Zhiming Lao Dao pulled Fang Yu and rushed to the Laojun Hall again, just in time to see the purple, white, blue and gold four rays of light flying out of the Laojun Palace.

"Oh no, that's the elders' kitchen artifact, they've already finished discussing things, and we haven't caught up." Zhiming said with annoyance.

Fang Yu hurriedly comforted Zhiming Laodao:

"It's okay, don't you still know the situation, maybe it's not as bad as you think."

Zhiming stomped his feet:

"Hey! Brother Yu, don't you know, Uncle Cui's eloquence is that a living person can say that he is dead. The head of the family has always been generous and gentlemanly, and he is not very good at arguing with others, and the elders will most likely be persuaded by Uncle Cui to agree to his proposal. ”

As Zhiming Lao Dao was talking, a man who Fang Yu didn't know walked out of the old monarch's hall.

The man was of medium stature, but he was burly, and a large suit was worn on him as tightly as a slim fit.

His face was angular, but he had a pair of small eyes like soft-shelled turtles, his eyes turned to reflect a cold and cruel taste, and his lips were thin and long, making him look very mean.

As soon as Zhiming Lao Dao saw the middle-aged man walking out, he stopped talking, just glared at him angrily.

Fang Yu immediately understood as soon as he saw Zhiming's old expression, this strange middle-aged man should be the Uncle Cui in his mouth just now.

Cui Qingfan saw Zhiming and Fang Yu standing not far from His Royal Highness, and smiled, Shi Shiran walked down the stairs from the palace and walked over with an annoying smile:

"Zhiming, I heard what you said just now, I usually see that you are quite honest, why do you also learn to arrange the division commander behind your back now?"

Old Zhiming snorted coldly, turned his head over, and didn't want to say more to Cui Qingfan.

Cui Qingfan was not angry, he turned his head and looked Fang Yu up and down lightly.

"Ho Ho, it's really similar to my senior brother. Boy, I advise you to quickly and honestly admit that you are a hypocrite, and I can be the master of sending you to the lower courtyard to be a cleaning slave, and you can still save a life.

If not, tomorrow the top of the main hall will be exposed on the spot, don't blame me for sending you to the sea of clouds to feed the spirit kun."

Knowing that this person had bad intentions towards him, Fang Yu also looked at Cui Qingfan with a smile:

"Thank you for your concern, but it can't be fake, and it can't be fake. Do you say, Elder Cui? ”

Cui Qingfan couldn't see the expected panic and anxiety on Fang Yu's face, and he was in a very unhappy mood. He took a step forward, put his face directly in front of Fang Yu's eyes, and whispered in a gloomy voice:

"What about Fang Changyu if you are real, your nasty face will disappear completely tomorrow. I'm curious if you'll be able to laugh out tomorrow when you're torn to pieces by the Lingkun, hum. ”

Cui Qingfan sneered a few times and turned to leave.

Fang Yu looked at Cui Qingfan's back and touched his nose a little innocently:

"It seems that this Elder Cui is very angry with my face, could it be that my father robbed his wife and dug up his ancestral grave?"

Zhiming heard Fang Yu's self-talk, and replied a little embarrassed:

"This... Almost."

Fang Yu's face froze:

"No, my dad really did these things?"

"Well, I heard that there were really a lot of talents who admired my wife back then, and Elder Cui was just one of them. In addition, when the old man was in charge of the criminal law of the sect, he also found out that Elder Cui and the other two elders in the sect were reselling the spiritual objects in the door. The master punished them harshly according to the door rules. ”

Hearing Zhiming Lao Dao say this, Fang Yu understood.

"My dad not only robbed him of the goddess of his dreams, but also ruined other people's money. As the saying goes, cutting off people's wealth and killing their parents is not worse than digging up ancestral graves.

Well, no wonder he's determined to kill me. However, those elders actually supported his proposal, and it seems that my father's popularity here is not very good. ”

"No, no, no," Zhiming waved his hand again and again: "Master, he is an old man who is fair and decent, talented and virtuous, and most of the disciples respect him very much." ”

Fang Yu was a little speechless when he heard this, and the "silent majority" who supported his father's co-authorship had no right to speak and could only be "represented".

Seeing that Zhiming was pulling his beard worriedly, Fang Yu comforted:

"You don't have to be upset, maybe I'll pass the test tomorrow?"

"Well, I hope too. But Brother Yu, it's not that I don't believe in your qualifications, but that spiritual thing is really extraordinary. The ancestor who brought this spiritual object back back was known as the top three among the masters of the sect in the past dynasties.

He originally brought back this spiritual object because it was extraordinary, and if he refined it into his own natal artifact, it would be infinitely useful, but it took ten years to refine it, and he had to give up in the end.

Because the Tianjiao of the later generations of the sect would try to refine it, but unfortunately every time they were full of confidence at the beginning, and finally full of frustration and helplessness. There was even a senior whose state of mind was damaged because of this, and his cultivation regressed.

Hi... Elder Cui's trick was too vicious, he wanted the master to be desperate. Brother Yu, let's hurry up and beg the master, we must not let his poisonous plan succeed. ”

Fang Yu shook his head and said:

"Since Master Ning couldn't stop it just now, it's useless to beg him now. But don't worry too much, the soldiers will cover the water, and tomorrow's events may surprise you. ”

Saying that, Fang Yu smiled and patted Zhiming Laodao's shoulder, and then returned to his guest room leisurely with this hand on his back.

After Cui Qingfan left the Zhangren Temple, he went straight out of the cave. As soon as he left the cave, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a call:

“... That's right, it's me. I have done as you have asked, and tomorrow I will ensure that he will die without a place to be buried. You can give me something.

... What, you still have to verify, how to verify, is it difficult to let me take a picture of you on the spot? You don't know that you can't use electronic devices in the cave.

... You don't want to make an inch...

... Hmph, okay, but the deposit has to be paid upfront..."

After hanging up the phone, Cui Qingfan went down the mountain with a gloomy face, and was sent to a club by a luxury RV waiting at the bottom of the mountain, absentmindedly enjoying the various services provided in the club. It wasn't until a special lockbox was delivered to him that he showed a hint of excitement.

Open the lockbox, which contains a syringe gun and a cylindrical container.

Cui Qingfan unscrewed the lid of the cylindrical container, and a large amount of white gas kept coming out, which was a mist formed by the rapid condensation of the air. The temperature inside the container must be very low.

Cui Qingfan pushed away the tweezers handed over by the service staff, directly put his hand into the cylindrical container, and pinched out a transparent ball the size of a little finger from it. The ball contained two-thirds of the silver solution.

The solution looked very strange, rising into a mist in the balls and falling again. If ordinary people stare at those fogs, they will conjure up all kinds of hazy and dream-like beautiful scenes in front of their eyes.

The service staff of the club on the side inadvertently glanced at it, and immediately became hazy, and the expression on his face changed like a marquee, and he involuntarily slowly approached.

Cui Qingfan stared intently at the transparent ball, knocked the approaching staff unconscious with his backhand, and took out the syringe gun in the lockbox.

He fed the clear ball into the special groove of the syringe gun, pulled the safety open, lifted his clothes, and pressed the syringe gun against the heart on his chest.

After hesitating, Cui Qingfan gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger of the injection gun.

(End of chapter)