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¡¾Tianyin Pavilion¡¿The roads are different

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    In Danxin Hall, a group of monks didn't know what to make of it. Many people lowered their heads and remained silent.

    Master Xuanjing said: "Alas the injustice, it's all the injustice."

    Mu Yanli, the owner of the Tianyin Pavilion, said: "Injustice has a head, debt has an owner, many things in this world are karma, and they are intertwined." When she said this, the topic changed, "But Mo Ran, you  You know, suffering is not a reason for you to vent your hatred and disregard human life."

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    An elder from the Fire Phoenix Pavilion also sighed, and said, "Xianjun Mo, it is pitiful that you have been wronged. But it is also because of your bad background and fate. Everyone has their own destiny, and you can't just because you were wronged.  If you bully, go back and bully irrelevant people."

    "You have indeed done good deeds, and you have also been wronged, but according to what we know, you also killed people later Every yard counts, and everything must be counted."

    Mo Ran didn't speak.

    Jiang Xi suddenly asked, "How do you calculate it?"

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    "Who can count? Whose life is not life, who can be the most just ruler." Jiang Xi willful and reckless, and did not regard Tianyin Pavilion as a god, "I don't mean to be partial to Mo Ran, but I  I just want to ask, today, we are standing here, saying that we want to settle accounts with Mo Ran one by one, and let him pay back. So - what about the humiliation that Mo Ran has suffered? What about the injustice he has suffered?"

    "" No one thought that Jiang Xi, who had suffered the most in the massacre a few days ago, would stand up and stand up for Mo Weiyu, and was stunned for a moment.

    Mu Yanli said: "Master Jiang, Tianyin Pavilion has always been fair. My family has guarded the magic weapon of the scale for generations. When the time comes, I will use the magic weapon to weigh Mr. Mo's merits and demerits and determine the punishment. You don't have to worry.  "

    "Strange, what does he have to do with me, why should I worry?"

    Jiang Xi has been unhappy with Tianyin Pavilion for a long time. He only cultivates the way of medicine. To put it bluntly, as long as the medicine is refined well, a mortal body can also be free in the world. Therefore, Gu Yueye is the least superstitious about the descendants of gods.

    He squinted his almond eyes, and said coldly: "But Jiang is very curious, dare to ask everyone in Tianyin Pavilion, after the interrogation of Mo Ran, should you also interrogate other people involved in these old incidents?  Dig the ground three feet to see if Nangong Yan is still alive in the world? Should I go to Xiangtan and find the rich man who molested Miss Xun?  , lack of food and clothing, benefactor insulted/humiliated by guests, mother starved to death¡ªwho can we talk about?"

    Master Xuanjing murmured: "Master Jiang, why did you suddenly defend the sinner?"

    "I can't talk about voice debate." Jiang Xi's thin lips opened and closed, "I just thought of how we treated Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi when we were in Huangshan. Jiang is not very willing to see the old things repeat itself."

    Someone said: "That's a two-code situation, it's not the same at all."

    "What's the difference?" Jiang Xi said, "Now that Nangong Si is dead, and Ye Wangxi is still lingering on the sick bed of Gu Yueye, things are different-but at the beginning, didn't we force them to say that Confucianism  The blood debt of the two of them should be paid in blood?"

    He turned sharply, brown eyes like hawks.

    "At that time? Where is Tianyin Pavilion? Where is justice?"

    The people of Bitanzhuang had deep grievances with the Confucian School because of the sword manual. Li Wuxin's apprentice Zhen Congming said: "What the head of Jiang said is biased. Nan Gongsi is the successor of the Confucian School.  All the Confucianists are dead, otherwise the old debts will still be pursued. No one wants to be taken advantage of."

    Jiang Xi sneered: "Yeah, so look, don't you understand this truth very well? No one wants to be the last person to be slapped but unable to fight back."

    Zhen Congming: ""

    "You think so, Xu Shuanglin thinks so, and Mo Ran can think so too." Jiang Xi said, "When things happen to others, these words are always easy to say. But injustice and cruelty really come.  When it comes to my own head, I will only think, why there are so many wicked people in the world, but I am the one who suffers."

    Zhen Congming said: "I heard the meaning of Sect Leader Jiang. He thinks that we treated Ye Wangxi Nangong Si too cruelly and unfairly. Is this the case of Bitan Zhuang sword manual?"

    Jiang Xi said: "Nangong Si is gone, who else do you want to pursue?"

    Zhen Congming suddenly became angry: "Then my master died in vain?! Nangong Si is gone, isn't there still Ye Wangxi? She is the leader of the dark city of the Confucian School, and the sword manual, is she not in the slightest whereabouts?!"

    The crowd was dead silent.

    everyone knows?You don¡¯t need to listen to the music, I¡¯m here because I want to ask Madam about someone.  "

    The smile on Madam's face froze, and her tone became cold: "Inquire about someone? Inquire about who?"

    Mr. Na said slowly: "On the Yanbo River, among the boats and boats, the fairy's pipa is playing slowly, and you can hear it silently when you are farewell."

    Madam's face changed when he heard the whole sentence, and when he finished the whole sentence, she was completely pale, her lips were trembling, her pair of slender, even rather mean eyebrows twitched, and she pressed her handkerchief to her chest.  After a long time, he asked tremblingly:

    "You, what are you who are you?!"

    Mr. Bao asked with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, then I can count as finding someone for Xue Xianzhang. Mrs. Mo, how have you been doing all these years?"

    Lady Mo swayed for a while, but she couldn't stand still, she fell down on the round paulownia stool, gasping for breath, her face turned red and white, she waved her hands away for a while, leaving only Mr. Bao inquiring in the hall.  She stared fixedly at the face of the businessman, with complex expressions of ecstasy, sadness, and various expressions in her eyes.

    Mr. Bao asked with a calm expression, lifted the teapot and filled her with a cup of lukewarm tea, and handed it over: "Take a sip of tea first."

    Lady Mo tremblingly picked up the cup, took a sip, and then another sip. When the tea was dry, she still took a few sips before raising her head.

    "It was Xue Xue Lang asked you to come to me?"

    Mr. Bao inquired and sighed: "To be honest, Xue Xianjun, whom Madam misses, has passed away long ago."

    "What?!"

    "It's his younger brother. He asked me to look around for my elder brother's confidante back then. At the beginning, the two of his brothers established their own sects in the lower cultivator world, and they flourished. They are no longer the lonely wanderers of the past.  The sect has established itself, and he couldn't get away for a while, but later, he had an accident when he was slaying demons, and unfortunately"

    Before Madam Mo finished listening, she immediately covered her face and burst into tears.

    Mr. Bao asked her to persuade her for a long time before she managed to stop her sobs. Then the gentleman continued: "Before Xue Xianjun passed away, he talked to his younger brother about the nanny. His younger brother has been looking for the whereabouts of the nanny all these years.  I found you and took you back."

    Mrs. Mo murmured that she was not confident, she grabbed Mr. Bao's hand and said, "Repeat that sentence again! I don't believe it, I don't believe it was him"

    This is the most important sentence in this business. Of course, he memorized it backwards, and immediately repeated it: "On the Yanbo River, in the boat, the fairy's pipa is playing slowly, and you will hear it silently when you are farewell."

    Mrs. Mo exclaimed in a low voice, "Ah", and tears filled her eyes instantly: "He, he hasn't looked for me all these years, it's because, I thought I still blame him"

    Mr. Bao inquired and sighed: "Many years have passed, Madam, let's be sad. By the way, does Madam still have a son?"

    "Yes yes, yes!" Mrs. Mo choked up and sobbed, crying and wiping her tears, and then shouted upstairs to the Nuan Pavilion, "A Nian, A Nian Mo Nian! Quick, come down!"

    The door of the warm pavilion opened, but it was not Mo Nian who came out, but a weak child.

    The child was holding a pile of changed clothes in his hands, his thin face poked out from behind the clothes, and there were still some bruises on his cheeks, looking timid.

    Mr. Bao inquired a little hesitantly: "Is this your son?"

    "Ah, that's not it." Mrs. Mo wiped her tears and said, "This is the boy who lit the fire in my building."

    The gentleman immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a comfortable smile: "Oh, that's how it is."

    Mrs. Mo turned her head and asked the child: "Mo Ran, where is the young master?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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