"what… "
Many elderly people couldn't stand this ambiguity between master and apprentice, and immediately covered their mouths with their sleeves and frowned.
"What a formality this is!"
The female cultivator held the tea bowl in her hand, lowered her head and said, "I thought it was weird at the time, and was stunned for a while. But both of them are famous great masters, and I don't dare to think in a place that goes against human relations. But looking back at this time, the two of them are indeed not quite right."
She paused and continued: "And what you just mentioned, what Shi Mingjing said before he was arrested. At that time, his words were vague, I just felt awkward, and I didn't think about it carefully. Now that I think about it, he It means that it should be that Mo Ran used to be happy with him, but later changed his mind and fell in love with Chu Wanning."
Everyone fell silent.
Many previously inconspicuous details have become clear one by one at this time.
Suddenly someone whispered: "When the Tianyin Pavilion was robbed, did you all go? When Chu nightning comforted him, I seemed to see him kissing his forehead."
"Ah!" The detailed description is even more disgusting, but more intriguing, "Who kissed whom?"
The man scratched his head and explained: "Chu nightning kissed the ink."
"… "
"Didn't you see it?"
Everyone said that they didn't see it clearly, and the man spread his hands and said: "Okay, then treat it as if I didn't say it. Maybe my eyesight is wrong."
But many times, "just pretend I didn't say it" is actually a nonsense, and it has the same effect as "I don't know if I should say something or not."
Can the spilled water be taken back? So the disgust became more apparent. The master and the apprentice are together, if the apprentice takes the initiative, it is somewhat better, but if the master takes the initiative, the taboo will be covered with a stench, which is particularly ulterior motive and disrespectful to the master.
Of course, such private discussions and speculations are not limited to this broken temple. As the biggest suspect, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning became the talk of the streets.
The so-called good things don't go out, and evil things go thousands of miles. The topic of "filial piety to teachers and disciples" will make people drowsy, while "cheating between teachers and students" can make the eyes of the whole dinner table gather on a gushing page. mouth. Even if some people are suspicious and some are dissatisfied, it does not prevent the rumors from spreading.
So I guessed everything for a while - said that the ink burned on the bed, said that Xue Meng and Chu nightning also had an affair, and said that the teacher and Chu nightning might not be clean. In this way, the originally clean Big Dipper Immortal Venerable suddenly became a perverted old man who likes to molest handsome young men.
"Everyone speaks for gold, accumulates and destroys bones" is never an empty phrase.
"Look at his three apprentices, which one is not the best-looking one, do you believe that he doesn't have such thoughts?"
"When Mo Ran just worshipped the sect, didn't Chu Wanning refuse to accept him? I had a friend I knew in the top of life and death. He told me that Mo Ran went to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion for a night, and then Chu Wan Ning just accepted him - why? It's still a question, I've slept, and the ink-burning bed is good."
People who are hooked on these details are itching to talk about it more and more.
"When the ink burned, it was just a weak crown, and Chu nightning was really able to do it."
"Suddenly I understand why the female nun who went to peek at his bath was beaten to death. I'm afraid she saw something that shouldn't be seen."
After a few ambiguous silences, a local ruffian smiled maliciously and said, "Hey, I'm actually a little curious. Tell me, when they are sleeping, who is above and who is below?"
"It must be the ink burning below. You also know the temper of Chu nightning. He is so proud that he will not find an apprentice to sleep with himself."
"Thinking about it this way, Mo Ran is really pitiful... Being forced to go to bed with an old man who is so many years older than himself, his temper is fierce and difficult to serve, and he doesn't look the best, it must be disgusting. ."
"Ugh… "
And these gossips are not the most valiant. As time goes by, several Zhenlong chess pieces have been recognized, and they are all disciples of life and death.
If one or two is a coincidence, then every time the clues that are caught point to the pinnacle of life and death, even the innocent sect will inevitably become the target of public criticism, causing great panic.
In the past few days, people have come to the top of the dead to reason, but they have all closed the door.
"Sect Master Xue is not here, let's talk about it in a few days."
"Where did Xue Zhengyi go?"
Seeing that the other party called the honored lord's name, the little disciple who guarded the door became angry: "Since the change, the head of my family has been running around day and night, busy with chess pieces, and doing everything by himself. Wherever there is suffering, he will be there, you can find it yourself!"
Those who were picking quarrels and provoking trouble sneered: "Busy to settle the chess pieces? I think it is busy manipulating the chess pieces, and colluding with the criminals, Chu Wanning."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"I'm talking nonsense?" The man said, "The ink burns to practice the forbidden technique, and Chu Ning escapes from the prisoners. Combined with the previous Xue Zhengyi's continuous intercession for the ink, the disciples who are at the top of death and life are made into precious chess these days. Who would believe it if you say that there is nothing tricky behind your sect?"
In the face of these scattered seekers, after listening to the report, Xue Zhengyi always sighed tiredly and said: "The clearer is self-clearing, and now in this world, it is already thankful to be able to do the things at hand well. Now, don't pay any attention to what they say, let them go."
On this day, someone else came to the mountain gate, and brought a few corpses, saying that they would let the dead and the dead pay for their lives.
It was late at night when Xue Zhengyi came back. He was covered in blood and was injured in several places. While listening to Mrs. Wang tell him these things, he washed the sludge on his face, took a breath, and did not say a word immediately.
Mrs. Wang said: "It's not the way to go on like this. You should go to Tianyin Pavilion for help..."
"Help with Tianyin Pavilion?" Xue Zhengyong crossed his eyes, and there was a scratch left by a zombie on his cheek, "I think there is something wrong with Tianyin Pavilion. That Mu Yanli is like a clay sculpture Bodhisattva, confused. , just asshole."
Madam Wang hurriedly covered his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense."
"… "
"I know you're not feeling well." Madam Wang sighed and touched his face, "but what can be done? Those are the descendants of the gods, and they are the grand sect of thousands of years established by the gods. They are known to be majestic. Three hundred years ago, no one dared to question them in the disaster of King Ping, what strength do you have to shake it?"
Xue Zhengyi looked angry and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. Finally, he threw the towel that was scrubbing the wound, went to the window alone, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and looked at the crescent moon outside.
"What do you think Ran'er is doing at the moment?" After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice.
Mrs. Wang dragged her long skirt and walked to his side: "Husband..."
The moonlight shone on the man's face, and the smiling face that had always been giggling at this moment seemed so tired, even a little old-fashioned.
"Although he is not my brother's biological son, he even killed my own nephew. But for so many years... do you understand? For so many years, I have him... I... "
"I understand. You don't have to say it anymore, I know it all." Mrs. Wang's eyes were also a little red, "I am the same."
Xue Zhengyi buried his face in the palm of his hand, rubbed in a manic depression and painfully, suddenly arched his body, and coughed violently.
He managed to stop his coughing, but he moved his hand away, but there was blood in the palm of his hand.
Madam Wang was stunned, and she was immediately anxious: "Why are you hurt so badly? Lie down quickly and let me see."
"There's nothing to see." Xue Zhengyi wiped the blood dry with a towel. "It's just a little internal injury. It will be good for a few days."
"Don't run outside tomorrow. Look at the heads of other families. Who does everything by yourself like you?"
Xue Zhengyi seemed to want to squeeze out a smile, but he was too tired, physically and mentally exhausted, and the smile fell in the middle: "Ran'er and Yuheng are still missing, and the world of self-cultivation is not peaceful these days. A few days ago, there was a murder case in the town of impermanence at the foot of the mountain, and nine people died. Let me sit at this time?"
"..." Madam Wang looked at him silently with her beautiful eyes.
Xue Zhengyi patted her head: "You also know me, it's impossible."
Mrs. Wang bit her lip and said, "Then you should rest for at least a day. Your internal injury is so bad that you vomit blood, so don't take it lightly. Have you forgotten how your brother got there?"
The last trace of smile on Xue Zhengyi's face also froze.
He saw Mrs. Wang's eyelashes drooping, and the soft eyelashes were shimmering faintly under the curtain, and he couldn't help but feel sad, and said, "You, don't cry... I am blessed with a great life... Oh, well, then I'll stay in the sect tomorrow, I'm not going anywhere, I'll take a day off, and then I'll go out again, is this the head office?"
Madam Wang choked and said, "I don't care about you, I can't control it, I can go wherever you want."
"How can it be." Xue Zhengyi smiled bitterly, "Okay, don't worry. Look at me in the past few decades, I haven't seen any strong winds and waves, it's fine. You believe me, it will be fine."
On the second day, Xue Zhengyi did not go out, but he was not idle either, combing the veins in the library, thinking hard.
"Honored lord, Young Master has stewed medicine for you, drink it while it's hot."
Xue Zhengyi said: "Let it go."
He was thinking about important things, but he didn't have the time to get up and leave, and he was busy until the afternoon. Later, due to an internal injury to the abdomen and ribs, I remembered to slowly drink the cold medicine.
Stepping out of the library, Xue Zhengyi asked the disciple who was guarding the door: "Where are Madam and Xue Meng?"
"The young master has just returned from the foot of the mountain. Madam burned incense and prayed for blessings in the ancestral hall. Are you going to call them?"
Xue Zhengyi originally wanted to talk to them and rest for a while. But when he was about to speak, he felt dizzy in front of him - after all, he was old, no longer a young man in his twenties, and he could recover well after being injured and sleeping.
He had to get old.
"Forget it, don't disturb them." Xue Zhengyi endured the pain and forced a smile, "I'll go to the retreat room to meditate for a while. If you have something to do, just come and find me there."
"Yes, my lord."
Xue Zhengyi raised his hand and patted the disciple's shoulder. It was about this period of time when the fusion was sudden. Have a great time.
As for him, if he can do a little more for the good years of these young people, that would be great.
"Let's go, those books I've messed up, please..."
Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly ran over, and when he saw Xue Zhengyi, he knelt down, with a look of impending disaster, and said: "Honorable Lord! It's not good!"
This bluff made Xue Zhengyi's abdominal ribs even more painful. Alas, really, I knew earlier that I should let Greedy Wolf diagnose and treat it first.
His face was pale, but he still endured the pain and asked, "I'm in a hurry, what's wrong?"
The disciple said anxiously: "Danxin Temple came to all the sects in the upper cultivation world, even including Gu Yueye, the largest sect in the world."
Xue Zhengyi snorted in his heart, and vaguely guessed the reason, but still said: "...What are they doing."
"It is said that during this period of time, there are too many accusations and doubts about the peak of life and death. They said that they can't sit back and watch, and they are going to ask the Honorable Lord for an explanation." The more the disciple said, the more panicked, Almost burst into tears, "Honored lord, looking at their posture, I'm afraid they are going to force us to scatter the faction."
"..." Xue Zhengyi's face was ashen, he gritted his molars, raised his hand and touched a few acupuncture points on the abdominal rib, enduring the discomfort and said, "It's really indistinguishable, it's too deceiving."
He turned his head and said to the guard of the library: "Don't tell the lady beforehand, lest she be too worried."
"Yes."
After the instructions, Xue Zhengyi picked up the little disciple who was kneeling on the ground and was at a loss, and said with a sullen face, "Follow me to the front hall."