Some people who were about to leave slowed down when they saw this posture. When things became like this, everyone also wanted to know who the real culprit was, who dared to break ground on the head of Tai Sui.
Looking at the gray-robed man who was restrained by Lin Hu's magic, they felt a little suspicious. In their impression, this man didn't like to talk. After Fairy Lingbo injured the troublesome cultivator just now, the man was even more frightened. Such a useless-looking man could be the murderer who dug out the heart of the deceased with his bare hands
Could it be a mistake
Everyone has this kind of speculation in their hearts, but in front of Konghou, it is difficult to say such words. Yunhuamen still has to give the face. Moreover, this Konghou Fairy is good-looking, and when she laughs, it makes people reluctant to speak heavy words. The male monks present did not want to lose Konghou's face.
"What do you, what do you mean?" The man in gray robe fell to the ground, not angry or complaining, but looked at Konghou in panic and helplessness, waved his hands again and again, and stammered, "Fairy, you misunderstood, why am I? Dare to do such a wicked thing to the maidservant of the Zhaohan Sect?"
Cowardly, timid, and ordinary-looking, no matter how he looks at him, he doesn't look like a man who can do great things.
"This kind of innocent and pitiful expression, the beauty is so beautiful when you make it, you can't confuse me." Kong Hou ignored the doubtful eyes that were cast on himself, and got up and circled around the gray-robed man, "You are really pretending to be very good. Well, if I hadn't been watching you secretly, I would have believed you were innocent." After Huan Zong said that the gray robe was the most suspicious, Konghou kept observing the man through various small gestures. Zong was right in his suspicions. Nine times out of ten, this gray-robed man was the murderer.
As the quarrel between Ayanami and the cultivators became more and more tense, the man was proud and mocking, and even the hand holding the teacup trembled. He, the murderer, is laughing at everyone as a fool, and he is proud of himself for being able to deceive everyone.
After the appearance of Chang De, the chief disciple of the Zhao Han Sect, his expression softened a lot. Seeing a few words from Changde, the contradiction between Zhaohan Sect and other sects was resolved. This "honest" man showed his unwillingness and anger, but he concealed this emotion so well that almost no one could find it.
But it was only almost, he did not hide the Konghou who had been observing him. After Changde said that the monk who had cleared the suspicion could leave, Konghou noticed the expression of the man in gray robe as he stepped over the threshold of the inn. It was self-satisfied.
A kind of complacency to do bad things under the eyes of others and leave openly.
Konghou said all of what he had observed, and the man in gray robe said, "What kind of smug look, why did the fairy wrong me?"
"Yeah, we have no grudges and no grudges, why should I wrong you?" Kong Hou asked back, "So there is no other possibility except that you are the murderer."
"Fairy Konghou is a direct disciple of Yunhua Clan, and she will definitely not wrong you." A female cultivator said, "I also think this person is a little suspicious. From last night to today, he has been huddled in the corner and does not speak, who knows It's not that I don't dare to speak."
The big man beside her nodded: "Fellow Daoist is right. This person lives in the outermost room of the lower room, and no one will notice when he goes out in the middle of the night."
Everyone was talking about it, and every word was convicting the gray-robed man. If the murderer wasn't the man in gray robe, could it still be them? Especially those cultivators who couldn't leave and couldn't clear their suspicions, reacted the most strongly, wishing to push the gray-robed man to the ground on the spot and beat him to admit that he was the murderer.
"You are sect disciples, are you bullying us loose cultivators like this?" The gray-robed man drew the conflict to the confrontation between the loose cultivator and the sect, and he shouted, "Without evidence, why do you wrong me? ?"
"I've wronged you?!" Lingbo, who had a bad temper, sneered, "Even if I kill you today, what can I do?"
Hearing this, Konghou couldn't help rubbing his forehead. The Taoist fellow of the Zhaohan Sect, Lingbo, has a very strong temper. If this word spreads out, is he not afraid of causing hatred to the Zhaohan Sect? However, this gray-robed cultivator is really not a good thing, and he can buckle such a big hat in one sentence.
"Friend Daoist's words are really ridiculous. My loose cultivators in Lingyou Realm are all free and romantic, how can they do things that hurt people's lives and dig people's hearts?" Konghou asked back, "You did something wrong and actually pulled all the loose cultivators into the water. , what's the point of this?" The level of sowing discord at this point is not really clever. This evil cultivator should go and see those concubines in the harem. The ability to sow discord is so perfect that it is hard to guard against.
"Fairy Konghou said it well." A loose cultivator present said, "Our loose cultivators have always paid attention to freedom and freedom, as well as benevolence, righteousness and virtue. You can't represent us." Sect disciples, but they don't have to abide by various sect rules like sect disciples. Who doesn't like to be praised, Konghou, as a direct disciple of one of the ten major sects, said that their loose cultivators are free and romantic, and the loose cultivators are in a good mood when they hear it. Loyalty groups.
Changde looked at Konghou who was smiling, and sighed secretly. In terms of talent, Lingbo is no worse than Konghou, but in terms of character and self-cultivation, Lingbo is probably not as good as Konghou, who is twenty years younger than her. In the world of self-cultivation, there has never been a shortage of cultivators with outstanding talents, but because of their hearts and minds, he did not want Lingbo to be one of them.
Seeing that everyone was accusing him, Gray Robe kept stammering and arguing. Just when everyone thought he had accepted his fate, suddenly his figure flashed, the suffocation and blood on his body soared, and he bullied Konghou with the blink of an eye, pointing straight at him. her chest.
He was going to dig out her heart.
Changde was shocked, if Konghou died in front of him, with Yunhuamen's character of protecting the short, half of the account would be charged to him. But the man in gray robe, who looked so useless, moved too fast, too fast for him to stop him.
This is not an ordinary cultivator at all, he at least has the cultivation base of Nascent Soul Stage! Before, it was deliberately sealed to seal the cultivation base to confuse them.
However, the man in gray robe had no chance to approach Konghou, he was stopped, and the one who stopped him was Huan Zong who was wearing a brocade robe. No one could see clearly how Huan Zong made his move, they only saw a light, and when they saw that Konghou had been guarded by Huan Zong, the man in gray robe was slapped to the ground by Lin Hu, and Lian Yuanying came out. There was no chance at all, so Lin Hu destroyed his cultivation.
"Fairy Konghou, are you alright?" Changde ignored the gray-robed man who fell on the ground and vomited blood, and came to Konghou and asked her about her physical condition.
"I'm fine." Konghou stretched out his head from behind Huan Zong, "Thank you Changde Daoist for your concern."
"It's fine." Changde breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Konghou was fine, he wouldn't have to worry about Yunhuamen coming to trouble him.
Huan Zong covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed violently, and his pale cheeks instantly flushed morbidly. If it wasn't for the other hand holding the table, he could hardly maintain a standing posture.
Konghou hurriedly helped him sit down, and without thinking, he put his hand on the door of Huanzong's veins and passed the spiritual energy in his body to Huanzong.
"Miss Konghou, don't waste your spiritual energy, I have an old problem." Huan Zong stopped coughing, his voice was a little hoarse, "It's good to rest for a while." The flushing on his face quickly subsided, leaving only a pale, as if continuous The red on his lips also receded, and his handsome face was white and transparent.
"Before I opened my mouth to stop this person, I put a defensive spell on my body. The spell was made by the peak master of the sect. If he dared to touch me, he would be attacked by mana, and I would not be injured." After rummaging for a while, I found a Qi Tonic Pill and put it in Huan Zong's palm, "Don't make fun of your body."
When he was coughing violently just now, Konghou was really worried that he would not be able to get up in one breath, and he would even die. Such a good-looking man, like her, likes books by Miao Pen Ke. The most important thing is that in times of crisis, he can cut a knife for his friends. She hopes that such a person can live longer.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think about it comprehensively." Huan Zong swallowed the medicinal pill that Konghou gave him, without asking what she gave.
"Why are you apologizing to me, what are you worried about?" Kong Hou's eyes widened, thinking that Huan Zong was a little stupid. Fortunately, she had already agreed to go with him, otherwise she would definitely be deceived.
"What I mean is that you should focus on your own body." Kong Hou sighed, "The outside world is very dangerous, you have to be more careful. Isn't it written in Miaobi Ke's book that a good-looking woman might kill someone? Enchantress, a seemingly innocent and cute child may be a heart-eating evil, you can have some snacks."
Huan Zong looked at Kong Hou, who had a "I really can't help you" expression in front of him, and hooked the corner of his lips: "En."
"Don't just leave it alone, keep it in your heart." Seeing Huan Zong bowing his head, his long eyelashes trembling and trembling, Konghou couldn't say anything serious, so he sighed and turned to face Changde Dao who was standing beside him. : "Fellow Daoist, since the matter has been investigated, the murderer will be handed over to you."
"Thank you Fairy Konghou, thank you for this young master." Changde didn't know Huan Zong's identity, but the other party could be faster than the Yuanying cultivator. It can be seen that the cultivation level is not low, but the body does not seem to be very good, and the breath on the body It's also very weak, I don't know if it's damaged or not.
"You're welcome." Huan Zong's expression was a little slack, and he didn't seem to like talking to outsiders.
"I don't know the name of your son Gao? If the son doesn't dislike it, I would like to invite the son and Fairy Konghou to have some tea and snacks." Changde didn't care about Huan Zong's indifferent attitude. Affinity.
Huan Zong did not directly refuse or agree, but turned his inquiring eyes to Konghou.
Konghou didn't want to lose Changde's face, but she was worried about Huan Zong's health, so she still declined. However, she didn't talk about Huan Zong's body, but she didn't rest well last night, and she was out of energy today, worried about disturbing Changde and Lingbo's interest.
"In that case, I would like to invite the fairy and the young master to rest for the night. We will hold a banquet in the star-picking building tomorrow, and invite the two of you to drink a few glasses of light wine with your fellow Daoists, and invite you to appreciate your face." Changde knew that Lingbo acted impulsive and offended. There were many people, and they wanted to dispel the dissatisfaction in the hearts of everyone by hosting a banquet.
Except for those who couldn't stay, the rest of the people readily agreed. Usually they don't even have the chance to talk to the disciples of the Zhaohan Sect, but this time they were able to attend the banquet set up by Changde, which would be enough for them to brag for hundreds of years after returning.
The head sect disciples of the big sects are different. Not only are they highly cultivated, but they have extraordinary bearing, but they also make people feel comfortable when they talk and do things.
Seeing that Changde had spoken to this point, Konghou could no longer refuse, so he had to agree.
"Then I'll wait for you all at Zhaixinglou tomorrow." Changde took care of everything, and took Lingbo and the gray-robed cultivator away. He was afraid that leaving Lingbo behind would cause a lot of trouble.
When the people of Zhaohan Sect left, Du Jingqi Ai Ai came up to Konghou and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi, the younger generation is ignorant, I have offended you before, please don't mind. It's not very good, I will never do such a thing in the future."
"You want to be a dog, but I don't want to have a dog grandson yet." Kong Hou pointed to the person next to him, "Sit down and talk."
"Thank you, Uncle Master." Du Jing sat down dog-legged, and did not forget to show Huan Zong a pleasing smile.
Huan Zong lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea, not to disturb the conversation between the "grandfather and grandson".
"Did you guess that something might have happened last night?" Kong Hou said bluntly, "Did your father and son arrange the guards so quickly last night, are you prepared?"
"Uncle Shi, I'm just a dummy who can't get on the wall and doesn't want to get on the wall, how could I guess this?" Du Jing scratched his face and smiled, like a monkey who couldn't sit still, "Isn't this just a momentary surprise, Kick the iron plate."
"Really?" Konghou raised his eyebrows.
"True, true." Du Jing was a little lacking in confidence, "This kind of thing has no basis and no basis, who can be sure whether it is true or false?" This matter spread, it would make the whole Qiucheng panic, but if it was supposed to be done, nothing happened. , and he was worried that there were really evil cultivators in trouble, causing more people to die. So yesterday, many inns had people arranged by him, and the only inn that did not arrange people was this one.
At that time, he thought that there were people from the Zhaohan sect in this inn. No matter how daring the evil cultivator was, he would not dare to do it here. How could he know that people were so daring and even picked people from the Zhaohan sect to do it. This was something he did not expect. arrived.
If he had known that things would develop like this, he should have stayed yesterday, maybe that maid would not die.
Konghou understood the unfinished meaning of his words, nodded and said nothing. It turns out that the outside world is so complicated, and human life doesn't seem to be very valuable. If you say death, you will die, and you don't even have time to say a last word.
Seeing that her face was not very good, Du Jing thought that she was still thinking about what happened yesterday, and he didn't dare to stay here any longer. Good lunch and dinner.
"Master Huanzong, do you want to go back to your room to rest for a while?" Seeing that Huanzong's pale face did not improve, Konghou was a little worried about his physical condition.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Huan Zong put down the cup and smiled slightly at Konghou, "Since you asked me and Lin Hu to call you by your first name, you should call us by our first names as well. It seemed rusty."
"Actually, I also think it's a mouthful." Konghou touched the teapot and beckoned to his servant, "Come for a hot one." She took the cup that Huan Zong put down, "If you are not in good health, don't drink it. Herbal tea."
Huan Zong smiled and let Konghou replace him with a cup of steaming tea.
"Fairy Konghou, thank you for catching the murderer and returning our innocence." Several monks came over and thanked Konghou. They were the ones who had stayed overnight since last night and could not clear their suspicions. Because they didn't dare to offend Zhao Hanzong, they kept swallowing their anger. If Konghou didn't find out that the man in gray robe was wrong, they didn't know how to prove their innocence.
"Actually, it was my friend who reminded me that something was wrong with that person." Konghou pointed at Huanzong, "So you should thank him, not me."
The crowd came to thank Konghou, partly because they sincerely thanked him, and partly because they wanted to be familiar with Konghou. Now, after hearing what he said, they thanked Huanzong again.
"You're welcome." Huan Zong's face was pale. After everyone said a few words, they couldn't talk anymore, so they had to separate. Continuing to chat, all of them will fall into an awkward atmosphere.
When all these people left, Konghou asked in a low voice, "Huanzong, how did you see that something was wrong with that person?"
Huan Zong stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup and covered the corner of his mouth: "I just found that his mood is not right, as if he is watching everyone's excitement." No matter how well his expression was concealed, the blood on his body could not be completely concealed. What's more, there is no reason to hide it.
"And there is also such a plot in Miao Pen Ke's book. People who seem impossible are the worst." Huan Zong took a sip of tea. "Fortunately, I didn't guess wrong, otherwise it will cause you trouble."
"Was there any book written by Miaobi Ke?" Konghou was surprised, "Which one is it?"
"It's the book of Xiu Xian Ji's Night at Fox Mountain."
"Ah, that book." Kong Hou's mood instantly became depressed, holding his face, "I originally bought this book, but I didn't have a chance to read it. The day I bought the book and went back, I met a man from another sect halfway. Uncle Shi, when he found out that I was reading the script, he took it away."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Huan Zong coughing again, and hurriedly got up and patted him on the back: "When we attend the banquet hosted by Changde tomorrow, we will go to Shuiyuemen, get the medicine early, and treat your body well. There are benefits too.”
"No hurry." Huan Zong wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, "I came out this time mainly to relax my mind. If I hurried to Shuiyuemen, the cart before the horse would be turned upside down. My body is like this, even if I take medicine, it's just a supplement. Vitality, the symptoms can't be alleviated much."
"How could this happen?" Kong Hou frowned, "Is there no cure?"
Huan Zong looked down at the teacup in his hand, and the heat from the tea got into his eyes. He blinked his eyes and said lightly, "Let's go."
Seeing him like this, Konghou bit the corner of his lips, not knowing what to say. At noon, Huan Zong only used a few chopsticks as usual, Konghou stuffed him a bottle of Qi-tonifying pill and let him go back to his room to rest.
Sitting on the bed for a while, allowing the spiritual energy to circulate in the body for two weeks, Konghou heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, Lin Hu was standing outside the door, and he was still holding a stapled book in his hand.
"Miss Konghou, this is what my son asked me to hand over to you." When Lin Hu was silent, he was like a stone without emotion, but when he spoke, it was like hard wood.
Konghou took the book, and when he saw the cover, it turned out to be the one from the book of Xiuxian Ji who stayed in Hushan at night. He immediately said happily: "Thank you Huan Zong for donating the book. I'm just short of this book." She carefully placed the book. She put it in the storage ring. Ever since she was found by Songhe Peak Master when she put the book in her sleeve, she has never put the book in her sleeve again, "How is Zong Huan's health, is there any serious problem?"
Lin Hu shook his head expressionlessly: "Young master's body is old, there is nothing serious. The master also said that when you go to dinner, call him and he will go with you."
"Okay." Konghou nodded again and again, he was very fond of this friend who generously donated books, not to mention asking her to ask him to go to dinner, even if she asked her to help him bring meals, she would have no opinion at all.
Lin Hu returned to Huan Zong's room and saw that the young master was still meditating, so he sat quietly and didn't want to disturb him. Who knew that just as he sat down cross-legged, Huan Zong opened his eyes, "Is the book delivered?"
Lin Hu nodded, seeing that Huan Zong was still staring at him, he had to add: "Miss Konghou really likes this book that the son gave her."
"Well." Huan Zong closed his eyes, the whole figure was like a jade doll, perfect and delicate but not the slightest vitality.
An hour later, Konghou knocked on the door of Huanzong's room, and it was Lin Hu who opened the door. Seeing that Huan Zong was meditating, Kong Hou made a gesture of her leaving first and not disturbing Huan Zong, and Lin Hu nodded stiffly.
"Is Konghou here?" Huan Zong opened his eyes at this moment, got up and walked in front of Konghou, "Is it time for dinner?"
Kong Hou nodded: "Am I disturbing you?"
"No." Huan Zong said casually, "I was thinking about when you will come, and you will come."
"That's good." Konghou smiled, "A lot of monks above the foundation establishment don't have the habit of using meals even if they don't retreat." She discovered today that many monks don't like to eat meals. Compared with these people, their Yunhuamen were more particular about food. Fortunately, although Huan Zong used a small amount of each meal, he still took a few bites, so that she didn't have to eat alone, and there were a few people sitting at the table next to him who secretly looked at him.
"Being able to enjoy delicious food is also a kind of cultivation experience. There is nothing wrong with it." Huan Zong followed behind Konghou, looking at the young girl's fresh back, his indifferent face seemed to be infected with a touch of vitality.
"You're right, eating is also a practice." Kong Hou jumped down the last step, and the steps on his temples swayed.
Huan Zong looked at her slightly childish movements and couldn't help but smile.
"By the way, I still don't know if you are a disciple of the sect, or a loose cultivator?" Konghou turned to look at Huan Zong, his eyes were pure doubts, and there was no other meaning.
Huan Zong was slightly startled: "I'm... a disciple of the Glazed Light School, but because of my poor health, I don't often have contact with outsiders."
"Liuguang Sect?" Konghou's eyes widened, he stepped closer to Huan Zong, and whispered, "Are you really a disciple of the Glazed Light Sect?"
Seeing the curiosity and excitement in her eyes, Huan Zong's eyelids drooped slightly: "Well."
"Then I'll ask you a small question, please don't say it." Konghou's voice became even lower, "Is the real person Zhongxi in your sect really nine feet tall and his eyes are like electricity?"
"Um?"
At this moment, Huan Zong's expression was a little dazed.