Report to Emperor Zun: Others cry when the empress rolls

Chapter 79 Thorough investigation of the Murong Mansion

"Yin'er wants to take this opportunity to turn the power of the Murong family to a dark place?" Murong Jinglan immediately guessed what the little niece meant.

"Yes!" Murong Yin clapped his hands and said yes.

"Those disciples who are not united with us will definitely not do their best in the competition, and may even help outsiders attack our disciples."

"We take advantage of this situation to make our disciples admit defeat and make these aristocratic families think that we are really in decline! Although it may be a bit aggrieved at this moment, one must have a long-term vision. It is better to rely on oneself than to accept the wisdom of others! Cultivation base Strong, the right to speak is strong!"

"It's better than being sent by that hypocritical emperor!"

"But we can't all admit defeat, right? Isn't this arousing suspicion?" Murong Jinglan raised her concerns.

"Of course not, one or two will make it to the finals! I will be one, and Murong Fei will be almost one if he is lucky. If there is another one, it will be fine."

Murong Qingcang said unhappily: "There are only four places in the finals, you want to take three, are you sure this is low-key?"

"Uh, that's it." Murong Yin rubbed his nose, "I don't know."

"Anyway, in the end, I must occupy a spot. As for whether I will be the first, it depends on the situation."

The three of them didn't speak for a moment.

Murong Qingcang suddenly thought of a question: "Is Yin'er planning to hide her cultivation?"

Murong Yin nodded and shook his head, Murong Qingcang said in a bluffing voice: "Don't be tricky, just say it!"

"Grandpa, why are you in such a hurry?" Murong Yin said helplessly, "From the current point of view, my strength at the early stage of Golden Core must not be hidden, and those disciples know about it."

"Since those disciples know that I can cultivate, they simply use me as bait, so why not give it a try?"

"No!" The old man refused straight away, and asked him to use his granddaughter as bait, but he would not do it!
"Oh, grandpa! My cultivation has been exposed long ago. Once someone among those disciples has an idea, I can't hide it at all. You don't need the ready-made bait, and you want to expose more?"

"Besides, my real strength is more than that, grandpa can rest assured! If Zhu's family releases Gu worms, I have Meng Yuan by my side, so I won't be afraid at all!"

"I have a lot of life-saving things, even if someone comes to find fault, I am not the only one beside me, there is also Black Wing!"

In the end, the old man finally agreed, and if he didn't agree, he felt that his ears were going to get callused.

Murong Yin returned to the Haitang courtyard contentedly, and asked Hei Yi to guard the courtyard, if there is any intruder, he will be killed without mercy!

A few days later, news of Murongyin's training spread to every corner of Nanyou Country.

It caused a strong sensation for a while!

In the imperial palace, the Zhu family, the Li family and others sent people to visit one after another, euphemistically saying that Murong Yin can finally practice and congratulate her.

These were all blocked back by Murong Qingcang without a trace, and secretly sent secret guards to detain those disciples who revealed that Murong Yin could practice.

At night, wave after wave of assassinations raided the Haitang courtyard.

Holding the black iron fan in Murongyin's hand, one kills one, two kills one pair, and then sends these killers back intact.

It was placed in front of each head of the family, and a banner was attached, and a letter was written: But that's all!

The heads of the various families were either furious, the desks were clattering, or they were secretly using conspiracy and tricks.

The only thing that remains the same is that more people come to assassinate, and their cultivation level has also increased.

Murongyin used this to find a breakthrough point in her cultivation.

When her spiritual energy was full, she was just a little bit close to breaking through.

After the three rounds of assassinations were over, Nanyou Country seemed to calm down, but Murong Yin hadn't broken through yet.

She was very depressed, sitting on the ground boringly holding the black iron fan and poking around.

Xuan Tie Fan: I am a weapon!Not a shovel!Don't use it for shoveling, thanks!

There were assassins lying around, Murongyin turned a blind eye, and was about to ask Heiyi to fight her, when Yun Yi, who had disappeared for more than ten days, appeared.

"You're here, sit down wherever you want!" Murong Yin wrinkled her nose and said sadly.

"Yin'er is worried about breaking through things?" Yun Yi didn't mind being dirty, and sat next to Murong Yin with his clothes lifted, and asked warmly.

"Yeah!" Murong Yin frowned, feeling a little irritable, "I already felt that I was about to break through, but I fought so many fights, it was useless!"

The warm palm gently landed on the top of her hair, causing her to look at him.

"Don't be anxious, Yin'er. If you don't make a breakthrough in your cultivation, it's just that the timing is not enough. You must not be too impatient in your cultivation, otherwise you will lose more than you gain if you go crazy."

What Yun Yi said was very gentle and serious, and slowly, it calmed down her slightly restless heart.

She understands the truth, she is just a little depressed.

She doesn't care if her cultivation doesn't break through for the time being, let everything take its course.

Looking at the man beside him, his eyes accidentally bumped into those purple pupils.

The moonlight is cold, but it can't hold back the warmth in his eyes at this moment.

The gentle eyes were woven into a net, constantly attracting her step by step.

The bright little face approached little by little, surprise flashed in the purple eyes, and a conniving smile filled the eyes.

The white fingertips were slightly cool, and they fell under the eyes full of stars, and they wanted to touch them, but they retracted.

The voice murmured: "Your eyes are so beautiful! How can there be such beautiful eyes in the world! You want someone to take care of you if you are so beautiful, heh~"

Murongyin didn't notice his abnormality at all, Yun Yi embraced the person who took the initiative to approach him, his purple eyes were faint, deep and impenetrable.

On the top of Yunshan Mountain, there is a woman in a black dress. The dark pattern of big manjusawa on the skirt is like a soul-stirring chain, and the manjusawa blooms at the end of the eyes, dangerous and charming.

A little baby-fat face was staring blankly at the young man in the corner who was glaring defensively at her.

A pair of magnificent purple eyes are full of murderous intent, and the whole body is bursting with spiritual energy, ready to guard against the woman rushing towards him at any time.

"Your eyes are so beautiful! How can there be such beautiful eyes in the world! They are so beautiful that they want someone to take care of them, heh~"

The purple eyes froze for a moment, and then stared at her more fiercely: "Are you going to goug my eyes? Tell you, there is no door! Those who want to do this will be killed by me! If you don't want to die, just leave me alone!"

The woman froze in place, and hurriedly explained: "I won't goug your eyes, I, I just want to touch you, I don't mean any harm!"

Seeing the young man remained unmoved, the woman could only pursed her lips regretfully, and put down her hands, her glazed black pupils were full of regret: "Well then, I won't pass, can you tell me your name?"

After a long time without getting an answer, the woman turned around in frustration: "Then I'm leaving, sorry."

On the battlefield full of cruelty, a woman in black robe burned her body with a curse, sacrificed her soul and suppressed the rebels in Shen Yuan with another woman.

This was the second and last time the teenager saw her.
After tens of thousands of years, when he heard the same words again, Yun Yi didn't know how to describe his mood at this time.

boo~
(End of this chapter)