"Stop! he was in my room last night!" Princess Yuzhen said. Several people present were stunned at the same time. Ying Feiyang was even more confused, and just wanted to say something, but was stopped by Princess Yuzhen's eyes.

"Ahem. Zhang Shouzhi coughed dryly twice and said embarrassedly: "This, I don't know what he was doing in the princess's room last night?"

Princess Yuzhen's lips and feet rose slightly, and she sneered: "What will a man and a woman do at night, if Senior Brother Zhang doesn't know, you might as well ask the two female disciples you raised in Renhefang, the female believer raised in Guangli Fang, and the female crowns in Fengqingguan who talk with you about mysteries until late at night." ”

"Ahem, ahem. When Zhang Shouzhi heard that the scandal had been exposed, he was angry and not easy to attack, and he coughed even more violently, and only after suppressing the fire in his heart did he speak: "What does the princess mean by what she said? ”

"Well, you really think that no one knows what you did, and no one cares about you now. Sun Changji interrupted Zhang Shouzhi's confession, patted Ying Feiyang's shoulder, and the rope on Ying Feiyang's body instantly withered and fell off, and at the same time glanced at Princess Yuzhen, and said in a strange manner: "After the master, there are apprentices to follow, and Senior Brother Ying really has the true inheritance of the sword crown, which is very powerful." ”

Du Ruhui also bowed his hand to Ying Feiyang, and apologized embarrassedly: "The master was killed, and I will inevitably be excited to do things as a disciple, so I didn't figure it out before I made a move, and please don't blame Senior Brother Ying." When he spoke, he looked at Ying Feiyang's gaze with a little more regret.

In their opinion, everything makes sense. Princess Yuzhen is commented on outside, she is not a moral lady, she was in love with Gu Jiansheng in the past but there was no result, and now it is normal for Aiwu and Wu's empathy to be flying. It has long been rumored that Ying Feiyang is the new face of Princess Yuzhen, so she will be taken care of by the princess, and now it seems that the rumors are not groundless.

As for Ying Feiyang, the young man is vigorous, and the charm of Princess Yuzhen's still exists, and it is normal to not be able to hold it, but it is a pity that he indulged in lust at a young age, and spoiled this excellent talent. Fang Cai didn't answer their questions for a long time, and the young man was thin-skinned and unwilling to say this in public, in short, it was just a misunderstanding.

Although Ying Feiyang was relieved of the siege by Princess Yuzhen, he was also quite embarrassed, his eyes couldn't help but dodge, he turned his head to stare at a gap-like sword mark in the hall, and his thoughts spread with the sword mark, "Now it seems that it is indeed Uncle He who is the most suspicious, he left the senior brother's residence a moment before me, could it be that he took advantage of this time to return to the Shangqing faction and kill Sima Zhenren?"

But then he denied this speculation, "Although the poems left by Uncle He are murderous, most of them are because they are among the top masters, and it is more important to fight the momentum before the fight. He himself has no grievances or enmity with Sima Zhenren, so it should be impossible for him to be so ruthless. ”

Ying Feiyang thought about it, staring at the staggered sword marks on the wall, and suddenly noticed an indescribable sense of incongruity, and then his eyes lit up, and he changed to the posture of a completely selfless swordsman, in his eyes, the sword moves on the wall also seemed to be turned around, breaking through the wall, engraved in his mind.

Princess Yuzhen covered up the past for Ying Feiyang at this time, and when she saw Sima Chengzhen's body, she couldn't help but snort, her eyes were red, but Xu was born in the palace and was used to seeing life and death, so she recovered her normal color faster than the three of them, and said: "Who else knows about the death of the master?"

Zhang Shouzhi said: "Everyone who knows is here, and after we heard the news, we sent our cronies and disciples to guard the Heart Cultivation Palace, one to prevent the news from leaking, and the other to prevent the clues left in the field from being destroyed."

Princess Yuzhen nodded, quite satisfied with their arrangement, and said, "Then did you let the imperial brother know about this matter?"

Zhang Shouzhi hesitated: "This ...... When the master was killed, he took the senior brother as the leader, and he should be responsible for negotiating with the people in the palace. ”

Before he finished speaking, Sun Changji snorted coldly: "At this time, you think of the elder brother as the elder, why didn't you say this when you competed for the position of the head of the sect in the past, you didn't do less to enter and leave the high pavilion and make friends with the minister, no one in the palace knows you Zhang Xianchang." Why should the people in the palace have to be negotiated by the senior brother?"

"It's quite undignified for the master to die like this, and we always need to think of a good rhetoric to avoid the saint's blame!" Zhang Shouzhi defended.

Sun Changji was even more angry when he heard this: "The master's revenge has not been avenged, you are worried about whether it will affect the emperor's grace and wealth in the future, you are far-sighted!"

Zhang Shouzhi was repeatedly squeezed by him, and his heart was also furious, and he scolded: "As a member of the Shangqing faction, I naturally have to think about the long-term of the sect, but you, you said that everyone knows about me, who can you hide from your thoughts? The master is dead, you are the most sad, but is this because of the love of master and apprentice, or is it because of other feelings?"

There was a sentence in the words, which made Sun Changjijun's face turn iron-blue, and he was so angry that he grabbed a spell and said in a trembling voice, "Zhang Shouzhi, you are looking for death!" Zhang Shouzhi was not afraid, and picked up his hand and said: "Do you have the strength not to arrest He Guqiu, but to use your skills here?"

"Quiet! don't disturb me!" At this moment, a simple sentence came out, the tone was flat, but with a breathtaking coercion, the hearts of the two people who were burning in anger seemed to be poured with cold water, and their hearts were cold, and they generally stopped the quarrel in accordance with this order, and looked at the speaker together, and the person who happened was Ying Feiyang!

Ying Feiyang didn't look at them, the whole person was lying on the wall, groping for the sword marks on the wall, his eyes were like fire burning in the ice, and he was cold and fanatical. Everyone present had seen the world, but they also found this gaze terrifying.

At this time, Ying Feiyang suddenly drew his sword and danced, Sun Changji was afraid that he would disrupt the affairs of the room, and was about to stop him, but Du Ruhui grabbed Sun Changji, shook his head and said, "Let him come." ”

The four of them saw that Ying Feiyang's sword dance was slow and weak, and it was not a constant correction of mistakes, it seemed that even a child who was a beginner in sword learning was inferior, and sometimes it was as if he had forgotten his sword moves, and he was about to stop dancing with two swords, and looked at the wall for a long time, but he mixed with an indescribable concentration, which made people can't bear to interrupt.

After the unruly round of sword dance, Ying Feiyang put away the sword, and said with a sigh of relief: "Did you see it? Sima Zhenren really wasn't killed by Uncle He!"

"What do you see?" several people looked at each other, unclear. Ying Feiyang seemed to be more surprised than them, and said with wide eyes: "Don't you understand?" Looking at the puzzled expressions of the three people, Ying Feiyang then let out a long sigh, but somehow, this sigh fell into the ears of Sun Changji, Zhang Shouzhi, and Du Ruhui, but it was unspeakably harsh.

"That's it, let me confirm a few things first, the residences of several Dao Masters are not far from Sima Zhenren, haven't you heard the sound of fighting?"

Sun Changji replied: "What's so strange about this, since the other party dares to go straight to the Shangqing Temple, he must have laid a spell to isolate the sound." ”

"Uncle He was born in the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and I haven't heard that he can also spell!"

"When you walk outside, you always have some unknown means, and besides, the technique of isolating sound is not difficult. It is not difficult for He Gu to learn it. ”

"That Sima Zhenren's magic and swordsmanship are all first-class, why doesn't he cast spells, there are only sword marks in the hall, and there are no traces of spells?"

The three of them were suspicious, but soon had an answer, Zhang Shouzhi replied: "He Guqiang should have other helpers, this person is good at spells, not only cast the technique of sound insulation, but also set up a formation similar to the Qiankun Lock Yuan Array, locking the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the Heart Cultivation Palace, so that the master can not use the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to cast spells, that's right! There must be more than one person who killed the master, otherwise even if the swordsmanship is not as good as He Gu Poor, the master will definitely have a way to get out!"

"Well, I still have a question, the sword inserted in Sima Zhenren's chest, if I remember correctly, should be Sima Zhenren's matching sword, right?"

"That's right, that 'Indisputable Sword' was made by the master himself. ”

"Okay, then you come in and see!" Ying Feiyang called, a few people hesitated, but still entered the hall, in addition to the sword marks, there were also footprints on the sunken bluestone floor, different shades, densely arranged.

Ying Feiyang said: "When masters compete, not the slightest trace of true qi can be wasted, so the footprints that appear on the ground and leave sword marks on the wall prove that the competition has entered the stage of judging life and death, and the lightest footprints left on the field are here." Ying Feiyang said, pointing to the floor, and there were indeed two pairs of shallow footprints on the ground, "Do you know which one is Sima Zhenren's footprint?"

"This!" Sun Changji pointed his hand and said firmly, serving Sima Chengzhen for decades, no one in the world knows the size and size of Sima Zhenren's shoes better than him.

Ying Feiyang nodded, pointed to a pair of footprints and said, "Then this is the place where Sima Zhenren was killed by the sword." At this point, the footprints were already a few inches deep into the ground, and the edges of the footprints were no longer as neat as a knife cut, but spread out small cracks, obviously after the sword, the true qi was leaking everywhere.

Not far from the footprints, there was a pool of blood, and a bloody sword hole was also carved out of the wall behind the footprints. This is the place where Sima Chengzhen died, after killing Sima Chengzhen, the murderer pulled out his sword, and used Sima Chengzhen's indisputable sword to nail the original owner of the sword to the imperial plaque.

Then, Ying Feiyang stood on the shallowest footprint left by Sima Chengzhen, coughed twice, and said with a little embarrassment: "Three Dao Masters, who among you are a little good at swordsmanship." ”

The three of them were silent for a moment, and Du Ruhui stepped forward and said, "Let's come with me, I have used swords before, but they are all simple swordsmanship in martial arts." ”

Ying Feiyang nodded and said, "It's okay, the next few moves, Daoist Du should also see it clearly and keep it in mind." Saying that, Ying Feiyang drew his sword again and danced, his feet moved, from shallow to deep, each foot stepped on Sima Chengzhen's footprints, until Sima Chengzhen died before the sword stopped, and said to Du Ruhui: "How many times has the Taoist chief been there?"

Du Ruhui gestured a few more times before he arrived: "I can barely get a look." ”

Ying Feiyang said: "The shape is enough, I don't know if there is any room in the temple with the same size as the Heart Cultivation Palace, please lend me one?"

Du Ruhui became more and more confused by Ying Feiyang's behavior, but he still replied honestly: "The Mingguang Hall behind the Heart Cultivation Hall is the same as here. ”

"Okay, then after arriving at the Mingguang Palace, the truth will naturally be clear. Ying Feiyang said confidently. Saying that, Ying Feiyang knelt down to Sima Chengzhen's corpse and bowed reverently, and said silently in his heart: "Sima Zhenren, by your love for passing on the sword, before you have time to return, it is heaven and man forever separated, Ying Feiyang will use this sword to find out the real murderer, mourn your soul!"