The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The high-ranking monk who led the way had been guarding the entrance of the corridor. Seeing them coming out one after another, he nodded at him and wanted to lead him out.

"Excuse me, brother, did the peak master ever say how to deal with Yu Xing?"

Everyone in the same sect answered: "The peak master sent his disciples to interrogate him, but he refused to confess. The peak master is a benevolent person, so he is only imprisoned here. When he thinks it through and is willing to confess, he will be dealt with leniently. "

What a benevolent person, deal with it leniently.Can only secretly sneer one after another.Daoist Huantian didn't take this matter to heart at all, and he didn't care if Yu Xing didn't recruit, so he just shut him up and ignored him, letting Yu Xing live and die on his own.

Pass through the cold and gloomy stone road again, and return to Chensu Hall one after another.

Daoist Huantian was leaning on the bench and waiting for him.

"Why are you so pale?" He had just finished asking, and said "Oh" as if he suddenly realized, and asked himself, "There is a magic circle in the cold prison, it's cold."

Then he smiled and asked, "How?"

One after another lowered their eyes and cupped their hands: "Peak Master, this disciple has something to ask for."

Huantian was inexplicably displeased with his respectful and distant tone every time, and he frowned slightly: "But it's okay to say."

"The disciple suspects that there is something hidden about this matter, and I hope that the peak master will allow me to walk freely in Huantian Peak to find out the truth."

Huantian was slightly startled: "Do you believe what he said?"

"If I remember correctly," he raised his mouth, with a sneering smile, "he once asked you to testify for him, and he had nothing to do with the disciple who died before. This is clearly deceiving you, using you, you Still trust him?"

"Whether I believe it or not has no effect on the facts." Qingyan's eyes flashed with determination, "If Yu Xing really practiced the magic technique, where did he get it? Colleague, doesn’t the Peak Master want to know?”

"I know that the peak master is busy with other affairs, and I don't want my disciples to go to war over such a trivial matter. I am willing to help the peak master to find out the truth."

"You and him haven't known each other for a few days." Daoist Huantian was slightly surprised, "The matter of colluding with the demon cultivator is big or small, maybe you will also be involved in it, and you will be charged with colluding with the demon cultivator."

"Just because of a humble inner sect cultivator who met by chance?"

They kept silent one after another, and revealed all the answers with calm and resolute eyes. Silence speaks louder than words.

"Ha, you are really interesting." Taoist Huantian raised his head and laughed, "Okay, I agree. Let me see how you want to find out the truth."

"Thank you, Peak Master." He lowered his eyes one after another, and added: "I still need to borrow a set of daoist robes from Huantian Peak's inner sect disciples."

"Why is it so difficult, I will ask someone to bring it to you immediately."

……

He borrowed one of the side halls one after another, and when Huantian disciples delivered the Taoist robes, he changed the Lingyuan Peak robes he was wearing.

To investigate the truth, it is necessary to run around in Huantian Peak and find someone to ask.

It is convenient to pretend to be a disciple of Huantian Peak.

Just as he took off his robe, the door was suddenly pushed open: "Are you ready?"

Huantian Daojun may have waited for a long time, and he was impatient. He was also the master of the peak, and he was unscrupulous. He didn't have the habit of knocking on the door, so he just pushed the door and entered.

Then it froze in place for an instant.

He took off his outer robes one after another, and only wore an inner garment.

The collar has not been adjusted, it is slightly open, the delicate collarbone is half exposed, the thin and firm chest and abdomen will not be visible, the smooth lines of the waist are vaguely outlined by the thin underwear, and the whole portrait is half hidden in the vast mist. The mountain peak, the majestic freehand brushwork of the god of good fortune, is infected with the temptation of daydream.

Huantian suddenly suffocated for breath, his Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly felt dry mouth.

He stared blankly for a long while, then suddenly came back to his senses, and turned around quickly, with the posture of not looking at evil.

Successively: ...

Among these high-ranking people, they have never been to the swimming pool or the locker room?Hot springs should be soaked.

Besides, he was still wearing clothes.

The other party's embarrassment made it seem like he was belittling someone again.

He changed his clothes in a leisurely manner, saluted and said goodbye to Lord Huantian, and raised his foot to leave Chensu Hall.

As soon as he took a step, he was stopped: "Wait. My seat will go with you."

Footsteps stopped in mid-air one after another, and he heard him casually laughing and saying: "Didn't I say that, it depends on how you find out the truth."

He understood instantly: Peak Master Huantian, who is busy with his affairs, was busy watching how he inquired about news and searched for answers.The noble people with power all over the world only care about whether the process is interesting or not.

As for whether the disciples under the sect were wronged, it was not in their noble curiosity.

He changed his clothes one after another, pretending to be the inner sect of Huantian Peak, and did not use the disguise spell to change his face - he is of a low level, and a monk with a higher level of cultivation can see through it at a glance, but it is easy to be suspicious.

There are tens of thousands of disciples in Huantian Peak's inner sect, and most of them are face-to-face students. If they act in a low-key manner, they should not attract attention.

Huantian Peak Master took a good rest and followed behind him arrogantly.

Looking at his appearance one after another, it is still the same as usual.

Liu Changji was triumphant, saying that he had cast a spell, and others saw him as just an ordinary inner sect with an ugly appearance, and no one could see that he was the peak master.

The realm of Almighty has not been understood one after another, so he can only let it go.

Yu Xing was a humble person, and had never had any contact with high-ranking monks, and his fellow monks with slightly higher status had no idea that there was such a person as him.

You only need to inquire with inner disciples who belong to the same low rank, and you will save yourself a lot of trouble.

He asked where the disciples lived in Qing Huantian Peak, and soon came to the disciple Liao who lived in Yu Xing.

Several huge three-storey long pavilions stand on a flat mountain depression in Huantian Peak.

This is the place where ordinary monks with low status live, people come and go, and there is a lot of noise.

Compared with the exquisite attic, the purple smoke rising, and the misty mountain valley, this place looks out of place, more like a busy city in the world.It lacks the quiet and quiet fairy spirit, and has a little more human flavor of red dust and chimney smoke.

It's a pity that there are too many monks and too few porridge. Thousands of people are vying for a little bit of cultivation resources, and the relationship between them can't be very good.

One after another, he randomly found some kind-hearted monks on the side of the road to inquire about the daily relationships of the big bitter gourd.

They all said that they only knew about Yu Xing, they had never been in contact with him, and they were not very familiar with him.

Of course, he didn't realize that the person in front of him was not a disciple of this peak, he just wondered in his heart: there is such a shocking person in Huantian Peak?The cultivation base is not very good, just promoted from the outer gate?

Not much useful news, but good news.

Yu Xing said that he was alone in Huantian Peak and had no acquaintances. This is the truth.

No one has heard that he had disputes with anyone or had a grudge.

Following the instructions of the same door, they found Yu Xing's room one after another in the large attic like a beehive.

The place where low-ranking disciples live is like a busy city, with many people and noisy people, and the management is loose.Anyone who is idle, etc., can enter if they want.

Even if the room where the magic door technique was found, it was not sealed.

He glanced at Peak Master Huantian who was following behind him one after another.The other party looked indifferent, and the indifference in his heart was obvious.

To him, this place is obviously not as worth worrying about as the fish pond at the back of the palace.

But even so, this place is also a blessed place where thousands of monks and hundreds of millions of mortals flock to and yearn for.

There are too many low-level monks, they are not as precious as a golden scale dragon fish.

One after another, he pushed open a crack in the door, and sneaked into the room while no one was watching.

Yu Xing's room is just like his master's, so dull that there is nothing worth noting.

One bed, two tables, four chairs, and a few simple shelves.

On the bamboo stand was a pot of inconspicuous green plants that can be seen everywhere, and several rows of half-new and not old books.

I picked up a few random books one after another, some classics of Taoism, and some casual books of chatter.They are all common street goods, worth less than one spirit stone.

He sighed silently.If it weren't for the great care of the master, his situation might not be much better than that of Yu Xing.

More importantly, it is too easy to plant a false accusation due to the lack of defense here.

Someone with a heart sneaked in while the big bitter gourd was not around, and stuffed a book of magical exercises on the bookshelf, which might be hard for him to notice.

But why?

Why would someone frame Big Bitter Gourd?

Li Yi is a high-ranking disciple of Huantian Peak, and he may be of some value, and can become a link in the tricks of those demons and heretics hiding in the dark.

But what good would it do them to frame the big bitter gourd?

Who benefits from the big bitter gourd being caught in the cold prison?No.

Huantian Peak lacked a monk whose status was as humble as an ant, and the sun was still melting gold, and the moon was bright and windy.

Could it be that the big bitter gourd saw something by accident, and he didn't realize it?But the other party must borrow a knife to kill him and get rid of him to prevent future troubles?

Why not just kill them and silence them?

Killing him without anyone noticing and never having future troubles is no more difficult than sneaking in to put a book.

The Xingyan Demon Lord hid his identity and infiltrated into Qian Tianzong, set up a conspiracy to frame Juechen Taoist Lord.But these two trivial matters in Huantian Peak, can they be bitten by Master?

If a demon king is powerful, he will feel ashamed for him by doing these sneaky things one after another.

One after another, my thoughts turned, and I racked my brains but couldn't figure out what the purpose of framing Yu Xing would be.

It seemed the most reasonable explanation was that someone had an enemy with him and deliberately took revenge.

It seems that we still have to ask more questions.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one on the corridor, they slipped out of the room one after another quietly.

"How, did you find anything?" Daoist Huantian asked with great interest as he followed behind him all the time.

They shook their heads one after another.

But his intuition told him that the big bitter gourd should not have lied.

This kind of trust has no evidence, no root and no fruit.Maybe it's just the harmonious and harmonious communication in those few days, that look of despair and helplessness, faintly touched a heartstring.

His heart told himself that he wanted to find out the truth and clear up the injustice suffered by the big bitter gourd.

He asked some monks living around near the corridor.

We live close together, so we don't see each other when we look up, maybe we know more about Xing.

The answer I got was still exactly the same: I had never seen Yu Xing associate with anyone in the same sect, nor had I heard of anyone he had disputes with or had grudges against.

At the end of the corridor, there are two rooms with no light.

The wood-carved corridor corners and partition walls send thousands of autumn shadows, half-light and half-dark, with mottled colors.

In the corner that should have been damp and cold, there was a faint fragrance coming from nowhere.

A few monks gathered together, standing or squatting, talking and laughing, bright faces and gloomy corners were clearly distinguished.

At first glance, people feel that this place is not unusual.

The monks didn't take it seriously when they saw two unfamiliar faces approaching, as if they were used to it.

One of them winked at Xu Yue, and greeted enthusiastically: "You came at the right time. There is no one in the room. Can you go in?"

What's in the room?

Have doubts one after another.The delicate face looked calm, without showing timidity or making a sound.

"Look at your faces, is this your first time here?" A monk with a square face smiled a little strangely, but his attitude was friendly.

What is the mystery in the room?

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