This was Liang Yan's first question after he woke up, but he had no time to think about it at the moment because his head was so dizzy and his whole body was in pain like a knife. The spiritual power was rushing left and right in his body, and it didn't look like his own.
The true energy was like a wild horse running wild, galloping freely in his body.
Liang Yan endured the excruciating pain and worked hard to run his exercises. The "Two Fish Twin Formation" slowly circulated in his body, trying his best to collect the unruly spiritual energy into the formation.
However, these spiritual powers are too huge, and each has its own power in the meridians, just like those vassal kings in the world who are divided into one side and disobey the orders of the central Dantian.
At the critical moment, Kuchiki's "Bishui Danxin Jue" suddenly appeared in Liang Yan's mind.
Although this technique is only an auxiliary secret technique, it is derived from the changes in water flow and is well versed in the principle of guiding the situation. It is a method to increase the speed of spiritual energy condensation by channeling one's own meridians. At this moment, Liang Yan is using it to channelize himself
The galloping spiritual power couldn't be more suitable.
He sat cross-legged on the spot and followed the method of "Bishui Danxin Jue" for several days, and then the heartbreaking pain got slightly better.
Liang Yan's mind gradually returned to clarity. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, only to see that he was in a stone room. The stone room was surrounded by walls on three sides and a wooden fence on one side. It was pitch black at this time and there was no light at all.
"It's actually a prison cell."
Liang Yan smiled bitterly, and then realized that he was behind bars.
He looked down and noticed a pair of shackles on his feet. He was in pain all over his body just now, but he never noticed it. The shackles were neither gold nor iron, and he didn't know what kind of material they were made of. But no matter what kind of magical power Liang Yan used,
Unexpectedly, the shackles couldn't even be damaged at all.
"It seems that I was imprisoned in Yixing Pavilion. I only heard about it a little bit before, but I never thought that one day it would happen to me." Liang Yan laughed to himself.
He had already remembered that when he was unconscious that day, he did catch a glimpse of two Law Pavilion law enforcement disciples arriving, presumably they were the ones who arrested him.
Thinking of what happened that day, Liang Yan immediately had many doubts in his heart.
Who is that purple demonic figure? It can stir up one's own inner demons without even realizing it.
Moreover, it had been confronting Tianji Zhu for a long time, so why did it finally take the initiative to dissipate its magical power and let Tianji Zhu suck him in?
The most important thing is that after the Tianji Pearl absorbed the demon head, a word "devil" appeared among the four spheres around it. So what do the other three spheres represent?
No one could answer these many doubts for him, and with his current knowledge of cultivation, he naturally couldn't figure out the reason.
"But one thing is certain, the spiritual power of this purple demonic shadow comes from the same source as the purple light in the Lingquan cave discovered by Sun Qianli. Now that I think about it, the clear water dripping from the gourd in the hand of the scholar statue must be full of spiritual energy.
It was the source of the spiritual spring in the cave. This clear water was contaminated with a trace of the purple demonic shadow's spiritual power, and flowed into the ground, turning into several spiritual springs, and one of them happened to be discovered by Sun Qianli, which also explains
Why can Liang Yan absorb the purple light from the spiritual spring?"
Thinking of this, Liang Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The gourd has been shattered by the sword energy, and the purple demonic shadow has been absorbed by the Tianji Pearl. Now the spiritual spring discovered by Sun Qianli may no longer exist."
Just when Liang Yan came to his senses, he was in the meeting room of Yixing Pavilion.
In the hall, on a golden wicker chair in the middle, a woman in purple was sitting.
This woman has a dignified face, a cold expression, and an aura of calmness and authority between her eyebrows. There are six people standing under her. These six people are men and women, old and young, and their clothing styles are also very different.
different.
The woman in purple sat on her seat, glanced at the rest of the people in the hall, and said calmly:
"I didn't expect that such a big event would happen during our sect's 'Miao Calligraphy Ceremony'. What do you think of this matter?"
As soon as she said this, someone rushed to answer:
"According to the law enforcement disciples who arrived, the iron scroll left by the ancestor had been moved, and Zhuo Bufan died tragically in it. Only Liang Yan survived. It was obvious that this son wanted to get his hands on the treasure left by the ancestor, and later
Zhuo Bufan broke him up, and the two had a fight. Liang Yan used some conspiracy and tricks to defeat Zhuo Bufan. However, it is an indisputable fact that he killed his fellow sect members and stole the sect's treasures."
The person who spoke was a man in white clothes. He looked to be in his mid-twenties. There was a plum blossom alchemy pattern embroidered on the cuffs of his clothes. If there are any alchemy disciples here, they will definitely recognize that this man is the current Danmai of Yixing Pavilion.
The Lord Yang Dansheng.
As soon as Yang Dansheng finished speaking, someone echoed: "Yes, this man is very ambitious. After joining the family, he deliberately got close to Xian'er. There is no guarantee that he is not a spy sent by the enemies of our sect."
The voice was pleasant to the ear, and the speaker was a woman. She was dressed in palace attire, had gentle features, and an elegant temperament. She was Yan Xinyu, the Taoist Master of Qin Tao who had a relationship with Liang Yan.
"Dao Master Yan is going too far. He is just a handyman disciple at the fifth level of Qi training. His cultivation qualifications are very poor. I am afraid that even if he practices until old age and death, he will not be able to break through the foundation building. How can he get access to the core secrets of our sect?"
?If he is really a spy sent by the enemy, he should never be so mediocre."
Yan Xinyu squinted over and saw that the person who interrupted was a young scholar, wearing a blue Confucian robe, with fair skin and wise eyes.
She snorted coldly and retorted: "I think Dao Master Xu is making rash judgments. How can you guess the thoughts of the evil heretic? Maybe he has a hidden treasure and a back-up plan?"
"Haha! Mr. Xu is just discussing the matter. I am a great Confucian sect in Yixing Pavilion. It concerns the lives of my disciples. It should be dealt with impartially, rather than abolishing the official position for personal reasons."
"Xu Kuan! Who do you think is abandoning public service for personal reasons?" Yan Xinyu became furious after hearing this and scolded: "Believe it or not, I will go to your chess peak tomorrow and smash your broken chess board?"
Xu Kuan was not annoyed, he just put his hands behind his back, smiled, and said no more.
Seeing the two people arguing, the woman in purple frowned slightly, then turned to look at another person in the field. This person was wearing gray clothes, tall and thin, with a talisman mark embroidered on his cuffs.
"Wu Jiuzhi, as the master of the talisman, what do you think about this?"
The gray-clothed man named Wu Jiuzhi had a serious look on his face and said angrily: "Here's evil demon, everyone can find it and kill it. I have checked Zhuo Bufan's body. His injuries are weird and all the vitality in his body has been lost. This is what Liang Yan used
This is not the method of a disciple of our sect at all. I think it must be a spy!"
"No, there are many doubts about this matter. How does Liang Yan, a mere handyman disciple, know the location of the statue of our ancestor?"
At this time, a fat and strong man retorted: "And how could Zhuo Bufan arrive at the scene by chance? When he discovered that something was wrong, he did not immediately notify the guarding disciple Bai Ze on duty, but went deep alone. This is
It’s very doubtful.”
The big man who spoke was wearing linen clothes with a wine gourd hanging around his waist. In such a serious hall, he actually showed his chest and breasts, looking like an idle man in the market.
If Liang Yan were here, he would definitely recognize this person as the drunken man he met painting on the mountain wall when he left the valley not long ago.
Seeing that there were different opinions in the hall, each Taoist master had his own opinion. The woman in purple frowned deeper, she sighed softly, and then looked at a person in the corner of the hall.
This person looks like an old man in his seventies, with a slightly bald head and wrinkles on his face. His eyes and nose are almost squeezed together. He also has a writing brush stuck in his waist. However, this writing brush is just like him.
Bald pen.
There were only six people in the hall except the woman in purple. At this time, all five people had expressed their opinions. Only this old man stood in the corner. His eyes were closed tightly, his hands were behind his back, and he snored from time to time. He actually fell asleep standing up.
Got it!
The woman in purple had a rather embarrassed look on her face and could only cough heavily and asked: "What do you think, Senior Brother Sima?"
The old man seemed to be awakened by his words, his snoring stopped suddenly, then he squeaked a few times, and slowly opened his dim old eyes.
"Not guilty!"
As he spoke, he closed his eyes again and said nothing.