There were only five people left in the huge reception hall.
Three Nascent Soul Sovereigns.
Lin Pingzhen, Ning Xia and Xie Shi.
"Then, we are the only ones left now. I have noticed that this little Taoist friend has been hesitant to speak since just now. Is there anything you want to say to me?" Leaving aside the important matters of the sect. , this leader Guo is also a Nascent Soul monk with an upright and peaceful temperament, and is also very friendly to the younger generations.
In fact, he had already heard about Ningxia. Since Lord Lingche told him about Fuyun Island, he naturally couldn't leave Ningxia.
In the eyes of Zhenjun Lingche, Ningxia is a young monk with good conduct who takes good care of his disciples on Floating Cloud Island. In the eyes of Zhenjun Zhaohe, the same is true. He loves the house and the bird. He had a good impression of Ningxia, who had never met before.
Otherwise, Guo Jianfeng, a Nascent Soul Lord, could actually ignore Ningxia. But he still cooperated half-actively and half-passively, staying here to listen to what Ningxia was about to report, whether it was nutritious or not.
The Huyang Sect is a terrifyingly united sect. Perhaps it was because of the accident in the early years that the dead were scattered, and almost all those left behind were die-hard loyalists of the sect, and they had a high degree of loyalty to the Huyang Sect.
There is a relatively harmonious relationship between the senior fellow students and the senior management, and some relationships are quite good. For example, Zhenjun Lingche and Sect Master Guo went on adventures together countless times when they were young. They were half brothers, even closer to him than Lingche's direct junior brother Mingdu.
And Guo Jianfeng has always regarded Xie Shi as his nephew and treated him well. Therefore, it is said that Ningxia took advantage of Xie Shi to attract Zhenjun Zhaohe to cooperate with the inquiry so kindly today, which was a bit more amiable than with Lin Pingzhen.
But he will soon learn that this guy in Ningxia is not only related to his nephew Xie Shi, but will also bring him shocking news.
Ningxia calmed down, and various thoughts came to mind.
Her slightly stiff cheeks when she first met Guo Ni, the silhouettes of Han Yue and Han Yue cuddling against each other under the bonfire, the devastated expression after losing her lover, and the final look of death fixed on her face.
That beautiful girl died, died many years ago, and disappeared into ashes along with her lover not long ago. And the impostor who brought her to this point is still occupying her home, deceiving her family, and will harm her sect one day in the near future.
Ning Xia felt that her father should know the truth the most. Immediately, immediately, without any further delay.
"I wonder if Lord Zhaohe can open the isolation shield again and seal this hall. No one can know about this conversation except those present."
"Oh?" Zhenjun Zhaohe's peaceful smile faded a little. He looked at the solemn look on Ning Xia's eyebrows and his expression became serious.
He and Lingche looked at each other for a while, then nodded and waved slightly. The spiritual power of gaze enveloped the hall, making it even more airtight than before.
"Okay. It seems that the little Taoist friend has a lot of secrets hidden in his heart. This secret seems to be related to our sect. Don't be nervous, little friend, but it doesn't matter. It's... very safe here." The ancestors of this place have set restrictions. Prevent prying eyes of any kind, no matter what.
Ning Xia exhaled softly, as if she wanted to vent out the depression in her chest: "I wonder if Zhenjun Zhaohe still remembers this girl Sizi?"
Lord Showa was slightly shocked. He almost opened his mouth to ask: How did you know?
"Si is located east of Shun's burial, south of the Xiang River. It looks like an ox, with black color and one horn. It is an ancient auspicious beast, as fierce and brave as a tiger. Dad hopes that you can be as strong as this animal and have a healthy and happy life." Ningxia said in a low voice. Copying the brochure, and remembering Guo Ni's fragile and longing eyes when she said these words, she suddenly felt sad and felt sorry for her friend.
But she did not live a healthy and happy life as her father had wished. When a person dies in a foreign land, his soul cannot return, and even his body turns into ashes.
"How did you know? Who told you?!" Zhenjun Zhaohe was actually panicking. Maybe he didn't know why. He only felt that the thick fog that had confused him for many years and the pain that vaguely aroused in some late nights seemed to be about to find the answer.
Ning Xia didn't answer. She continued with great energy: "... Dad, it's such an unpleasant name, and it looks ugly too. When I grow up, can I not be called by this name..."
"...I have to give myself a nicer name, let's call it A Tong. I like red very much..." Tong Guan Youwei said that he admired the beauty.
At that time, the girl excused herself insincerely. In fact, she remembered that Han Yue had made a portrait of her. The vermilion pen barrel and the bright red cinnabar reflected in her heart.
Later, he kept calling her A Tong. I never called him Sizi again. The once well-behaved and shy girl disappeared into the past along with that nickname.
Zhaohe Zhenjun stood up at some point and took a few steps forward. His face turned red and his eyes were bloodshot. The pressure belonging to the Nascent Soul cultivator came overwhelmingly. Ningxia's chest felt tight, her throat felt itchy, and her blood surged.
She instantly saw stars in her eyes, and subconsciously mobilized the spiritual power in her body to resist, but it was a drop in the bucket. The thin spiritual power could not take care of all aspects. Ningxia felt pain everywhere. After a moment, her legs were so weak that she was about to collapse.
Then he was supported by Xie Shi who was struggling to resist, but it could be seen that Lin Pingzhen was also having a hard time holding on. The out-of-control Nascent Soul Lord was far more than the Golden Core cultivator could resist.
"Brother, head, stop!" Someone was shouting, and two completely different spiritual powers came in, seeming to join forces to resist the out-of-control manic spiritual power.
Thank God, there were two sane Nascent Soul Lords standing here, who were able to stop the out-of-control Guo Jianfeng and forced him to calm down. If there were only one person, Guo Jianfeng, and the three low-level monks present, they might suffer irreversible damage.
It seemed like only a while, and the pressure gradually dissipated. Ningxia vaguely felt that the person supporting her seemed to sit down, and then someone sent spiritual energy to him. The coolness made her swollen and painful veins feel much better. But for some reason, Ningxia still felt that the spiritual power in her body was very restless, and it was so painful that she felt like it was trying to break through some barrier.
But she didn't care to think more, and tried to open her eyes to understand the current situation.
Lin Pingzhen was sitting next to her. He was holding her right hand, and gentle spiritual power continued to flow in. On the other side sat Xie Shi, whose arm was also being held by Lin Pingzhen to convey spiritual power. Everyone looked ugly, but they were still awake.
Zhaohe Zhenjun's loss of control was sudden and extremely powerful. If Lin Pingzhen hadn't grabbed the two younger ones in time, they might have fallen into a coma by now.
Fortunately it was okay in the end.
Above, True Lord Lingche and True Lord Mingdu helped Master Guo sit down one by one. Lord Showa seemed to have calmed down, but his expression was terrifyingly ugly.
