An hour ago.
Yunrao stood in the meeting hall of Shuiyue Sect Danfeng, feeling uneasy. All the formations here were activated, indicating that it was not a trivial matter for the master to call her here. It might be related to the death of the Supreme Elder, so she felt like facing a powerful enemy.
"Yunrao, how many years have you been a member of the sect?"
"Reporting to Master, my disciple has worshiped Danfeng since he entered the sect at the age of five. It has been fifty years now."
"Fifty years, how long has it been? How comfortable have you been practicing in Shuiyue Sect these past years?"
"Disciples have always been cared for and cared for by Master and senior brothers and sisters, so I dare not feel uncomfortable."
Yun Rao felt uneasy. It was impossible for the master to forget such a thing, so he was afraid that he would wake her up by bringing it up.
It's good that she is the master's close disciple, but everyone in the Shuiyue Sect knows that she is the most useless among the first disciples. It is easy to explode the furnace when making alchemy, and the advancement speed is slow. Now she is fifty-five and is still in the late stage of foundation building, unable to reach perfection. . If it were other inner disciples, they would have been laughed at in person.
Fortunately, she has her master to support her. Although her senior brothers and sisters are not close to her, they are not harsh in the end. When the junior brothers and sisters in the sect see her, they have to respectfully call her "little senior sister". If the sect does good things, she can always take the lead. One serving.
How could this be uncomfortable? If she hadn't been lucky enough to join the master's sect, with the speed of her progress, she would have been treated like an ordinary disciple or even an outside disciple.
"Oh, I don't want to feel uncomfortable, that's good." Han Meng half-closed his eyes, as if his mind was not on his disciple, and his light tone echoed in the hall. "You should know that the sect does not support idle people. From the fallen Supreme Elder to the sect master and then to me, they have all made great contributions to the sect to remain invincible. As for you"
Yun Rao's heart tightened, and he quickly expressed his feelings: "This disciple is willing to devote himself to the sect and die!"
"Okay, very good." Han Meng slowly opened his eyes, with a smile of relief on his face. "Now that the sect is in trouble, we need dedication from our disciples. You are my close disciple, and you should set an example."
"Yes! Master, no matter what you ask, the disciple will definitely do it!"
Yun Rao raised his eyes to look at Han Meng, and saw the profound meaning behind her pleased face, and felt more uneasy than before. She accidentally peeped into Master's secret recently. Could it be that? No, no, Master treated her very well and he would never harm her!
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"Don't worry, fellow Taoists, this island has very little spiritual energy and few people are willing to settle here. It's just the right place for us to talk about business."
Yun Rao walked in front with a smile on his face. In order to show that he was harmless, he turned his back to the three of them and was completely defenseless.
Zhong Lingge's consciousness glanced around and found that it was indeed an inconspicuous desert island. It had a flat terrain, no spiritual veins and resources, and was overgrown with grass. The entire island could be seen at a glance. Her spiritual sense was not alert, so it was very likely that there was no high-level monk ambushing her here.
However, her guard against Yun Rao did not decrease at all, but she did not show it on her face. She pretended to be eager and curious: "Fellow Daoist Yun, since we are safe, please tell us what kind of legacy house it is, whether it is easy to enter or not, we It’s better to make plans in advance.”
Yun Rao took out a set of exquisite tables and chairs and set them up. After inviting the three of them to sit down, he sat on one side and made tea while talking about the legacy of the palace.
"I went out to look for medicinal materials a few days ago, and accidentally broke into a maze of islands. I found an ancient cultivator's palace that was unknown to me for many years. Judging from the aura of the formation, it should be the place where the Nascent Soul cultivator rested. I originally wanted to go back to the sect and find someone to accompany me, but the sect has undergone a well-known change recently. The inner and outer gates are in chaos, and the trust between each other is not as good as that of strangers."
Yun Rao shook her head sadly, with a rather regretful look on her face. She paused for a few breaths, and then her tone changed again.
"I happened to see three fellow Taoists at the southwest border. Thinking of all the deeds I have heard over the years, I thought that if I could team up with you, I would not have to worry about any disputes before and after."
"Why not? Aren't you afraid that the three of us will kill people and seize the treasure?"
Zhong Lingge felt that this excuse was too far-fetched. It was not like the clan disciples would not rebel and kill people, so her innocent trust was too fake.
Yun Rao smiled honestly and shook his head sincerely.
"Don't be afraid. You have a master who is in the God Transformation stage. Fellow Daoist Lan is also a sword cultivator from Jiuxiao. This fellow Daoist Hu is also an upright person. I'm not worried at all! If I had any doubts, I wouldn't say it so bluntly. White."
As she spoke, she poured three cups of hot tea and pushed them in front of the three of them one by one. She picked up one of the cups and drank it in one gulp, with a cheerful look on her face.
"This is the restorative tea that my master gave me. If you don't mind it, you three can try it. If you think it tastes good, just tell me. I still have some here that you can share with fellow Taoists as a token of sincerity."
The hot steam of Lingcha exudes an aura of high quality. It is indeed a mind-resting tea made of excellent materials. It is probably rare to see on the market.
only--
Zhong Lingge looked into the cup, and his consciousness caught impurities in the seemingly clear tea that were not spiritual herbs.
Such minute details as dust are rarely noticed by people, but she specializes in ancient alchemy, and is most concerned about the essence and impurities of each medicinal material and spiritual object, because the slightest discrepancy will affect her ability to achieve the golden elixir. So it's impossible to miss.
She can identify the medicinal materials inside a pill, and she can also identify the heavenly materials and earthly treasures used in the spiritual tea and spirit wine. As long as she recognizes them clearly, there is something wrong with the extra things inside.
Thinking that both Zhenjun Fangqi and Jin Yanlie had been poisoned by Huanshen Powder, she became even more certain that these cups of spiritual tea were poisoned with some kind of poison.
"There's no need to drink tea." Zhong Lingge pushed the tea cup forward and looked at Yun Rao with no smile in his eyes. "You said you are the disciple of the leader of the Shuiyue Sect, so she is the one who gave you the poison and instructed you to harm us?"
Lan Siyue and Hu Jiufei stood up and surrounded Yun Rao on the left and right, their fighting spirit on the verge of breaking out.
Yun Rao's face turned pale, his eyes were flustered for a moment, and he managed to regain his composure: "Friend Zhong Dao, where did you start talking about this? I invited you kindly and took out the good tea given by Master. It was really out of trust for you. I didn't expect that You would wrong me like this!"
"Well, you can drink these cups of tea by yourself. Anyway, you have to prove your sincerity, so why don't you want these cups of good tea?" Zhong Lingge hung three cups of steaming tea in front of her, feeling that she would be hard-pressed if she didn't drink it. The threat was poured down.
Yun Rao was indeed panicked.
"Forget it if you don't believe it! Why insult me! After all, I am also the leader of Shuiyue Sect. In terms of status, I am no worse than you. In terms of strength, I am still in the late stage of foundation building! If you don't like the treasures of the legacy palace, don't go. I’ll find another teammate myself!”
"Is this urgent?"
Zhong Lingge curled his lips, and the consciousness that controlled the tea cup became stronger, and he pushed up a cup and poured it into her mouth.
"You have to drink today, and you have to drink even if you don't. You are allowed to plot against us. If you don't succeed, you will get angry and want to run away. How can it be so cheap?"
Three cups of hot tea were thrown at Yunrao, and almost half of them successfully entered her mouth.
Zhong Lingge watched helplessly as her expression changed from anger to fear, and then she screamed desperately.
(End of chapter)
