Taoist chanting

Chapter 301

Sitting down generously, he spoke humbly with clichés. He probably knew why the head of the Bian family, Bian Wuguo, and Daoist Bian came here. temper.

On the surface, he is upright, but behind his back, he does some hidden tricks.

Zhang Wenfeng leaned forward and tapped the coffee table twice with his fingers, expressing his gratitude to the guardian for pouring tea for him.

Take a sip of the tea cup, the taste is almost different from the spiritual tea I tasted in Yunqiu Heyingfang last time.

Returning sweetness to produce body fluid, articulate lingering fragrance, a ray of cool aura diffuses in the body.

He stayed in the ground for three months, and the ten tea seeds he bought had no chance to grow into autumn seedlings. He could only wait for the spring to grow seedlings. Next year, he might be able to harvest a catty or two of autumn tea to satisfy his hunger.

After drinking a cup of spiritual tea, he put down the cup and waited for Bian Wu Guo to make trouble.

The soldiers came to cover up the water and the soil. He originally thought that the lights would be extinguished when people died. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Let things go peacefully. If the other party is aggressive, he is not prepared to show face to the other party. bound by the law.

Bian Wuguo chatted with Xie Moling, looked at the calm young man, and said with a smile: "Zhang Xiaoyou, may I know you and your nephew Bian Zhengfeng?"

Hearing the other party's words, Zhang Wenfeng knew that things could not be good today, so he didn't take advantage of this verbal trap, and said with a smile: "Daoist Bian, you have something urgent, please just say it straight, Zhang sees a lot of people every day, and he nods a little Forget about it, you really don’t necessarily know each other.”

"Okay, okay, I was rude."

Bian Wuguo hit a soft nail, he didn't expect that young people nowadays would dare to talk to him like this.

He wanted to learn from others by making a name for himself, and put things on the table to persuade the other party with his status.

Who knew that the other party would not accept his tricks, it was a miscalculation.

"On the evening of September [-]th, someone saw you, a barefoot woman in a black skirt, and a black donkey enter the Qianluo Mountains and fly towards Yijianxia. Can you tell me where you rested that night? "

Bian Wuguo didn't show any sign of anger on his face, he changed his strategy and continued to ask.

Xie Moling smiled and listened, he didn't intervene, ever since he knew that there was a barefoot woman wearing a "treat each other with courtesy" jade plaque in the fairy temple, under the ancient's instruction, he made a survey of Zhang Wenfeng's whereabouts and past investigation.

The situation he had grasped included some things Bian Wuguo knew, and he also wanted to know how Zhang Wenfeng would answer.

"It was late that day, so I rested at Tingfeng Rock in Yijian Gorge."

Zhang Wenfeng admitted frankly that the other party made it clear that he would be wronged by three points if he kept hiding it.

He knew that Hufa Xie was not a monk from the Hanhua Pavilion, and that the monks in the free environment of the major sects could not hold the position of the Daolu branch in the state where the sect was located, except for the capital city.

"On the second day, that is, the morning of September [-]th, are you in the Yijianxia area?"

"We left the Qianluo Mountains at about [-]:[-] p.m.."

"Then may I ask, before you left, did you meet the two men and women of the Gradient Realm cultivator in the Yanhua Pavilion?"

"At about a quarter of Chen's time, our treasure hunt was fruitless. When we were resting on a small hill, we exchanged a few words with two male and female monks who flew from the east. Both sides were safe and sound. They fell in the direction of Yijianxia. Let's continue Looking for spiritual medicine."

Zhang Wenfeng briefly talked about the conversation with Bian Zhengfeng.

Bian Wuguo's face turned cold, and he shouted: "Since you met by chance, and you have no conflict of interest or enmity with each other, why do you want to kill the two of them? You can't quibble, Tingfengyan left a corpse that you killed with a sword. There is more than one trace."

Guided step by step, he only needs to confirm that Zhang Wenfeng and Bian Zhengfeng meet near Yijian Gorge.

No one was born, no corpse was seen when dead, he guessed that his nephew would fight with the other party, of course he would accuse the other party of all the crimes and avenge his nephew, a little guy who didn't have the strength of a strong sect, what would he use to fight him?

Zhang Wenfeng looked at Xie Moling who was silent all this time, cupped his hands and said, "Ask Protector Xie, in the territory of Da'an Dynasty, a monk from a sect aristocratic family knew the law and violated the law, arranged formations to besiege and robbed the prefect, how should he be punished?"

Xie Moling restrained her smile and said in a serious voice: "If the situation is true, the cultivation should be abolished and punished with death!" Glancing at the frowning Bian Wuguo, he said: "And punish his family for the crime of 'not raising or teaching'."

"Thank you, Lord Protector, for your clarification."

Zhang Wenfeng handed his identity token to Xie Moling with both hands, and said: "This is the situation recorded by my subordinates at the beginning, please thank the guardian to seize it!"

Xie Moling took the identity token, he knew that this shrewd guy had left evidence, his spiritual sense penetrated into the token to check, he didn't choose to make the video public, the matter has not reached that point yet, for Bian Wuguo, a cultivator in a comfortable state Save two points of face.

Bian Wuguo really went to the wrong door for daring to insult his subordinates like this.

Soon after "listening" to the record with no video but only sound, he took out a Lingyu, transferred the video, and returned the ID card to Zhang Wenfeng. He did not erase the evidence inside the ID card.

"Brother Bian, take a look at this 'image' first."

Bian Wuguo took the Lingyu and finished it with a blank expression. He returned the Lingyu to Xie Moring, squinted his eyes at the young Taoist priest opposite, and said with a sneer: "From the analysis of the dialogue in the video, it is that Ni Mi who is fueling the flames and bewitching you." Bian Zhengfeng did something stupid."

There is only half of the sub-image, and there is no follow-up part of the battle.

He downplayed all the crimes and pushed all the crimes on the female monk of the Yanhua Pavilion back then, anyway, there is no proof of death.

He didn't believe that Xie Moring only intercepted half of the video to show him, he and Xie Moring had no feud.

Not to mention that kid can produce a new video evidence?
In a very bad mood, Bian Zhengfeng, who secretly scolded the dead ball, is a rotten piece of wood, and he did such a stupid thing to embarrass the family.

Zhang Wenfeng took out a small black iron sword from his cuff. It was his ID card for patrolling the wind when he was ordered to perform missions in the wilderness. After the Battle of Guizailing, the sword-shaped ID cards of all the monks were not collected. As a commemorative instrument for the monks who participated in the battle to keep, the donkey often hangs its gray sword-shaped token around its neck to show off silently.

Xie Moring once again took over the black iron sword that recorded the following part of the video. The young man was very angry.

He looked at it for a while and was a little embarrassed, so he had to think of a way to turn around.

He didn't want to leave future troubles for his promising subordinates. It's understandable for young people to be impulsive, but it's not a good thing to offend a monk in the comfort zone.

Bian Wuguo just looked at Xie Moling's face, and knew that the insidious boy presented evidence against him.

He was not so stupid to sit and wait for another slap in the face, stood up, cupped his hands at Xie Moling and said, "Suddenly remembered that there is another important matter that needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. Xie Xie forgives me, next time Bian will treat guests and apologize! Resign!"

Xie Moring took advantage of the opportunity to return the black iron sword to Zhang Wenfeng, and hurriedly got up to see it off, saying: "Brother Bian, please go to work first, come to drink tea when you are free, neglect, neglect."

"Where, where."

The two walked out politely, there were some things that were tacitly understood, and they would not get to the bottom of it.

Both Bian Zhengfeng and the other woman were dead, so even if the Bian family was to be "raised or not educated", it would be irrelevant.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and got up to see him off, he knew it would be such a messy result.

He has heard from Yun Qiuhe about Xie Hufa's temperament and behavior. He can protect his subordinates, has a smooth temper, and is good at handling complicated relationships.

Otherwise, Hufa Xie is the one who handles the big and small affairs of the state, and Mr. Yuanzheng seldom shows up.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't want to get entangled with Bian Wuguo who wanted to find out what happened to him after finding some clues. His status was not superior, so he could only rely on Xie Hufa's momentum to crucify the case once and for all.

Such a shameless Freedom Cultivator, with solid evidence, still wants to mess around.

He also opened his eyes, but fortunately he saved his hand at the beginning.

After seeing off Bian Wuguo and returning, Xie Moling went straight to the desk and sat down, motioned Zhang Wenfeng to move a chair and sit down, and should not be too close to his subordinates, there must be a sense of distance, and asked: "The woman who often goes out with you, What is the name? How did you know each other? Can you tell me about it?"

"Guardian Xie was joking. You can tell people everything. Of course you can. Her name is Mo Ye. In May, I just returned from Guizailing. Time to find a place to stay and practice, I saw that the keepsake is not fake, I talked with her and behaved well, so I promised her to stay, Thank you, Protector, is there any problem with her identity?"

Zhang Wenfeng had prepared a draft for a long time, except for the fact that the name was true, it was enough that the other fabrications made sense.

He didn't believe that anyone would dare to confront Mo Ye?I can't find anyone anymore.

Xie Moling pondered for a moment, ignored the little guy's inquiry, and continued to ask: "The jade plaque hanging around her waist, what is engraved on the back, have you seen it?"

"I've seen it, it's the word 'treat each other with courtesy'."

"Where has she gone now? Do you know."

"It is said that the tour is over and I went back to the east, but I didn't inquire about the specific location."

Zhang Wenfeng answered calmly.

Xie Moring asked some more detailed questions, trying to learn as much as possible about that mysterious Mo Ye.

According to the analysis of the information he collected, the woman who was able to suddenly appear on the field from the library at a critical moment and pull Zhang Wenfeng's sword attack to prevent Feng Chengfeng's death from the sword should be a cultivator in the comfort zone.

In fact, they have been waiting for the mysterious woman to come to her door and use the jade token.

They are going to give corresponding reception and help, and exchange their previous meritorious deeds.

Unexpectedly, the woman left without making a sound.

Seeing that there were no more valuable things to ask, Xie Moling warned again earnestly, what kind of practice should be down-to-earth, don't be impetuous and risky, etc. These are some words of concern that will bring the relationship closer to each other, and she got up and sent Zhang Wenfeng to the door.

Zhang Wenfeng took his leave, went to Guanfengyuan first, ate at the door of Yun Qiuhe's house, and then went to Xunfengyuan to visit Mo Xiufeng, knocked on the door, but no one answered, and the door of the next room opened.

He Guangjun's dull expression suddenly became vivid, his eyebrows were beaming, and he warmly invited:
"Haha, you're here! I heard that you've been practicing swordsmanship in seclusion for three months. Let's go, let's compete in the sword fighting arena!"

Zhang Wenfeng was speechless, none of the things that should be there were there, and the ones that shouldn't be were there.

Luck, no one else.

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(End of this chapter)