"Don't cry, don't cry..." Lu Tianweng trembled all over. He is just a grandson, and he has to act like a treasure on weekdays. Although he could clearly hear the conversation between Lu Yuzhu and Zhu Jiuling just outside the palace gate,
But when Lu Yuzhu said these words, it also gave him a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
"Hmph, could it be that you knew that you could not escape the blame, so you resorted to a cruel trick to hide your son?" The majestic old man snorted coldly, with a touch of majesty that made Lu Yuzhu tremble all over. This man was
He is the previous generation headmaster of Taishang Sword Sect, Yuwen Tianxing.
"Senior brother, don't be annoyed, just listen to what Zhu'er has to say!" Lu Tianweng came back to his senses and smiled hard at Yu Wen Tianxing.
"Hmph!" Yu Wen Tianxing waved his sleeves and walked directly to the main seat of the hall without any good looks and sat down.
"Uncle, everything Zhu'er said is true, don't dare to hide even a single word!" Lu Yuzhu knelt down in front of Yu Wen Tianxing with a thud, and began to cry inconsolably.
Lu Tianweng took two steps forward, squatted down behind the injured Zhang Jiudong, and covered Zhang Jiudong's head with one palm. The thick zhenqi poured down, and soon thick white smoke rose up from Zhang Jiudong's whole body, and the pale
His face slowly turned red.
"Uncle, Cheng'er is indeed dead. Brother Dong was seriously injured and exhausted his energy to save his life. The person who killed Cheng'er must be the person who killed Junior Brother Yuwen. We just came from
Baihua Valley got a clue and was about to go back to Qingyun Mountain, but the man pretended to be Cheng Er and attacked Cheng Er. Cheng Er had seen the man's true face. The thief must have been afraid that his identity would be exposed, so he rushed to kill and silence him.
." Lu Yuzhu said.
"These are all your one-sided words. As you said, you want to say that the thief has a close relationship with Baihua Valley. Do you want to provoke a war between our two factions?" Yuwen Tianxing's face was extremely gloomy. How could it be so
Coincidentally, as soon as Zhang Jiudong found the clue, Zhang Cheng was killed and silenced. According to Lu Yuzhu, the thief was probably hiding in Baihua Valley, but could Baihua Valley harbor men?
"Uncle, I don't dare to make any assumptions!" Faced with Zhang Jiudong's pressure, Lu Yuzhu felt like she was sweating all over her body, and her heart was beating rapidly.
"Pfft~"
"Thank you, Master!" Zhang Jiudong spat out a mouthful of bad blood, and woke up leisurely. There was some blood on his face, and he was no longer as scary as before. He used sword light and blood shadow escape all the way, and escaped at super fast speeds.
The essence was almost exhausted. If it weren't for Zhu Jiuling's third-turn golden elixir to replenish blood and restore Yang, he would have died by now.
"Jiudong, what did you find this time? Tell your uncle immediately!" Lu Tianweng channeled his energy and patted Zhang Jiudong on the shoulder, walked over and sat down next to Yuwen Tianxing.
"Uncle, I did find some clues this time. Cheng Er may have been murdered because of this..." Zhang Jiudong endured the pain and knelt down beside Lu Yuzhu.
"I'm not interested in hearing what you said. What did you find out? Tell me!" Yuwen Tianxing frowned coldly and waved his hand to interrupt Zhang Jiudong.
Zhang Jiudong paused for a moment, then looked up at Yuwen Tianxing, then at Zhu Jiuling, "Brother, headmaster, I want to meet your new closed disciple."
When Zhu Jiuling heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he looked back at Yuwen Tianxing who was sitting on the throne.
"Hmph, there's a lot to do!" Yu Wen Tianxing snorted and turned his face to the side.
Zhu Jiuling turned around. Although he didn't know why Zhang Jiudong made such a request, he still nodded to Zhang Jiudong and summoned the disciples outside the hall to find his closed disciple to come to the Immortal Lord Hall.
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"Disciple Yiming, pay homage to the master, the master's uncle, the master, the master's uncle!"
A moment later, a man in white clothes came in from the door. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a majestic weapon. He exuded a natural nobility. He carried a dazzling golden sword on his back. He walked into the hall and faced
Several people in the hall bowed their hands, but did not kneel down to salute, and no one felt dissatisfied.
"Yi Ming is already here. If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly!" Yuwen Tianxing waved and asked the disciple named Yi Ming to stand next to him and said to Zhang Jiudong.
"Yes~" Zhang Jiudong nodded and looked up at the disciple named Yiming, "Junior nephew Yiming, my uncle wants to ask you a question!"
"Uncle, please speak!" The disciple named Yiming nodded with a smile on his face.
This disciple named Deng Yiming was brought back by Zhu Jiuling from the Putuo Mountain Dharma Assembly. Although he was only at the peak of the acquired state, his demeanor was quite extraordinary. Even Zhang Jiudong felt a little inferior to him. His original name was Deng
Ming, the word 'δΈ' was added to him by Zhu Jiuling for the purpose of ranking seniority.
"Master Nephew Yiming, I wonder where you are from and where you live?" Zhang Jiudong calmed down and asked.
When Deng Yiming heard this, the smile on his face froze. After a long pause, Wang Gu left and said, "I wonder why Uncle Zhang asked this?"
Several other people also frowned, wondering why Zhang Jiudong asked this question, and how this question was related to the clues he found?
Seeing that Deng Yiming did not answer him, Zhang Jiudong said to Yuwen Tianxing, "Master, to be honest, I got a very important clue in Baihua Valley. The accent of the thief is the same as that of Master Yiming's nephew."
"Is this true?" Yuwen Tianxing slapped the chair vigorously, stood up, and stared at Zhang Jiudong with a pair of tiger eyes.
"I don't dare to tell any lies. I have heard the thief speak with my own ears. His accent is indeed different, just like that of Master Yiming's nephew. This can be proved by the jade beads!" Zhang Jiudong looked determined and turned around after speaking.
He glanced at Lu Yuzhu.
"That's right, uncle, that man's accent is indeed very similar to that of Senior Nephew Yiming. This is why my disciple and Brother Dong rushed back to find Senior Nephew Yiming to collect evidence. Then they were attacked by the thief on the way, causing Cheng
My son died tragically." After speaking, Lu Yuzhu covered her face with her sleeves and started crying again.
"Yiming, you have been a member of our Taishang Daozong for so long, and you have never heard where you and your two slaves came from?" Lu Tianweng brushed his long beard under his chin and said to Deng Yiming.
A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Deng Yiming's face, and then he put on a smile, nodded to Lu Tianweng and said, "Master, uncle, these days, none of the elders have asked this question to the disciple, so the disciple did not wait in time.
I would like to inform all the elders that since Uncle Zhang asked today, I should go back on my word and tell you that I am actually from Yingzhou Continent!"
"Yingzhou Continent?" As soon as Deng Yiming said these words, everyone's eyes flashed with surprise.
And Zhang Jiudong's face was even more surprised. Among the three blessed places, the Fangzhang Continent was thousands of miles away from Penglai, and the Yingzhou Continent was even further away. It would be extremely difficult for a casual person to reach it in his entire life. Even if
It would take a year and a half for a strong martial arts golden elixir to go there. This young man is only in his twenties and has not even reached the innate realm. How did he get there?
