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Three hours later, it was dawn, and the Zhong family began to conduct a thorough investigation since then, causing a lot of battles. Usually, the meeting hall is just a few old men talking and discussing matters, but now it accommodates more than a hundred people. Arrived under the hall.

Zhong Hengzhi's coffin was placed in the middle of the hall.

The hall was silent and solemn.

Zhong Fufeng approached Zhong Ziyuan and said in a low voice: "This morning I heard Master Uncle and the others discussing matters, saying that Heng Zhi did not die last night."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Don't spread the word of eavesdropping."

Zhong Fufeng was a little anxious: "It's true, they said that Hengzhi's real death should have been yesterday morning, so the Hengzhi after leaving the Jiling Pavilion is either already a dead person, or he is not him at all."

Zhong Ziyuan was noncommittal, at this moment, the Patriarch stood up.

Zhong Zhiwen said: "Yesterday's Jiling Pavilion assessment, let's talk about it." He gestured to the people standing on the left.

This is also a common practice, just like an exam to announce the rankings, directly announce the names of the students with other surnames, and then drive the rest down the mountain.

But at the moment, it's not that simple.

All the disciples of the Zhong Mansion gathered here, although the audience was silent and peaceful, but everyone's spearheads were aimed at the disciples with foreign surnames.

Regardless of whether it was a coincidence or intentional, their arrival had already brought about a bloodbath.

Zhong Yushan went up and told about his situation as the chief examiner. He Liju's cultivation base was not high, and he didn't know how to deal with the evil spirit. When the evil spirit strangled him by the throat, Zhong Yushan rescued him.

The one who shared the room with Qin Muyun was Zhong Yan. Except for a slight injury to his heart, Qin Muyun was fine, and he cut his spirit four times.

After the others finished speaking one after another, they looked at Chi Xingqian with puzzled eyes.

He was the only one not injured.

Zhong Ziyuan originally said succinctly: "Seven times to kill the spirit." His eyes turned around in a circle, and he added, "Arm is dislocated, and leg is slightly injured."

In the end, it was Qin Muyun and Chi Xingqian who were able to stay.

Han Yangzi had expected that he would lose the election, but he was calm.

The faces of He Liju and Ge Jiaming were not so good-looking.

Having said it all over again, this round of interrogation is over.

At this moment, Zhong Fufeng looked around, and suddenly murmured, "I'm really not here..."

It was not loud, but everyone around could hear it.

There is one person missing in the hall.

Zhong Yushan.

Just now, he was the first to report on the matter of offering sacrifices to the Ling Pavilion. After reporting, he stepped back and let others talk.

No one noticed where he stood after stepping back.

In the meeting hall, unless the Patriarch himself speaks, all the people must not leave privately. Zhong Yushan will not understand the century-old rules.

Zhong Zhiwen frowned, and said decisively: "Quick, at the barrier!"

Zhong Chu immediately took control of the sword, and his figure flashed, followed by several disciples, rushing towards the barrier.

At this time, Zhong Yushan was unleashing his spirit sword, trying to split the barrier in vain, but after trying a few times, he found it was useless, turned his head, and Zhong Chuze and Zhong Fufeng had already walked in front of him.

Zhong Fufeng stepped forward with a sword swing, and asked loudly, "You killed both Zhou Minfei and Hengzhi? Why?"

Zhong Yushan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he directly stabbed, but it was not Zhong Chuze's opponent, but with just dozens of moves, he was already retreating steadily.

When Zhong Ziyuan drew his sword, a powerful arm stretched out and stopped him.

Chi Xing said: "Just wait and see."

Zhong Ziyuan was puzzled and wanted to wave his hand away, but suddenly his eyes flickered.

He saw Zhong Yushan, who was at the end of his life, and showed a spiritual appearance.

His ghost form is no longer in human form.

No wonder he had to resort to brute force when the Zhong family could easily enter and exit the barrier.

Zhong Yushan gave up the cultivation of the righteous way, devoured living bodies with a cultivation level similar to his own to feed the evil spirits, and then used it to cultivate himself.

Even people with mediocre talents can greatly increase their cultivation by this method, but if they go against the law of heaven, they will definitely suffer backlash.

Zhong Ziyuan looked at him coldly, and finally confirmed what he thought.

Three months ago, he was imprisoned in Qingxin Terrace and punished for hurting his fellow disciples.

The person who quarreled with him at that time was none other than Zhong Yushan.

On that day, he personally saw Zhong Yushan meditating and practicing. The difference was that there were complex and strange black lines between his brows. Zhong Ziyuan asked, Zhong Yushan sarcastically said a few words.

He couldn't say that at that time, but today, he regretted that he took two lives in vain.

No, if Zhong Hengzhi was devoured because of his similar cultivation level, what about Zhou Minfei, the son of a merchant?

When Zhong Ziyuan's head was tangled and entangled, Zhong Yushan seemed to have exhausted his last strength, and rushed towards Zhong Ziyuan with blood red eyes.

Zhong Ziyuan couldn't dodge in time, Zhong Fufeng flew to block, at this time, a sword scabbard flew out from the side, and pierced directly into Zhong Yushan's chest with a whistling sound.

In desperation, it was Zhong Chu who cleaned up the house.

Looking at Zhong Yushan's death, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

Zhong Yushan was also a student with a different surname, he was lonely since he was a child, he entered the Zhong Mansion when he was 11 years old, he was the youngest student in that year, he asked to change his surname to Zhong in the first year of his arrival, he was surly since childhood, his personality was not easy to get along with, But he devoted himself to cultivating the Tao and practiced hard, never thinking that he would go astray and ruin his future and life.

Zhong Chu rubbed the center of his brows, feeling that he had to go into seclusion, and the mess should be left to his Patriarch brother to clean up.

Zhong Ziyuan suddenly remembered that from the first time they met, Zhong Yushan had been hostile towards him.

The gifted child held in the palm of his hand could not understand the bony soul buried in the mud.

Jealousy will eventually take away a person's sanity, and then bear enchanting and evil fruits.

Chi Xingqian bumped Zhong Ziyuan with his arm, indicating that it was time for him to go back.

On the way, Zhong Ziyuan said: "If he really wants to hide, there are many ways, why would he choose to escape when everyone is around?"

Chi Xingqian said casually, "Unless, he has a reason to leave."

Zhong Ziyuan frowned even deeper, what was the reason?

The people in the council hall had dispersed, and Zhong Hengzhi and Zhong Yushan's requiem day was scheduled for two days later.

Zhong Ziyuan and Zhong Fufengchi Xingqian went together to eat breakfast, and then started a day of cultivation.

On the deep path, Chi Xingqian suddenly approached Zhong Ziyuan, and said softly, "You lied today."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "Which sentence?"

Chi Xingqian: "The words about my injury." He thought for a while and added, "You don't intend to drive me down the mountain, do you?"

Zhong Ziyuan stopped in his tracks, looked sideways at him, and said very seriously: "From today on, you and I are from the same sect, and I will treat you with the courtesy of a fellow sect, but..." "But if I want to misbehave, you will definitely Break my spirit, I will remember." Chi Xingqian cut off his unfinished words.

Zhong Ziyuan pursed his lips and walked forward without turning his head.

Chi Xingqian hurriedly followed.

Zhong Fufeng walked at the back, and seeing the scene of the two just now, for some reason, he always felt a little... weird.