The manager was originally under the command of the Great Elder, but he was also an in-law of the Second Elder, so he was not valued by the Great Elder, the First Elder, and the Seventh Elder. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info He knew that Jianchuan was under the command of the Seventh Elder, and he only thought that he was to monitor himself, so he couldn't help but fight against Jianchuan everywhere and from time to time. Fortunately, Jian Chuan has been cautious since he hit the confidential management office, and the manager He Xi is incompetent after all, and he is helpless!

Jian Chuan thought about it as he followed the door. At that time, the sky was still very blue, and the old and new houses of Dragon Island each shone with spiritual light, shining in the sun. A road only out of the back door of the copywriting hall, the path paved with jade, the flower ponds on both sides of the spirit bloom, a wisp of faint and dark flower fragrance wafting by, which is refreshing.

Jian Chuan looked up at the blue sky, there were a few big birds circling, and even the figure of a patrolling cultivator appeared on the back of the big bird, and there was a quiet place around, except for the rhythmic stamping sound of Jian Chuan and that Menzi's footsteps on the jade road, the rest was actually quiet to the point of panic in Jian Chuan's heart.

However, after a cup of tea, Jian Chuan and Namenzi went to an elegant pavilion courtyard, and the two repairs at the door blocked Jian Chuan, carefully inspected Jian Chuan's robe, and there were no suspicious items, so they let the two in. Jian Chuan had a faint bad feeling in his heart, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to have any tricks to reveal, and he couldn't help but feel a little more bold in his heart.

The main building where the master of the Copywriting Hall is located is spacious, with the Yuanying Cultivator as a guard, and a sixth-order peak bird quietly crawling aside, seeing a stranger coming in, he just glanced at his golden eyes casually, and then still closed his eyes. Two Yuanying peak cultivators came over and blocked the way, and one of them said:

"Show the token!"

"Yes!"

The man took out the token and handed it over, and the two-yuan infant overhaul carefully checked it before letting it go. Entering the main building, a wide hall hall, the Chinese case, the two rows of cases on both sides are gradually arranged, and there are several cultivators who are sitting on the case and bowing their heads to do things. Although someone came in, no one looked up to pay attention. Sitting at the back of the copywriter was the master of the copywriting hall, who just glanced at it casually, and then looked down at the jade slip in his hand. The man hurriedly stepped forward to give the order, and then whispered a few more words to the master before bowing back.

Jian Chuan stood quietly like that, from morning to noon, and then to evening, when the big guys in the main building had finished their work at hand, and then they gradually sat up one by one.

"Ahem!"

The master coughed, and the whispered voice fell silent for a moment. The master of the Copywriting Hall stared straight at Jian Chuan Dao:

"Dayin, are you guilty?"

Following the reprimand of the master of the copywriting hall, Jian Chuan was surprised, and he raised his head in a daze, and said to the master of the house:

"My lord, do you understand?"

"Pretending?"

"Adult, you can do things conscientiously, be a serious person, and don't know what you have done?

Jian Chuan said coldly.

"When death is on the verge of death, he still speaks like this! Sure enough, the mountains and fields are ignorant and the people!"

Jian Chuan frowned suspiciously, and stared directly at the host He Xi.

"Well, if I don't show your guilt and take you down, you will definitely not accept it! Da Yin, let me ask you, what is his primary duty as the manager of the confidential secret room?"

"It's a tight mouth!"

"What's the second one?"

"Everything is only compiled and archived, nothing else!"

"What is the penalty if there is a violation?"

"Scatter the cultivation and reduce it to the common people! Leave it out of the island and abandon it!"

"Looks like you still know, but why do you break the rules again and again?"

"My lord, my subordinates have always been tight-lipped, they don't like publicity, and they definitely don't have a word of confidentiality!

"Spread the night rain. ”

He Xi, the master of the Copywriting Palace, suddenly had a hint of ruthlessness on his face. As soon as the side door of the main building was repaired, Jian Chuan looked back, and sure enough, it was the young master of the night family. Jian Chuan's heart suddenly sank, knowing that he was afraid that something was wrong.

"Night Rain, tell you what you know carefully, and you must not hide half a sentence. ”

"Yes. ”

That night rain just glanced at Jian Chuan casually, and the back was expressionless, and said lightly:

"Da Yin is a member of my Ye family, and he is deeply cultivated by my Ye family. For more than hundreds of years since my night family came to return to Dragon Island, the Si people have no plan to get the materials for my night family's cultivation, so they have now entered the Tao and cultivated! This time I got a secret by chance, to negotiate with it to find out, where do I know that the person actually opened his mouth, saying that the heaven and earth Yuan Qi is scattered, and it needs to be made up for by immeasurable cultivation materials, otherwise it will be embarrassing to cultivate, and it will not be allowed to break through the clouds, but there is no choice but to respond to its request, some time ago, the amount of it will be made up to the Si people, and it has a set of copied jade slips, and is preparing to escape back to the night house to offer my ancestors, and get some chances, but I didn't expect that I was ambushed by the master of the house, and everyone got all the stolen goods, and I was speechless to refute! Afterwards, I learned from the pain, and I absolutely reflected and repented, and confessed to this insatiable cultivation, thinking that I would make up for it!"

Jianchuan heard that the words of the people were clear, and there was no trace of stammering, knowing that his cultivation was about to do enough homework, and he was powerless to refute it!

"・・・・・・ but he said that I copied a set of confidential jade slips, hmph! Copying things, everyone has their own habits, not to mention that the font can't be faked, and when you take out that thing, I will come to confront you!"

Jian Chuan didn't say a word, but thought to himself in his heart.

"Take out that set of jade slips!"

"Yes!"

The master He Xi next to him responded, and brought out a jade plate, which was covered by a scarf, and the man took off the scarf, and the master He Xi said:

"Night rain, but this set of jade slips?"

The night rain was a few steps ahead, and he looked at it carefully:

"Exactly!"

"Da Yin, what else do you have to say?"

He Xi said coldly.

"My lord, can you allow a small view?"

"Hmm, hmph, let you die clearly!"

The master waved his hand. Menzi handed a piece of jade slips randomly taken out of a pile of jade slips on the jade plate to Jian Chuan, who looked at it carefully and was suddenly stunned!

"It can't be!"

The jade slip in front of him was the secret jade slip related to the secret realm that Jian Chuan felt surprised! It was clearly his own handwriting, and even the jade slip production method was the same as his own unique method!

"No, it's a conspiracy, it's a conspiracy・・・・・・!"

Jian Chuan roared hoarsely.

"Take it!"

The master He Xi waved his hand, and the primary power of the digital god rushed up, directly locking the sword chuan with the golden crystal magic chain, and then the master He Xi shouted:

"Put on death row!"

A series of interrogations followed. The interrogation room is in an underground secret room under the main hall of the Copywriting Hall. The interrogation room was vast and open, and all kinds of torture equipment were complete in it, most of which even Jianchuan's own cultivators had been subjected to all kinds of punishments in Liaocheng under the jurisdiction of the Sea Soul Dao Sect. On a scaffold made of cold jade, Jian Chuan was nailed to his body by forbidden magic nails, and the dense magic nails on his body were dotted in rows, and drops of blood fell, and a pool of blood fell on the ground, reflecting a white body on the face of the torture instrument upside down, like a big maggot that slowly wriggled. The various magic nails in his ears and mouth fixed his head on the cold jade torture device, and he fainted for a while, and woke up from the cutting of the wind blade and the attack of divine thoughts that penetrated deep into the soul. The soul-seeping, astonishingly bold, heart-shaking wounds of maggots wriggled one after another, and the rustling sound of the terrifying soul devouring the flesh and skin, even though it was still so clear in the screams of Jian Chuan in the torture room!

"Boy, tell me, how did you leak my Dragon Island's supreme secret? Who else did you leak this secret? Who stood behind you? Who instructed you・・・・・・?"

"I was wronged! It's a conspiracy・・・・・・!"

Except for a few words, Jian Chuan muttered over and over again, and there was no word for the rest, but when the pain was extreme, he screamed loudly!

After half a year of continuous torture to extract confessions, Jian Chuan's fair skin has gradually changed color! A miserable white, then burnt yellow, dark blue with withered color has clouded his body. This is a color of death, a color that only reveals itself when the cultivator's body method is exhausted, and it is a physical reaction that is not far from death!

"Ancestor, I'm afraid that guy can't stand this kind of continuous torture anymore!"

He Wenjun quietly stood beside the master of the copywriting hall and explained in a low voice.

"Waste! I have been left with you for so long, and I haven't even received a useful confession from that guy. The Seven Elders are already urging, if there is no progress, I can only hand it over to the Elders' House for distribution! At that time, you can only bear the consequences, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, boy, understand!"

Then He Wenjun made a promise, bowed his head and retreated out of the private cultivation place of the master He Xi, the head of the Copywriting Palace, and hurriedly went to the underground secret room.

"Get rid of that guy!"

He Wenjun said viciously, walked to a place of burning and torture, and then shouted to his subordinates:

"Lock it with a golden crystal magic chain, imprison the mana energy of the whole body, and throw it into this fire fight. ”

"Yes!"

Although several cool officials here have been in the torture instrument for a long time, they are used to serving the suspect with torture, and they can't help but feel nervous when they hear the words at this time!

"Imprisoning the whole body's magic energy, isn't it just using the stake at the stake like a mundane?"

That Jianchuan is like a mess of mud, but with the support of body bones, it can be seen that its human form has not dispersed, and there is a trace of human cultivation outside!

"My lord, will you throw it in?"

"Ask me what's wrong?

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The two cultivators lifted the sword river, shouted a trumpet, shouted one, two, three, and the pile of rotten meat was thrown into the fire like garbage!

"Fuel up!"

"Yes!"

With He Wenjun's angry shout, his subordinates cast spells and blew the furnace into a whining sound. After a while, the copper bucket was already burning red, and a scorching smell filled the entire underground interrogation room.

"It stinks!"

Some disciples complained, and even several other cultivators couldn't help covering their mouths at this time, frowning. There was a scream after a scream in the fire bucket, and in the end it gradually weakened, and it was almost impossible to tell whether it was the loud stabbing sound of the fire bucket burning the skin, or the loud sound of its gradually low howl!

"My lord, I'm dying!"

"Don't be afraid!

"Yes!"

A disciple heard his own adults shouting and continued, and couldn't help but hesitate!

"This kind of interrogation is obviously not in line with the ancestral system! If a person dies, Lord He Wenjun will only punish him slightly, but we are in danger of losing our lives!"

When He Wenjun went over to eat tea to relieve his fever, there were bold people in the sect who quietly passed on the news to the other cultivators, and everyone hesitated for a while when they heard the words. However, the firepower gradually stabilized, or even slowly retreated.

"Why is there no sound?"

"My lord, or is that guy dead?"

"Get it out!"

"Yes!"

Several of the disciples of the Punishment Hall took the sword from the fire with all hands and feet, and the scorched black and scorched body of the family seemed to have dried up and withered, and life was about to dissipate. There is a cultivator in the sect who couldn't help but whisper:

"I'm dying! If we don't find anything useful, we'll die, and I'll sit together!"

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? You wait for the top, but I have He Wenjun to block you, and above me there is He Xi, the head of the Copywriting Palace, and there are two elders and other bigwigs above the Lord of the Copywriting Palace!"

When the disciples of the interrogation room heard this, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that this cultivation not only provoked Lord He Wenjun, but even Lord He Xi and the second elder and the first family of cultivators were also offended! This is a battle between the two factions of the Privy Council, and they are the victims!

"Lord He, seeing that the Si people are dead, what can we do now?"

"Put him on death row and wait for him to die!"

Then He Wenjun looked at Jianchuan carefully for a while, knowing that this cultivation was almost about to die, and the resentment that had accumulated over the years was finally eliminated, and the person was suddenly relaxed, as if the bottleneck of the middle level of the Dao was also loosened, so he left this place and hurriedly returned to his home to meditate and meditate. As soon as the door of the interrogation room was lazy, he lazily carried Jian Chuan's charred and rotten body out of the underground interrogation room, and discarded this almost dead corpse-like body in the death row again.

When He Wenjun was meditating in his own room, he suddenly sent someone to summon him, so he had to take the supernatural powers, went out with the comer, and arrived at a secret residence of He Xi, then He Xi asked directly:

"Wen Jun, did Da Yin make a move?"

"No! There was a big torture under the door of the interrogation room, and the guy was about to die, but he just wouldn't confess!"

"Hmph, waste! I can't do such a thing, how dare I hand over this copywriting hall to you?"

When He Wenjun heard He Xi's words, he raised his head in surprise and stammered:

"Great・・・・・・ Adult ・・・・・・"

This is a great thing that He Wenjun never thought of in his dreams! It was really like a dream, and the pie in the sky really fell on his own body.