"Wuling, this is my master, the second pavilion master of Huayu Pavilion." Yang Tian respectfully introduced in a small fairy house.
Wu Ling's face immediately sullen, seeing these two pavilion masters, the first impression is not as bad as imagined, it can even be said to be very good. If you look at it from appearance alone, these two pavilions are just an ordinary old man.
But if his eyes were paired with the two pavilion masters, he could see an unfathomable sense of depth, a sense of abyss that would make any exploration of him sink into the ocean.
The strong, this is the real strong!
It's conceivable that you can't even detect a strong person who can't detect it. In the realm, you are a few layers ahead!
The surname of these two pavilions is Han, and the name is Hanshuangying.
But for the three words Hanshuangying, almost no one in the Empire of Wu dared to speak directly for a hundred years. Regardless of whether you are familiar or not, you have to call the "Second Pavilion Master" or "Old Senior" to show respect.
Although knowing that the two pavilion master Hanshuangying would definitely not make herself cheap, and might even have done something to herself because of Song Yujia’s affairs, but remembering that this person is the same door of her mother after all, Wu Ling respectfully stepped forward: "Welcome to the younger Wu Ling. Lord of the Second Pavilion."
Han Shuangying looked at it for a moment, but there was no expression on his face, let alone happiness or anger. He shook his eyelids and said lightly: "You are the murderer who killed Yu Jia. Do you have anything to explain to me?"
The calm voice, like a small bridge flowing water, flowed into the hearts and minds of everyone. Wu Ling never knew that an old man could make such a nice voice, and for a while forgot to answer.
"Huh?" This time, Frost Shadow increased his tone, with some irresistible majesty in it.
There seemed to be an unusually powerful force in his word, and Wu Ling was excited for a while, and he immediately recovered. However, Wu Ling did not show a feeling of fear as a mouse meets a cat. He knew that at this time, he must be able to hold it, and he must be able to hold it in order to have dignity and a way out.
On the contrary, Wu Ling stood tall, neither humble nor overbearing, and calmly said: "Senior, Song Yujia was the one who killed her. However, it was the people of the Song family who first conspired against our Wu family. I did it out of self-defense. I will not kill her. , She will kill me, this is also a last resort."
Wu Ling was not stupid enough to rashly turn his face with these two pavilion master Han Shuangying for a little bit of manhood. He explained patiently. According to him, since this Hanshuangying can become the second pavilion master of Huayu Pavilion, he should be a respected senior. He can't be a person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong and is quite unreasonable. .
Sure enough, Hanshuangying nodded blankly: "Tian'er, tell me, what the hell is going on? We haven't had a core disciple killed in Huaxian Mountain for decades."
"Yes, Master!" Yang Tian responded.
Watching Yang Tian take a few steps forward, Wu Ling couldn't help but feel tight. It can be said that he is alive or dead, all in Yang Tian's mouth.
He stared at Yang Tian nervously, and if he heard anything unfavorable to him, Wu Ling was also ready to escape. The big deal is to escape to Wu Xieyang, and then discuss the truth with these two pavilion masters, there is no need to sacrifice his life here.
Wu Ling had already made several assumptions about what was about to happen. Thinking about this, his body immediately faintly assumed the posture of Yuhuadengxianbu.
Wu Ling claimed to be smart, but how could all this escape Frosty Shadow's eyes. Although Wu Ling is still his subconscious enemy now, the murderer who killed his core disciple, but after seeing through Wu Ling's little abacus, Han Shuangying also had to admire a little: Well, I haven't done it yet, already Thinking of a way out, it seems that Song Yujia's death in the hands of this kid is not too wrong.
Han Shuang Ying looked more and more surprised, and her expression gradually became more vivid, completely getting rid of the stone-like expression just now. If someone who is familiar with Hanshuangying saw his complicated expression, he would surely cheer for joy. You know, in the Huayu Pavilion, it is so difficult for the second pavilion master Hanshuangying to change his expression.
Although seeing Wu Ling's little abacus, Hanshuangying didn't immediately break it, because he hadn't figured out the whole thing.
"Master, what is certain is that Junior Sister Yu Jia was indeed killed by Wu Ling." Yang Tian's face was rigorous, and he bowed to answer, "However, I asked, Song Ming, he seems to have concealed the whole thing, disciple. I didn't dare to jump to a conclusion. However, the Third Master was present at the time, so should the disciples invite the Third Master to come."
After listening to Yang Tian's words, Wu Ling immediately relaxed, knowing that his fortune was temporarily saved. Yang Tian was able to speak according to the facts, not focusing on one point, not underestimating one point, and it was also precious. Wu Ling couldn't help but feel a hint of goodwill in the eyes when Wu Ling looked at Yang Tian. This person didn't seem to want to be as abhorrent as he just thought.
Yang Tian didn't appreciate it at all. He stared at Wu Ling fiercely, with a completely vicious look. Obviously, he was still angry about Wu Ling's obstacles to him in front of the mountain gate.
"The third child? No need!" Han Shuangying waved his hand lightly. "The third child, you are several hundred years old. Why are you still the same as before and like to do these sneaky things."
Ten miles away, a gray shadow struck like an arrow, almost unexplainable. That person was Wu Xingyang hurriedly hearing the wind.
When Wu Xianyang came to the fairy house, his figure stopped abruptly and was as steady as Mount Tai. He smiled immediately and asked for peace in a formal manner: "Brother, brother is polite."
A rare smile appeared on Hanshuangying's face: "No gift, the third child, we have been in retreat for many years, and we haven't seen each other for ten years. Today, you came to my Huaxian Mountain, is it because of Wu Ling's business? ."
"Nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the second senior brother." Wu Xianyang's rare old face flushed, "Junior Brother is here because of this son's business."
Han Shuangying nodded faintly: "Okay, you can talk about it, what is going on?"
Wu Xianyang immediately said what he had seen and heard in Tianxiang City that day, and he heard Hanshuangying nodded repeatedly.
"The third child, I understand what happened. Tell me, what should I do with this matter?"
During this period, Wu Ling watched his words and thoughts and finally saw some signs of a friendly settlement of this matter. To be honest, Wu Ling didn't want to become enemies with the people in Huaxianshan's line. After all, these people used to be the same family of his biological mother. In Wu Ling's heart, he even had some cordial feelings towards these people.
Wu Ling is not afraid of a few more enemies. Since he came to this Wuwu continent, the enemy has always been unclean. However, the enemy should be resolved and not be knotted. One more enemy, one more stumbling block, one more friend, more One point of hope to find the whereabouts of the mother. Wu Ling knew that now is not the time to get angry.