Chi Xiaochi was afraid to turn around, but when she heard his tone of voice, she was shocked and didn’t care about anything else, she looked back: “Master ……”

In full view of everyone, a hand gently cupped his right cheek and shook it gently.

Wen Yujing said nothing and smiled down at him.

I’m here, I’m fine, and I can still touch your face.

When the disciples saw this scene, how could they not understand?

If Duan Shujue had been the one who had conspired to kill his master, how could Uncle Wen, who had returned from his tribulation, have treated him in such a way?

Ren Tingfeng jumped down from his high seat and held Wen Yujing by the arm: “When did you return? Why was no one informed?”

”I entered the mountain just as the public trial began.” Wen Yujing’s eyes dropped as he spoke to his brother. Wen Yujing’s eyes dropped as he spoke to his brothers, and he returned to his self-possessed Wen tone, “I asked the disciples guarding the mountain not to pass on the news, but I just wanted to come and listen to the public trial. I’m sorry to have bothered you all.”

If Chi Yunzi hadn’t been mindful of the mountain master’s majesty, he would have been as anxious as the other students to get up.

He leaned forward and ordered, “Listen to the wind, let’s get down to business! How is Wen’s brother injured?”

Ren Tingfeng took a pulse and was both shocked and angry: “How did he get hurt like this?”

Wen Yujing turned his head, and his eyes fell on Yan Jinhua, who was horrified by the demon cultivator’s head, “Senior nephew Yan, why didn’t you answer when Third Senior Uncle asked you?”

Yan Jinhua couldn’t say a word.

All the words rolled back and forth in his mouth, burning so hot that his throat constricted and he could not say a word.

Why is Wen Yujing still back?

Why did his system disappear?

A bad feeling wrapped around him, making him unable to breathe, and he dared not even look at the still fresh head on the ground. What does it matter to me if my uncle is injured? What does it matter if I am injured?”

Wen Yujing withdrew his hand from Ren Tingfeng’s: “You are indeed more than that. You have done more than that, you have destroyed books, you have done more than that.”

”This is even more nonsense!” Yan Jinhua argued, “Who in the mountain doesn’t know that you have been biased in your treatment of Duan Shujue? Even if Duan Shujue did make a mistake, it’s hard to say that Uncle Wen wouldn’t cover it up!”

Yan Jinhua, anxious to get off the hook, naturally began by questioning Wen Yujing’s position in speaking up for Duan Shujue.

Chi Yunzi, who had already been distracted by these rumours for some days, was sick of such unsubstantiated claims.

Such words of disgrace coming out of his mouth and reaching the ears of the disciples present, how will Yujing behave in the future!

Wen Yujing did not change his colour, and even his speech was as gentle as ever: “If you don’t know what I mean by this, I will ask someone to come and explain it to you.”

Yan Jinhua’s heart jumps and he turns his head to look.

When he saw the painter he had hired to draw the little yellow picture of the same person and the “blind old man” who had stolen his money bag, being escorted by the two disciples who were guarding the mountain with fear and trepidation, his eyes went black and he wanted to pass out on the spot.

Su Yun, who was standing by Chi Yunzi’s side, immediately recognised that the man beneath him was the strange old man he had met in the city when he had gone to ambush the ghosts.

When he saw him now, his eyes darted around and he was not half blind, he was enlightened and bowed to Chi Yunzi, “Master, this is the man of prophecy I mentioned I met in the city. When he came upon me, he said he was inauspicious, but when I asked him what he meant, he spoke incoherently and ran away. This ……”

Chi Yunzi waved his hand, stopping Su Yun from speaking, “Senior, these two?”

The two men, surrounded by the sword-wielding Taoist priests, could not hold themselves back and fell to their knees, confessing everything.

The artist still had some integrity and gave a truthful account of the fabrication of the painting, saying only that he did not know that it was the two immortals when he painted it, and that he had only done it to earn a living, so he was sorry for having offended them. In order to get away with it, he simply blamed Yan Jinhua for everything, saying that he knew nothing about it and that Yan Jinhua had ordered him to do it.

…… has to be considered the truth.

Yan Jinhua was publicly tortured, and his body felt like it was being eaten by ants.

When they had finished, Wen Yujing took out a silver pouch with gold and red embroidery and said, “Nephew Yan, does this look familiar to you?”

Yan Jinhua simply felt like he was going to have a stroke when he looked past it.

That’s the money bag he was robbed of by the blind old man!

Yan Jinhua’s blood pressure was rising, his brain was buzzing and his shoulders and neck were numb.

His first reaction was to deny it, “I’ve never seen it, it’s not mine!”

The money pouch is a personal and intimate item, and if he refuses to admit it, what can Wen Yujing do about it?

”You really don’t know?”

”Joke, there are thousands of money bags in the world, how can Master Uncle be sure that this is mine?”

The ragamuffin interjected at this point: “It’s obvious that you’re the one who gave me the reward money to keep my mouth shut!”

Yan Jinhua wanted to pounce on the old man and tear his mouth off.

Can I suffocate you by not talking? Can I suffocate you?!

And besides, the reward is bullshit! You took it from me!

However, he dared not make a fuss in front of Chi Yunzi, so he held back a mouthful of old blood and said indifferently, “Slanderous words are not to be believed.”

Wen Yujing looked at him, smiled, and said to Chi Yunzi, “A few days ago, when I went down to the mountain, I wanted to buy some books and wine, but I inadvertently saw this man in a restaurant buying wine with a money bag. I thought the workmanship looked familiar, but I didn’t think about it. But after being imprisoned for a few days, I have an answer in my mind.”

With these words, he threw the money bag upwards, and with one hand, he put his fingers together to form a sword, and a sword intent swept away, breaking the bag in the air and sending the few remaining coins tumbling to the ground.

Wen Yujing grabbed a fragment flying in the air with his hand and handed it to Ren Tingfeng beside him.

The three characters ” Yan Jinhua”, painted in iron hooks and silver, are in the lower left-hand corner of the interior of the money bag.

Wen Yujing said, “…… This is my answer.”

Although things had gone far beyond Chi Xiaochi’s expectations, that didn’t stop him from doing an impromptu smackdown.

He timed his interjection and tone of voice to perfection, his voice trembling slightly as he said softly, “This silver pouch is embroidered by my disciple as a token of appreciation for saving his life in the past. Inside the pouch is an embroidered prayer formation and the eight characters of Brother Yan’s name. I have also done some needlework for Master, so Master can recognise that it came from my hands ……”

Yan Jinhua : “……” 草泥馬.

It’s almost as bad as going to a robbery with your head in your stockings, only to have the real address and phone number of your online purchase taped to the back of the stocking.

”A life-saver?”

Wen Yujing smiled coldly, pushed Ren Tingfeng away from him and walked slowly to Yan Jinhua, grabbed him by the back of his collar and forced him to look at the demon’s head: “Tell it once, what did you owe to Shu Jie for saving your life?”

Yan Jinhua is now truly fucked.

He really didn’t know which mountain demon this was, did he?

He struggled fiercely and cried out, “I really don’t know! I’ve been wronged!”

”You’ve been wronged?”

Wen Yujing’s breathing is a little ragged, and he has one hand pressed against his waist and abdomen, which must have been badly injured.

He released his grip on Yan Jinhua and took two unsteady steps back, his voice rising: “When Shu Jie’s parents were slaughtered by the demon hunter, why was that? How dare you say you don’t recognise this demon creature? In order to win the competition, you poisoned me, and I recognized that the method was similar to that of the demon cultivator. I was leading Shu Jie in the Mo Xie formation when I was suddenly sent to the demon cave by a different formation.

After coughing violently for a few seconds, a wave of dizziness suddenly hit Wen Yujing and he fell to his side.

Chi Xiaochi, who had been quietly watching him, saw the situation and immediately got up, holding Wen Yujing’s waist before anyone else.

Wen Yujing also locked her arms around his waist, and with a push into his arms, Chi Xiaochi slumped against his shoulder, as if she had taken the initiative and crashed into his arms.

Wen Yujing’s bloodied black hair slips over Chi Xiaochi’s shoulders with a strange beauty of violence and holiness.

He lifted his hand, ruffled his hair and whispered, “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

…… Where is the aggressiveness in the voice of the party?

After doing this, he leaned on Chi Xiaochi’s body and lost consciousness.

In the midst of the chaos, Yan Jinhua knelt dumbly in place, his body flushed with heat and cold.

Wen Yujing has done the first half of everything he says he has done.

But what is the second half?

When you think about it, the insidiousness of this rhetoric makes Yan Jinhua’s skin crawl!

Since Wen Yujing opened his mouth, he first threw out the head of the demon creature to shock the whole audience, and then sat down to confirm that he had spread the celestial phenomenon rumour and falsely accused the master and disciple of having an affair, after which, whatever further accusatory words he said would be taken as true.

And he fainted before he could explain in detail, thus giving the crowd room for reverie!

Lies are easy to unravel, but what about half-truths?

Seeing that Wen Yujing was about to be carried off, Yan Jinhua realized that if the public trial ended like this, his reputation, his plans, his dream of becoming a leading man, would be completely ruined!

Wen’s name was obviously taken away by the system, so where is this “demon cave”?

In the beginning, he only delivered a secret letter, those demon cultivators were afraid that they didn’t even know the name of the person who delivered the message, what he looked like and where the accusation came from?

This man is clearly convicted for his own brainstorming on the basis of his knowledge of the storyline!

Yan Jinhua now knelt down with all his heart, walked up on his knees and cried out in anguish: “O Master! I have been wronged! I have been wronged!”

This time he cried without any acting, with tears pouring down his face, but it was not enough to move Chi Yunzi.

He commanded indifferently, “Shu Jie.”

Chi Xiaochi : “Yes.”

Chi Yunzi: “Quickly take your master back to the head of the mountain and look after him. Listen to the wind, go and get the best medicine for your injuries, I will check on the situation later. As for Yan Jinhua ……”

Chi Yunzi was unwilling to give him even a single look, and after a pause, he said, “Take him into custody at Ming Yue House and hold a public trial on a later date.”

Yan Jinhua was terrified when he saw several of his disciples quickly approaching him, but he had to seize his last chance to live and tried his best to argue, “Master! Don’t listen to Wen Yujing’s words! Please listen to me, this man …… Wen Yujing is claiming that others are demons, but in fact he is the demon! This person is not a person who should be in this world! He is-”

Before anyone in the room could comment on Yan Jinhua’s words, the faces of several dignitaries in the upper echelons changed.

…… How did he know?

Ren Tingfeng, who had already sent Wen Yujing a dozen paces away, looked back at him at the sound of his voice.

He had swept away his previous attitude of being free and prodigal, and his gaze was extremely cold as he said, word for word, “Senior Nephew Yan, you are probably sick.”

With these words, he reached out and beckoned his disciple.

Two of Ren Tingfeng’s inner disciples, who were extremely resourceful, were ordered to come forward, gagging him and dragging him by the arm, and the gagger did not forget to put a piece of mace in his mouth.

Yan Jinhua’s tongue immediately swelled up and became paralyzed, swollen and painful.

He covered his mouth, his mouth watering, unable to speak a single word, and still growled, “Is he really-”

But no one who has heard enough of his falsehoods is willing to listen to the truth he tells anymore.

……

Wen Yujing’s body is grotesquely wounded, with clear whip marks, as if he had been severely tortured, and his internal organs are burned and his internal injuries are very serious.

The few words he spoke before he fell into a coma were enough for Chi Yunzi, Ren Tingfeng and others to piece together a “truth”.

Yan Jinhua has been in cahoots with the demon cultivators for a long time, and since Wen’s brother has learned his secret, Yan Jinhua has the intention to kill and frame him.

He was separated from the group in the Valley of the Lost Butterflies, and took advantage of the opportunity to collaborate with the demon cultivators, causing Wen’s brother to be imprisoned and Duan Shujue to be wronged. After three days of suffering in the mountain, Wen finally found an opportunity to escape and killed a demon leader, taking his head with him as proof.

It can be said that, apart from some discrepancies in certain details, there is nothing wrong with the overall direction of several people’s reasoning.

After taking a few pills, Wen Yujing woke up and was in much better spirits.

It was just that he was so badly wounded that at first glance he was simply shocking.

The brothers could not rest assured and urged him to take care of his wounds and not to leave his disease behind, while summoning Duan Shujue to take good care of Wen Yujing and apologizing for having misunderstood him.

Duan Shujue seemed unconcerned about the matter, and with a bow, he fetched the elixir and went ahead to decoct it.

As they left, Chi Yunzi glanced at Chi Xiaochi, who had turned to boil the medicine: “Master Ren, when we spoke to Duan Shujue, he seemed a little distracted, I wonder if he listened to our instructions.”

”Shu Jie is doing a good job, so don’t worry about it.” Ren Tingfeng said. Ren Tingfeng said, “Besides, before today, he probably didn’t know that his parents were killed by Yan Jinhua. It is not surprising that he would be confused if his benefactor turned into a blood enemy.”

Chi Yunzi thought about it and decided that this was indeed the case, so he thought no more: “Seal off the fishing pond and seal all the things inside.”

Ren Tingfeng: “Is there still a public trial?”

Chi Yunzi’s voice was also weary: “A public trial? Let him talk crazy in front of everyone again? When Master Wen is better, we will ask him how he is doing, and then we will decide.”

Chi Xiaochi, who had gone to decoct the medicine, did not come in even after several hours, so Wen Yujing could only recline on his couch, spread his hair and read a volume of books to pass the time.

There was another long wait before there were two knocks at the door.

Dang, dang, carefully, as if striking at one’s heart, but also at Chi Xiaochi’s own.

It was a heart so hot it was soft.

Inside the door, Wen Yujing smiled unconsciously before he saw the man’s face.

He tucked the scroll under the covers and cleared his throat, but the words that came out were still slightly muffled, “Come in.”

Chi Xiaochi enters, holding in his hands a small bowl of medicine that he has taken this long time to toss together, and a small mountain of preserves.

He went to the bedside, “Master, drink the medicine.”

Wen Yujing’s hands are tucked under the covers and he doesn’t look like he has any intention of taking the bowl: “There is no strength in my hands.”

Chi Xiaochi did not say anything more, took a jade spoon and scooped up the medicinal soup, blew it warm and held the spoon to his lips to check the temperature before feeding it to his mouth, carefully scraping away the few drops of medicinal liquid that ran from the corner of his lips with the side of the spoon, and then took a small piece of dried apricot with honey and brought it to his mouth.

Wen Yujing shakes his head and refuses the little dessert.

”I’ve already heard Third Brother say that.” Wen Yujing looked at him and said approvingly, “You deserve a lot of credit for getting rid of the vicious vermin in Misty Butterfly Valley. Ye Jiming would never have won without your shark dan. Because I was so busy looking for me, the viper’s head was taken to Jing Xufeng and never disposed of. I have asked my elder brother for a few treasures from the viper’s body, snake pellets, snake bones and snake gall, all of which are of great quality and will be beneficial to your training.”

Chi Xiaochi exhausted all his strength and acting skills, just enough to sustain him to say four words calmly: “Thank you, Master.”

A long silence ensued.

Chi Xiaochi is in a slow and trance-like state of mind, so trance-like that he feels he has just thought of nothing at all.

But he also remembers one positive thing: ” Ye Jiming ……”

Wen Yujing knew all about his concerns: “As I told my brother, I met Ye Jiming in Tokyu Mountain and he was a good boy who was a bit reckless. He was there for a reason. He will be fine with me.”

Chi Xiaochi : “Yes. Thanks a lot, Master.”

Again there was silence on both sides.

The bitter scent of the medicine becomes clearer as the jade spoon touches the bottom of the bowl again and again, and Wen Yujing coughs twice as he is choked and tickled.

Chi Xiaochi’s heart raced and he put the bowl of medicine down and went to rub his chest, “What’s wrong?”

One hand lifted and pressed his hand to his left heart.

He was looking at him, his fingertips snapping at his fingertips.

Chi Xiaochi felt the softness and coldness of the hand, and the gentle, insistent gaze distracted him from all touch.

All his conditioned reflexes were declared null and void in this man.

Wen Yujing asked him softly, “Is there anything else you want to ask me?”