"Breaking into Qingyun Peak is an unintentional offense by the juniors." Listening to these calm words, the white-haired old man's heart tightened, and he said, "The younger generation is here on the orders of the master...... Need. ”

"You are so bold, you dare to go up to my Qingyun Peak to ask for someone." The head of the sect smiled coldly and said, "Are you really so easy to bully as I am Qingyun Peak?" ”

"Juniors don't dare!" The white-haired old man replied respectfully: "The younger generation came here, but there was really a hardship, and I had to come." ”

The head of the house seemed to know some of the reasons, and after looking at him expressionlessly, he turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged Confucian students, and a very vague flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

"What the hell is going on? Why do you set your hands in this great temple? ”

The head's tone seemed calm, but the middle-aged Confucian students all secretly sweated, because they could all hear the anger of the head from these calm words.

The calm of the head at this time is no different from the calm before the storm.

"The head ......" The middle-aged Confucian swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said cautiously: "Here's the thing......"

"You come on." As soon as the middle-aged Confucian spoke, the faint words of the head came out again, moving his gaze to Elder Mo.

The middle-aged Confucian student's tone was stagnant, but he didn't dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction on his face. However, in his gaze, the anxious colors could not be concealed. If you look closely, there is a hint of fear in this anxiety.

"Head, this is the letter of Lingqing Gongyi's predecessors." Elder Mo took out the letter from the white-haired old man and handed it over.

The head of the house raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to take it, and after looking at it a few times, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said, "You Lingqing Palace has a big breath." ”

The white-haired old man and the thin old man looked bitter, but they didn't say anything to argue. Naturally, they would not and would not dare to touch his moldy head at this time

"The head, Fang Yan has admitted that those two people did die at his hands." The corners of Elder Mo's mouth also showed a helpless wry smile.

"Admit it?" After hearing this, the head of the house, who had been as calm as water, finally moved slightly on his face, and asked with some suspicion: "He admitted it himself." ”

"Yes, he confessed it himself." Elder Mo sighed in his heart, secretly saying that if you could come back earlier, I am afraid that things would not have fallen to such an irreparable state.

"What the hell is going on?" The tone of the head of the house finally couldn't be calmer anymore, it was a little cold, and people couldn't help but shiver when they heard it.

Elder Mo explained slowly, without adding oil or vinegar, nor distorting the facts, but told all the people from Lingqing Palace after entering this hall.

The head of the house listened quietly, and the expression on Chaochu's face had not changed, but slowly, his face became more and more cold.

Time passed slowly, and unconsciously, half an hour had passed, but Elder Mo had not finished speaking.

The white-haired old man and the thin old man stood quietly in place, waiting silently, not daring to show the slightest impatience on their faces. Although they couldn't wait to leave with the dialect at this time, the old man in front of them was not a middle-aged Confucian and others after all, how could they dare to be presumptuous.

"The head of the next thing should have also seen it, several senior brothers insisted on being alone with Fang Yan for some reason, and the disciples were worried that he would be hurt again and ruin Qingyun Peak's reputation, so they decided to protect him, but it's a pity that ......" Elder Mo shook his head bitterly and didn't say any more.

The head nodded slightly, but did not say anything. However, it could be seen from the cold look on his face that he was very angry at this time.

With his Taoism, how could he not know the little bit of caution in the hearts of Elder Han and the others? It's just that there are still people from Lingqing Palace here, and he doesn't want to be ugly anymore.

After a moment, he slowly turned around and quietly looked at the young man who he was a little unable to see. While looking at Fang Yan, the cold color on his face slowly faded, and he returned to his previous kind appearance again. The expression in his eyes slowly became calmer, and he looked at him silently.

Fang Yan lowered his head slightly, standing motionless, not daring to look at the terrifying figure in front of him. Don't even dare to look at him again.

At this time, he was worried, he didn't know if the appearance of this head would disrupt his plan. Will he do something he can't afford?

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere became a little weird, and it was terrifyingly quiet, and no one dared to make the slightest sound. Everyone was like a wooden pestle in place, motionless. Not even the atmosphere dared to gasp.

"You really killed those two?" After a while, the head of the house suddenly asked, and his voice returned to its previous calm.

Fang Yan's body trembled slightly, clenched his teeth, and remained silent. It's not that he doesn't dare to answer, it's that he doesn't know how to answer.

Not far away, the white-haired old man and the thin man who heard this frowned unconsciously, raised his head and glanced at Fang Yan, and quickly lowered his head again, without making any movement.

"Answer me, child." Seeing that Fang Yan was silent, the head of the house urged softly.

Fang Yan's breathing began to become rapid unconsciously, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, those two people were indeed killed by disciples." ”

Elder Mo glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth curled into a self-deprecating color.

The white-haired old man and the two were secretly relieved. If the tongues deny it at this time, they really don't know what to do.

The head of the sect looked at Fang Yan with a calm expression, and after a moment, he asked again, "Are you sure?" ”

Fang Yan's lowered head lowered a little more, and said, "Disciple is sure." ”

The head of the sect nodded slightly, and after a while, he sighed again and said, "Do you know what kind of responsibility you will bear after you admit this matter?" What will happen to you? ”

Fang Yan nodded silently, then fell silent.

"In that case, go with them and take your share of responsibility." The head of the sect gave him a complicated look, sighed again, and said, "You have been expelled from Qingyun Peak, and from this moment on, you are no longer a disciple of Qingyun Peak." What you do has nothing to do with Qingyun Peak. ”

Fang Yan's body trembled, and he glanced up at him, his gaze slightly glazed. He didn't expect that the head of the house would let him go so easily.

Before that, he had imagined more than once how he could break away from Qingyun Peak. However, when he really heard such words now, for some reason, a strange emotion suddenly and inexplicably appeared in his heart.

Is it reluctant? Fang Yan stood in place with a blank expression, looking a little overwhelmed.

Behind the "head ......", Elder Mo seemed to be a little unbearable.

The head of the sect stretched out his hand to interrupt her words, looking at Fang Yan's dull gaze, he sighed again, and then with a movement of his palm, a black pill floated in front of Fang Yan.

"Take it, it's going to be useful for your injuries."

The tongue reached out and took it, swallowing it into his belly. Afterwards, he felt a significant reduction in pain in his body. The injuries haven't eased much, but at least they don't have to be as painful as before.

"Thank you seniors for your success." In the distance, the white-haired old man spoke out at a very timely time. The heart that had been hanging in my heart was finally put down.

The head of the house did not respond, as if he had not heard.

The white-haired old man didn't care, looked at the dialect, and waited quietly in place. Although the head of the house had agreed, he didn't dare to go and bring people. After all, what the head of the house just said was to let him go with them, not let them take him away.

Although the meaning of the two sentences is to let him go, the meaning is different from another angle.

In the former sentence, the decision is in the Lingqing Palace, and in the latter sentence, the decision is in the dialect. As long as the dialects stood still, they did not dare to come forward and lead people.

The middle-aged Confucian stood motionless, secretly glancing at the dialect, and his heart was bitter. Through the meaning of the words just now, he can conclude that he is wrong this time.

After feeling the pain in his body subside, Fang Yan bowed to the head of the house, and slowly walked towards the white-haired old man.

"Kid ......"

Just as he was about to bypass the head of the house, a small mosquito-like voice suddenly sounded in his ears. The sound is small, but it is crystal clear.

"Although I don't know why you have to admit this, I hope you don't hold a grudge against Qingyunfeng. Because, there are many things that we can't help ourselves, and there are many things that you can't understand now. ”

The head of the house was a little helpless, a little bitter, and a little regretful.

Fang Yan's body froze, then nodded lightly and continued on his way.

Seeing Fang Yan come over, the white-haired old man exhaled lightly and wanted to step forward to answer. But as soon as he took two steps, he was stunned again, his eyes were stunned, and he stared ahead with a puzzled expression.

Four or five feet in front of him, the dialect that was originally coming towards him suddenly turned around and walked towards the Elder Mo on the side with a blank face.

Elder Mo frowned, looking at Fang Yan with some puzzlement.

Not only him, but everyone in the field, including the head of the house, showed a surprised look on their faces, obviously not understanding what Fang Yan wanted to do.

However, no one asked or stopped him, just watched him quietly.

Fang Yan stood still half a zhang away from Elder Mo, looked up at Elder Mo, and after a moment, he laughed, a little far-fetched, a little desolate.

Then he knelt down.

Kowtowed three times.

Then get up and leave.

Not a word was spoken.

Silence is better than sound here.

Elder Mo's eyes moistened, and he looked at Fang Yan's back intently.

The head slowly closed his eyes and let out another long sigh.

Fang Yanxing walked in front of the white-haired old man and said softly, "Senior, let's go." ”

"The juniors are retiring." The white-haired old man bowed respectfully towards the head of the house, and quickly left with a dialect.