In the evening, Yu Haicai was brought to the hall to discuss the matter of Yu Guan.

Previously, Zi Kite was still thinking about whether Yu Hai was pretending to be sad to win sympathy, so as to guide public opinion in the rivers and lakes and persecute Liu Yuan, but at this time, he saw Yu Hai's old and haggard appearance, but he was not pretending to be at all.

Although he didn't have a good impression of the Qingcheng faction and these two fathers and sons, and he could even say that he only had a bad feeling, but looking at the tragedy of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man, Purple Kite still felt a little bad in his heart. Ben still felt that Yu Guan was innocent of death, but now he has a little pity.

Liu Yuan has invited the other two of the three famous families to come over to show fairness, after all, this matter is related to Bicao Villa, and it can't be told the truth. After examining Yu Guan's body on the spot, he came to the conclusion that he was indeed seriously injured and died.

"Forcefully squeezing the ribcage and causing all the internal organs to rupture is quite a painful way to die. Liu Yuan said quite heavily, for fear of arousing Yu Hai's pathos again.

The disciples of the Qingcheng faction immediately shouted and identified the purple kite as the murderer.

"I was there at the time. The purple kite slapped the young master, but it would never kill him. What's more, so many days have passed, and now that he died violently, there is obviously something strange, don't you think it's too far-fetched for you to put the blame on my wife?" Mo Siyou said coldly to the people of the Qingcheng faction. The cold light in his eyes alone made the group retreat and swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

He deliberately used the title "my wife" to tell Purple Kite that he was by her side. At the same time, he also warned Qingcheng that the purple kite was his person, and if he wanted to fight hard, he would not stand idly by.

Tang Xueying followed Tang Yuan and was also on the field. She then Mo Siyou said: "The young master's injury was personally examined by me, and it was not a major problem at that time, and it only took a few days to heal after taking medicine. So today's events don't seem to be directly related to the purple kite. "For medical matters, the people in the Tang Sect are undoubtedly the most vocal.

"Could it be that someone took advantage of the young master's injury to make it worse?" she guessed again.

Hearing him say this, the Qingcheng faction felt that she was getting out for Mo Ziyuan and helping Bicao Villa speak, so she shouted a little unreasonably: "Hmph, you are all old acquaintances, so naturally you are helping each other talk!"

At this moment, Yu Hai was also full of annoyance, so he indulged the people below a little, and did not stop their commotion.

Tang Yuan said dissatisfiedly: "What does the Qingcheng faction mean is that my Tang Sect is biased? When the little girl treated Shaozhang's outpatient clinic, you were all present, why, now you are suspicious of us?"

A group of people quarreled noisily, so that Liu Yuan didn't know how to persuade him.

On the contrary, it was Purple Kite, who was obviously the one who was regarded as a murderer, and these people seemed to ignore her existence and started a scolding war. She was happy to watch them dog-eat-dog, messing around. In her heart, this is really human nature, and in the face of her own interests, she often forgets the original intention of a thing.

Seeing this, Mo Siyou frowned slightly, and said to the Qingcheng faction: "Since you are sure that the death of the young master was caused by the palm of the purple kite, it is better to dissect the young master for an autopsy." The old and new scars on the bones can be seen at a glance. ”

When Yu Hai heard that his son was going to be disemboweled, he couldn't sit still, flicked the teacup in his hand, slapped the case, and scolded without regard to his image: "Fart! My son has died so miserably, and you still don't let him get peace?

The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect, seeing Yu Hai's big reaction, immediately pressed the weapons in their hands.

"Brother You......" Seeing that Yu Hai was obviously venting his dissatisfaction with Mo Siyou, she was worried about his situation, so she took his hand and signaled not to be impulsive.

Mo Siyou just glanced down at the teacup smashed at his feet, because the tea foam splashed on the hem of his clothes, making his brow furrow a little unpleasantly.

"Master Yu is bent on finding out the truth, and he also wants to wash away his grievances for his wife, and an in-depth autopsy is the fastest and most direct method. Unless, it is false for Master Yu to seek justice for the young master, and it is true for my wife and Bicao Villa. Mo Siyou's tone was as light as ever, and the twilight shone in from behind him, making his face dark, and his clear eyes actually flashed with a hint of murder.

"You!" Yu Hai looked at Mo Siyou with an angry face, but he couldn't say a word.

Under the stalemate between the two parties, even Liu Yuan didn't know how to deal with it, and suddenly saw a sword light descend from outside the door, and it was the old beggar with a wine gourd who walked in.

"Good wine, good wine!" he was still like that, pouring two sips of wine into his mouth, looking drunk and epileptic, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere in the room.

But with the first few shots, and the two Taoist priests of the Qianqing faction also respected him, although this old beggar was still unknown, but he was respected by everyone, Liu Yuan saw him coming, and immediately got up to greet him, and said to himself.

The old beggar squinted at Liu Yuan and said, "There is obviously a dead man lying over there, which one is Zihui?"

Liu Yuan's face was embarrassed, and he gave up his hand for a while: "Yu Guan, the young head of the Qingcheng faction, was harmed by someone in my Bicao Villa, and the old man is trying to investigate the matter, but to no avail, it makes the master laugh." ”

"You, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, are really self-aware. The old beggar smiled and patted Liu Yuan's shoulder, making Liu Yuan stunned for a long time, not knowing what the old beggar meant. "The chaos in the human world is coming, and the disputes in the Six Realms are rising again, but you are the best of the elites in the human world, but there is constant infighting here, it's funny, it's really funny. Little girl, do you say yes?"

The old beggar looked at the purple kite with meaningful eyes, and except for the purple kite himself, no one might understand what the old beggar really meant. The people next to her thought that the old beggar was referring to the dispute because Purple Kite was accused of being the murderer, so they asked her like this.

"If human beings can think like the old-timers, then the people will not be called people, but like their predecessors, they will become immortals. The purple kite sarcastically mocked the people around her, but did not look at them.

The old beggar smiled, and there were fine wrinkles on his face: "Everyone in the world is wise and wise, but they don't know that immortals are the most confused existence in these six realms!"

"That's right. The purple kite pursed her lips in agreement.

If Bicao Villa doesn't give us an explanation to the Qingcheng faction, let's see what face you have to face the Martial Arts Alliance in the future!" shouted the Qingcheng faction disciple.

The old beggar waved his sleeves when he heard this, and the disciple couldn't make a sound with his mouth open, revealing a panicked expression. The old beggar drilled his ears impatiently and said, "Dead to death." With this spare time, it is better to find out who is trying to provoke you to infighting. ”

Liu Yuan, Tang Yuan, Nalan Guyue and the others looked at each other.

"The meaning of the superior is ......"

The old beggar did not answer, but stretched out his hand to Yu Hai's corpse, and wisps of black gas slowly appeared on the corpse, and everyone was stunned. Only the purple kite, the moment the old beggar raised his hand, he knew what he was doing.

"Demon, demonic energy?" Even Yu Hai was a little incredulous.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, and no one dared to disturb the tense atmosphere at the moment.

Nalan Guyue sat on the carved wooden chair, her hands clutching the armrests tightly, and a shadow quickly appeared in her mind. Is it him? Could it be him? Isn't it his purpose to let the various major factions in the rivers and lakes fight among themselves?

"It's a person from the demon clan who wants us to fight among themselves, so they killed the young head of the Qingcheng faction?!" Liu Yuan seemed to suddenly realize.

"I—Why should we believe you?" the disciple of the Qingcheng Sect asked stiffly.

The old beggar withdrew his hand, poured a sip of wine casually, and his mood seemed to be better, and he said indifferently: "Believe me or not, that's your business, why should I make a reason for you?" Old beggar, I'm looking for wine, if you want to fight, keep fighting to the end. You can't live if you do your own evil!"

There was silence for a moment, and the old beggar had a strange temper, and no one dared to offend. For what he said, he was also skeptical.

So many things have happened in recent days, and they are inseparable from demons, so this reason is still very convincing. It's just that some Qingcheng Sect disciples can't swallow this breath, so they keep their mouths stiff.

"Seniors stay!" Mo Siyu chased out, stopped the old beggar, and respectfully bowed his hand. "The predecessors have cultivated extraordinary, and they have read all the world's affairs, I don't know if there is a way to deal with the flames spreading in the suburbs?"

With his back to Mo Siyou, a dark look passed through the old beggar's face, and it took a moment to return to normal. He jumped on the sword and said in a deep voice, "If you don't want to affect the innocent, let the people in the city evacuate as soon as possible!"

When the others heard this, their expressions became solemn.

This answer was within the expectation of the purple kite.

Mo asked, how could the flames be controlled by a random person? Otherwise, the Wa God Hall would not have been scorched by the flames for five hundred years! Of course, others did not expect to link these two flames together, even people like Liu Yuan who knew the recent situation of the Wa God Hall.

However, Bicao Villa is also a prosperous town, and how easy is it to let all the people move away? For this matter, Liu Yuan is simply sad. What's more, even if the Green Grass Villa is moved away now, and the flames continue to spread, wouldn't it be the same as treating the symptoms but not the root cause? Could it be that this fire will spread to the entire human world?

This is a concern on everyone's mind. At that time, before the Demon Lord arrived, the human world was already a sea of purgatory.

Mo Siyou didn't expect that the power poured out of his body that day would cause such irreparable consequences, and he was deeply worried in his heart. The cause caused by him should bear the consequences, but at the moment he does not know how to bear it.

"Brother You, don't think about it so much. It's not your fault that the fire in the back mountain is just that you shouldn't have touched the ...... of the fire in the Wa God Hall that day," Purple Kite took his arm and comforted him.

The pool in front of the door cast a swaying light and shadow on Mo Siyou's face, reflecting the light under his eyes.

"But I already have the breath of yang in my body, isn't it strange?" Mo Siyu interrupted the purple kite and turned to look at her faintly.

Purple Kite pursed her lips and asked worriedly, "What are you suspecting?"

Mo Siyou's Adam's apple rolled a little, as if he couldn't say anything in his heart, and only after a while did he shake his head and say, "My heart is very messy." Perhaps, I really shouldn't belong here. ”

"Brother You......" Purple Kite opened her mouth, not knowing how to persuade her, and suddenly a strange cold wind blew behind her, approaching her back.