Chapter 62 True and False Elders

Wen Daoren looked at the closed hall with a gloomy face, then turned his eyes to the disciples guarding the hall door. He changed his gloomy face and smiled, "I wonder how long Master Shen usually stays in seclusion?"

The leading disciple looked embarrassed. "It's hard to say. After all, this is the first time I've closed the hall since I became a disciple. It is said that the hall has not been closed for thousands of years, so it's really hard to say how long it will take!"

Wen Daoren felt uneasy. Closing the palace? This was something that had never happened in thousands of years. Could it be that Shen Honglei had noticed something?

It’s not easy!

Wen Daoren hesitated for a moment, then asked, "If that's the case, then I won't make it difficult for you!"

"But I have one more question. Where is Elder Yan Zheng now after he came back? I want to go visit him and see if West Lake Academy is really qualified to pass the first evaluation!"

After this question was asked, not only the leading disciple, but all the disciples in front of the temple gate looked at Wen Daoren with very strange eyes.

Two disciples in the back were whispering, "There's something wrong with this Elder Wen! How come he doesn't even recognize Yan Zheng?"

"Yeah, did you see that too?"

"But the master has closed the sect! What should we do?"

"Why not go and inform the leader of Guixiang Sect?"

"Yes! I'm going, you guys be careful!"

One of the disciples suddenly reached out and covered his stomach, "No, no, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet first, can you help me check the position!"

The other two disciples waved their hands at him, "Go ahead, go ahead, the sooner you go, the sooner you will be back!"

Master Wen glanced at the disciple who was holding his stomach and jogging to the side of the hall. He didn't care and just smiled at the disciple in front of him.

The disciple naturally saw his fellow disciple's actions, smiled unnaturally, looked at Wen Daoren and said apologetically, "Elder Wen, how would we know? We are here to guard the gate of the temple, and it will take a long time for a new shift to take place. But you can ask Elder Jia, who brought Yan Zheng back with him before, so he must know!"

Another disciple echoed, "Yes, yes, Elder Jia must know!"

Wen Daoren sighed and expressed regret, "Okay, then I'll go find Elder Jia!"

When he turned around and was about to leave, his steps suddenly stopped.

Wen Daoren suddenly remembered the scene where an elder took a young man away.

He suddenly turned around and asked the disciple, "Elder Jia said he would prepare a gift for me before, and I said it was fine as long as the intention was there. But now I am very interested in the gift he said he would give me. Do you know what gift he will give me?"

The disciple shook his head subconsciously, "I don't know. Elder Jia would never tell us what gift he sent!"

But as soon as those words came out, the disciple's face turned pale.

This was equivalent to telling Wen Daoren in disguise that the elder who had just left was Elder Jia.

In this case, the people around Elder Jia are very likely to be strict with the government.

But they just said they didn’t know where the strict government was, which is a contradiction!

Wen Daoren suddenly turned around, looked at the disciple intently, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"How did you find out? I thought I was flawless!"

"But now that we've discovered it, we can't keep it here. If something goes wrong, it will be terrible!"

Wen Daoren spoke with a smile, but a murderous aura was already emanating from his whole body.

The murderous aura seemed to be real, forming a domain around him, suppressing the disciples to the point that they were speechless.

It was unknown how many people had been killed to condense this murderous aura, which made the disciples' faces pale and their eyes filled with despair.

This fake Wen Daoren is too powerful, they are no match for him at all!

But we certainly can't just sit there and wait for death!

The disciples drew out the long swords at their waists and pointed them at "Ren Wen Daoren".

"Ren Wen" laughed, and cold light flashed in his hands.

In just a few breaths, heads began to fly into the air.

Blood gushed out from the broken necks and splashed onto the ground. The headless corpses fell heavily into a pool of blood.

"Ren Wen" wiped the black sword in his hand with the white silk scarf.

The blood-stained white handkerchief fell into a pool of blood and turned blood red, creating a strange sense of beauty under the sad sunset.

"Killing is indeed an art!"

"Wen Dao Ren" sighed and looked up into the distance.

This direction was exactly the direction in which Jia Xuwen and Yan Zheng left.

"Elder Jia? Yan Zheng? Tsk tsk, I took action and you actually escaped. Sigh! Failure! I was defeated by such a bunch of scumbag disciples!"

"My performance should have been perfect! How could this happen?"

"Ren Wen" rubbed his brows in distress, turned around and swung the black sword in his hand towards the door of the hall behind him.

All I heard was a loud "clang"!

There was not a single scratch on the door of the main hall.

"Wen Dao Ren" sighed again, "Really? Even the sect leader saw through it and chose this time to close the door. Is my acting really that bad? Looks like I'm going to be scolded again!"

The last sentence was spoken in an androgynous voice, and it looked extremely strange as it came from the old man's face.

As his voice fell, his black sword in the air changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into an ordinary sword, floating in the air.

"Ren Wen" jumped up lightly and flew straight in the direction where Jia Xuwen had left before.

At this time, a disciple and several others came flying from the other side with swords.

"Master Yu, I can guarantee that Elder Wen is a fake. Elder Wen would know Elder Jia and Elder Yan, but everything he said showed that they didn't know each other. Elder Jia and Elder Yan had left him before, and later asked where we were! It's definitely fake. If it's really fake, then Elder Wen is very likely to have met with an accident!"

That disciple was the one who had pretended to have a stomachache and left earlier.

The leader of the group of people following behind him was Yu Chang, the leader of Guixiang Sect.

Because what this disciple reported was too serious, Yu Chang directly brought several elders from his Guixiang Sect to identify it.

But when they arrived at the main door of Siming Hall, all they saw were corpses lying in a pool of blood.

"No! Senior Brother Hao! Junior Brother Lin!" The disciple screamed and fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, "I'm too late!"

Yu Chang looked solemnly at the elders he brought with him.

Something big happened!