"The cold scales are covered with black crepe all day long, and they are not closed in the alchemy room all the year round. They are in contact with the outside world. Therefore, as long as you control a person of similar size, it is difficult for others to detect."

Jiang Yan frowned: "What do you mean, Hua Binan on a lonely moon night is fake?"

"Sometimes true, sometimes fake. To be undetected, it is the most comprehensive."

Jiang Yansi said: "As a result, s.h.i.+ Mingjing should use Zhenqi chess, but our medicine is not strong, and it is unlikely to master this technique."

"Jiang Jiangmen said that it is a good thing. The wisdom of the chess game needs to be worn out. Hua Binan knows the theory, but it is weak because of the weak mana, and he can't use it alone. So he had to collud with Xu Shuanglin before."

Jiang Yan shook his head: "No. Xu Shuanglin once said that the person behind the scenes is his friend. Because he does not want to sell his friends, he did not tell us who the ident.i.ty of that person is. If you say it, the teacher is Hua Binan and Xu Shuanglin should have recognized him. So why did Xu Shuanglin still have no rebellion after the reincarnation of ecstasy was destroyed by Hua Bi Nan?"

Ink burning: "Because Xu Shuanglin does not know that the teacher and Hua Binan are the same person."

The master of the mysterious mirror next to him said: "Since they are each other, how can such a big event not know..."

"It’s Xu Shuanglin who treats the teacher as a friend." Mo Yan said, "But the teacher can't really get along with him. On this board, Xu Sulin is just an important piece, and that's it."

He paused and continued: "When I was in the Lushan Hall, Hua Binan was injured and took off the veil. The face was so ugly, like a echinoderma, now I want to come, it should be just a delicate piece. People/skin mask. For Xu Shuanglin, he may have only seen his first face of this 'friend' in his life, that is, the face belonging to the teacher. He will not touch the face of Huabi Nan. It is connected with the teacher. So he didn’t think that he was framed or used by his friends until he died. Naturally, he would not shake the truth behind him."

Jiang Yandao: "According to your point of view, at the time of Lushan, s.h.i.+ Mingjing and Hua Binan appeared at the same time. One of them was a controlled piece of chess?"

"I guess so. But there is a second possibility."

"what?"

The ink swayed and shook his head: "The second kind I want to wait a little longer."

Master Xuanjing said: "Even if the first kind of ink donor may be right, the poor still feel that there is still a place to say no way - Hua Binan has no reason to interrupt Xu Shuanglin's rebirth. Does he have a hatred with Xu Shuanglin? Is it possible for Xu Shuanglin to repay his wish and let Luo Fenghua be born again, what harm has he done to him?"

The ink sighed and said: "Did the master forget the final result of Xu Sulin's cast?"

The old vulture did not respond for a moment and shook his head.

Ink burning: "From the perspective of the crack that opened that day, the teacher did not teach Xu Shuanglin the real rebirth."

"what……"

"He has been deceiving Xu Shuanglin. Xu Shuanglin has spent a lot of time on Zhou Zhang, thinking that he is arranging the rebirth method, but in fact he is making a wedding dress for Hua Binan who is not spiritually strong."

"What is Hua Biannan teaching..."

"It is the world's largest ban." The ink burned and finally said, "He taught Xu Shuanglin that it is time and s.p.a.ce."

"!"

When I partic.i.p.ated in the Battle of Lushan in the field, I couldn’t think of the black hole that broke open in the sky, and there were thousands of mysterious monks inside...

Is that the time and s.p.a.ce of life and death?

Ink burning: "This is the second possibility that I just said. As long as there are sometimes empty doors, both Hua Binan and s.h.i.+ Yi may be true, but one belongs to this red dust, and one one comes from another. Comprehension."

After listening to the silence, everyone immediately patted their legs and laughed: "Mr. Mozong, do you sleep with your child? Take the forbidden technique in this mythology to swear. Two teachers are clear... Hahahaha! Laugh me. It is."

"That's how it is possible, but it was a ban that was lost thousands of years ago... Who can learn?"

"The most important volume of time and s.p.a.ce, the legend has long been sealed in the emperor's wood, even if someone is studying this curse, can learn the most s.p.a.ce, it is impossible to be time and s.p.a.ce. Otherwise one earth and another earth Overlapping, the world is not a mess!"

I don’t want to argue with them, but to talk about all my thoughts. He knows that this is probably the last confession of himself as a Mo Zong teacher. After today, these people may not give him any chance to explain anything later.

He used confession as a bargaining chip in exchange for a little calmness of those who ordered the fate, only wis.h.i.+ng to tell the people who were guessing what he knew. Regardless of whether they believe it or not at the moment, he said it, it is an alarm. If there is turmoil in the future, how many people will remember his reminder today, it may not be too late.

"Thinking about it, if I am Hua Bi Nan, I have the essence of the chess game and the time and s.p.a.ce, but I am not born with enough spiritual power and I have no position to act. What should I do?"

Most of the people in the room are ruthless about the ink, and are not willing to listen to his advice.

However, Jiang Yan was still appreciative of the ink burning because of some previous things, not to mention the **** case of the lonely moon night. He was also suspicious in his own heart. Therefore, he pondered for a while and said: "...will find someone to help."

"Who will help you?"

"no one."

Inkburn said: "Yes, there really is no one, so I can only lie. I deceive a person like Xu Shuanglin who has a great desire in his heart to help him complete the plan step by step."

Master Xuanjing said: "The ink lord is ridiculous. The ruling is not likely to be something else. Time and s.p.a.ce are not something that ordinary people can learn. For thousands of years, no one has ever. The most important one is the essence. They have been lost, who can practice it?"

"That is, this is simply a fantasy."

"You simply said that f.u.xi Dashen came to the world, and this is no different from the opening and closing of time and s.p.a.ce."

"It's really ridiculous, and the storytelling doesn't dare to say that."

In the heart of the Danxin Temple, in the end, some people sneered: "Mo Zongs.h.i.+, paving the way for so long, you should not want to tell us that the people who killed the heroes in the lonely moon night are coming through the door of life and death. The other one in the world?"

Ink burning: "..."

Seeing him not snoring, some people in the hall laughed: "It’s amazing. It’s really amazing. In order to excuse himself, the ink masters have compiled everything."

"Dare to spend a long time, do you want to wash your own crimes?"

Jiang Yan couldn't stand such a noisy. He turned to his sleeves and yelled at the few people who took the lead: "Speaking, what does yin and yang do?"

The master of the mysterious mirror is in line with the tenth: "Jiang Jiangmen, it is not the yin and yang of others, it is really the words of Mo Zongs.h.i.+. It is too ridiculous. According to Laojiao, it is better to invite it to Tianyin Court for trial. ""

"Yeah, the Tianyin Pavilion owner will arrive soon, wait for her to come, let the Mo Zongs.h.i.+ take a trip with her."

Jiang Yan also had a chance to speak in the future. Xue Zhengxuan spoke. Although he had a complicated mind, he still said: "I think the words of the child can be explained. Maybe the time and s.p.a.ce door has really been torn. Tianyin Pavilion is Before the trial of the heinous, he can't go with you until things are clear."

"Yes!" The disciple who has died of life and death stood up. "Heshan lives and dies. If it is not for the Brothers of Mercy to save you, can you stand here with great enthusiasm? If he wants to subvert the upper and lower circles, he will be completely trapped. It’s not good on Mount Lushan!”

Master Xuan Jing glanced: "This..."

Someone said: "It is true. At that time, everyone was trapped in the mountains. It was the master of Mozhao who managed to let us out. He wanted to harm people. Then he could start."

This is true. Many people have pondered this problem and are silent for a while.

But silence does not mean recognition. Many people present at the moment are still wearing filial piety, and their relatives and friends are newly mourned. The mood is extremely sad. What's more, the survivors of the Lushan Flower Hall at that time were witnessing the murder of the murderer. In addition to Mei Hanxue, the witnesses expressed doubts about the situation at that time. Others confirmed that it was the smoldering deity. Under such circ.u.mstances, it is easy for them to give up looking for ink to burn their debts, but to believe in the time and s.p.a.ce that has occurred in mythology.

So soon, some people replied: "But I think this is very uncomfortable. Don't you remember? On the Huangshan Mountain, Mo Zongs.h.i.+'s control over the whole situation and the chess game is extremely accurate. He said that s.h.i.+ Mingjing will Jane Chess, but I think that the person who knows a lot about this ban is his own."

"Yes." After the reb.u.t.tal, there was another person immediately. "There is one more thing. Don't you feel embarra.s.sed? Why can you burn the enchantment?" He is not the back of the Nangong family. ""

The voice fell, this time, a heart of Lang Lang, a Lang Lang female voice.

"This is nothing to be embarra.s.sed. Because the Mozong master is in the blood of the Nangong family."

Everyone looked back, but saw a squadron dressed in silver-colored attire with a silver medal on the waist. The head of the squad was a woman who was squatting up to 2,800 years old. The birth is extremely glamorous, and even comparable to Song Qiutong, the first beauty in the comprehension of the year, but her beauty is beautiful, but the whole person's temperament is very cold.

When everyone saw her, most of them were discolored, and even a few faces had awe.

Only Jiang Yan did not respond too much, nodded: "The owner finally came."

This hard-wearing woman is the main smoke of the Tianyin Pavilion in the rivers and lakes.

The wooden cigarettes lead the Tianyin Pavilion, and the case of the ups and downs of the crimes will fall to her hands. She will preside over the trials - but there are not many cases that need to be dispatched by Tianyin Pavilion, so the leaders of Tianyin Pavilion often Ten or twenty years will not appear in front of everyone.

Because it is not often out, the skin of the wood smoke is extremely white, showing the light green blood vessels under the hidden skin. She walked into the temple and stopped, faintly said: "Sorry, let you stay for a long time."

Master Xuanjing asked: "The cabinet owner is a little late than the appointment, but what happened in the cabinet?"

The wooden cigarette shook his head and shook his head: "It is not the case. Tianyinge has never arrested anyone. So before I came here, my cabinet was thoroughly examining the past events of the dead masters."

She paused, and a pair of apricot eyes looked coldly and smoldered. Zhu Lips lightly said: "Under this investigation, I found out that the matter is not so simple. The ident.i.ty of the Mo Zongs.h.i.+... actually involved a lot of Xiangtan years ago. Old case."

Everyone looked at each other and had some doubts: "What old case?"

Only the whitening face is whiter, and the palms are sweating.

He did not expect this to be said at the moment.

The wood smoke is like a scorpion, and the man who squats in front of the temple indifference, said: "Mo Xianjun, gossip does not speak. Your own life, you have your own heart, is your mouth public, or ask me to invite witnesses into the temple ?"

"..." The ink burns and closes the eyes.

As early as the beginning of rebirth, he knew that if there was no worries in the world, there were several people in this world who must kill the eternal suffering. But at first, he has no strength and no chance. Later, with strength and opportunities, they are no longer willing to take the lives of others for their own personal gain.

In order to conceal his own life, the chips in the handshake, the number of people he killed was enough.

When the wooden cigarette saw him silent, he said: "It seems that Mo Zongs.h.i.+ does not intend to confess himself."

When she finished, the cold and beautiful face showed a touch of indiscriminate inferiority, and then the sleeves turned and faced the guests, and the voices were like bells.

"That would be for me. You and listen - this famous master is already a murderer who has carried dozens of lives before he succ.u.mbs to death. These wicked people, early The rope is in order!"

"what?!"

"Have he killed dozens of people before the entry?"

Xue Meng’s eyes widened and he was full of anger. He murmured: “Brother...?”

This sound is not light, but it just falls into the wood smoke from the ear. The wood smoke leaves the young master of death and death, and faintly said: "Brother?"

Xue Meng: "..."

The rain and snow outside became bigger and bigger, and the sky was getting heavier and heavier. Even though the candle in the hall was bright, he could not breathe.

The look of the wood smoke from the smoldering is full of inferiority, and the look of Xue Meng is immersed in sneer. Her lips are like Danxia, ​​saying: "Revenge is a brother, and Xue Shaozhu is really pitiful."

Xue Meng Ming Ming did not respond to the meaning of this sentence, but the skull has already thundered, as if the ground cracked. He took a clear look and stepped back: "What... what is a brotherhood?"

He trembled all over his body: "What are you talking about..."

The wood smoke no longer cares about him, and turned to say: "Ink rain, not the scorpion of Xue Zhangmen. What's more." She paused, a pair of beautiful and ruthless eyes like a sharp knife, pa.s.sing Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. w.a.n.g’s face is not without justice, not without cruelty:

"The relatives of Xue Zhangmen, already eight years ago, have already died in the hands of ink!"