Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Plan Begins

Murong Lin sat in the sedan chair and slowly returned to his mansion.

After Mr. Bai brought lunch for him, he went to rest, and then Murong Lin kept practicing in his room.

Although his current four-fold strength in the Wanxiang Realm is considered to be a good achievement among the younger generation of Yan Guo’s contemporary generation, it is still too slow. After all, in the “South Vietnam World Tournament” less than half a year later, Wanxiangjing was only a cannon fodder.

Among the nations of the South Vietnam, the pride of heaven is unknown. Thousands of genius evildoers gathered together to fight together. Which one of the winners did not step on the corpses of other Tianjiao?

And Murong Lin has a hunch that in this “South Vietnam World Tournament”, he will definitely meet the protagonist, and there will never be more than one!

Therefore, he must improve his strength as soon as possible and prepare for the future.

I saw Murong Lin slowly vomiting black spiritual power, running the “Wusheng Dafa” to temper the veins of his body. At the same time, “No birth, no form, no evil” was also changing in his body.

This spirit soul was originally without a body, and it could be ever-changing. At this moment, it is also constantly changing in its own body, and there is no existence of the same breath time.

After practicing, I forgot the time without knowing it.

After Murong Lin had run his spiritual power for hundreds of cycles, the blood-hong gu in the blood-hong-gu point moved slightly. It flew out of the blood-hong-gu point, flapping its thin wings, and the blood was not obvious. It actually followed Murong. Lin’s strength breakthrough reached the realm of everything.

“Huh?” Murong Lin frowned slightly.

“Come in.” He said, as soon as the voice came out of his throat, he was forced into a line by spiritual power. It did not spread outward at all, but floated outside the house along a route.

Force the sound into a line!

This thread reached the ears of a figure a hundred meters away, and turned into a voice, shocking that man’s face slightly changed.

I saw that figure quickly turned over a few walls and eaves, walked on top, and after avoiding a few figures on patrol, came to Murong Lin’s house.

She was wrapped in a black night gown, her face was covered with a black veil, she couldn’t see her face, but a trace of blood flashed in her eyes from time to time, which was difficult to suppress.

She stretched out her hand, slowly opened the door of Murong Lin’s room, walked in, and then quickly covered it, without making a sound.

“Why are you here?” Murong Lin adjusted his breathing, retracted his spiritual power into his body, stood up and asked towards the figure.

The figure took off the veil on his face, and his face calmly said: “I’ll see you.”

Her voice was cold and crisp, just like Meng’er.

Murong Lin arranged for Ru Meng’er to improve her strength in the Blood Spirit Society.

“You don’t want to improve your strength, what are you doing here?” Murong Lin came to him and looked down at her condescendingly.

Ru Meng’er’s face was reddened, and her voice stammered: “Well, I have reached the bottleneck and can’t break through to the Creation Realm, so I come to you to take a look.”

The Crystal Transformation Realm is the last realm of the Secret Realm of Flesh Fetus, and the Creation Realm Realm is the first realm of the Secret Realm of Good Fortune. The bottleneck between the two is not only a big realm, but also the huge difficulty of the two secret realms.

So there is nothing like Rumeng’er being trapped here.

“Don’t worry, you can practice slowly according to the spiritual skills and resources I gave you.” Murong Lin said indifferently.

“Well, do you have anything to do for me?” Ru Meng’er looked at Murong Lin.

A faint color flashed through Murong Lin’s eyes, and said, “No, you can be straightforward. What’s the matter with me?”

“Okay, then I’ll just say it straight. What do you plan to do with what you promised me? It’s been a month since you went to Zhennan town to suppress the beast tide. Brought to me, it’s almost August now!” Ru Meng’er said all these words quickly, looking at Murong Lin with confusion and anxiety.

A trace of clarity flashed across Murong Lin’s face, but his heart was thinking for a while.

He took a step forward and hugged Ru Meng’er, the two bodies tightly hugging each other.

“Huh? What are you doing!” Ru Meng’er was startled, but didn’t push Murong Lin away.

Murong Lin did not speak, but mobilized the spiritual power in his body. Under the influence of “no existence, no form, no evil,” a ray of black spiritual power floated out of his palm, floating in an invisible angle like Meng’er. Into her body.

I saw that Ru Meng’er’s red eyes gradually became clear because of too much murder and too fast practice, and her bright and bright eyes came back, and they became clearer.

And that strand of black spiritual power slowly merged into Ru Meng’er’s body, disappeared, and began to change Ru Meng’er subtly.

Ru Meng’er, whose strength is two levels different from Murong Lin’s realm, naturally couldn’t notice it. She just felt a gentle force entering her body, and she felt a lot more relaxed and comfortable.

“Don’t move, you have absorbed too much human blood recently and accumulated some toxins in your body. I will help you get rid of it so that you can relax.” Murong Lin said softly.

Ru Meng’er nodded, then buried her head on Murong Lin’s chest, closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

“By the way, what did you arrange for someone to go to the ruins recently? Is there anything else over there?” Ru Meng’er said suddenly.

Murong Lin’s face was stagnant, and then he concealed the fierce expression in his eyes well, and leaned on Ru Meng’er’s shoulder to face her face to him, and said: “There I arranged a trap to kill some people, you Don’t worry, if you kill those people, I will kill Murong Tong to avenge you.”

Ru Meng’er’s face bloomed instantly, and she smiled: “Ah! Okay, I will go down and prepare now.”

Murong Lin nodded, let go of her shoulders, and watched her figure fling out of the house, and soon disappeared.

Then, his face gradually became difficult to look.

“Damn, Laozi kindly helps you, you actually want to swallow my forces?” Murong Lin murmured.

As the president of the Blood Spirit Society, the instructions he gave must ensure absolute secrecy, but she didn’t expect Ru Meng’er to know his plan a day later, and also knew the direction of action of a large number of his people.

Obviously, Ru Meng’er is not only using his forces for cultivation, but also secretly winning over a group of people, and is preparing to start a small group! This one is a prelude to splitting and rebellion!

Murong Lin said nervously, “If it weren’t for your blood, who would help you, I hope you don’t do stupid things!”

As he said, his face became more gloomy: “It seems that the Blood Spirit Society can’t ask for it.”

Turning to the desk, Murong Lin wrote a letter with pen and ink. After finishing writing, he folded the letter, walked to the bed and blew a whistle, and saw a shadow popping out of the palace, a snow-white albatross bird flying. Come out, come to Murong Lin’s window and look at him with his head tilted.

Murong Lin touched its head, gave it a bite, then put the letter in the letterbox at its feet, patted it, and signaled that it could fly away to complete the task.

The albatross bird nodded, got up and flew into the sky, this speed may not be able to catch up even in the Crystal Realm.

I saw it flew quickly outside the mansion, outside the capital, and disappeared.

At the same time, a person in the letter mansion saw the albatross bird flying out of the room of the three princes, and hurriedly used the kilometer sound transmission stone to transmit the sound to another person, and said quickly: “Quick! Stop the albatross. Bird, get information about it!”

“Yes.”

The sound transmission stone shattered in an instant. This thing could only hold the sound transmission function for three seconds, and it had to be within a range of 3,000 meters, so that only the spies of large families and powerful forces were willing to use it for contact.

The figure in the letter mansion cut off the detection of the divine sense, stood in place and looked at Murong Lin’s mansion, and laughed: “Heh, the third prince, you finally showed your feet. The blood spirit will be, this is a great credit! Hey! Hey-hey!”*