Butcher Wang’s words stunned me.

I thought for a while, then shook my head and said, "My judgment should be correct. At least, I can't think of another purpose for the layout."

I stood up and said, "Anyway, we have to go back to Banxian Village first."

I looked at Xia Mengying and said, "Xia Xia, can you still come back with us?"

What I'm worried about is Xia Mengying's state. In a battle between rivers and lakes, among the factors that can determine the outcome, cultivation only accounts for half, and the other half is mentality.

If Xia Mengying's mentality is unstable, it's better not to go back.

Xia Mengying slowly shook her head and said, "I must go back."

"I can take care of myself, you don't have to worry."

I saw that Xia Mengying's condition was pretty good, so I nodded and said: "Okay! When you enter Banxian Village, be careful. If something happens, hide behind us. Don't rush forward and fight with others. Let's go!"

On the way back to Banxian Village, I kept thinking about the question Butcher Wang asked me.

There is a person in Banxian Village who is good at planning. Is this person Xia Chuan? Or is it someone else?

Old man Qiao, Qiao Gongliang!

Back then, Qiao Gongliang clearly told me that his ancestors were suppressed in the Forest of Steles.

Old man Qiao gave me another explanation.

Before I see the Forest of Steles with my own eyes, it may be too early for me to make a judgment.

I was still thinking about the situation in Banxianzhuang, but I didn't know that there was already a panic there.

At that time, although there was no crisis in Banxian Village yet, the whole village was trapped in a corner of Banxian Village and could not get out.

Although Yan Xing stood respectfully beside Lao Liu, he could not hide the sadness on his face.

Old Liu sipped the tea slowly and said: "Yan Xing, you still need to hone your Qi-nurturing skills!"

"That's what the teacher taught you." Yan Xing hesitated before saying, "Teacher, Banxian Village has been trapped for five days, and his disciples have been killed one after another."

"The whole village is in panic. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to control the situation..."

Old Liu took out his folding fan and shook it twice: "Who do you think is the most trustworthy person in Banxian Village?"

Yan Xing wondered: "The student doesn't understand what the teacher means?"

Lao Liu explained: "I mean, who is the person who least wants anything to happen to Banxian Village? Who is the person who will never betray Banxian Village at any time?"

Yan Xing said without hesitation: "It's the owner of the village, Cheng Yuankai."

"Although the Neo-Confucian school is stubborn, they regard Confucianism as life. No, it should be said that it is more important than life. When Ban Xianzhuang is in danger, they will sacrifice their lives for justice without hesitation."

Old Liu Yi folded his fan and said, "You should find a way to contact Cheng Yuankai and ask him to meet at midnight tonight. Remember, no one can know about this matter."

"There are only three of you, me and Chen Yuankai. Do you understand?"

Yan Xing's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean, teacher?"

"Do as I say and don't ask anything. If you can secretly find Cheng Yuankai, I can save Banxian Village. Otherwise, it will be difficult for gods to save Banxian Village." After finishing speaking, Old Liu lay down on the chair.

Close your eyes and rest your mind, and never look at the other person again.

Yan Xing gritted his teeth, quietly exited the room, secretly found Cheng Yuankai, and took him to Lao Liu's private courtyard in the dead of night.

Cheng Yuankai was obviously a little unhappy. After meeting, he said solemnly: "Sir, I called you late at night. What advice do you have?"

Lao Liu stood up nonchalantly, walked slowly to an ancient painting, gently picked up the scroll with his fan and said, "Look here!"

Yan Xing's expression suddenly changed: "You are so brave, you dare to spy on the great scholars of the world, who did this?"

Lao Liu smiled lightly and said: "It doesn't matter, I can find the other party's secret tricks and won't let them see what they want to see."

Cheng Yuankai frowned and said, "Sir, you brought me here just to show me this?"

Old Liu smiled and said: "Come with me, I will let you see some more things. Be careful not to be discovered."

The two great scholars had no choice but to act like thieves. They followed Lao Liu out of the room quietly and sneaked into the empty room where the remains of the disciples of Banxianzhuang were stored.

Lao Liu said: "Yan Xing, have you checked the connections between these murdered disciples?"

Yan Xing shook his head and said, "This disciple doesn't know!"

Cheng Yuankai also shook his head.

Lao Liu asked again: "Have you carefully investigated the scene where these disciples were killed?"

Yan Xing replied: "Although we have not personally inspected the scene, we have heard from our disciples..."

"Okay, you don't need to say it anymore!" Old Liu said with a serious face: "As a great scholar and a disciple of Banxian Village, you will just sit in the hall and wait to hear people's reports?"

"Have you lived in peace for too long and forgotten what it means to be prepared for danger in times of peace, or do you think that because you have become a great scholar, you can be superior?"

"Banxian Village suffered such a catastrophe, and disciples were killed one after another, but you didn't even look at it. As a teacher, do you want to set an example for the students like this?"

"What example have you set for your disciples?"

Yan Xing was so scolded by Lao Liu that he couldn't hold his head up, but Cheng Yuankai argued forcefully: "Students believe in the abilities of their disciples. What difference does it make whether we go or not?"
Chapter completed!