Ascending, Do Not Disturb

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Some people who are ready to leave, seeing this posture, have slowed down. Things are like this, everyone wants to know who the real murderer is, and dare to make a move on the old man.

Looking at the gray-robed man who was bound by Lin Biao's technique, they were suspicious in their minds. The man in the impression didn't like to talk. After the chopping fairy had injured the troubled monk, the man was even scared. Such a man who seems to have some pockets will be the murderer who digs out the heart of the deceased by hand?

Isn't that wrong?

Everyone has this kind of speculation in their hearts, but in the face of sorrow, it is not good to say such words. The face of Yunhuamen still has to be given. Moreover, the fairy fairy looks good, and the smile is even more reluctant to say heavy words. The male monks present do not want to face the lonely face. The female monk has a mentality of doing more than one thing, and only sees the excitement.

"What do you mean by you?" The gray robe man fell to the ground, no anger, no complaints, but looked at him with horror and helplessness. He waved his hands and stammered. "Fairy, you misunderstood, how do I Do you dare to make such evil things to the prostitutes of Zhaozong?"

The sac, the timid, and the ordinary appearance, this is a man who does not look like a big thing.

"This kind of innocent and poor expression, the beautiful woman is very beautiful, you can't be confused when you come to do it." I ignored the doubtful eyes cast on myself, and got up and walked around the gray robe man. "You pretend to be really Well, if I haven’t been observing you all the time, I will believe that you are innocent.” After Yuzong said that the gray robe was the most suspicious, he had been observing the man through various small movements. After careful observation, he discovered that The suspicion is not wrong, this gray robe man is eight or nine is the murderer.

When Libo and the present monks were getting more and more stagnant, the man was smug, ridiculed, and even the hands of the teacups were trembling. His murderer is ridiculous in ridiculing the people, and he is proud of himself being able to deceive everyone.

After the appearance of the disciples of the Zhaozong Emperor, Changde, his expression converges a lot. Seeing Changde's words and words, it resolved the contradiction between Zhaozong and other sects. This "honest" man showed unwillingness and anger, but he was concealed very well and almost no one could find it.

But it is only almost, he has not seen the embarrassment of watching him all the time. When Changde said that after cleaning the suspected monk can leave, he noticed the expression of the gray robe man crossing the inn of the inn, which is self-satisfied.

A kind of self-satisfaction that makes bad things under the eyes of others, and leaves bright and right.

He said everything that was observed, the gray robe man said: "What eyes are proud, why do the fairy want to marry me?"

"Yeah, we have no enmity and no complaints. Why should I marry you?" He asked, "So there is no other possibility than you are a murderer."

"The fairy is a pro-disciple of Yunhuamen, and certainly will not marry you." A female monk, "I also think this person is suspicious. From last night to today, he has been shrinking in the corner and not talking. Who knows It’s not a guilty conscience.”

The big man around her nodded: "The Taoist friend said it makes sense. This person lives in the room outside the lower house. No one can detect it when he goes out in the middle of the night."

Everyone talked about it, and every sentence was convicted of a gray robe man. If the murderer is not a gray robe man, can they still be them? Especially those monks who could not leave and could not clean their suspicions, the reaction was the strongest, and they could not wait to put the gray robe man on the ground and he admitted that he was the murderer.

"You are a sect of the sect, do you bully us for such a loose work?" The gray robes man pulled the contradiction into dispersal and the sect of the sect, and he snarled, "There is no evidence, why do you blame me?" ?"

"Hey you?!" The temperate cicada sneered, "How can you kill you today?"

When I heard this, I couldn't help but lick my forehead. Zhao Zhaozong, the friend of the 绫波道, was so tempered that it was spread out, and he was not afraid to give hatred to Zhao Zhaozong. However, this gray robe monk is really not a good thing. In one sentence, he has to buckle such a big hat.

"Daoyou's words are really ridiculous. I am in the midst of a lot of freedom in the sorrowful world. How can I do things that hurt people's lives and dig people's hearts?" He asked, "You did something wrong, and even pulled all the scattered water." What is the reason for this?" It is really not a good idea to provoke the level of separation. This evil meditation should go to see those of the harem, and the ability to provoke dissension is pure and innocent.

"Yu Xianzi said it well." One of the students in the field said, "We are free to talk about self-satisfaction, and we also pay attention to benevolence and morality. You can't represent us." The repair is not as powerful as the sectarian disciples, and the cultivation resources are better than nothing. Shangzong disciples, but they do not have to follow the various sect rules like the sect of the sect. Who doesn't like to be praised, and is a pro-disciple of one of the top ten sects. They say that they are free-spirited, and the scholastics listen to their emotions. Naturally, they are not willing to let a monk who seems to have murder and suspicion to represent them. Scattered groups.

Changde looked at the smiling face and sighed. On the talent, Libo is not worse than the shackles, but to talk about the nature and cultivation, I am afraid that Libo can't compare with her shackles in her twenties. There is no shortage of talent in the realm of comprehension, but because of the degraded monks, he does not want to be one of them.

Gray robes see everyone blaming him, has been stabbing and arguing, just when everyone thought that he had already accepted his life, suddenly his figure flashed, his body suffocating and **** skyrocketing, bullying at the speed of blinking, pointing Her chest.

He has to dig her heart.

Changde was shocked. If he died in front of him and had a short character in Yunhuamen, half of this account would be counted on his head. But this seemingly sloppy gray robe man moves too fast, so fast that he can't wait.

This is not a normal monk at all, he has at least a repair of the Yuan Ying period! It was previously deliberately sealed and used to confuse them.

However, the gray robe man did not have the opportunity to get close to him. He was stopped by someone. He was stopped by a robes. No one can see how the ancestors came out. They only saw a light. When they saw it, they were already guarded by the ancestors. The gray robes were shot by Lin Biao in the palm of the hand. If there were no chances, he would be destroyed by Lin Biao.

"Hey fairy, are you okay?" Chang De Gu did not look at the gray robe man who vomited blood on the ground, and came to the front to ask her about her physical condition.

"I'm fine." He extended a head from behind Zhai Zong. "Thank you for your concern."

"Nothing is fine." Changde breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was okay, he would not have to worry about Yunhuamen coming to trouble.

Miao Zong used his mouth to cover his mouth and coughed. The pale cheeks suddenly became sick and flushed. If the other hand was not holding the table, he could hardly maintain his standing position.

He was busy helping him to sit down, thinking and not wanting to put his hand on the door of the ancestral vein, and passed the aura of his body to the ancestral temple.

"Hey girl, don't waste your aura. I am old." Miao Zong stopped coughing and his voice was hoarse. "It will be good for a short break." The flush on his face quickly receded, leaving only pale, as if The red color on the lips also receded, and the handsome face was white and transparent.

"Before the mouth stopped this person, I put a defensive spell on my body. The spell was made by the lord of the sect. If he dared to touch me, he would be countered by the mana. I will not be hurt." Looking through it for a while, find out that a qi dan was placed in the palm of his hand. "You don't make fun of your body."

When he had a sudden cough, he was really worried that he would not come up in one breath, and he would not even have a life. Such a good-looking man, like her, likes the book of a wonderful pen, and the most important thing is that in the moment of crisis, she can insert a knife for her friends. Such a person hopes that he can live longer.

"Sorry, I didn't think about it." Yan Zong swallowed the cockroach that he gave him, and asked what she was giving.

"You apologize to me, do you worry about what is wrong with me?" With wide eyes, she felt that she was a bit stupid. Fortunately, she had promised to walk with him, otherwise she would be deceived.

"I mean to make you pay attention to your own body." sighed, "The outside world is very dangerous, you have to keep your eyes. The book of the wonderful pen is not written, the good-looking woman may be human life. The enchantress, seemingly innocent and lovely child, may be a sinister evil, you can have a long snack."

Miao Zong looked at the face of "I really can't help you" expression, hooked the lips and said: "Well."

"Don't just be light, you have to remember it." Seeing Zongzong hanging his head, long eyelashes trembled and trembled, and he couldn’t say a heavy word, sighed and turned his head to the side of Changde Road. : "Dao friends, since things have been identified, the murderer will hand it over to you."

"Thank you for the fairy, thank you for this son." Changde did not know the identity of the ancestral lord, but the other party can be faster than the Yuanying monk, it can be seen that the repair is not low, but the body does not look too good, the breath of the body It is also very weak, I don't know if it is a loss of the god.

"You're welcome." Yan Zong's expression was a little faint. He didn't seem to love talking to outsiders. "The devil snarls, everyone can get it."

"I don't know the name of the son of a high son? If the son does not disappoint, then I want to ask the son and the fairy to use some tea." Changde does not care about the indifferent attitude of the aunt. He intends to make a good relationship with the two, showing a very good attitude. Affinity.

Mou Zong did not directly refuse or promise, but instead turned his eyes on the inquiry.

I don't want to fall into the face of Changde, but she is worried about the body of the Emperor, but she still refuses. However, she did not speak with the body of Miao Zong, but she did not have a good rest last night. Today she is not energetic and worried about the interest of Changde and Libo.

"In this case, I also asked the fairy and the son to rest for one night. In the next day, I will have a feast in the Star House. Please drink a few glasses of light wine with your friends. Please also appreciate the face." Changde knows that Libo is impulsive and offended. A lot of people want to use a banquet to dispel the dissatisfaction of everyone.

In addition to the fact that everyone in the room can't stay, the rest of the people are happy to agree. They usually have no chance to talk to the disciples of Zhao Zhaozong. This time they can participate in the banquet of Changde, and they will be able to blow them for hundreds of years.

The disciples of Da Zhanmen are different. Not only are they high-level, they are extraordinary, and they are comfortable in speaking and doing things.

Seeing Changde’s words to this point, he could no longer refuse, and he had to agree.

"Then I will wait for you in the star-studded building tomorrow." Changde handled everything, and took Libo and the gray-robed monk away. He was afraid to leave the waves, and it would cause a lot of things.

When the Zhaozong sect left, Du Jing’s Ai Ai got in front of him and accompanied him with a smile: “Uncle Shu, junior ignorance, before being offended, please ask the teacher’s uncle to mind. You should be a dog, look. Not very good, I will never do this in the future."

"You want to be a dog, I don't want to have a dog grandson." He pointed to the side, "Sit down and say."

"Thank you for the uncle's ancestors." Du Jing's dog's legs sat down, but also did not forget to reveal a good smile.

Miao Zong bowed his head and poured a cup of tea, not to disturb the conversation between the "grandparents".

"Are you guessing that something could have happened last night?" He said straightforwardly. "Your father and son adjusted the guards so soon last night. Is it ready?"

"Uncle Shu, I am a cockroach who can't get on the wall and don't want to go to the wall. How can I guess this?" Du Jing scratched his face, like a monkey who couldn't sit still. "This is not a moment to see, Kick the iron plate."

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

"Really, really." Du Jing has some lack of confidence. "There is no such thing as no evidence. Who can be sure whether it is true or not?" When this matter is passed out, it will make the whole Qiucheng people feel guilty, but if nothing happens, nothing happens. He is also worried that there will be evil chaos and chaos, causing more people to die. So yesterday, many inns had people who arranged him, and the only inn that did not arrange people, only this one.

At that time, he thought that this inn had a Zhaozong sect. He was too daring to be bold and dare not do it here. He knew that the courage of the people was so big, and he also specially picked the people of Zhaozong Zong, which he did not expect. Arrived.

I knew that things would develop like this. He should stay here yesterday. Maybe the prostitute will not die.

I understood the insufficiency in his words and nodded. It turns out that the outside world is so complicated, and human life seems to be worthless. If you die, you will die. Even the last words are too late to say a word.

Seeing her face is not very good, Du Jing thought she was still thinking about yesterday's affairs, did not dare to stay here again in the eye, find an excuse to roll and run away, and very diligent help and leave before leaving Good lunch at noon and evening.

"Zhu Zonggong, do you want to go back to the room to rest for a while?" Seeing Zong Zong's pale face did not improve, and some worried about his physical condition.

"You can rest assured, I am fine." Yuzong put down the cup and smiled a little at him. "Since you asked me to call your name with Lin Biao, you should also call our name, always called by the son of the son." It seems rusty."

"Actually, I also feel that I am screaming." I touched the teapot and waved at the buddy. "Change a pot of hot." She took the cup that was put down by Miaozong. "If you are in poor health, don't drink." Herbal tea."

Mou Zong smiled and let him change into a cup of steaming tea.

"Hey fairy, thank you for catching the murderer, and we are innocent." Several monks came over and thanked you. They were those who spent the night last night and could not clean the suspect. Because they dare not offend Zhaozong, they have been swallowing their voices. If they don’t find that the gray robe men are wrong, they don’t know how to prove their innocence.

"Actually, my friend reminded me that I didn't know that person was wrong." He pointed to the sect, "So you should thank him, not thank you."

Everyone came to thank you, half because of sincere gratitude, and half because they wanted to mix their faces in front of you. Now, after listening to him, they thanked Zhai Zong.

"You don't have to be polite." Yan Zong's face was faint. After everyone said a few words, they couldn't talk anymore, so they had to spread out. After talking down, all of them will fall into a sly atmosphere.

When these people left, he whispered, "How do you see that the person is not right?"

Zhai Zong reached up and picked up the teacup and covered his mouth: "I found that his mood was a little bit wrong, like watching everyone's excitement." The look was so good, but the blood of his body could not completely cover it. What's more, why not cover it for no reason.

"And there is such a plot in the book of Miao's pen, and the seemingly impossible person is the worst." Zhai Zong took a sip of tea. "Fortunately, I did not guess wrong, or it will bring you trouble."

"Is there a book written by Miao's pen?" He was surprised. "Which is this?"

“It’s the one that repairs the fairy tales at night.”

"Ah, that one book." The emotions suddenly became low, holding the face. "I originally bought this book, but I didn't have a chance to see it. On the day I bought the book, I met a other denomination halfway." Uncle Shi, when he found out that I was reading the text, he took the words away."

Just finished, she heard that Zong Zong coughed up and got up and patted him on the back: "When I attend the banquet of Changde, I will go to Shuiyuemen and get the medicine early, for your body. There are also benefits."

"No hurry." Mou Zong wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "I came out this time mainly to distract my heart. If I rushed to the water gate, I turned the cart. The body was like this. Even if I took the medicine, it was just a supplement. No matter how strong the disease is, the disease can't be reduced."

“How could this be?” The brow frowned. “Is there a cure?”

Mou Zong looked down at the cup in his hand, and the hot air from the tea smoked into his eyes. He blinked his eyes and his tone was faint: "Let's follow."

See him like this, biting his lip and not knowing what to say. At noon, when Zongzong used only a few chopsticks, he gave him a bottle of qi, and let him go back to the room to rest.

I sat in bed for a while, letting Reiki circulate in the body for two weeks, and I heard a knock at the door. Opening the door, standing outside the door is Lin Biao, who still holds a line of books in his hand.

"Hey girl, this is my son who asked me to give it to you." When Lin Biao did not speak, like a stone without feelings, he spoke like a hard wood.

After picking up the book, I read the book cover. It turned out to be the book of the fox mountain in Xiuxianji. I was very happy. "Thanks to the book of the ancestors, the whole set of cultivating the fairy, I am worse." She carefully took the book. Putting it into the storage ring, since the book was stuffed in the sleeve and found by Songhe Peak, she never stuffed the book into her sleeve again. "How is the body of the Zongzong, is there any serious problem?"

Lin Biao nostalgic and shook his head: "The body of the son is old, there is nothing wrong with it. The son said, wait for you to go to dinner, call him, he will go with you."

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Lin Biao returned to the room of Miao Zong, and the son was still meditating, sitting quietly and not wanting to bother. Who knows that he just sat down cross-legged, and Zong Zong opened his eyes. "Has the book been sent?"

Lin Biao nodded. Seeing that Zong Zong was still staring at himself, he had to add one sentence: "The girl likes the book that her son sent her."

"Yeah." Yan Zong closed his eyes, and the whole person was like a jade carving doll, perfect but exquisite but not lively.

After an hour, the door of the room was opened, and Lin Biao opened the door. Seeing that Zhai Zong was meditating, she made a gesture that she left first and did not bother her. Lin Biao’s nod.

"Is it coming?" Mou Zong opened his eyes at this moment and got up and walked to the front of the donkey. "Is it time to use dinner?"

Nodded: "I disturbed you?"

"No." Mou Zong said casually, "I am thinking about when you will come, you will come."

"That's good." He smiled. "A lot of monks who built the foundations are not closed, and they don't have the habit of eating." She found today that many monks do not like to eat. Compared with these people, they are more concerned about eating food. Fortunately, although Miao Zong used less for each meal, she still ate a few mouthfuls so that she did not have to eat alone. The next table would have to sit on a few people who secretly looked at him.

"It is a bad experience to be able to enjoy delicious food. It is nothing bad." After Zong Zong was behind him, watching the fresh back of the girl, the indifferent face seemed to be infected with a bit of alive.

"You are right, eating is also a practice." He jumped down the last step, and the stepping edge of the side shook.

Miao Zong looked at her slightly childish movements and couldn't help but smile.

"Right, I still don't know if you are a sect of a sect, or a scholastic?" He turned to look at the ancestors, and his eyes were pure doubts, and there was no other meaning.

Mou Zong slightly said: "I am... disciple of Shuguangzong, but because the body is not very good, I don't often contact outsiders."

"Wang Guangzong?" His eyes widened and he was close to Mou Zong, whispered. "Are you really a disciple?"

Seeing the curiosity and excitement in her eyes, Zhai Zong’s eyes hang down slightly: “Yeah.”

"Then I ask you a small question, you must not say it." The volume is getting lower. "The Zhongzheng real person in your sect, is really nine feet tall, is your eyes as electric?"

"Ok?"

At this moment, Mou Zong’s expression was a bit stunned.