One person and one chicken tossed in Feng Jing's room all morning, raising countless questions and hypotheses, and finally came up with two directions:
First, those arms belonged to Feng Jing. The disciple who cleaned the courtyard saw that Feng Jing had been subdued or died. After the disciple left, the man took Feng Jing away and hid him, leaving behind a pair of arms. Dizzy Leng Mo planted the blame.
Second, those arms were not Feng Jing's. Feng Jing himself directed and acted or others repeated the above process.
The two situations have the same question, that is, how did the person who stunned Leng Mo leave the locked room from the inside
Zhou Ziruo and the big rooster turned Feng Jing's house upside down, even the erotic books hidden under the bed, but they didn't find anything similar to the secret passage leading to the outside. The house is an out-and-out secret room!
Leng Mo was the only one in the room when those arms were discovered, how did the perpetrator leave
Zhou Ziruo's eyes flashed brightly, and he exclaimed in shock: "Could it be... I was used? It was really Leng Mo who did it!"
Zhou Ziruo's face tilted to the side with a loud "pop", and the big rooster flapped its wings and jumped up and down: "Don't frame my Mo!"
"Why are you hitting so hard! I just made a joke! How can you jump so high, you fat chicken!?"
"This is the power of love!!"
Returning from Feng Jing's courtyard without success, on the way back to the chicken pen, Zhou Ziruo saw Wei Heng walking with a few disciples from a distance. In view of the lingering fear of the military training instructor, Zhou Ziruo's first reaction was to run away, but there was nowhere to hide.
Wei Heng had already led people to the front, and if Zhou Zi touched his heels and stood at attention, he would be short of a standard military salute: "Second senior brother, hello!"
Wei Heng stopped in his tracks, "Why are you here at this time?"
"I... I'm here to catch this chicken! He ran out of the chicken pen!" Zhou Ziruo ignored the distance of the chicken pen from here, and raised the big rooster to talk nonsense.
Wei Heng glanced at the big rooster, said "um", and said, "Then you should go back to take turns."
Watching Wei Heng lead a few disciples away, Zhou Ziruo heaved a sigh of relief, the big rooster despised him: "Look at you!"
Zhou Ziruo directly changed his hug to clutching his chicken neck, when a gentle and sweet call sounded from behind: "Little brother?"
His meow is clear and clear, but the wind is blowing through his vest. Who else can he be except Liu Nanqin, the third senior brother who is basking in the wind
Zhou Ziruo wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but Liu Nanqin had already come behind him with a smile, "Junior brother, isn't it on duty now? Why are you here?"
Zhou Ziruo repeated the lie he told Wei Heng, Liu Nanqin stared at the fat chicken that could only run so far for a while, and said to Zhou Ziruo, "It's just right, if you met the second senior brother just now, Tell him to go to Yunqing Palace for me, the head is looking for him. I have something to do, so I need to go to Hengyuan Hall immediately."
In this huge Qingyang Mountain, most of the disciple affairs are managed by Liu Nanqin alone, so it's no wonder that he is so busy every day. Zhou Ziruo just wanted to say goodbye to the black-bellied third senior brother quickly, and he agreed immediately, and turned around to chase in the direction Wei Heng left just now.
Not far away, he saw those disciples who had just followed behind Wei Heng. He went up and asked Wei Heng where he was going, and learned that Wei Heng went alone to an old abandoned ancestral hall in the gate.
According to the route provided by those disciples, Zhou Ziruo found a remote ancestral hall. No one had been there for a long time. The plants grew wildly and the dead leaves fell all over the ground.
Zhou Ziruo pushed the door of the ancestral hall, and the old door leaf made a hoarse "squeak" sound, and dust fell from the door frame, and it was locked from the inside.
Didn't Wei Heng come
Zhou Ziruo pushed the door again to make sure it was really locked inside. He looked in through the crack of the door, and in the dim ancestral hall behind the high altar, he vaguely saw a person standing there sideways. Zhou Ziruo wanted to call out "Second Senior Brother", but after gradually getting used to the light inside, the profile of that person became a little clearer in his eyes, it turned out to be—
"Big brother!?"
Feng Jing is actually in this dilapidated ancestral hall
Zhou Ziruo pushed the door panel reflexively, only to realize that the door was locked when the sound of "Dang Clang" came back. He called Feng Jing a few times, but Feng Jing inside did not respond at all.
Is it in a coma
"Ah!!" Zhou Ziruo stomped his feet anxiously, turned around and rushed back the same way.
I didn't feel it when I came here, but now I really feel that this temple is too fucking remote, there is not even a ghost on the road! While running, Zhou Ziruo yelled, "I found senior brother!", hoping that someone would hear and rush over. When he was in a state of anxiety, it seemed as if God had heard his shout, and Lu Lixiao actually walked towards him!
Although Lu Lixiao was still accompanied by the little fat man He Yu and the two children from the Shanyitang, Zhou Ziruo automatically ignored it, ran over and grabbed Lu Lixiao's lapel, out of breath: "Big, big..."
"Speak slowly, what happened?" Lu Lixiao realized that the situation was unusual, and held Zhou Ziruo's hand.
Zhou Ziruo took a long breath and said, "I saw senior brother!"
A moment later, several people rushed outside the ancestral hall.
The door of the ancestral hall was still tightly closed, Lu Lixiao pushed it, and it was indeed locked, so he patted it with his palm without saying a word. "Boom!" The door lock shook open, and as soon as they stepped into the ancestral hall, Lu Lixiao frowned, and covered Zhou Ziruo's mouth and nose.
Zhou Ziruo didn't understand why he said two "huh", suddenly saw the little fat man next to him and the two boys from the Shanyi Hall collapsed on the ground with their eyes closed, and even the big rooster in his hand fainted into a dead chicken, and he suddenly understood: Fuck! Stunning gas in the ancestral hall! No wonder he didn't respond to calling Feng Jing!
"Where is senior brother?" Lu Lixiao asked.
Zhou Ziruo raised his finger to confess: "It's just... ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Feng Jing is gone! !
"Just now...cough, cough, cough," Zhou Ziruo pinched his nose, "it was there just now!"
Lu Lixiao walked towards the altar, Zhou Ziruo hurriedly followed, turned around to have a look at the altar, he was shocked! There was a man sitting on the ground with his back against the altar, completely unconscious. A long sword was piercing through his heart, and a large amount of blood gushed out and dyed the gown red. It was shocking under the dim light!
This person is not Feng Jing, but Wei Heng!
And beside Wei Heng, there was a pair of legs belonging to an adult man.
Half an hour later, Zhou Ziruo knelt down in Yunqing Palace again.
Head Qiu and several elders in the sect stood on the steps with serious faces, especially Wei Heng's master Ouyang Yi, whose furious aura was almost cut like a knife.
Zhou Ziruo shivered under those majestic and profound gazes one after another, frightened and depressed at the same time, so many people witnessed this time, why is he kneeling alone now? Why is he the only one who bears the eyes of the head and the elders? Even if Fatty and the others fainted at that time, what about Lu Lixiao
Lu Lixiao stood at the bottom of the steps, although his expression was always calm, his eyes were slightly heavy.
"What's going on here? Nephew Zhou, please tell me clearly!"
After the headmaster gave an order, Zhou Ziruo explained the whole matter in detail. Liu Nanqin was also in the Yunqing Palace. When he mentioned that Zhou Ziruo was going to find Wei Heng, he interjected, "It's true that the disciple couldn't get away. , so I asked the junior brother to find the second senior brother."
There was no doubt about Zhou Ziruo's confession, and no one at the scene suspected that he was involved in this matter. Head Qiu turned to Du Hanfeng and Ouyang Yi with complicated expressions, and exchanged glances silently. The complaints in Zhou Ziruo's stomach have broken through the sky, meow, you have to study the information, you go down and discuss slowly, the young master is still kneeling! The young master didn't kill anyone, didn't split his limbs, and found the seriously injured second senior brother in time, so it's fine if you don't reward the young master, but you all stand and only the young master kneels? ? Is there any reason?
At this time, Du Hanfeng who was on the steps looked towards Zhou Ziruo and asked, "Nephew Zhou, are you sure that the person you saw in the ancestral hall was Nephew Feng Jing?"
"Disciple is sure." Zhou Ziruo nodded. Although the light was not good at the time, he could see clearly that it was none other than Feng Jing.
"Was Feng Jing awake at that time?" Ouyang Yi asked with an angry eyebrow.
Zhou Ziruo shook his head, "The disciple said it just now, but there was no response after calling senior brother many times."
"Hmph! Who knows if he's just pretending!" Ouyang Yi said angrily, apparently believing that Feng Jing almost killed Wei Heng.
Zhou Ziruo didn't dare to speak up, and glanced at the legs on the white cloth under the steps.
If Feng Jing really did it, then whose legs belonged to them? If Feng Jing didn't do it, then is this Feng Jing's leg? The key is how did the person who attacked Wei Heng leave the locked ancestral hall
The Yunqing Palace was completely silent, when Qiu Cailing, whose eyes were red from crying, appeared at the gate of the palace, and shouted excitedly: "Father! Uncle Ouyang! Second senior brother, he..."
"How's Heng'er?" Ouyang Yi hurriedly asked, and everyone also raised their hearts.
"Second senior brother...he's fine!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they couldn't take it anymore when Qiu Cailing spoke.
Head Qiu waved his hand: "You guys, go down. If you are worried about Wei Heng, go and see him, but don't disturb him to rest. I still have something to discuss with the elders."
The disciples bowed and retreated one by one. As soon as they walked out of the gate of Yunqing Palace, Qiu Cailing rushed towards Zhou Ziruo, "Little brother! Thanks to you for discovering the second brother. Uncle Yun Luo of the Shanyitang said how long will it be two minutes later?" Senior brother will not be saved!"
Zhou Ziruo, who was rubbing his sore knee, was full of horror, Lu Lixiao hugged his waist from behind, and with a single look, Qiu Cailing was restrained in place.
Lu Lixiao said to Zhou Ziruo, "Go and see Second Senior Brother."
"Oh." Zhou Ziruo felt as if he had just stepped out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. At this time, the side wind passed by, and someone passed him and walked down the long steps quickly.
The anxious back turned out to be Liu Nanqin, who had always been calm and breezy.
The author has something to say: After reading the comments, I think it is necessary to explain the world view in a unified way, in case there are girls who are confused in the future:
Although this article is based on the background of Xianxia, it is not the kind of Xianxia who can destroy the world by calling wind and rain. The difference between the two is:
1. Comprehension is not so popular.
Most of the people in this world are mortals and ordinary people. Although the ancients were superstitious, almost no one among their relatives, friends, and neighbors practiced immortality. They believe in ghosts and gods but don’t know ghosts and gods. It’s just superstition.
2. The magical powers of those who cultivate immortals are not so powerful. This point should be explained emphatically:
First of all, it is impossible to move mountains and fill seas to destroy the world. Fighting basically depends on hand-to-hand combat. Of course, the sharpness of the magic weapon can give oneself a lot of advantages, but the sharpest magic weapon is not like the magic weapon that destroys the world with one move in the cultivation text. .
Secondly, the mana of a cultivator only acts on spiritual props (for example, when Xiao Lu subdued Han Ruizhi, he used talismans), but mana does not act on ordinary items, that is to say, he cannot even make an apple fly (┑ (￣Д ￣)┍). Flying to escape the ground, defending the sword, flying invisibility, and piercing through walls. They can tear down the house directly, but unless the door is removed or the lock is picked, otherwise they cannot enter the locked room.
3. The lifespan of a cultivator is not so long.
A long life of a hundred years is great. Except for those who have truly become immortals or cultivated into elves or special reasons, otherwise there is no such thing as a person who can live for thousands of years.
4. Spirit beasts are not that powerful
In this world, there are no such powerful spirit beasts as dragons, phoenixes, gluttons, Qiongqi, etc., but there are spirit birds, foxes, cats, dogs, and the like. Like an ordinary person, apart from being able to transform, he doesn't have much special ability (refer to Xiaoshou's current situation), of course, those who have practiced for many years will have more supernatural powers
That's all I can think of for the time being, I'll add more if there are any disputes in the future~