How could my Demon Lord's apprentice be the Light of Righteous Path?

Yun Jian's question made everyone shiver.

"What do you mean?! What kind of beast?!" A sect cursed.

But what Yun Jian said was more to make everyone present suddenly stunned.

Almost everyone tacitly stopped mentioning what happened back then, as if nothing had happened.

Some juniors just didn't know the facts of the year, some did it to hide their guilty conscience, and some wanted to cover up the truth of the year.

But no matter what, no one knows what happened back then, and no one can tell the truth back then.

Facing most of the high-ranking people in the world of cultivating immortals, Yun Jian smiled, as if affirming their thoughts: "After all, dead people don't speak."

The dead will not open their mouths, as long as the original people are dead, as long as the grass is cut and rooted...

"They're all dead?" An old man suddenly became excited, "You said that everyone died back then?! There were so many people back then..."

"Do you mean the 280 six people or the 1000 two hundred and 38?"

"But it doesn't matter which one it is." Yun Jian said the number clearly, and every word hit the opponent's heart heavily, "They are all dead, and there is not even half a wisp of remnant soul left."

"How come..." the old man said tremblingly, as if he had been hit by some huge blow.

"Because only the dead won't speak." Yun Jian recounted it again in a good-tempered manner, "Back then when the world of cultivating immortals massacred Yunzhuang, they probably didn't think that they would go and never return."

"Is it funny?"

"None of them came back."

"Guess why."

Yun Jian's voice was mixed with the sound of waves beating against the cliff, slowly torturing everyone's nerves.

Almost someone guessed that possibility in an instant, but they dared not face it like self-hypnosis, and stammered: "See, seeing that the master of Yunzhuang was, at that time, the No. normal."

"It's really normal." Yun Jian continued: "Otherwise, how could it be something that everyone in the immortal world wants to get?"

The man was choked by Yun Jian, and he didn't dare to speak to him immediately.

"If you really speak so loudly, why is Yunzhuang's sword manual lost, but still lost? Isn't everyone rushing to get it? Who knows what happened back then, it's not our fault at all!" an elder accepted Unable to bear this torture, he began to speak indiscriminately.

If the silver-robed man in front of them was really what most of them had guessed, then they even wanted to wonder if the other party had colluded with the Lord of Jiaocheng to subvert most of the power in the world of cultivating immortals.

It was almost doomed.

Yun Jian smiled: "I like this question."

"I think it's probably because the sword and the sword manual of Jianyun Zhuang were cursed the moment they left Jianyun Zhuang."

"Those who get them will die badly."

"Nonsense! What a curse! Why don't I know!" The elders of the first generation jumped up when they heard the word "curse", and quickly asked in turn: "Are you playing tricks! Are you secretly killing people to seize treasures!"

Yun Jian just laughed.

No affirmation nor denial.

But everyone knows that in the world of cultivating immortals, killing people and seizing treasures is too common. In the scramble for swords and sword manuals, it has long been unknown how many masters have been changed.

And Yun Jian may just have brought the sword and the sword manual back to where they belonged in the end.

The shame leaf of the world of cultivating immortals was torn off like this, and instantly many elders and suzerains began to lose their temper.

Many things are the default unspoken rules in the world of cultivating immortals. No one expresses them explicitly, but everyone tacitly understands them.

"You guys... are you really trying to get rid of the relationship and don't want to know any doubts?"

Yun Jian said with a half-smile: "For example, if those people didn't go back back then, if they all died. Their bones all went there."

"For example, why is there no one in the world of cultivators able to spread the word about these things?"

"For example, if you don't want to know, how will I avenge those 280 blood feuds?"

"Or you can guess whether the souls of these people will survive in this world and be tortured by me."

……

Everyone seemed to be shocked. They never thought that their visit this time would involve the most secret past events of the year.

Behind the crowd, there was an incompatible sigh.

Yu Shangzhong stepped forward and looked at Yun Jian, as if he was looking for something, he was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "The owner...he is not very cultivated."

Yun Jian raised his head slightly, and suddenly remembered something, "The head of the sect also went to see Yun Zhuang to learn swordsmanship?"

Yu Shangzhong admitted without hesitation, "Although the owner of the village does not accept outsiders, he always gives lectures in public. I am fortunate to be taught by the owner. It was at that time that I realized that the owner's swordsmanship is not based on cultivation for."

As Yu Shangzhong spoke, he suddenly took out his sword and stabbed at Yunjian.

Yun Jian turned around and waved his long sleeves lightly, only to hear the clang of weapons meeting, which made everyone's scalp go numb.

But with just one strike, Yu Shangzhong could confirm the opponent's identity.

"At that time, I saw you."

"See you, Young Master Yunzhuang."

It's just that Yun Jian always wore a bamboo hat at that time, and few people in the world of cultivating immortals had seen the real appearance of this rebellious young master Yun Zhuang.

But by coincidence, Yu Shangzhong just happened to meet each other practicing swords, and at the request of the owner of Jianyun Villa, the two exchanged a few moves.

"Later, when I saw you for the first time in the Hidden Misty Forest, I felt very similar."

"At that time, I was thinking, if Yun Zhuang was still there, the eldest son would probably be as bright as the moon like you, and then he would carry the title of the best sword in the world and wield his sword everywhere."

"But I don't know who else is in Jianyun Village during that disaster."

"Because at that time I saw that there was not a single bone in Yunzhuang except for the mess and blood all over the ground."

Yu Shangzhong spoke a few words, and then objectively described to all the disciples present the demeanor of the number one sword cultivator of the year.

Many female disciples began to quietly wipe away tears.

There were no bones, but no one became suspicious.Because these people are just full of joy, and feel that they have picked up a big deal by picking up the loopholes.

All they could see were the scattered sword manuals on the ground, the blood-stained sword artifacts on the ground, and all they could see were the sword manuals in Yunzhuang Shuge.

Even in order to destroy the corpse, all traces were burned with a fire.

In the end, even if someone finds the problem, there is no clue.

After listening to the whole story, Gu Yuqi was a little bit broken and asked, almost unsteady: "Seeing Yun Zhuang, seeing Yun Zhuang's owner is such a good owner, why didn't anyone help him at the beginning?"

"This is blatant robbery! It's robbery! The owner has taught so many students!"

"Why is no one going to help him!"

"Aren't many seniors in the world of cultivating immortals the most righteous?"

"Isn't the sword heart of our sword cultivator just righteous? Why..."

Listening to Gu Yuqi's words, Yun Jian suddenly burst out laughing.

He turned his head towards Zi Huang, remained silent for a few seconds, and asked Zi Huang.

"Why do you think?"

Zi Huang was stunned.

he does not know.

Every time when he thought he understood Master well enough, he realized that what he saw was only part of it.

Zi Huang suddenly had a bad premonition.

"It's because of the so-called justice..." Yun Jian said with a soft smile, but inexplicably sarcasm.

Yun Jian took off his cloak and hood, revealing the silver ghost mask.

In an instant, black figures suddenly appeared in all directions, coming and going silently, but everyone in the world of cultivating immortals was very familiar with it.

Their eyes changed slightly, and everyone became nervous.

After all those men in black appeared, they knelt neatly on one knee, welcoming their former masters and their current masters.

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals can feel it at the first glance. According to legend, the immortality of the medicine man of the Demon Sect is not a rumor.

"Your rumors are very clear about my medicine man."

"The medicine men of the Demon Sect are all dead bodies."

"Now, do you know why they are dead bodies?"

At that moment, everyone understood.

Mozong, Mozun, Jianyunzhuang, 280 six medicine men, the magic sword of the Yun family, everything, and all the unreasonable things seem to have an explanation.

And between the two, there is an identity.

"Are you a demon?"

Zi Huang was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Are you the Demon Lord?"

Yun Jian didn't answer Zi Huang, as if he had never heard of it.

He has exposed many flaws before, but it seems that as long as Yun Jian himself does not expose it, Zi Huang will believe it without hesitation.

"Why did you lie to me by pretending to be my master?" Zi Huang said suddenly, "Aren't you in the same school as him? You know him so well, so I was deceived by you, right?"

Even if the answer is placed in front of Zi Huang, Zi Huang seems to think that the answer is false.

But after all, Zi Huang's questioning did not get the answer he wanted.

Yun Jian smiled, gently stroked his evil ghost mask, and took off the mask for the first time under Zi Huang's unbelievable eyes.

Zi Huang clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

He should be the one who guessed the truth first among all the people, but now he is the one who is least willing to believe the scene in front of him.

Yun Jian lowered his eyes, smiled softly as usual, and called his name: "Zi Huang, look at me."

"Master... You lied to me, right..."

Zi Huang asked stubbornly, as if as long as Yun Jian replied "yes", he could trust him and his master without reservation again.

Yun Jian sighed softly, but called out again: "Zi Huang."

Yun Jian returned to his original voice, coaxing Zi Huang's voice for more than ten years.

He knew that he was unwilling to face the other side, but he was still taken aback when he heard the voice, and couldn't help turning his head, subconsciously obeying the order, and looked over.

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