Flower Master in the City

Chapter 2124 The truth of the so-called immortal world catastrophe

Headmaster Ren seemed to have expected it, the sleeve robes rolled with strong wind, pushed Zhuo Yuanfan away, and then looked at the person who came: "This fellow Daoist, what do you want to do?"

"Of course he killed him!" The visitor was full of anger, his eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and his eyes were murderous: "My father and second uncle died in that catastrophe back then, since he It's that person's descendant, what's the problem with killing him for revenge?"

"The injustice has the debt and the owner. This fellow Taoist understands the feeling of revenge. It's just that you have found the wrong person." When Headmaster Ren spoke, he shot a burst of true energy into Zhuo Yuanfan's body, comforting him. his emotions.

The man was not young, his beard and hair were all white, and his whole figure was like an irritated white-haired lion, roaring: "Ren Laodao, don't do this! If you dare to stop me from taking revenge, I will kill you together. !"

"Since Pindao asked Xiaoyou Zhuo to testify, he naturally wanted to save his life." Facing this man's aggressive killing intent, Headmaster Ren did not have the slightest intention to back down, "And what happened back then was actually foggy, Pindao today I just want to uncover the truth of the year and let you all know who the real enemy is!"

"Just because the few people you found were not the witnesses of what happened back then, how dare you say anything to reveal the truth?" The white-haired old man stared at Headmaster Ren coldly, "I think you just want to use their mouths to mislead you. Let's take this to clear your suspicions of Chongyang Palace."

Headmaster Ren smiled lightly, and didn't take this man's words seriously: "Did this fellow Taoist not hear clearly, Zhuo Xiaoyou just said that what happened back then was indeed related to the Chongyang Palace, and the poor Taoist did not deny it. How can you make it clear?"

The white-haired old man was dumbfounded, and he had to say: "Then he is also my enemy, and I won't be able to get rid of my hatred if I don't kill him!"

"If you want to kill me, you have a chance, so why don't you let me finish?" Zhuo Yuanfan was also a little bold, not intimidated by the aura of the white-haired old man, but rather sarcastically said: "Or you are simply afraid. The truth I told?"

"Fuck! You little boy knows the truth of a fart!" The white-haired old man glared at Zhuo Yuanfan angrily and said disdainfully.

Zhuo Yuanfan said lightly: "Whether it's the truth or not, I'll leave it to everyone to judge after I've heard it. You don't even let me say anything, and you still want to kill me. Who knows if you're afraid of something."

There is some truth to saying this, many of the loose cultivators present felt that the white-haired old man's approach was a bit too much. After all, that senior cultivator who harmed others was already dead, and he couldn't blame his family, not to mention that it was an old grudge more than a hundred years ago.

"Okay, old man, let's hear what flowers you can say!" Seeing that the white-haired old man couldn't get his wish, he had to endure his anger and turned back to his seat.

However, the white-haired old man died, but the Haida monk and Zhao Xiangu had different opinions.

Monk Haida directly questioned: "Headmaster Ren, these people you invited have never 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." Zhao Xiangu speculated maliciously.

Headmaster Ren smiled indifferently, and said sincerely: "Although they didn't experience what happened in those years, they all have something to do with the people from that year, and they also have the seals and evidence left by those people, it's okay to listen to them. And, after they finish speaking, if you still don't believe it, you can ask another expert to testify."

"And there are masters?" Monk Haida sneered: "Headmaster Ren, you have been in seclusion for 30 years, and you have known so many masters as soon as you came out. Wouldn't it be that you made friends when your primordial spirit came out of the body?"

Zhao Xiangu is also very unbelievable: "Since there is an expert, just invite this so-called expert out, and waste time listening to these people's nonsense."

"This is the request of the master." Headmaster Ren said with a blank face: "Just listen, it doesn't matter, why are you all resisting?"

Several representatives of the loose cultivators present couldn't help exchanging glances with each other. In the end, Monk Haida made a concession: "Okay, then let's see what the hell you are doing as Headmaster."

Headmaster Ren didn't mind the hook left in the words of the great monk, and said to Zhuo Yuanfan and the others indifferently: "You guys continue, don't be afraid, this is the Chongyang Palace, although the poor Taoist's cultivation is not high, but No one will hurt your life."

The white-haired old man snorted coldly, knowing that Headmaster Ren was talking about him, and his mood became more and more unhappy.

"My uncle, named Zhuo Yuqing, was actually less than forty years old at the time, and he just took over as the head of the Sect of the Holy Hand. His cultivation base has already reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage, and he is only one step away from establishing the foundation." Zhuo Yuanfan slowly talked about the life of his great-uncle, his words were clear, neither slow nor hurried, both inside and outside the hall could hear clearly: "At that time, he thought of countless methods, but he couldn't break through the repair process. It was at this time that he got an ancient practice method from the ancient tomb near Wugong Mountain. In order to explore the authenticity of the practice method, he came to Zhongnan Mountain and found the real head teacher Chen Ruhui at that time. After three days and three nights of negotiation, 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 scolded: "Either directly talk about the topic, or don't talk about it, everyone's time is not It's wasted on you."

Zhuo Yuanfan couldn't help but raised his eyes and looked at Headmaster Ren's expression, but saw that the other party just waved his hand indifferently, so he went straight to the topic: "That ancient practice records a kind of secret technique that breaks through the realm, as long as it cooperates with the spiritual pulse and Using the formation method, you can improve the cultivation of hundreds of people in a short period of time. At that time, the country was broken, and it was the time to use people. My uncle wanted to lobby the major sects and wanted them to accept this practice method.

It was passed on to all the disciples to practice, but was rejected. "

Back then, the practices of the major sects were also understandable. After all, guarding against others was a must. Who knew whether the practice that suddenly appeared was true or false. If there were any drawbacks, it would be a disaster for the inheritance of the sect.

"Disappointed, my uncle decided to implement his plan secretly, and then, in the name of Chongyang Palace, convened the world's scattered cultivators to gather in Zhongnan Mountain." Zhuo Yuanfan said more and more freely, and his tone gradually became contagious: "At the same time, he also adopted the orphans in the war, and planned to train them to practice that practice, which is why he has today's peace of mind."

"Damn, are you finished talking nonsense!" The white-haired old man saw that everyone seemed to be a little fascinated by what he heard, and he couldn't help but shouted and woke those people up: "It's useless to say this, even if he has a thousand reasons, There is no escape from the crime of brutal murder!"

"Chang Qingshan, what are you doing in such a hurry." At this time, the old Taoist Qiu, who was An Xinguan, called out the name of the white-haired old man with a smile, "Slowly listen to Zhuo Xiaoyou and finish talking, and we will get to the point soon. ."

"Humph!" The white-haired old man didn't expect that he would be recognized, so he looked at Qiu Jianji and Headmaster Ren suspiciously, thinking about something in his heart.

Zhuo Yuanfan also accelerated the progress, omitting some trivial details: "...that day, it was actually several years after Uncle Zhuo was in Zhongnan Mountain. The Immortal Conference decided to disclose the practice to those loose cultivators on the same day, everyone will practice together, and after success, go to save the country and save the people."

"Unexpectedly, there was an accident that night. Several disciples adopted by my uncle were instigated to poison him, and they attacked him with a few loose cultivators." When Zhuo Yuanfan said these words, his face suddenly became blank. His expression and tone were also dry: "Of course my uncle was not a good person. At that time, he was the highest in cultivation, and the war naturally turned into a massacre, which led to the catastrophe of the Xiuxian world."

"Finished?" The white-haired old man sneered, "It's really better to say it than to sing it. It's nothing more than washing the ground for Zhuo Yuqing and leaving the Chongyang Palace out. It's a pity that the old man doesn't believe a single word of these words!"

"Hehe, his disciple was instigated, and he killed because he was attacked?" Monk Haida also laughed angrily, clapped his hands and said, "Well washed, so good, then this little friend Zhuo by the way. Tell me who instigated his disciples, and who are the few loose cultivators who attacked him?"

Zhuo Yuanfan was not afraid of the cynicism of these people, and said lightly: "Among the loose cultivators who attacked him, there are Chang Qingshan's father Chang Wanlong, his uncle Chang Wanhu... and your master Haida Monk Huai Meng. Zen master, and this Zhao Xiangu's..."

"Fart! Dare to slander the old man's father and uncle, let me die!" The white-haired old man was furious again, clenched his fists and rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan's chest, punching heavily towards Zhuo Yuanfan's chest .

"Bang!"

I don't know why Zhangjiao Ren didn't rescue him in time this time, and Zhuo Yuanfan didn't dodge.

Headmaster Ren's face was as deep as water, and he said coldly, "Fellow Daoist Chang, are you happy to kill someone in my Chongyang Palace?"

"It's just a piece of trash, kill it if you kill it." The white-haired old man looked directly at Headmaster Ren, "What's your motive for letting this kind of person pour dirty water on my father and uncle? If you can't say why, don't blame it. The old man killed you too!"

"It's up to you? Let's call the person behind you." Headmaster Ren chuckled and stood up slowly, and a colorless and invisible energy flowed out of his body.

"Uh?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the breath in his body was disordered for no reason, and then a stinging pain occurred in the sea of ​​qi in his dantian, and then he spat out a mouthful of hard work.

"Hmph, 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 Sect Master. Do you really think we are listening to you to reverse the case? Actually Are you just waiting for the poison in your body to strike?"

Headmaster Ren's face turned blue, and his heart was terrified, and he had no idea when he was poisoned.

"Hmph, you are poisoned, and the expert you rely on in the summer can't help you." The white-haired old man laughed loudly, "You, Zhongnanshan, were to blame for what happened back then. We want to reduce our share of spiritual energy, and since that’s the case, why are we polite, we will destroy your Chongyang Palace today, hahahaha!”

Smiling, he suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes widened, and he looked at the roof beam without blinking, as if there was something shocking him there.