The villain's guide to throwing blame

As soon as these words came out, there were many noisy discussions in the originally silent hall. Some disciples who couldn't hold their breath almost stood up uncontrollably. The eyes of their elders who were still watching were fixed, so they had to sit down unconvinced. Going back, he gave Elder Qian Lin who was standing at the gate of the palace a hard look.

Feng Ling rarely sat up straight, and looked at the Great Elder Qianlin with a rather upright and serious posture. After finishing what he said just now, he stopped talking, put the words down, and waited for the other elders of the Dazong to accept them.

In fact, the chief disciples of these elders lived up to Feng Ling's expectations, they seemed to be gentle and polite but aggressively negotiated with the Great Elder Qianlin.

"I don't know what Elder Lin's words mean?" Xuan Lingzi smiled gently, but his eyes were heavy on the First Elder's body, which made his originally strong aura feel a little guilty.

"Not only for my Qianlin, but also for everyone's sake. These days, Qianlin Cave has many eyes and people. If there are really bad people mixed in, this reputation..." The elder forced himself to suppress the little guilty conscience, He straightened his back and considered his words.

"I think what Elder Lin means is that he regards us as villains?" Elder Qi snorted coldly, and gave him an unceremonious glance, the irony and sharpness in it were not concealed at all.

The Great Elder was suffocated by the aggressive and harsh words, and finally came to his senses, and replied with difficulty, "Pindao has no such intentions, everyone..."

"Amitabha," Yue Chen, who had never spoken a word, opened his eyes, looked at the Great Elder who was struggling to deal with it, and opened his mouth unexpectedly, "The calamity of your family is unexpected, but this move may not So impersonal."

With a smile in his eyes, Feng Ling listened to the always upright mage Yuechen also open his eyes and talk nonsense, something unexpected, someone who knew Qian Lin might not be at peace early on, speaking at this time, I am afraid that he is leading Elder Lin If so.

"That's right," Elder Lingyin of Miaoyinfang, who was sitting quietly with her disciples in the hall all the time, answered Feng Ling's surprise. She stared closely at Elder Lin, as if she was getting close Looking at him as if observing something, "Qianlin wants me to cooperate, so he has to give us an explanation before it makes sense."

Unexpectedly, Great Elder Qianlin seemed to suddenly gain confidence. He looked at Yuechen and Elder Lingyin with gloomy eyes, snorted coldly, shook his sleeves angrily, and said with unspeakable anger: "With me Want to explain? Why don't Master Yuechen and Elder Lingyin tell me where they were an hour ago?"

Elder Qianlin's attack came so suddenly that the people from the middle and small sects in the hall were still confused, but the people in the seat were secretly shocked at the same time, "Here it is, is this really like Xuanwu Pavilion, implicating Shaolin Temple and Miaoyinfang again?"

Feng Ling tidied up his sleeves in a leisurely manner, changed his posture slightly, leaned on the back of the chair, and waited for the next thing to happen. As expected, things were not much different from what he had imagined. The only variable was that Miaoyinfang was also involved. Among them, in his original prediction, the Feng family might be implicated, and he made some preparations for this, but it is unnecessary at this time.

"Explanation?" Elder Lingyin was taken aback when she heard the words, and combined with the topic that everyone was talking about, she immediately understood what happened. Then I arrived at the square of the main hall of your sect, and your disciples of Qianlin and many fellow Taoists in this hall saw it with their own eyes."

"As for Mage Yuechen," she glanced at Yuechen who was sitting calmly on one side, and then coldly fell back on Qianlin Zhongren, "he arrived at about the same time as this seat, if Qianlin wants to suspect us, Really ridiculous."

Hearing Elder Lingyin's indifferent answer, Elder Lin froze and looked around for a week, but saw that everyone nodded their heads and testified for her. Said: "The poor Taoist doesn't know how the secret method in the gate of Miaoyinfang and the precious magic weapon of Shaolin will appear in the hall of our suzerain!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned.

The secret method and magic weapon in the door?Why does it sound so familiar.

At this time, Feng Ling stood up leisurely, interrupted Elder Lin who was about to continue to ask questions, glanced at the few people who were looking at him in doubt, and smiled, "It's useless to say it, why don't Elder Lin Lead the way, let me go to verify it together, so as to give Master Yuechen and Elder Lingyin a chance to prove themselves?"

Just like that, the elders of the three major sects got up one after another, and followed Elder Lin, walking around all the way back to the main peak hall where the banquet was originally held.

"Everyone, please." Boss Lin Chang stood at the entrance of the back hall with a straight face, and slightly bowed to invite several difficult elders of the big sect to enter.

Feng Ling quietly followed Yue Chen, and when he passed the messy main hall, he tugged at the sleeve of the monk in front. The monk who was still dressed in plain clothes turned his head to look at him indifferently, but he gave a slight signal to him. He looked down towards the direction of the curtain.

There were only a few dark drops of blood on it, which were too inconspicuous on the dull-colored fabric.

He didn't know why and looked at Feng Ling again, with doubts in his eyes.

——The murderer left from the main hall.

Feng Ling made a mouth shape silently, and whispered to him.

He paused, and looked at the place with complicated eyes, and saw a sense of disobedience. He always felt that this gorgeous curtain did not look like a simple decoration in the palace.

Before he had time to investigate and collect evidence for his guess, Yuechen followed Mu Tinglou, which had already entered the apse, and walked in under the gloomy gaze of Elder Lin.

As for Feng Ling, when he passed by him, he smiled slightly, approached him and lowered his head, speaking to him in a soft voice.

"Elder Lin is so good now, has he got his wish?"

Elder Lin was shocked all over, his pupils locked tightly watching Fengling walk into the hall with a meaningful smile, feeling a little inexplicable panic in his heart, he clenched his fists, forced himself to calm down, and took a deep breath After a few breaths, he also walked in.

This young master Feng always speaks in such a nonsensical manner, probably because he likes to play tricks like this.

As soon as he entered the palace, he was greeted with a thick smell of blood, but after careful sniffing, it seemed that there was a familiar quiet aroma mixed with the rusty smell.

After sniffing it carefully a few times, he was always joking and fooling around on weekdays, but Mu Tinglou, who was unambiguously involved in herbal medicine, raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Elder Lin and said, "Bai Shan Tan, your noble sect is really a luxury, this Waiting for treasures to be used by the suzerain like this?"

"What did you say?" Elder Lin asked back in surprise, the last two words were raised rapidly, almost breaking the sound sharply.

"Baishan sandalwood," Mu Tinglou replied somewhat inexplicably, "the treasures of sandalwood can be used as medicine, and the calming incense made can soothe the manic mood, and even bring back the consciousness of people who have lost their temper—"

His words became slower and slower, because the eyes of the people around him gradually changed, and he became a little confused and uncertain, "What's the matter, isn't this Baishan Tan?"

Mu Tinglou, a wizard of the God of Medicine Valley who actually knew little about Xuanwu Pavilion and didn't take it too seriously, was a little puzzled, and rarely doubted himself.

Feng Ling patted him kindly, signaling him to be at ease, "You are right."

"Then what's the matter?" Mu Tinglou was even more confused. He looked around the audience, but found that there was something that only he didn't know, but everyone else in the room knew it.

"There is no Baishan sandalwood in the collection of Qianlin's Medicine Pavilion." Elder Lin said awkwardly. He realized that something was wrong. Xiang's waiters will check it out and find out how this Baishan sandalwood came about!"

Right at this stall, several elders walked silently to the side of Duanming's body which had been tidied up and placed on the collapsed ground, silently made blessing gestures, and then carefully inspected his wounds.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes fell on Elder Lingyin.

"String killing technique——" Elder Lingyin frowned, carefully inspecting the wound on his neck, and shook his head after a long time, "It's not a complete Miaoyin string killing technique, it has a sword intent. "

This sentence made everyone rush out their spiritual power to investigate, and they came to the same conclusion as Elder Lingyin.

This is not the string killing technique, or it is not the string killing technique used by the people in Miaoyinfang. The murderer is probably a sword cultivator.

Hearing this, Elder Lin seemed to have thought of something, his face turned pale, he tremblingly asked several elders with profound cultivation bases for confirmation, and got exactly the same answer, with a bit of fear creeping up on his face .

Seeing this, Xuan Lingzi frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Why is Elder Lin so panicked, but what happened?"

Elder Lin took a few deep breaths, calmed down a bit, and said in a steady but slightly trembling tone: "The suzerain was killed, and at the same time, Qian Lin also lost two things."

The treasure was stolen, and several people couldn't help but think of the people in Xuanwu Pavilion who refused to say what was lost. They couldn't help looking at Elder Lin, hoping that he could say something.

Sure enough, living up to their expectations, Elder Lin heaved a long sigh, as if he had aged a lot and said: "I'm afraid you have all heard of their reputation and even seen these two things."

"Among them, there is a remnant scroll called the Blood Night Styx Scroll." Elder Lin said, and then twisted his expression with some struggles, and finally said the next sentence as if he had made a decision.

"The other thing is a divine weapon called Ling Tian Sword."

After the words came out, there was a dead silence in the hall.

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