The Penal Law Hall, the most solemn institution of the Arashiyama Sect, is located on the west side of the mountain, can only accept the sunset, and can never be bathed in the morning light, and now it is dusk, and the sunset has smeared the entire hall with a layer of dark red, making it look solemn and solemn.

The hall is not very large and has only three floors.

The first floor is the place where the many Arashiyama sect disciples who are responsible for taking care of this place are located, the second floor is the interrogation room, and the third floor is where the sect files are stored.

Now on the second floor of this criminal law hall with a size of dozens of zhang, it can be said that it is overcrowded, which is very different from the bleak situation on weekdays.

Above the high hall, a big man in his forties sat with his chin in one hand. This person is none other than Zhao Tianji, the master of the Criminal Law Hall. At this moment, his eyes were like an eagle looking down, a bearded man who was tied up with five flowers.

And this bearded man, who Beihe had seen that day, was the one who Yan Jun called Liang's junior brother.

Around the two of them, many figures stood crowded, most of them were Elder Yan Hong's disciples and family members.

Of course, there are also some people from the Arashiyama Sect Criminal Law Hall, who are also separated from each other.

Now Beihe, standing under Zhao Tianji, looking at the beard that was tied up and couldn't move, his heart was quite shocked, it seemed that this was the murderer of Elder Yan Hong. However, he was not surprised by this, after all, this person was the murderer, which was also in line with his original speculation.

In addition to Zhao Tianji, what Beihe cares about the most is an old man with silver hair, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and looking seventy or eighty years old sitting in the guest seat.

This old man is Jiang Muyuan, the sect leader of the Lanshan Sect.

Don't look at this person, he seems to be seventy or eighty years old, but his actual age is already more than a hundred years old, and he is a martial artist who has reached the virtual realm for many years.

Elder Yan Hong's death was enough to infuriate this sect master. After all, Elder Yan Hong was one of the Void Realm martial artists of the Lanshan Sect, and he could be called a pillar of existence.

Now Jiang Muyuan's eyes tapped lightly, as if he had fallen into a false sleep, and he couldn't see any joy, anger and sorrow just from his face.

In the entire penal hall, although there were many people, it was silent and filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

Everyone's eyes almost all fell on the bearded man who was tied up with five flowers, especially the many disciples and family members of Elder Yan Hong, if their eyes could kill, this person would have been cut by a thousand knives.

At this moment, but heard a hysterical growl from the beard.

"No, it's not me!"

This person's eyes were red, and the bloodshot all over was even more serious than Yan Jun that day. Not only that, its body trembled, showing the anger in its heart.

"Not you?"

In the next breath, a lean man stood in front of the bearded man, looked at him and asked rhetorically.

This person was none other than Yan Jun, the eldest disciple of Elder Yan Hong.

As soon as the words fell, he continued: "It's not you, why is there a special rice paper for the Fengguo royal family hidden in your room." It's not you, why are carrier pigeons coming in and out of your house? It's not you, why would you find this thing under the cliffs of the back mountain that you often pass by. ”

After three sentences in a row, Yan Jun slammed the object in his hand towards the foot of his beard and made a loud sound.

If you look closely, it is a metal thing that looks like a long whip.

The thing has a thick grip with a small end and a triangular groove at the very top.

The moment he saw this thing, Bei He's pupils shrank, because he recognized it at a glance that this thing was the three-cone whip, and Elder Yan Hong died under this thing.

Not only that, he also saw black blood stains at the apex of the three-cone whip, if this beard was really a murderer, then this and the blood stains on the three-cone whip, nine times out of ten, belonged to Elder Yan.

As Yan Jun's three rhetorical questions fell, many of Elder Yan's disciples and family members had even more resentment in their eyes, and almost all of them wanted to give their beards to their hands with their own hands.

"I don't know what rice paper is in the Fengguo Imperial Court, and I don't know what carrier pigeons are, and this thing has nothing to do with me. The beard looked at the tricone at his feet and roared.

"Now that the evidence is conclusive, you still can't quibble. Yan Jun was also annoyed.

"The master treats me like a mountain, how could I, Liang Gongyun, do such a thing, I was framed. There were tears in his eyes.

"Hugh is going to act again, and I still have the most conclusive evidence. "But listen to Yan Jun.

As soon as the words fell, he stepped forward, grabbed the shirt on the chest of the beard, and tore it violently.

"Shhhh

The beard's shirt was torn open, and everyone saw a fist-sized red brand on his chest, which was an eagle.

Yan Jun's three rhetorical questions before, Zhao Tianji, the master of the Criminal Law Hall, were indifferent, but after seeing the eagle brand on his beard and chest, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

Even Bei He, who was next to this person, also looked moved.

He recognized the imprint as a mark unique to the people of the Toyokuni royal family, a status symbol.

When this thing was displayed in front of everyone's eyes by Yan Jun without concealment, his beard was flushed, and his teeth were even more clumsy.

"Not what you think. "Just listen to him yell.

"Hmph, the people of the Fengguo Imperial Court actually mixed into my Lanshan Sect. Yan Jun snorted coldly, his eyes full of coldness.

"My life master knows, I entered the Lanshan Sect at the age of seventeen, but before entering the Lanshan Sect, my father was a marquis of Fengguo, but at that time he was framed by the gangsters in the court, my Liang family can be said to be ruined, and I can only flee from Fengguo with my family, and finally I was accepted by the master. Therefore, I can't even hate Fengguo, how could I collude with Fengguo and murder my master. ”

"Smack!"

As soon as this person's words fell, Yan Jun slapped him in the face.

The slap was powerful, the bearded head was thrown to the side, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a "wow", and even two teeth were fanned out.

"I'll tear you to pieces. ”

Yan Jun grabbed the shirt of the beard, pulled him in front of him, and said viciously.

"No...... Be...... I. ”

The beard was clenched with blood-stained teeth, his eyes widened angrily, and he said the same word in the face of Yan Jun.

Seeing this scene, Beihe shook his head and sighed.

Now it can be said that the evidence is conclusive, and as for the appearance of a wronged beard, anyone can perform it. has been by Lu Hou's side for many years, and he has seen a lot in the world, and some people have done it in order to survive, let alone acting, even if they kill their mothers and wives.

And to let this bearded man tell the truth, the criminal law hall has a way.

Sure enough, on the second floor of the Criminal Law Hall, a tragic scene was staged.