The painting of a thousand bones is full of love, no regrets when playing chess

It was just dawn, and the square in front of the Changliu Hall was filled with a dignified atmosphere. Mo Yan was standing on the high altar above, his face was already covered in anger, his eyes were staring, his eyebrows were raised one by one, and his face was full of blue veins. His shoulders also trembled slightly from suppressing his anger.Sheng Xiaomo and You Ruo, who were standing behind him, were just the opposite. There was no trace of anger on their faces, but they were full of worry. They looked at each other from time to time, and Sheng Xiaomo's hand behind his back was even more He kept drawing the magic circle, and secretly used his cultivation to search for Bai Zihua's aura.Under the high altar, there were more than a dozen disciples kneeling, Hua Qiangu knelt at the very front, her face was pale, with sweat dripping from her forehead, and under her snow-white dress, the bright red on her left arm was very eye-catching.And those who knelt with her in front of the altar behind her were those disciples who were "drunk together". After getting along for more than a year, they believed and made them sure that the Shangguan Lingxi they knew and got along with would never be able to kill It is this kind of 'belief' that makes them willing to kneel here together, not wanting her to be forcibly charged with the crime that cannot belong to her.Behind them, densely packed disciples were discussing in whispers, looking at Hua Qiangu from time to time.Behind the stone pillar not far from them, Luo Shiyi held Tang Bao who was about to rush forward with both hands. She must not appear in front of his master Mo Yan at this moment, otherwise the matter of Shangguan Lingxi being Hua Qiangu would definitely not be hidden Living.

Lin Yuanxing, who is the head disciple, also knelt on the ground together. Obviously, he ignored the "what happened" explained by the two disciples who were beaten by Hua Qiangu to the tree trunk and fell unconscious for a moment, and directly interrupted their endless conversation. Discourse: "If it is concluded that Lingxi has committed the crime of mutilating fellow disciples based on their one-sided words, then such a sentence is not fair."

Mo Yan's face became even more ashen. Among the disciples who died, two were the only sons of the heads of other immortal sects. He explained that this was about keeping his reputation. Even if there is no obvious and direct physical evidence to prove that Shangguan Lingxi killed his fellow disciples, the testimony of the two surviving disciples is enough to make the matter come to a conclusion, and the answer has been clearly laid out in front of everyone.But now, in Mo Yan's eyes, Lin Yuanxing's meddling is capricious regardless of the overall situation. At this moment, he was so angry that his eyebrows and beard trembled: "The testimony of the two disciples is the most powerful evidence! What injustice is there now?"

"Can't it be that these two disciples stole in the Sutra Pavilion and were discovered by other night patrol disciples, and then in order to avoid punishment, they were all silenced in a fit of anger, and then blamed on Lingxi who happened to pass by and came to help?" Lin Yuanxing's firm tone made people feel that what he stated was the whole truth.

"World Honored One, if you are so perfunctory in order to give an explanation to the outside world, wouldn't that be unfair to Lingxi?"

"It's absolutely impossible for Lingxi to kill the same sect. There must be a conspiracy hidden in it."

Lin Yuanxing's fearless behavior also inspired the courage in the hearts of other disciples. Everyone expressed their doubts and dissatisfaction with the hasty handling of the incident.

Mo Yan threw off his sleeves angrily, and walked down the altar; "Okay! Shangguan Lingxi, let me ask you, did you kill those disciples?"

Hua Qiangu raised his head to meet Mo Yan's eyes, and said word by word: "I didn't hurt anyone."

That look in his eyes was so much like a person, Mo Yan came back to his senses after a while, and continued to ask: "Who killed that?"

Hua Qiangu didn't make any further answers, not because she didn't want to say it, but because she couldn't say it, couldn't express what she knew in her mouth.The wound on her left arm would cause excruciating pain every time she wanted to tell the truth, and it was gradually eroding her remaining willpower.

"I can't tell who did it, but dare to talk nonsense here!!" Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, Mo Yan became even more angry: "Since you like to be guilty so much, you should be punished together!" Let's go! Disciples of the Discipline Pavilion, according to Changliu's sect rules, how should we be punished?"

Before the people from the Discipline Pavilion could say anything, Sheng Xiaomo said, "Senior brother, there are still many doubts about this matter. Why don't we make a decision after the second senior brother comes back." The most important thing at the moment is to stop the matter from continuing. He is very clear about Yan's temper. If things are allowed to develop like this, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Zihua went to various factions to strengthen the seal of the artifact. There is no need to alarm him about these things." Mo Yan meant to solve it as soon as possible.

You Ruo finally couldn't bear it any longer, broke free from Sheng Xiaomo's grip on her hand and stepped forward: "I'm the head! This matter is full of doubts, the investigation is clear and then punished, not only to leave something for the chief. Confession, but also an explanation to the Immortal School that had the accident. It is better to wait for the master to come back and conduct a joint trial of the three masters."

There was a trace of strangeness in Mo Yan's eyes, he didn't make a sound, just looked at Sheng Xiaomo and You Ruo thoughtfully, and then looked at Hua Qiangu who was kneeling on the ground from time to time, only to see that his eyes suddenly fixed in vain, his pupils suddenly Shrinking, his complexion suddenly changed.For Hua Qiangu kneeling on the ground, under the white tulle coat, half of the palace bell around her waist was out of the cover of the skirt, and at the same time, it was printed in Mo Yan's eyes.

A palm wind struck forward, and Gong Ling flew away from her waist, lying quietly on the ground...

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