Chapter 445 I Was Just Defending Myself

At the same time, Yuan Mansion.

After Miao Qing left, Yuan Ming immediately went to see his parents.

He didn't care much about Miao Qing's weird behavior. What he really cared about was his parents' thoughts and opinions about leaving the capital.

After hearing Yuan Ming's thoughts, Mrs. Yuan took the lead and said before Yuan Zuochong could speak:

"Wherever Ming'er goes, I will go. Don't think of leaving mother behind this time!"

When Yuan Ming heard this, he pursed his lips, and a look of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Your mother is just like this, don't take it too seriously, but she is right. As long as the family is together, it doesn't matter where you live. I have heard about the situation on the East China Sea for a long time, and I also longed for it for a while when I was young. I thought that now that I am old, I can go there to settle down." Yuan Zuochong patted Yuan Ming on the shoulder and smiled twice.

Yuan Ming looked at his parents with great emotion. Although they said it was easy, leaving behind their relatives and friends and leaving the capital where they had lived for nearly sixty years was by no means an easy decision to make.

His lips moved, and he was about to say something more, when his expression suddenly changed.

"Mom and Dad, please stay in the house. No matter what happens outside, don't come out."

Saying that, Yuan Ming quickly walked out of the house, took out the Night Journey of Hundred Ghosts, released a group of Danjie ghost slaves, and ordered them to guard the house and not allow anyone to enter.

The ghost slaves immediately took the order and went underground to hide their traces.

After Yuan Ming made these arrangements, he felt a little at ease. He looked up at the sky and saw a stream of light approaching quickly, hovering over Yuan Mansion in the blink of an eye.

After the light dissipated, Zha Yancai's figure was revealed.

Her consciousness swept over the Yuan Mansion without hesitation, and when she discovered where Yuan Ming was, she followed him with her eyes and said loudly: "Yuan Ming, I think the offense against you back then will be forgotten, but you don't know Repent, not only injured the disciples of Ben Guan, but also secretly murdered the elders of Ben Guan. His crimes are too numerous to describe. Now that I am here in person, why don’t you just let him go and arrest you!"

Her voice spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. The movement that had just escaped had already alarmed all the people in the city. Now that she heard her words, the whole capital suddenly boiled like boiling water.

Yuan Ming's face darkened, and he flew straight up into the sky, looking directly at Zha Yancai. Murderous intent surged in his heart, and he was about to take action, but he remembered Liu Tianming's troubled look last night, so he temporarily suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice:

"Master Miao's injuries were all faked by himself and have nothing to do with me. You know it in your heart. As for Elder Zuo's matter, he wants to incriminate him. Let me ask you, what evidence do you have?"

"Ha! Proof? In the entire Central Plains, no one will talk to us in Changchun about proof." Zha Yancai sneered, raised her hand without any scruples, and an ice crystal whip appeared in her palm.

As she clenched her fingers, a cloud of white ice mist immediately emerged from the handle of the long whip, wrapping the long whip and Zha Yancai's arms.

She has been in the pill formation for nearly a hundred years, and now she is only half a step away from the late stage of the pill formation. In her opinion, no matter how powerful Yuan Ming is, he is just a junior who has just broken through the pill formation, and he is just another casual cultivator. How can she be compared with a sect monk like her?

Therefore, she came here with the idea of ​​​​killing him first and telling him later. No matter whether the imperial family in Guanzhong wanted to protect Yuan Ming or not, as long as he killed him, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

In the world of immortality, no one would go to war over a dead person who had no use value, especially in her opinion, except for Liu Tianming, the other party did not have any deep background that she needed to worry about.

When Yuan Ming saw Zha Yancai taking the lead, he sighed and a trace of helplessness flashed across his face.

But then, he no longer concealed the murderous intention in his heart, and looked at Zha Yancai as if he were looking at a dead person.

The next moment, he opened his mouth and spat out, and the Soul-Destroying Sword flew out from his mouth. While it was still in mid-air, Yuan Ming hit it with a magic spell. The runes on the sword instantly lit up, and an invisible force came towards Cha Cha. Yancai rushed forward, and at the same time, another black sword light followed closely behind.

At the same time, Zha Yancai waved her right arm, as if she wanted to activate the magic weapon. However, at this moment, her heart jumped suddenly, and an invisible force enveloped her body in an instant, causing her body to collapse. He froze for a moment.

A look of surprise appeared on Zha Yancai's face. For some reason, she just felt that at this moment, she was not facing a monk in the early stage of forming pills, but a strong person in the Nascent Soul stage.

At this time, she had lost all will to fight, and only one thought flashed through her subconscious mind: "Escape quickly."

At this moment, somewhere on the east side of the capital, Liu Tianming was hurriedly flying towards this side on a magic weapon. As he flew, he activated his magic power and shouted:

"Elder Zha, wait a moment! There is faith in the vision, saying..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a black sword light streaking across Zha Yancai's neck in the distance above the Yuan Mansion. Before he could get closer, the headless body fell straight down.

"You're late." Yuan Ming shrugged at Liu Tianming and said helplessly.

"Brother Ming, you...oh, what should I do now?" Liu Tianming sighed and scratched his hair in distress.

"I'll kill them all. There's no point worrying about it. Besides, she was the one who made the move first, and she definitely shouldn't have been so close to my parents. I was just defending myself. I didn't expect her to be so weak." Yuan Ming put away the Soul-Destroying Sword and said so.

"Alas, the old guys in the temple won't talk about this. They will only think that you have slapped them in the face and will definitely find a way to retaliate. No, our plan has to be advanced. Before they react, Brother Ming, you have to take your parents to the East China Sea. If they are stopped, it will be really over." Liu Tianming said anxiously.

"Okay, then I will let them pack up now and set off immediately." Yuan Ming had his parents' previous words, and he no longer hesitated in his heart and said immediately.

...

About an hour later.

Chaotian Mountains in Dajin Zhongzhou.

Light clouds and mist covered the overlapping mountains, and golden light shone from the gaps, dazzling and bright, as if a sun was hidden.

One by one, the agile cranes emerged from the mist, with auras covering their snow-white feathers, and flowing clouds wrapped around their bodies, and they rose and fell with the shaking of their wings, like silk and silk, ethereal and ethereal.

In the mist, golden halls were built against the mountain. Glazed bricks and tiles, warm jade bricks and stones, precious jade materials rarely seen in the outside world, are only used as auxiliary materials for decoration here. Wherever you look, there is a sense of luxury.

Between the pavilions and halls, monks in lavender robes shuttled back and forth, showing elegance and calmness in their gestures.

This place is the headquarters of the first sect in the Central Plains, Changchun Temple. The scenery outside is far better than that of the unknown small sect such as Biluo Cave, and even Shengye Sect can't compare with it.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

Suddenly, three dull bell sounds rang throughout the sect. The disciples who heard the bells looked up in surprise and looked at the highest peak in the sect. They talked to each other and looked a little uneasy.

According to the ancestral rules, the ancient bell on Wuxia Peak will only ring when an important person dies.

Ringing three times means that a Jindan elder has died.

Although this incident was quite rare, it was not enough to make all the disciples uneasy.

The real reason can be traced back to a few months ago.

At that time, the ancient bell of the mountain rang four times in a row, representing the death of a Yuanying stage cultivator. The sad bell sound lingered in the mountains for a long time.

And so, less than half a year later, another Jindan elder died.

Even the disciples who blindly believed that Changchun Temple was invincible in the world had a premonition of the coming storm.

At the same time as the bell rang, eleven figures sat around a long table in the hall on the top of Wuxia Peak, silently looking at the jade slips placed in front of them.

The purple-haired male cultivator sitting at the first seat on the right side of the long table looked around and saw that everyone had finished reading the contents of the jade slip, so he said: "Today, there are four things to discuss with you. The first is the news from the capital. Elder Cha, who was responsible for investigating Zuo Qinghui's disappearance, was beheaded in public by Yuan Ming. According to Elder Cha's investigation before his death, this person was also related to Zuo Qinghui's disappearance. What do you think, how should we deal with this person?"

Jindan cultivators don't care about worldly affairs, but if it involves the existence of the same Jindan realm, or if it affects the major decisions of the sect, they still need to come forward to make a decision.

However, there are many Jindan elders in Changchun Temple. If all of them have to go out to discuss everything, it will inevitably be delayed. Therefore, under the instruction of the Yuanying ancestor, some Jindan elders were selected separately to represent others in discussing matters.

And now the eleven Jindans sitting at the long table are old and young, and their cultivation is different, but they have one thing in common.

That is, they are all related to a Yuanying ancestor in the temple.

Even if they are not relatives or disciples, they are at least recognized by a certain Nascent Soul ancestor. Their words and deeds here represent the will of those Nascent Soul ancestor.

For example, the purple-haired male cultivator, named Qu Liang, is the great-grandson of a Nascent Soul cultivator named Qu in the temple. Although he is only in the early stage of Jindan, he has gained the initiative of the meeting because his great grandfather has entered the middle stage of Nascent Soul for hundreds of years.

Hearing Qu Liang's words, a full-faced beard, open-collared and bare-chested sturdy man turned his eyes and looked at an empty chair beside the long table.

"Can we decide this matter? Has the news been sent to Patriarch Mingquan? What did he say?" The sturdy man asked slowly.

"Patriarch Mingquan is not in the temple now. I have also told him the news through the sound transmission note, but he did not respond." Qu Liang shook his head and said.

"Does this mean that we can make our own decisions? However, Cha Yancai is the beloved disciple of Patriarch Mingquan, and Yuan Ming has long been dissatisfied with our Changchun Temple. Now he has killed Cha Yancai in public. What is there to discuss? Just send people to surround and kill him." The bearded man put down the jade slip, with an attitude that there was no need to say more.

His words were echoed by many elders. They all spoke in agreement, that is, they must completely kill Yuan Ming, who was ignorant of the world, to set an example.

Of course, Yuan Ming advanced from an unknown Qi Refining Stage cultivator to the Jindan Stage in just a few decades. This is also extremely rare in the history of Changchun Temple, which also made them feel a little inexplicable.

However, there were four Jindan Stage elders at the long table who remained silent and did not agree with him.