When the morning light shone, Lu Chen walked out of the door, yawning. Together with many other servant disciples, he walked towards the direction of the Fragrance Garden. Along the way, he met many fellow disciples he knew, and they greeted each other. One or two of them who were more familiar with him even joked with him, "Did you not sleep well last night?"
"I didn't sleep enough. I work every day. I'm exhausted." Lu Chen shook his head and sighed.
The servant disciples beside him all nodded. It seemed that everyone felt the same way. The various rules of the Kunlun Party, such as squeezing the servant disciples and worshiping the talented ones, had long been an open secret. But no matter what, the Kunlun Party was still a righteous sect, and it would still give the servant disciples a little hope. As long as one's luck and talent were all there was, there was still a chance for them to make a name for themselves.
The hope was small, but the beauty of immortality was enough to make people willing to fight for it.
They chatted along the way, and when they reached the Fragrance Garden, the sun had already risen and shone on the vast herb garden. The wind that blew against their faces also brought with it the unique fragrance of the Fragrance Garden. Many servant disciples were like diligent bees, flying to their own spiritual fields. Lu Chen also walked among the crowd and came to the place where the Eagle Fruit Tree was planted.
When he stood on the ridge beside the spiritual field, he could not help but look up at the sky. The sky was bright, and the sun was bright. It was a good day.
The rest of the people soon arrived, and after a while, Melaleuca Japonica and Lin Sheng, the two Jin Dan Friar, also arrived. Just as everyone was about to start, Lin Sheng, who was calling the roll, suddenly frowned and said loudly, "Wait a minute, one person is missing."
Everyone stopped in their tracks in shock and looked back.
Melaleuca Japonica was also a little surprised, and said, "Such a good opportunity, is there still someone who doesn't know what's good for him? Who is it?"
Lin Sheng looked at the list in his hand, and then looked at the servant disciples standing there, including Lu Chen and the others. After a moment of silence, he said to Melaleuca Japonica, "A disciple named He Changsheng is not here."
Melaleuca Japonica snorted and said, "He doesn't know what's good for him! Forget it, ignore him. We can't let so many people stand here and wait for him. Let's start. "
This was completely reasonable, and Lin Sheng had no objection. He immediately ordered everyone to go into the spiritual field to cultivate the Eagle Fruit Tree. At the same time, he looked at the path they had come from, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face. Yan Luo was the one who had called for this, but he was the one who had chosen these servant disciples. Now that He Changsheng was absent for no reason, even though Yan Luo had no intention of blaming him, this situation was a slap to his face.
Lin Sheng thought that when this guy came later, he would definitely give him a stern lecture. As for the one who was selected in the end, it seemed that he could not choose this guy.
Lin Sheng thought so in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He just turned around and looked at the busy disciples in the spiritual field.
…
Lin Sheng's idea of giving He Changsheng a good scolding never came true, because He Changsheng did not come for the whole morning. By noon, Lin Sheng's face had begun to turn a little pale, and everyone except for Melaleuca Japonica secretly distanced themselves from him.
In the middle, Melaleuca Japonica turned her head to look at him again, but she did not say anything. Arranging the management of the servant disciples was Lin Sheng's job, and it was fine for her to say a few words, but if she interfered too much, it would be crossing the line.
Another hour passed, and Lin Sheng finally could not stand it anymore. He called for a disciple on guard beside him and ordered him to find He Changsheng.
At this moment, Lin Sheng had already made up his mind. If He Changsheng could not give a good reason when he came, he would deal with him on the spot and chase this audacious servant disciple out of Fragrance Garden.
The disciple on guard received the order and left. The surrounding people, including the busy servant disciples in the spiritual field, were also secretly paying attention to this side. Some of them did not make a sound, but there were also a few who had smiles on their faces. It seemed that they were glad that they had one less opponent.
The quiet mountain breeze blew through the herb garden, and the sunlight from the sky seemed to be gentle as well.
After less than an hour, the commotion suddenly came from outside the Grass Garden. The noise seemed to come from afar, but because it was too far away, it could not be heard clearly. However, there seemed to be a few shrill screams mixed in, and then it quickly spread towards the Flowing Fragrance Garden.
At the edge of the spiritual field, Melaleuca Japonica and Lin Sheng had the highest level of cultivation, so they were the first to notice a trace of abnormality. They turned to look at the same time, and not long after, they saw the disciple on guard rush over with a pale face. He suddenly threw himself in front of Lin Sheng, and then with a look of horror on his face, he stammered, "He, he, he … is dead!"
"What?"
The news of He Changsheng's sudden death spread in the blink of an eye in Fragrance Garden. At first, everyone was still surprised, but very quickly, many people felt that something was not quite right.
The Kunlun Party suddenly sent a lot of people to directly seal off the area, forbidding everyone from approaching He Changsheng's house. Lin Sheng and Melaleuca Japonica were the first to arrive at the place, but they did not come out from the house.
In the afternoon, the two Yuanying Zhenren of Baicao Tang, Qian Deng and Ming Zhu also rushed over, and walked into the house with a solemn face. A little later, it was dusk, and under the countless watchful eyes, the head of Kunlun, Zhenren Idle Month, also came over with a gloomy face.
In the huge Kunlun Party, it seemed that a storm was coming.
…
All kinds of rumors spread wildly in the Kunlun Party. About what happened in the house, why the usually inconspicuous disciple suddenly died, and how it could attract the attention of so many powerful high-level Zhenren, there were countless versions of answers to these questions.
Some said that the disciple had been squeezed too much, and the pain was unbearable, and he felt that his future was hopeless, so he committed suicide in despair.
Someone scoffed and sneered, "What do you know? It's clear that the guy was bullied a few days ago, and he couldn't take it anymore, so he died." As for who bullied him, hehe, there were only a few bold and evil people in the Kunlun Party today. Think about it yourself. Anyway, some people did things in a disgusting way, so be careful of retribution.
Someone else said with certainty that the reason why it attracted the attention of so many Zhenren was that the situation in the house was too tragic. The house was full of blood, and it was a horrible sight, like hell on earth.
Someone next to him asked, "How can a person commit suicide to make the house and the ground covered in blood?" Then there was a bout of racking their brains to think about it.
In the evening, the news gradually became clearer. There was indeed a murder in the house, and someone died, and the deceased was He Changsheng.
He Changsheng died a very, very tragic death.
But as for how tragic it was, none of the people who did not enter the house could tell. None of the people who entered the house wanted to speak. At most, they would say the word "tragic" with an ugly expression on their faces when they were cornered.
When night fell, the Kunlun Party had surrounded the house and the surrounding area of dozens of feet. The other disciples who lived in the surrounding area had all been carefully questioned, and after confirming that there were no suspicions, they were arranged to stay. As a result, the place that had been bustling yesterday was as deserted as a ghost town today.
…
Lu Chen lived very far away, so he was not affected, and no one came to question him. So when it was dark, he stayed alone in his house, let Atsu lie on his lap, and began to help it untie the cloth.
The blood-stained white cloth was thrown aside, revealing the hideous and ugly wounds. From time to time, Atsu's body would twitch in pain, but most of the time, it still endured the pain and lay there obediently.
Some of the wounds were almost healed, so Lu Chen did not care anymore. He only replaced the most seriously injured parts. It seemed that less than half of Atsu's body was still wrapped in white cloth, and it seemed to be more pleasing to the eye than before.
But it seemed to be a little uglier, because now Atsu only had one eye and half a tail. When it stood, its limp was getting worse. Only the terrifying scars on its face seemed to add a little more murderous aura to it, making it look a lot fiercer.
"It's almost healed," Lu Chen looked at the black dog in front of him, then patted its head and said softly.
Atsu responded to him and wagged its tail. Lu Chen looked at it and saw that half of its tail was wagging, which looked a little funny and weird. He could not help but sigh, then he smiled and said, "When it's healed, you have to be careful when you go out to play."
In Atsu's one eye, a dark green light flashed, and then it leaned its head on Lu Chen's knee, quietly snuggling up to him. And in a place that Lu Chen could not see, under the layer of dark green light, there was a very faint black, swaying a little.
Lu Chen looked out of the window, the dark night was endless, and his expression was also indifferent. After a moment, he waved his hand, and the candlelight in the room dimmed.
"Go to sleep, we'll see what happens tomorrow."
…
The next day, it was still a good weather.
The sun hung high in the sky, it was clear and cloudy, the sky was bright, the universe was bright.
However, a shadow had already shrouded the Kunlun Party. Updated news came out, it only said that a few Yuanying Zhenren, led by Zhenren Idle Month, were furious. The reason was, in that house, He Changsheng, who died a horrible death, may have been killed by the people of the Devil Sect of the Three Realms.
This was the first time in decades that the Devil Sect killed so brazenly in the Kunlun Mountains, and they showed their horses and carriages, directly revealing their identity.
Of course, this was undoubtedly a painful slap in the face of the entire Kunlun Sect. How could the Idle Moon Immortal and the others not be incomparably furious? While he was dealing with He Changsheng's funeral affairs, he was also cursing the person in charge of the patrolling guards until his face was covered in dirt.
When the head of the "Heavenly Soldier Hall" of the Kunlun Party, Dukon Zhenren, was summoned to Zhenren Idle Month's place, he saw a few Jin Dan Friar, who were usually high and mighty, retreating with a pale face. Zhenren Idle Month seemed to still be angry, his face was livid, he only nodded when he saw Dukon Zhenren, then he did not say any empty words, he directly asked Dukon Zhenren, "Your disciple, He Yi, how is he now?"
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