Night.

Qinghe Mountain is not far from the Spirit Beast Mountain Range, and the low neigh of the spirit beast can be faintly heard in the silence.

Suddenly, a figure came out from the front of the Qinghe Palace, and went straight to the Sword Pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

Outside the Guanjian Pavilion, there were still the two disciples who guarded the pavilion door during the day, and they had been responsible for the night duty, which was very hard.

"Huhuhu, it's cold in early autumn, it's really rare."

The slightly taller disciple of the Sword Pavilion rubbed his hands and complained about the coldness of the autumn night, and sighed at the hand that lifted the sword.

The one standing aside with a sword in his arms nodded slightly, opened his eyes slightly and sighed: "It's cold, buddy didn't sleep well during the day today, I always feel a pain in the right side of my head, and I still have a bulge when I touch it." ”

"You have a pain in the right side of your head?" The angry Sword Pavilion disciple raised his left hand and pointed at the door of his left head and said, "Dude is similar to you, my left head hurts!" ”

"You hurt too?"

The one holding the sword was surprised and muttered a few words. The autumn breeze blew, and suddenly there was a chill in my heart.

"Our brothers can't be evil, right?!"

The two looked at each other and spoke in unison.

But there is Qinghe Immortal in Qinghe Prefecture, and here is the Qinghe Immortal Sect, where can the evil devil dare to come here to spread wild, Huo Huo Qinghe Immortal's disciple?

After the two looked at each other, they began to laugh at each other's timidity, and just when the two guards and disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were not much different in height were talking and laughing, and were about to talk about some things in their hometown, there was a sudden sound not far from the Sword Pavilion, and it seemed that something was approaching.

"Dude, did you hear anything?" A taller speaker began to tremble.

The one holding the sword gasped and said, "I heard it!" Hurry up and get out of the sword! ”

The autumn night was cold, and the two of them stretched their swords in their hands, each trembling.

The figure from the Qinghe Hall floated down, wearing a green shirt and white robe, fairy wind bones, handsome appearance, and indifferent expression.

The figure was in front, and the two were shocked.

"Master!"

Li Qingluan squinted slightly, looked at the two guards who drew their swords towards him, and asked suspiciously, "You guys are?" ”

The two hurriedly put away their swords and clenched their fists, explaining: "Master, forgive me, I think it's the devil who is doing something. ”

Li Qingluan shook his head, thinking that he was an evil devil, but it was a pity that you cultivators who were not even in the entry realm couldn't see it at all.

"Be vigilant, this is the order of the four sect masters, and this sect wants to enter the Sword Pavilion." He cleared his throat to speak and pulled out the token.

The two pavilion guards glanced at each other, they wouldn't ask Li Qingluan the reason, their eyes were quick, and they went to open the pavilion door.

The door of the pavilion was opened, and the two disciples of the pavilion stood on both sides of the door and said in unison, "Master, please!" ”

Li Qingluan nodded knowingly, his body fluttered, and he went straight into the Guanjian Pavilion.

Then with a flick of his sleeves, the pavilion door closed, leaving the disciples guarding the pavilion to look up at each other, not knowing why.

After closing the door, Li Qingluan's steps lightened. The reason why the Black Mist Venerable was aware of him coming here at night was to use the divine power of the Heaven Viewing Mirror to "Insight into Heaven and Earth" to see who had returned the Heaven Viewing Mirror.

But when he stepped to the boundary of the round hole, there was an ordinary bronze mirror reflected in his dark brown eyes.

The bronze mirror was the same one he had put in last night.

Li Qingluan's eyes gathered with anger, he had been tricked twice!

And the person who deliberately played on him seemed to know something.

This night, for him, was destined to be sleepless.

……

The next day, the hour.

The giant bell of the Dengxian Gate emitted a deep sound, spreading throughout the entire Spirit Sword Peak.

The disciples of a mountain gate gathered outside the Qinghe Palace, and the formation was arranged, as if there was a tendency to fall into the sea.

This is the highest etiquette for Qinghe Prefecture to welcome envoys from other states.

In the Qinghe Palace, it was no longer Li Qingluan who was sitting high in the middle, but Duan Ling, the king of Qinghe.

In the Kyushu Continent, although the cultivation sect is essentially higher than the royal family, in the cognition of the Li people, the status of the royal family is still higher than that of the cultivation sect.

Therefore, whenever there is a royal nobleman in the feast, if the noble status is one of the nine kings of Kyushu, he is qualified to sit on the top position.

This is an unwritten rule that other states do not know, but Qinghe and Huaiyang have always adhered to it.

Duan Linggao sat on the jade throne, and there were four sect masters sitting on the four side steps, and five of them were formed, which was exactly the same as the formation of the four sect disciples outside the Qinghe Palace, and the momentum was majestic, showing the righteousness of Qinghe Prefecture.

In the main hall, the three monks in gray shirts and hats, dressed exactly the same as those of the Shanzong Sect, put their hands together, muttering as if they were chanting Zen words, completely ignoring the four sect masters in the main hall, Duan Ling, the king of Qinghe, as well as Chen Xiaoyu, Lu Lian, Duan Lian'er and others.

The visitor is a guest, and he is an envoy of Huaiyang. Duan Ling beckoned everyone not to be in a hurry, while he sat upright on the jade throne and waited.

After a while, the one standing in the middle of the three Zen masters stopped chanting, opened his eyes and took a step forward, raised his head slightly, and said, "My Buddha is compassionate." ”

Seeing the monk speak, Duan Ling was sitting with his body leaning forward slightly, and said, "I don't know the names of the three masters? ”

"The poor monk is gone, the two of them, Silent Dust and Silence, and the other three of us are all senior brothers of the Silent Sect."

Duan Ling nodded, his gaze shifting from the three monks to Chen Xiaoyu. Looking at the thin young man standing beside his daughter, King Qinghe already had the answer in his heart.

He said slowly: "The three masters are not only Zen disciples, but also envoys sent by the King of Huaiyang. This king felt deeply guilty about Master Shanzong's accident, but this matter had nothing to do with Immortal Master Li. ”

Silence shook his head, "My Buddha is merciful, King Qinghe is so partial to Sect Master Li, it is really embarrassing for us, if only the words of the royal family can exonerate one person, how can there be retribution for sins in this world?" ”

"Chirp crooked, it's almost the same as the charlatans of the era I traveled from."

Hearing this, his ears were almost calloused, and Chen Xiaoyu leaned on Duan Li'er and muttered quietly.

Duan Li'er tugged at Chen Xiaoyu's sleeve, meaning to tell him not to talk nonsense, and then smiled slightly, looking at his father with reverence in his eyes.

After the silence finished saying the karma of sin, he didn't finish speaking, he paused and continued: "King Qinghe, the poor monk and others have been told the so-called evidence before they entered the palace, so where is the evidence now? ”

Duan Ling smiled, glanced at Duan Li'er, and glanced at Chen Xiaoyu on the side.

Li Qingluan stood up and called softly, "Xiaoyu." ”

Duan Li'er tugged at the corner of the young man's clothes again, Chen Xiaoyu answered, walked to the center of the main hall, and recited the code word.

The aura was imaging, and the picture of Shanzong looking at the Heavenly Mirror in the Sword Viewing Pavilion was presented again.

After a long silence, the projection ended, and the three Huaiyang Zen masters in the hall mourned in unison: "My Buddha is merciful, Amitabha." ”

After seeing the Silent Sect again through this projection, they were all deeply saddened.

As a result, the Qinghe Hall fell silent again.

After a moment, Silence paused, took a few steps forward, and gave a Zen salute to Duan Ling and the four sect masters, and said with a slight sense of shame: "My Buddha is merciful, the evidence is sincere, it is the poor monk and others who are offended, but I don't know if the king can let this little fishing donor go back to Huaiyang with me and the other three of us, and present the evidence of the aura imaging to the king of Huaiyang?" ”

"Huh? What's that? ”

Chen Xiaoyu and Duan Li'er just looked at each other and smiled, and when they heard the request of silence, they were suddenly dumbfounded.