"Tang Shaohuang, what did you say?" The young man named Jiang Minghao was exposed by him, his face slightly reddened, and he shouted in anger, and his hand pressed the hilt of the sword.
"What, I said it right, you want to kill people to silence them?
Don't forget, this is the master's hall, you can't run wild!" The young disciple also held the hilt of the sword without showing weakness...
In the hall, the two groups of disciples were arguing. And the content of the dispute gradually shifted from Ling Yuan and Song Qinglan to the position of the young master.
As long as they are human, how can they not have a little selfish greed? It's just because of the strict rules of the Xianmiao Sect, even if they had the heart to fight for power and profit in the past, they didn't dare to say a word.
But today, I don't know what happened, they actually said what they thought in their hearts without any hesitation.
The two sides were on the verge of swords, and the argument became more and more intense. Some people even turned over old accounts and talked about the grievances from many years ago.
No one noticed that Ling Yuan was sobbing softly as the master of the sect lowered his head, but a strange light flashed in his eyes.
A very faint red light, along with the miserable crying, filled the hall, inadvertently evoking the sadness, pain, sorrow, resentment and anger that they usually hid deep in their hearts.
All kinds of negative emotions, like the raging fire on the grassland in autumn, burned fiercely, continued to spread, and gradually filled their hearts.
"Shut up!" Even the master of the sect was agitated, looking at the noisy and lively hall of the master of the sect, he shouted angrily.
The disciples of the Xianmiao Sect below finally quieted down, but they looked at each other with red faces and thick necks, but their eyes were still full of hostility.
"Chi!" At this moment, a sword light flashed across the hall and pierced into Song Qinglan's heart.
No one thought that before the master of the sect gave the order, someone dared to attack Song Qinglan, and everyone was stunned.
Song Qinglan himself was also defenseless. He lowered his head and looked at the long sword on his chest, and the blood gushing out from the sword. He was stunned.
"Chenyang, you, what are you doing..." Looking at the young man holding the hilt of the sword, the master of the sect was also in disbelief.
"Father, haven't you always wanted to pass the position of the master of the sect to me?
Now it's good. I have convinced Ling Yuan. With her personal testimony, even if Song Qinglan jumps into the Tiancang River, he can't clear his name.
You can finally pass the position to me, and you don't have to worry about people saying that I am mediocre and stupid. Hahaha, hahaha." The young man named Chenyang laughed crazily.
"..." There was a dead silence in the hall. Everyone looked at the master of the sect, and then at Chenyang, their eyes became weird.
It turned out that Song Qinglan was really framed, and the person behind the scenes was the master of the sect's only son!
But he only needed to know this, why would he say it in public? Even if he is stupid, he can't be so stupid, right?
Not to mention the disciples of Xianmiao Sect thousands of years ago, even those who saw this scene again thousands of years later were stunned and could hardly believe what they saw and heard.
Some people even suspected that there was something wrong with the Nine-tailed Fox's innate magical power, and mistook Song Qinglan's wish for a memory.
If he really suffered such an unjust injustice, no matter who it was, he would definitely expect someone to come forward to help him prove his innocence.
However, what happened next clearly told everyone that this was not Song Qinglan's wish, but what really happened.
"It turned out to be you, it turned out that you were the one who framed me!" Finally, the truth came out, and Song Qinglan could no longer suppress his inner grief and anger. He endured the pain from the wound and slapped Chen Yang with one palm.
"Bang!" Chen Yang, who was laughing wildly, screamed and fell to the ground with blood gushing out.
His chest and lower abdomen also sank deeply, and it was obvious that his internal organs and Dantian Qi Sea were shattered by this palm.
"How could this happen? How could I..." He stared with his eyes wide open. The madness in his eyes gradually dissipated, but he was still full of confusion and doubt.
He didn't know whether he was wondering why he framed Song Qinglan, or why he did such a stupid thing and confessed on the spot.
But it didn't matter anymore, and no one would ever know.
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