With these words, there is no room for maneuver.

Lang Qianqiu said in a deep voice: "You admit it, that's good."

I have said before that there are countless priests in the heavens whose hands are stained with blood. However, to be honest, few of them have gotten into such a mess because of these old blood debts.

The reason is that, first, the blood on the hands of other priests was from mortals, and none of these mortals had a descendant as proud as Lang Qianqiu who ascended to heaven to hold the murderer accountable as a priest. Second, after ascending to heaven, they tried to cover up their unbearable history, and rarely exposed it. It was rare to see such a mess.

Now that the dispute has come to light, what everyone is most concerned about is how it will end. Pei Su was protected by General Pei before, but he still couldn't escape being exiled to the mortal world, and Xie Lian has no one to back him up. Now, it all depends on whether Jun Wu still has the heart to protect him.

However, the priests could not figure out what Jun Wu's attitude towards Xie Lian was. When Prince Xianle ascended for the first time, he was naturally very fond of him; but when he ascended for the second time, they had a fight, and Xie Lian stabbed Jun Wu several times before he was taken down; this third time, they got along quite peacefully, as if they had forgotten what happened before, which was really puzzling. Therefore, several pairs of ears perked up, waiting to hear what the person above would say.

Unexpectedly, before Jun Wu could decide, Xie Lian spoke first. He said, "Xian Le has an unreasonable request."

Jun Wu said: "You say."

Xie Lian said, “Please, Emperor, remove me from the immortal register and demote me to the mortal realm.”

Hearing this, some priests were surprised, but they were slightly impressed. After all, no one wants to be demoted. How difficult is it to ascend? After working so hard to climb so high, falling down all of a sudden, it's scary to think about it. They dared to ask Jun Wu to demote them so directly, but they couldn't do it anyway. But some priests didn't care. After all, it has come to this point. It might be better to retreat than to deny it. Moreover, Xie Lian has been demoted twice, and it shouldn't be a big deal for him to be demoted for the third time. He should get used to it after being demoted for a long time.

Lang Qianqiu said, "You don't need to belittle yourself. Your ascension is your ability. I just want to have a decisive battle with you."

Xie Lian said, “I don’t want to fight with you.”

Lang Qianqiu said: "Why? It's not like you haven't fought me before. This battle, regardless of life or death, is over!"

Xie Lian said calmly, “No reason. If you fight me, you will surely die.”

His understatement caused a slight gasp in the surroundings. Many non-martial gods thought: How can you, a shabby god without any mana, tell Lang Qianqiu, a dignified Eastern Martial God, that you will die if you fight me? It's too arrogant. It's as if he was demoted to let Lang Qianqiu not argue with him. It's really a boast. However, Lang Qianqiu didn't think his words were exaggerated at all, and said seriously: "I said, life or death doesn't matter! I don't need you to let me."

Xie Lian did not respond and said to Jun Wu, “Please, Your Majesty, demote me to the lower realms.”

Lang Qianqiu wanted to grab him to respond, but Shi Qingxuan quickly said, "Wait a minute! Everyone, I think this matter is questionable."

Jun Wu said: "Wind Master, please tell me."

Shi Qingxuan said: "All the immortal officials seem to think that His Highness Xianle disguised himself as Fangxin and massacred the Yong'an royal family for revenge. But if he wanted revenge, why did he only let go of His Highness Taihua, the prince of Yong'an? Logically speaking, shouldn't the person an avenger want to kill the most be His Highness the prince?"

This section was not unheard of before, but they all felt that there was no need to speak up. Only when Master Feng took the lead did a few people nod their heads. Master Qingxuan continued, "Although I have not known Xie Lian for a long time, I saw him face the scimitar head-on to save His Highness Taihua. Qianqiu," he turned to Lang Qianqiu and said, "If he had any hatred for the Yong'an Royal Family, how could he be willing to take the risk to block the knife for you?"

Hearing "face the scimitar's fate head-on", Feng Xin and Mu Qing both looked stern. Lang Qianqiu remained silent, and heard a small voice muttering "maybe it's because of guilty conscience", Shi Qingxuan immediately added loudly, saying: "So! I think this matter is doubtful!"

At this time, Pei Ming sighed and said, "I'm really envious."

Shi Qingxuan flicked his whisk and said unhappily, "General Pei, just speak frankly."

Pei Ming stood upright with his sword in hand, and said with a smile: "When I said I was envious, I was speaking directly. I envy His Highness Xianle for being able to get the full guarantee of Master Feng and speak out for justice. Our little Pei doesn't have this blessing. I said that he had doubts about that matter, but it was rejected. How can I not be envious?"

Shi Qingxuan said, "General Pei, please don't confuse people. How can Xiao Pei's case be the same? I saw his evil deeds with my own eyes, and I also heard him admit it with my own ears."

Pei Ming said: "Isn't it the same today? His Highness Taihua saw his evil deeds with his own eyes, and heard His Highness Xianle admit it with his own ears. What's the difference?"

Shi Qingxuan was furious and was about to argue with him again, but Xie Lian grabbed him and said, “Master Feng, thank you very much. I appreciate your kindness. But it’s not necessary.”

Shi Qingxuan couldn't think of how to refute Pei Ming for a while, so he pointed at him and held his breath. At this time, Jun Wu finally spoke. He said calmly: "Everyone, please be patient."

His voice was not very loud, but very calm. However, every priest in the Shenwu Hall heard it clearly and stood up again. When the hall was quiet, Jun Wu said, "Taihua, you have always been a little impulsive. You can't just rush into things. You must listen calmly and make a decision."

Hearing this, Lang Qianqiu bowed his head to accept the instruction. Many priests were shocked: Oh no, looking at this situation, is he going to be saved? !

As expected, Jun Wu continued, "Xianle refuses to tell the whole story, so her request to demote herself is invalid. She will be detained in Xianle Palace and confined there first, and then I will interrogate her personally. Before that, Taihua should not meet with Xianle for the time being."

The "click" in the hearts of the priests drew out a long string of echoes: It really is saved!

Jun Wu protected Xie Lian, a laughing stock in the Three Realms who had no territory and no merit, and perfunctorily dealt with Lang Qianqiu. Lang Qianqiu was the Martial God in charge of the East, and he might be dissatisfied with this, which would be a losing deal. But even so, he still wanted to protect him - could it be that Xie Lian was still appreciated by Jun Wu? !

Do I have to be careful with what I say from now on?

Moreover, everyone was quite concerned about that "Xianle Palace". When Xie Lian heard these three words, he was also startled, thinking: "I don't have enough merits to build a palace. The previous Xianle Palace was abandoned long ago. Where did this Xianle Palace come from?" After thinking about it again, he immediately understood. Jun Wu must have built a new palace for him, and most likely planned to find an excuse to grant it to him after returning from the ghost market this time. Unexpectedly, it is now used for house arrest.

Being confined to await trial was a delaying tactic. Many priests saw some subtle signs and secretly decided not to mention the words "laughing stock of the three realms" in any public occasions in the future. Shi Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, praised the emperor for his wisdom, and prepared to ask Lang Qianqiu. Lang Qianqiu stared at Xie Lian and said, "Your Majesty, you can ask whatever you want, but no matter what the final result is, I will always fight you!"

After saying that, he bowed to Jun Wu and turned to leave the hall. Jun Wu waved his hand, and several martial gods came forward to take Xie Lian away. When passing in front of Shi Qingxuan, Xie Lian whispered to him: "Master Feng, thank you very much. But if you really want to help me, you don't have to speak for me. Can I ask you for two things?"

Shi Qingxuan said: "Go ahead and tell me."

Xie Lian said, “The young man I brought up is in the side hall. I’ll trouble you to bring him to see the Emperor later. There’s no need for you to say more, my lord. The Emperor knows what’s going on.”

Shi Qingxuan said, "Okay. It's a small matter. What about the second one?"

Xie Lian said, “If General Pei wants to attack Ban Yue again, Master Feng will ask for your help.”

Shi Qingxuan clenched his fist and said, "That's for sure. I won't let Pei Ming succeed. Where is she?"

Xie Lian said, “I hid her in a pickle jar in the Puqi Monastery. If you have time, please take her out and blow on her.”

“…”

After saying goodbye to Master Feng, the two priests took him to a palace with red glazed walls and said respectfully, "Your Highness, please come in."

Xie Lian nodded and said, “Thank you for your help.”

He stepped inside and the door closed behind him. Xie Lian looked around and walked around the palace, thinking that this place was really nice.

Although it was named Xianle Palace, it was not similar to his previous Xianle Palace, so he did not have any troubles of being reminded of the past. He sat in the center of the hall, waiting for Jun Wu to come and ask questions.

There was so much chaos just now that I had no time to think. Now that it's quiet, I think about it again, but doubts are brewing: As a geomancer, Mingyi would not go undercover for no reason. Does he have a personal grudge with Huacheng, or is he just following orders?

If he was ordered to do this, then it would only be Jun Wu's order. However, according to Xie Lian's understanding of Jun Wu, he was not the kind of person who would take the initiative to place an undercover agent in someone else's territory. After all, the affairs at hand in the heavens were already busy enough to keep people busy. I'm afraid there was another hidden story.

As he thought about it, a red figure involuntarily appeared in Xie Lian’s mind.

The image in his mind was blurry, but the figure in red was crystal clear, staring at him motionlessly in the sea of ​​fire. Xie Lian covered his forehead, thinking, "I wonder if Sanlang's Ji Le Fang was burned down. If it is, I will be demoted again this time, and I don't know if I can afford to pay for it by selling everything I have..." He sighed and thought, "Even if I can't afford it, I have to compensate him. It depends on whether it will take decades or hundreds of years."

After sitting for a while, he reached into his arms, took out something, and spread his hands. In his palms were two dice, the two he had brought from Ji Le Fang. After looking at them for a while, Xie Lian put his hands together, held the two dice in his hands, shook them for a while, and threw them on the ground. The dice rolled a few times and then stopped.

As expected, Hua Cheng’s luck had already been used up. Xie Lian was hoping for two more sixes, but when the dice landed, the result was two ones.

Xie Lian couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He stood still and immediately put away the smile on his face and the two dice.

The footsteps were not Jun Wu's. Jun Wu's footsteps were steady, neither fast nor slow. Although Hua Cheng walked carelessly and lazily, the aura of confidence in their steps was exactly the same. This time, the footsteps were a little light. Xie Lian looked back, startled, and said, "It's you."

The man who came was dressed in black, had a pale face, pale lips and a cold expression. He looked extremely cold. He was clearly a martial god, but he looked like a civil servant. Who else could it be but Mu Qing?

Seeing Xie Lian’s slight surprise, he raised his eyebrows and asked, “Who do you think it is? Feng Xin?”

Without waiting for an answer, he lifted the hem of his black coat, stepped over the threshold, and said, "Feng Xin, he probably won't come."

Xie Lian didn’t comment, and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Mu Qing said: "The Emperor only banned you and did not allow Taihua to come, but he did not say that I cannot come."

In fact, he didn't answer Xie Lian's question at all. However, if he didn't want to answer, then he didn't. Xie Lian didn't really want to know, so he didn't ask. Mu Qing looked around in this brand new Xianle Palace, his eyes fell on him, and after a moment's scrutiny, he suddenly threw something to him.

A green afterimage flashed through the air. Xie Lian took it with his left hand, held it and took a look. It turned out to be a small green porcelain bottle.

It's a medicine bottle. Mu Qing said calmly, "It's not nice to see your right hand dragged around with blood all over it."

Xie Lian held the medicine bottle still and looked at him instead.

Ever since his third ascension, Mu Qing's treatment of him could only be described in one word: "sarcastic."

It was as if he was waiting for him to be kicked down for the third time and then make sarcastic remarks on the side. However, at this moment when Xie Lian might really be kicked down for the third time, he suddenly became friendly and even sent him medicine. This sudden change in attitude made him feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that he didn't move, Mu Qing smiled and said, "You can use it or not. No one will send it to you anyway."

This smile was not a fake one. It could be seen that he was in a really good mood at the moment. Although Xie Lian did not feel any pain in his right hand, there was no need to let it stay injured. Jun Wu had patted his right hand as an emergency measure before. It would be better if he had medicine. So he opened the celadon bottle and absentmindedly poured it on his right arm. What came out of the bottle was not powder or pills, but a puff of light green smoke. The smoke flowed slowly, wrapping around his right arm. The smell was fragrant and cool. It was indeed a good thing.

At this time, Mu Qing suddenly asked: "Is what Lang Qianqiu said true? Did you really kill those royal family members of Yong'an Kingdom?"

Hearing this, Xie Lian looked up at him.

Even though Mu Qing had been very patient, Xie Lian could still see a hint of uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.

Mu Qing seemed to be extremely interested in the details of his bloodbath at the Gilded Banquet, and asked again, "How did you kill him?"

At this time, another round of heavy footsteps came from behind. They both turned around and saw that it was Feng Xin who entered the Fairy Palace.

As soon as he entered, he saw Mu Qing in the hall, standing next to Xie Lian with a smile on his face. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Xie Lian raised the small celadon bottle in his hand. Mu Qing suppressed his smile. He had just told Xie Lian that Feng Xin would not come, but Feng Xin came immediately. How could he still want to laugh? He said, "It's funny. If you can come, why can't I?"

Feng Xin ignored him and turned to Xie Lian. Before he could speak, Xie Lian said, "If you two are here to ask the same question, then I will give the same answer. There is no need to disbelieve me. What I said in the Shenwu Hall today is true."

Hearing him say this, Feng Xin's face turned slightly pale.

Mu Qing hated to see him like this, so she swung her clothes and said, "Alright, General Nanyang, hold back. Who are you showing off to with such a sad face now?"

Feng Xin glanced at him sharply, then turned around and pointed at the door, saying, "I didn't do it for you to see. Get out!"

Mu Qing said, "You have the right to tell me to get out. You said you were so loyal, but you stayed for several years? And you still ran away."

Feng Xin's forehead was bulging with veins, and he closed his eyes, as if hoping to out of sight and out of mind. Xie Lian sensed that the conversation was heading in a bad direction, so he raised his hand and said, "Stop. Stop."

Mu Qing was not the type to stop. He sneered, "If it gets out, everyone will say that you, General Nanyang, can't bear to see your old master fall into depravity and you understand the greater good. Fine. You have to find a nice excuse to cover it up. To be frank, don't you just want to stop wasting your time with a useless person?"

Feng Xin's eyes suddenly turned red, he opened his eyes and threw a punch, saying: "What do you know about me?!"

With a "bang", Mu Qing punched him right in the face.

“…”

Mu Qing was a typical pretty boy. He was hit by such a powerful punch, and it was as if a persimmon was smashed on his face, and blood flowed. But he was very tough, and he didn't say a word. He punched back without saying anything, saying: "Then what do you know about me?!"

After they ascended to heaven, they both had their own magic weapons, but when they were angry, they had to fight each other with fists and feet to feel relieved. Feng Xin and Mu Qing were equally powerful 800 years ago, and after 800 years, they were still evenly matched. They punched each other and made loud noises, and it was hard to tell who was better. Feng Xin said angrily: "Do you think anyone doesn't know your dirty thoughts? You just want him to do bad things and you will be happy!!"

Mu Qing grinned: "I know you have always looked down on me. This really makes me laugh to death. Look at yourself! What qualifications do you have to look down on me? You are just a pot calling the kettle black!"

I'm afraid no one could have expected that before Lang Qianqiu and Xie Lian started fighting, Feng Xin and Mu Qing started fighting first. The two had been grudges for a long time, and they fought in a group, cursing each other, and they didn't even listen to each other's curses, so who would listen to Xie Lian? Xie Lian still remembered that when the three of them were young, Mu Qing was a timid and gentle person. Not to mention throwing punches at people, he spoke in a soft voice and didn't dare to yell at people, and he always hid behind himself. And if Feng Xin hit someone, it was because Xie Lian asked him to hit him. He would hit when he was told to hit, and stop when he was told to stop. But now it's not the case. When these two people fought, Xie Lian had no experience in stopping them. He rubbed his eyebrows as he walked, thinking about going to the door and shouting a few times to ask a few priests to come and stop the fight. Unexpectedly, before he stepped out of the hall, he heard a loud noise in front of him. Feng Xin and Mu Qing were fighting fiercely, and they were also startled by the loud noise. They both stopped, focused their attention, and looked towards the direction of the loud noise.

The gate of the Xianle Palace was kicked open. Outside the gate, it was not the broad and open Shenwu Street of Xianjing, but a dead darkness.

In the darkness, countless cold silver butterflies flew towards me.