Everyone owes me a favor

As soon as the world order from the Unworldly Sect came out, all the Taoist sects were shocked.

Last time, Chang Boning issued a decree from the world to ask for an explanation from the Bushi sect, but it was only issued to the dozen or so sects that were victimized by Tang swordsmen.

How dare the Demon Dao issue orders from the world?

Even if you dare to send it, how dare you send it to all the Taoists?

Is this a public trial, or a provocation?

The incident of the swordsman in Tang Dynasty shocked all Taoist sects. Back and forth, up and down, more than sixteen Taoist sects were affected.

Now the truth is about to come to light, if you don’t send someone to come, you will be at odds with both emotion and reason, even if you are an outsider, firstly, they come to meet the new master of the Unworldly Sect, and secondly, to avoid being discussed by others. If you hang up high, you will have to come to the last one.

At the hour of Mao, in the mountains of Chaoge, there is no teacher under the stage.

In the early morning, the clouds are bouldering, there is no wind and waves, the clouds are gloomy, and a string of pale white crescent moon is hooked on the corner of the clouds, as if drawn by a literati.

There were more than [-] people from the Taoist sect who quietly gathered under the stage of Wushi in Chaoge Mountain, and their heads were like a crowd. Seeing the people of the Bushimen sect waiting in full force on Chaoge Mountain, their scalps were tight and their hearts felt guilty.

But the Taoist sects standing at the foot of Chaoge Mountain were not very happy.

...Although the purpose of coming here is to judge criminals publicly, it seems that they have been dispatched by the devil, coming and going as soon as they are called.

In the past two years, things have become much easier.

Wen Runjin, the master of Wenshimen, was exhausted due to taking too many pills. All the affairs of Wenshimen had been handed over to Wen Chen, and his second son, Wen Min, assisted him.

However, today's matter concerns the life of his daughter Wen Shen'er, Wen Runjin still insisted on coming in sick, with a long green and yellow face and a long beard growing on his cheeks, holding a palm-wood walking stick, coughing once or twice from time to time, is a Looks exhausted.

Wen Chen and Wen Min protect him one by one, but they do their best.

At this moment, Xuanji Lord Liu Yu tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, unable to hide his elation.

His original intention was to push Tang Swordsman as a scapegoat to the Bushimen, anyway, the Wushimen couldn't trust the Taoist sect, and Chang Boning only had his good junior in his heart. destroy.

There should be no masters like the Unshimen in the magic way.

In the future, if the unworldly sect leads the way of magic, it will be difficult to deal with it.

First of all, Xuanji-jun can deal with matters in Taoist sect with peace of mind. Step by step, let the Changyou gate replace the third gate and become the head of the Taoist gate.

Unexpectedly, a sect master Feng Ruru descended from the sky halfway, disrupting his entire plan.

The surname Chang didn't care about anything when he saw Feng Rugu, and Feng Rugu had a strange sword technique as his trump card, which intimidated everyone present and forced them to retreat first.

However, at this point in the situation, Liu Yu still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Things are far from over.

Feng Rugu, as the master of the unworldly sect, had to hand over a swordsman from Tang Dynasty.

Who would have thought that in just a few days, he would really find out a Tang swordsman?

Although Liu Yu didn't believe in such a coincidence, regardless of whether Tang Swordsman was real or not, he was confident that he would surely win.

Or, this Tang swordsman is a fake, a scapegoat dragged out by Feng Ruzhi.

In this way, if Feng Rugu can't show that this person is a swordsman of Tang Dynasty, it will be deceiving the Taoist sect and insulting the dignity of the Taoist sect.

Or, this Tang swordsman is real.

Then, the Unshimen must bear the responsibility of harboring prisoners and neglecting their duties.

No matter what, the Unworldly Sect must give an explanation to all the Daoist Sects today.

Otherwise, heaven will not tolerate it!

Because she had a plan in her chest, Liu Yu was not in a hurry or impetuous, she stood with her hands gently, recharging her energy, and waited for the head-on confrontation with Feng Ruyu.

Because it is a public case involving human life, and the time has not yet reached the hour stipulated in the order of the world, there are few clamorers in each sect, but they only occupy one place and observe carefully.

Jing Sanchai, who came here alone, waited impatiently.

A few days ago, knowing that Feng Rugu was still alive, Jing Sanchai's heart was full of turmoil.

Who would have thought that in just two days, the person surnamed Feng changed again, changed his appearance, and became the head of the Unshielded Sect.

Jing Sanchai's mood is very mixed now, the intuitive expression is that his fists are itchy, and he really wants to find someone to beat him.

Soon, the person looking for the beating came.

"...Little brother." Jing Yiyan put his palm on Jing Sanchai's shoulder affectionately, "Long time no see, I miss you brother."

Jing Sanchai trembled, brushing his hands unaccustomedly: "Why are you hooking your shoulders?"

Jing Yiyan was dressed in a dignified stone blue Taoist robe, and when he smiled, he could be said to be a gentleman: "You and my brother, shouldn't this be the case?"

Jing Sanchai was impatient, between her empty fingers, there was an inch of strength secretly, and she knocked on the veins of Jing Yiyan's wrist.

Jing Yiyan swung his sleeves wide, cleverly dodged it, and put Jing Sanchai's right hand into his sleeve.

The two palms hit each other in their sleeves, and in a blink of an eye, more than ten close-up moves have been secretly made.

By the time Jing Sanchai realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

In recent years, his elder brother vixen has greatly increased his cultivation, and his physical skills have reached the peak. Jing Sanchai, a hand who is accustomed to short spears, was knocked, scratched, and rubbed repeatedly by him , point, knocked until the tendons are crisp and bones are soft.

Before Jing Sanchai recovered, her right wrist tightened fiercely.

Jing Yiyan didn't know when he tore off his cold jade forehead engraved with "Baiwuqingxiang", and covered himself with his left hand tightly with his wide sleeves.

Jing Sanchai: "...what are you doing?!"

Jing Yiyan pretended to be gentle and innocent: "Father said, I will also tie you home."

"Don't use the banner of your father!" Jing Sanchai was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, trying to get his hands free, "It's just that you want to tie me up for his grandma!"

"Oh." Jing Yiyan tightened his forehead with his left hand like thunder, but gently supported his heart with his right hand, and said sincerely, "Brother was wronged."

Jing Sanchai: "..."

In the eyes of others, the two brothers of the Jing family who reunited after a long absence, holding hands and loving each other, can be regarded as a model of respect between brothers and sisters.

Chang Boning, Yan Jiangnan, and Luo Fuchun all stood under the Wushi stage, each with their own concerns.

Yan Jiangnan was still worried about the health of her little senior brother. Although this person's spiritual power had recovered, in Yan Jiangnan's mind, Feng Rugu still had difficulty getting rid of the image of a sick child with a pale face all the time, so it was worth worrying about.

In Luo Fuchun's sleeve was the letter that Sang Luojiu asked his uncle to forward to him, and the part of his skin that was attached to the letter was burning hot.

Chang Boning seemed to be in a daze, looking straight at the direction of Wushitai.

Everyone who saw his expression, without exception, thought he was waiting for Feng Ru.

Chang Boning was indeed waiting for the seal.

But at the same time, he didn't want to wait for another person.

At midnight, a clear shadow stepped onto Wushitai.

Different from the black, purple, and red uniforms of the Demonic Dao, Feng Rugu was still dressed in white clothes like snow, with the burning red lotus of karma hidden through half of his body.

After seeing Qing Feng Rugu's face, it was as if a heron was startled by throwing a stone. Those who hadn't been there a few days ago to witness Feng Rugu's resurrection first let out one after another gasps, and then burst into discussions.

"Feng Rugu is really alive!"

"What is he?! Fake death to deceive fellow daoists, secretly fell into a demon, happy and happy?!"

"You can't say that, at that time..."

Liu Yuanqiong, Wen Chen and other people who had been favored by Feng Rugu, after Feng Rugu's death, finally felt full of regret and remorse towards him. , Sincerely shed a few tears.

Now, Feng Rugu was standing here with his whole beard and tail, and they felt a subtle sense of whether to laugh or cry while they were uniformly stunned.

He just stood here, as if with a sarcastic smile, and said to everyone: "I'm sorry, I can't die."

...He has always been the undying Feng Rugu.

Xuanji Lord Liu Yu didn't have much emotion at this time, dressed in a fairy spirit, stood in front of people, and said with a half-smile: "All the Taoist sects have arrived, and you are the last to come out. The master of the sect is so grand ah."

Feng Rugu smiled: "It seems that Master Liu and Feng are not familiar with each other. As time goes by, you just need to get used to it."

Liu Yu: "..."

Each of the three sects sent people, Qinglianggu ghost lord Lu Yujiu, Ying Tianchuan Wangshu lord, and Yingxu lord were also present.

Hearing this, Mr. Wang Shu slightly pursed his lips in joy.

Mr. Yingxu looked at the other person as a dog, and scolded with a smile: "...Damn boy, worrying about him for nothing."

These people have experienced the turmoil of the demon way a few years ago, and they are used to the ups and downs in the world, all kinds of wind and frost, now that Feng Rugu died and reincarnated, and suddenly ascended to the throne, they were surprised, only the joy that the old disciples are still alive in the world , no harshness, no disappointment.

Because they know that Feng Rugu is the most evil but the best child in the world.

The three sects have always been in harmony, but other sects may not be.

Someone got straight to the point and asked, "Where is Tang Swordsman?"

Feng Ruyuan straightened his expression and slapped three palms in the air.

Soon, Lu Hufa twisted Han Jing hard, and pushed Han Jing, who was wearing spirit-suppressing handcuffs, to his knees on the Wushitai.

Han Jing's veil has been removed, and she only wears a plain green dress. Her long black hair covers both sides of her cheeks, thickly covering her facial features, leaving only a cold green bamboo temperament.

Chang Boning slightly closed his eyes.

Jing Sanchai in the crowd frowned, feeling that this person looked strangely familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

For the time being, Xuanji Jun, who couldn't see the reason, put his hands up, raised his chin, and said coldly: "What evidence does the master seal have to prove that this person is Tang swordsman?"

Feng Ruyu didn't repeat himself, and threw something in the air.

A piece of spiritual light emerged, swirling in the void like a whirlpool, taking another third of the brilliance from the already dim sky around, and creating a square screen of light fifteen feet long and ten feet wide.

Feng Rugu: "The effect of the 'spiritual rhinoceros' carried by the disciples of my sect is known to everyone in the Taoist sect. It can record events and restore them truthfully. This is ironclad evidence. Please watch it."

This is indeed irrefutable evidence.

"Consonance" clearly shows how the No. 1 deceased fell at the feet of Tang Swordsman two and a half years ago.

The man had never even experienced any struggle or pain, and there was only a slight, unmagnified surprise on his face.

Tang Dao passed by with a cold front, harvesting a soul and taking a life.

He carried the corpse on his back, crossed mountains and ridges, and placed it in the place he had carefully planned and arranged for a long time. He arranged his head and feet in the direction of east, west, northwest, and straightened each other, as if carefully arranging a pot of flowers and plants.

Han Jing raised her head slightly, looking directly at her own actions that could be described as unspeakable, with a calm expression.

The scene recorded in "Consonance" ends at the moment when the neck vein of the young girl Wen Shen'er is severed.

This knife was completely different from his sharp and sharp blade before. Wen Shen'er fell on his back in the hot spring with the sharp and sharp knife. .

As the last person to be killed, Wen Shen'er had to cut off his head if he wanted to form the ending point of the word "Feng". Therefore, Han Jing did not restrain his saber any longer, so that he could cut off the saber conveniently.

Seeing this, Wen Runjin roared in grief and indignation, unaware of the pale face of the eldest son Wen Chen beside him.

Fortunately, Feng Rugu didn't continue to put down the content of "Consonance".

Chang Boning fell silent when he saw halfway, missed his face, and couldn't bear to look any further.

Daomen present, people with a little blood, all stamped their feet in grief and anger, glared at each other, and their eyes were like knives, wishing to smash the kneeling Tang swordsman into mud and chop it into meat sauce!

Among the crowd, there were voices of doubt: "How come only 15 people were killed? What about Bian Wutao, an outer disciple of Xiafei Sect?"

Feng Ruyu was not in a hurry to answer one by one.

With direct evidence, circumstantial evidence is still required.

As before, please bring out two things on iron trays.

"The Wujin Tang Dao is here."

"The Bronze Ghost Face is here."

Without any shame, Feng Ruyuan said loudly: "Fellow Daoists here must have seen a swordsman from the Tang Dynasty. This sword, but that sword?"

Among the angry crowd, Xuanji Jun suddenly sneered.

Feng Rugu turned to him: "Mr. Xuanji, do you have something to say?"

"I have nothing to say." Liu Yu looked at Feng Rugu contemptuously, "I'm just really curious, how thick-skinned the new master of the Unshielded Sect, Feng Rugu, is to have the face to stand in front of fellow daoists, without any shame. Ashamed?"

Feng Rugu looked around: "You mean, if you want me to go down, you will be the master of this unworldly sect?"

"...Ha." Liu Yu is really good at motivating people's hearts. He ignored Feng Ruzhi's teasing of him, swung his black clothes, and faced the still bewildered fellow Taoists, and raised his arms, "Everyone, what is the law of heaven?" Obviously, what is justice and justice, today is it!"

He turned around again, faced Feng Ruru directly, and questioned: "Since he is your unworldly disciple, he wrote the word 'Feng' with blood, no matter what the purpose is, it has nothing to do with you!"

As soon as Jing Sanchai heard the insidiousness of this man's words, he wanted to let Feng Rugu take the blame no matter what. New and old grudges rushed into his heart, and he couldn't help being furious, and opened his mouth to scold: "Old man! You -"

Jing Yiyan raised his right hand and blocked all his words: "Little brother, this is a dirty word, you can't say it. You listen slowly. Your friend has the confidence to call everyone here, and he must have a bargaining chip."

Sure enough, Feng Ruyuan ignored the voices of accusation, crossed his arms, and licked his lips slightly: "Master Liu put all the blame on me, am I a bit wronged?"

Liu Yu: "Injustice?...Then please answer me, Master Feng, who is this person?"

Feng Rugu said: "The protector of the non-world sect, Shi Shujing."

Liu Yu asked again: "When will you start?"

Feng Rugu said: "Eight years ago."

Liu Yu pressed on step by step, eloquently: "The Bushimen is negligent in management, and it is ridiculous to let such people sit on the top chair of Dharma protectors? You made Ruru the master of the Wushimen, and he used his dead body to make it" Who knows whether the word "seal" forced you to come out of the mountain, or privately sent a message to you?...Or, simply, you instructed him to do so for some purpose! Just these few items , how do you explain?!"

Feng Rugu stood on the stage without teachers, lost in thought, his brows were tangled.

Liu Yu saw him frowning, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips, like a poisonous snake about to hunt a frog, he bent his neck and straightened his body, watching how the poisoned frog escaped.

Feng Rugu thought for a long time, and asked: "After listening to Master Liu say so much, does it mean that you agree that the content recorded in this 'consonance' is true?"

... His counterattack, is that all?

too weak!

Xuanji Jun asked back: "Could it be that the door sealer wants to push two five six and completely deny it?"

"Don't dare." Feng Rugu laughed, "How dare you."

Liu Yu said in a strange way: "The courage of the door sealer is far beyond ordinary people, and it is difficult for us to follow the rules. It is better to verify the integrity, lest the door sealer want to protect this person who secretly communicated with him, and find a Counterfeit people came to replace them."

Feng Rugu bowed deeply: "Since Lord Xuanji has this worry, Feng will relieve Lord Xuanji's worries."

After saying that, he turned to Han Jing and took a light breath.

This subtle change in expression was not noticed by anyone except Han Jing who was face to face with him.

When he spoke again, Feng Rugu's voice was as calm as usual: "Who are you?"

"Shi Shujing." Han Jing also replied calmly, "The Guardian of the Unworldly Clan, Tang Swordsman."

Hearing his flat and cold voice, the deputy sect master of Jiulongmen, who ran to ask Chang Boning for protection and raised seven demonic women at home, almost jumped up, and said angrily: "It's him! I've heard his voice , it is him!"

Feng Ruyuan turned to Liu Yu and raised his eyebrows: "Now that he has been certified, can Master Liu feel at ease?"

Liu Yu coughed intentionally and made a moment of pause.

A fellow daoist who knew him immediately answered: "You who hide your head and cover your face! Raise your head and let all fellow daoists see, what kind of disgusting face is this?"

And Han Jing stared at the fine sand in front of his knees for a long time, and the ants walking back and forth in the crevices of the blue rocks.

Until Lu Hufa became impatient, stepped forward, grabbed his messy hair, and forced him to raise his head.

Chang Boning below was startled.

But after touching that face, Chang Boning was stunned.

Under the black hair, the eyes are still the blue pupils like a deep pool.

However, his overly delicate face does not belong to Han Jing.

...belonging to Mr. Jing Han.

——In an instant, Liu Yu, who had countless words to say, made a bang, as if thousands of insects and ants were crawling on her back, hot sweat broke out from her joints, her whole body was itchy and numb, and her cheeks seemed to be volleyed into the air He slapped a dozen or so hands.

After the Hanshan Temple incident, Liu Yu intended to get rid of Mr. Jing Han, but he seemed to be aware of it, and soon disappeared.

Is this a trap?

But after seeing his face clearly, the Bushimen didn't show even a trace of astonishment.

...Everyone knows that this time protector never shows his face, they only recognize people with this pair of cold eyes.

If the eyes are right, the person is right.

Only Feng Ruyuan gently closed his eyes towards Han Jing.

...he just knew it.

When Han Jing destroyed the "Spring Breeze Ci Pen", he cut off the last clue related to his identity.

Since then, Han Jing died completely.

Only Shi Shujing and his hundreds of false identities existed in the world.

Those who knew Liu Yu a little bit remembered the counselor who followed him.

For a moment, countless surprised eyes turned to Liu Yu, including his son Liu Yuanqiong.

Thousands of thorns fell on Liu Yu's body, forcing his cheeks to swell, he clenched his teeth, and could only squeeze out the words "how is it possible".

Feng Rugu waved his long sleeves and said, "Besides this, Feng has something else that I want to show you."

An ominous premonition, like a flood, came from the sky, wrapped Liu Yu in it, frightened him into a pale face, his teeth were gritted, and all his immortal energy and self-cultivation collapsed: "Don't—"

However, it was too late.

The light of "Consonance" flickered slightly, bringing back a scene.

In the middle of the night, in the grass, lay a dead body.

A pair of Buddha shoes protruded from the grass, revealing a corner of the platinum monk's robe.

Hai Jing lay on her back on the ground, the Buddha lamp that fell from the grass at her feet burned out.

Shi Shujing, the owner of "Spiritual Rhinoceros", looked directly at a red wound with wet blood on his throat. After looking at it, he turned to face Mr. Xuanji who was wiping the dagger that was filled with faint magic energy.

Liu Yuanqiong turned his head suddenly, looked at his father, his pupils trembled slightly, and he took two steps back.

Under the thousands of astonished gazes, Xuanji Jun froze like a wooden chicken.