Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

Chisin Peak, the place where the Chengtian Sect imprisoned and punished students who made mistakes.

The tenth floor of the Red Sin Peak, the higher the level, the more serious the crime and the greater the punishment.

The seventh floor is surrounded by layers of lingering cold air. The cold air formed by the millennium ice is so heavy that it almost condenses into fog.

Lin Heng hugged his body tightly and shrank in a corner of the cave, shivering.

Cold, very cold.

The cold air permeates through the thin clothing and penetrates into the body and blood.

Even the soul is almost trembling.

The lips were purple, the face was stiff, and a thin layer of frost hung on the eyelashes.

If it weren't for the occasional trembling of the eye feathers, one might think that this person is dead.

Lin Heng has been locked here for a day, no one came, and there is no news.

Yesterday, the man waved off his sleeves, refused to listen to any explanation, and ordered someone to lock him up.

Wen Ci, you don't believe him, do you?

I don't know how long it has passed, but my body doesn't seem to be so cold anymore, but it is a little numb, and my eyes are black.

He couldn't hold on anymore, and fainted on the ground, only the Demon God Orb in his dantian was emitting a dim light.

Before losing consciousness, he whispered ravingly: "Wen Ci..."

The Main Peak Hall of Chengtian Sect.

A seductive woman in red rose up against the table.

Her eyes were red, she stared angrily at the snow-clothed youth in front of her, with a sad expression on her face: "Wen Ci, you have abolished my Zhi'er, and now, you allow your disciples to bully and kill my Zhi'er, and still refuse to admit it, are you serious?" I thought I was easy to bully in Misty Palace."

"I'm just a daughter like Zhi'er, she just likes you, but now she has ended up like this."

Recalling her daughter's voice and smile in the past, she hugged her arm sweetly and acted like a baby to her.

He recalled the mottled marks all over her body and the eyes that couldn't be closed when the disciple brought her back.

In any case, she must seek justice for her daughter.

Wen Ci was dressed in snow clothes, and no emotion could be seen on his stern face. He lightly glanced at the staggering woman who was about to fall, and frowned slightly.

He looked at the old man on the main seat.

Yan Hong's lips parted slightly: "Master, this matter is definitely not Lin Heng's doing."

"Immortal Venerable Wen Ci has such a great ability, if you don't think so, then don't you think so? Could it be that I, Zhi'er, died so unclearly and in vain?" The Misty Palace Mistress was supported by a disciple, unable to contain her anger.

Wen Ci ignored her and turned to the old man who had been silent all this time.

The old master sighed.

What are these things.

A good person just died like this, or died like that, but still in Xiaoheng's side hall, so many people saw it.

Although he got along with Lin Heng not long ago, he still believed in that kid's character, and it was absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing.

But now, there is no way to argue.

He pondered for a moment, then looked at the Misty Palace's owner: "That child Xiaoheng understands something, he will definitely not do such a thing, there must be a misunderstanding about this matter..."

"Misunderstanding, what kind of misunderstanding can there be?" before the words were finished, the Misty Palace Mistress interrupted angrily.

She looked around at everyone in the hall, and suddenly snorted coldly: "Chengtian faction, could it be that they want to cover up that person? Do you really want to make enemies with my Misty Palace?"

As soon as these words came out, all the peak masters looked anxious.

Their Chengtian faction has always been friendly with other factions, how could they turn against Misty Palace for the sake of a mere disciple?

"Palace Master, according to you, how should we deal with it?" Peak Master Yi couldn't help it.

After the words fell, a cold gaze fell on him instantly.

Wen Ci's gaze was calm, as if it was just a casual glance.

But the peak master's back suddenly shivered, and his fear of powerful instinct made his body tremble uncontrollably.

He lowered his eyes, forbidding, and tightly clenched his hands under his sleeves.

The darkness in my heart grew little by little.

What he hates the most is Wen Ci's appearance: Possessing great strength, standing aloft, ignoring everyone, and trampling on him ruthlessly.

In the corner, Yun Heng, who was hiding among his disciples, watched everything in front of him quietly, like a spectator, watching the performance of the actors on the stage with great interest.

In the dark pupils, faintly exudes crazy excitement.

This is a play directed by him, you must act well.

Someone agreed, and the Misty Palace Mistress's expression softened a bit, and she said cruel words word by word: "Of course I want him to pay in blood, and I want him to suffer 80 soul-eating lashes."

As soon as the words "Soul Eater Whip" came out, the people in the hall were in an uproar.

The Soul Devouring Whip, owned by the Chengtian Sect, is known as the number one divine whip in the Three Realms.

As the name suggests, the whip will not leave any marks on the body, but will damage the soul.

The pain penetrated into the bone marrow and hurt the soul, which is called the Soul Devouring Whip.

No matter how high the cultivator is, the demons, after 50 lashes, their souls will be scattered, and they will be wiped out, let alone 80 lashes.

"Impossible." Wen Ci directly denied it without thinking about it.

The master of Misty Palace held a warm smile on his bright red lips: "If not, I, Misty Palace, will be enemies of Chengtian faction for generations, and all disciples of Misty Palace will hunt down and kill Lin Heng and Chengtian at all costs." All the disciples of the Heaven Sect."

"Palace master, please think twice." All the peak masters frowned and stopped them one after another.

"Master, since that disciple has done something wrong, he should be punished, and we, the Chengtian Sect, cannot cover it up."

"Wen Ci Xianzun, are you going to sacrifice all the disciples of the Chengtian Sect for the sake of one disciple?"

"Master, the demons have always been on the verge of moving, and the war between immortals and demons is likely to break out again. At such a critical moment of life and death, we cannot fight among ourselves."

"..."

After a long time, everyone in the hall was dismissed except the head and Wen Ci.

At the top of the main hall, hangs a huge portrait, the solitary and independent old man, the ancestor of the Chengtian sect, the founder of the sect, was shattered into the void thousands of years ago.

Once upon a time, the head generals were all slaughtered, and only one person remained, and the little gentle words were brought back to the Chengtian Sect.

At that time, Xiao Wenci knelt in front of the portrait of the patriarch and kowtowed nine times.

He said: You must use your life to kill all the demons, and you must use your life to protect the Chengtian faction.

The head of the sect quietly looked at the portrait of the patriarch with his hands behind his back. After a long time, he sighed slightly, as if he had exhausted all his energy: "Xiaoci, do you still remember the oath you made when you knelt here?"

Xiao Ci, the head of the sect once raised him under his knees, and she called his name so affectionately.

The head of the sect and Wen Ci are like teachers and fathers.

Wen Ci's figure was slightly blurred, his slender eyes covered all emotions.

……

Yun Heng flew to the seventh floor of Chisin Peak.

"Senior Brother Yunheng." The disciple guarding the seventh floor nodded.

Yun Heng gave an indifferent "hmm", took the cloak handed over by the man and put it on.

The black cloak almost blended with him who was dressed in black.

This cloak can resist the first layer of icy air, and all guard disciples have one.

Yun Heng's eyes fell on a cave, and he casually asked, "How is Lin Heng?"

The disciple paused for a moment, seemingly hesitating.

Yun Heng glanced at him lightly, with a calm face, half a smile: "Why, can't you say it?"

The disciple quickly shook his head, hesitated for a moment and then said in a low voice, "If we hadn't discovered it earlier, Lin Heng would have died."

As he said that, there was still a look of fear in the man's eyes.

Yun Heng glanced at him and understood.

Immortal Wen Ci ordered Lin Heng to be imprisoned on the first floor, but now they have privately imprisoned him on the seventh floor, and almost froze to death. If Immortal Wen Ci knew about it, they would be finished .

That disciple felt a little regretful, he shouldn't have helped Yun Heng just for a few elixir.

It's just that he didn't understand why Yun Heng wanted to harm Lin Heng because both Yun Heng and Lin Heng were disciples of Wen Ci Xianzun.

With a faint smile on the corner of Yun Heng's lips, he comforted him casually: "Isn't he not dead? Watch him carefully and don't let him die."

Lin Heng opened his eyes and found that he was still in the original cave. He was lying on the ground with only a black cloak on his body, which was covered casually, as if someone had discarded it casually.

He moved, and his body didn't seem so stiff and cold anymore.

Is it because of this cloak?

Lin Heng squinted his eyes and looked up to the outside of the cave. The outside of the cave was bright and it was daytime.

I don't know, it's been a few days since he was closed.

Has Master come here?

After asking his heart, Lin Heng laughed at himself, the corners of his lips were bitter. The master probably didn't believe him, so why did he come to see him.

So, what about Ah Ci?

Does Ah Ci know about his situation?

I don't know how the Chengtian Sect and Misty Palace will view this matter.

Suddenly a figure appeared in the bright cave, blocking the light.

Lin Heng squinted his eyes and looked at the person who was coming step by step against the light.

Dressed in black, with a sneer on his gloomy face.

Yunheng.

Lin Heng pursed his lips tightly, taking all precautions, but he still fell into his plot.

Lin Heng turned his head away, not looking at him.

Yun Heng walked over slowly, in a good mood, in order to admire Lin Heng's distressed and miserable appearance.

He looked up.

The boy was half leaning against the mountain wall, wrapped in a black cloak like him.

The handsome face was pale from the cold, less bloody, and a bit colder.

Seeing him coming in, the boy just glanced at him, then looked away without saying a word.

It was as if Yunheng did not exist.

For a moment, the arc of Yun Heng's lips froze, and he felt aggrieved, as if he had punched the cotton with all the strength he had worked so hard to accumulate.

The pleasure of revenge that had arisen faded away like a tide in an instant, and was replaced by strong anger and hatred.

why.

Why have you fallen to such a point, you can still be so indifferent, and still ignore me like this.

The cave fell into an eerie silence.

After a long time, Yun Heng laughed, and the appearance of smiling but not smiling looked quite strange.

"Lin Heng, you want to know who did Yang Xuezhi's matter."

Lin Heng's tone was flat: "I know it's you."

Yun Heng was taken aback, gritted his teeth and smiled: "So you know." He paused and said, "Then do you want to know how Master views this matter?"

Lin Heng's fingertips trembled, but he didn't say anything.

Yun Heng seemed very satisfied with his performance, and said slowly: "I came to tell you today that you were abandoned by him."

Lin Heng looked back at him suddenly, it was the first time since Yunheng came in that he showed other expressions.

He was determined, and said word by word: "No, yes, yes."

Yun Heng smiled and said nothing. In fact, he was not sure in his heart, he just said it, wanting to see Lin Heng despair.

At this moment, a voice suddenly resounded throughout the Chengtian Sect.

"Lin Heng, a disciple of Chengtian Sect, killed Yang Xuezhi, the young master of Misty Palace, and punished him with 50 soul-eating lashes. Immortal Wen Ci executed it himself."

The sound rang three times before it stopped, which was Lin Heng's final sentence.