In the Document Pavilion, Ying Shaoguang was also very busy.
His two younger brothers, Yang Feichuan and Wang Muyun, were buried in piles of files, their eyes dizzy from searching.
"Senior Brother Ying, do we have to do this job?" Yang Feichuan said with a grimace as he turned over the pages, "You have changed since you went out, and you actually helped the young sect leader."
Ying Shaoguang ignored his accusation and continued to read each volume, with concentration and energy.
"What do you mean by unexpectedly?" he replied, "If you don't help the young sect leader, how can you help the sect master? This is wrong, right? The name is not justified and the words are not justified."
Yang Feichuan was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with helping the sect master? I remember that Uncle Yang and the sect master are very good!"
Wang Muyun understood the boss's thoughts, stopped to take a sip of water, and said: "Lao Yang, what Senior Brother Ying means is that the young sect master has the approval of the Demon Suppressing Cauldron, so he is the real sect master. The current sect master is just in name.
Yes, it doesn’t matter if we didn’t fall out before, but if we do, we still have to support the one who is justified.”
Ying Shaoguang glanced over and said appreciatively: "That's good. Lao Wang understood it so quickly and has made a lot of progress."
Wang Muyun chuckled, feeling a little proud: "Senior brother, the three years you traveled around were not in vain!"
Yang Feichuan slowly thought about it and laughed at himself: "It was a waste of time for me to co-write."
Ying Shaoguang patted his shoulder: "I don't blame you. I didn't like the young sect master before. Of course you thought I wouldn't stand on his side. But it's just different now. The young sect master and I have reconciled. From now on, in your heart
Be prepared - have you rested enough? Keep looking!"
"I know." The two younger brothers looked helpless and continued to bury their heads in the files.
After searching for more than half an hour, Yang Feichuan shouted excitedly: "Senior Brother Ying, I found it!"
Ying Shaoguang went over immediately: "Let me take a look."
He saw the word "Yuanzhou" written on the file. He quickly untied the rope and read through the lines.
"This is it! Quick! Look around and take away everything related!"
When Ying Shaoguang carried the file and went to Jinghong to take a photo, Lin Baiyu was still there.
"Senior Brother Ying, come quickly!" Ling Bufei waved to him.
Ying Shaoguang saluted: "Senior Brother Lin."
A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Baiyu's eyes: "Junior Brother Ying!"
Looking at Ling Bufei now, he had a little more confidence in the young sect master. In the past, he always felt that he had a bad temper and was too mischievous. Unknowingly, the young sect master's wings were gradually growing.
Thinking about it carefully, his own cultivation is not weak, and there are many people standing behind him. He does have the ability to compete with the sect leader. However, if it weren't for the fact that his master was imprisoned, he would probably be more prepared before taking action.
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Thinking of this, Lin Baiyu felt more grateful.
"Young Sect Master, I found it." Ying Shaoguang took out the file, "This is what you want, there are a few places that are suspicious..."
Ji Xingge also came over, and the three of them read the file carefully and discussed it in low voices.
"Senior Brother Lin, what do you think?" Ling Bufei asked in passing.
Lin Baiyu was surprised: "Back then...such a thing actually happened?"
Three hundred years have passed since the Yuanzhou incident, Lin Baiyu is far younger, and Song Zhiyi doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, so he won't tell him this.
He thought for a while: "The young sect master suspected that there was something behind this matter? The masters and brothers who were traveling with him were both transformed gods and Yuanying souls. In the end, only the sect master at the golden elixir stage survived. It sounds incredible. But there is no evidence.
, unless the soul of the uncle who was imprisoned in Xuanbing Prison is searched... Wait, Xuanbing Prison!"
Ling Bufei smiled and said: "Senior Brother Lin is really smart, he thought of it all at once."
Lin Baiyu knew this, and he found out that this matter was not without purpose, so he asked simply: "What does the young sect master need from me?"
Ling Bufei put the file in his hand and said slowly: "I need you to be the victim and connect the parties involved."
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In the tea pavilion outside Taiyi Hall, two elders sat opposite each other, playing chess and sipping tea.
"I heard that the sect has been in a lot of trouble these days, and Junior Sister Wen and Junior Brother Beifeng have both gone to Zixiao Hall to complain." said an elder with long eyebrows.
Another white-bearded elder also heard about it, and he laughed and said, "Isn't that true? My disciple watched the bustle for a long time yesterday, and now our Taiyi Hall is the cleanest, and he didn't interfere with it."
"You're still laughing." Elder Changmei snorted, "The great sect of the Immortal Sect has made such a fuss that even the disciples below can't hide it. It's too ugly! The ancestors of all generations knew that they would definitely scold us for being unfilial descendants!
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Elder Baibeard was very optimistic and said: "The Immortal Sect is also dirty behind the scenes. It's not necessarily a bad thing to cause trouble. If you keep covering it up, you may not be able to deal with it in the end."
This makes sense. Elder Longmei nodded: "Yes, at least after this investigation, the Deacon Hall, the Discipline Hall, and the Taoist Palace will be much cleaner."
The two looked at each other and said, "We can't cause trouble here anyway."
They only need to take shifts according to the schedule and guard the treasures in the palace. Of course, there are also problems. For example, Song Zhiyi was unlucky a while ago...
But after that incident, Taiyi Palace reinforced another layer of seals. Their luck shouldn't be so bad, right? Drink tea.
The two elders were chatting without a word, when suddenly a flying boat over there touched the surrounding restrictions.
"What's going on?" They looked up and saw that there was indeed a spaceship flying towards them.
The flying boat quickly stopped on the ground, and several people filed down. The leader was Ling Bufei.
"Young Sect Master!" The two elders were shocked and stepped forward to greet him.
Ling Bufei saluted them: "Elder Zuo, Elder Niu."
The two elders hesitantly returned the greeting, and Elder Zuo asked, "Why are you here, Young Sect Master? This is the important place of Taiyi Hall, and you are not allowed to enter for free."
He looked at the people behind Ling Bufei and his long eyebrows trembled. With so many people, do you think this is a vegetable market?
"I know, of course there is something wrong." Ling Bufei took out the sect master's order and shook it, "I was ordered by the sect master to thoroughly investigate the matter of the Grand Competition, and now I have found the Taiyi Palace."
Elder Niu touched his white beard, confused: "What does this have to do with Taiyi Palace? Our Taiyi Palace never interferes in the sect's detailed affairs, and there is no process that has anything to do with us."
"Don't you have a magic weapon?" Ling Bufei raised his chin, "The ban on the arena has been set up with a magic barrier. In the entire Wuji Sect, not counting the Xuanbing Prison, there are only two places with magic. One is that the Deacon Hall collects magic.
We have already checked the heart, and the second one is Taiyi Hall. Two elders, do you think I should check it?"
"How can this make sense?" Elder Zuo blurted out, "The magic weapons in Taiyi Palace cannot fly away on their own to set up magic barriers."
"So we need to check!" Ling Bufei smiled, "Who knows if someone has used the magic weapon?"