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The next morning.

Greeting posts from various Taoist families flew to Zhong Zhiwen's table like snowflakes. It was called a visit, but in fact it was more or less like watching the excitement, and some even directly reprimanded him.

Zhong Zhiwen was only forty, his face was a little younger, his brows were frowned and he didn't say a word. ,

When such a major event happened, the head of the family had to bring his relatives to the door in person. Although the Zhong family was quite famous and had a good reputation among the people, when Zhong Zhiwen went to Shangjiazhou Mansion to explain his intentions, he heard that his son died suddenly, and his wife Liu He fainted instantly, couldn't breathe out and almost died on the spot, his brothers yelled at Zhong's family, and Zhong Zhiwen became angry.

The Zhou family cried and wanted to see the corpse, Zhong Yuming repeatedly said that the young master died strangely, the Zhong family should find out the matter and give justice, but they were scolded by his family, several times, the juniors could not bear it Insulting and offering a magic weapon, he almost made a move.

In desperation, the body was returned to the Zhou family, and the clues were cut off. The Zhong family's reputation has been well-known for a hundred years.

When Zhong Zhiwen and his party returned home, it was already late at night.

Han Yangzi saw them pass by the wing through the window, a group of people were walking heavily, and some relatives and juniors were muttering in their mouths, and they could hear the general idea.

Qin Muyun said: "Xing Qian, Min Fei is dead, does this assessment not count now?"

Han Yangzi's eyes dimmed immediately, he would never forget what he experienced in Jiling Pavilion, no matter whether he did it or not, he probably has no fate with the Zhong family.

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door outside, very slowly.

Seeing the figure standing at the door, Chi Xingqian immediately stood up, and the other two looked at each other in blank dismay, why did this person come here at this time?

Zhong Ziyuan nodded to the two people sitting inside, then turned to look at Chi Xingqian.

Zhong Ziyuan said: "It is reasonable to say that you passed today's assessment, and you don't need to live here in the future."

Chi Xing Qian said: "Oh... where do you live then?"

The thin lips of the person in front of him unconsciously pursed, and it seemed that he turned around and wanted to leave.

Chi Xingqian said: "Could it be that I live with you?" Seeing that Zhong Ziyuan didn't speak after finishing speaking, he added, "It's true!"

His tone was noticeably lighter.

Han Yangzi saw that the corners of his eyes and brows were full of drama, so he couldn't help but said, "It's not with a girl, why are you so excited."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhong Ziyuan immediately turned his head and left, Chi Xingqian spat at Han Yangzi, and immediately followed.

Because of his anger, Zhong Ziyuan's footsteps were faster than usual, Chi Xingqian ran over, deliberately approached and said, "You really want to keep an eye on me."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "It's good to understand."

Chi Xing Qian said: "I understand, I understand."

Zhong Ziyuan's room was as rigidly furnished as his people, so clean that it didn't look like someone lived there for a long time. Chi Xingqian poured tea for himself and took a sip. It was sweet and slightly steaming.

Before finishing the glass, Zhong Ziyuan pointed to a room in the side hall and said, "Where you live, bring the bedding yourself."

Chi Xingqian quit, he put down the teacup, and said slowly: "Do you think I didn't take it on purpose just now? I accidentally spilled water on the mattress when I washed in the morning, so I couldn't sleep."

Zhong Ziyuan frowned, his fair face was tinged with blush from anger, and finally he stopped talking to him.

Chi Xingqian said: "Hey, hey, what I said is the truth."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "You sleep on the floor, on the beam of the house, anywhere is good, except the bed."

With a downcast face, Chi Xing said, "Okay."

So, he lay down at the foot of Zhong Ziyuan's bed, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Zhong Ziyuan flicked out the candle, turned his head and turned his face inward, deliberately ignoring this existence.

In the middle of the night, Zhong Ziyuan's eyes suddenly opened.

Chi Xingqian was already sitting beside his bed, signaling him to silence with one hand, and he immediately felt something strange.

There are people on the roof.

Chi Xingqian flew out of the window and went up to the roof. Zhong Ziyuan followed immediately. When he stepped on the roof with both feet, he happened to see a figure in a family robe passing by.

The man seemed to be carrying a black cloth bag on his shoulders.

Zhong Ziyuan immediately raised his spirit sword, put his fingers together and stabbed at the figure. The figure was a little thin, similar to the junior of the Zhong family. When he turned around to block the sword, his masked face was revealed.

Chi Xingqian looked stern, and felt that something was wrong.

The Zhong family's warning bell rang loudly at this moment, the masked man had no intention of fighting, the spirit sword pierced his shoulder in one fell swoop, and the cloth bag was cut through the air.

Zhong Ziyuan chased after the wind, and the bag rolled down the eaves. At this moment, Zhong's disciples came one after another, and the bag fell to the ground with a bang, and the mouth of the bag came loose.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone saw the scene in the bag.

It was a person, wearing the Zhong family's blue robe, with handsome eyebrows and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was Zhong Hengzhi.

At this moment, he was lying quietly, without making a sound, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep, and he knew that he was dead without sniffing.

There was silence all around, and several people who had made friends with Zhong Hengzhi were already quietly wiping away their tears.

"Uncle." Some juniors shouted, and a person came from the crowd, who was the elder brother of Patriarch Zhong Zhiwen, Zhong Chuze.

Zhong Hengzhi is a proud student and nephew whom Zhong Chuze carefully taught.

Seeing Zhong Hengzhi, Zhong Chu's eyes were about to burst, and his steps were swaying.

He immediately stepped forward, using his spiritual power, and pointed at Zhong Hengzhi's forehead, trying to lock his soul, but the person was like an empty shell, without even a trace of soul.

Seeing this scene, the people present all looked dignified and secretly frightened.After all, the disciples of the Xuanmen family are different from the disciples of other surnames who have become monks. They have cultivated since childhood and their foundation is solid, but they never thought that their souls would be scattered like this.

Zhong Chu's vigorous and powerful hands slowly fell down.

This nephew of his, who advanced and retreated gracefully, was graceful and magnanimous, died quietly in the scorching years.

At this moment, Zhong Ziyuan returned with his sword, and after landing, his face was pale.

Zhong Chu personally put Zhong Hengzhi's body into the coffin.

Chi Xingqian met Zhong Ziyuan's eyes, he approached him, and whispered: "You saw his face." His voice was lower, "That face is exactly the same as yours."

The almost affirmative tone made Zhong Ziyuan's face paler, and he asked doubtfully, "Why do you know?"

Chi Xingqian said indifferently, "Guess."

Zhong Ziyuan glared at him and remained silent.

At this time, it was not yet dawn, and the head of the family asked each of them to go back to their rooms to rest, leaving only a few elders in charge in the meeting hall.

Zhong Ziyuan and Chi Xingqian also followed.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall was very dignified, several elders with furrowed brows saw the two coming in and said, "Speak."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "The barrier on the mountain has changed, and the man in white I was chasing disappeared at the barrier."

Zhong Zhiwen said: "Disappear?"

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Yes. Also, he disguised himself as my face."

Hearing this, Zhong Zhiwen was a little puzzled, and waved his hand to let them go back first.

Zhong Ziyuan sneaked back to the wing with Chi Xing, without saying a word all the way.