Chapter 2124
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Headmaster Ren seemed to have expected it, the sleeves were rolled up with a strong wind, pushed Zhuo Yuanfan away, and then looked at the person with cold eyes: "This fellow Taoist, what do you want to do?"
"Of course I killed him!" The visitor was full of anger, his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and his eyes were murderous: "My father and second uncle died in that catastrophe back then, since he He is the descendant of that person, so what's the problem with killing him for revenge?"
"There is a grievance and a debtor. This fellow Taoist understands that he wants revenge, but you have found the wrong person." When Master Ren was speaking, he casually patted a wave of true energy into Zhuo Yuanfan's body, comforting him his emotions.
The man was not young, with white beard and hair, and his whole body was like an enraged white lion, hissing, "Master Ren, don't do this! If you dare to stop me from taking revenge, I will kill you as well!" !"
"Since Pindao asked Xiaoyou Zhuo to testify, he naturally wanted to save his life." Faced with this man's menacing murderous intent, Master Ren did not flinch in the slightest. I just want to reveal the truth of the year, so that you all know who the real enemy is!"
"Based on the few people you found, who were not the witnesses of what happened back then, how dare you say something to reveal the truth?" The white-haired old man stared coldly at Headmaster Ren, "I think you just want to use their mouths to mislead you. Let's use this to dispel the suspicion of your Chongyang Palace."
Teacher Ren smiled lightly, and didn't take this person's words seriously: "Didn't this fellow Taoist just hear you clearly? Little friend Zhuo said just now that the events of that year were indeed related to the Chongyang Palace, and the poor Taoist did not deny it. How can you say anything clear?"
The white-haired old man was dumb for a moment, and had no choice but to say: "Then he is also my enemy, if I don't kill him, it will be hard to get rid of my hatred!"
"If you want to kill me, you have plenty of opportunities, why don't you let me finish my sentence?" Zhuo Yuanfan was also a little courageous, and he was not intimidated by the aura of the white-haired old man. The truth I said?"
"Fart! You little boy knows the truth about the fart!" the white-haired old man glared at Zhuo Yuanfan angrily, and said disdainfully.
Zhuo Yuanfan said lightly: "Whether it is the truth or not, I will leave it to everyone to judge after I finish listening. But you don't even let me say anything, and you want to kill me to silence it. Who knows if you are afraid of something."
There is some truth in saying this, and many casual cultivators present felt that the white-haired old man's approach was a bit too much. After all, the senior cultivator who harmed people back then is dead, and the crime is not as good as his family, let alone the old grievances from more than a hundred years ago.
"Okay, old man, let me hear what flowers you can come up with!" Seeing that his wish could not be fulfilled, the white-haired old man had to suppress his anger and turned back to his seat.
However, the white-haired old man died down, but the monk Haida and Xiangu Zhao had different opinions.
Monk Haida questioned directly: "Headmaster Ren, none of the people you invited had witnessed what happened back then, so why do you think they are telling the truth?"
"That's right, who knows if it was a plan you made in advance." Xiangu Zhao speculated maliciously.
Teacher Ren smiled lightly, and said sincerely: "Although they didn't personally experience the events of that year, they are somewhat related to the people of those years, and they also have the seals and evidence left by those people, so it doesn't hurt to listen to them. And, if you still don't believe what they have said, Pindao can invite another expert to testify."
"Another expert?" Monk Haida sneered and said, "Headmaster Ren, you have been in seclusion for thirty years, and you have met so many experts since you came out. It is unlikely that you made friends when your soul was out of your body."
Zhao Xiangu also didn't believe it very much: "Since there is an expert, it's fine to invite this so-called expert directly, and waste time listening to these people talking nonsense."
"This is the request of that expert." Ren Zhangjiao said blankly: "Listen, it doesn't hinder anything. Why are you so resistant?"
Several representatives of casual cultivators present couldn't help but exchanged glances with each other, and finally Monk Haida backed down: "Okay, then let's see what the hell you, Master Ren, are doing."
Ren Zhangjiao didn't mind the hook left in the words of the great monk, and said to Zhuo Yuanfan and the others indifferently: "Go on, don't be afraid, this is Chongyang Palace, although the poor cultivation level is not high, but it is not too high. I won't let anyone take your life."
The white-haired old man snorted coldly, knowing that Headmaster Ren was talking about him, he became more and more upset.
"My uncle's name is Zhuo Yuqing. In fact, he was not yet forty years old. He had just taken over as the head of the Holy Hand Sect. His cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage, and he was only one step away from establishing the foundation." Zhuo Yuan Fan slowly talked about the life of his great-uncle, and he uttered the words clearly, in a calm manner, and everyone inside and outside the hall could hear him clearly: "At that time, he thought of countless methods, but he couldn't break through the cultivation path. Because. At this time, he obtained an ancient exercise from the ancient tomb near Wugong Mountain. In order to explore the authenticity of the exercise, he came to Zhongnan Mountain and found the then head teacher Chen Ruhui. After discussing for three days and three nights, I finally decided to give it a try."
"It's all nonsense, half a sentence is irrelevant, we don't have time to listen to you talking about that person's life here." Zhao Xiangu couldn't hold back her anger, and angrily said: "Either get to the point directly, or don't talk about it, everyone's time is not enough It was wasted on you."
Zhuo Yuanfan couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Master Ren's expression, but saw that the other party just waved his hand indifferently, so he went straight to the point: "That ancient martial art records a kind of secret technique that breaks through the realm. Using the formation method, hundreds of people can be improved in a short period of time. At that time, the country was broken and it was time to employ people. My uncle wanted to lobby the various sects to let them accept this method. It was passed on to all disciples for practice, but it was rejected."
Back then, the practices of the various sects were also understandable. After all, one must be on guard against others. Who knows whether this technique that suddenly appeared is true or not.
"Disappointed, my uncle decided to carry out his plan in secret, and then in the name of Chongyang Palace, he summoned the world's casual practitioners to gather in Zhongnan Mountain." Zhuo Yuanfan spoke more and more freely, and his tone gradually became contagious: "At the same time, he also adopted orphans during the war, intending to train them to practice that technique, and that's how he came to today's view of peace of mind."
"Damn it, are you done talking nonsense!" The white-haired old man saw that the crowd seemed to be fascinated by what he heard, so he couldn't help but wake them up loudly: "There's no point in saying this, even if he has all sorts of reasons, You can't escape the crime of cruelty and brutality!"
"Chang Qingshan, what are you in such a hurry for?" At this time, the old Taoist priest of Anxin Temple smiled and called out the name of the white-haired old man, "Just listen to Xiaoyou Zhuo slowly, and we will soon get to the point .”
"Hmph!" The white-haired old man didn't expect to be recognized, so he looked at Qiu Jianji and Ren Zhangjiao suspiciously, thinking about something in his heart.
Zhuo Yuanfan also sped up the progress, omitting some side details: "...That day, in fact, was already several years after Uncle Zhuo had been in Zhongnan Mountain. Both he and Master Chen felt that the time was ripe, so they held a hidden At the Immortal Assembly, it was decided to disclose the cultivation method to those casual cultivators on that day, and everyone will practice together, and then go to save the country and the people after the success."
"Unexpectedly, an accident happened that night. Several disciples adopted by my uncle were instigated to poison him, and then attacked him with a few casual cultivators." When Zhuo Yuanfan said these words, his face suddenly became pale. His expression and tone became dry: "Of course my uncle was not a good person. He had the highest cultivation level at that time, so the battle naturally turned into a massacre, which led to the catastrophe in the world of cultivating immortals."
"Did you finish?" The white-haired old man sneered, "Speaking is really better than singing. It's nothing more than washing the ground for Zhuo Yuqing and leaving Chongyang Palace behind. It's a pity that I don't believe a word of these words!"
"Hehe, his disciple was instigated by others, and he killed because he was attacked?" Monk Haida also laughed angrily, and clapped his hands and said, "Well washed, really well washed, then little friend Zhuo Tell me who instigated his disciples, and who were the casual cultivators who attacked him?"
Zhuo Yuanfan was not afraid of these people's cynicism, and said lightly: "Among the casual cultivators who sneaked up on him, there was this Chang Qingshan's father Chang Wanlong, his uncle Chang Wanhu...and your master Haida Monk Huai Meng Zen Master, and this Xiangu Zhao's..."
"Fart! You dare to slander the old man's father and uncle, die for me!" The white-haired old man was furious again, he clenched his fists and rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan, punching Zhuo Yuanfan hard on the chest .
"Boom!"
I don't know why Headmaster Ren didn't rescue him in time this time, and Zhuo Yuanfan didn't dodge, he actually received the punch directly, and then he fell to the ground with bleeding from his seven orifices.
Headmaster Ren's face sank like water, and he said coldly, "Chang Daoyou, are you happy to kill people in my Chongyang Palace?"
"It's just a waste, kill it if you kill it." The white-haired old man looked directly at the head teacher, "What is your intention for letting this kind of person pour dirty water on my father and uncle? If you can't tell the reason, don't blame me. The old man killed you too!"
"It's up to you? It's better to call out the person behind you." Ren Zhangjiao chuckled, stood up slowly, and suddenly a colorless and invisible energy flowed from his body.
"Eh?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the breath in his body became disordered for no reason, and then a tingling pain arose in his dantian Qihai, and he spurted out a mouthful of painstaking effort.
"Huh, Ren Daofang, why don't you continue to be arrogant?" The white-haired old man couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw this, "Your plan was already expected by our suzerain. Do you really think we are listening to you to reverse the case? Actually Just waiting for the poison in your body to take effect?"
Teacher Ren's complexion turned blue, and he was terrified in his heart. He couldn't imagine when he was poisoned.
"Hmph, your body is very poisonous, and that expert Xia Tian you rely on can't help you anymore." The white-haired old man laughed loudly, "You Zhong Nanshan can hardly absolve yourself of the blame for what happened back then. If you want to reduce our share of spirit energy, if that is the case, why should we be polite, we will destroy your Chongyang Palace today, hahahaha!"
Smiling and laughing, he suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes widened, and he looked at the beams without blinking, as if there was something that shocked him.
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Headmaster Ren seemed to have expected it, the sleeves were rolled up with a strong wind, pushed Zhuo Yuanfan away, and then looked at the person with cold eyes: "This fellow Taoist, what do you want to do?"
"Of course I killed him!" The visitor was full of anger, his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and his eyes were murderous: "My father and second uncle died in that catastrophe back then, since he He is the descendant of that person, so what's the problem with killing him for revenge?"
"There is a grievance and a debtor. This fellow Taoist understands that he wants revenge, but you have found the wrong person." When Master Ren was speaking, he casually patted a wave of true energy into Zhuo Yuanfan's body, comforting him his emotions.
The man was not young, with white beard and hair, and his whole body was like an enraged white lion, hissing, "Master Ren, don't do this! If you dare to stop me from taking revenge, I will kill you as well!" !"
"Since Pindao asked Xiaoyou Zhuo to testify, he naturally wanted to save his life." Faced with this man's menacing murderous intent, Master Ren did not flinch in the slightest. I just want to reveal the truth of the year, so that you all know who the real enemy is!"
"Based on the few people you found, who were not the witnesses of what happened back then, how dare you say something to reveal the truth?" The white-haired old man stared coldly at Headmaster Ren, "I think you just want to use their mouths to mislead you. Let's use this to dispel the suspicion of your Chongyang Palace."
Teacher Ren smiled lightly, and didn't take this person's words seriously: "Didn't this fellow Taoist just hear you clearly? Little friend Zhuo said just now that the events of that year were indeed related to the Chongyang Palace, and the poor Taoist did not deny it. How can you say anything clear?"
The white-haired old man was dumb for a moment, and had no choice but to say: "Then he is also my enemy, if I don't kill him, it will be hard to get rid of my hatred!"
"If you want to kill me, you have plenty of opportunities, why don't you let me finish my sentence?" Zhuo Yuanfan was also a little courageous, and he was not intimidated by the aura of the white-haired old man. The truth I said?"
"Fart! You little boy knows the truth about the fart!" the white-haired old man glared at Zhuo Yuanfan angrily, and said disdainfully.
Zhuo Yuanfan said lightly: "Whether it is the truth or not, I will leave it to everyone to judge after I finish listening. But you don't even let me say anything, and you want to kill me to silence it. Who knows if you are afraid of something."
There is some truth in saying this, and many casual cultivators present felt that the white-haired old man's approach was a bit too much. After all, the senior cultivator who harmed people back then is dead, and the crime is not as good as his family, let alone the old grievances from more than a hundred years ago.
"Okay, old man, let me hear what flowers you can come up with!" Seeing that his wish could not be fulfilled, the white-haired old man had to suppress his anger and turned back to his seat.
However, the white-haired old man died down, but the monk Haida and Xiangu Zhao had different opinions.
Monk Haida questioned directly: "Headmaster Ren, none of the people you invited had witnessed what happened back then, so why do you think they are telling the truth?"
"That's right, who knows if it was a plan you made in advance." Xiangu Zhao speculated maliciously.
Teacher Ren smiled lightly, and said sincerely: "Although they didn't personally experience the events of that year, they are somewhat related to the people of those years, and they also have the seals and evidence left by those people, so it doesn't hurt to listen to them. And, if you still don't believe what they have said, Pindao can invite another expert to testify."
"Another expert?" Monk Haida sneered and said, "Headmaster Ren, you have been in seclusion for thirty years, and you have met so many experts since you came out. It is unlikely that you made friends when your soul was out of your body."
Zhao Xiangu also didn't believe it very much: "Since there is an expert, it's fine to invite this so-called expert directly, and waste time listening to these people talking nonsense."
"This is the request of that expert." Ren Zhangjiao said blankly: "Listen, it doesn't hinder anything. Why are you so resistant?"
Several representatives of casual cultivators present couldn't help but exchanged glances with each other, and finally Monk Haida backed down: "Okay, then let's see what the hell you, Master Ren, are doing."
Ren Zhangjiao didn't mind the hook left in the words of the great monk, and said to Zhuo Yuanfan and the others indifferently: "Go on, don't be afraid, this is Chongyang Palace, although the poor cultivation level is not high, but it is not too high. I won't let anyone take your life."
The white-haired old man snorted coldly, knowing that Headmaster Ren was talking about him, he became more and more upset.
"My uncle's name is Zhuo Yuqing. In fact, he was not yet forty years old. He had just taken over as the head of the Holy Hand Sect. His cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage, and he was only one step away from establishing the foundation." Zhuo Yuan Fan slowly talked about the life of his great-uncle, and he uttered the words clearly, in a calm manner, and everyone inside and outside the hall could hear him clearly: "At that time, he thought of countless methods, but he couldn't break through the cultivation path. Because. At this time, he obtained an ancient exercise from the ancient tomb near Wugong Mountain. In order to explore the authenticity of the exercise, he came to Zhongnan Mountain and found the then head teacher Chen Ruhui. After discussing for three days and three nights, I finally decided to give it a try."
"It's all nonsense, half a sentence is irrelevant, we don't have time to listen to you talking about that person's life here." Zhao Xiangu couldn't hold back her anger, and angrily said: "Either get to the point directly, or don't talk about it, everyone's time is not enough It was wasted on you."
Zhuo Yuanfan couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Master Ren's expression, but saw that the other party just waved his hand indifferently, so he went straight to the point: "That ancient martial art records a kind of secret technique that breaks through the realm. Using the formation method, hundreds of people can be improved in a short period of time. At that time, the country was broken and it was time to employ people. My uncle wanted to lobby the various sects to let them accept this method. It was passed on to all disciples for practice, but it was rejected."
Back then, the practices of the various sects were also understandable. After all, one must be on guard against others. Who knows whether this technique that suddenly appeared is true or not.
"Disappointed, my uncle decided to carry out his plan in secret, and then in the name of Chongyang Palace, he summoned the world's casual practitioners to gather in Zhongnan Mountain." Zhuo Yuanfan spoke more and more freely, and his tone gradually became contagious: "At the same time, he also adopted orphans during the war, intending to train them to practice that technique, and that's how he came to today's view of peace of mind."
"Damn it, are you done talking nonsense!" The white-haired old man saw that the crowd seemed to be fascinated by what he heard, so he couldn't help but wake them up loudly: "There's no point in saying this, even if he has all sorts of reasons, You can't escape the crime of cruelty and brutality!"
"Chang Qingshan, what are you in such a hurry for?" At this time, the old Taoist priest of Anxin Temple smiled and called out the name of the white-haired old man, "Just listen to Xiaoyou Zhuo slowly, and we will soon get to the point .”
"Hmph!" The white-haired old man didn't expect to be recognized, so he looked at Qiu Jianji and Ren Zhangjiao suspiciously, thinking about something in his heart.
Zhuo Yuanfan also sped up the progress, omitting some side details: "...That day, in fact, was already several years after Uncle Zhuo had been in Zhongnan Mountain. Both he and Master Chen felt that the time was ripe, so they held a hidden At the Immortal Assembly, it was decided to disclose the cultivation method to those casual cultivators on that day, and everyone will practice together, and then go to save the country and the people after the success."
"Unexpectedly, an accident happened that night. Several disciples adopted by my uncle were instigated to poison him, and then attacked him with a few casual cultivators." When Zhuo Yuanfan said these words, his face suddenly became pale. His expression and tone became dry: "Of course my uncle was not a good person. He had the highest cultivation level at that time, so the battle naturally turned into a massacre, which led to the catastrophe in the world of cultivating immortals."
"Did you finish?" The white-haired old man sneered, "Speaking is really better than singing. It's nothing more than washing the ground for Zhuo Yuqing and leaving Chongyang Palace behind. It's a pity that I don't believe a word of these words!"
"Hehe, his disciple was instigated by others, and he killed because he was attacked?" Monk Haida also laughed angrily, and clapped his hands and said, "Well washed, really well washed, then little friend Zhuo Tell me who instigated his disciples, and who were the casual cultivators who attacked him?"
Zhuo Yuanfan was not afraid of these people's cynicism, and said lightly: "Among the casual cultivators who sneaked up on him, there was this Chang Qingshan's father Chang Wanlong, his uncle Chang Wanhu...and your master Haida Monk Huai Meng Zen Master, and this Xiangu Zhao's..."
"Fart! You dare to slander the old man's father and uncle, die for me!" The white-haired old man was furious again, he clenched his fists and rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan, punching Zhuo Yuanfan hard on the chest .
"Boom!"
I don't know why Headmaster Ren didn't rescue him in time this time, and Zhuo Yuanfan didn't dodge, he actually received the punch directly, and then he fell to the ground with bleeding from his seven orifices.
Headmaster Ren's face sank like water, and he said coldly, "Chang Daoyou, are you happy to kill people in my Chongyang Palace?"
"It's just a waste, kill it if you kill it." The white-haired old man looked directly at the head teacher, "What is your intention for letting this kind of person pour dirty water on my father and uncle? If you can't tell the reason, don't blame me. The old man killed you too!"
"It's up to you? It's better to call out the person behind you." Ren Zhangjiao chuckled, stood up slowly, and suddenly a colorless and invisible energy flowed from his body.
"Eh?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the breath in his body became disordered for no reason, and then a tingling pain arose in his dantian Qihai, and he spurted out a mouthful of painstaking effort.
"Huh, Ren Daofang, why don't you continue to be arrogant?" The white-haired old man couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw this, "Your plan was already expected by our suzerain. Do you really think we are listening to you to reverse the case? Actually Just waiting for the poison in your body to take effect?"
Teacher Ren's complexion turned blue, and he was terrified in his heart. He couldn't imagine when he was poisoned.
"Hmph, your body is very poisonous, and that expert Xia Tian you rely on can't help you anymore." The white-haired old man laughed loudly, "You Zhong Nanshan can hardly absolve yourself of the blame for what happened back then. If you want to reduce our share of spirit energy, if that is the case, why should we be polite, we will destroy your Chongyang Palace today, hahahaha!"
Smiling and laughing, he suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes widened, and he looked at the beams without blinking, as if there was something that shocked him.
Headmaster Ren seemed to have expected it, the sleeves were rolled up with a strong wind, pushed Zhuo Yuanfan away, and then looked at the person with cold eyes: "This fellow Taoist, what do you want to do?" "Of course I killed him!" The visitor was full of anger, his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and his eyes were murderous: "My father and second uncle died in that catastrophe back then, since he He is the descendant of that person, so what's the problem with killing him for revenge?" "There is a grievance and a debtor. This fellow Taoist understands that he wants revenge, but you have found the wrong person." When Master Ren was speaking, he casually patted a wave of true energy into Zhuo Yuanfan's body, comforting him his emotions. The man was not young, with white beard and hair, and his whole body was like an enraged white lion, hissing, "Master Ren, don't do this! If you dare to stop me from taking revenge, I will kill you as well!" !" "Since Pindao asked Xiaoyou Zhuo to testify, he naturally wanted to save his life." Faced with this man's menacing murderous intent, Master Ren did not flinch in the slightest. I just want to reveal the truth of the year, so that you all know who the real enemy is!" "Based on the few people you found, who were not the witnesses of what happened back then, how dare you say something to reveal the truth?" The white-haired old man stared coldly at Headmaster Ren, "I think you just want to use their mouths to mislead you. Let's use this to dispel the suspicion of your Chongyang Palace." Teacher Ren smiled lightly, and didn't take this person's words seriously: "Didn't this fellow Taoist just hear you clearly? Little friend Zhuo said just now that the events of that year were indeed related to the Chongyang Palace, and the poor Taoist did not deny it. How can you say anything clear?" The white-haired old man was dumb for a moment, and had no choice but to say: "Then he is also my enemy, if I don't kill him, it will be hard to get rid of my hatred!" "If you want to kill me, you have plenty of opportunities, why don't you let me finish my sentence?" Zhuo Yuanfan was also a little courageous, and he was not intimidated by the aura of the white-haired old man. The truth I said?" "Fart! You little boy knows the truth about the fart!" the white-haired old man glared at Zhuo Yuanfan angrily, and said disdainfully. Zhuo Yuanfan said lightly: "Whether it is the truth or not, I will leave it to everyone to judge after I finish listening. But you don't even let me say anything, and you want to kill me to silence it. Who knows if you are afraid of something." There is some truth in saying this, and many casual cultivators present felt that the white-haired old man's approach was a bit too much. After all, the senior cultivator who harmed people back then is dead, and the crime is not as good as his family, let alone the old grievances from more than a hundred years ago. "Okay, old man, let me hear what flowers you can come up with!" Seeing that his wish could not be fulfilled, the white-haired old man had to suppress his anger and turned back to his seat. However, the white-haired old man died down, but the monk Haida and Xiangu Zhao had different opinions. Monk Haida questioned directly: "Headmaster Ren, none of the people you invited had witnessed what happened back then, so why do you think they are telling the truth?" "That's right, who knows if it was a plan you made in advance." Xiangu Zhao speculated maliciously. Teacher Ren smiled lightly, and said sincerely: "Although they didn't personally experience the events of that year, they are somewhat related to the people of those years, and they also have the seals and evidence left by those people, so it doesn't hurt to listen to them. And, if you still don't believe what they have said, Pindao can invite another expert to testify." "Another expert?" Monk Haida sneered and said, "Headmaster Ren, you have been in seclusion for thirty years, and you have met so many experts since you came out. It is unlikely that you made friends when your soul was out of your body." Zhao Xiangu also didn't believe it very much: "Since there is an expert, it's fine to invite this so-called expert directly, and waste time listening to these people talking nonsense." "This is the request of that expert." Ren Zhangjiao said blankly: "Listen, it doesn't hinder anything. Why are you so resistant?" Several representatives of casual cultivators present couldn't help but exchanged glances with each other, and finally Monk Haida backed down: "Okay, then let's see what the hell you, Master Ren, are doing." Ren Zhangjiao didn't mind the hook left in the words of the great monk, and said to Zhuo Yuanfan and the others indifferently: "Go on, don't be afraid, this is Chongyang Palace, although the poor cultivation level is not high, but it is not too high. I won't let anyone take your life." The white-haired old man snorted coldly, knowing that Headmaster Ren was talking about him, he became more and more upset. "My uncle's name is Zhuo Yuqing. In fact, he was not yet forty years old. He had just taken over as the head of the Holy Hand Sect. His cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage, and he was only one step away from establishing the foundation." Zhuo Yuan Fan slowly talked about the life of his great-uncle, and he uttered the words clearly, in a calm manner, and everyone inside and outside the hall could hear him clearly: "At that time, he thought of countless methods, but he couldn't break through the cultivation path. Because. At this time, he obtained an ancient exercise from the ancient tomb near Wugong Mountain. In order to explore the authenticity of the exercise, he came to Zhongnan Mountain and found the then head teacher Chen Ruhui. After discussing for three days and three nights, I finally decided to give it a try." "It's all nonsense, half a sentence is irrelevant, we don't have time to listen to you talking about that person's life here." Zhao Xiangu couldn't hold back her anger, and angrily said: "Either get to the point directly, or don't talk about it, everyone's time is not enough It was wasted on you." Zhuo Yuanfan couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Master Ren's expression, but saw that the other party just waved his hand indifferently, so he went straight to the point: "That ancient martial art records a kind of secret technique that breaks through the realm. Using the formation method, hundreds of people can be improved in a short period of time. At that time, the country was broken and it was time to employ people. My uncle wanted to lobby the various sects to let them accept this method. It was passed on to all disciples for practice, but it was rejected." Back then, the practices of the various sects were also understandable. After all, one must be on guard against others. Who knows whether this technique that suddenly appeared is true or not. "Disappointed, my uncle decided to carry out his plan in secret, and then in the name of Chongyang Palace, he summoned the world's casual practitioners to gather in Zhongnan Mountain." Zhuo Yuanfan spoke more and more freely, and his tone gradually became contagious: "At the same time, he also adopted orphans during the war, intending to train them to practice that technique, and that's how he came to today's view of peace of mind." "Damn it, are you done talking nonsense!" The white-haired old man saw that the crowd seemed to be fascinated by what he heard, so he couldn't help but wake them up loudly: "There's no point in saying this, even if he has all sorts of reasons, You can't escape the crime of cruelty and brutality!" "Chang Qingshan, what are you in such a hurry for?" At this time, the old Taoist priest of Anxin Temple smiled and called out the name of the white-haired old man, "Just listen to Xiaoyou Zhuo slowly, and we will soon get to the point . "Hmph!" The white-haired old man didn't expect to be recognized, so he looked at Qiu Jianji and Ren Zhangjiao suspiciously, thinking about something in his heart. Zhuo Yuanfan also sped up the progress, omitting some side details: "...That day, in fact, was already several years after Uncle Zhuo had been in Zhongnan Mountain. Both he and Master Chen felt that the time was ripe, so they held a hidden At the Immortal Assembly, it was decided to disclose the cultivation method to those casual cultivators on that day, and everyone will practice together, and then go to save the country and the people after the success." "Unexpectedly, an accident happened that night. Several disciples adopted by my uncle were instigated to poison him, and then attacked him with a few casual cultivators." When Zhuo Yuanfan said these words, his face suddenly became pale. His expression and tone became dry: "Of course my uncle was not a good person. He had the highest cultivation level at that time, so the battle naturally turned into a massacre, which led to the catastrophe in the world of cultivating immortals." "Did you finish?" The white-haired old man sneered, "Speaking is really better than singing. It's nothing more than washing the ground for Zhuo Yuqing and leaving Chongyang Palace behind. It's a pity that I don't believe a word of these words!" "Hehe, his disciple was instigated by others, and he killed because he was attacked?" Monk Haida also laughed angrily, and clapped his hands and said, "Well washed, really well washed, then little friend Zhuo Tell me who instigated his disciples, and who were the casual cultivators who attacked him?" Zhuo Yuanfan was not afraid of these people's cynicism, and said lightly: "Among the casual cultivators who sneaked up on him, there was this Chang Qingshan's father Chang Wanlong, his uncle Chang Wanhu...and your master Haida Monk Huai Meng Zen Master, and this Xiangu Zhao's..." "Fart! You dare to slander the old man's father and uncle, die for me!" The white-haired old man was furious again, he clenched his fists and rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan, punching Zhuo Yuanfan hard on the chest . "Boom!" I don't know why Headmaster Ren didn't rescue him in time this time, and Zhuo Yuanfan didn't dodge, he actually received the punch directly, and then he fell to the ground with bleeding from his seven orifices. Headmaster Ren's face sank like water, and he said coldly, "Chang Daoyou, are you happy to kill people in my Chongyang Palace?" "It's just a waste, kill it if you kill it." The white-haired old man looked directly at the head teacher, "What is your intention for letting this kind of person pour dirty water on my father and uncle? If you can't tell the reason, don't blame me. The old man killed you too!" "It's up to you? It's better to call out the person behind you." Ren Zhangjiao chuckled, stood up slowly, and suddenly a colorless and invisible energy flowed from his body. "Eh?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the breath in his body became disordered for no reason, and then a tingling pain arose in his dantian Qihai, and he spurted out a mouthful of painstaking effort. "Huh, Ren Daofang, why don't you continue to be arrogant?" The white-haired old man couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw this, "Your plan was already expected by our suzerain. Do you really think we are listening to you to reverse the case? Actually Just waiting for the poison in your body to take effect?" Teacher Ren's complexion turned blue, and he was terrified in his heart. He couldn't imagine when he was poisoned. "Hmph, your body is very poisonous, and that expert Xia Tian you rely on can't help you anymore." The white-haired old man laughed loudly, "You Zhong Nanshan can hardly absolve yourself of the blame for what happened back then. If you want to reduce our share of spirit energy, if that is the case, why should we be polite, we will destroy your Chongyang Palace today, hahahaha!" Smiling and laughing, he suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes widened, and he looked at the beams without blinking, as if there was something that shocked him.
