Qin Yuansong looked coldly at the half of the incense in Zhang Qingfeng's hand, and a layer of moisture gradually appeared on his forehead.

"Even if I give the soul summoning incense to the patriarch, what can it mean? You also said that it has the effect of assisting cultivation, shouldn't I, as a brother, care about my eldest brother?"

"What a caring big brother, Qin Yuansong, it's all at this time, why do you still have the face to say such shameless words?"

Zhang Qingfeng laughed angrily, "It's true that the soul evoking incense can assist in cultivation, but its other effect is to speed up the hatching speed of blood nematode eggs!

The people present were all smart people, although Zhang Qingfeng did not elaborate on the process of Qin Yuan's pine Gu, they could also guess from his words, worm eggs, hatching...... After thinking about it, I suddenly felt creepy.

The conspiracy was exposed one after another, and even the biggest secret of the Yuefu Sword Pavilion was exposed to the sky, and no matter how strong Qin Yuansong's concentration was, he couldn't stay calm.

Zhang Qingfeng took out a folding fan and continued: "The letter written by Elder Li to Zhuge Senior must be passed into the inner city through the hands of the imperial palace, but after Emperor Qin was killed, all the officials in charge of receiving the letterhead were thoroughly investigated, but they did not find the person who imitated Elder Li's handwriting, until I saw this fan that you forgot. ”

Opening the folding fan, Zhang Qingfeng pointed to the handwriting on it and said: "This poem "Sword Cutting the Sky", from the mouth of the Qingdi thousands of years ago, was improvised by him after breaking the river with a sword when he entered the Tibetan realm, but you copied it four times in four different fonts, what is the difficulty of imitating a person's handwriting for a person with such calligraphy skills? Therefore, in the past few months, it is no one else who pretends to be Elder Li's handwriting to write a letter to Zhuge seniors, it is you!"

"I also remembered that there was a time when the fourth uncle often imitated the handwriting of different people to deceive me, and once imitated my father's handwriting to trick me into the ancestral ancestral hall, causing me to be scolded. ”

Qin Yun'er's words undoubtedly confirmed that Qin Yunsong did have the ability to imitate other people's handwriting, and the elders of the major Qin clans also nodded one after another, and suddenly felt a sense of surprise.

As Zhang Qingfeng said, many seemingly seamless conspiracies are not without flaws, as long as you pay a little attention and scrutinize carefully, you can always find some clues.

"Qin Yuansong, have you ever been convinced of what I said?"

Feeling that Qin Yuansong's momentum had completely withered, Zhang Qingfeng knew that his self-confidence and self-esteem had been completely shattered by himself.

Qin Yuansong sighed and slowly looked up at the big net covering his body, "So, in the past five days, you have forbidden anyone except Elder Li and Zhuge Fengyun to enter this small courtyard, just to set up traps?"

Zhang Qingfeng said: "It's not easy to lure you into the bait, it's even more difficult to catch you, only if you feel threatened will you show your feet, so I deliberately spread the news that the patriarch is going to wake up." ”

Qin Yunsong said: "I have one last question. ”

You ask. ”

"When did you start suspecting me? I don't believe that just because I mentioned Qin Maniac, you locked your suspicions on me. ”

"Of course not, if there is not enough evidence, how dare I speculate. ”

"I want to hear about it. ”

"You forgot about someone. ”

"Who?"

"The Fourth Son. ”

"Qin Zhentian?"

"Yes. ”

"He betrayed me?"

"It's not about betrayal, it's just a reminder of what he said inadvertently. ”

"What?"

"He said that he was calculated to kill people after drinking, but you pleaded with the patriarch for him to save him from prison. ”

Thinking that such a small detail did not escape Zhang Qingfeng's attention, Qin Yuansong took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Qingfeng with incomparably complicated eyes and sighed: "Thinking about it carefully, Zhang Qingfeng, you are too terrible." ”

"It's a great honor to be complimented. ”

"But you shouldn't forget something very important. ”

"Oh?"

"Man is not a bear. ”

Zhang Qingfeng frowned slightly.

"The 'Xiong Sha' that can't even break free from the explosive bear doesn't mean that it can trap me Qin Yuansong!"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Yuansong's sluggish eyes suddenly became feverish, and as his right hand pressed to his lower abdomen, a bright white cold aura lit up from his waist and quickly spread all over his body, and the sky-catching net covering his body was frozen instantly!

Click!

Qin Yuansong's whole body shook violently, ice flowers splashed, and the frozen net rope was shaken into a pile of debris!

Under the panicked gaze of the elders, Qin Yuansong laughed wildly, and the Xuanming Ice Sword slashed out a brilliant light that brightened the eyes of the blind, with a cold killing intent, stabbing directly into Zhang Qingfeng's chest.

"Zhang Qingfeng, you have calculated a lot, but you have calculated that there will be a death tonight!"

Qin Yuansong is a master of the Nine Heavens of the Qi Transformation Realm, the power of this sword can be imagined, the elders of the Qin clan, including Zhuge Fengyun, are not a little worse than him in the cultivation realm, even if he wants to resist, let alone whether he can block it, the speed alone is a big difference!

But in the face of this fatal sword, Zhang Qingfeng's face did not show any panicked look, the corners of his slightly raised mouth instead hooked up a faint mockery, and when Qin Yunsong's sword was less than a foot away from his chest, he gently spit out a word.

"Pour!"

A muffled snort.

Qin Yuansong's furious and incomparable sword momentum disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Like a steamy raft suddenly punctured, Qin Yuansong stood unsteadily, fell to his knees, and turned his head to look at the big bed behind him that had just been shattered into pieces.

In the middle of a pile of snow-white ice chips, three slender small snakes raised their heads, and the snakes hissed and hissed.

The little snake is famous.

Datura stramonium.

......

......

On a cloud.

It is a common disease of human beings and even all intelligent life.

In the 500 years of his career of climbing to the pinnacle of the throne thousands of years ago, Zhang Qingfeng suffered a big loss because of these four words, how could he repeat the mistakes of the past in this life?

Qin Yuansong fought wits and courage with him, and he was destined to lose and win from the beginning, so Zhang Qingfeng, who was the protagonist of this great victory that was admired by the elders of the Qin clan, couldn't be calmer anymore.

There really is nothing to be proud of.

It wasn't meant to be a fair matchup.

By explaining and reviewing the process of exposing this conspiracy, Zhang Qingfeng successfully achieved another goal of his kind, that is, the invincible supremacy in the eyes of the Qin people's superiors! This is what he needs to see.

Because only in this way can he have more say in the Qin State, and can he take a big step towards the goal of 'no war in the Central Plains'!