Wen Yi remembered that when they first came to Qingzhou, Shen Yu touched the window with the carved talisman and seal, which attracted the inspection of the patrolling disciples of Ziwei Pavilion, so she asked in a low voice, "Did you make that noise just now?"
Shen Yu pinched the scared ghost and asked where it came from.
"Remains...remains..."
Although the Merciless Killing Sword Sword Cultivator is not as capable of controlling ghosts as Fu Zong.
But because of his ruthless and disapproving behavior, even ghosts and monsters dare not approach him.
If they get close, they will only become part of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood at the feet of Wu Qing Dao sword cultivators. They are the nourishment for Wu Wu Qing Dao sword cultivators and will never seek their own death.
Shen Yu: "He didn't lie."
"Who?" Wen Yi was stunned for a moment and then understood, and said with his spiritual consciousness: "Since entering Ziwei Pavilion, I haven't seen any statues related to Feng Jianyue."
"You said at the beginning that Ziwei Pavilion was established to pacify the ghosts in the ruins of the God War. They all know who General Shen Shui fought for and who he died to protect."
"Shen Yu, Ziwei Pavilion did not betray General Shen Shui."
Wen Yi was very happy about this.
In this world, besides Shen Yu, at least there are people who remember that there was a person who risked his life for peace in Qingzhou.
Shen Yu was not in a hurry to kill Li Gui, but grabbed it in the palm of his hand, "Just now when I went to check the Shen Shui statue, I saw a sneaky person."
"That person's costume is the same as the person who threw the devil at you."
It's Fu Zong.
"It was the Fu Sect disciples who made such a big noise." Wen Yi asked curiously: "When we were at the inn, why did you set off the alarm as soon as you touched the window sill?"
Shen Yu said angrily: "Only stupid fools would fall twice in the same place."
At that time, he had just arrived in Qingzhou and had no idea that there was an alarm bell on the window.
Wen Yi shrugged.
She already understood why the elders of Fu Zong would throw the evil ghost on her.
There are a total of four outsiders staying in Ziwei Pavilion today, and I am the only one who has no power.
If she doesn’t take the blame, who will?
It’s not like Elder Fu Zong doesn’t have eyes. His cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul Realm, his IQ is definitely no problem, and he can definitely see what Fu Yu is doing.
I'm afraid that he wants to use this matter to beat Fu Zong.
After all, Wen Yi was brought by Fu Yu.
As long as Fu Zong doesn't recognize people clearly, he will have reason to let the main sect send more people to control Ziwei Pavilion.
Wen Yi had no intention of participating in the internal fighting between the sects. She was just about to let Shen Yu crush Li Gui to death and make this incident a coincidence, when she suddenly felt a visiting gaze.
Looking closely, Wen Yi and Fu Yun looked at each other.
I have to say that the original owner is really good at choosing people. Fu Yun has sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes. His face is angular. He is absolutely perfect from beginning to end. There is not even a wrinkle in his clothes.
She smiled slightly as a greeting.
Fu Yun also nodded.
"Pavilion Master." Ziwei Pavilion disciples hurriedly came with their swords and whispered: "The person who let the evil spirits in is a disciple of Fu Zong. We have caught him, but the ghosts and monsters were silenced by him."
It is persuasive to arrest people and take away the stolen goods.
"What are you talking about? Say it louder!" Ji Changming was displeased, "Is there anything in Ziwei Pavilion that this elder doesn't deserve to know? Or do you mean that you don't take Fu Zong seriously?"
Fu Zong disciples responded:
"What the elder said is, is it possible that the master of the pavilion has something evil in his heart?"
"There is something we cannot listen to. Ziwei Pavilion takes itself too seriously in front of the Fu Zong!"
"If Elder Ji is not qualified to listen, it seems that the Pavilion Master is even less qualified."
"..."
Although they were on their own territory, they were bullied by the disciples of the main sect. These newcomers seemed to not even know how to write the word "respect" and insulted the master of the pavilion. All the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion looked extremely ugly and angry.
, extremely frustrated.
"When does the elder speak, do you, the undisciplined disciples like you, get to interrupt?" Gu Yanting and Fu Yun are good friends. He looked arrogant, "Is this your rule of the Fu religion?"
The Fu Sect disciple's face turned red, his teeth were itching with hatred, and he wanted to rush up and beat Gu Yanyun up.
Without waiting for the disciple who was ignorant of etiquette to speak, Gu Yanting said arrogantly: "Fu Yun, you just have a good temper. If it were me, I would give each of them ten lashes, until they kneel down and beg for mercy."
He was really arrogant and didn't take Elder Fu Zong seriously at all.
Ji Changming's face showed anger, "Gu Yanting, this is Fu Zong's family matter."
"Family affairs? Is this Fu Zong's territory? This is Ziwei Pavilion." Gu Yanting had deep anger in his eyes:
"Fu Yun is the master. Whatever he wants to do, you, as an elder, should obey him and listen honestly."
He paused, "If you don't listen, throw them all to the God War Site to feed those crazy dogs and wild ghosts."
As soon as these words came out, the Ziwei Pavilion disciples instantly felt proud.
Fu Yun looked at his friend who spoke uprightly, and his knitted brows relaxed a little.
Wen Yi looked at Gu Yanting steadily and praised him for being brave.
Also, when Gu Yanting dared to confront his second senior brother, he was about to be beaten to death before he gave in. This person was arrogant and arrogant, but he was responsible.
"Thank you very much, Yan Ting." Fu Yun said calmly: "Elder Ji wants to hear it, so I'll tell you that just now a disciple caught a disciple who was causing trouble in the sect."
He said coldly: "Bring the people up."
"Slander is pure slander!" Fu Zong disciples shouted at the top of their lungs, "Elder Ji, save me, they are the ones slandering me!"
The Ziwei Pavilion disciple kicked the disciple hard, "We saw it with our own eyes, and we still want to quibble!"
"Where's the evidence? Where's the ghost? Ziwei Pavilion has always been rebellious, and you framed it." The disciples of the Fu Sect were furious, "The subordinate sect is disrespectful to the main sect and should be cut into pieces!"
The disciple sneered and said to Fu Yun: "Pavilion Master, that ghost killed him, but I am willing to swear an oath from my inner demon to prove the truth of this matter."
The Demonic Oath is the most serious oath in the world of immortality.
If you lie, you will be killed on the spot.
Fu Yun looked down at the disciples of the Fu Sect, suppressing the disgust in his eyes, "Should you also swear an oath to prove your innocence?"
The Fu Sect disciples' heads were buzzing.
Do you have to swear a big oath to your inner demons for such a small thing?
"Pavilion...pavilion master." The disciple of Fu Zong said with a guilty conscience: "This matter must be a misunderstanding."
Fu Yun said coldly: "You just said that Ziwei Pavilion framed me."
The disciple of Fu Zong was pounding in his heart. He had seen too many subordinate sects being submissive.
As long as the disciples of the main sect say something bad, the subordinate sects will all tremble in fear, trembling like weeds blown by the strong wind. I have never seen Fu Yun like this.
As long as he has a tough attitude, the affiliated sects can't do anything to him, and he has tried this trick repeatedly.
Ziwei Pavilion is so different!
"That...that was a slip of the tongue...a slip of the tongue." Fu Zong's disciples felt as if they were carrying two heavy mountains on their shoulders. There was no reason to be nervous and scared, "I'm not talking about the senior brothers of Ziwei Pavilion."
Framed, but...but..."
He was so frightened by Fu Yun that his face turned pale and his mind went blank. He couldn't think of a scapegoat for a long time.
Fu Yun chased after him, "Who is it? Who do you want to say?"
"What he wants to say is the female cultivator of unknown origin brought by Fu Yu."
Ji Changming felt that his disciple was useless, but fortunately he had a keen mind.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to Wen Yi.