The night was deep, and dark clouds were floating to obscure the moonlight.

The Tai Chi Dao Gate stands on the side of the mountain, without the hustle and bustle of the day, and the huge buildings are full of shadows and shadows, insects chirping, and full of vitality.

The patrolling disciples walked by in a row, laughing and laughing in a low voice, and their expressions relaxed. Great halls were far behind them, like monsters with huge mouths open.

Not long after the disciples left, a dark shadow flew out of the elder's courtyard, jumped onto the roof, and quickly moved towards the southwest corner.

After a moment, the shadow stopped, lying on the eaves. The nightwalk blends in with the night, covering the whole body, revealing only a pair of eyes, vigilant patrols.

The compound is somewhat dilapidated and unattended. The white lantern hanging on the gate of the courtyard is engraved with the word "Dian", which looks a little gloomy.

The man looked at it for a moment, and after confirming that no one was there, he fell silently, looked back behind him again, gently pushed open the only door in the courtyard, and dodged in.

The room was brightly lit, and a coffin was placed in the center of the room, which was not covered, revealing the horrific female corpse inside.

The visitor's eyes swept over the coffin, and then landed on the stone platform behind the coffin, where the offerings had been placed.

At this time, there was a man sitting at the offering table, looking back at him with his legs crossed.

"Good evening, Elder Zhenjin!" A soothing, deep voice sounded, with an indecipherable coldness.

Zhenjin raised his hand and pulled down the mask on his face, his face was gloomy, how could there be daytime and laziness. The whole face was covered by a beard, and only a pair of eyes shot out of the sharp man.

"Elder Zixuan!"

With some gritted greetings, Zixuan snorted, jumped off the offering table, and patted the dust on his body.

The breeze that followed her movements stirred the flames of the white candles on either side, and the light of the fire danced, stretching and twisting the figure.

The next moment, Zhenjin only felt a dark light flashing in front of him, and his body subconsciously moved to the side, and raised his hand to block it.

There was a dull crashing sound, and the boots with huge might kicked on Zhenjin's arm, and there was a slight bone cracking sound.

Zhen Jin was startled, and quickly took a few steps back, his arm trembling slightly.

Without waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief, Zixuan over there deceived him again. The fists and palms alternately, without true qi, all with a lot of strength, but also let Zhenjin keep retreating until his back was attached to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Zixuan's offensive continued unabated, and he swept with his legs. Zhenjin's eyes froze, and he raised one arm to block his eyes, and the dark blue true qi covered it.

"Bang!"

The huge force struck, the true qi collapsed, Zhenjin couldn't resist, and was kicked against the wall, his ears buzzed, and his internal organs seemed to be kicked out of place, retching.

Zixuan only took a step back to stabilize his figure, glanced at it expressionlessly, and then gave a quick roundhouse kick.

Zhenjin was kicked too hard before, and finally the object in front of him was not rotating, but he felt the fierce wind on the side of his ear, and when he turned his head, he saw an afterimage rushing towards him, almost subconsciously raising his arm to resist, without the power to resist.

"Be merciful!"

An anxious roar rang out, followed by silence.

Zhenjin gasped for breath, not feeling attacked, so he slowly lowered his arm and opened his eyes to look over.

The boots, which were much smaller than those of a grown man, were on the side of his ears, and the strong wind that brought them up made his ears still ring. The eyes are red and sour.

Zixuan looked at Zhenjin expressionlessly, put away his attack, and the next moment he had a smile on his face again.

"I'm sorry, as soon as I move my hands, I don't have a weight, how about Elder Zhenjin?" As he spoke, he bent forward and helped the man up.

Zhenjin was in severe pain all over his body at this time, and his body kept swinging. Seeing that Zixuan would indeed not attack again, he let the other party support him and barely stood up.

He glanced at Meng Zhixiao at the door, and his lips moved. But nothing was said.

Meng Zhixiao breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly ran over, and looked at the arm that hung unnaturally at his side, a little nowhere to focus. looked at Zixuan again, with complexity in his eyes.

He had sensed that something was wrong with his master before, and he had been secretly observing it all day. Later, after he pretended to be asleep, the master actually changed into a night clothes, and he already guessed in his heart that a series of things that had happened in the past few days were related to him.

He followed all the way, but unfortunately the master's movements were too fast, and he couldn't catch up, so he could only roughly know the direction of the master. On the way, I had to dodge the patrolling disciples, and it took some effort.

Unexpectedly, after looking for it, he turned around for a long time, and there were not many courtyards around, but he never thought that the master would come to the mourning hall.

Thinking of Qin Jinyu's tragic situation during the day, he tried to come in to find out, but he unexpectedly heard the sound of fighting, and then after entering the door, he saw that his powerful master was beaten by the little elder who was about his age and had no power to fight back.

shouted in a hurry, but I didn't expect the other party to really stop.

Seeing him coming, Zixuan shook his hand and handed the person to the other party, walked to the door by himself, and closed the door after seeing that there was no one outside the courtyard.

“…… Disciple, thank you for your mercy. ”

Meng Zhixiao helped Zhenjin to sit on the futon, raised his hand and bowed to Zixuan, no need to guess, the other party must have learned the truth and came directly to the door to take revenge.

Thinking about what had happened in the past few days, Meng Zhixiao felt deeply puzzled. Could it be that his master also has a deep hatred with that Qin Jinyu?

"Hehe, I beat your master, why do you thank me instead?" Zixuan leaned against the door, clasped his hands on his chest and looked at each other with a smile.

Meng Zhixiao was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

Zixuan didn't embarrass him, since she heard what the Wang family elder said, she came here directly to wait.

I didn't expect her to wait.

"Tell me, why did you blame me?"

Zhenjin was silent, and Meng Zhixiao didn't dare to speak rashly because he didn't know what was going on.

"Don't say? Then I'll guess! Zixuan smiled and looked at Meng Zhixiao, "Is your master a Taoist Mu Jue?" ”

Meng Zhixiao glanced at Zhenjin inexplicably, and after seeing that the other party was indifferent, he nodded at Zixuan, "Yes!" ”

"Then do you know how your master died?"

Speaking of this, Meng Zhixiao's eyes swelled with hatred, clenched his palms, and gritted his teeth and said: "My master was harmed by that old thing from Mu Shang, but I have no evidence and my strength is not enough, so I can't avenge my master at all." ”

Zixuan's smile deepened, "Your news is so sensitive, you can't even find out, haven't you ever suspected it?" ”

"I know!" Meng Zhixiao said angrily: "It's the master of the door and Qingyang!" ”

When the words fell, I saw Zhenjin raise his head, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"There will be some dirty things happening in every sect, and to do these things you have to have a fig leaf, and to lose a genius elder, but there is no way to verify it, is it possible? It can only be said that someone put a fig leaf over this matter! ”