Qiankun, who has firmly grasped the evidence in his hands, naturally cannot stay here any longer. If people find out that he is doing these things sneakily here, it will be difficult to escape.
Taking advantage that there weren't too many people in the Jiange and his whereabouts were considered concealed, he left here quickly.
After leaving the Jiange, he came to the cave to meet Ling Feng. Ling Feng saw a figure running in the distance and was about to run away. After taking a closer look, he took a closer look and saw that it was Qian Kun. He then calmed down and went forward to greet him with peace of mind.
"Ling Feng, has anyone been here in the past few days?" Qiankun asked hurriedly.
"No, I guess there's a big fuss now and something big might happen soon." Ling Feng shook his head and elaborated.
Zhang Lingyun hadn't come back yet, probably because she was still on the way to look for Wu Changsheng. Qiankun began to take out a series of his own things, and found the Dongxuan Bead in the messy pile.
"There is evidence hidden here that Mu Shanhai is the culprit who stole Hidden Sword Peak." Qiankun waved the bead with a smile on his face and handed it to Ling Feng's hand, "Should we go and take this to Jiange?
People see it?”
Ling Feng took the bead but did not open it to look at it. He could not guarantee that the bead could only be used once and it would not be released next time.
After hearing Qiankun's reckless words, Wu Lei almost fainted and grabbed Qiankun's hand to prevent him from moving.
"You are crazy! Of course, this kind of precious evidence must be kept well. Remember, it cannot be opened until it is absolutely necessary. If you show it to them, will their ideas change immediately? Will they believe us?
?Besides, if you are exposed to the public eye, the people in the royal capital and Mu Shanhai will work together to catch you. Stabilize your mentality first, and when Mu Shanhai reveals his true face, things will naturally turn around." Ling Feng calmly laid out the plan.
I clarified it, analyzed it one by one, and gave advice on the world.
After hearing this, Qiankun felt that it made so much sense and couldn't help but admire Lingfeng in his heart. At the same time, he put the beads away and stopped tinkering with this thing.
"Then what can we do next?" Qiankun was also very distressed about this and had no clue.
"Who gave you these things? You can't have so many things. Going to him may be the only way at the moment." Ling Feng thought for a while and said.
"Yes! Zhao Zhengkuan!" Qiankun slapped his forehead, but then he had an idea.
"Alas!" Ling Feng sighed deeply and couldn't help but raise his forehead and give him a rolling look. Qiankun's IQ is not low, so why does he seem to have lost his wits in front of him?
…
In the evening, several sword cultivators were exhausted by the high-pressure control jointly by Mu Shanhai and Wang Wenjun. They were tortured over and over again every day, and were manipulated to death like wooden figures. They went crazy with frustration, so they sat in the pavilion and drank.
Here comes the wine.
A sword cultivator gnawed on the meat, and he was already excited about drinking. He held the wine jar and drank hard, shouting: "There is wine in the moon, wine and meat, how can there be no songs? Hongzi, sing!"
The young man known as "Hong Zi" was also swaying around and stumbled for a long time. He found his balance on the table, pressed his face against it and felt a bit of coolness, and then he came to his senses.
"Come one! Come one!"
Seeing a group of people around him making noises, Hong Zi stood up, stepped on the table, pointed at Jiange with drunken eyes, and said deeply: "Since everyone wants me to sing so much, then I will come and write what the Linghai people wrote for our ancestors.
How about "The Ancient Sword"?"
"Hahahahaha! Okay!"
Hong Zi gradually cleared his throat, with a relaxed expression and a heroic spirit flying between his eyebrows, and sang:
"Don't you see, the sword spirit is empty and the swordsman is in a dull and empty head.
Even if you don't see a good craftsman, you can be like a wise man: the burning fire burns the iron and creates wind.
The sharp blade is bright and clear in the eyes, and the master holds his body in the river to make a decision.
Once the opportunity for a trap gradually subsides, the ghostly dust invades He Yaoyao.
It is not yet known whether the fluttering grass will fall into the rainy season, nor will it be known whether the male is flying or the female is lying down.
People are admonishing the traffic jam on the side, and who can share it with the brilliant light shining through the sun?
The screams and cries in the long night are uneven, even though the divine weapon is difficult to use."
When Hong Zi sang deeply, he suddenly choked up and tears flowed out of his eyes. At this time, he might have been in the same state of mind as his ancestor back then.
It is an honor for future generations to be handed over to God.
Hong Zi coughed twice and his voice became louder:
"Fortunately, Pengshan is standing today. Pengshan has many hidden sages since ancient times.
Communicating to the heaven and earth, living outside the dust, influencing the wind and clouds to help the world.
You can hear the poor singers singing in a foreign land, and it is difficult to buy the bones of a horse in Longquan.
Traveling here cannot satisfy one's aspirations, and returning here cannot satisfy one's life.
If there is a Xiantai gentleman, you should go and go straight up to the blue sky and feel the waves are flat.
Even if you are not afraid of thousands of bodies being destroyed, how can you say that the suffering of entering the Tao has no name?"
After singing, Hong Zi smiled slightly and fell over.
"good!"
Warm applause suddenly came from the field. After cleaning the "battlefield", someone came forward to pull him up, hunched over his back, and stood up and left with heavy steps.
"It's so late, let's go back?" The cool breeze blew, and many people woke up from their drunkenness and suggested going back to sleep. After all, they had to get up early tomorrow.
"Go back? Haha, go to Xuantian Peak!" The man carrying Hong Zi laughed loudly and walked towards Xuantian Peak.
"Are you crazy? Why are you going up to Xuantian Peak now!"
Even if it is night, it does not mean that the people from the royal capital are not on Xuantian Peak. Both Mu Shanhai and Wang Wenjun will be blamed for such a hasty intrusion.
"I'm afraid of him...so much! I'll go!" The man refused to listen to his companion's advice and vented all his dissatisfaction through his drunkenness.
Seeing him like this, many people felt indifferent. They took off their clothes and followed him shirtless.
"Yes! Why are you afraid of him? This is our home, and a bunch of foreign dogs deserve to be pointed at by us!"
The younger swordsman who had sobered up was a little afraid to go up the mountain, but out of friendship he didn't want to go back, so he stood there, at a loss.
It happened that no one was paying attention to him, he just climbed up step by step due to the potency of the wine, and the frustration and depression in his heart were trampled under his feet with his steps.
The moonlight shines on the Xantian Peak, as white as day, and shines on everyone's bodies, as if they are covered with a layer of silver gauze. Everyone accepts the bath of moonlight with emotion and is intoxicated by it.
One man got excited and started practicing the sword directly. He walked drunkenly, and his figure was sharp. The sword energy in his hand circulated again and again. The sword fell with a critical force, just like a drunken immortal entering the clouds; and like the rapids and rapids of a river.
Snowy mountains.
Hearing the sound of "娇", he swung his sword forcefully into the air and immediately left a long and narrow sword mark on the stone wall.
The officers and soldiers who were napping nearby heard the noise and immediately became energetic. They looked around in panic and saw a few shirtless drunken men making a fuss here.
"Who did this?" The officers and soldiers gathered around and shouted sternly with serious faces.
"Hey, the target is here!" Seeing this, the sword cultivator flew up, raised his sword, and ran towards the officers and soldiers.
When the officers and soldiers saw this unexpected incident, they were so anxious that before they had time to resist, the sword cultivator pierced their shoulders. They immediately stepped back in pain and covered their shoulders in fear.
The officers and soldiers became furious and fought with a group of swordsmen.
After a while, the movement became louder and louder, and along with the light, many people came to watch.
Soon, Mu Shanhai arrived at the scene. Seeing his disciples being so dishonest, he shouted: "Stop all of them!"
"Come to the Hall of Heroes!"
When the sword cultivators heard this roar, they immediately panicked. They knew they had made a big mistake and did not dare to violate the elder's order, so they put down their swords and walked along Mu Shanhai with their heads lowered.
"Snapped!"
Mu Shanhai angrily threw the tea bowl at everyone's feet. Everyone was so frightened that they all trembled. They were sober at this time and did not have the same grandeur as before.
Mu Shanhai pointed at a few stubborn disciples and shook his fingers. He was so angry that he could not speak for a while. Several sword cultivators stood aside in shame, waiting for Mu Shanhai to resign.
"Beasts! Are you trying to tear down the sword pavilion?!" Mu Shanhai cursed.
Wang Wenjun glanced at the injuries on the officers and soldiers, his eyes became cold, and he said to Mu Shanhai rudely: "Elder Mu, please explain!"
"Captain Wang, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter, and this will never happen again!"
"Chen Shanzai! Drag them all into the prison and lock them in the same place!" Mu Shanhai said sadly.
Chen Shanzai is the red-clothed sword cultivator who is the leader of the five sword cultivators in the Sword Pavilion. He stood in front of several sword cultivators with a stern expression.
"Senior Brother Shanzai, please help us plead for the elders. We didn't do it on purpose!"
As soon as I heard that I was going to be in the same prison as Kong Douxuanguan, the level of my mistake was too deep! Wouldn't it be outrageous to directly classify him as a traitor on the same charge?
But Chen Shanzai ignored their pleas. He just turned his head and motioned to the sword cultivator next to him, and dragged all the troublesome sword cultivators away.
Mu Shanhai now came to Wang Wenjun, bowed, and said gently: "Captain Wang, do you think this is okay?"
"Hmph, if there is a next time, your Jiange should really be beaten hard!"
Wang Wenjun led the officers and soldiers and left in a menacing manner. Several sword cultivators who watched this scene fell silent and did not dare to speak.
No one could have imagined that, before finding out the truth, between his disciples and the royal capital, Mu Shanhai chose the royal capital without hesitation.