Chapter 89 Everyone Has His Own Opinion

"This is where?"

This was Liang Yan's first question after waking up, but he had no time to think about it at this moment because his head was so dizzy and his whole body felt like a knife cutting pain. A whole body of spiritual energy rushed left and right in his body. It didn't look like his own true energy at all. Instead, it was like a wild horse that ran wild, galloping freely in his body.

Liang Yan endured the excruciating pain and worked hard to run his skills. The "Two Fish Twin Formation" slowly moved inside his body, trying his best to collect the unruly spiritual energy into the formation.

However, these spiritual powers are too huge, and each has its own power in the meridians, just like those feudal kings in the secular world who do not obey the orders of the central Dantian.

At the critical moment, Kuchiki's "Bishui Danxin Jue" suddenly appeared in Liang Yan's mind.

Although this technique is only an auxiliary secret technique, it is derived from the changes in water flow, and is well versed in the principle of guiding the situation to the advantage. It is a method of increasing the speed of spiritual power condensation by unblocking one's own meridians. It was a perfect moment for Liang Yan to channel his surging spiritual power.

He sat cross-legged on the spot and followed the method of "Bishui Danxin Jue" for several days before the heart-wrenching pain got slightly better.

Liang Yan's mind gradually returned to clarity. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, only to see that he was in a stone room. The stone room was surrounded by walls on three sides and a wooden fence on one side. It was pitch black at this time, with no light at all.

"It's actually a prison cell."

Liang Yan smiled bitterly, and then realized that he was behind bars.

He looked down and noticed a pair of shackles on his feet. He was in pain all over his body just now, but he never noticed it. The shackles were neither gold nor iron, and I don't know what kind of material they were made of. However, no matter what magical power Liang Yan used, he could not damage the shackles at all.

"It seems that I was imprisoned in Yixing Pavilion. I only heard about it a little bit before, but I never thought that one day it would happen to me." Liang Yan laughed to himself.

He had already remembered that when he was unconscious that day, he did catch a glimpse of two Law Pavilion law enforcement disciples arriving, presumably they were the ones who arrested him.

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

Who is that purple demonic shadow? He can actually stir up his own inner demons without even realizing it.

Moreover, it had been confronting Tian Ji Zhu for a long time, so why did he finally take the initiative to dissipate his magical power and let Tian Ji Zhu suck him in?

The most important thing is that after Tianji Pearl absorbed the demon head, a word "devil" appeared among the four spheres around it. So what do the other three spheres represent?

No one could answer these many doubts for him, and with his current knowledge of cultivation, he naturally couldn't figure out the reason.

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

Thinking of this, Liang Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The gourd has been shattered by the sword energy, and the purple demonic shadow has been absorbed by the Tianji Pearl. Now the spiritual spring discovered by Sun Qianli may no longer exist."

Just when Liang Yan came to his senses, he was in the meeting room of Yixing Pavilion.

In the hall, on a golden wicker chair in the middle, a woman in purple was sitting.

This woman has a dignified face, a cold expression, and an air of calm and self-power between her eyebrows. There were six people standing under her seat. These six people were men and women, old and young, and their clothing styles were also completely different.

The woman in purple sat on her seat, glanced at the rest of the people in the hall, and said calmly:

"I didn't expect that such a big event would happen during our sect's 'Miao Calligraphy Ceremony'. What do you think of this matter?"

As soon as she said this, someone rushed to answer:

"According to the law enforcement disciples who arrived, the iron scroll left by the ancestor had been moved, and Zhuo Bufan died tragically in it. Only Liang Yan survived. It was obvious that this son wanted to get his hands on the treasure left by the ancestor. Later, Zhuo Bufan broke him up, and the two had a fight. Liang Yan used some conspiracy and trick to actually defeat Zhuo Bufan. However, it is an indisputable fact that he killed his fellow sect members and stole the sect's treasures. "

The speaker was a man in white clothes, who looked to be in his late twenties, with a plum blossom pattern embroidered on the cuffs of his clothes. If there are Danmai disciples here, they will surely recognize that this person is Yang Dansheng, the current Danmai master of Yixing Pavilion.

As soon as Yang Dansheng finished speaking, someone echoed: "Yes, this person is very ambitious. After joining the family, he deliberately got close to Xian'er. There is no guarantee that he is not a spy sent by the enemies of our sect."

The voice was pleasant to the ear, and the person speaking was a woman. She was dressed in palace attire, had gentle features, and an elegant temperament. She was Yan Xinyu, the Taoist master of Qin Tao who had a relationship with Liang Yan.

"Dao Master Yan is going too far. He is just a handyman disciple at the fifth level of Qi training, and his cultivation qualifications are poor. I am afraid that even if he practices until old age and death, he will not be able to break through the foundation building. How can he get access to the core secrets of our sect? ? If he is really a spy sent by his enemy, he should never be so mediocre."

Yan Xinyu squinted over and saw that the person who interrupted was a young scholar, wearing a blue Confucian robe, with fair skin and wise eyes.

She snorted coldly and retorted: "I think Dao Master Xu is making rash judgments. How can you guess the thoughts of the evil heretic? Maybe he has a hidden treasure and a back-up plan?"

"Haha! Mr. Xu is just discussing the matter. I am a great Confucian sect in Yixing Pavilion. It concerns the lives of my disciples. It should be dealt with impartially and not for personal reasons."

"Xu Kuan! Who do you think is abandoning public service for personal gain?" After hearing this, Yan Xinyu became furious and scolded: "Believe it or not, I will go to your chess peak tomorrow and smash your broken chessboard?"

Xu Kuan was not annoyed, he just put his hands behind his back, smiled and said no more.

The woman in purple frowned slightly when she saw the two arguing, then turned to look at the other person in the field. This man was wearing gray clothes, tall and thin, with a talisman mark embroidered on his cuffs.

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

The gray-clothed man named Wu Jiuzhi had a serious look on his face and said angrily: "Here's evil demon, everyone can find it and kill it. I have checked Zhuo Bufan's body. He has strange injuries and all the vitality in his body. This is what Liang Yan used This is not the method of a disciple of our sect at all. I think it must be a spy!"

"No, there are many doubts about this matter. How does Liang Yan, a mere handyman disciple, know the location of the statue of our ancestor?"

At this time, a fat and strong man retorted: "And how could Zhuo Bufan arrive at the scene by chance? When he realized that something was wrong, he did not immediately notify the guarding disciple Bai Ze on duty, but went deep alone. This is It’s very doubtful.”

The big man who spoke was wearing linen clothes with a wine gourd hanging around his waist. In such a serious hall, he actually showed his chest and breasts, looking like an idle man in the market.

If Liang Yan were here, he would definitely recognize this person as the drunken man he met painting on the mountain wall when he left the valley not long ago.

Seeing that there are different opinions in the hall, each Taoist master has his own opinion. The purple-clothed woman's brows deepened. She sighed softly and then looked at a person in the corner of the hall.

This person looks like an old man in his seventies, with a slightly bald head and wrinkles on his face. His eyes and nose are almost squeezed together. He also has a writing brush stuck in his waist. However, this writing brush is the same as his own. Bald pen.

Except for the woman in purple, there were only six people in the hall. At this time, all five people had expressed their opinions, and only the old man stood in the corner. With his eyes closed tightly, his hands behind his back, and snoring from time to time, he actually fell asleep standing up!

The woman in purple had a rather embarrassed look on her face and could only cough heavily and asked, "What do you think, Senior Brother Sima?"

The old man seemed to be awakened by his words, his snoring stopped suddenly, then he squeaked a few times, and slowly opened his dim old eyes.

"Not guilty!"

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