Lonely tree in the north

Gui Sheng Da Zong's face was very kind, because his eyes were bright and wise because he was practicing Zen and studying Buddhism.

"Thank you all for coming here from thousands of miles. This sacrificial ceremony will officially begin." After he nodded slightly, he slowly raised his hand, waving something in his hand, and a ray of light from the sky suddenly passed like lightning, followed From the beginning to the end, between the four intersecting chains, there suddenly appeared a huge furnace hanging in the air above their heads.

Everyone bowed their hands in courtesy and muttered words in their hearts.

A few hours passed by for the grand ceremony, and when it gradually began to end, someone suddenly quarreled when they were leaving.

"What is this!"

It was Nangong Ting who spoke. Don't look at him always laughing and laughing when he was in Nangong Mansion, but when he was outside, his face was more serious than anyone else.

After all, it was Lord Nangong who was the head of the four sects. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the arguing people immediately stopped talking.

"Since the lord has also asked questions, I'll just say that it's okay. In recent days, Your Excellency Chi Wu issued an order to arrest Gong Heng, and said to the outside world that when he went to Xuzhou, all the disciples of my Tianwaixian who were killed were killed by him. The person who helped Gong Heng was Bei Chen'an, the eldest brother of the Lord of the North Pavilion.

My Tianwaixian disciple died innocently and tragically. I don't know the North Pavilion Master, so what explanation should I give me Tianwaixian! "

Bei Zi'an, who was standing by the side, turned his face to salute Nan Gongting, without looking at the speaker, his sharp eyes swept over the few self-disciples who were arguing with each other, and said: "I am Chi Wuge What crime should be committed, what should be explained, and there is no need for you, an outsider, to shout here."

The person Bei Zi'an mentioned was Wu Xi.

A distant cousin who is like the master of the Immortal Sect today, and a relative who can't be beaten by eight poles.

Gong Jun, who wanted to watch the excitement, felt a little displeased with Bei Zi'an's words when he heard it, "Master Bei Zi'an, you are right, so we should keep it private?"

Hearing the sound, Bei Zi'an glanced over, seeing that it was Gong Jun, his disdainful eyes became even more intense.

Gong Jun didn't wait for Bei Zi'an to speak, and the big mouth started to shout loudly, "Master Bei Zi'an, it is rumored among the people that Bei Zi'an is an upright person, and now you have made this mistake. What's the matter, you still have to imagine protecting your brother to death like ten years ago?"

The word 'brother' was bitten very hard. There were already thousands of people present, and more people were attracted by the sound at this time.

Bei Chen'an is his bottom line, not to mention that Gong Jun is not qualified to mention him.

"Nephew Gong Xian, you have to be more careful when you speak here." Nan Gongting listened, her rough eyebrows furrowed, and her voice was lowered with a hint of warning.

But Gong Jun looked at him with a smile on his face, and his tone of voice when speaking to Nan Gongting was completely different.

"My lord, this dead one is my disciple. You see, nephew, I have not been in power for five years. How can I let others bully me at will. The disciples who died have to be paid for by them." This is fair, so that their spirits in heaven can also live in comfort."

Nan Gongting wanted to speak, but this idiot who didn't like oil and salt didn't know each other in a day or two. After thinking about it, he obediently kept his mouth shut.

"When the former pavilion master just buried his ancestral grave, there was a corpse change. I see, the people who have been demonized are also planning to harm others. As the arrest warrant holder , why don't you take a ruthless hand and destroy him directly."

The one who spoke this time was the people in the casual clothes of the Mirage Palace who were standing together, a little boy who was so thin that he could be supported, he stroked his nose with his cuff, and said in a soft voice.

That morbid tone made the listener's teeth itch with anger.

As soon as the words fell, the small voices of the audience who were secretly discussing suddenly disappeared.

Shen Siyu who was standing next to the boy grabbed his wrist violently, as if warning him to shut up.

But the boy looked down on him, ignored his warning, and continued to go his own way.

Although Mo Xun couldn't see what was going on inside, but he was really angry when he heard what the boy said.

Just as he was about to squeeze in to help, someone grabbed his arm and pulled Mo Xun's small figure out of the crowd.

I thought it was Si Ye, but just as he was about to turn his head and scold him, the person who appeared in his eyes swallowed the swear words he was about to utter.

"Second...second senior brother?"

Wu Shi frowned and looked at him, but shook his head helplessly, he raised his eyes into his eyes, signaling for Mo Xun not to get involved at this time.

The only thing that allows the masters of the four sects and five masters to gather together is the sacrificial ceremony that only happens once every four years.

Those with a heart will not miss this opportunity to embarrass those people.

"But second senior brother..." I have already promised him that I will help him solve this matter.

Before the words were spoken, Wu Shi seemed to already know what he wanted to say, but with these thousand mouths, no matter how reasonable a person is, he would be interpreted as unreasonable.

What's more, no one wants to be the point of this gun and provoke others at will.