Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 939 Tricky
"Haven't you returned to the Shen residence at Maoshi?" The elder frowned, which meant that Zhenjun Yuanheng's whereabouts when he arrived at Maoshi in the latter part of Yinshi was uncertain, and it was impossible to determine what he really did at that time.

"I don't know if Fellow Daoist Yuan Heng has any other witnesses?" Otherwise, it's really hard to argue.

Zhenjun Yuanheng shook his head, but didn't say much.But shaking his head now is equivalent to admitting his crime in the eyes of others, and there are endless discussions in the hall...

"Can you argue this time? I think he really did it, I can't tell..."

"What do you know? This is called Skynet. It's not leaking. I probably didn't expect such a small person to escape to testify against him."

"My God, the poor True Monarch Linyue doesn't know what's going on, it's probably more ominous than ominous."

"I don't dare to guess this. I haven't seen anyone yet... I'm curious how the people above will judge. What if it turns out that this person really did it? It's impossible to be like an ordinary disciple. Punish at will."

"Probably let people from the Wuhua sect come to talk. Don't you forget that the murderer in Tianxing Pavilion was quickly put under house arrest in the guest courtyard by people from the sect. It is said that he will be severely punished when he returns..."

……

At this moment, Zhenjun Yuanheng seemed to be a sinner in the eyes of everyone, and he could no longer escape the guilt.

The members of the Wuhua faction were even more anxious.True Monarch Yuanheng, are you saying that the sect doesn't even make a distinction for itself?Why do you have to follow those words and admit those things that are not good for you?
Not one of them doubted that this matter was the work of True Monarch Yuan Heng.But the feeling of oppression in the heart of the side being questioned is more than a little bit, and various questions come to mind.

In any case, these so-called evidences and testimonies are too coincidental.It was simply tailor-made for Zhenjun Yuanheng, and it was a posture that was about to put him in it.

Could Zhenjun Yuanheng really do such a flawed thing?If not, then why didn't he defend himself and let these people put things on him?Could it be that he did it?
Of course Zhenjun Yuanheng did not do this.

He looked coldly at these people who sang big operas and sang happily, and looked over one by one, not bothering to talk to them.

He originally thought that there were at least a few sensible people, but he didn't expect... a group of idiots!That's right, they can all be tricked into coming here, so he shouldn't expect much from them.

"Zhenjun Yuanheng, what happened, can you give me an explanation?"

"that is……"

I don't know who took the lead, but I couldn't help questioning Zhenjun Yuanheng, who had been silent all this time, with unconcealable excitement in his tone.For some mediocre people, it is a great "psychological encouragement" to pull the high-ranking people from the throne, as if in this way they can override these favored children and make up for their grievances.

Of course, there are also some more clever monks who seem to have noticed something hidden in the undercurrent and watched the development of the situation silently.

After an emotional narration, Gan Ping's chest heaved violently for a while, his pale face instantly turned red and white, white and red again, and after several tossings, his face turned a little more transparent than at the beginning, not as white as a living person.The energy and energy of the whole person were gone, and everyone had no doubt that they would go straight away if this happened again.

The disciple of Guiyi who was accompanying him quickly gave him the elixir, and helped him to lie down and let his breath flow.With a sullen face, Shi Haisheng wanted his disciples to carry him down, but he refused.

With a stubborn look on his face, he stared at Zhenjun Yuanheng: "I don't know how to explain this to Zhenjun Yuanheng?"

"Hehe." Ningxia heard Zhenjun Yuanheng chuckle beside him, with a breathy voice, erratic, with a hint of disdain.

Ning Xia felt relieved, and vaguely felt that the main event was finally coming.But it made her suffocated.

"You have said so much, if I don't prove it, I might be convicted." Zhenjun Yuanheng said in an extremely contemptuous tone, leisurely, as if everything was not on his mind.

To be honest, she has never seen Zhenjun Yuanheng with this attitude a few times.Zhenjun Yuanheng is very peaceful in his daily life, he can treat the disciples under him, the monks of the outer sect and even the monks who are hostile, with the most basic courtesy and will not be contemptuous.He was not an arrogant man.

But today Ningxia saw the other party's different posture, aloof, contemptuous, with a hint of disdain.It's not aimed at a certain person, but the group of people in front of them who don't understand the situation at all.Ningxia suspected that Zhenjun Yuanheng made this gesture specially to annoy others.

The disciples of various sects present probably felt uncomfortable, especially some monks who thought highly of themselves.

However, Ningxia didn't know that hundreds of years ago, when Zhenjun Yuanheng was just Daoist Yuanheng, he had such a temper.Walking in the realm of comprehension, he did not know how many famous disciples he overthrew, and he was so arrogant at that time.

It can be said that his nature is full of arrogance.It's just that some things happened later, and as they grew older, they became more restrained, and it became what they see in Ningxia now.

But for some senior monks who were lucky enough to meet True Monarch Yuanheng, his attitude is normal, and it is the demeanor that a "Jumu Shenjun" should have.It makes people itchy with anger, fear and hatred.

The monk who was hiding behind with a few mouths just now wanted to shrink into a quail, and was oppressed by the ghost from not far away, so that his face turned blue.

"Since this little friend has said so much, it's my turn to say it. I can't let you play a one-man show alone."

"Then may I ask..." Zhenjun Yuanheng paused, and everyone listened attentively, wanting to know what kind of powerful explanation Zhenjun Yuanheng would give for himself.

"...What kind of Taoist robe did I wear last night?"

Crowd: ...

What kind of problem is this?They waited a long time for this kind of problem.This Zhenjun Yuanheng played his cards too unreasonably.

"Zhenjun Yuanheng, you..." Gan Ping laughed angrily, and wanted to say that the other party was messing around, but was choked up again, not knowing what to say.

After thinking about it carefully, cold sweat broke out.This question is beyond his scope, how does he, how does he know?The man only told him some things, but he didn't tell him what Zhenjun Yuanheng was wearing yesterday.

This Zhenjun Yuanheng is simply a weird person, he doesn't ask any questions, but pays attention to details such as clothes.

There is no other way, a dead horse is a living horse doctor.He had seen that the other party had always been wearing black robes representing the high-level people of the Wuhua School, and he had never worn anything else. He asked, "What kind of Taoist robes are you wearing?" It must be a cliché! ! !
"You didn't seem to be wearing a Taoist robe last night." Fortunately, his face was bleeding excessively, and he couldn't make a tired expression.So in the eyes of other people, his expression was still calm when he muttered, and he didn't notice anything unusual.

　Hahaha, this kind of routine is very rustic, but we will never be outdated.In fact, this question was useless and seemed ridiculous, but Zhenjun Yuanheng still asked it like this, just to hate the other party.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)