Sword Qi Hengqiu

Ling Rangjin stopped hurriedly, and then bent down to help him up: "Uncle, I have sent someone to investigate this matter, Ruyun...he did it voluntarily with Elder Suzaku."

The old man burst into tears, tightly holding Ling Rangjin's hand, and refused to get up: "Even so, you are the leader of the Immortal League, why can't you give your brother a break? Even if it's just to expel the Immortal Alliance, don't abolish it." His cultivation level, if his cultivation base is abolished, he is not even as good as a mortal, and his body will collapse, and he didn't kill anyone, so the crime is not worthy of death, Ah Jin! Please, uncle, just let him go this time, I Guaranteed, Ruyun will never make a mistake again!"

Ling Rangjin lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a while. He straightened up slowly, and unquestionably helped the old man up: "Uncle, since I was young, my master and all my uncles have taught me what is virtue and what is law. Uncle Hua also told me, The law is not merciful. Have you forgotten now?"

The old man wanted to say more, but Ling Rangjin said in a low voice: "I have made a decision on this matter, and it is absolutely impossible to change it."

Father Hua was speechless for a long while, and finally tremblingly said: "Okay, the owner of the valley is selfless, so Hua just waits to see if the owner of the valley can always be so impartial, even if it is a dear relative, he can still be so impartial, even if he is a dear relative, he can still be cold-hearted. Cold sex to the end!"

After saying that, the old man waved his hands and limped away. Hua Ruyin was a little embarrassed standing there. When his father knelt down, he also knelt down, but he couldn't say what his father said. Seeing his father go away, he let out a long sigh : "Master Gu, don't take his words to heart...Father is also confused. Ruyun has done something wrong and should be punished. The Hua family has no complaints."

Ling Rangjin patted him on the shoulder, forced a smile and said, "Go back and stay with Uncle well, I'm back to Xianmeng."

Hua Ruyin also forced a smile: "Everyone in Mianyue Valley knows the owner's thoughts, and they all stand behind the owner. I think the owner seems to be in a bad mood, why don't you go back to the valley to rest?"

"No need." Ling Rangjin said softly, "I'm leaving now."

When he left Mianyue Valley, he was still like a bamboo, standing upright, but when he left Mianyuegu to try to control his sword, his feet were soft and he staggered. A generation of immortals almost knelt on the ground, and when he leaned forward, Supporting him firmly with both hands, Qiu Changtian's voice came to his ears: "He is selfish, have you done anything wrong, why is this?"

Ling Rang thought about it for a while, and felt that on the one hand, he was in a bad mood because all the troubles were rushed together, and on the other hand, it was the evil done by the angry Demon Lord last night.Then he waved his hand: "It's okay, I haven't had a good rest."

Qiu Changtian didn't rest well when he heard this sentence, and for some reason he suddenly felt better.He had a cold face all the way, and he didn't know if it was because he was squeezed by Bu Fanshuang.Now there is a little smile.

But that smile was fleeting, he supported Ling Rangjin and quickly withdrew his hand.Ling Rangjin was very upset now, and he didn't have time to take care of him, so he took him back to Daosuyin Mountain, and went straight back to the bedroom from the back mountain, without disturbing others.

However, as soon as they walked outside the palace wall of Ling Rangjin's bedroom, they heard what seemed to be people whispering inside.Ling Rang didn't care at all, and was about to walk in, but heard someone say: "If you want me to say, the leader is too rigid, you said that the flowers are like clouds, he has to do business, and I didn't see anyone to lead him, but someone Said he was cold-blooded. In fact, the seriousness of the crime is not just a matter of his words?"

Another person sneered and said: "What's rigid, he did it on purpose, so who wouldn't say he's fair? Everyone praises him, but it's a pity that Hua Ruyun was used as a stepping stone by his own valley owner."

Qiu Changtian raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Rangjin, but Ling Rangjin's expression remained the same, and he chuckled lightly: "Who specially arranged this to come around me and talk nonsense?"

Qiu Changtian also smiled and said, "It is estimated that someone was sent to watch you at the door. These people are waiting here. When you come back, ask them to recite the lines immediately."

The speaking time was neither too early nor too late, and it happened that Ling Rangjin listened to the whole process. Who would believe that it wasn't intentional?

Their voices were not too loud, just enough for the people inside to hear.There was a riot inside, and then someone came out, grabbed two people and pushed them to Ling Rangjin's feet: "Talk about the leader, and you will receive the punishment yourself."

"Wait a minute." Ling Rang smiled and said, "First tell me who told you to say these things here?"

The two people lowered their heads, glanced at each other, and refused to admit that someone ordered them, insisting that they were talking behind their backs.Seeing this, Ling Rangjin waved his hand: "Forget it, it's not a big deal to talk about me, let's take it down."

Qiu Changtian said leisurely: "If I am the leader of the alliance, I will use torture."

Ling Rangjin walked to his bedroom, looked back and smiled after hearing this: "Just because you said a few words about me, you will be tortured? Doesn't that mean I am trying to gain fame?"

Qiu Changtian seemed to want to say something, but in the end he smiled coldly and left without saying goodbye.

Halfway through the walk, a fat cat jumped on his shoulder: "I was very happy when I went, but I started to shake my face halfway. Why do you still have a cold face like Bian Chenwu when you come back?"

Bu Fanshuang didn't answer, but asked instead: "Didn't you come back early? What did you do?"

"I helped Xiao to copy a copy of his brother's dossier back then." Wen Li yawned, "Actually, his brother was unlucky to be entangled with the matter of the Remnant Desolate Sect, and he was bound to die, but they all thought he would be killed by the Remnant Sect." The desolate sect was wiped out, but I didn’t expect his pheasant to do it out of nowhere. I remember right, he and that pheasant were together just at the door, right? He also took the pheasant with him every day without killing it. It’s really affectionate. We the Lord of the Pavilion."

"You care too much." Bu Fanshuang said indifferently, "Whether we are together or not has something to do with you?"

Wen Li was choked up, seeing that Mozun was in a bad mood, and pondered for a long time what to say: "Isn't the lord doing it for the immortal?"

Bu Fanshuang didn't speak.

Wen Li plucked up his courage and whispered: "Don't really like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt himself being lifted up, and before he could react, he felt his body lighten, and he was ejected like a stone.

"...Bu Fanshuang, you motherfucker, you have the ability to face Ling Rangjin face to face!" Wen Li, who was thrown away, looked at Bu Fanshuang's back, and waited for others to go away, and then said loudly with his hands on his hips .

Ling Rangjin naturally didn't know that he was in a bad mood, which made Bu Fanshuang feel bad too.He was dealing with daily affairs as usual, and his emotions were not obvious.In fact, he wasn't very depressed, but he just thought of those bad things from time to time and felt a little depressed.

Bian Chenwu seemed to sense that he was in a bad mood, and turned around not knowing what he had said to Feng Qiongye.Feng Qiongye threw the sword away, washed off the blood bubbles from sword practice, and didn't know what to do.

Xianzun did not forget to urge his apprentice to study in his busy schedule. After finishing his affairs in the afternoon, he was ordering someone to call Feng Qiongye, when he heard Feng Qiongye's bluffing voice: "Come here, Shen Wu and Master, come and taste it!"

Following the smell of fried food, Feng Qiongye walked in first, holding a few things in his hand, Ling Rangjin put his face on his face and smiled and said: "What things?"

Feng Qiongye was followed by Bian Chenwu, holding two pots of unknown liquid with no expression on his face.After Feng Qiongye retreated to the left and right, he put the food plate on the table, and said with a smile: "Shen Wu said that Master seems to be in a bad mood. As for the affairs of your world, my help is limited, but in our world, if you are in a bad mood, you can help me." I will have a big meal, these are the decompression fetishes recognized by us."

Ling Rangjin looked at it, and there was a plate of fried food, it seemed that something was wrapped in chicken wings, and it was fried until it was golden.The other is a small boxy thing, dotted with some unknown flowers, the whole body is white, but the bottom looks like a pancake.And please drink from Bian Shenwu's drink, it has a sweet smell, and there is a faint aroma of milk and tea.

Feng Qiongye sat down and pointed to explain: "This is fried chicken, and this is cake. The cake is not easy to sit. The main reason is that the cream needs to be made by yourself. Fortunately, everyone said that it is a cultivator, so you don't need to send it manually. It’s just that roasting the embryos is laborious. I specially asked a few Huolinggens for help. According to modern science, eating sweets can ease the mood. This is Feizhai Happy Milk Tea, which is made of milk and black tea. It is different from the Xiongnu milk tea. Same, it’s also a drink from our era, with sugar and honey added in it. It means our family has a lot of money, otherwise the productivity is really unaffordable now. Would you like to try it?”

Ling Rangjin tasted some of them one by one, and they tasted really good, but he never liked to eat sweets, so he only kept a small piece and a cup of cake and milk tea, and planned to do afternoon errands as Feng Qiongye said.Although Bian Chenwu has a cold personality, he unexpectedly likes sweets.

They ate and chatted, and Feng Qiongye sipped his milk tea and tilted his legs, feeling satisfied: "Speaking of which, I was recalling the plot recently, trying to figure out some details to help you, but I found a strange thing. Zong Zongzhu did not mention his name in the original text, the whole text is called Zongzhu, and you are the same, you never mentioned his real name, what's going on?"

Ling Rangjin was pressing the incense ashes, when he heard his question, he said, "Because he doesn't have a name."

Feng Qiongye was startled: "Huh?"

Ling Rang would like to cover the incense burner, and said to him: "When the lord of the Desolate Sect appeared in the rivers and lakes, he was very mysterious. His face was covered with black gauze, and his voice was hoarse. In the last battle, when the black sand fell, it was known that his face was completely ruined, and he was no longer visible. It shows its true colors. The throat is also damaged, so there is such a hoarse and indistinguishable voice."

Seeing that Feng Qiongye could hear his background, he continued: "It is rumored that he was originally a normal person, but he fell into the devil's way just for his cultivation. , His appearance was destroyed in such a way that even his close relatives could not recognize him. Therefore, no one knew his identity. Even he himself could not tell clearly. He also lost his memory due to cultivating demons, and could not remember his name."

"Then why don't you get another one for yourself?"

Ling Rangjin was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "It's also a rumor that the way of magic he practiced was not practiced by orthodox magicians, but a sorcery that even a magician would not dare to dabble in. That sorcery would cost a person's memory, and at the same time... It must be the demon cultivator himself who kills his father and mother, deceives his teachers and exterminates his ancestors. Although this person has lost his memory, he still remembers the process of cultivation, from the beginning of killing people and offering sacrifices, to the destruction of his face and voice during the retreat, and then to the completion of the retreat. I remember everything related to sorcery clearly. He said that he killed his parents, master, brothers, sisters, wives and concubines, best friends, and children. But the price is so painful, I think. He described himself to the world He is very proud of the cultivation process. He also said that the name was given by his parents. Since he has abandoned it, he has no intention of restricting himself with the worldly name. Since he has escaped from the world of mortals, he will not need a name in the future, so the world calls him the Suzerain of the Desolate Sect."

Feng Qiongye was dumbfounded: "Killing relatives to prove the way is so cruel?"

Ling Rangjin said coldly: "It's all about opportunism. He tried to gain power in vain, but he didn't want to follow the steps, so he practiced sorcery. He is half dead now and it's all his own fault. It's only pity that his relatives were killed by him. I'm afraid he can't rest in peace. Such viciousness and despicableness people are not worthy to live in this world."

After listening to the story, Feng Qiongye came back to his senses, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the snacks on the table had bottomed out, and Bian Chenwu liked it, so he went to the kitchen without saying a word.Seeing that they were interesting, Ling Rang smiled and pushed the cake to Bian Chenwu: "Eat more if you like it."

Bian Chenwu said: "Uncle Shi won't eat any more?"

Ling Rangjin shook open the fan, and reached out to catch the butterflies flying in from the window: "Sweetness can't solve my worries. If I want to relieve my worries, I will choose to drink."

Bian Chenwu immediately sold him Liu Shishu: "Liu Shishu just bought a batch of good wine yesterday, why don't Shishu go snatch it from him."

Ling Rang would like to gently place the butterfly on the magnolia flower in the house. Hearing this, he closed his fan and said happily, "I'll grab a few jars from him in my spare time at night."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow the Immortal will confess! ! ! ! !