it be that this person who is used to not eating fireworks in the world will feel ashamed?In the past, he only thought that if Fu Zhaoheng still had a few ordinary people's emotions in him, he would have to be the kind of loathing and hatred in order to match his usual indifference on the outside.

Will he feel guilty too?

The young man stopped suddenly and squatted down slowly.

Yuming seemed to have eyes behind his back, he stopped in an instant, and looked back at him: "...what's wrong?"

"I haven't heard you talk so much to me for many years," Fu Yan stared at him with his eyes stretched, "... Are you really back? Could it be some illusion you learned?"

"There are many ancient magic arts of the barbarians, but they don't teach the method of creating something out of nothing and sitting back and enjoying it."

Fu Zan saw that the robe sleeve on his side was raised slightly, revealing a pale hand from it, trying to pull him up.

...Even when he was young and drooping hair, Fu Yan didn't remember that he ever held his hand.He is fluent in writing, and the people of the clan regard him as Su Hui and precocious, and never regard him as a child, but in the final analysis, it is just because he treats people differently.No matter how angry he was in front of Fu Zhaoheng, he would not see him as an ignorant child.

Fu Yan grabbed his hand in a muffled voice, and led him forward: "...you just make me more nervous."

If you tell him now that Fu Zhaoheng is looking for an opportunity to kill him, he will believe it.

Yuming shook his palm silently, a little roughness on the fingertips quickly calmed Fu Zhan, and his pace slowed down accordingly.

After several years of not returning, Yuming's familiarity with this place is still the same, which makes the boy very surprised.

Among the forests and trees, the unique fragrance of flowers and plants in Mandi overflows.The two turned another corner, and Fu Yanfang realized where they were going.

"Are we going to Huanshu Altar?"

"good."

Fu Zan murmured, unwilling to guess what he had prepared, and just followed him blindly.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them came to the most holy treasure land of Nanban.

Yuming took it up to the white round altar, the sacrificial altar was empty and quiet everywhere.

He let go of the young man's hand, bowed forward, took out a small knife from nowhere, and made a horizontal cut towards the palm of his hand. Before the blood dripped, he pressed it on the marble around the platform instead.

Fu Zan saw that he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was reciting.

The black hole in the sacrificial altar was the first to make a change. He saw a black and straight gap cracking from the center of the altar to the outer stone wall, which merged with the blood in the palms of the people around him, and then spread further and further. Looking from it, It is exactly the same as the invisible black hole in the center of the sacrificial altar, which has a mysterious effect.

As far as he knew, there must be Gu ancestors fostered by the ancestors of the barbarian priests, but he didn't know what method was used to survive until now.

The crack stretched to both sides to form a semi-fan-shaped acupuncture point, Fu Zhan looked down, and there was actually a step ladder looming, leading straight down.

"Is there a tunnel here?"

Fu Zan thought it was incredible, and then saw Yuming stepped on the steps to go in, and said to him, "Come with me."

This underground cave is not very deep, Yuming drew the torch in his hand to the side, and one after another the wall lamps lit up from near to far, only leading to the narrow depth.

Fu Zan followed him, looking at the stone walls on both sides, and said: "I read the old news about the priesthood history, but I haven't seen any records of underground palaces."

"Not really."

Fu Zan thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Could it be...you built this in private?"

"Exactly."

"Even the sacred place where the ancestors of the witch worship dared to break ground...you really are..."

Fu Zhan knew that by virtue of his own ability and status, he had the conditions to allow him to act independently in the clan and often act rebelliously, but he didn't want to bow down to this old monster who was dozens of years older than him.

"Wait until there are priests in the family in the future, I am afraid that we will be recorded in the book of traitors..."

"It's enough to remember me alone," Yuming said indifferently, "You have worked so hard for the clan army to attack Yan before, how can you be classified as my fellow."

"You are mocking me," Fu Zhan snorted coldly, but with the unique coquettish meaning of a young man, "I still occupy the seat anyway, at worst, I will secretly write your and my names first, so that people who come after them will not be able to hold back live with you and me."

Yuming didn't answer any more, and the narrow corridor was also on the verge of reaching the end.

"arrive."

Yuming lit the lamps on both sides again, and the hole was brightly lit in an instant, and the huge cabinets filled the entire underground palace.In the meantime, a vast sea of ​​yellow scrolls, together with large and small vessels for breeding ancient insects and rare flowers, are neatly arranged, presenting a circle of golden light and shadow in the peaceful light of the candle, and the original rough stone room is instantly magnificent.

Although he had never seen the details before, Fu Yan almost immediately knew what it was, and exclaimed: "They are still there! You...you lied to us when you said that these were all burnt down?!"

He grabbed the man's sleeve sideways and asked reluctantly, "Why?...Why did you do this?"

"As you can see before your eyes," Yuming gently took off his hand without letting go, "The fact is already the case, and it is useless to explain the reason."

The young man looked at those things from the side, and retracted his fingers to the point where they hurt each other. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and said: "You are not afraid that I will rush outside now and ask the brothers from the barbarians to come and surround you, and take the stolen goods. How are you?" You can’t even go. I can even ‘clear up your grievances’ for you, making your movements more restricted, and you will no longer have to run around for no reason...Aren’t you afraid?”

"Not afraid."

Yuming looked down at him, speaking concisely.

The boy's eyes widened, and he almost bit his lower lip. The muscles on his cheeks twitched lightly, as if forcibly restraining his emotions.

Yuming reached out and tapped his lips, intending to make him loosen his mouth, but he didn't want Fu Zhan to let go for a moment, instead bit his forearm, and kept tilting his head back.He caught sight of the two teardrops that fell quietly from the boy's mouth the moment he opened his mouth, and while letting him hold it, he gently pulled it into his arms, and took the other hand along his back.

The young man burst into tears immediately, his forearm was still grasped with both hands, but the strength in his wide grinning mouth was relieved.

Yuming's actions didn't make him feel much better, it just made his heart hurt more out of thin air, indescribably heart-piercing.

"You have no heart...you...have no heart..."

The weeping was continuous and earth-shattering.

A newborn baby does not have such a loud and sharp voice, and the bride at a funeral is also relatively rare and deeply mourned.

The other tribes of the Nanman tribe would be shocked when they saw this young master. Since childhood, this young master is no more arrogant than ordinary people in the world. He has never heard of ordinary people being happy or angry with him.Not to mention crying recklessly like a child, it must be astonishingly rare.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy's whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and there was no rest.Yuming knew that excessive crying would damage his mental strength, so he quietly wrapped his fingers in front of him, intending to touch his acupuncture points in the dark.

Fu Zan cried heartbreakingly, but it didn't affect his five senses. He pushed him away and sat on the ground with his back.

The flames of the wall lamps on both sides rushed straight, and the light and shadow in the cellar flickered.

The crying stopped, the young man swallowed, covered his face with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go away, I will not look for you, and I will not tell others about the good things you have done... From now on, you just Quiet."

"and also--"

"Stop talking!" Fu Yan stared forward in a daze, and stopped, "You don't need to say anything! I don't want to hear it either."

"A few words," Yuming pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice, "There is a Jiaoweiqin on the last shelf. It was originally a gift I wanted to give you. Also, the old story of burning books and disappearing disappeared." Abandonment has been concealed, and I told you that it is because you have the ability to handle it properly."

"Oh," Fu Yan sneered, "Your burning books is fake, but what I did in Zongchang Pavilion is real. When it comes to crimes, I should be the first to bear the brunt. I'm not as good as you. I know how to play so much, but I don't know so much." False and real...you go quickly."

"Take care of yourself."

Footsteps sounded far behind, and Fu Zan stared at the darkness in the distance.

Jiaowei... who cares?

The next day, the servant in charge of delivering food to the Fuzan Palace couldn't find him, so he just thought that he was going to clean up elsewhere as before, and didn't take it to heart.Unexpectedly, he failed to knock on the door for two or three days in a row, and just now he told the elders of the Nanman clan in private, and he has never heard that he has plans to travel after returning from Yandi. By order to suppress the message,

"That kid acted absurdly and missed the legacy of our ancestors. We are all thinking of the Nanman tribe," said the elder sitting in the center. You can’t teach your own backyard to catch fire, which delays the business, don’t you think?”

A few elders with the same gray beard next to him said yes, and the black-clothed witch who was kneeling on the ground raised his head and said: "Although I have sneaked into it privately to confirm that the pavilion is empty, this business itself is a serious crime. I implore all elders to spare my life." ..."

After the elders gave orders, the witch knew that he was just a pawn in his plan and was insignificant, but he was still unwilling to die and left a stigma in the family history: "... At the beginning, but you, Elder Qiu Wen, I told you to do it."

The man in the middle stared at him and said, "Who did you say gave the order?"

The black-clothed witch murmured a few times, and shrank his head, not daring to speak.

The expressions of the elders on both sides are different, even if this person doesn't say anything, everyone knows it in their hearts, on the contrary, this explanation only makes this person seem stupid and uninterested.

"Qiu Wen, I think that even if the incident happened, it would be enough to punish him lightly if his merits and demerits were offset, and he dared to commit suicide and expose the truth..." The elder next to him couldn't bear it, and persuaded.

"Hmph," Qiu Wen sneered, "Who said you were going to be executed? If you don't tell me, the elders here won't tell you. Does anyone know that you broke into the secret pavilion? Originally, I planned it. When the child disappeared, I waited to search for it." Surround Zongchang Pavilion in the name of Zongchang Pavilion. Didn’t you have a way to open the door of the pavilion now? At that time, it is only said that the disappearance of the priest caused the ancestor Fengling to use divine power to open the door of Zongchang Pavilion. As long as the situation inside is revealed to the clan, we will have a reason Sacrifice it in the Huanshu altar in the name of despising the ancestors. Fu Xuan is not here at this time, and nothing will change when he returns. Do you think, who has the skill to control you, a small Gu maker?"

Hearing this, Wu Ji turned from initial surprise to regret. Knowing that he had offended the powerful elder by making a rash statement just now, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Elder is very thoughtful... I am stupid, please ask Elder Qiu Wen Forgive me, please forgive me, elders..."

"That's all," said another person beside him, "I can't argue with him, Qiu Wen, as long as that kid Fu Zan is gone, it will be just around the corner that you will be in power in the Japanese clan. Xuandu can't restrain you, so why do you care about these details at this time."

Qiu Wen looked at the man on the ground with an unpredictable expression, and said for a long time: "There is an elder interceding for you, don't you know how to thank you?"

Wu Ji heard the words, and hurriedly thanked him more than once.

"Then let's make arrangements," Qiu Wen said, "I still don't know where the child is going, so we must report this matter to the whole clan before he returns, without delay."

"Yes."

Afterwards, the news of Fu Zhan's disappearance spread throughout the barbaric land.Originally, this matter happened frequently when he was young, but only because of his current identity change, it has attracted everyone's attention.In the past history of the Southern Barbarians, the number of priests who are worthy of being a priest is rare. Occasionally, one person is blessed by the ancestors, and the good will be rewarded in the barbarian land. Therefore, one of them will affect the fate of the whole clan, so there is no reason to act rashly.

It is extremely rare to meet two people one after another in recent decades.However, Fu Zhaoheng turned his back on the clan first, which has already chilled the hearts of the barbarians, and Fu Zhan was underage, and in addition to his previous behaviors, he did not dare to confront him on the face, and he occasionally had doubts in his heart.In addition, before the young man disappeared this time, the tribe already knew that he went to Yandi to save Yan's troubles.Although he declared that he was attacking Yantu Qingdao on behalf of Fuxuan's front line, but it was so cheap that Yanduo was somewhat strange.

Due to status restrictions, no one dares to speak ill of him.But they can't resist the waves of people's hearts, and when they meet each other's eyes, they can understand the meaning tacitly.

Under such a mysterious atmosphere, Qiu Wen, the most respected clan elder in the Southern Barbarians, spoke. Because some clansmen saw that Fu Zhan entered the Zongchang Pavilion before, but did not leave for seven or eight consecutive days, there was unavoidable danger of accidents. People asked Fengling in front of the Huanshu altar if he could open the door of the pavilion and find out the situation inside.

Originally, the clan couldn't believe that the door of the pavilion would be opened easily, but when the door lock fell off when the begging was begging, everyone passed it on, and those who heard the letter put down their work and rushed to watch.

Surrounded by people in front of the Zongchang Pavilion, they looked around, but each remained silent and did not dare to discuss. This holy place has never allowed idlers to enter rashly. This time, the elders of the clan took the responsibility to come here to have a look at the situation of the secret pavilion that has not been seen for a hundred years. .

"It's almost there?" An elder next to him asked Qiu Wen in a low voice.

Qiu Wen looked back at everyone in the field, and said: "It's not that there are people from the tribe who have received the letter and haven't come, so wait."

"But I think this place is almost full of people, even if they come, they have to line out. I guess they won't see much," said the elder. Let the whole family hear about it."

Qiu Wen took a deep breath and said slowly, "...Okay, let's open the door."

There were more than a dozen barbarians standing in front of the pavilion door. After receiving the gesture from the people below, they turned around and held the crossbar of the pavilion door.

All the barbarians on the field couldn't take their eyes off it, only staring at the slowly opening door.

The solid wood solidified and rubbed, and then one glimpsed a dark shadow in the middle, and suddenly saw a person standing in the gap, the purple gold band on his forehead flashed for a moment, it was the boy who had been searching for the boy for days.

The people around the audience couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, it's really a pity that they couldn't take this opportunity to have a glimpse of the scene inside the pavilion.But at the same time, he was fortunate that it seemed that the priest was safe and sound in the pavilion, and there was no danger.

The elders standing at the head of the crowd were stunned when they saw this.

"...Didn't you say that there was no one in the pavilion before?"

No one answered for a while.

I saw the young man stepping out of the steps, his eyes swept over the barbarians who opened the door on both sides, and the dozen or so people bowed and retreated one after another, and hurried down.

Fu Zhanding stood on the edge of the steps, glanced down at the scene, and said to the front row: "Elders, I don't know why you are mobilizing the teachers and mobilizing the crowd?"

Qiu Wen stared gloomyly and remained silent, an elder next to him said: "I haven't seen the priest for several days, and a servant came to report it before. I'm afraid you will die, so I came here to find out the details."

"What am I doing, do I still need to report to you?" Fu Yan raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "There must be no interference between the affairs of the royal family and the affairs of witches and gods. Since I am in the Zongchang Pavilion, it is disturbing for you and your family to come here. The gods of the ancestors rest in peace. I would like to ask first, who spread the news and called the clansmen to come, this action, but for no reason made you feel guilty of offending the ancestors."

Hearing this, the barbarians who had come to watch on the field also regretted it. They only blamed the person who spread the news at first, and also felt resentful towards the elder who led them here.

Fu Zhan had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, and curled his lips coldly.

"If you dare to ask the priest about something, please understand."

Qiu Wen, who had been silent since Fu Zan's appearance, suddenly spoke out.

"Say."

Qiu Wendao: "The Gu maker who spread the news before reported the situation, he even apologized, saying that he had a chance to sneak into the Zongchang Pavilion privately, but found that all the ancient scrolls in the pavilion were lost, and there were ashes left. I don't know. Is there such a thing?"

When he asked this question, his heart was still a bit vacant, after all, if Fu Zan firmly insisted that it was done by the former priest, he would have nothing to do with him.It's just that the incident happened suddenly, and many clansmen were present, so he couldn't easily let him go here.

"...It's nonsense. Elder Qiu Wen's words are so unreasonable. Why don't you bring out the Gu maker you mentioned for interrogation before making a decision. Entering Zongchang Pavilion privately is a felony of beheading."

Qiu Wen saw that the young man's face really changed, and he became more and more convinced of what he thought.

"Compared to this person's crime of trespassing, if what he said is true, the priest may offend him even more. Why don't we verify the truth of what he said before making a decision?"

"Bold!" Fu Yan said coldly, "If, as the elder said, if one person doubts me, he will open the cabinet in public, who will bear the crime of collision? Whoever wants to join the cabinet in the future will pour a basin of dirty water on my head That's enough? Elder Qiu Wen said so swearingly, it seems that he can bear this crime."

"He's not the only one who saw it!" Another voice came from the crowd. Fu Zan glanced at it, and it was a barbarian who just opened the door in front of the pavilion, "We all went to see it secretly before... we saw it with our own eyes. Burn the ancient books!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Qiu Wen couldn't tell whether his words were true or false for a while, and he didn't know whether those people were helping him by chance or they really followed him in private.If it is the latter, it seems that when he goes down, he wants to clear up the minds of his subordinates. He once forbade the shaman to reveal this matter to the public. no.

Qiu Wen stretched out his hand to stroke his long beard, his eyes widened.

"If you really want to test it, it's not impossible," Fu Yan looked around at the crowd, and changed the topic, "It's just that the crime of offense still needs to be investigated. In addition to the few people who claim to have sneaked in privately, there must be someone here to guarantee it. Only then can the pavilion be opened to let them take a look. Otherwise, if the rules that have been handed down are broken at will, won’t they all become waste paper in the future?"

The young man was so confident that it made the elders feel a little hesitant for no reason.

"Elder Qiu Wen?" Fu Yan pointed to the middleman, "You have always been highly respected and have the longest qualifications. Can you issue this guarantee?"

Qiu Wen's hand holding the stick hesitated, and Elder Shi Kun next to him took the initiative to say, "I'll be your guarantor."

Fu Zhan sneered: "Then please invite Elder Shi Kun to enter the cabinet with me alone to verify."

Shi Kun was about to go up the steps, but Qiu Wen blocked him with his walking stick: "...Shi Kun."

He always felt that there were some clues in it, and he just let the boy arrange it for fear of causing chaos, and threatened: "Priest, if there is your forbidden illusion technique in it, so what?"

"Elder Qiu Wen is worrying too much. How dare I use such trivial tricks to deceive the people of this barbarian tribe?"

Qiu Wen's cane standing in front of him was still the same, Shi Kun stood alone and did not dare to move rashly.

Fu Zan looked down at the insidious and stubborn elder, held the sky with three fingers, and said coldly: "I swear by the ancestor Fengling, and I swear by the ancestors of the priests—"

"Don't use ancient witchcraft to deceive the people and cover up the truth," Fu Yan stared at him, "Elder Qiu Wen also remember that what you are doing now is provoking the divine sense of the ancestors with the power of the southern barbarians. The father wanted it before he left. I will lead the elders to discuss the affairs of the clan, and in my opinion, if the result today is not as you wish, please ask Elder Qiu Wen to hand over the consular power to me."

Seeing this, Shi Kun called him a few times in a low voice, and Qiu Wen just slowly removed his cane.

Shi Kun had no choice but to bite the bullet and climb up the steps, walking at least beside him.

With a sneer on Fu Zan's face, he said to him, "Elder Shi Kun will follow me in and take a look."

He turned around and pushed the door of the pavilion open a narrow gap that only allowed one person to pass through.

"Please."

Shi Kun enters the pavilion.In the dim light of the candles, one can see the simple and solemn hall and the eye-catching deficit in the atrium, directly hitting the heart of the visitor.Books, treasures, and Gu species are lined up among the stacked cabinets, and they are interspersed in an orderly manner to form an array.The horizontal pillars and railings are clean and dust-free, so how can they look half stained with ashes?

The elder's face suddenly turned ashen.

"Elder, do you want to go forward and check carefully whether the record is empty?" said the young man behind him.

"...No need."

The young man approached from behind, raised his head and leaned into his ear, and said, "Elder Shi Kun should know better than me that there is no such blessing in fate, and there is a price to be paid for being greedy and usurping power."

Shi Kun raised his head again, only seeing the scarlet words of "My soul has no desire for eternal life" in his eyes, feeling ashamed and sad, he said anxiously: "Understood."

Fu Zan turned sideways, and Shi Kun squeezed out from the narrow and dark gap again, the outside sky was incandescent, piercing his eyes.

Shi Kun looked at the inquiring eyes of the crowd, and said loudly: "There are indeed treasures recorded by ancestors in the pavilion...the rumors are not true."

Fu Yan reminded softly at the side: "I don't kill, and I don't want to embarrass other clansmen. I ask the elders to end it on their own."

Shi Kun turned around to meet the cold and indifferent expression of the young man, suddenly smiled, glanced at Qiu Wen, who was staring at this place, stretched out his hand and gave a heavy blow to the heart, and his body fell to the ground in response.

The people in the bystanders didn't expect the incident to develop to such a degree in just a few hours. They couldn't help being shocked by this farce and confessed their sins.

Fu Zhan Shi ran up the stairs and walked up to the old man with livid complexion and gray hair in the center.

"Elder Qiu Wen," the golden thread on the lapel of the young Zitang's clothes glistened in the light, dazzling, "Feng Ling is on top, please... promise as promised."