Fan Wuxi's pair of slender and thick eyelashes, like the trembling wings of a bird, slowly spread out.
Jie Bian looked at him nervously: "Wu Ying, how do you feel?"
Fan Wuxi looked at Xie Bian blankly: "...brother?"
"Brother is here."
Fan Wushi soon found Lan Chuihan beside him, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked away.
Xie Bian said softly, "Wu Ying, do you have any discomfort?"
Fan Wuxi suddenly remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, and his eyes changed: "How are you? What about the evil spirit?"
"I'm fine. Master arrived in time and saved us." Xie Bian said guiltily, "It's all senior brother, it's useless, I can't... What are you doing!" He hurriedly pressed Fan Wu who was about to get up Intimidate.
There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, Fan Wuxi lay back with a wrinkled face, he took a breath: "What about the evil spirit?"
"Xie Chong has been beaten to death by President Li." Lan Chuihan said.
"What?!" Fan Wuxi bared his teeth, "Why? Shouldn't the soul be taken back to Hades?"
"It was supposed to be like this, but Master Li used Lei Zubao's patent, and Master didn't have time to stop it." Xie Bian glanced at Lan Chuihan and knew that he also had doubts about this matter.
"Lei, Zu, Bao, Gao." Fan Wushi's heart was shocked. That Leizu Baogao is the heirloom magic weapon of the Wuliang sect, its status is equal to that of the Wuliang sword manual, and it can only be inherited by the master. Even in his previous life, he dare not directly receive the sky thunder, because the sky thunder can strike people at the same time Soul and flesh, using Lei Zubao to beat a wild ghost sounds absurd.
Originally, Fan Wuxi suspected that he had made a mistake, but now he was almost certain that the evil spirit was Zong Minghe. Only in this way could he explain Li Buyu's anomaly, which was clearly for the purpose of silence. Perhaps it was Li Buyu who sealed Zong Minghe in that cave, after all, the Li family hated the Zong family to the core.
But why did Zong Minghe know the Yuanyang Kungfu of Chunyang Sect? It is absolutely impossible for him to cultivate Yuanyang Kung Fu.
Thinking of Zong Minghe, Fan Wushi had mixed feelings in his heart. Although they broke up in the end, before Zong Minghe knew that he was not his own, he had been his father who doted on him for more than ten years. If not...
"Wuyin?" Xie Bian looked at Fan Wuyi with an unpredictable expression, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"
Fan Wuxi turned his head slowly, looked at Xie Bian, looked at this face that was exactly the same as Zongzi Heng's, his eyes gradually became bloodshot.
If not for you.
Xie Bian was frightened by the sinister look in his eyes.
Lan Chuanhan frowned, and almost subconsciously put a hand in front of Jie Bian, as if in front of him was not a wounded boy, but a ferocious beast that was about to explode at any time.
Fan Wuxi lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Go out."
"..."
"I'm tired."
Lan Chuihan's face darkened, obviously angry.
"Okay, you have a good rest." Xie Bian quickly tugged on Lan Chuanhan's sleeve and shook his head. He didn't know if Fan Wuxi was blaming himself, or if he was just in a bad mood because of his injury, after all, this little junior had a surly temper on weekdays.
After walking out of the room, Xie Bian hurriedly apologized: "Brother Lan, my junior brother was rude, for the sake of his serious injury, don't be as knowledgeable as him."
"Is he always like this?"
"He doesn't usually do that."
Lan Chuan said coldly: "Outsiders shouldn't interfere with your master's affairs, but I don't want to see anyone disrespecting you."
Xie Bian smiled and said: "Brother Lan, you misunderstood, Wuyi usually listens to my words, he just doesn't stick to etiquette, and I will lead him to the right path as his senior brother."
"It's best." Lan Chuihan looked back at the closed door, "Oh, the ginseng soup I brought you, forget it, I'll bring you another bowl of hot one."
Hearing the sound of the two people's footsteps drifting away, Fan Wuxi knocked the ginseng soup on the bed to the ground with his hand, and then covered his eyes.
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After two days of recuperation, Xie Bian basically recovered. He wanted to see Fan Wuxi several times, but when he remembered that he was kicked out that day, he retreated.
At this time, he was exercising in the yard, he frequently looked at the door of Fan Wuxi's room, hesitating.
At the right time, Lan Chuanhan came to visit him again and brought a piece of news.
"The elders of the Pure Yang Sect have arrived?"
"Well, they are discussing matters, and they will go to see the corpse soon, Bian, do you want to go together?"
"Of course, let's go."
Suddenly, Fan Wuxi's door creaked open. His eyes were clear, and there was some blood on his face, not as pale and weak as the previous two days.
"No deterrence? Why did you get off the ground? Your injury needs a few more days of recuperation."
"I'm fine." Fan Wuxi said, "Are you going to see that evil spirit? I want to go too."
"… All right."
Fan Wuxi walked over and stood directly between the two of them.
Lan Chuihan raised his eyebrows.
Xie Bian didn't pay attention, he only cared about Fan Wushi's injury on the way.
The evil body was placed in the ice cellar, and when they arrived, Li Buyu, Zhong Kui and guests from various sects had all arrived.
There was an unfamiliar face in the crowd, his temples were covered with snow, but his appearance was that of a young man, tall and strong, quite heroic.
Zhong Kui introduced: "This is the Elder Zhaowen of the Chunyang Sect."
"Junior, please pay respects to Elder Wen." The three said in unison.
"You don't have to be polite."
"Elder Zhaowen, please take a closer look." Li Buyu said, "If you are a monk of the Chunyang Sect, you should be able to tell the difference from your body shape, right?"
"Return to the leader, that's true." Zhao Wen lifted the cover from the corpse and looked at it seriously.
Everyone felt a little uneasy.
After a long while, Zhao Wen sighed and said: "When the Heavenly Master sent the news to me, I immediately called a few elders to discuss the matter. Everyone didn't remember any elder or high-ranking monk who died unexpectedly and whose body was missing. At least not in the past hundred years, if it is farther away, I have to ask the senior brother of the sect master, but the sect master has been in seclusion for ten years, and I don’t know when he will leave the seclusion.” He looked at the corpse, “I checked the corpse and I am more sure that this is not I am a cultivator of the Pure Yang Sect, his body, muscles, and bones do not show any traces of my practice."
Zhong Kui was puzzled, "Then why can he regenerate his severed limbs?"
According to Wen Fuxu shook his head, also with a puzzled expression on his face, he picked up the severed hand that had been removed from Fan Wuxi's shoulder, and then raised the newly grown hand from the corpse to compare for a long time: "It is indeed regenerated, I am also thinking about it for a long time. I don't know why, but to be able to grow new limbs, one must at least cultivate the Yuanyang Kung Fu to the seventh level, but this person's body does not have any characteristics."
Xie Bian and Fan Wuxi looked at each other, both of them were thinking about one thing, that is, if it wasn't for this severed hand as evidence, no one would believe what they said.
This matter was too strange, and everyone whispered about it.
Zhong Kui said: "He was dug out of the pill, and without the knowledge of the entire Wuliang sect, he was sealed in the Diancang Peak by the Tiangang Positive Demon Binding Formation. How long has it been since such a strange thing happened in the world of cultivating immortals. First, Li The leader's nephew died from the Pill Stealing Demon Cultivator, and then this evil spirit seriously injured my two apprentices. These two events seem to be unrelated, but I don't think everyone present can regard them as pure coincidences."
The echoes sounded one after another.
Lan Chuihan said: "The junior has a guess."
"Blowing cold, you say."
"The junior suspects that this evil spirit died a hundred years ago, in the era of Emperor Zong."
These words are not surprising. Putting Pill Pill and Tiangang's top-level Demon Binding Formation together, everyone would think of Mozun Zongzi Xiao. Moreover, this evil spirit was so powerful during his lifetime, no ordinary people would harm him, but he happened to be the prey of Zong Zixiao.
"It's very possible." Zhao Wen said, "Maybe this person was killed by the Demon Lord and suppressed here?"
Zhong Kui said: "According to the news, can you please leave the customs early?"
Zhaowen replied: "Tianshi, please let me go back and check the history of teaching. If he is really a person of Chunyang teaching and died in an accident, there should be a record. However, I still think this person is not someone I sent."
"There is no trace of practicing Yuanyang Kungfu, but he can use Yuanyang Kungfu..." Song Chungui murmured, "Why is that so?"
When no one was paying attention, Fan Wuxi walked towards the corpse at some point, picked up his tattered clothes and inspected it carefully.
"No deterrence." Xie Bian whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Curiosity." Fan Wuxi said expressionlessly.
"Don't make trouble, step back," Zhong Kui said.
Fan Wuxi had already seen what he wanted to see. He found a familiar birthmark on this corpse. Although he had guessed pretty well before, there was still a trace of doubt in his heart. At this moment, he was finally sure that this person was really Zong Minghe.
So he had the same question as everyone present, Zong Minghe, why can he use Yuanyang Kung Fu
Li Buyu, who was silent for a long time, said: "This matter happened in the Wuliang faction. If we don't investigate it clearly, our faction will not be able to explain it to the world. I will definitely investigate it with all my strength. This corpse is temporarily stored here. If there are any clues, we will all Do you want to communicate with each other as soon as possible, okay?"
Zhong Kui wrinkled his nose and said bluntly: "If League Leader Li hadn't beaten him to death in a 'snap of anger', I would have asked the truth a long time ago. I hope Leader Li will not be impulsive next time."
In the whole world, probably only Zhong Kui dared to talk to Li Buyu like this, and the scene was so quiet that a needle could be heard.
Li Buyu said without changing his face: "Zhengnan is right, I was impulsive, and my faction will definitely find out the truth."
After leaving the ice cellar, several people had their own thoughts.
"Why don't I go to the Chunyang Sect myself." Zhong Kui said to himself.
"If that person is really a member of the Chunyang Sect, Elder Zhaowen will definitely find out. If not, it's useless for you to go, Master." Xie Bian said, "It's better to wait for a while."
"Perhaps the regeneration of severed limbs is not only possible with Yuanyang Kung Fu. The world is so big that there are many capable people and strange people." Lan Chuihan said.
"That being said, I really haven't heard of any other martial arts that can do it." Zhong Kui asked, "Have you heard of it?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Hey, I'm upset, I don't want to think about it today." Zhong Kui scratched his hair, "Bian, take your junior brother back and rest well, don't run around anymore, the most important thing is to heal your injuries."
"yes."
Several people left at the mountain gate for a while, when only Xie Bian and Fan Wushi were left, Fan Wushi looked at the gossip platform in the distance and fell into deep thought.
Back then, it was on this stage of gossip that the eldest son Heng killed his father and the king, usurping the throne, and everyone in the world knew about it.
Could it be that Li Buyu was there at the time and sealed Zong Minghe in the cave after his death? However, if Li Buyu was present, wouldn't the eldest son Heng be stopped? It is true that the Li family hates the Zong family, but they are also covetous about the throne.
Also, who dug Zong Minghe's pill? Was it dug during life, or after death? If it was dug before death, who ate it
After a hundred years, he thought that everything was settled, but he didn't expect that he would have to face the unsolved mysteries of his previous life? His intuition told him that there was a conspiracy hidden in this matter.
"No deterrence?" Jie Bian also followed his gaze to look at the gossip table, "What are you looking at? Let's go back?"
Fan Wuxi came back to his senses, his eyes fell on Jie Bian, and he looked at him without blinking.
Xie Bian looked at him inexplicably.
Fan Wuxi suddenly said with a dark face: "Why have you ignored me these two days?"