True Man Ziwei returned to the observation, pushed open the door of the house, waved the whisk, and the Bagua mirror fell from the head of the bed and fell into his palm.

Light incense and spells, place the Bagua mirror in front of the table, opposite to a bronze mirror, the talisman ignites sparks, and two figures appear in the bronze mirror.

True Man Ziwei frowned. This was what he hung in front of the bed just in case. Someone really dared to break into his place of cultivation. Could it be that he was from Fengtian Temple?

Half of the talisman was burned, and a black shadow was wearing a night-wallowed dress and masked with a black scarf, unable to tell his facial features.

Following another figure, it turned out to be Zhuo Yi.

The true man Ziwei waved the whisk and the Bagua Mirror flew back into the tent. This apprentice has been cautious and taciturn for more than ten years, but he has forgotten that he is the most delicate of the nine apprentice centers.

He pondered for a moment, summoned Chi Yiyang and asked, "How many people get the name of Fengtian Temple in the second round?"

Although Chi Yiyang had a lot of thoughts, he did not dare to show his slightest in front of Ziwei Zhenren, and answered calmly: "In the past, the southern and northern roads were always equal in color, but this time, most of the disciples of Fengtian Temple won the victory."

As for Xie Xuan's swordsmanship, Sang Xiaoxiao's hidden weapons were amazing, but he didn't mention a word. The successful disciple Ding Guangshan was defeated, which made Chi Yiyang embarrassed.

Apart from these two people, only Wen Renyu won the win quickly, and Chi Yiyang didn't mention it.

After three years, Fengtianguan has become more diligent in martial arts. After the second round of competition, the number of players on both sides remained the same.

Ziwei looked at him: "My senior brother's two disciples are also their own family."

Chi Yiyang was sweating in his palm. He thought it was the day of the stake competition and was discovered by his master. He bowed and said, "This child in Guangshan is young and knowledgeable, and he is determined to stand up for his senior brother. His disciple has already taught him strictly. He will never dare to be arrogant anymore."

Ziwei Zhenren closed his eyes and said, "Your master only has these two disciples. If you protect your disciple, he will naturally protect his disciple. You know his temper."

True Man Yuxu was casual and unrestrained, and the most ignored was the rules. If he knew that he was bullying his apprentice and hid a thin blade on the tip of his shoe, he would have to be hung up and beaten.

"Master forgives your sins. When your disciples go back, they will be severely restrained. They will never be allowed to commit rash things in front of Brother Xie."

"The Ziwei Palace does not have to compete for the length of the sword. It is enough to occupy three seats at the Seven Star Banquet."

Chi Yiyang's fat face shook, and he occupied three seats. Master Yuxu's apprentice would occupy two seats. Among the people participating in the competition in Ziwei Palace, Wen Renyu had the highest seniority, and the rest of the seat was his.

"Master, the disciples have spent a lot of effort on the competition. If only A Yu is among them, it is inevitable... the Fengtianguan people are arrogant."

He wanted to say that the people in Ziwei Palace might be disintegrating, so he swallowed the words back when they were at their mouths.

"Fengtianguan and the Ning King are very close." Ziwei Zhenren took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Chi Yiyang, "Look at it."

Chi Yiyang took it with both hands and saw the emblem of Ziwei Palace on the envelope. He knew it was a message sent from the door. He scanned it up and down and was shocked: "This..."

He quickly understood: "What Master means is to open this convenient door for Fengtianguan?"

The saints are sick, and their grandsons are young, and among the eight kings, they are divided into three schools.

King Rui is a brother of the saint, and King Kang is the strongest military force. Although King Dan and Ning pretend to be rich and idle, he still doesn’t know what he plans in his heart.

When the saint was young, he respected his master in everything, but he had suppressed it many times over the years. If Fengtian Temple took advantage of the Seven Stars Banquet to make trouble, Ziwei Palace guarded the saint and made great contributions, there would be no southern and northern roads from then on.

There is only Ziwei Palace in the world.

"Do you know why you live in this bamboo house in the mountains?"

Ziwei Palace Towers and pavilions are magnificent and solemn, but for decades, Ziwei Zhenren has only lived in a small house on the top of the mountain, guarding a hexagram platform and the stars in the sky.

Chi Yiyang was stunned and immediately replied: "Master is naturally for the sake of practicing."

"Cangshan school was founded and it was difficult to establish a religion. At the beginning of its establishment, only this bamboo house was founded. The current Ziwei Palace was in decades. Why did your elder brother, fifth brother, and sixth brother die?"

Chi Yiyang's chest was undulating and his face was ashamed. Over the years, he had forgotten that the Ziwei Palace had only one bamboo house, and Ziwei Palace was once so overwhelmed by the merchant fort that he could not raise his head.

Chi Yiyang knelt down on the ground: "I will never forget my disciple."

Ziwei looked outside the bamboo house door. The mist of Cangshan Mountain was as good as before, and people's hearts were back and forth. He said to Chi Yiyang: "Get up, your senior brother cannot do this, and your junior brother cannot do it either, so I will leave it to you."

Chi Yiyang suddenly looked up. Although he was ranked among the master's disciples, he was not favored. If he was favored, Wen Renyu was the master's favorite junior brother.

If the elder brother is born, after the death of the elder brother, Zhuo Yidao, and Zhuo Yidao's brother made a mistake, the master still loved him very much. He never thought that one day the robe and bowl of Ziwei Palace would be passed to him.

Chi Yiyang is already in his forties and has rarely kowtowed to his master in recent years. At this time, he kowtowed three times: "Yiyang will never let down his master's trust."

As soon as Ziwei raised his palm, he seemed to have two powerful hands to support Chi Yiyang. He nodded: "Go and call your senior brother."

Zhuo Yidao was refining the alchemy in front of the medicine furnace. Chi Yiyang stepped into the door quickly, unable to hide his joy, and said to Zhuo Yidao: "Senior brother, Master, please come over."

Zhuo Yi lit a scent of incense and said to Atractylodes: "Look at this furnace of medicine, add cinnabar after the incense is over."

Atractylodes bow to the body should be.

Zhuo Yidao walked out, and Chi Yiyang was still following him. He asked, "What are the happy events of the third junior brother?"

Chi Yiyang smiled and said, "Nothing happened."

He clearly lost his disciple to Xie Xuan in the past two days, and he still lost so ugly. He had a blue face all day long, but he was happy to be moved at this time, so it must be because of the reason.

But Zhuo Yidao did not ask again and entered the bamboo house on the top of the mountain.

Ziwei summoned Zhuo Yidao, but did not mention what he saw in the mirror, but only asked Zhuo Yi: "Why did you enter the monastery yesterday?"

Zhuo Yidao stood firmly, and he looked up at Ziwei Zhenren. His master's Taoist skills were unfathomable. He was careful when he came in, and did not touch the mechanism.

Then I thought, Xie Xuan came first, and the young boy didn't know the depth, so it was possible to be discovered by Taoist techniques.

"The disciple came to deliver the pills. When he saw a black shadow stealing into the master's bedroom, he followed him and fought with him, but he escaped."

"Since that's the case, why don't you report it to me?"

"Although he escaped, he did not get any benefits. The disciple brushed the medicine on him and was looking for who this person was."

Ziwei's real lips slightly picked up: "Is that true?"

Zhuo Yidao didn't know that Ziwei had already seen Xie Xuanxiao's secret. Since he was his elder brother's disciple, he would protect him no matter what he did in Ziwei Palace.

“That’s true.”

Ziwei looked at him with his eyes open, and then he suddenly said, "The top of the Daomen Book List, there is no need to send it to palaces and temples in various places."

Zhuo Yidao's face turned white, his fingertips tightened, and the top spot in Jishu was his brother.

"If the letter of arrest is not sent, the criminal will be arrested, but no one came to Ziwei Palace to claim the reward of ten thousand taels of gold."

He whispered earnestly, and knew in his heart what he wanted to hear from his master's mouth, but he didn't dare to listen and didn't want to believe it.

Ziwei Zhenren clearly heard the hesitation and pleading in his words, but he shook the dust and told his apprentice: "The man has already caught him, and he has been caught thousands of miles away."

Zhuo couldn't help but tremble, and finally gritted his teeth and said hard: "He admitted that he had stole the master's alchemy talisman?"

"good."

Ziwei was sitting in front of the hall, and Zhuo Yidao stood at the door. The two of them were separated by more than ten steps, and they couldn't see each other's expression.

Zhuo Yidao's throat was tight. For more than ten years, he never believed that his brother would steal things. There must be something strange about it back then.

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't ask back then. Today, he must be brave enough to ask clearly: "I don't believe it, I want to ask him in person."

Ziwei Zhenren opened his eyes until this time and said to this disciple who had always been the most stable and reliable: "I am determined to be a criminal, and cannot be visited."

"I have been with my master for the longest time. Why have I never seen the Master's "Alchemy Book Talisman" mentioned before?"

Zhuo Yidao and took a step forward: "Since he stole the alchemy book, he wanted to make a name for himself. Why has he been nameless for more than ten years?"

Ziwei's eyes were tight, as strong as a thousand pounds, almost stalking Zhuo Yidao, but he looked forward with Qianjun's eyes.

He went further and continued to ask: "My brother was going to return to secular life and get married. When he entered the temple that night, he was just saying goodbye to me. Why did he change his mind after just a moment of hard work? Steal the alchemy book?"

Ziwei did not answer any of the three questions.

Zhuo Yidao knelt on the ground three steps away from Li Ziwei's true man, like Chi Yiyang just now, and kowtowed three times.

He then straightened his spine and choked out: "I have been doubtful for sixteen years. Today I would like to ask my master to solve my doubts."

Ziwei closed his eyes, waved the dust, closed his eyes and said, "I have already made a conclusion about this matter, you don't need to ask again."

"Disciples cannot convince."

Ziwei Zhenren was furious, not like an eighty-year-old man: "Can't you convince me? You disobey your teacher, spy on your whereabouts, and go to the back mountain stone prison to think about your mistakes."

Zhuo Yidao was still kneeling freely, and he vaguely guessed in his heart that if the master didn't say anything to others, there was something that could not be said to others.

My brother was indeed wronged.

He stood up and took a step forward, with tears in his eyes. He wanted to ask the master how he could bear it. The favor of the master and disciple for the past few decades has been cut off.

Ziwei Zhenren just looked at him indifferently.

Zhuo Yidao took a step back and couldn't help asking: "What did he do?"

What kind of thing will make the master so cruel.

Ziwei Zhenren practiced the ultimate skill of cultivating qi. If Zhuo had not confronted him continuously, he would not have been angry at all. When the anger appeared, it would have dissipated. At this time, he spoke again, without any turmoil. He said calmly: "He took away things he shouldn't have taken away."

"Hehe", Zhuo Yidao laughed and left the door, and went to the rock prison in the back mountain by himself.

Shizhuo is on the back of Cangshan Mountain, with two peaks intersecting each other, and the sun cannot be shined all year round. Ziwei only said that he would think about his mistakes, but never said when he would be let out.

Zhuo Dao went up the hanging ladder step by step, and the stone path was carved on the stone wall of the mountain. This road could only lead to the back mountain stone prison, which everyone knows about.

Zhuo walked slowly up, and the disciples at the foot of the mountain looked up at the wall.

"Who was punished? Why did you go to the back mountain if you were not in the hall?"

A sharp-eyed disciple said, "It looks like Master Zhuo!"
To be continued...