The middle-aged man smiled freely, his face full of mockery.

"I hope that after seeing the evidence, the shopkeeper can still be so upright. The middle-aged man in the green shirt turned around and shouted to the villagers under the steps: "Bring Xu Laoer's body and his widow and children up." ”

The angry crowd parted into a wide aisle that could accommodate several people in parallel, and in the distance two strong men carried a long board on which was a dried corpse.

A woman in the prime of her life had red and swollen eyes, crying as she walked, dressed in a gray linen dress, carrying a longboard to the side and following two strong men, holding a five or six-year-old child in her hand.

"The evidence is here, can you let them go up to the front of the pavilion?" the middle-aged man in the green shirt looked at Hua Ji and asked.

When Hanaji saw the corpse, he secretly said that it was bad.

He knew this Xu Lao Er, as the shopkeeper of Xingchen Pavilion, he had a record of all the warriors who entered the pavilion in the past six months, plus his ability to never forget, he had memories of all the warriors who had come to Xingchen Pavilion to work.

This warrior who responded to work yesterday is dead today, how can it not make people suspicious of Xingchen Pavilion.

"Curator, let them come up. Hua Ji said to Hongyuan, although he was very angry in his heart, he knew that no one would believe in him now, and he only hoped that there was some flaw in their actions that he could debunk.

Ying Hongyuan heard the sound and gave way to the passage, he was never afraid of fighting, but this kind of chat was still handed over to someone who was good at it.

The two strong men gently placed the longboard in front of the pavilion, and after the woman saluted the strong man, she turned her head to look at Hua Ji, her eyes were full of hatred, and her angry voice was trembling: "Give my husband back." ”

When the five or six-year-old child was ignorant, he hugged his mother's leg, looked at Hua Ji timidly, and sometimes looked at the corpse lying on the longboard with his eyes, as if wondering why his father couldn't get out of bed.

The widow was so emotional that there was no way to narrate, and the middle-aged man began to guide.

"Yesterday, Xu Lao Er answered your Xingchen Pavilion room, yes or no!" he stepped forward a few steps forward and asked with Hua Ji.

"Yes. ”

"Well, there is but dang. The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the woman and said softly, "Mrs. Xu, please tell everyone how the honorable husband died." ”

The woman said with a sad face: "Yesterday, after my father-in-law returned from the cultivation of Xingchen Pavilion, he said that he was not feeling well, and asked me to make some light porridge and side dishes, but before the slave family finished cooking, the father-in-law died in bed. ”

The woman said about the injury, tears flowed, the child saw the mother crying, also cried, the woman knelt on the ground, hugged the child and cried, looking extremely miserable.

Hua Ji's expression remained unchanged, since he had already decided that the other party was going to slander Xingchen Pavilion, it was meaningless to sympathize with orphans and widows, but to find out the mistakes and omissions in the other party's words.

"What else do you have to say? The woman couldn't cry, so the middle-aged man in the green shirt became the woman's spokesperson again, pointing to Hua Ji's nose and asked.

"Ridiculous!" Hua Ji didn't give in, and said loudly: "My Xingchen Pavilion has been open for more than half a year, and nearly a thousand warriors have worked, and this has never happened." ”

"If there is really something poisonous about my Star Pavilion, why are all the nearly a thousand martial artists in the past unharmed, you can go and ask these martial artists who have come to my Star Pavilion to answer the door if they have similar symptoms. Hanaji pointed to the crowd at the bottom of the stairs, confident.

As the movement of the Xingchen Pavilion became bigger and bigger, there were more and more people watching the excitement, and a large number of residents gathered at the foot of the steps, many of which were warriors who had come to the Xingchen Pavilion to work, and with them, the innocence of the Xingchen Pavilion could be proven.

Hua Ji felt that the biggest failure of the middle-aged man this time was to make such a big fuss, as long as the former martial artists were willing to stand up and correct them, their slander of the Star Pavilion would have no place.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt sneered, and said with kindness: "Okay, then I will ask if they are really safe and sound after cultivating in your Star Pavilion." ”

The middle-aged man came to the junction between the platform and the steps, and shouted to the crowd, "Warriors who have worked in the Star Pavilion, please raise your hands." ”

In the crowd, more than a dozen arms were raised high, attracting everyone's attention.

"Shopkeeper Hua, come and recognize them, these people are warriors who have come to your Star Pavilion to work. The middle-aged man said to Hua Ji, angry.

Hua Ji walked to the side of the middle-aged man, carefully distinguishing the warriors who raised their hands, and after a while, he found out: "This one here, the last warrior on the west side, and the strong man in the distance, have not come to my Xingchen Pavilion to work, please put your hands down." ”

The warrior who was ordered put down his twisted hand, and then jumped out of the crowd with his head down.

After careful checking, Hua Ji finally had thirteen warriors left, and he said to the middle-aged man: "These are all martial artists who have come to my Star Pavilion to work, you can ask questions to see if they are safe and sound." ”

He had never been so grateful that he had a super memory.

The other party's trick was nothing more than to let a few warriors who had worked in the future mix in it to discredit him, but after being pointed out by himself one by one, this poisonous plan was broken.

The middle-aged man in Qingshan looked at Hua Ji deeply, and asked loudly with deep meaning: "Shopkeeper Hua, are you sure that these people are all martial artists who have come to your Star Pavilion to work?"

Hua Ji nodded and said loudly: "This shopkeeper is very sure. ”

Seeing through the scheme, he looked extremely confident.

The middle-aged man pointed at one of the martial artists and asked loudly, "Answer me, after the cultivation of the Star Pavilion, has there been any change in the dantian and aura?" ”

The warrior Hua Ji knew that he was a porter of the docks, and he would come to the Star Pavilion every morning to try his luck, and if he could be chosen, the reward of ten gold coins would be worth carrying his bag at the dock for three days.

Hua Ji had chosen him twice, and this person's grateful appearance still lingered in his mind, he would definitely be able to correct the name of Xingchen Pavilion, and Hua Ji was full of confidence.

The villain has worked in the Xingchen Pavilion twice, and after each practice, he only feels that his body has been hollowed out, and he has no strength to carry his bag, and it takes more than ten days to recover. The honest laborer's face was ashamed and indignant, as if he had been greatly wronged.

But the reality is always unsatisfactory, Hanaji only felt a burst of dizziness, anger out of departure, trembling and raising his fingers, so angry that even his voice was trembling.

"You're lying!"

Hanaji couldn't believe how the grateful, almost kneeling man, could say such a thing.

"Shopkeeper Hua, please control your emotions, maybe he is extremely weak, I don't just listen to one person. Hearing such favorable remarks, the middle-aged man became very fair.

As he spoke, the middle-aged man pointed to a martial artist and asked.

"I went to the Star Pavilion once, and I vowed never to go again, because after cultivating, I felt that all the spiritual energy was sucked away, and it would take several days to recover. "This is a tea lord, who is a friendly man, how could he say such a thing.

The middle-aged man was expressionless and pointed at another person.

"I used to cultivate to the peak of the mortal realm, after going to the Star Pavilion once, my cultivation regressed, three months have passed, I still haven't reached the peak of the mortal realm, the Star Pavilion sacrifices the black heart magic weapon, and I return my cultivation!"

"And me, my cultivation has also regressed after going to the Star Pavilion. ”

One, two, three. There were thirteen martial artists, and everyone was adamant in unison, that every time they cultivated, their cultivation would suffer a great loss.

Every person who was called to speak would cause the crowd to exclaim, and in turn they would turn their hateful gaze on Hanayoshi.

Even the little child who was held in the widow's arms, with tears on his face still dry, said to him childishly: "Bad guy, bad guy." ”

Looking at the excitement of the crowd in front of him, Hua Ji's eyes were in a trance, and his heart seemed to be gouged out, and he muttered: "No, it's not like this, they lie, they lie." ”

The middle-aged man looked at Hua Ji's chaotic appearance, and took a few steps closer and asked: "Lie, they are martial artists who have cultivated in your Xingchen Pavilion, and they have nothing to do with Xu Lao Er, if it weren't for the fact that your Xingchen Pavilion is really vicious and ruthless, how dare they offend you!"