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Another puppet.

It's another quack trial.

The octagonal palace lantern and the pine wood plaque had already had to meet with everyone for the third time in just three years.

This time, preparations for the Jianghu Grand Judgment were more hasty than ever before, and many faces in the audience were already familiar with each other because they had met each other recently, and because of this, they were less alienated and more polite when they greeted each other.

This time, the protagonist who heard his name would inevitably be a little surprised, but on the spot, he found that the rumors in the world were not groundless, and the seat originally reserved for the head of the Tianshu sect had been removed. The head of the faction, it seems like history repeats itself, and there are only two of them.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, Chao Zixuan stood up from his seat solemnly, and said loudly: "Recently, everyone has heard about the serial extermination case of puppet art. The cases are the same, they are all puppets of life and death, but the truth of the matter is yet to be discussed. After the incident, Master Jueming, the abbot of Zhaoyuan Temple, and several heads of the Beiqi Sect did not dare to relax, and have been investigating secretly. Until the last few days , someone sent an anonymous letter to Linghao Pavilion, which can be regarded as providing some new clues for the alliance of the three factions."

Chao Zixuan waved his hand, "Bring him up."

Hearing the words, Meng Fuyuan couldn't help but start to feel palpitations, he hurriedly turned his head to look in the direction outside the door, and choked for breath——

It is Bian Qingyu.

He was held down by two Ling Hao Pavilion disciples, one on the left and the other on the right, and sent him to Chao Zixuan.

Many times of strategizing, Meng Fuyuan has formed an unknown trust in Bian Qingyu. He feels that Bian Qingyu seems to be able to solve any crisis, so when he came, Meng Fuyuan secretly hoped that he should be able to turn the danger into a breeze. , so that this turmoil was only a false alarm in the end.

But he didn't expect that Chao Zixuan had already arrested Bian Qingyu first.

The worries in Meng Fuyuan's heart began to grow crazily. After all, people who have nothing to do with it may be aroused by suspicion, and this puppet murder case is really related to Bian Qingyu, so can he get out of it?

In such a situation, Bian Qingyu's expression was still dull and calm. He stood upright and looked at Chao Zixuan.

Chao Zixuan continued: "Puppet killings must be manipulated by someone behind the scenes. There are very few people who know how to perform puppetry in the Jianghu. A Yu Ziran has been executed before. It stands to reason that everything should be calm from now on, but now there is another wave. I have to suspect that the remnants of the Demon Cult have not been wiped out." He suddenly changed the subject, "I received an anonymous letter a few days ago, which can be said to be a timely help."

Chao Zixuan emphasized word by word, "The letter said that the head of the Tianshu Sect is a remnant of the Demon Sect."

There was an eerie silence underneath for a moment, and then it ebbed and flowed, like a frying pan exploded, and the audience was in an uproar.

"It turns out that the rumors are actually true!"

Someone lowered his voice in surprise.

Meng Fuyuan suddenly raised his eyes, and cast his gaze on Bian Qingyu who was standing in the center.

I saw Bian Qingyu's brows and eyes were cold, but at the moment there was a little bit of disdain, "It's empty talk, is it what he said?"

"Of course not." Chao Zixuan said again, "But the anonymous letter also said that under the mask of the head of Bian, there is a tattoo unique to members of the Demon Cult."

Since Bian Qingyu took the position of head, countless voices in the arena speculated about the secrets behind Bian Qingyu's mask, but at this moment they finally had an answer that seemed reasonable and close to the truth.

"It turns out! So that's why Bian Qingyu didn't dare to show his true colors when he wore a mask!" Some people have already put aside their superiority and inferiority, and directly called him the name of the head of Bian.

The discussion below became louder and louder, and some people even started pointing fingers, "Since the head of Bian has a clear conscience, why don't you take off the mask and show us?" When he spoke, there was already a bit of unconcealable emotion in his tone. Proud, as if he was sure that Bian Qingyu would not take off his mask, so he could only let himself be provoked and won an absolute victory in this confrontation.

"That's right!" Another group of people echoed like watching a play.

The mystery of more than 100 years seemed to be finally reappearing at this moment. Many people opened their eyes wide and leaned forward unconsciously.

The eyes of Chao Zixuan and others also fell on Bian Qingyu's silver mask.

The scene fell silent for a while, and everyone held their breaths, as if they were afraid of missing Bian Qingyu's answer.

"Okay, then I'll take it off."

Bian Qingyu stretched out his slender and white right hand, pulled away the ribbon that bound the mask, and slowly moved the mask away with the other hand——

Meng Fuyuan only felt that his heart had already jumped into his throat, and he unconsciously frowned——

In the next moment, Bian Qingyu's true face under the mask was finally fully revealed. His forehead was as clean as white jade, and there was not even a mole that might be regarded as the mark of the Demon Cult. "Everyone, see clearly, there is no tattoo .”

Only then did Meng Fuyuan's heart slowly sink back.

Some people already showed disappointed expressions, and some people deliberately got out of their seats because they were sitting behind Bian Qingyu, and took a detour to the front to look at Bian Qingyu's face more, and they also looked vaguely lonely.

The person who stretched his neck slowly retracted, and the person who leaned forward also slowly leaned his back on the back of the chair, only pretending that the question just now was not what he said.

Chao Zixuan didn't expect such a result for a while, he was silent for a rare moment, and he had already started to make up for his bad attitude towards Bian Qingyu just now.

Suddenly, Wei Chuge, who had been silent until now, said, "Master Bian is wearing a human skin mask, right?"

After a moment of silence, it exploded again like a bolt from the blue.

"That's right! Did you wear a human skin mask!"

"I guess it is!"

Wei Chuge stood up, looked at Bian Qingyu and said, "I have prepared a potion to remove the disguise for the head of Bian, and the head of Bian wants to try it in order to prove his innocence?"

Bian Qingyu and Yu Chuge stared at each other silently, although they were a few steps away, they seemed to be looking at each other from a distance, their eyes were full of guard, and no one could see the other clearly.

After a while, he suddenly laughed at himself lightly, as if laughing at his naivety.

"No need." Bian Qingyu said bluntly, "I did wear a human skin mask, and there is indeed a demon tattoo under the human skin mask."

At this point, everyone was finally able to take it for granted, and started to make noise with confidence.

Someone was heartbroken, "So the head of the Tianshu Sect is actually a remnant of the Demon Sect!"

Someone scolded, "So the puppet art serial extermination case is all your work?!"

Someone was angry, "We quickly wiped out this monster!"

Chao Zixuan quickly raised his hand to stabilize the situation, "Everyone be quiet first!" He emphasized loudly, "Let Master Bian continue to talk."

Bian Qingyu bowed to Chao Zixuan to express his gratitude.

So he continued in a loud voice: "Yes, I do have the tattooed face of the Devil's Cult, but just because of a tattooed face, can I kill the fact that I am a remnant of the Devil's Cult? Back then, the Devil's Cult did it wantonly and arrested many innocent people , why can't I be one of them? Why don't I hate the Devil's Cult to the bone?"

"So you know puppetry?"

Bian Qingyu said without hesitation, "No."

Hearing this, Chao Zixuan lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then asked, "Then how do you prove that you have nothing to do with the puppet art case?"

Bian Qingyu laughed when he heard the words, "How do you prove that I have something to do with the puppet art case?"

Underneath, Master Jueming, Xu Min, Wei Chuge and others had nothing to say about this for a while.

"But you are indeed suspected." Chao Zixuan was silent for a long time, and finally made a decision, "Let's take him to Zhaoyuan Temple first."

After saying that, the disciples of Linghao Pavilion stepped forward and pressed Bian Qingyu's shoulders again. When the latter passed by Wei Chuge, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips to Wei Chuge inexplicably, but smiled ironically. Bian Qingyu didn't make a sound, just I made a few mouth shapes, and with a mocking look in my eyes, I clearly said to the other party, look, you told me to have nothing to hide and believe in you wholeheartedly, now, don’t you think it’s really ridiculous?

I still remember that in the [-]th year of Lingyuan, the head of the Kaiyang Sect was suspicious and was escorted all the way to Zhaoyuan Temple, and now it was his turn to be the head of the Tianshu Sect.Bian Qingyu, who was locked in the carriage, lowered his eyes and sighed meaninglessly, it was really like a karma.However, being caught in the cage of Zhaoyuan Temple is also good, at least not able to deal with piles of affairs of the Tianshu faction, stealing half a day's leisure, Bian Qingyu thought so, and finally fell into a light sleep in the bumps.

There is also Wuwei Villa in the escort team, but there are too many people, Meng Fuyuan can't talk to Bian Qingyu alone, so he can only bear it temporarily and wait for the opportunity.

At the end of May, when spring was almost over, the group stopped at Zhaoyuan Temple.

The cage of Zhaoyuan Temple, crowned with the name of Jingxin Hall, has a bit of benevolence and forgiveness, but there are four majestic statues of the four heavenly kings in the hall, white, red, blue, and yellow, with fangs and claws, and hideous faces. Even if Meng Fuyuan saw it for the first time, Still feel scary, vaguely awed.

The iron railings go deep into the ground and cannot be shaken, and there are dense traps outside the cage. If you are not careful, you will die in hell. Therefore, there are only two servants waiting here.

In the cage, Bian Qingyu leaned idly against the cold wall. He lowered his eyes quietly and carefully looked at the nameless weeds growing from the cracks, as if the plants in front of him were rare in hundreds of years. After staring at them for a long time, he suddenly Stretching out his hand, he pulled out the weed from the gap along the root, thus ending its life gently but cruelly.

Bian Qingyu's hands folded the soft and boneless meridian in half, cut it off with fingertips, folded it in half again, cut it off again, and finally broke it so that it could not be broken again. Bian Qingyu threw the debris on the ground and was about to pull out another one when suddenly Someone stood in front of him, blocking almost all the candlelight. He frowned and turned his head, but saw a figure that should not have appeared in front of him. He was shocked and said, "Villa Master!"

The lazy look on Bian Qingyu's face was quickly replaced by seriousness, "How did the owner get in?"

Meng Fuyuan replied, "Master Jueming let me in."

Bian Qingyu was puzzled, "How dare Master Jueming let you visit the prison?"

"Because he said you are not a bad person."

"I'm not a bad person?" Seemingly amused, Bian Qingyu repeated in a low voice, "He said I'm not a bad person?" He chuckled a few times, "But I myself feel that I have done all kinds of bad things."

"I didn't lie to you." Meng Fuyuan said solemnly, "I guess, the monks in Zhaoyuan Temple can also see the secret, but the Buddha's words cannot be said, so Master Jueming can be so sure even if he doesn't know anything, and you think, He hardly made things difficult for you during the Jianghu trial."

Bian Qingyu nodded and said: "Indeed, and in fact, the Pavilion Master of Linghao Pavilion didn't make things difficult for me, but Wei Chuge blamed me in every possible way." At the end, he laughed a few times as if mocking himself.

"Since Master Jueming is willing to secretly let me visit the prison, you can speak freely and don't have to keep it secret."

Bian Qingyu nodded, "Okay."

Meng Fuyuan asked directly: "Linshan faction, is the murder case of Qingran Palace related to you?"

"It doesn't matter." Bian Qingyu replied, "At that time, you and I were preparing for Qing Hongmen's birthday banquet. I was so busy that I had no time to investigate the details of these two factions? It's just that someone wanted to continue this puppet case. The limelight, just get rid of a few decent forces."

Meng Fuyuan immediately understood what the other party meant, "So Ji Hongyi did it?"

"Just a guess, I'm not sure."

"Also." Meng Fuyuan asked again, "I sent you two letters, but there was no news, because at that time you were already being watched by people from Linghao Pavilion, right?"

"Yes." Bian Qingyu said sternly, "At that time, if I dared to take the risk of replying a letter to the owner, I am afraid that the owner will have a meal with me today."

Meng Fuyuan asked again: "Then who do you think wrote the anonymous letter to Linghaoge this time?"

"Ji Hongyi or... Wei Chuge." The second time he talked about those three words, Bian Qingyu stopped laughing, and he blinked, "However, it doesn't matter anymore."

"You can't get out of Zhaoyuan Temple for a while, so what should we do now?" Meng Fuyuan's eyes touched the other party's moment, but unexpectedly found that the other party's expression was so indifferent that he seemed to be fearless in the world, and there was no wave. He frowned. Lips, expressing the conjecture in my heart, "Do you have a back trick?"

Bian Qingyu said: "Yes."

Meng Fuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"In my plan, the owner will return to Jianzhou from Zhaoyuan Temple soon, and meet Jiang Wenxu in Zhulin Xiaozhu. I will ask him to hand over a kit to the owner. In the bag, I will use it in the future. The arrangements and countermeasures are clearly written, the owner is talented and intelligent, and he will definitely understand what I mean after reading it. But since the owner can talk to me face to face today, then I might as well speak directly to the owner now."

"So your last move is...?"

"Shen Zhuo." Bian Qingyu said in a concentrated voice, "Shen Zhuo is very likely still alive."