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"Stop! He was in my room last night! "Princess Yu Zhen said. Everyone present was stunned. Ying Feiyang was even more confused. He wanted to say something but was stopped by Princess Yu Zhen's gaze.
"Cough, cough." Zhang Shouzhi coughed twice and said awkwardly, "What was he doing in the Princess's room last night?"
Princess Yu Zhen's lips curled up slightly and she sneered, "If Senior Brother Zhang doesn't know what a man and a woman do at night, why don't you ask the two female disciples you keep in Renhe Lane, the female follower you keep in Guangli Lane, and the nuns in Feng Qing Temple who talk to you late into the night."
"Cough, cough, cough." When Zhang Shouzhi heard that his scandal had been exposed, he was angry but it was not good for him to vent his anger. He coughed even more violently and only spoke after he suppressed his anger, "What do you mean by that, Princess? Don't talk nonsense without evidence. "
"Alright, do you really think that nobody knows what you did? Nobody cares about what you did now." Sun Changji interrupted Zhang Shouzhi's defense and patted Ying Feiyang's shoulder. The ropes on Ying Feiyang's body withered and fell off instantly. At the same time, he glanced at Princess Yu Zhen and said in a strange tone, "After the Master, there will be a disciple to take over. Junior Brother Ying is indeed a true disciple of the Sword Crown. Impressive, impressive."
Du Ruhui also cupped his hands towards Ying Feiyang and apologized awkwardly, "When the Master was killed, it was inevitable that we, as disciples, would be agitated. Just now, we did not understand the situation clearly and acted. Please forgive us, Junior Brother Ying." As he spoke, he looked at Ying Feiyang with an additional sense of pity.
From their point of view, everything could be explained with this explanation. Princess Yuzhen had a bad reputation and was not a virtuous and virtuous lady. In the past, she was bitterly in love with Gu Jiansheng but there was no result. Now, it was normal for her to shift her affections to Ying Feiyang. There had long been rumors in the temple that Ying Feiyang was Princess Yu Zhen's new gigolo. That was why he was taken care of by the Princess. Now, it seemed that the rumors were not groundless.
As for Ying Feiyang, he was young and full of vigor. In addition, Princess Yu Zhen was still attractive. So, it was normal that he could not control himself. It was a pity that he indulged in lust at such a young age and ruined his talent. Just now, he did not answer their questions because he was a shy young man and did not want to speak of this matter in public. In short, it was just a misunderstanding.
Although Princess Yu Zhen helped Ying Feiyang out of the predicament, he was also quite embarrassed. He could not help but avert his eyes. He turned his head to stare at a sword mark that looked like a slit in the hall. His thoughts spread along the sword mark. "Now it seems that Martial Uncle He is the most suspicious. He left Senior Brother's residence a moment earlier than me. Could it be that he took advantage of this time to return to Shangqing school to kill Master Sima?"
But he immediately denied this guess. "Although the poem left by Martial Uncle He was full of murderous aura, it was mostly because it was a battle between Peerless Master Pros. Before a battle, it was more important to compete in momentum. Martial Uncle He cultivated the Way of Killing Sword. If the letter of challenge he left was refined, modest, and respectful, it would have weakened his spirit before the battle. He had no enmity with Master Sima, so it should be impossible for him to be so ruthless. "
As Ying Feiyang was thinking, he stared at the crisscrossing sword marks on the wall. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable sense of incongruity. Immediately, his eyes turned cold and he changed into a completely selfless swordsman's stance. In his eyes, the sword strokes on the wall seemed to come alive, breaking through the wall and engraving themselves in his mind.
At this time, Princess Yu Zhen was covering up for Ying Feiyang. Just now, when she saw Sima Chengzhen's corpse, she could not help but let out a low cry. Her eyes reddened. But perhaps it was because she was born in the palace and was used to seeing life and death, she recovered faster than the other three. She said, "The matter of Master's death, who else knows?"
Zhang Shouzhi said, "Those who know are all here. After we heard the news, we sent our trusted disciples to guard Yang Xin Hall. First, to prevent the news from leaking out. Second, to prevent the clues left in the hall from being destroyed."
Princess Yu Zhen nodded her head. She was satisfied with their arrangements. She asked again, "Did Imperial Brother know about this?"
Zhang Shouzhi hesitated and said, "This …. Since Master was killed, Eldest Shixiong is the elder. He should be responsible for negotiating with the people in the palace. I dare not overstep my authority. It's better to wait for Shixiong to come back and let him decide. "
Before he finished speaking, Sun Changji snorted coldly and said, "Now you remember that Eldest Shixiong is the elder. Why didn't you say this in the past when you were fighting for the position of Sect Leader? You've been going in and out of high places and making friends with officials. Who in the palace doesn't know you, Immortal Zhang? Why must Eldest Shixiong come forward to negotiate with the people in the palace? "
"Master's death is not dignified. We need to think of an excuse to avoid His Majesty's blame!" Zhang Shouzhi argued.
When Sun Changji heard this, he became even angrier. "Master's death has not been avenged yet, but you're already worried about whether it will affect the future of the Emperor's grace and wealth. You're really far-sighted!"
Zhang Shouzhi was repeatedly ridiculed by him. He was also furious. He shouted, "As a disciple of the Shangqing school, I naturally have to consider the long-term interests of the school. But you, you said that everyone knows about my matter. Who can you hide your thoughts from? It's true that you're the most sad about Master's death. But is it because of the relationship between Master and disciple, or is it because of something else? "
There was a hidden meaning in his words. Sun Changji's handsome face immediately turned livid. He was so angry that he grabbed a handful of talismans and said in a trembling voice, "Zhang Shouzhi, you're courting death!" Zhang Shouzhi was not afraid. He made a hand sign and said, "If you have the strength, why don't you go to catch He Guqiong? Instead, you use your ability here?" Right at this moment —
"Quiet! Don't disturb me! " Right at this moment, a simple sentence was heard. The tone was flat, but it carried with it a pressure that could take one's soul. The two people who were burning with anger felt as if their hearts were splashed with cold water. They listened to this order and stopped quarreling. They looked at the person who spoke. The person who spoke was actually Ying Feiyang!
However, Ying Feiyang did not even look at them. His whole body was lying on the wall. He felt the sword marks on the wall. His gaze was like a fire burning in the ice. There was a fanaticism in the coldness. 【Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net
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Everyone present had seen the world, but they also felt that this gaze was terrifying.
At this moment, Ying Feiyang suddenly pulled out his sword and danced. Sun Changji was afraid that he would disturb the affairs in the room. He was about to stop him when Du Ruhui pulled Sun Changji back. He shook his head and said, "Let him do it."
The four people saw that Ying Feiyang's sword dance was slow and weak. Moreover, he was constantly correcting mistakes and redoing them. He looked even worse than a child who had just learned the sword. Sometimes, he looked like he had forgotten the sword moves. After two moves, he would stop and stare at the wall for a long time. However, his whole body carried an indescribable concentration, which made it hard for others to interrupt him.
After a round of sword dance, Ying Feiyang put away his sword. He breathed a sigh of relief and said confidently, "Did you see that? Master Sima was not killed by Martial Uncle He! "
"See what?" The few people looked at each other, not understanding. Ying Feiyang seemed to be even more shocked than them. He widened his eyes and said, "Do you still not understand?" Looking at the three people's confused expressions, Ying Feiyang let out a long sigh. For some reason, this sigh fell into the ears of Sun Changji, Zhang Shouzhi and Du Ruhui, but it was unspeakably piercing.
"Forget it. Let me confirm a few things first. The few Taoist elders' residences are not far from Master Sima. Could it be that you didn't hear the sound of fighting?"
Sun Changji answered, "What's so strange about that? Since the other party dared to enter Shang Qing Temple directly, he must have set up a sound-isolating spell."
"But Martial Uncle He graduated from Ling Xiao Sword School. I've never heard of him knowing spells!"
"When traveling outside, there will always be some tricks that are not known to others. Moreover, sound-isolating spells are not considered difficult. It's also not difficult for He Guqiong to learn it. "
"That Master Sima's spells and swordsmanship are top-notch. Why didn't he cast any spells? There are only sword marks in the temple, and no traces of spells?"
The three people were confused, but they soon had an answer. Zhang Shouzhi answered, "He Guqiong must have had other helpers. This person is good at spells. He cast a sound-isolating spell and set up a formation similar to the Qian Kun Qi Locking Spell. He locked the Qi of Heaven and Earth in Yangxin Temple, preventing Master from using the Qi of Heaven and Earth to cast spells. That's right! There must be more than one person who killed Master. Otherwise, even if his swordsmanship was no match for He Guqiong, Master would have a way to escape! "
"Hmm, I have another question. If I remember correctly, the sword that was stabbed in Master Sima's chest should be Master Sima's sword, right?"
"That's right. That 'Wu Zhan Sword' was forged by Master himself."
"Alright, come in and take a look!" Ying Feiyang called out. They hesitated for a while, but still entered the temple. Other than the sword marks, there were also footprints that were sunk into the bluestone floor. They were of different depths and were densely arranged.
Ying Feiyang said, "When experts fight, not a single bit of vital Qi can be wasted. Therefore, the appearance of footprints on the floor and the sword marks on the wall proves that the fight has entered the stage of life and death. The lightest footprints left in the arena are here." As Ying Feiyang spoke, he pointed at the floor. There were indeed two pairs of shallow footprints on the floor. "Do you recognize which one is Master Sima's?"
"This one!" Sun Changji pointed at it and said with certainty. After serving Sima Chengzhen for decades, no one in the world knew the size of Master Sima's shoes better than him.
Ying Feiyang nodded and pointed at another pair of footprints. "Then this is the place where Master Sima was killed by the sword." The footprints had sunk a few inches deep into the ground. The edges of the footprints were no longer neat as if they were cut by a knife. Instead, there were small cracks. Obviously, after being stabbed by the sword, vital Qi had leaked out.
Not far from the footprints, there was a pool of blood. There was also a bloody hole in the wall behind the footprints. The three people from the Shangqing school were all knowledgeable, so they could tell that what Ying Feiyang said was true at first glance. This was the place where Sima Chengzhen died. After killing Sima Chengzhen, the murderer pulled out his own sword and used Sima Chengzhen's Peerless Sword to nail the original owner of the sword on the imperial bestowed horizontal board.
Then, Ying Feiyang stood on the shallowest footprint left by Sima Chengzhen. He coughed twice and said with slight embarrassment, "Three Taoists, who else among you is slightly good at swordsmanship?"
The three people were silent for a moment. Du Ruhui stepped forward and said, "Let me do it. I've used swordsmanship before, but it's only the shallow swordsmanship of martial arts."
Ying Feiyang nodded and said, "No problem. Master Du, please watch the next few moves carefully and keep them in mind." As he said this, Ying Feiyang pulled out his sword again and danced. His footsteps shifted from shallow to deep. Every step he took was stepping on Sima Chengzhen's footprints. He only stopped at the place where Sima Chengzhen died. He said to Du Ruhui, "Taoist, how many moves have you made?"
Du Ruhui made a few more moves before he said, "I can barely get the shape."
Ying Feiyang said, "The shape is enough. I wonder if there are any rooms in the temple that are the same size as Yangxin Hall? Could you lend them to me?"
Du Ruhui was more and more confused by Ying Feiyang's behavior, but he still answered honestly, "The Ming Guang Hall behind Yangxin Hall is the same as here."
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