The Mount Li elder looked at Liang Xiaoxiao on the stretcher in silence for a very long time. Then he turned to Zhexiu under the scholar tree and said emotionlessly, "What else do you have to say?"
Zhexiu closed his eyes and said, "Since he surrendered to the demons, anyone can kill him. If I killed him, I have no need to hide it, but I did not kill him."
There was a slight disturbance in the forest. The Mount Li elder's face was like frost as he coldly said, "Martial Nephew Liang is already dead. You actually dare to splash dirty water on the body of a deceased person. You are a little too shameless."
Zhexiu now knew for sure that Liang Xiaoxiao was dead. He roughly understood the entire matter and suddenly felt very tired.
"Follow us back to Mount Li to be interrogated." The Mount Li elder looked at him like he was looking at a dead man.
With his words, ten-some Longevity Sect disciples surrounded Zhexiu. In the surroundings, there were even more southern cultivators keeping an eye on Zhexiu's movements to prevent him from suddenly attacking.
At this moment, Zhu Luo expressionlessly said, "Wait."
The Storms of the Eight Directions were the strongest experts of the human race, so their status was naturally special. His words caused even the extremely furious Mount Li elder to temporarily calm down.
"What I dislike the most is this sort of situation where nothing is said clearly and you want to finish the matter."
Zhu Luo pointed at the unconscious Qi Jian and said, "From what you're saying, besides Zhexiu, the people who killed Liang Xiaoxiao should also be Qi Jian, and even Chen Changsheng?"
The Mount Li elder slowly said, "This is a matter of Mount Li. I ask Sir to respect it."
"This is not a matter of Mount Li, but something that happened in the Garden of Zhou." Zhu Luo expressionlessly said, "This year's opening of the Garden of Zhou will be presided over by me. Whatever happens in there, you must let me understand."
The Mount Li elder suppressed his anger and said, "Could it be that you still don't understand this matter?"
"Very much so." Zhu Luo did not care for his reaction and casually said, "Zhexiu has performed many military deeds for my Great Zhou. You say that he colluded with the demons, but if Qi Jian also participated in this matter, could it be that he has also thrown in with the demons? He is a disciple of your Mount Li, so what reason does he have to join hands with this wolf youth to deal with his own senior brother? "
The Mount Li elder thought about the meaning in Liang Xiaoxiao's gaze before his death. After a moment of silence, he walked up to Zhu Luo and whispered, "This matter involves Mount Li's clean reputation. Sir, please do not continue asking."
Zhu Luo raised his eyebrows slightly. One must know that reputation and clean reputation may seem similar, but in reality, there was a hidden difference.
The Mount Li elder lowered his voice and said, "Martial Nephew Qi Jian … what happened between him and Zhexiu, we temporarily do not know, but we absolutely cannot ask in front of everyone, because his identity is very special."
Only the two of them could hear this conversation. Seeing him so cautious, Zhu Luo asked, "What is his identity?"
After a moment of silence, the Mount Li elder said, "She … is a woman."
Zhu Luo looked at Zhexiu under the scholar tree and seemed to understand something. He said, "No wonder you talked about 'clean reputation'."
The Mount Li elder said, "I ask for Sir's understanding."
Zhu Luo shook his head. "This is not enough. Mount Li's reputation is admittedly important, but it's not as important as the truth and life and death."
The Mount Li elder hesitated for a while, then clenched his teeth and said, "She is Martial Uncle's daughter."
Zhu Luo's expression turned slightly cold. Looking into his eyes, he asked, "Which Martial Uncle?"
The Mount Li elder softly said, "Junior Martial Uncle."
Hearing these three words, Zhu Luo fell silent for a very long time.
The Storms of the Eight Directions had an incomparably lofty status in the human world, only below the Five Saints. Logically speaking, any name would not make him feel any fear, but there was one person that had to be eliminated here.
So it was Su Li's daughter. It was actually Su Li's daughter. No wonder she had been accepted as the last disciple of the Mount Li Sect Master. All of Mount Li regarded her as a treasure, and even Qiushan Jun and Gou Hanshi cherished her in the palm of their hands.
Looking at the unconscious Qi Jian, Zhu Luo thought of these things and shook his head.
The Mount Li elder said, "Many thanks for Sir's understanding. Of course, if Qi Jian really did do something in the Garden of Zhou … with the Law Sword above, the Discipline Hall will definitely use the sect's rules. Mount Li will inform Sir of the final result as soon as possible. "
Zhu Luo did not say anything, silently agreeing. This truly was something that had happened in the Garden of Zhou, but the Mount Li Sword Sect had already spoken to this extent. Moreover, this matter involved Su Li, so even he was not willing to take responsibility for it.
But at this moment, besides him, the person with the most power in words was also an old man.
Following the signal of the Mount Li Sword Sect elder, people carried Qi Jian's and Liang Xiaoxiao's corpses away on stretchers. Zhexiu tilted his ear and heard the noise. His body slightly leaned forward, as if he wanted to do something, but in the end, he did nothing.
Just when the Mount Li Sword Sect elder was prepared to take Zhexiu away, the old man finally spoke.
Ever since the destruction of the Garden of Zhou and the disappearance of the green mountains, Archbishop Mei Lisha had always been staring blankly at the thick fog. His aged face became even older, and his turbid eyes became even more turbid. He did not pay any attention to what was happening in the forest. Only now did he finally turn around. With an expressionless face, he said, "Leave him behind."
The Mount Li Sword Sect elder said, "This is my Mount Li's …"
"The one who died is a disciple of your Mount Li, and the one who acted seems to also be a disciple of your Mount Li. I don't care about the trivial internal affairs of your Mount Li, but what right do you have to take Zhexiu away? Just because of what Liang Xiaoxiao said before he died? Doesn't that mean that if Chen Changsheng was still alive, you would also take him back to Mount Li in front of my eyes? "
Mei Lisha slowly walked back into the forest. Looking at the Mount Li elder, he said, "Is there such a reason?"
The Mount Li elder did not say anything, but the newly appointed education overseer of the Heavenly Academy hesitantly opened his mouth, "My Lord, if Chen Changsheng really was involved in this matter, then perhaps we should also carefully interrogate him."
"If a person is dead and can no longer speak, then you can freely splash dirty water on his body? I seem to have heard someone say this before. " Mei Lisha looked at the newly appointed education overseer of the Heavenly Academy and expressionlessly said, "As for interrogating … Chen Changsheng is the Principal of the Orthodox Academy. What right do you, a mere education overseer, have to interrogate him? Besides His Holiness, who has the right to interrogate him? "
He glanced at Zhexiu under the scholar tree and said, "The clean reputation of your Mount Li is important, but is the reputation of my Orthodoxy not important? The matter of this wolf tribe youth concerns the reputation of my Orthodoxy. I want to take him back to the capital, who has any objections? "
Zhu Luo said, "I have no objections."
Since he had no objections, then no one present had the right to have any objections, including those southern cultivators and the Mount Li elder who clearly had objections. Mei Lisha looked at the Mount Li elder and coldly said, "If Mount Li has any objections, let your Sect Master say it, or let Su Li say it."
The Mount Li elder could no longer endure and angrily said, "The one who died is a disciple of my Mount Li!"
"So a dead person is amazing? Could it be that because he died, this matter is not full of mistakes, a complete mess? " Mei Lisha's voice became even colder, "Moreover, my current mood is very bad, His Holiness's mood is also about to be very bad, the entire Orthodoxy's mood is also going to be bad, because Chen Changsheng is dead, Principal Chen Changsheng of the Orthodox Academy is dead!"
The old man looked at the sky outside the forest and sadly said, "What matter could be more important than this? Even if the Divine State's Seven Laws were all dead, could it be more sorrowful than this? "
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Chen Changsheng could imagine that the people outside Hanqiu City would definitely think that he was already dead, because he had not left through the gate of the Garden of Zhou. Instead, he had used an abnormally mystical method to directly appear on the snowy plains tens of thousands of li away. He could also imagine that many people would definitely have many different reactions upon learning of his death. Some people would probably be very happy, some people would feel relieved, and some people would definitely feel extremely sorrowful and sad.
These people were all people who truly loved and cared for him, such as Luoluo, Tang Thirty-Six, Xuanyuan Po, Guardian Jin, and perhaps Mo Yu would also feel some regret. He even felt that Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai, and the other disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect were also part of these people, not to mention the elders of the Orthodoxy and that elf girl.
He did not want these people to be sorrowful and anxious, so he was very anxious. He was anxious to quickly return to the human world and send the news that he was still alive back to the capital as quickly as possible, letting everyone know that he was still alive. Unfortunately, the snowy plains of the demon realm were too far from the human world, and Senior Su Li … was truly rather heavy.
Their escape from the snowy plains of the demon realm had actually gone very smoothly.
A true expert of the path of the sword would inevitably possess great wisdom, no matter in any aspect, such as culinary arts or the art of tea. This was because all Daos were interlinked, and fleeing could be described as retreating. It had always been a part of the art of war, and Su Li was also very skilled in it.
The strike that he had used to cleave open the sky had been very particular.
That strike had cleaved open several hundred li of the path of the sword, heading straight south. It was extremely in accordance with the true meaning of the path of the sword — the straightest is the closest, and the closest is the fastest. But who could have imagined that the place where that strike had actually landed was actually in some snowy mountain range to the southwest?
Black Robe had vaguely sensed something, but when the Demon Army had changed their strategy and surrounded that snowy mountain range from east to west, all that was left by the hot spring was a few bloodstains and a single jasmine flower that had been plucked.
At that time, Su Li had already arrived in a glacier four hundred li away.
Of course, he was on Chen Changsheng's body.
Chen Changsheng's body that had been bathed in dragon blood seemed to possess an inexhaustible amount of energy, providing him with a powerful strength that was enough for him to display an astonishing speed. To be able to run four hundred li in such a short amount of time was truly rather astonishing. Even Su Li felt rather astonished, but the oncoming wind and snow were like knives cutting at his face. Every time he wanted to praise Chen Changsheng, the words that came out of his mouth would turn into angry rebukes.
He did not linger in the glacier for even a moment. Chen Changsheng continued to madly run south along the crack in the ice. He felt rather thirsty, so he stabbed his hand into the ice beside him. Two clear marks appeared on the pale blue and beautiful piece of ice, shards of ice flying in all directions. He stuffed the piece of ice into his mouth and felt that his body, which had heated up from running, had slightly cooled down. It was very comfortable.
He ran through the glacier and the snowy plains, over the snowy ridges and great mountains. Chen Changsheng carried Su Li on his back as he madly ran without end. When he was thirsty, he would chew on some ice and snow, and when he was hungry … he would endure. He did not sleep day or night, until one day, he finally saw a human city appear in the distance.
Just like that, he traversed the ten thousand li of the snowy plains of the demon realm.
He couldn't hold on any longer and directly fell backwards.
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(The next chapter should be done before eleven o'clock.)
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