Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 95 The Battle Is Near (Part [-])
Xue Leng's eyes were extremely sharp, and when the hidden weapon attacked the middle-aged scribe, he had already noticed it, but he didn't have the thought of helping him.

Unexpectedly, within a short breath, Gong Yushu, who appeared out of nowhere, took a step ahead.

That's right, the man with the ice-blue flood dragon tattooed on his chest is exactly Gong Yushu, who moved the True Spirit Sect to Everbright City to take charge of the overall situation.

Although his current appearance is completely different from when he was in Fairy City.

But Xue Leng saw him at a glance and was horrified.

At this moment, Gong Yushu's appearance here really surprised Xue Leng, because he couldn't imagine that someone surnamed Gong would come to him at such a sensitive time.

But even so, it only made Xue Leng a little surprised, and it couldn't reach the level of horror anyway.

What really horrified him was the other party's undisguised attire.

Whether it's the ice-blue flood dragon that is alive on the chest, or the icy aura that was revealed when he made the move just now.

All of them declared that this person had a great relationship with the ice spear monk who attacked and killed him last night.

Even, it might as well be Gong Yushu himself.

Such an unscrupulous attitude, such a grandiose approach to the door.

It can only illustrate one fact, the other party didn't pay attention to Taoist Xu Mi, a senior expert at the early stage of Golden Core, at all.

It also implies that there is at least one Jindan Daoist from the True Spirit Sect dormant in the city.

Xue Leng, who was jealous, felt very uncomfortable seeing Gong Yushu's cold madness, but his face remained calm, as if he didn't know him at all.

As soon as Gong Yushu spoke, those terrifying cold eyes also looked at Xue Leng obliquely, stared at him with sharp eyes, and then moved away.

At this moment, the skinny ugly man roared softly again, and said loudly:
"Brother Yin, what's going on next, tell me quickly!"

The middle-aged scribe was extremely witty. At this moment, he already knew that the two people on the table were not easy to mess with, so he didn't dare to be negligent. He coughed twice and continued:

"Ahem, this third thing, I think you have heard about it more or less."

"In the middle of last night, Fairy Xu Yun, the young city lord, was assassinated on Chelang Street. Two of the three foundation-building guards fell on the spot. Steward Ye Wood couldn't afford to be seriously injured."

"The City Lord's Mansion let out rumors that this matter is a long-prepared conspiracy."

Having said that, the middle-aged scribe picked up the teacup on the table and drank it leisurely.

After half a cup of tea, I saw that he was still drinking with the old god, and he didn't have the slightest intention to continue talking.

The scarlet-headed ugly man opened his eyes wide, slammed the table, and said anxiously:
"Brother Yin, brother is eager to find out the truth, why don't you explain?"

"Is Fairy Xuyun okay? The perpetrator is probably a bastard from the Loose Cultivation Alliance! Is that right?"

The sound was like thunder, but the middle-aged scribe was unmoved.

Hanging down his eyes and meditating for a long time, he woke up suddenly, and said with a smile:

"Ma Daoyou, what are you in a hurry for? I was thinking about something just now, and when I was in doubt, I thought of it when you called me."

Just now I said it was a conspiracy, which is really good, the whole story, in a few days, I will know. "

"Anyway, um..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged scribe hesitated, stretched his neck and looked around, feeling a little guilty.

"...This matter is very involved, and it is really difficult to get in touch with the details as Yin."

Speaking of this, even Xue Leng was a little curious, and secretly speculated about the identity of the middle-aged scribe.

After all, the identity of the person who can be assassinated in the restaurant is not easy to go there, and most of them are involved with the forces of the city lord's mansion.

The middle-aged scribe helped some dishes with chopsticks, put them into his mouth, nodded in satisfaction, and continued:

"The fourth thing is a happy event, that is, the powerful forces in the Northland have assembled in the city, and in a few days, they will start to clear the Loan Cultivation Alliance."

Xue Leng listened with gusto, and his mind was running fast. Gong Yushu was always extremely cold, with no expression on his face.

While speaking, the middle-aged scribe secretly glanced at the expressions of the two of them.

Xue Leng's interested expression, of course, was also noticed by him, and he thought of the exclusive rune imprint of Tianfu Pavilion on Xue Leng's body.

He has gradually become clear in his heart, Xue Leng's details, as for the "savior" who can sit at the same table, he is also guessing.

But the ugly man with the scarlet head couldn't think of this, and shouted angrily:

"Brother Yin, who are those murderers? They are so defiant. Now that the comrades from the Northland have arrived, why not take this opportunity to take Lao Shizi's evil alliance together!"

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he shook his head slightly, laughed loudly, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Ma, Fairy Xuyun is fine. As for the dead fellow daoist, someone has already taken revenge for them."

He took a sip of wine, and then said:

"As for the matter of destroying the Loose Cultivation Alliance, the city lord has his own discretion. You and I will fight hard to kill the enemy when the time comes, so don't think so much."

abruptly—

He rolled his eyes, he didn't know what he thought of, he stood up suddenly, walked in front of Xue Leng, cupped his fists slightly as a salute, and asked straight to the point:

"I'm Yin Zheng, if you dare to ask this fellow Taoist, is it Senior Brother Xue from Tianfu Pavilion?"

Xue Leng raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on his face, he clasped his fists in return, and said loudly:

"Don't dare to be! Don't dare to be! This is Xue Leng, I don't know what friends have to teach?"

Although the middle-aged scribe knew that this man with extraordinary temperament was Xue Leng who he secretly guessed, he never expected that the other party was so polite.

Can't help being flattered, Lang Lang smiled and said:
"Tianfu Twins, they have caused a sensation in the Northland in recent years, and they are eager to see them. Who would have thought that meeting one of them in this place would be a great fortune. If you don't mind, how about we use this place to talk?"

Xue Leng glanced at Gong Yushu indifferently, and said with a smile:
"I'm just a low-achieving Yifan cultivator. His reputation is all supported by Senior Brother Tang Yan in the pavilion. How can he bear the absurd praise of Fellow Daoist Yin?"

Yin Zheng continued to smile, but didn't answer. He turned to look at the skinny ugly man, just as he was about to say something.

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by another person, someone he didn't even dare to look in the eye.

"It turns out to be Junior Brother Xue from Tianfu Pavilion. It's really rare. It's been a long time since all sects and factions have gathered in the city, but Junior Brother, you are the only one who can't see the end."

"Gong once thought that Junior Brother Tongying from Guige was the Foundation Establishment cultivator leading the team this time."

What he said was not polite, the middle-aged scribe's lips moved, he hesitated to speak.

After cupping his hands, he hurriedly shrugged and returned to his seat with a resentful expression on his face.

As the middle-aged scribes receded, the originally noisy lobby fell silent for a moment.

A secret room somewhere in the city.

"Hehe, the one with the surname Gong is really crazy. He thought he was in the True Spirit Sect, but he acted so nonsense. Finally, I got caught."

Li Xingjian's eyes glowed coldly, his arms trembled slightly, and he was very excited. Just now, his subordinates sent a secret report:
The young city lord was assassinated, three foundation-building guards, two dead and one injured, Fairy Xu Yun was fine.

And the person who did this is most likely Gong Yushu.

Although there is no evidence, Li Xingjian is the best at framing people.

What's more, people who watch tigers fight from a distance are the happiest.

Besides, the person fighting is his opponent.

"Hmph, it's a good show for committing such a stupid thing privately."

"Huh? Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"

After playing for a while, Li Xingjian realized that Jianxiu, who had just become sworn brother to Jinlan, was absent-mindedly listening to the report.

Yan replied oh, waved his hand and said that he continued, but his heart was churning:

What did fellow Daoist Tong Daoist of Tianfu Pavilion ask me for?What did we say when we met?I……

Alas, in heaven, I, Yan Hui, have never done anything wrong to Xue Leng, but why do I always feel that I am sorry to him?well!

Tong Ying was waiting to see him.

(End of this chapter)