The cannon fodder changes his mind, but the protagonist wants to sell swords

"Disciple saw with his own eyes that Senior Brother Jiang Lin killed Senior Brother Qin Yuan while Brother Xiao Bai and Xu Yan were collecting firewood!" Qin Nuo deliberately ignored the life-changing talisman.

"Big Brother?"

"how is this possible!"

"It is absolutely impossible for a handsome young master, my eldest brother's cousin, to kill a fellow disciple!"

"Besides, what benefit does killing Qin Yuan bring to Senior Brother himself?"

"However, I have also heard rumors... Senior Brother has a different face in private..."

"Shh! You can say anything!"

It was obvious that the disciples were making a fuss below. Master Ming Xin glanced at them coldly, and the disciples immediately stopped talking.

"Qin Nuo, if the disciples of our sect harm each other, I will never give you mercy. However, you need evidence in everything. You can't just listen to one side of the story. I just listened to your words. When Qin Yuan was killed, you were the only one. There was no one." Other evidence proves that the person killed was Jiang Lin."

Qinnuo: "Sect Master Mingjian, Senior Brother Jiang Lin is not in the hall today. In front of all the senior brothers, the disciple will tell you the evidence first. Senior Brother Jiang Lin has a wound stabbed by disciple Shuanghua Sword on his right arm. Shuanghua Sword's nature is It belongs to cold. Where the sword blade hurts the skin, there will be purple bruises on the edge of the wound, which is caused by the cold air."

Hengze: "Yes, the Frost Flower Sword is made of cold iron, and the blade is extremely cold. A normal sword injury will show signs of easing in two or three days. It takes at least half a month for the Frost Flower Sword wound to be less bruised, so it is easy to identify. "

Elder Zhu Lie: "If that's the case, let's go to Jiang Lin's house and find out."

Zhao Zishan didn't know when she appeared in the crowd. At this moment, she stood up:

"Sect Master, Senior Brother Jiang Lin is seriously injured. Will visiting him at this time be detrimental to his recovery?"

Ming Xin: "This disciple of our sect has a clear conscience when doing things. If Jiang Lin was not injured, he would have immediately found a way to prove his innocence. I will go in together with the sect's elders to inspect, and you, Qinnuo, will go in too."

Qin Nuo stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Master."

A group of disciples stayed in the main hall, Qinnuo followed Hengze Immortal, keeping a distance from him all the way.

Entering Jiang Lin's room, there is a strong smell of bitter herbs. As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter, but it can't help but make people hold their breath after smelling it.

Jiang Lin was lying on the bed with a pale face, his lips were completely bloodless, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyebrows were pinched together.

If it weren't for the medical practitioner invited by the Broken Sword Sect to confirm his pulse, it would be hard to believe that Jiang Lin was still alive on the bed.

Master Mingxin looked sad, "Without further delay, please confirm and leave as soon as possible. Don't disturb Jiang Lin's recovery anymore."

The medical practitioner took Jiang Lin's arm and gently lifted his sleeves, revealing the black scars.

"Sect Master, please see, Jiang Lin does have a lot of scars on his hands. Take a look and see if there is anything this young lady is looking for."

Qin Nuo stepped forward and stared at the bloodless Jiang Lin. It was hard to imagine that half a month ago he was vigorously using powerful spiritual power in the cave, trying to kill her and Qin Yuan, but now he was lying on the bed unable to move.

"how can that be……"

No matter how carefully Qinnuo searched Jiang Lin's forearm, he could not find the wound left by Shuanghua Sword.

"Turn over his other arm, this one is missing." Hengze Immortal Lord glanced at Qinnuo, and seeing her expression so shocked and anxious, a trace of pity arose in his heart.

"Okay." The doctor did as he was told.

Jiang Lin's left arm also had many scars, and there was black energy permeating the wounds. It was clearly caused by the demonic energy of the demon cultivator.

"Have you finished confirming?" Master Mingxin's eyes slowly turned dark.

"Disciple...confirmation completed."

Qinnuo said bravely, with thousands of mysteries in her heart.

That face is obviously Jiang Lin!
  In the main hall, Zhao Zishan played with the sachet in a boring way. The sachet was thrown into the air. Every movement seemed careless, but the curve of the corners of his mouth and forehead was slowly rising. Xu Yan: "Junior Sister Zishan, has something interesting happened recently?"

Zhao Zishan: "Why do you say this?"

Xu Yan: "Senior brother, I see you are smiling."

Zhao Zishan's face darkened: "Senior Brother Xu Yan must have seen it wrong. Senior Brother Jiang Lin was seriously injured for saving me. Junior sister is very grateful. I often feel guilty and pray every day before it is too late. Besides, I heard that Junior Sister Qinnuo I was even more shocked to accuse Senior Brother Jiang Lin in the main hall. Based on my understanding of Senior Brother Jiang Lin, he would not do anything to harm others."

Xiao Bai looked over sideways and dusted himself off:

"Oh, Senior Sister Zishan thinks who would do anything to harm a fellow disciple?"

Zhao Zishan suppressed his blush and looked at the two people in front of him with aggrieved face, feeling like he was outnumbered by two.

"It's impossible even for the disciples of the Broken Sword Sect!"

The other senior brothers couldn’t stand it:
  "Okay, it's enough for you two. Zishan is just a little girl. It's not appropriate for you to scare her like this."

Xiao Bai crossed his arms and said, "Senior brother, you are not good at reading people. Our purple-shirted senior sister is the shrewdest and can scheme better than all of us here."

Zhao Zishan: "You!"

"Stop talking, the sect master and the others are back."

"The sect master's face looks ugly..."

"Shhhhhh, don't talk. Let's wait for the result. Who will stay and who will stay, Qinnuo and Senior Brother?"

Master Mingxin’s voice was loud:

"Go and invite Hefeng Xianzun over."

"Yes."

"Qinnuo, kneel down and wait for your master to come."

Qinnuo knelt on her knees, looked at Xiao Bai, and shook her head slightly.

Xiao Bai looked stern, quietly stepped back and disappeared into the crowd.

The Hefeng Immortal Lord came extremely slowly, and many people were getting impatient while waiting.

"Why isn't Hefeng Xianzun here yet?"

Elder Fangzheng pinched his moustache on both sides and said, "Perhaps Hefeng Xianzun's injury from seclusion not long ago has not fully healed."

Master Ming Xin lamented: "My three brothers and sisters are also very old. They should pay more attention to their health. It's a pity that Hefeng only accepted such a disciple..."

After saying that, Sect Master Ming Xin's eyes were like knives piercing towards Qinnuo who was kneeling in the center of the hall.

Hefeng Immortal Lord appeared on crutches: "Ahem, senior brother, I'm late."

Master Mingxin: "Junior brother, I heard that the water lily won by Qinnuo was used as medicine for you and you took it. Why didn't you get better at all?"

Hefeng Immortal Lord: "Sometimes... ahem... things like returning to the dust... ahem, I can't have the final say. Let's not talk about my affairs. My only disciple, Qinnuo, brought me here today. What scare?"

Every sentence is saying that he is old and ill and useless, and at the same time it is hinting that Qin Nuo is his only disciple.

Qinnuo's ears were very pointed. Her master was putting pressure on the sect leader!
  Zhao Zishan stepped forward: "My dear Immortal, Junior Sister Qinnuo accused Senior Brother Jiang Lin of killing Senior Brother Qin Yuan. The sect leader and my Master will examine the evidence on Senior Brother Jiang Lin together. We hope that the truth will be revealed soon so that Senior Brother Qin Yuan's spirit in heaven can be restored." rest in peace."

Hengze Xianzun glanced back at Zhao Zishan, his eyes were distant and unfamiliar. He shook his head and motioned for her to stop talking.