Songhai City!

On the street!

"It seems that the perpetrator is anything but ordinary!"

"Among all the schools of thought, doctors are not good at fighting head-on, but their methods are extremely magical and strange. They can heal their own wounds without fear of consumption."

"You must know that the other party did not kill one or two members of the medical family, but killed all the medical members who came to the Little Saint Xian Manor in Songhai City to participate in the meeting!"

"It's still on the street...it's really lawless and too arrogant!"

There are hundreds of houses around, and travelers are talking about it.

Ying Ziye looked at the corpses in front of him with deep thought in his eyes.

Wangyousheng refers to a warrior in the Xuan realm who is skilled in both medicine and poison. He is extremely powerful within the same realm and is difficult to rival.

Now, he was killed together with the rest of the medical family!

It’s enough to show how powerful the murderer is!

Ying Ziye looked down at each corpse of a doctor with burning eyes.

There are scars all over the wound, all caused by sharp objects.

When he reached out and touched it, an extremely sharp yet strange and sinister sword energy lingered and pierced his fingertips.

"The person who kills the doctor must be a strong swordsman, and his swordsmanship is sinister and weird!"

Jianjiu and Yuan Tiangang nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

The officers and soldiers on the side heard this and couldn't help but secretly marveled.

"The Eighth Young Master actually has such vision! Could it be that the Eighth Young Master is also a martial artist? That shouldn't be the case! I have never heard of the Eighth Young Master practicing martial arts!"

"On the contrary, I love reading."

"I heard that the Eighth Young Master has countless strong men under his command, but they have been hiding them secretly. Yesterday, he made a big splash, shocking hundreds of schools of thought and all major forces!"

at this time.

Ying Ziye looked at the corpses of doctors one after another.

After the inspection was completed, Ying Ziye looked at Yuan Tiangang and whispered: "Go ahead and ask the bad guys to investigate this matter secretly!"

"Here!"

Yuan Tiangang said respectfully.

Confucianism!

Little Sage Village.

A mass death incident occurred on the streets of Songhai City, which quickly spread throughout Songhai.

After the disciples outside Xiaoshengxian Village heard about this incident, they immediately rushed back to report the matter to the three village owners.

"Three owners of the village, something serious has happened. All the medical staff have been killed on the streets of Songhai City. The garrison has been alerted to investigate."

"What?"

Fu Nian stood up in shock.

Zhang Liang and Yan Lu on the side also looked in disbelief.

All the dignified doctors and powerful forces that could be counted among hundreds of schools of thought were completely wiped out.

"This is troublesome!"

Fu Nian whispered and frowned!

Hundreds of schools of thought came here at the invitation of Confucianism, and now the doctor has died in Songhai City. If Confucianism cannot give a reasonable explanation, I am afraid this matter will not end well!

Zhang Liang couldn't help but sigh helplessly and said: "It's such a troubled time!"

Just when Yan Lu and others were frowning and thinking hard about how to deal with this matter.

A figure in a green robe and a Confucian robe stepped forward.

"Don't worry!"

Master Xun stood in front of a few people and said calmly: "Strictly speaking, this is a good opportunity for Confucianism."

His voice sounded particularly confident.

"oh?"

Fu Nian and the others were startled, with confusion in their eyes as they asked, "I wonder what Uncle Master means?"

When Master Xun heard this, he looked solemn and said: "No matter who the murderer is, we can attribute it all to the murderers of Soul-Eating Prison!"

"It depends on how the Eighth Young Master handles it at that time. If it is not handled well, the trust of the various schools of thought will inevitably be lost, and Confucianism can also take the opportunity to regain control of the various schools of thought!"

Fu Nian and others' eyes lit up.

Confucianism is not the leader of hundreds of schools of thought. If something goes wrong, Ying Ziye or the Legalists will naturally be at the forefront.

If Ying Ziye and others cannot handle it, Confucianism can take its place!

What a good strategy!

"What my uncle said is true!"

It's night!

The twilight is dark and the moon is high.

The breeze blows slowly and the shadows of the trees sway.

In the inn, Ying Ziye was leaning on the window sill, holding a wine flask in one hand and drinking heavily, occasionally singing a few lines of poetry.

Just at this moment, a figure flashed from the darkness and stood next to the window sill.

Ghost mask, wearing a cloak!

It is Yuan Tiangang.

"Sir, all the doctors and family members were killed in one blow and died without any defense."

"Those who want to take action must do it secretly and with great strength!"

Speaking of this, Yuan Tiangang's eyes burned brightly.

"Judging from the wound, the wound is very consistent with the famous sword in the hand of Six Sword Slave."

"snort!"

When Ying Ziye heard this, he couldn't help but snorted, and secretly sneered in his heart.

Overlooking the entire Songhai City, he looked at the Little Saint's Manor and where hundreds of other scholars lived.

"Luo Wang chose a good time to make the water of the various schools of thought even more muddy."

"Taking action against the doctor at this time will definitely make people think that it is the work of the Soul-Eating Prison murderers. I believe that the Little Saint Xian Manor will not fall into silence soon."

"Confucianism will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble!"

When Yuan Tiangang heard this, he hesitated and said, "I wonder what Master is planning?"

Ying Ziye laughed coldly: "Since Luo Wang wants to muddy the waters, let's give him more strength!"

The next day!

The sun rises in the east, and the golden sun emerges!

Confucianism!

Outside Xiaoshengxian Village.

There was a buzz of people.

Hundreds of schools of thought gathered here.

"On the territory of Confucianism, there was a murder case, and it was against people from all the major powers of our schools. Please give me an explanation!"

"That's right, this is your Confucian territory, and you have to protect our safety!"

"The invitation was issued by your Confucian family, please give me an explanation!"

There were constant shouts, and the Confucian disciples had no choice but to respond politely and delay everyone.

I didn't dare to refute or get angry.

If we refute this situation rashly, it will definitely bring disaster to Confucianism.

"Everyone, please wait a moment. I have sent people to notify the three village owners and my great uncle Xun Fuzi!"

"I will give you an explanation."

Confucian disciples follow the correct path.

"snort!"

When everyone heard Master Xun's name, their tone softened significantly.
To be continued...