Wanxuanmen, Wild Grass Cave in Faming Mountain.
A disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, dressed in a black sect uniform, stood with a sword, waved his sleeves expressionlessly, and threw out the law enforcement order, hitting the cave restraint, causing ripples to vibrate violently.
In the cave, Zhang Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged to consolidate his cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes, flashing a cold light.
The restraint was lifted, and the snow-green figure stood erect with a peaceful expression. He cupped his fists at the law enforcement disciple and said, "Disciple Zhang Zheng."
The law enforcement disciple was serious about his words and showed the law enforcement order in front of her eyes, "The order from the law enforcement hall, please also ask Fellow Daoist Zhang to go to the law enforcement hall to ask the heart."
Following the law enforcement disciples all the way to the outside of the law enforcement hall, Zhang Zheng paused and stared at the solemn and solemn hall in front of him.
The whole building has a solemn black tone, and the cornices and carved pillars are all in ink gold lines, surrounded by various animal patterns such as Xie Zhi and Pi Xiu, as if they are vividly displayed on paper.
A palace door on the right was opened. From the outside, it was dark inside, with unreasonable oppression and fear.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please come in."
The law enforcement disciple kept a straight face and urged in a cold voice.
Zhang Zheng nodded and smiled, then stepped into the palace as if nothing had happened, and his body disappeared into the darkness.
Behind him, the door of Wenxin Hall slammed shut.
Entering the Wenxin Hall, the entire hall is majestic and bright, with simple and regular decoration, giving people an inexplicable sense of solemnity and solemnity, which is completely different from the dark and dim appearance from the outside.
If you look up, you will find a mirror as transparent as crystal glass floating above the entire hall.
The mirror of the heart can inquire into the soul, and it can ask about the truth and falsehood, and see the reality.
A sound that seemed far and near suddenly came, like thunder piercing the ears, deafening and deafening.
"My disciple Zhang Zheng, stand under the mirror of questioning. You must answer the questions truthfully. If you conceal anything, you will be severely punished."
Zhang Zheng looked solemn and raised his hands in an upright manner.
The mind-asking mirror slowly rotated, and gentle and gentle spiritual light poured down, covering Zhang Zheng's body.
"Have you met Wang Ruojin?"
"Never."
"Can you hurt Wang Ruojin?"
"Never."
"Do you know the whereabouts of Wang Ruojin?"
"I don't know."
"Do you have a clear conscience about Wang Ruojin's death?"
"No shame."
The questioning stopped abruptly, the aura suddenly dispersed, leaving no trace to be found, and the questioning mirror stopped rotating and remained motionless.
After a full quarter of an hour, the voice echoed in the hall again, "The questioning is over. Zhang Zheng is not guilty."
As soon as he finished speaking, the palace door opened wide.
Zhang Zheng bowed respectfully towards the main hall, turned around and strode out of the Wenxin Hall.
The law enforcement disciples are still waiting outside, standing as straight as bamboo.
Seeing Zhang Zheng walking out of the Wenxin Hall unharmed, the law enforcement disciple stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Sister Zhang, I have offended you a lot, I hope you won't blame me."
Zhang Zheng raised a gentle smile, waved her hands in a happy mood and said: "I won't mind if it's necessary for law enforcement."
Saying goodbye to the law enforcement disciples, as soon as the two of them turned away from each other, Zhang Zheng's expression suddenly changed, and he started running "Light Spirit Art" and galloping towards the cave.
As soon as Fang returned to the cave, Zhang Zheng didn't even bother to check the two communication talismans sent from someone outside the cave. He hurriedly lowered the ban, rushed into the cave and sat down on the futon.
At this time, her face could no longer hide its sickly paleness, "Wow-", she leaned over and vomited a pool of dark red blood.
Before he fell into coma, his body was brutally snatched away, and his soul was almost eaten.
In just a few days since she woke up, her soul was struck by thunder from the sky, and she finally recovered slightly, but then she had to take the initiative to tear her soul apart, and she had to work hard to prevent its recovery.
As her soul, she has suffered enough.
I had a splitting headache, the extreme pain was almost in my chest, and my brain was screaming unscrupulously, wanting Zhang Zheng to surrender.
Zhang Zheng endured the trembling pain all over his body and concentrated on repairing the soul that had been split into two.
Now that things have happened, the more pain she feels, the more she gnashes her teeth in hatred towards this strange soul that wants to take away his body.
If this ghost hadn't suddenly sprung out, Wan Sheng would definitely have died in her hands, instead of being uncertain about his life and death now, and having to be constantly on guard against his attacks and murders in the future.
She didn't know whether Wansheng wanted to kill her because of his own selfish motives or because he was instigated by the Ji family behind his back.
If it is the latter, she has been exposed now. Once he informs the Ji family behind him, I am afraid she will face more crises in the future.
This ghost thing also made her sleep for nearly ten years. Not only did Wang Ruojin discover the secret, she also lost ten years of blood. If the vitality in her body hadn't kept her alive at all times, she would have died from excessive blood loss.
After killing Wang Ruojin and getting into such trouble again, in order to survive the torture of the Heart-Winning Mirror, he had to tear his newly harmonized soul apart.
The only good thing may be that Zhang Zheng hasn't had time to receive the memory of the body-stealing soul, and the two are still independent systems.
When he saw Wang Ruojin, it was Zhang Zheng who killed Wang Ruojin, so he had no idea about his soul.
Cruelly cut off the soul, completely separate the body-taking soul, and use it to independently face the interrogation of the Heart-Questing Mirror.
Finally managed to escape by luck.
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Shuanglian Peak, Yanbing Cave.
Outside the cave, there is white snow, and silver frost and snow are falling overwhelmingly. This mountain peak, which is covered with frost and snow all year round and has not melted for many years, is covered with a layer of white.
Inside the cave, two people were sitting opposite each other, a man and a woman. Their looks were very similar. The man's features were as gentle and handsome as warm jade, while the woman's face was as cold as the frost and snow outside the cave, and her texture was like ice.
It was Lin Xiaoxiao and Lin Yihan.
Lin Xiaoxiao rubbed the center of her brows tiredly, her brows stained with an inextricable tiredness.
Seeing that his sister was so tired, Lin Yihan couldn't help but feel distressed, and advised softly: "Since Elder Huan is taking care of the affairs of the Shuanglian lineage, you should take a good rest."
Liu Ruqing, the main elder of the Shuanglian lineage, disappeared outside the Guyuan secret realm. As his only direct disciple, Lin Xiaoxiao had to manage affairs together with the other elders.
It was okay at first, I still held out hope, thinking that the soul lamp was still there and the master would come back soon.
But such helpless hope was gradually extinguished by waiting day and night. The soul lamp was so weak that it could barely distinguish its flames, and there was no news from the people sent by Wanxuanmen.
With the Mountain and Sea Order just around the corner, these days have become even busier. Disciple quotas, reward content, resource allocation...
Even though the affairs mainly fell on a few elders, Lin Xiaoxiao was still very busy all day long.
The sorrow of losing Master was intertwined with the busyness of everything, which was exhausting.
Lin Yihan and Jiang Fenglai were slightly better than her, thanks to the fact that Jiang Chaorui had many disciples throughout his life, and there were several senior brothers and sisters who supported them.
Even if something happens, they only need to help occasionally. At present, Jiang Fenglai is working with the senior sister to determine the quota allocation.
As the eldest daughter of the family and the senior sister of Shuanglian lineage, Lin Xiaoxiao must not act recklessly or make any mistakes in her every move. She can only show her casual attitude unscrupulously in front of her close biological brother.
Lin Xiaoxiao was half leaning on the stone table, holding a tea cup in one hand and shaking it. The tea inside sloshed around and spilled out of the tea cup. Before it fell on the table, she used her spiritual energy as a ladle to scoop it back.
With a tired tone, he responded feebly: "I know."
Seeing her like this, Lin Yihan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "You just have a strong temper and cannot tolerate any imperfection in front of outsiders."
"You have to live to save face and suffer the consequences."
Lin Xiaoxiao half-raised her eyes, glanced at him with disdain, and hummed dissatisfied, "No matter what, it's better than my elder brother's infatuation."
The hand holding the teacup paused and then he put it back on the table as if nothing had happened. Lin Yihan said helplessly: "What do you think about all day?"
Lin Xiaoxiao shook the teacup in her hand carelessly and answered the question, "But..."
"Brother, the person you like is really not a good person to you..."
Chapter completed!