Lu Qian said angrily, "Which beast is talking?" The man smiled and said, "It's you who are talking, how do you ask others? The name of the beast is not listened to." Lu Qian said angrily, "If you have the affair, don't hide, get out!" As soon as he finished speaking, someone really "get out", but it was a junior disciple of Kunlun guarding the mountain gate. He called out all the way: "President! Master!" Lu Qian cursed, "What's your name?" The little Taoist thought I was calling you, but you said I was screaming, and he knelt down on one knee with anger, reporting: "Your report to the leader, Huashan and Kongtong sects, come to worship the mountain!"

Lu Qian did not answer, and looked around. The team was winding up from the stairwell. First, a female disciple was thin and pretty, and she was actually Nangong Xue who had been thinking about for a long time. She immediately threw away her unhappy, and stepped forward to hold her hand, and said happily: "Xue'er, it's you." A dry cough sounded out of time. Lu Qian's eyes passed over her shoulders. Seeing Meng Anying slowly walking up, Nangong Xue immediately shook Lu Qian away, grabbed his master's arm, lowered her eyelashes, and stared at the pavement of bluestone slabs. Lu Qian reluctantly nodded to Meng Anying and greeted: "Brother Meng, you have arrived too."

Meng Anying had no momentum toward Mai Mang before, with a smile on her face and a surprisingly gentle tone: "Of course, Master Lu doesn't want to see me, but Meng doesn't want to leave his disciple behind, so he comes uninvited and disappoints you."

The one Lu Qian was most reluctant to see at this time was Meng Anying and the other was the head of Kongtong. But he also turned out from behind and smiled and said, "Brother Meng, we were not the time to come. I'm sorry to disturb the intimacy between the young men and women. But Brother He is an old friend. He has not fulfilled his ambitions and has already left. If I don't come to pay condolences at the funeral, I feel so uneasy." Seeing that the mountain road was filled with disciples of two sects, Lu Qian was always in a stalemate, so he gave way to the side, waved his hand and said coldly: "Please, please."

The head of Kongtong walked to the coffin, folded his hands together and bowed, sighed, "Alas, a good person, if you say nothing, you will be gone. Life is like reeds in the wind, fragile and can be broken at all times, and it is so sad!" When Lu Qian heard this, he showed him that he was out of the matter and pretended that he had no idea that night's incident. It was a blessing or a disaster. Nangong Xue suddenly took a few steps forward and said to a path standing next to the coffin: "Open the lid of the coffin."

This sentence shocked everyone in an instant. The head of the Emei Sect swept the dust and put it on his sleeve, saying unhappily: "Little girl, the dead are the most important. How dare you say such words? Are you not afraid of being punished by God?" He glared at Meng Anying, showing his reproach, and said that you don't know how to discipline your disciples. Meng Anying smiled and said, "Master, don't blame me, Xue'er asked me for instructions. Please listen to her."

Nangong Xue was encouraged by Master, and her confidence immediately became much more confident. She continued loudly: "We suspect that there is something wrong with Master He's death. Now we specially invite several coroners to come with us to open the coffin and examine the autopsy in order to find out the truth." Lu Qian hurriedly stopped in front of the coffin and thought to himself: "There is nothing in this coffin. If those people know that they have been worshiping the empty coffin for a long time, tears flowing in the sky, wouldn't it be a joke?" Fortunately, the reason is still on his side, and he laughed apologized: "Nephemer Nangong, this is called blasphemy of the dead soul, not a joke."

Nangong Xue said coldly: "Let Chief He sleep in the ground with his grievances and mobai beside him, that is called 'blasphemy'. All seniors, the niece swore first, and the corpse is as if nothing is different. I would rather commit suicide to thank him. This is enough? Open the coffin!" The head of the Emei Sect said suspiciously: "What you said a strange dead body a few days ago refers to Mr. He?" Nangong Xue said: "That's right!"

Lu Qian heard the discussions among others and mixed opinions. His heart, which had just been relieved, was suspended again. He couldn't help but look around, and the public was in an uproar. The trend gradually turned to the sidelines. He couldn't act too calm, as if he was indifferent to his uncle. He made up his mind and said that the disciple who guarded the coffin was dereliction of duty and lost his body, which might make people cry for sympathy. He shrugged and said, "You must see, then let's see. It's just that if you don't teach the disciple, you don't need to commit suicide by making a mistake."

Nangong Xue insisted on protecting Meng Anying, and Fang wanted to scold her. Meng Anying smiled and said, "Xue'er, the life of the leader of the sect is not long. He said whatever he said at the last moment. Just say it, and even if he is a teacher, he will not lose a few pieces of meat."

Lu Qian glared at Meng Anying, made a gesture to the disciple, walked away from the side, and heard the cover slipping and rubbing against the edge of the coffin, making a sound. At this time, he was really tormented like before the execution. After finally waiting for Nangong Xue to let out a low voice, the scene was also sighing and pressing the time difference. He immediately turned around and scolded the disciple and said, "What are you doing? Ah? Even the uncle's body was lost! He said, what should he be guilty?"

Nangong Xue flattened her mouth and sneered, "You just hope that the body of Chief He will disappear so that you can help you escape from the crime, right? Come here." Lu Qian turned outward and could not see the situation inside the coffin. He heard Nangong Xue call him on his own initiative, and he couldn't think about it carefully. He immediately stepped forward quickly and waited for her instructions with a smile.

Nangong Xue raised her hand and pointed at the coffin and said, "You see yourself!" Lu Qian only paid attention to her slender jade fingers. He looked around casually, and immediately shivered with fear. He saw a headless corpse lying on his back in the coffin, with a flat neck, cut off by a sharp weapon, without any flesh and blood. His hands had corpse spots, which seemed to be leisurely overlapping on his chest. His thumbs were spread outwards, and the huge blood hole was emerging, and the whole body was filled with holes pierced by pickets.

He was stunned for a moment and had to act according to the original plan. He grabbed the disciple with his backhand and said angrily: "Where did you get this bad coffin?" The disciple was also shocked and stammered: "Disciples... the disciples act according to the orders of the head..." Lu Qian twisted his ear and said: "Nonsense! Which ear did you hear my order?" The disciple said: "Disciples follow the instructions... in the coffin shop... were worried that they could not pick up good goods, but the head sent the coffin to transport it... and also brought a message saying, "You have something to do and you are stuck, so let's go back to the mountain first..."

Lu Qian let go of his disciples and said loudly: "Kill someone on the road, cut off his head, put on the same clothes, pretending to be my uncle, who can't? I've cremated my uncle and even brought the ashes. The corpse is fake, it's fake!" In fact, after just one glance, he knew that it was He Zhengxian's corpse that he had buried with his own hands. He was so cautious that he was still trapped. He was very angry and angry. At that moment, he was just pretending to be calm and calm, and he came to be real and fake, and he was really real and real.

Suddenly, someone whistled his lips, imitating Lu Qian's tone, and smiled and said, "Catch a handful of ashes on the road and pretend to be the ashes of Uncle He. Who can't do that? The body of Uncle He has been raised, and even the coffin has been transported. The ashes are fake, it's fake!" Lu Qian turned around and looked back quickly, and saw that the man was Liang Yue. At this moment, he wrapped his arms around his face and looked joking. He said strangely: "Nephew Liang, you..."

Another Kunlun disciple raised his chin at Liang Yue and said, "The leader, this is what this senior brother Liang said." Lu Qian was shocked and angry, but he was anxious and wise. He failed to achieve one plan and came up with another plan, saying, "My uncle's body fell into your hand. You are so brave. How dare you damage it?" Before Liang Yue answered, Nangong Xue said first: "The wounds have already scabbed and ulcerated, not recent injuries. Master and I are prepared. We can ask the coroner to verify the time of the injury and the real cause of death. You are still unwilling to admit your guilt. Do you have to go to this point?"

Lu Qian was struggling to death and defended: "Even if my uncle was killed by someone, the only one who could contact him was not the next person, why did he just doubt me? It is unknown whether the demons of the Demon Sect had already sneaked into the sword discussion forest, or the evil moves they had put in!" Liang Yue waved to a Kunlun disciple, held his shoulder, and said: "When Master He passed away, how did this kid explain to you? You don't have to be afraid of saying it in front of everyone."

The disciple said, "Yes, Lu...Lu..." He didn't know what to call Lu Qian for a moment. Liang Yue said sternly, "He is a traitor of your Kunlun Sect!" The disciple responded, "Yes...yes, this traitor said that Uncle Master suddenly fell ill and was appointed as the head of the sect before his death. Lu...He... until Uncle Master took his last breath, he was with him." After calling him a few traitors, he was disagreeable, so he simply replaced him with "him". Liang Yue didn't care either and sneered, "Are you trusting me?"

The disciple said, "This matter is very important, and I didn't expect that he would dare to tell such a lie. Besides..." I was supposed to say that the leader of Kongtong was also present at that time, and he made the decision. Everyone could trust this elder before he could be willing to obey the order. He suddenly saw his face gloomy and looked at him coldly. He had heard that this master was vicious and he was merciless to his fellow practitioners. He thought that it would be better to have less trouble than to do more. He changed his words: "Besides, Senior Brother Lu has always been appreciated by his uncle, and he has always held the master of the generations of my sect. This sect cannot be without a leader. He won the martial arts competition, and his martial arts skills are not bad, so he didn't study it in depth." The leader of Kongtong curled half of his mouth and nodded with a very small amplitude.

Another Kunlun disciple interrupted, "No, the masters always favored Senior Brother Tan. He is very good at martial arts and generous. He never acts like a senior brother in front of us, and has a reputation. If he had not died young, he would be the only successor to the head of our sect." Liang Yue said, "Senior Brother Tan Lin and Tan are open and honest, and are very heroic. I have admired you for a long time. I just wish you had no chance to make friends. Do you know how he died?"

When Lu Qian heard this, he said with confidence: "I think you should have heard that a major sect was ambushing the wilderness and besieging the demon sect's pawns, but he was still killed by the night of the night and wiped out the entire army. His appearance was tragic. Senior Brother Tan was seriously injured and forced to go to the end. He persisted until the last moment and still stood up. He was a very famous tough guy, and he would rather die than be humiliated by the enemy, and then he committed suicide. I was right beside him and saw it with my own eyes."

A disciple of Kunlun Sect echoed: "It's true. Master Lu, his master and uncle went to reinforce each other, and the two old men died in this battle." Kunlun Sect suddenly started to discuss, discussing to stop the civil strife, unite the power of the righteous, and unite against the demons of the Demon Sect, so as to avenge the three heroes of Kunlun and find a way out for the people of the world.

Liang Yue raised his hands and pressed down, saying, "Jing, calm, the problem is coming, and everyone knows that no one in the upright sect will survive. How can the leader Lu escape and save his life?" Another Kunlun disciple saw this situation. Lu Qian was on the target of public criticism and the defeat was decided. It was better to find a backer early, and perhaps he could still get some benefits. He said, "This traitor and the Demon King Yun had a long friendship. He drove us away like a coward in the inn, so he rushed upstairs to establish a relationship. He just wanted to weaken Kunlun talents and forced me to wait to serve him as the leader. It was Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knows it."

Liang Yue sneered: "President Lu, you hurt me in secret on the ring. Thinking of you and I fighting for the position of leader, the situation is in opposition, but it is understandable, but even my own commander was also hurt! It is a great shame to have a scum like you! The brothers of the Kunlun Sect, raise the sword in your hands, kill this rebellion, and promote righteousness!"
Chapter completed!