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Chapter 238 Changhe Gate

"Qingxuanzong goes too far to bully others, do you think I am the one in Shenzhou?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"The Wanshan Sect took the lead in this matter. It's your turn and my turn to comment."

The other men also persuaded him in time.

The drinkers at several tables around them looked at them with strange eyes.

Nowadays, the death of the leader of Changhe Gate is a taboo in the city, and no one dares to mention it.

The red-faced man realized that he had made a mistake, so he covered his head and drank a few more sips of wine, lying on the corner of the table completely unconscious.

A thin man next to him sighed softly: "The sect master once saved his life, so he is like this."

The other people all looked silent.

The master of Changhe Gate has a very good reputation in Shenzhou.

Although he is not perfect, he is undoubtedly much better than other clan forces like Yan Guo and Li Mao.

Just when a few people were about to fight the drunken man away, Ye Changan appeared next to them holding a pot of plum wine.

"I bought too much wine. How many brothers would like to share a drink?"

Hesitation flashed in the eyes of several men.

Finally, unable to resist the temptation of plum wine, they all returned to the wine table.

The popular plum wine is extremely famous, and a bottle costs a lot of money.

Although they are ninth-grade martial artists, they are not blessed to endure it.

Ye Changan was immediately amused when he saw the greedy looks on his face.

If a high-grade martial artist were placed in Jiannan, he would not be rich and powerful, but at least he would not be short of wine money.

Only in a place like the Central Plains where martial arts flourished, could a ninth-grade martial artist be so worthless.

After a few drinks, the men felt a little ecstatic.

Ye Changan then spoke: "Is the master of Changhe Gate really killed by Qingxuanzong?"

The thin man spoke incoherently: "The death of Lord Dong Clan was extremely strange. When the Changhe Clan disciples discovered it, his whole body was already swollen, as if he had been soaked for several days, and the appearance of his death was extremely horrific."

"It's really weird."

Ye Changan murmured.

"Thank you all," he said as he stood up and clasped his fists.

Seeing Ye Changan was about to leave, the thin man said confusedly: "I don't know what my brother's name is yet."

"Ye Changan."

"How come Ye Changan has the same name as the leader of the Wanshan Sect."

Before the drunken men could think about it, the young man had already left.

Changhe Gate is located in the south of Shenzhou City, occupying more than half of the land in the south of the city.

Ye Changan and the other three walked to a grand gate.

The Changhe Sect disciple at the door shouted: "Changhe Sect is an important place, those who are idle should stay away."

Ye Changan chuckled, cupped his fists and said, "Wanshan Sect, Ye Changan is here to visit."

Hearing this, the expressions of several Changhe Sect disciples changed.

They naturally recognize the name of their sect leader.

Although he couldn't confirm whether what the other party said was true or false, he didn't dare to neglect it.

Ye Changan and the other three were politely welcomed into the private room where guests were treated. But half a day after tea, a white-haired old man and a young woman appeared at the door.

"Elder of Changhe Sect, Zheng Ding has met Sect Leader Ye."

"The daughter of the leader of the Changhe Sect, Dong Ke has met Sect Leader Ye."

The two bowed and saluted.

Ye Changan waved his hand: "Get up."

Zheng Ding and Dong Ke were both dressed in plain silk, which was obviously a time of mourning.

Ye Changan: "I didn't expect that the last time I met Master Dong, it was a farewell. I'm sorry."

When Changhe Sect formed an alliance with Wanshan Sect, he had met Dong Qian, the leader of Changhe Sect.

Dong Qian is a strong person in the early stage of the fourth level. Although he has not yet comprehended the martial arts divine treasure, his strength cannot be underestimated.

The sadness on the faces of Zheng Ding and Dong Ke was even worse.

The Great Elder Zheng Ding said solemnly: "Sect Master Ye, please help Changhe Sect find out the truth."

It was he who informed the Wanshan Sect of Dong Qian's death, but unexpectedly the sect leader was alerted to come in person. Ye Changan: "Tell me the whole story first, and don't leave anything out."

Zheng Ding: "Shenzhou has always had a tradition of sending disciples to patrol the Fenghe River. Recently, all the forces in the city have had river patrolling disciples disappear for no reason.

Many family heads were alarmed successively, but the real culprit was never found. After hearing about this, the family leader personally patrolled the river, but unexpectedly died mysteriously.

By the time he was discovered by the disciples who patrolled the river, his whole body had swollen several times and he had no breath at all. "

As he spoke, Dong Qian couldn't help crying.

Ye Changan listened silently and said nothing.

What Zheng Ding said is consistent with what he heard in the restaurant.

Dong Ke, the daughter of Dong Qian, said bitterly: "This matter must have been done by Qingxuanzong. My father is a fourth-grade strong man. How can others kill him?"

"Shut up," Zheng Ding scolded.

Dong Ke looked at Zheng Ding with tears in his eyes. Although he was not convinced, he still kept his mouth shut.

Ye Changan groaned: "Whether this matter is related to Qingxuan Sect, I will find out on my own."

Wei Kuangfu on the side suddenly said: "Is the body of Master Dong still there?"

Zheng Ding looked at the stranger Wei Kuangfu and asked hesitantly: "Who is this senior?"

Ye Changan: "Chongzhou, Mr. Wei Kuangfu."

Hearing Wei Kuangfu's name, Zheng Ding showed surprise on his face.

He had naturally heard of Wei Kuangfu, the one-man man who suppressed Chongzhou, but he had never seen him in person.

The death of the leader of the Changhe Sect actually affected two fourth-grade grandmasters.

"It's still parked in the ancestral hall, why would Master Wei ask this question?" Zheng Ding said cautiously.

Wei Kuangfu: "I can't make a conclusion until I examine Master Dong's body."

"Sect Master Ye, Master Wei, please follow me."

Zheng Ding quickly led the three of them towards the Changhemen Ancestral Hall.

When a few people crossed the gate of the ancestral hall, they saw more than a hundred Changhe Sect disciples wearing linen and mourning kneeling outside the ancestral hall.

All the disciples looked sad, and it didn't look like they were cheating.

The dead Dong clan leader was obviously a good character.

Zheng Ding sighed softly: "You three, please come inside."

Ye Changan and others walked past hundreds of disciples and walked into the ancestral hall.

I saw a mysterious wooden coffin placed in the middle of the ancestral hall.

Xuanmu is rare, and Changhemen uses this wood to make coffins, which shows that it has spent a lot of money.

The body of Dong Qian, the leader of the Changhe Sect, lay in a blackwood coffin.

Just as Zheng Ding said, Dong Qian was extremely terrifying at this moment.

Wei Kuangfu stretched out his hand to look at Dong Qian's body without changing his expression, as if he couldn't feel the stench.

After a long time, he took back his hands.

"Master Dong was killed by a spirit."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the ancestral hall.

Ye Changan: "How did Mr. Wei tell the difference?"

Wei Kuangfu chuckled: "Many people in Chongzhou have been killed by monsters, and they have gained some experience over time."

Ye Changan was stunned.

This is just like a seasoned hunter who can easily tell what kind of beast the body was injured by, it comes from experience.

Dong Ke was surprised and said: "Spirit?!"

If it is really the work of a spirit, then Qingxuanzong can be freed from suspicion.

Ye Changan groaned: "Then I will go to Fenghe to take a look."

A spirit that could kill a fourth-grade expert was enough for him to take seriously.

Huangli, who had always been distracted, finally became interested when he heard that it was related to spirits.

"Go and have a look."

She took the lead out of the ancestral hall and headed out of the city.

Ye Changan and Wei Kuangfu looked at each other and followed them one after another.

Fenghe is a large river in the Central Plains, and the spirits bred in it must be extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)