A seal of immortality

Chapter 472 Undercurrent
After sending Murong Bing away, Wang Changsheng took out the talisman-making tool and drew the talisman seal.

After returning to the Song Dynasty, Wang Changsheng didn't know when he would return to Xingchenhai. He planned to draw a batch of intermediate talisman seals and sell more spirit stones.

If he went back to the Song Dynasty, if Wang Changsheng wanted to earn spirit stones, he would probably have to sell talisman seals, but the amount of talisman seals sold was too large, and it was easy to attract the attention of others.

There are many merchants in Xingchenhai. There are seven to eight hundred shops in Taiqing City, and there are hundreds of shops that buy talisman seals. Wang Changsheng can quickly sell the talisman seals in his hand , Even if it attracts the attention of those who care about him, revealing his identity as a disciple of the Taiqing Palace, I believe no one would dare to do anything to him on Taiqing Island.

Wang Changsheng dipped a little bit of cinnabar with the magic pen, picked up the pen and dropped it...
Half a month later, a white light flew from a distance, stopping the sky above Taiqing Island.

A white light flashed, revealing Murong Bing's figure.

Murong Bing made a tactic with one hand, and the silver long sword under her feet trembled slightly, carrying her quickly to the southwest of Taiqing Island.

Not long after, Murong Bing landed on the top of a mountain surrounded by clouds and mist.

She took out a sound transmission talisman and said a few words in a low voice. Before she could throw it out, the thick fog in front of her rolled and surged, and two men came out of it.

A man looked to be in his 30s, wearing a blue Confucian shirt, with a bookish face. Beside him was a one-armed man in white. The one-armed man was Yang Qian.

"Hey, Senior Sister Murong, are you here to see me?" Yang Qian asked happily when he saw Murong Bing appear at the door of his cave.

Hearing this, Murong Bing snorted softly, and said in a cold voice, "Tell me, are you paying to kill Wang Changsheng?"

After finishing speaking, the silver long sword trembled slightly, and a bone-piercing chill rolled out immediately.

"What are you buying? Senior Sister Murong, have you misunderstood?" Yang Qian said with a smirk as panic flashed in his eyes.

"Misunderstanding? Junior Brother Wang told me himself that you tricked him into going to Zisang Island, and then he was besieged by five people. How dare you say that this matter has nothing to do with you?" Murong Bing said angrily.

"I haven't been to Zisang Island recently, and I've been on Taiqing Island all the time. Brother Chen can testify for me," Yang Qian said with an innocent face, shaking his head.

"That's right! Junior sister, have you misunderstood? Junior brother Yang has been with me recently, and I can testify for him," the middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded.

"Hmph, what I'm talking about is seven years ago, not now, you have the guts to do something like colluding with outsiders to murder your fellow sect, why don't you have the guts to admit it?" Murong Bing snorted softly, and said with a look of disdain.

"Senior Sister Murong, you believe me, I really haven't done it, I have some misunderstandings with Junior Brother Wang, but it is impossible for me to collude with outsiders to murder Junior Brother Wang, the master has always taught me to live in harmony with fellow apprentices, love each other, My brother has always kept the master's instructions in mind, how could it be possible to collude with outsiders to murder the same sect?" Yang Qian said seriously, worried that Murong Bing would not believe it, and moved out the head of the sect, Mo Wentian.

"Hmph, I hope so. If you let me find out that this is really what you did, I will never let you go." After Murong Bing said a harsh word, he jumped on the silver long sword, turned into a white light and flew towards the sky .

"Sigh, Senior Sister Murong must have misunderstood, how could I buy murder to murder my fellow disciple!" Yang Qian sighed and said hypocritically.

"Junior brother Yang, I believe you, this junior sister Murong must have misunderstood, if you need to testify, you can come to me," the middle-aged Confucian scholar assured, patted his chest.

"Then thank you Senior Brother Chen," Yang Qian nodded his thanks.

After chatting with Yang Qian for a few words, the middle-aged Confucian scholar took his leave and left.

As soon as the middle-aged Confucian scholar left, the smile on Yang Qian's face disappeared, and his face was livid.

After Yang Qian's face became uncertain, his sleeves flicked, and a red long sword flashed out, floating in front of him.

After he jumped up, he made a tactic with one hand, and the red long sword flew him into the distance.

Not long after, the red long sword landed in the Hall of Deacons.

Yang Qian put away the red long sword, raised his foot and walked in. Not long after, he came out from inside.

"Bixia Island? Wang Changsheng, this time I want you to die without a place to bury you," Yang Qian muttered to himself.

Afterwards, his imperial weapon flew towards the teleportation hall.

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Biyun Island, Yunwu Pavilion.

"What? Is this person in Bixia Island in the Taiqing Sea?" the middle-aged woman looked at the dark-faced fat man in front of her and frowned.

"Well, the information is absolutely true. This time, you Impermanent Alliance won't let me down!" The black-faced fat man nodded and said flatly.

"Bixia Island is the territory of the Taiqing Palace. If the Taiqing Palace finds out that our Wuchangmeng did it by running to the territory of the Taiqing Palace to kill the disciples of the Taiqing Palace, then..." The middle-aged woman looked a little Hesitating, he said hesitantly.

"Add another 5000 yuan of spirit stones. If you don't agree, you can get a full refund! I'll go to another house, hmph, I haven't succeeded in killing a foundation-building cultivator for almost ten years. The Wuchang League feels ashamed, you Wuchang League still claim to be the number one killer organization in Xingchenhai," the black-faced fat man snorted and sneered.

The middle-aged woman looked a little displeased when she heard the words, but she didn't refute. After all, what the other party said was the truth.

"There is no need to add five thousand spirit stones, we will definitely kill this man in the Wuchang League," a thick male voice sounded.

As soon as the words fell, the door opened with a "bang", and a middle-aged man in a golden robe walked in.

The middle-aged man has an ordinary face, and he has an aura of calmness and prestige.

"Greetings to Section Master Zhou," the middle-aged woman saw the middle-aged man, her complexion changed, she hurriedly stood up, bowed and saluted, with a very respectful expression.

"Junior didn't mean to offend Guimeng just now, and I hope senior won't blame me," the black-faced fat man changed his expression, stood up hastily, and explained.

"You're not wrong, what's the offense? Our Impermanence League claims to be the number one killer organization in the Star Sea. We haven't succeeded in killing a foundation cultivator for almost ten years. I feel ashamed as the hall master, let alone you. Yes," the middle-aged man said lightly, and after finishing speaking, he casually glanced at the middle-aged woman.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman hurriedly lowered her head, a thin layer of sweat oozed from her forehead.

"This time, there is a senior in charge of this matter, and it will definitely be successful," the black-faced fat man complimented.

"Well, you can go back and wait for the news. We will send people to the Taiqing Sea immediately, and we will help you get rid of this person," the middle-aged man ordered.

"Junior, obey," the black-faced fat man replied, and retreated respectfully.

"Master Zhou, please forgive me. I have sent a large number of people to find this person, but since the beast tide a few years ago, there has been no trace of this person, so I have not succeeded," the middle-aged woman waited for the dark-faced fat man. As soon as he left, he knelt down with a plop, and opened his mouth to defend.

"I don't want to listen to the explanation. You should be clear. The Wuchang League only looks at the result, not the process. I will give you one last chance. If you miss again, you should know the consequences," the middle-aged man said lightly.

"Xiaozhi understands that this time I will go together. If this person escapes again, I will come to see you," the middle-aged woman said firmly.

"Well, let's do it!" The middle-aged man nodded and ordered.

The middle-aged woman responded, got up and walked out.

(End of this chapter)