Feng Yaozhen thought about it, then nodded and said, "The White House Lord, you don't have to be polite. It should be like this in terms of emotion and reason." After a while, when Bai Yixu invited Shang Yuru and Tong Tianbing to the Beimo family, Ji Gu and Ji followed the two monks to Qingtaochuan. The two of them did not stop and went straight to the prefect's mansion. The originally deserted Beimo mansion became lively again.

Lin Miao, Long Yubing and his group, together with Geng Qin, Di Kai came to Beimo's house, and was startled by the scene in front of him: he saw people in the room surrounding Mu Wushuang, as if interrogating a prisoner in the court. Long Yubing closed the corners of his mouth and looked at Zhang Xiuwen. Zhang Xiuwen frowned, rubbed his fingers and said to Geng Qin: "Master Geng, if you are not convenient to speak, Zhang will do it for you."

Gengqin didn't want others to see her now (like Long Yubing's appearance), so she nodded and pressed her hat lowered. Zhang Xiuwen walked to the door of the living room, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Zhang Xiuwen of Jiujian Pavilion, together with the Master Geng of Can Midao, have seen you all." As he said that, Zhang Xiuwen and Gengqin clasped their fists to everyone in the room side by side.

After everyone returned the gift, Zhang Xiuwen and Gengqin came to Mu Wushuang. After Lin Miao and others finished the gift, they stood behind the three of them. Bai Xiaochuan snorted with some disdain: "There are so many people coming from Jiujian Pavilion! And they actually invited Master Geng, so lucky to be lucky." Zhang Xiuwen's throat moved, and he had already found that the room was full of famous masters from all sects, and no young people of Mu Wushuang's generation could be seen.

Long Yubing also noticed that the room was full of people of high age, and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "Hmph, these people are so afraid of hooligans!" Bai Xiaochuan and others did this with the excuse to block Lin Miao outside the door. Zhang Xiuwen and Gengqin could naturally see it. Gengqin waved his hand at Di Kai, and Di Kai immediately understood and turned around and left the living room.

Zhang Xiuwen said lightly to Lin Miao and Zhang Tingmu: "You retreat too." Lin Miao, Zhang Tingmu led Su Xiaoyu and followed Di Kai to the door to close the door, leaving only Long Yubing left in the room. Bai Xiaochuan smiled with satisfaction, and then said to Zhang Xiuwen seriously: "Zhang Zhengge, you must still remember the death of my apprentice Dugu Ying last year, right?"

Zhang Xiuwen frowned and said, "But the White House Lord, have we agreed that all the hatred has been written off? The Tong Cult Master of Leng Ji Peak can testify." Tong Tianbing was slightly stunned, and then nodded reluctantly: "Well! This is indeed the case." Bai Xiaochuan glanced at Tong Tianbing, and then slowly said, "Zhang Zhengge, I had no intention of causing trouble again, but Yinghong, as my disciple, lost her husband in middle age, is reasonable. I dare not say that I should seek justice for her. At least I have to know the whole story, right?"

Zhang Xiuwen glanced at Mu Wushuang and gave him a wink: "Wushuang, have you ever explained it clearly?" Mu Wushuang nodded and replied: "By Uncle Zhang, I have told you everything I know, and every sentence is true." At this time, the monk Jisui snorted coldly: "Most monsters are cruel by nature and have many tricks. Just by your one-sided words, it is really hard to convince the public! Amitabha." Mu Wushuang took a deep breath and looked at Jisui with an unkind look on his face.

Jisui seemed to be impatient when he looked at Mu Wushuang for a long time. He was closing his eyes and fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hand. Although he looked quite Huijue's style, Mu Wushuang had no affection for this monk. Jigu, the junior brother sitting next to Jisui, whispered: "Senior brother, Master Huijue said that Donor Mu is not such a person." Jisui still closed his eyes and said: "You can't see that this demon is so strong in his anger? I'm afraid that Master Huijue is too kind and deceived by him. Goodbye."

Mu Wushuang's cheeks tightened and was about to speak, Zhang Xiuwen stopped Mu Wushuang and bowed to the two Shaolin monks: "I have met two masters below. But the master can make a conclusion just by just a glance, so it is inevitable that he will make arbitrary decision." Ji Sui stopped pulling the Buddhist beads, slowly opened his eyes and said, "Is that what donor Zhang meant is that I wronged him?" Zhang Xiuwen saw Ji Sui's expression was arrogant, and then shook his head without hesitation: "I have no such intention, I just think that the master's inference is inappropriate."

Ji Sui stretched out his hand and pointed at Mu Wushuang: "The murderous aura and violent aura on his body are even better than those evil old monsters. Isn't Zhang's eyes doubting me?" Zhang Xiuwen was silent for a moment before slowly saying: "I dare not, I just think that the master is a little judged by his appearance." Ji Sui stared at Zhang Xiuwen with anger and quickly fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Ji Gu hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Ji Sui, don't get angry! Everyone is speculating now, and there is no real evidence. Amitabha, how good it is." Shang Yuru glanced at Bai Xiaochuan and asked with some knowledge of the question: "Master of the White House, where is your female disciple? Why don't you ask her to come and explain the matter clearly together?"

Bai Xiaochuan waved his hand in pain: "My disciple Yinghong is now in an emotional state. It would be better not to meet Wushuang Young Hero. Besides, Wushuang Young Hero is young and energetic, and has extremely high martial arts skills. I dare not let Yinghong take risks anymore." Long Yubing asked with a tweet, "Master of the White House, are you aware that my Nine Sword Pavilion sect is the murderer?"

Bai Xiaochuan glanced at Long Yubing and could only say ambiguously: "Miss Long, I dare not say that the evidence is conclusive now, but it should be almost the same as the truth, right?" Long Yubing took a deep breath and was about to refute him, but suddenly he heard Lin Miao shouting outside the door: "You disciples from the Donghai Sect, come over and compete with me a few times! Hurry up, Sister Yao is more skillful than you!"

Then Bai Yixu asked a little nervously: "Brother Lin, what do you mean?" Lin Miao sneered, and bye bye fingers, the brittle sound of joints exerting force could be heard clearly even in the room: "Master, I have nothing else to mean, I just want to learn the tricks of the Donghai Sect - Isn't someone just saying that the martial arts of the Jiujian Pavilion are just like this? I want to see, the Donghai Sect's Wufeng Qianzhanglang is famous, but I don't know how much compared to the Zixiang Divine Art."

When Shang Yuru heard Lin Miao say this, his face changed and he hurriedly got up and went outside the door. Lin Miao and Zhang Tingmu were facing away from the door, standing opposite to the disciples of the Donghai Sect led by Zhou Siwei. Bai Yisheng stood next to Bai Yixu and asked him quietly, "Brother, is this guy really that powerful?" Bai Yixu nodded in a low voice: "It's even more powerful than you think! Second brother, don't provoke him."

Lin Miao pointed at Zhou Siwei and sneered: "It's you again, I think you are like the leader." Zhou Siwei stared at Lin Miao coldly and nodded. Lin Miao took two steps to the crowd, shook his arms and said, "That's you. Should we fight with empty hands or move weapons? If we move weapons, I will borrow one." Shang Yuru flew to Zhou Siwei and pointed at Lin Miao and shouted loudly: "Young Master Lin, don't rely on your high martial arts skills to make you feel wronged, do whatever you want!"
Chapter completed!