At the end of the east end of the capital, opposite the banks of Luofeng Academy Lake, there is a courtyard filled with short buildings.

The exterior of the building is decorated in red and yellow. Colorful prayer flags are pulled up and down with wind. The prayer flags are flying up and down, colorful, looking a bit sacred and a little weird.

This is the foundation of the Buddha Sect in the capital - Sumeru Courtyard.

In the willow forest deep in the courtyard, a separate three-story building stands among them.

The presidency of the Sumeru Academy, Master Yuanjue lives here alone.

At this moment, he was slowly paced back and forth in his bedroom, constantly recalling everything that happened last night in his mind.

The great formation of the national sect’s apology, the defeat of the Kunlun Sect, the intimidation of the forbidden sword, the demon clan’s Taibao, the Murong family’s enshrined, and the stunning young people on the spot.

Among them, he was the most vigilant of the two. One was Gu Hongming, an outstanding disciple of the Yuhuang Sword Sect, and the other was Zhao Hanyu, the successor of the national teacher who had not yet entered the country but had shown his profound swordsmanship.

He thought about it carefully in his heart, and finally had to admit a fact: even if he searched for the Western Regions, no one among all the young disciples of his sect could match these two people.

He also thought that according to Gu Hongming, the number one sect in the Middle Earth continent, Jingyang Sect, was far better than his peers. He was both suspicious and dared not believe the authenticity of this word, because the three words Jingyang Sect already represent too many meanings.

Yuanjue thought about it more and more frightened, and his worries became more and more.

"Du, dumb, dumb."

A knock on the door sounded.

"Come in."

A disciple of the Sumeru Academy wearing a monk's robe gently pushed open the door, lowered his head and bowed his head and bowed, and said, "Report to the abbot, the yard has received two messages."

"speak."

"Yes! The first news is that the Western Regions mission led by the Virgin Mary has passed the Qinling Mountains and will arrive in Beijing tomorrow."

"Oh~?"

Yuanjue turned around, his face full of joy, no longer as calm as before.

"A long drought is coming, good news! What is the second news? Can it be better?"

"this......"

"Hmm~? Have any concerns? Say!"

"yes!"

The disciple did not dare to delay any more and lowered his head and said, "Two corpses were found outside the Luofeng Academy in Babao Lane. It has been confirmed that it was the disciple of our college who followed his brother to General Yunhui's mansion a few days ago and disappeared."

"What?!" Yuanjue was shocked, and then furious, shouting: "Wolla!" (Note)

......

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Qiu Hong looked solemn and rushed over first. Murong Qianfan and the other three were stunned, and then rushed up.

Here is less than ten feet away from the gate of Luofeng Academy, and two people lie in the middle of the alley.

Qiu Hong came to the two of them, looked carefully for a few more times, and then frowned.

The two of them looked very young, but their faces were extremely pale. They were wearing red and yellow monk robes, with their right arm exposed. There were many cracks on the monk robes, and the gaps were very neat. They were obviously cut by sharp tools, and the wounds inside were already white.

Murong Qianfan and others had also arrived. Qiu Hong stretched out his arm to stop them, and said in a low voice: "It's dead, and it's not too short."

Murong Qianfan and Ximen Guang were stunned when they heard this. Although Xinyan's realm was extraordinary, she was a little girl after all. She was so scared that she screamed in shock. She covered her eyes with her hands, but she couldn't help but reveal a few gaps and secretly glanced at the ground.

Murong Qianfan frowned and said to Qiu Hong: "This is a disciple of the Sumeru Academy. I don't know who killed him. I'm going to throw him here to frame him."

Qiu Hong nodded and said, "I think it's definitely not what Sumeru Academy did it himself, so it's easy to determine the scope."

"Hmm? Do you think so too?"

“Yes, it’s not very complicated.”

Murong Qianfan thought for a while and said, "You have to count me together."

Qiu Hong pondered for a moment and said, "There are only two more companies, and the time is too short to be too late."

Xinyan and Ximen Guang looked at each other, and the former said, "It is not impossible for the thief to call for thieves to catch them."

At this time, a messy footsteps came from the entrance of the alley.

When they heard the movement, they turned their heads and saw seven or eight disciples from the Sumeru Academy wearing two-colored monk robes running wildly and approaching them in a blink of an eye.

The monk in the head was full of heaven and his earlobe was extremely large. His face was sore and his eyes were slightly red. He looked at the two corpses lying on the ground and did not speak, but his lips kept trembling.

The seven disciples of the Sumeru Academy behind him looked at Qiu Hong and others, as if fire was about to spit out from their eyes.

Murong Qianfan thought for a while, pulled Qiu Hong behind him and said to the disciples of the Sumeru Academy: "We didn't kill him. We just came back and saw them lying here from afar."

When Yuanjue heard this, he raised his head and looked at Murong Qianfan, his eyes dying to devour people, and said sternly: "Is there such a coincidence? You don't go back sooner or later, but when they come back while they are lying here, how can people believe it?"

Before Murong Qianfan could answer, another carriage came to the entrance of the alley. Although the speed was not very fast, it drove to everyone in just a few breaths.

When the car stopped, the curtain was lifted by the groom driving, and a person came out of it.

The man was wearing a purple official robe. His face was pale, as if he had not seen the sun for many years and his expression was calm. It seemed that the teacher in the village villa had extremely thin lips and looked particularly cold. At this time, his face was smiling, his thin lips were slightly slanted, and he looked extremely evil.

Murong Qianfan saw the appearance of the official and was stunned and murmured: "Mr. Yan?"

Qiu Hong raised his eyebrows and asked Murong Qianfan quietly: "Is it Yan Junjie?"

"Um."

Qiu Hong's heart was shaking, and then he suddenly remembered something, secretly breathed, quietly lowered his head, and stopped seeing the official.

Master Yuanjue of Sumeru Academy had already met him and said, "Mr. Yan is here just in time. The disciples of our school were besieged for no reason. When we received the news, we rushed here, and the two disciples had been killed."

Speaking of this, he pointed at Murong Qianfan and others, and continued: "They were next to the two corpses, which were of great suspicion. Please take the murderer clearly and capture the Dharma and give me justice to the disciples of Sumeru Academy!"

Murong Qianfan looked up at Yuanjue like an idiot, and said sarcastically: "You can see clearly with your dog's eyes widening. The scars on the body and the pale face of the corpse seem to be dead? If you don't figure out the situation, don't bite like a mad dog, idiot!"

Yuanjue said angrily: "That must have been killed by you in advance, and then you are ready to abandon the corpse and frame it here. Fortunately, I came in time and just blocked you here!"

"Please, do you have some IQ?"

Murong Qianfan had a headache and said, "This is Luofeng Academy. Three of us, Luofeng students, killed someone and then framed their own academy? What is your head? Defecation? Or dysentery?"

"you!"

In recent years, the disciples of the Sumeru Academy were domineering in the capital. As the host of the Sumeru Academy, Yuanjue was a disciple of the Buddhist sect. His mentality was even higher and he looked down on the Middle Earth people at all.

Although Murong Qianfan was the young master of the world's first family, he also ignored it. At this time, he was ridiculed by the other party. He was immediately furious and immediately wanted to capture Murong Qianfan and humiliate him severely.

"Master, be at ease."

Yan Junjie reached out to stop Yuanjue, who was about to be furious, and then asked Murong Qianfan with a kind look: "Are you not a student of Luofeng Academy? Who are you?"

Murong Qianfan was about to answer, but Yan Junjie ignored him and turned around and bent down to observe the two corpses.

After a moment, he exclaimed and said strangely: "Liuyun Sword Art?"
Chapter completed!