Pagoda Immortality

"Let's talk about it. Why don't you give me the blood essence and magic formula? After I get the treasure, I will share 40% with you. This is much more than the 20% promised by Mr. He. What do you think?" Lu Li said with a smile.

"Senior is joking, this is absolutely impossible. Not to mention whether the junior can trust the senior, even the ancestral rules do not allow the junior to do this. Our ancestors of the Murong family have said that the secrets cannot be passed on to anyone other than the head of the family, let alone Don't talk about outsiders..." Mu Huan said with a troubled expression.

In fact, this kind of rule is not that important now.

Mu Huan's real thought was that Lu Li and the two might not be able to open the secret room this time.

If the magic formula is controlled by Lu Li, then the treasure of Hidden Sword Mountain may really have nothing to do with his Murong family.

"You really don't want to think about it? There is no regret medicine in this world?" Lu Li said with a half-smile.

"Senior, forgive me. I would rather take only 20% than go against the ancestor's decision." Mu Huan insisted.

"Okay, since Master Mu said so, I won't say anything more. Master Mu, please come back. Just come and call me when you leave..." Seeing this situation, Lu Li didn't say anything more.

He Qian didn't seem to be a good person either. He was probably planning something secretly. Lu Li didn't want to make things clear before things became clear.

If Mu Huan leaked the news, it would be troublesome.

Seeing that Lu Li no longer asked for the magic formula, Mu Huan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, said goodbye and left.

Lu Li waved his hand, and a row of fist-sized 'black stones' flew out in an instant and were distributed in every corner of the room. He then formed a magic spell and pointed it at a certain point in the void.

With a flash of inspiration, the whole room suddenly became filled with mist.

When Lu Li saw this, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, lay down on the bed, entered the Temple of Time, and began to practice hard.

This fog is called the Cloud and Mist Tracing Formation. Although it is only a fourth-level formation, it still has a certain impact on the monks at the level of god transformation. If there is an emergency, it can delay Lu Li for at least ten breaths.

Don't underestimate these ten breaths, it is enough to save or kill the old monster.

the other side.

In He Qian's room, He Qian was sipping tea leisurely, and his eldest disciple Gu Chengqian was sitting next to him, looking hesitant to speak.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say." He Qian slowly put down the tea cup, glanced at Gu Chengqian, and said coldly.

"Disciple, I don't understand. The treasure is right in front of me. Why should master take advantage of an outsider?" Gu Chengqian said quickly.

"Hmph! What do you know? Do you really think that the treasure is just gold lying on the ground, waiting for me to get it?"

"That..."

"I might as well tell you that Hidden Sword Mountain is not as simple as I thought. Besides, as an elder of the Taiyuan Sect, if I take action and be recognized by the Zhong family, it will definitely make the Sihai Sect and our Taiyuan Sect at odds. .

And with this person named Lu, things will be much easier to handle. Not only can I save a lot of effort, but at critical moments, he may also be my shield. Now you understand. "He Qian said with some hatred that iron cannot become steel.

Hearing this, Gu Chengqian's eyes suddenly lit up: "Master is still smart! However, giving away 30% of the treasure just like this is a bit too much..."

"Ha! Thirty percent? Then he has to live to take it..."

"..."

The night is already deep, and even the bustling night market has become deserted. Except for the impetuous people, everything in Sihai City has returned to tranquility.

However, the senior officials of the Zhong family had no intention of sleeping tonight.

The dazzling white moonstone illuminated the family hall brightly. Zhong Yunsong walked back and forth in the center of the hall with a straight face and his hands behind his back, looking extremely irritable.

"Second uncle, third uncle, what should we do now? You guys have an idea! This time, no matter what, the murderer of Yu'er must be found and sentenced to death! Otherwise, our Zhong family may have to be intimidated in Sihai City in the future. All lost!" Zhong Yunsong stopped, looked at the two old men opposite, and gritted his teeth.

"If your father were here, he would be able to trace that person easily with his traceability mirror. Unfortunately...he is still in retreat at Sihaimen. Even if he rushes to Sihaimen now, it will be too late." Great Elder Zhong Chang Bin said helplessly.

"Origin mirror!"

Hearing this, the second elder Zhong Changwu couldn't help but his expression changed: "I remember that the Lord of the City seems to have a traceability mirror. How about... let's borrow it from him?"

"really!"

Zhong Yunsong looked happy when he heard this: "Then what are you waiting for? Third uncle, please hurry up and go to the city lord's mansion. The traceability mirror only lasts for twelve hours. If it's too late, there's probably nothing you can do."

"Fine, I'll give it a try, but this etiquette..."

"Third uncle, please be patient first. Then you can withdraw one million middle-grade spiritual stones from the family warehouse."

"good."

Zhong Changwu didn't waste any time and immediately left the Zhong family and headed towards the city lord's palace.

Near dawn, several masters of the Zhong family appeared again in the room where Lu Li lived in Ziyun Tower and searched carefully everywhere. But soon, Zhong Changwu led a few people back to the main hall of the Zhong family with an ugly expression.

Seeing Zhong Changwu coming back, Zhong Yunsong and others looked happy. Zhong Yunsong stood up from his chair and asked eagerly: "Uncle Third, how are you?!"

"It's useless. That guy was too cautious. He didn't even leave a hair behind. The traceability mirror couldn't capture the breath he left behind." Zhong Changwu's chest heaved, obviously very angry.

He spent a million middle-grade spiritual stones and frankly said that he owed the other party a favor to borrow the traceability mirror, but he did not expect this to be the result.

"How is that possible! Third Grandpa, it's only been a few hours. The tea cup he drank from and the quilt he slept on, no matter how hard it is, there will still be some energy left, right?" Zhong Qing, whose son had died, stood up angrily.

"Well...I may know some reasons."

At this moment, the young woman in the middle seat on the right suddenly twitched the corner of her mouth and stood up shrunken.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the woman. Zhong Yunsong frowned: "Afu, what's going on?"

Zhong Qingfu glanced around and said: "I...I forgot to tell you that when I led people to search today, I found...I found that the guy had emptied the entire room, including the table and bed. Take them all away..."

"What!!!"

Hearing this, everyone who had no idea why was suddenly shocked and angry.

Zhong Yunsong sat back on the chair and roared angrily: "Asshole! Asshole! It must be, it must be this bastard who killed Xiao Yu, otherwise, how could he be so cautious...!"

After saying that, he looked at Zhong Qingfu angrily:

"And you! Since you know that he emptied it, why didn't you tell him earlier! It cost our Zhong family millions of middle-grade spiritual stones in vain! You, are you like your brother, who had your head caught in the door? Yet!!!"

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