The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

"This is where?"

　　 This is Liang Yan's first problem after waking up, but he has no time to think about it at the moment, because his head is dizzy and his whole body is painful like a knife. His spiritual power rushed from left to right in his body, not like his own true energy, but like a wild horse running out of his body.

　　 Liang Yan resisted the pain in his heart and worked hard to perform the exercises. The "two fish twins formation" slowly circulated in his body, trying his best to bring those unruly spiritual powers into the array.

　　 However, these spiritual powers are too large, and they become forces in their meridians, just like those secular vassal kings who do not follow the orders of the central dantian.

　　 At a critical moment, Liang Yan's "Clear Water Pill Heart Jue" suddenly appeared in Liang Yan's mind.

　　 Although this technique is only an auxiliary secret technique, it is derived from changes in water flow, and is well versed in the principle of guiding benefits according to the situation. It is a method to increase the speed of spiritual power by dredging one's own meridians. At this moment, Liang Yan used to channel his rushing spiritual power, but it couldn't be more appropriate.

　　 He sat cross-legged in the same place, following the method of "Bishui Danxin Jue" for several weeks, the piercing pain only slightly improved.

　　 Liang Yan gradually returned to clarity in his mind. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked around, only to see that he was in a stone room. This stone room is surrounded by walls on three sides and a wooden fence on one side. At this time, it is pitch black and there is no light.

　　 "It's actually a prison cell."

　　 Liang Yan gave a wry smile, and then realized that he was already behind bars.

　　 He looked down and noticed a pair of shackles on his feet. He was in pain just now, but he never noticed it. The shackles are neither gold nor iron, and I don't know what kind of material they are used to cast, but no matter what kind of magical powers Liang Yan uses, they can't actually damage the shackles.

　　 "It seems that I was sent to the prison of Yixing Pavilion. I only heard about it a little bit before. I never thought I should be on my own one day." Liang Yan laughed at himself.

　　 He has already remembered that when he was in a coma that day, he did catch a glimpse of two law enforcement disciples arriving, thinking that they were the ones who arrested himself.

　　 Thinking of that day, Liang Yan immediately had many doubts in his heart.

　　Where is the sacred purple shadow? Unconsciously able to stir up his own demons.

　　 And it confronted the Heavenly Jade Bead for a long time, and finally, why did it take the initiative to dissipate the magical powers and let the Heavenly Judgement be inhaled?

　　 The most important thing is that after the Tianjizhu absorbed the demon head, a "magic" word appeared among the four spheres around it. What do the other three spheres represent?

　　 No one can answer these many doubts for him at all. With his current cultivation knowledge, naturally he can't think of a reason.

"But one thing is certain, the spiritual power of this purple shadow comes from the same source as the purple awn in the Lingquan cave that Sun Qianli discovered. Now that I think about it, the clear water dripping from the gourd in the hands of the scholar statue is full of aura. This is the source of the spiritual spring in the cave. This clear water is contaminated with a trace of spiritual power of the purple magic shadow, and then flows into the ground, turning into several spiritual springs, and one of them happened to be discovered by Sun Qianli, which also explains this. Why can Liang Yan absorb purple light from that spiritual spring."

　　 Thinking of this, Liang Yan couldn't help laughing wryly: "The gourd has been shattered by the sword qi, and the purple shadow has been absorbed by the heavenly bead. I am afraid that the spring that Sun Qianli has discovered no longer exists."

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　　 At the same time Liang Yan was sober, inside the Council Chamber of Yixing Pavilion.

　　 In the hall, on a golden cane chair in the middle, a woman in purple is sitting.

　　 This woman has a dignified face, a cold look, and an aura of no anger and prestige between her eyebrows. There are six people standing under her seat. These six people are male and female, and they are all in the same class, and their costumes are very different.

　　 The purple-clothed woman sat on the seat, glanced at the rest of the people in the hall, and said faintly:

　　 "I didn't expect such a big event to happen during my sect's'Miao Calligraphy Conference', how do you think about it?"

　　 As soon as she said this, someone answered first:

"According to the law enforcement disciples who arrived, the Haoran iron scroll left by the ancestor master has already been moved, and Zhuo Bufan died tragically among them. Only Liang Yan survived. Obviously, this son intended to encroach on the legacy of the ancestor master. After being smashed by Zhuo Bufan and fighting between the two, Liang Yan did not know what conspiracy and tricks he had used, and he actually won Zhuo Bufan. However, it is an indisputable fact that he harmed the same family and stole the treasures of the sect."

　　 was talking about a white-clothed man, who looked twenty-seven or eighty-eight, with a plum blossom pattern embroidered on the cuffs of his clothes. If there is a pill vein disciple here, he will be able to recognize that this person is the current leader of the Yixing Pavilion Pill Vessel, Yang Dansheng.

　　Yang Dansheng's voice just fell, someone agreed: "Yes, this man has wolf ambition. After getting started, he deliberately approached Xian'er. It is hard to guarantee that it was not the spies sent by the opponents of my sect."

　　 The voice is pleasing to the ear. The speaker is a woman, dressed in palace clothes, with gentle eyebrows and elegant temperament. It is Yan Xinyu, the master of Qin Dao who has a close relationship with Liang Yan.

"Dao Master Yan's remarks are too much, he is just a five-tiered handyman disciple, and his cultivation aptitude is poor. I am afraid that he will cultivate until he is old and cannot break through the foundation building. How can he get in touch with my sect's core secrets? If it is a spy sent by the enemy, it should never be so mediocre."

　　 Yan Xinyu squinted and saw that the one who interrupted was a young scholar, dressed in a cyan Confucian robe, with fair skin and wise eyes.

　　 She snorted coldly and retorted: "I think Daozhu Xu is making a false judgment. How can you guess the mind of the evil demon from the outside world, maybe he has hidden treasures and left behind?"

　　 "Haha! Xu is just arguing about the matter. I am a Confucian school of Confucianism, and it is a matter of the life of the disciple. It should be handled impartially, not for personal reasons."

　　 "Xu Kuan! Who do you mean to abandon the public for private purposes?" Yan Xinyu was furious after hearing this, and scolded: "Believe it or not, I will go to your Yiqifeng tomorrow and smash your broken chessboard?"

　　 Xu Kuan was not annoyed, but he chuckled with his hands behind his back, and said no more.

　　 The purple-clothed woman frowned slightly when she saw the two people arguing, and then turned to look at the other person in the court. This person is dressed in grey clothes, tall and thin, with a talisman mark embroidered on the cuffs.

　　 "Wu Jiuzhi, as the master of runes, what do you think about this?"

The grey-clothed man named Wu Jiuzhi had a serious face, and said with an urn voice: "Exterior demons, everyone gets punishable. I have checked Zhuo Bufan's corpse. His injuries are weird and the vitality in his body has been lost. This is what he used to say. This is not my disciple's method at all. I think it must be a spy!"

　　 "No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has many doubts about this matter. How can a disciple of a handyman in Liangyan district know the location of my ancestor statue?"

At this time, a fat and strong man retorted: "And how could Zhuo Bufan accidentally rush to the scene? He found that something was wrong. He didn't notify the guard disciple Bai Ze who was on duty at the first time, but went deep alone. This Very questionable."

　　 The man who was talking was dressed in a sackcloth and a wine gourd hung around his waist. In such a solemn hall, he was bare-chested, just like a casual man in the market.

　　 If Liang Yan was here, he would be able to recognize that this person was the drunk man he encountered painting on the mountain wall when he left the valley not long ago.

　　 Seeing that there are different opinions in the hall, all the masters hold their own opinions. The purple-clothed woman's brows were deeper, she sighed lightly, and then looked at someone in the corner of the hall.

This man looks like a seventy-year-old man with a bald head and wrinkles on his face. He almost squeezes his eyes and nose together. There is a writing brush stuck in his waist, but this brush is the same as him. Bald pen.

　　 There are only six people in the hall except the purple-clothed woman. At this time, all five have expressed their opinions, and only this old man has been standing in the corner. With his eyes closed, his hands behind his back, there was a snoring noise from time to time, and he fell asleep standing up!

　　 The purple-clothed woman was quite embarrassed, she could only cough heavily and asked, "What do you think Brother Sima?"

　　 The old man seemed to be awakened by his words, his snoring stopped abruptly, and then he shook his mouth, slowly opening his dim old eyes.

　　 "Not guilty!"

　　 As he spoke, he closed his eyes again, and said nothing.