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Qin Muyun recalled the process very clearly. On that day, he reassured his seriously ill mother and went to the neighboring village alone to ask for an explanation. He needed an apology.

However, the people in the neighboring village did not argue with him. The other party even sincerely apologized and insisted on paying him silver taels. After Qin Muyun refused, he planned to go home.

On the way back, he saw Aunt Yang, who was usually close to their family at the entrance of the village, hanging dried plums. Aunt Yang was a little old, and her back began to bend. Years of hard work made her look older than ordinary women.

Qin Muyun greeted her from a distance, asking if she wanted to help, Aunt Yang also smiled at her from a distance, she raised her hand and waved to him, which meant no, Qin Muyun answered yes clearly.

Suddenly, a figure beside him passed by him like a wind, and Aunt Yang, whose smile was still fixed on her face, suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

Like a withered flower, the skinny tendons couldn't support the heavy and withered petals attached to the branches, so the whole flower fell into the soil.

In Qin Muyun's astonishment, the figure that flew over slowly raised his head, with an arrogant smile on his face, his expression was as indifferent and lonely as ever.

That person is Zhong Ziyuan.

He couldn't fully describe what happened next. He had already lost consciousness before his sword was unsheathed.

The memory is full of skeletal stumps, bleeding profusely.

The lives of those innocent folks are like dead branches on the mountain in winter, stepping on them, they shatter with a crisp sound.

After hearing this, Chi Xingqian suddenly regretted why he didn't beat Yin Ji, that idiot, out of his wits.

The day that Qin Muyun mentioned was the day when they met Yin Ji at Yangjiaopo for the night.

Chi Xing sneaked his eyes across the faces of everyone present.

He suddenly said, "The real Qin Muyun must not lie, but not telling lies does not mean it is the truth."

Zhong Zhiwen didn't say a word, and the people present also looked at each other. There are sorcery in this world that can take people's soul, and it is not difficult to change people's memory. If someone changes Qin Muyun's memory, let him believe what appeared in his mind The picture is real and not impossible.

Zhong Yan heard everyone whispering, couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "Stop sophistry!" His hands trembled slightly, and he had reached the limit of restraint.

Of course Zhong Ziyuan was aware of Zhong Yan's feelings for Qin Muyun, but the flying accusation made him anxious and he didn't know how to explain it, almost subconsciously, he looked at Chi Xingqian.

Then he looked at Zhong Zhiwen, with open eyes and gentle brows, as devout as a child waiting for his elders to give family instructions.

Chi Xingqian stared closely at Zhong Yan, his mandible was born with a sharp arc, handsome and outrageous, the way he kept staring at a person at this time made people feel a little scared.

He turned a blind eye to Zhong Yan's anger, and said very slowly, "A quarter of an hour ago, someone pretended to be Zhong Yan, with exactly the same face, figure, and that disguise technique was so powerful that he couldn't see through it at a glance. Hit him with one palm, and he escaped." He paused, looked at the crowd and said, "So it is very possible for someone to pretend to be Zhong Ziyuan and kill someone."

Zhong Yan's face changed, he didn't want to listen to his alarmist words anymore, the sword was full of spirit energy, and he wanted to make a move.

Chi Xingqian smiled suddenly, but the corners of his mouth were curved, "I didn't expect you to be so courageous. You dare to play the same trick twice in front of me. You're looking for death." Holding the long sword, the sharp blade directly sank into Zhong Yan's chest.

The blood stained the plain clothes red.

Zhong Zhiwen shouted, "What are you doing!" As he spoke, he waved Chi Xingqian away with his long sleeves.

Chi Xingqian ignored Zhong Zhiwen, he looked at Zhong Yan and said: "If the fake Zhong Yan escapes, it will be very difficult at night, but if he sneaks in among you and repeats his old tricks, it will be very easy."

Zhong Zhiwen looked back at Zhong Yan's pale face, hesitating, but Chi Xingqian's patience had reached its limit, and he said leisurely, "Young Master Tu, do you want me to expose your true colors?"

Everyone was shocked, and the juniors took several steps back in disbelief.

Zhong Zhiwen looked at Qin Muyun who was floating stiffly aside, and pierced through the disguised phantom with a sword.

Tu Junlin took off the mask on his face, his eyes were red, and he sneered, "That's amazing."

Chi Xingqian said: "When you attack, you are used to swinging your arms. The Zhong family's usual weapon is a sword, which is sharp to stab. Your Tu family's weapon is a mace, so you will habitually swing it." He took a few steps forward and stared at him Eyes said in a low voice, "Besides, I stabbed you with a sword, and you didn't even frown. The five senses have weakened to this point, and you should almost lose sight."

Zhong Zhiwen's face darkened, and he took a deep look at Chi Xingqian.

Then he ordered: "Please invite Third Young Master Tu into the wing room, treat the wound immediately, don't treat him badly."

Originally, there were a lot of politeness and taboo among the aristocratic families, but now that they were invaded, the Zhong family wanted to ask for an explanation.

Just as Chi Xingqian was about to catch him, Zhong Ziyuan next to him silently pulled the corner of his clothes.

Signal him not to interfere.

He also saw the way Zhong Zhiwen looked at Chi Xingqian just now, if Chi Xingqian made a move at this time, he would definitely expose himself, and by then, he would not be able to tell.

Chi Xingqian gave him a reassuring smile.

All of a sudden, Tu Junlin held the sword to attack, and dexterously pulled a few sword flowers with his wrist, and stabbed at the juniors beside him, trying to cut a way to escape.

However, most of the disciples of Zhong's family are here at this time, and it is impossible to escape.

Zhong Ziyuan felt ominous when he saw Tu Junlin attacking wildly.

How could this person be like this?

Zhong Zhiwen was concerned about the Tu family, so he couldn't kill Tu Junlin. If he continued to fight Tu Junlin, he would die from exhaustion. In desperation, he had to ask Zhong Chu to go out and let him capture Tu Junlin first. They are all souls, trapping people without harming the real body.

Zhong Chu, on the other hand, looked haggard and old after retreating in seclusion for many days. He had barely used the soul-absorbing technique, and the successive accidents of his family's descendants gave him a lot of blows.

After capturing Tu Junlin, Zhong Zhiwen asked everyone to leave, leaving only Zhong Lihua, Zhong Ziyuan and Zhong Fufeng behind.

Since just now, they have searched inside and outside the Zhong Mansion three times.

Make sure Zhong Yan is not in the Zhong Mansion.

Several people felt the seriousness of the situation. Zhong Yan's spiritual power was not weak, and it was impossible to disappear out of thin air. Qin Muyun's soul should be controlled and could no longer come in and out freely.

Chi Xingqian leaned his back against the door leaf, and swayed it slowly. He thought that the Zhong family's territory had been broken into by outsiders one after another, and the barrier had really been a fake since then.

Zhong Ziyuan walked towards him, his face was still pale after not getting enough rest.

Chi Xing Qian said, "Going to Tu's house?"

Zhong Ziyuan nodded.

Chi Xingqian sighed, and said, "Zhong Yan may not be there." He paused and said, "If you have to go, I'll go with you."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Li Hua will go with me."

Chi Xingqian looked at him and repeated, "I'll go with you."

Zhong Ziyuan pursed his lips and said softly: "Okay".