When everyone dispersed, Li Xiangru saw that the broken cow tendon was gently shaking on the beam, and when his mind moved slightly, he pointed to the ground on tiptoe, jumped up, stretched out his hand, grabbed the cow tendon in his hand and tore it off, and then looked closely, only to see that the cow tendon has the thickness of the teacup mouth, which is composed of multiple rubbed together, the beef tendon is the hardest and most flexible thing, and the longer the time, the stronger the toughness, and it will not be easily broken. But Li Xiangru saw traces of sword cutting in the middle. Suddenly saw a small dart embedded in the wall of the main hall, Li Xiangru gently clamped the tail of the dart with his thumb and index finger, and pulled the dart out of the wall with a slight force.

He knew in his heart that he had made a move in advance, cutting the tendons of the cow to the point that he could only stretch the weight of the bell, and then used a hidden weapon to break the cut place when people were unprepared, causing the illusion that the bell was overwhelmed and fell on its own.

Li Xiangru pondered for a moment, then looked up carefully at the place where the big bell was hanging, and then knew that this person must have come for him. If you want to use the fall of the bell to smash yourself to death, even if you can't hurt yourself and hurt the rest of the disciples, as the temporary head of Wudang, you can't escape the blame for this kind of thing, and your image and status in the eyes of the master and all the disciples will inevitably be greatly reduced, and I can't tell you to cancel his temporary position.

"Who the hell is going to frame yourself like this?" his mind spun around. He asked himself that he was humble and low-key on weekdays, cautious in his words, and did not dare to be arrogant. But in the past few months since returning to Wudang, although he has been favored by his teachers, there are jealous people, envy people, and slanderers, but he has never been proud of his achievements, pampered and arrogant, perhaps because of his straightforward personality, he inadvertently offended people in his words, but he did not sow deep hatred.

Look at the place where the cow tendon is cut off, the trick of the calculator is quite good, whether it is the accuracy and strength, it is just right. But most of the Wudang disciples use hidden weapons are "purple cloud darts", and there are not a few good people in the Wudang faction who use hidden weapons, but there are not too many who can do this.

Li Xiangru was thinking in his mind, when Qinghai and a few disciples came over and said, "Senior Brother Xiangru, I and a few junior disciples have carefully investigated the surroundings and found nothing suspicious!"

Qingchun is the oldest of the Qingzi generation, about thirty-four or five years old this year, he only started ten years ago, and he is considered a halfway monk. Among the disciples of the Qingzi generation, the martial arts cultivation is relatively high, and Xun Yuhe has selected and taken them away, and the rest are the oldest, and the most mature and stable, so during this time, he assisted Li Xiangru in taking charge of the affairs of the sect.

After the bronze bell fell and the danger was resolved by Li Xiangru, he immediately led a few disciples to look around to see the cause. At this time, after the inspection was completed, he came back to report to Li Xiangru.

Li Xiangru paused, hid the beef tendon in his hand behind him, and said: "I just saw that because the days have passed, the beef tendon has rotted, so it is overwhelmed and broken by the big bell, there is nothing special. Aomine knew that he had always been honest and would not lie, so he no longer doubted it. At that moment, he found a long ladder and called seven or eight disciples to re-hang the bell with iron ropes to prevent similar things from happening again, and this time he ordered someone to find iron wire, twist it into an iron rope with the thickness of the mouth of a teacup, tie it to the top hole of the bell, and then firmly screw it on the huge beam with iron tongs to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Li Xiangru saw that Qingfeng and the others were busy and wanted to come forward to help, but several people said nothing and refused to work for him, Li Xiangru had no choice but to leave. Seeing that the sun was shining, noon was approaching, so he no longer went to the broken jade platform, so he went to the "Jing Si Hall", wanting to tell Yufeng Dao what happened in the morning.

After walking for a while, he pondered: "This matter is obviously done by the disciples in the sect, if it is known by Uncle Yufeng, he must order a serious investigation, and no matter who does it, he will definitely be punished heavily." Anyway, it didn't hurt anyone, but it was a false alarm, so it's better to leave this matter at that!" Thinking of this, he dispelled the idea of going to the Jingsi Hall and turned to the broken jade platform.

Gu Mufeng's plan failed, he was indignant in his heart, walked out of the main hall, walked away, and unconsciously came to the maple forest on the west side of Wudang Mountain.

Gu Mufeng leaned against a maple tree, thinking about the failure of the conspiracy he had painstakingly designed, and his heart burst into flames, half helpless and half hateful, wishing that Li Xiangru would die immediately. It turned out that he had seen the bronze bell hanging on Li Xiangru's head before, so he sneaked into the Sanqing Hall at night, performed the best light skills, jumped on the beam, lay on the beam, and used the sword to cut the cow tendon to almost stretch the weight of the bell, and when it was time for the morning class, he broke the cow tendon with the purple cloud dart, and the big bell fell from the top and smashed the boy surnamed Li to death. His martial arts secret weapon is considered a first-class level among the new generation of disciples in Wudang, coupled with the concealment of the law, so the cow tendon was really interrupted by the Ziyun dart, and the big bell really fell quickly.

Although he played wishful thinking, he never expected that Li Xiangru's internal strength and skills had improved by leaps and bounds since he practiced Taijiquan, and he used the ingenuity of Taiji magic to easily resolve the crisis, winning the applause of everyone. Xuan Gui has since looked at him differently.

Thinking of Xuan Gui's indifference to him, and thinking of his plummeting status, he became more and more angry, pulled out his long sword from his waist, and raised it like a maple tree with the thickness of a bowl.

Halfway through the swing of the sword, a long sigh was heard in my ears. Gu Mufeng stopped the sword in his hand, followed the sigh, walked two or three feet, and saw a purple-shirted girl sitting under the tree, her pink neck lowered, and the voice of sighing herself was made by her.

Gu Mufeng recognized this back and shouted, "Senior Sister Qingtong!" Qingtong suddenly heard someone calling, startled, hurriedly stood up, saw Gu Mufeng, his face turned red, and he turned around to leave.

Gu Mufeng stretched out his hand to hold her, and then hugged her in his arms. He lowered his head and kissed the young boy's cherry lips. Qingtong blushed and struggled desperately. Shouted, "Let go of me, let go of me." Twist your face to the side and keep your lips closed.

Gu Mufeng gasped heavily, hugged him tightly, and didn't say a word, no matter how much Qingtong struggled, he still couldn't escape his embrace. In a hurry, Qingtong raised his palm and slapped him hard, this slap was so heavy, there was a burst of crisp applause in the forest, Gu Mufeng didn't expect Qingtong to hit him, he was stunned for a while, and he couldn't help but let go of Qingtong.

He stammered, "You... You... You actually hit me?" Qing Tong was also stunned when he saw a red palm print on his handsome face, and then sobbed in a low voice.

Gu Mufeng stepped forward again to hold her soft and said, "Senior Sister Qingtong, you forgot about last night so quickly?"