Song Xixi was slightly startled.

Only then did she remember that she had kicked Fan Li while he was unconscious.

Su Muqing was venting his anger on behalf of Fan Li.

Song Xixi was filled with hatred, but she had to continue to pretend to be pitiful. She covered her aching abdomen and cried:

"I know I was wrong. I was just jealous that Senior Sister Seven was favored by you, so I was confused for a moment. Everyone makes mistakes. I really know I was wrong..."

Women's tears are always the most effective weapon.

But maybe it was because she had seen too much, or maybe it was because she had seen Fan Li's tenacity of not shedding a tear even when she was in pain, Song Xixi's tears became extremely cheap.

Her tearful attack was no longer effective.

But Song Xixi didn't realize this. She cried very attentively and even designed the best angle for her tears to make herself look as pitiful as possible.

Su Muqing's brows were twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

Mo Chuan, who had never spoken, spoke.

"Are you kidding me? You should apologize to the person you framed, not them."

Song Xixi paused, then said with a twitch of her lips, "Of course I will admit my mistake to Senior Sister Seven."

Su Muqing stood in front of her and said coldly: "Well, I'll give you three choices."

Song Xixi looked up at her with her tear-stained face.

Su Muqing bent down and wiped the tears from her face, as if he had turned back into the gentle and amiable senior brother in Song Xixi's eyes.

She was obsessed for a moment.

However, Su Muqing's next words shattered all her fantasies.

"Confess to your master and apologize to Xiao Qi in public."

"Or, according to the sect rules, you must admit your mistakes in front of all the disciples and elders and accept the appropriate punishment. In addition, you must apologize to Xiao Qi."

Song Xixi clenched her fingers and asked unwillingly, "What about the third one?"

Su Muqing sneered: "You can remain silent, but I will make the truth public. I have recorded everything that happened in the illusion with the photo stone."

Song Xixi's face turned pale and she closed her eyes.

Either option would make all her efforts go to waste.

"I...I choose the first one." In the end, Song Xixi made a choice.

Su Muqing said: "Okay, then let's go find Master now."

Song Xixi asked: "Does it have to be today?"

Su Muqing taunted, "So you're afraid too."

Song Xixi begged: "Can you please wait for Seventh Senior Sister to come back, and then I will apologize together."

She wanted to delay.

Su Muqing refused mercilessly: "The two are not in conflict. I want you to be honest with Master now and don't discuss it with me."

There was a flash of panic in Song Xixi's eyes.

Su Muqing grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go."

......

The top of Xuanji Peak.

Taoist Master Yunmeng sat on the most honorable throne of Tianji Sect, with his black hair tied up high and his temperament was cold and extraordinary, like a cold and ruthless sculpture.

In such an environment, even the sunlight coming in seems to have no warmth.

It's lonely at the top.

The years passed by his fingertips, and he had long been accustomed to this boundless feeling of loneliness.

He habitually used his spiritual sense to observe the Tianji Sect, patrolling from the sect's main hall to Xuanji Peak to see if there was anything unusual.

As a result, somehow, his consciousness stopped in the empty cave.

Fan Li's cave.

Master Yunmeng's calm eyes moved slightly, then quickly passed by.

Finally, he arrived in front of the holy weapon that protects the sect.

The holy weapon for protecting the sect is a huge lotus, with a diameter of several feet. The petals are stacked one upon another, totaling ninety-nine and eighty-one. Colorful light flows on the white lotus seat.

Sometimes it is red as fire, sometimes it is golden as the sun.

It is magnificent yet awe-inspiring.

The sacred weapon that protects the sect is the lifeblood of the Tianji Sect.

As long as the holy artifact exists, the Tianji Sect will exist. If the holy artifact dies, the Tianji Sect will die.

The existence of the holy weapon predates his, so it can be considered an ancestor.

Master Yunmeng is the leader of a sect. Protecting the holy weapon is his most important responsibility, and he is the only one who can touch the holy weapon.

His figure flashed and appeared in front of the holy weapon.

"Old friend, I'm here to see you."

The holy vessel slowly flows in the Tianchi Lake, floating quietly.

Looking at the holy weapon, Master Yunmeng's expression softened a little. Only by staying beside the holy weapon could he calm down.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the clay figure in his hand, a sneer flashing across his lips.

He actually brought this little thing with him.

At this moment, the holy vessel made a soft humming sound.

Master Yunmeng's face lit up with joy.

This was the first time the holy vessel responded to him!

According to the ancestor, if the holy weapon had not lost its spirit, it would have the power to destroy the world instead of becoming a "watchdog" of the sect.

Although the holy weapon has no spirit, it still retains a trace of spirituality.

But it is very arrogant. Among all the previous sect leaders, only the founder could get its response.

It is said that as long as you get a response from the holy vessel, it is equivalent to gaining its recognition.

Master Yunmeng raised the corner of his mouth. Doesn't this mean that he can now be on par with the ancestor?

The holy vessel hummed again.

Master Yunmeng was very happy.

He wondered if there was anything different about him today? It was rare for the Saint to be so enthusiastic about him.

Could it be that he was about to break through, and the holy weapon sensed it, so it was congratulating him in advance?

Buzz——

The pool water floated up like a ribbon, heading towards Master Yunmeng.

Then it swept away the clay figure in his hand and sank into the lotus pod.

Silence returned again.

Master Yunmeng frowned, and his joy was instantly diluted.

It turns out that the holy vessel was not welcoming him or congratulating him, but wanted the clay figure in his hand!

Why?

Master Yunmeng asked out loud, eager to know the answer: "Why do you want it?"

"No, this is not for you, give it back to me."

Master Yunmeng raised his hand, trying to use his spiritual power to snatch the clay figurine back.

However, the next moment, the water from the Tianchi Lake splashed everywhere, splashing cold water on Yunmeng Zhenren's face.

Immediately afterwards, an even stronger buzzing sound suddenly sounded.

It instantly resounded throughout the Tianji Sect.

The disciples who were practicing in the cave were all shocked and didn't know what was going on.

The elders put down what they were doing, thinking that something had happened to the sacred artifact that protected the sect. They immediately panicked and rushed out one after another, rushing to the foot of Xuanji Peak like a hurricane.

As a result, he received the message from Master Yunmeng.

It's nothing serious, you can rest assured.

The elders went back doubtfully.

Here, the sacred weapon that protected the sect got angry and domineeringly blasted Master Yunmeng out.

But Master Yunmeng couldn't fight back for fear of hurting it, and he was so angry that his liver ached.

His clothes and hair were soaked, he rarely looked so miserable.

Fortunately, he returned to his residence after he came out and no one saw him.

Master Yunmeng was both angry and furious, but even more puzzled.

The clay figurine is not a treasure, why did he steal it?

Master Yunmeng tidied up his appearance, straightened his clothes, and planned to make another clay figure to exchange for the holy vessel.

Just then, he noticed someone approaching.

It's his disciples.

Master Yunmeng had no choice but to sit back and stare at the door with resentment.

Su Muqing stood outside the door and bowed, "Master, disciple Su Muqing wants to see you."

Su Muqing waited for a long time before he heard his master's voice.

"What's the matter?" The voice was cold.

Master Yunmeng doesn't want to see anyone.

He thought that if Su Muqing had nothing important to do and was just here to disturb him, he would definitely scold them severely.

Su Muqing looked back at Song Xixi and said, "Junior sister, I have something important to report."

After he said this, Master Yunmeng let him go.

Except for Han Shouyu who is still in a coma, and Ouyang Jin who is under house arrest in Hanshan Temple, all the disciples are here.

Master Yunmeng tapped lightly with his fingers on the armrest and swept his eyes over their faces.

"If you are here to plead for my evil disciple Fan Li, then get out of here and copy the sect rules 500 times."

Su Muqing took two steps forward and said calmly: "Master, we are not here to plead for Xiao Qi, but it is indeed related to Xiao Qi."

Master Yunmeng leaned back, propped up his chin, and said coldly, "Tell me about it."

Su Muqing lowered his hands, stepped aside, turned to look at Song Xixi who was about to cry, and his indifferent eyes seemed to tell her.

If you don't say it, I will say it for you.

Song Xixi swallowed her saliva, walked forward, and knelt down without saying a word. Her voice was choked with sobs and she said sadly:

"Master, I am here to apologize!"

Master Yunmeng looked at Su Muqing unhappily, thinking that he had forced Song Xixi to do something.

Su Muqing straightened his back and looked at him calmly.

Master Yunmeng narrowed his eyes, then his gaze fell on the top of Song Xixi's head and said, "What crime have you committed?"