PFC Chapter 141: Clumsy Han Yun
Chapter 141: Clumsy Han Yun
He was already scared, and at this moment a magical crane flew in from the closed window.
That is not an ordinary spiritual crane. It will only appear when the sect leader summons someone.
Han Yun was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, pointing at the spiritual crane that landed on the Eight Immortals Table, unable to utter a word.
He knew it was over, everything was over. He might even be kicked out of Xuanyu Sect.
Seeing Hui was still calm, he quickly helped the man up and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, it's just a spirit crane. Even if the sect leader summons you, so what? The red talisman is gone, there is no evidence, so you don't have to worry."
Han Yun pushed him away, gritting his teeth in anger: "This is not a matter of evidence or not, but the Sect Master must have known that I was involved and that's why he summoned me. I've really been killed by you, Brother Jianhui."
He could barely stand up by supporting himself on the table with both hands, sobbing and cursing.
Now he was in such a state of misfortune. He should not have accepted those things earlier. He was dragged into this conspiracy for no reason. He was not a direct disciple, he was just an inner court disciple and could not be as close to people like Jianhui.
"I should have known I shouldn't have been so greedy. Brother Jian Hui, you're going to kill me! If you give something to a real person, you'll be expelled from the sect. Will you be okay if I leave?"
Now it was Hanyun's turn to cry.
"I can help you!"
This was exactly what he wanted. Jian Hui hurriedly helped the man sit down, asked Ling He to wait for a moment, and explained, "I know you resent me, but now that things have come to this, what can you do? Now, either we are expelled from the sect together, or Lin Xuxi is expelled from the sect too. What is your choice?"
"What do you mean?" Even a fool would know what to choose. Han Yun certainly hoped that Lin Xuxi would be expelled from Xuanyu Sect, but he didn't know how to deal with it.
Sure enough, he took the bait.
Jianhui leaned close to Hanyun's ear and whispered.
After hearing Jianhui's words, Hanyun was horrified. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't believe that such a thing could be done by Jianhui, the usually crybaby and timid senior brother.
"Is it really okay for me to meet Senior Brother Hui?" Han Yun thought about the words he had just spoken, his heart pounding like a drum. His head was completely confused now. Would this be too risky?
"Don't worry, I will definitely help you, and now you have no way out. In other words, if we are expelled from the sect together, I can still continue as a casual cultivator with my cultivation level, but what about you? You are a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Without the support of the sect, when will you reach the Golden Core Stage?" Jianhui really had Han Yun in his control.
"Ok!"
Han Yun thought to himself: I can only take a gamble.
When Jian Hui personally escorted Han Yun out, he looked at the back of the crane carrying the person. He lowered his eyes slightly, and felt happy when he thought about what was going to happen next.
"Aunt Xin." Jian Hui took out a small jade pendant Aunt Xin had given him. It was the only thing he had to remember Aunt Xin by. He sighed, "Aunt Xin, you must bless me in heaven so that I can make Lin Xuxi pay the price and avenge you."
Looking at the small jade pendant, he recalled the time when he was still young and ignorant and was injured by the demon cultivator. Although Aunt Xin was unable to help him block the damage that time, he could still feel someone wiping his sweat and feeding him medicine while he was unconscious.
He was in a coma for four or five days, and Aunt Xin took care of him for seven or eight days without sleep. When he woke up, she left this small pendant beside him, perhaps because she was worried he would be afraid and wanted to leave something to keep him company. Because of this, he began to rely on Aunt Xin.
When Jianhui looked at the willow-leaf-shaped jade pendant, he missed Aunt Xin even more.
"I can definitely help you." Jian Hui didn't have much time to be sad. He had to immediately gather those disciples and force the sect leader.
He thought he was foolproof, but in fact, it was full of loopholes.
Han Yun was taken to Fuyue Peak by a spirit crane. He had last been here a month ago, but he was still feeling nervous. He lowered his head and followed the guide as he walked forward.
"Why did the Sect Master summon me here?" Han Yun asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." The guide just smiled and shook his head without saying a word.
Han Yun followed the group around the main hall and saw a thriving herb garden. However, not being a herb cultivator, he couldn't identify what it was. Following the spiritual spring that irrigated the herb garden, he came across a place for drinking tea, perhaps called a flower hall or a tea room; he didn't know.
He walked in cautiously and stood in front of everyone. This time he didn't dare to be presumptuous. He greeted the sect leader first and then the other three masters.
No matter how reluctant he was, he had to pretend and say that Master Lin was well.
"You are Han Yun." said the sect leader.
"To reply to the Sect Master, yes." Han Yun lowered his head.
The leader continued to ask, "Lin Fei said you gave him a red talisman. Is that true?" This time he was the one asking. He knew Xi'er didn't have a good relationship with some people in Fushan.
Lin Xuxi lowered her head and took a sip of tea. She was a little surprised by the fragrance of the tea in the cup. She didn't like those strong cooked teas. She leaned over to look at what was in Brother Rong's cup.
Judging from the color, it should be a black tea like Liubao tea or Fuzhuan tea, which is in line with Master Rong's taste.
"Junior Sister." Rong Yi noticed that she was distracted and asked in a low voice, feeling somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Xuxi didn't care what Han Yun said. She smiled and shook her head, saying, "Nothing." Then she sat up straight and continued to drink her tea.
She could guess what Han Yun could say with her toes, so she was not interested.
"Yes, I gave Lin Fei a red talisman." He almost swallowed the words in his throat while speaking. Not only was Han Yun's voice sticky, he also kept glancing at Lin Xuxi.
This seems a bit strange.
"What are you looking at?" asked Master Rong in a deep voice.
His tone was unfriendly. After all, knowing that he was involved in framing him, it would be strange if he had a good attitude.
Han Yun hastily averted his gaze, shook his head and said timidly, "I dare not."
"What a poor acting," Lin Xuxi thought to herself. She had no intention of speaking, intending to hand over all authority to the Sect Master, who would conduct the interrogation.
Yin Li also saw the clue in that glance just now. He was aloof but thoughtful. Han Yun had just glanced at the little junior sister, and there was something different in his eyes, not a good one.
"Sect Master." Yin Li spoke first, stopping the Sect Master from asking any more questions. He said coldly, "Why don't you let Junior Junior Sister handle this matter herself?"
He always felt that Han Yun had bad intentions. If he really asked him to speak, he didn't know what earth-shattering and absurd things he would say.
"Okay!" The sect leader nodded.
Han Yun panicked. If he didn't say anything, wouldn't Senior Brother Jianhui's subsequent plans also be ruined? No, he had to say these words.
"Master!" Han Yun knelt down hurriedly.
"Shut up!" Yin Li scolded Han Yun coldly, trying to shut him up. He had already guessed what this man would say, and he had to protect his junior sister.
"Brother Yin Li, let him speak." Lin Xuxi was not afraid, and looked at Han Yun with a smile on her face. Although she knew what he would say, she still looked relaxed and content.
Yin Li was unwilling to let his junior sister take on this dirty water, and said helplessly: "Junior sister!"
"Go ahead." Lin Xuxi said with a smile.
"You say." The sect leader echoed.