I Am the Righteous Master

So much so that she vomited in her heart that this man had such an extraordinary appearance, yet he had such a mediocre name.

Jiang Yun stood still on the battle platform, and a strange temperament emerged from him.

All the noise disappeared at this moment, and the field suddenly became quiet.

The mountains rise and stop, the scenery stops.

That extremely natural and peaceful temperament spread out from him, as if the awe-inspiring righteousness of the entire academy was concentrated on one person.

He is a great Confucian in the rumors, a sage in the story, a history accumulated by the academy for thousands of years, and he walked out of the books.

Below the battle platform, both the students and the common people all stared at the figure in the center.

"I... I saw the Tao."

A young student licked his dry lips.

Jiang Yun looked at the crowd in the audience, and he was determined.

This is the first time he has used the Haoqi Jing with full firepower after entering the Divine Tower Realm.

Exercising with a powerful cultivation base, the aura blessing brought by this world's number one Righteous Dao Jue has reached an extremely terrifying level.

What's more, the origin and inheritance of Haoqi Sect can be traced back to ancient Confucianism and Taoism. It can be said that it is the pinnacle of scholars in the world.

Due to the existence of Qingniu Academy, when Jiang Yun stood on the stage, he still felt like he was fighting at home.

Chu Xiaoyu felt something bad in his heart.

"If Lin Ansheng is a monster, I have no objection."

Jiang Yun smiled slightly, and looked at Chu Xiaoyu, "But if someone says that Dean Lin is a member of the devil's way and killed his own teacher, I will give him a big grievance."

Lin Huaiyuan looked at the copper coffin with a complicated expression, opened his mouth to speak, but sighed again.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Feiyu looked at Jiang Yun and frowned.

"Everyone, please see."

Jiang Yun stretched out his hand and opened the copper coffin.

The copper coffin was very large, and there was a small coffin inside. Next to the small coffin was the corpse of an old man.

The corpse was well preserved, the body did not rot, and even its appearance was no different from that of a living person, it seemed that it was just asleep.

The bronze mirror that Chi Jiuxiao brought was suspended above the battle platform, projecting the scene in the coffin.

"One night 200 years ago, the old dean Xu Chengyang suddenly sat down, and only Dean Lin was present at that time.

Since then, Dean Lin has become the new dean of Qingniu Academy, taking over Xu Chengyang's mantle.

At the same time, because of Xu Chengyang's bizarre death, Dean Lin was the biggest beneficiary, so he became the most suspected object. "

Jiang Yun spoke eloquently.

"So... what's wrong with this?" Chen Feiyu's eyes were burning.

"What's wrong is that none of you have touched Xu Chengyang's body."

Jiang Yun reached out and dragged the old dean's body out, "And one night, I sneaked into Yinniu Lake and opened the coffin for an autopsy."

"You are all monks, you can see the details of this body."

Jiang Yun unbuttoned the old man's chest and pointed to the other's chest, where there was a large black shadow:

"Cultivators are different from ordinary people. The blood contains divinity, and the blood essence accumulates in the heart palace without dispersing. There is only one possibility to form this kind of blood stasis."

"That is, Dean Xu committed suicide by shattering his own heart."

Jiang Yun gave the answer.

He also saw this kind of change after death in Jia Qing's father.

"But why did my master do this?" It was Yu Xiuming who spoke, "And... why Huaiyuan would rather endure suspicion than tell us the truth?"

"This involves another truth." Jiang Yun smiled slightly, "In other words, the two questions of Dean Yu can be considered together."

He raised his hand and tapped Xu Chengyang's brow.

A golden glow flashed across the fingertips, and under this finger, Xu Chengyang's face changed rapidly.

It was as if a tight rubber band was loosened suddenly, causing a chain reaction immediately. Under everyone's gaze, the old man's face quickly changed into another face.

"This...how could this be?!"

Yu Xiuming and Chen Feiyu turned pale with shock.

"This old dean didn't have this face, and he wasn't even called Xu Chengyang."

Jiang Yun said, "According to my research these days, the real name of this old dean should be Yang Chengcai."

"Yang Cheng?"

Chen Feiyu frowned, feeling as if he had heard this name somewhere before.

"700 years ago, the youngest among the ten elders of the Blood God Sect, [Joint Bone into Sand·Yang Cheng]"

Jiang Yun looked calm.

Yu Xiuming froze in place, his goatee shaking.

How could my master have anything to do with the notorious Blood God Sect?

Moreover, is it their elder?

"Why did Yang Cheng hide his name and worship under the master of Qingniu Academy? I don't know the reason."

Jiang Yun shook his head, "But among the four of you brothers and sisters, only Lin Huaiyuan knows his true identity.

Yang Cheng... no, it was Xu Chengyang, who was regarded as a great Confucian during the years in Qingniu Academy.

According to the records in the city's scrolls, the dean is knowledgeable, gentle and refined, and has been innocent all his life, with hardly any stains to be found. "

Jiang Yun looked at Lin Huaiyuan:

"If my predictions are correct, I should have spoken to you before making Master commit suicide.

For example, I don't want you to reveal his identity or something. "

Lin Huaiyuan was silent for a moment without denying it.

Yu Xiuming came back to his senses and pulled off his goatee:

"Wait, you haven't said why my master committed suicide..."

Jiang Yun didn't answer him immediately, but opened the small coffin.

Lying in the coffin was a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Lin Ansheng.

"This is... An Sheng's father?"

Chen Feiyu frowned, feeling more and more confused.

Why Lin Ansheng's father, Lin Feng will also be in this coffin?

Lin Ansheng was brought up by Lin Huaiyuan.

Twenty years ago, Lin Ansheng's parents left a letter, abandoning their infant son, and the two went together to seek enlightenment.

Just like the most famous Xuantian Sect leader couple.

In the next 20 years, the husband and wife had no news.

Everyone thought that they had forgotten their home in Qingyun City, or they might have died on the way to seek the Tao.

But now, Lin Feng strangely appeared in the old dean's coffin.

Jiang Yun pointed to the corpses of Xu Chengyang and Lin Feng, and then pointed to Lin Ansheng:

"Do you think the three of them look alike?"

As soon as the words came out, the whole audience was dumbfounded.

Yu Xiuming's eyes widened, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty: "No, it won't be..."

Jiang Yun sighed:

"Lin Huaiyuan is not Lin Feng's father, Lin Feng's biological father is the old dean Xu Chengyang.

In other words, Lin Ansheng is actually the grandson of the old dean! "

Everyone on and off the stage was stunned by the news.

"This also explains why Lin Huaiyuan didn't have a history of going crazy in his ancestors, but why Lin Ansheng turned into a demon——

Because he has no blood relationship with Dean Lin Huaiyuan at all, he is Yang Cheng, the elder of the Blood God Sect, or the grandson of the old dean Xu Chengyang. "

Jiang Yun gave the answer.

He looked at Xu Chengyang's body:

"The Blood God Sect worships the Blood God, a crazy and bloodthirsty god.

Anyone who has cultivated deeply in the Blood God Sect will become delirious and fall into madness in their later years.

The deeper the cultivation base, the closer to the gods, and the closer to madness and dementia. "

"and."

Jiang Yun paused.

"This kind of madness will not only be reflected in oneself, but will also be branded in the blood for the sake of cultivation.

Even if you no longer practice the Blood God Sect's skills, you will still be affected by your blood, and you will become more prone to madness, and even become a human demon. "

"Young Master Jiang is right."

Lin Huaiyuan sighed, "Master did kill himself, with my cultivation level at that time, how could I kill Master?

I was the only one among the four brothers who knew the real identity of Master, and he was the one who called me into the room that night.

He told me that if the demonic blood in his body could no longer be suppressed, he would soon become a human demon, and once he became demonic this time, he would completely lose his humanity.

Master, he didn't want to become that ghost, so he told me that he was going to kill himself, and asked me to keep it a secret.

He didn't want to die as an elder of the Blood God Sect, and he didn't want to disappoint the three disciples who regarded him as his biological father, so he asked me to keep his identity for him.