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The wind and rain were blowing, and it was already past midnight.

Elder Song, who had almost lost his mind, was using his clan nephew as the material for the last sustenance.

In the dimly lit inner room, the lights had gone out, and he was the only one talking to himself.

"There are too many miscellaneous qi in ordinary cultivators, and the plundered qi is often not pure, leaving hidden dangers.

After plundering, it is true that the comprehension and foundation will be greatly increased, but when cultivating to scatter immortals, it is an obstacle, and it will gradually attack in the future, and it will be even more difficult to refine the yang god after the earth immortal realm. ”

"So...... I need you to absorb the miscellaneous gas for me! You see, after you have filtered it like this, you have absorbed most of the turbid vitality, and I only need to take it from you, and I don't have to worry about ingesting too much miscellaneous qi and making the foundation impure. ”

Song Ying on the ground was unconscious.

"What?! You don't want to?

I don't want to it either! Do you think I want to do that?

This is a big deal, the first seat of the upper house is down, and the east window incident will happen immediately!

・・・・・・ for decades, in order to test the remnants of the Heavenly Book, you said that I have destroyed how many talented seedlings! Do you think the Taoist Academy can still tolerate me? ”

"Why should I stay in this small place and be an ordinary elder?

What about alarming the first seat of the Upper House? I'm also an earth immortal, so it's a big deal to leave.

…… When the world is so big, where can't it be accommodated?

As long as I'm here, the Song family is here.

This is the third time, and each person can only use it three times, in order to maximize the benefits, I cultivated you, and then reaped the fruit......

How can an ordinary disciple's temperament have a solid foundation of scattered immortals......"

Crying and laughing, upside down, Elder Song faced the empty position and talked to Song Ying in his imagination.

The scene looks so chilling.

There was another gust of wind and rain, which hit the windowsill in a hurry, and there was a whimper in the wind, the sound of the wind blowing through the valley.

The sharp pain came, Song Ying opened his eyes in a daze, and reluctantly used the true yuan in the natal talisman, and a small milky white halo appeared on his hand, illuminating the room.

At this moment, he saw his clan uncle, laughing and scolding at the air.

After listening to it for a while, plus his own guesses, he roughly understood the beginning and the end.

Although he was sad in his heart, he did not resent his uncle.

He knew very well that the plan of his uncle and nephew had killed too many people, and once it was exposed, the end could be imagined.

"Uncle, I don't hate you・・・・・・ anyway, I'm already a waste, it's better to fulfill you."

He clenched his fists and put them down weakly.

He himself knows his own affairs, and the natal talisman has been hit hard, and there are cracks everywhere, and time is running out.

Even if he survives, he will survive for a long time, and he is not even as good as ordinary people.

"That's what you say・・・・・・・"

"Elder Song" smiled smugly and turned around.

Then, a large shadow engulfed everything・・・・・・・

The next day, sunny day, early in the morning.

There have long been Taoist children running back and forth to fetch water, jumping around on the long stone mountain road, they more or less have not weak martial arts, light as swallows, running like flying, easily over obstacles, and other idle mountain beasts can also be sent with bare hands.

It's another morning class.

The leisurely ancient bell, as in the past hundred years, was rung by early Taoists.

The huge log hit the mallet, and it was pushed by a Taoist, knocked over, and boom-

Stepping on the bells, following the path that they stepped out day after day, and copying shortcuts, the disciples walked into the jade square, standing in groups of three or five, talking in a whisper, waiting for Elder Song's arrival.

During the morning class, the elders usually supervise the disciples to read the scriptures, check the progress of the course, and conduct occasional assessments.

Elder Song would occasionally tell some strange stories in his spare time.

In the past, Elder Song had arrived early.

Today was unusual, until everyone in the square arrived, even a few who were used to being late in the past few days were late, and everyone still did not see Elder Song.

Originally, everyone was just talking softly, but now that there was no one in sight, the volume suddenly increased.

The two active outer disciples couldn't help but talk about yesterday's events.

"I heard that Elder Song cultivated into an Earth Immortal yesterday, and there will definitely be an envoy from the Upper Court today, Elder Song is probably busy entertaining distinguished guests at this time!"

"Quite possibly! Only the head of our Dao Academy is an earth immortal, and Elder Song's cultivation of an earth immortal will definitely alarm the upper courtyard! ”

At this time, a familiar disciple next to him leaned over and said mysteriously.

"You don't know yet, huh? Elder Song had an accident last night, and I heard that someone broke into the Taoist courtyard and attacked Senior Brother Song. ”

Looking left and right, the disciple hooked his fingers, and when he saw the two leaning over, he proudly showed off.

"I have a friend who is in charge of the elixir cabinet in Lanxiang Courtyard, and she told me that Senior Brother Song's whole person has been drained of his spirit, and he only has half a breath left. I heard that Senior Brother Song can't even be reincarnated as a soldier, and he is reluctant to do ghost cultivation, and now he is not as good as a mortal! ”

"Elder Song must be angry, this is to capture the murderer and start a killing spree!"

The two outer disciples were dumbfounded when they heard it, that person, Senior Brother Song, who was extremely beautiful before and after, was just so wasted?

Song Ying's popularity is still good.

At least these two disciples usually have a good sense of him, so they can't bear it.

"Senior Brother Song...... Is it really that serious? ”

"Can't even the elixir in the door be saved? Didn't you say that there was still a soul rejuvenation incense over there in the courtyard? ”

The well-informed disciple was not familiar with Song Ying, he was often out on the road, at least ten days a month, and he didn't feel much about it.

I saw him pouting and saying:

"Don't mention it, the soul rejuvenation incense can make up for the lack of primordial spirits, why haven't a few elders tried it? But it was useless, the head of the courtyard came to see it, and only then did he know that he had injured Yuan Ling. ”

"Yuan Ling?"

"What can I do?"

"Who knows! I can only see how the upper house approves it. However, I estimate that even if there is such an elixir, I am reluctant to use it on a waste person. ”

The messenger snorted:

"Who doesn't know, our Taoist Academy is the most unpopular among all the lower courtyards, no matter what good things are not our turn, but the offerings that should be handed in are not less than the slightest."

"Alas......"

Speaking of this, the three of them fell silent and lost their interest in talking.

In the back of the mountain, the deacon elder in a white robe with a long sword at his waist was carefully surveying a little bit of dirt stained with jet-black blood spots on the ground.

Before he entered the Tao, he was a famous arrester in the human dynasty, and he handled countless criminal cases, so he was the first to arrive after this incident to investigate the clues.

It was claimed that an assassin broke into the Taoist courtyard and assassinated Song Ying, and then escaped for Song Ling......

This is the news that he deliberately released, just to calm the turmoil as much as possible.

However, the truth is that not only him, but even the head of the court, as well as the upcoming messenger of the upper house, are all waiting!

"Qin Feng, Minghe, these two boys disappeared for no reason, and then Song Ying was attacked, and Song Ling left in a hurry, leaving only a ghost painting talisman of unknown significance......"

Bending down and carefully examining the missing clues on the ground, Huang Kongming tried to piece together the truth from the scattered clues like a jigsaw puzzle.

"In the past fifteen years, a total of three hundred and sixty-seven disciples have disappeared, and there are no bones left, and the common denominator is that they are all gifted, diligent and studious, and have no background behind them......

"The person who is the most suspicious, I think it is the elder inside the Taoist Academy, Song Ling is extremely suspicious."

"But what's going on this time? Why did Song Ling attack Song Ying? Why did Song Ying defend Song Ling, who wanted to kill him? ”

After thinking about it a lot and still not understanding the motive, Huang Kongming looked through the letter again, and every time he looked at it, he felt distressed, this was a "ghost painting talisman" written under what kind of pain he endured!

He judged that this letter was not left by Elder Song who "tracked down the enemy" at all, but was written by Song Ying, who was "assassinated", and because he was in severe pain, the handwriting of his left hand was deformed, and this was the conclusion he came to after denying all impossibilities.

"I can't figure it out...... Why protect the murderer? Why did you commit murder on your nephew? What are the motivations? ”

"Also, how do I explain what the scales and tentacles left behind at this scene are?"

"Brother Huang, haven't you found the truth?"

Shangguan Han walked over, he was an important witness, and he was the last person to see Song Ling.

"No, I can only ask when Song Ying wakes up."

Sighing, Huang Kongming shook his head.

"Then there's no way, he's in a bad condition, I'm afraid he won't wake up......"

Shangguan Han's face was also ugly.