Huhu~
The turbulent air currents beat into the void like waves, and there was deathly silence inside and outside Blue Mountain City.
Lin Baimei stood in the sky holding a knife, looking at the scene in front of her, feeling confused in her heart.
died......
He has been entangled with him for many days, and he has not been able to gain the upper hand in several battles, and he has not even been able to force out his true methods.
He died so easily in front of his eyes.
The permeating smell of blood made Lin Baimei dazed for a moment, so much so that when she heard the sounds coming from the city, she was unable to respond immediately.
"Pingbolou Lin Baimei, I have met your Excellency..."
After being in a daze for a moment, Lin Baimei looked at the short-haired Taoist priest in the city, and her tone suddenly changed: "You, you are..."
At first glance, the appearance of that person is ordinary. Under the gray clothes, the body is even a little thin, and the facial features are not exquisite, but there are still no eyes.
No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to be a master who could easily kill the sword-wielding enemy.
While Lin Baimei looked at An Qisheng, the latter was also looking at him.
This middle-aged sword-wielding man had a tall and muscular physique, a resolute face, and an aura as thick as a mountain. His cultivation was not weaker than that of the swordsman who died in his hands.
And his physique is far superior.
"Lin Baimei!" Gong Yangyan couldn't help gritting his teeth when he saw the person coming.
Although he had guessed that the destruction of the Hunyi Sect had nothing to do with Pingbo Tower, but if the old sect leader had not been seriously injured by this person, how could he have been wiped out so easily?
He wanted to question, but An Qisheng waved his hand to stop him, looked at Lin Baimei, and said calmly:
"Hongxuan."
There was a message surging in his heart.
This person's name is Lin Baimei, the direct disciple of the current sect master of Pingbo Tower. He has cultivated the magical power of Dragon Elephant Prajna and condensed the Dragon Elephant Golden Pill.
My predecessor's teacher, an old master of a sect, was injured in his hands. My predecessor went into the mountains to find medicine, and that's why he died.
"Hongxuan..."
Lin Baimei chewed on the name and finally had some impression in her mind.
This scene made An Qisheng shake his head in his heart.
Practitioners have always had excellent memories, and Lin Baimei must be the best among them. He had to think a lot before he could recognize the person in front of him, which naturally meant that he had never cared about his predecessor before.
Zheng~
The long sword returns to its sheath.
Lin Baimei fell from the sky, and first raised her hands towards the old scholar named Lin: "Old Lin, long time no see."
"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Lin."
The old scholar surnamed Lin smiled slightly, glanced at An Qisheng, and then said: "Old man Lin Wei, fellow Daoist Hongxuan is hiding very deep."
After witnessing that magical power, how could he not know that he had been mistaken before?
And there was still suspicion in my heart, doubting the sky-reaching purple energy that I had first glimpsed...
"Tibetan?"
An Qisheng just shook his head, but had no intention of explaining. He casually took out an ingot of purple gold and threw it to Qiao Qier, who was holding a big donkey in a daze in the distance:
"Many houses in the city have collapsed. Take this ingot of purple gold and pay it to others on my behalf."
"Huh? Yes, yes."
Qiao Qier was immersed in a huge shock and couldn't extricate himself. After hearing this, he woke up as if from a dream, hurriedly picked up the purple gold and left.
"Master..."
Gong Yangyan's throat squirmed, and he turned to leave, but he was afraid that he would be unable to hold back and ruin the door owner's affairs.
Lin Baimei lowered his head, obviously having something to say.
The sect master didn't take action, so he obviously had something to say. Thinking of the sword cultivator, he also had a guess in his mind.
"compensation......"
Lin Baimei glanced at An Qisheng and said nothing.
Lin Tao, however, had a better impression of An Qisheng and couldn't help stroking his beard: "Fellow Daoist Hong is serious."
"Your Excellency seems to have something to say. It just so happens that I also have something to talk to you about."
Glancing at Lin Baimei, who looked indifferent, An Qisheng waved his hand and walked towards the restaurant at the end of the street.
He mobilized the power of the earth to take action. Even if he had some reservations, it would cause considerable turmoil in Blue Mountain City.
Not to mention the outer city, there were also many houses in the inner city that collapsed. Although Lin Tao came to protect them, it was inevitable that there would be some chaos.
In fact, when the three of them stopped here, the huge inner city was completely silent. Many of them who were close to each other were hiding in corners, not daring to come out.
Lin Baimei and Lin Baimei looked at each other and followed without saying a word.
...
The chaos in Blue Mountain City did not last long.
On the second day of the war, the disciples from Pingbo Tower had arrived in a hurry, and before Lin Baimei left, they had rebuilt the houses and streets destroyed by the aftermath.
However, the vast majority of people are still in shock, and many wealthy people in the inner city have begun to sell their properties and prepare to move out of Blue Mountain City.
By the window of the tallest restaurant in Lanshui City, An Qisheng looked out the window, and Lin Baimei left through the air, disappearing for a few moments.
"I heard that Lin Baimei once hurt my master. I thought you were trying to bring bad luck to him, so you let him go like this, but it ended up causing me an accident."
Lin Tao, who had changed into a green shirt, held the wine glass in one hand and looked at An Qisheng with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
"It is indeed the Confucian royal way, but it is different from what I once knew."
An Qisheng couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this.
The old scholar had a very pleasant conversation with Lin Baimei before, so he turned around and asked why he didn't take action. It was too true.
"I've always been this way as a Confucian. How have I ever changed? As you know, I'm just a corrupt Confucian."
Lin Tao frowned, but couldn't help but ask: "Back then, a disciple asked Master what to do if you meet an enemy. What do you think Master said?"
An Qisheng poured himself a drink: "I would like to hear the details."
"Master said..."
Lin Tao's expression became solemn: "We share the world with you!"
"He's also a sweetheart."
An Qisheng smiled dumbly.
The meaning is simple and clear: never live under the same sky with your enemies!
Being able to say such things shows that the Confucian master is also a man of strong temperament.
"Fellow Daoist Hong hasn't said why yet?"
Lin Tao drank a glass of wine and slowly exhaled: "There are not many people in Pingbo Tower that I can look past."
"If I don't seek bad luck for him, others will naturally seek bad luck for him."
An Qisheng put down his wine glass and gestured out the window.
Not far away from the eaves of the restaurant, Gong Yangyan stared at the direction Lin Baimei left, unwilling to look away for a long time.
Lin Tao glanced at the little old man squatting on the eaves of the restaurant, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Don't say that his time is coming. Even if it isn't, there is no way he could bring bad luck to Lin Baimei."
Lin Baimei is not considered a genius.
But this depends on who you compare it with.
Compared with the geniuses of Northwest Dao, Youzhou, and even the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, he is naturally a middle-class talent. However, looking at the crowd, he is already the top among tens of millions.
It is possible to have the 'Nine Transformations of Gold' and the soul to leave the body.
"The theory of fate is believable but not entirely trustworthy. With faith, fate can also be changed. Did you know that Gong Yangyan has no possibility of going against his fate?"
An Qisheng tapped the table, and there was a 'click-click' sound: "If Mr. Lin doesn't believe it, you might as well take a gamble."
"What bet?"
Lin Tao's eyes lit up, but he became interested: "You might as well speak up if you are interested in something, fellow Taoist."
"Master's handwriting!"
...
Cold.
dark.
And... unimaginable, horrific pain that penetrates the soul!
"ah!"
Amidst the uncontrollable pain, Wu Fei turned over and sat up in shock, sweating profusely all over his body, and every detail of his body was curling, spasming, and twitching.
The terror of death kept rolling in his heart, causing him to let out a loud howl.
In this cold, empty, inaccessible underground palace, it becomes more and more terrifying.
A long time, a long time later.
The howling sound just subsided.
Tsk~
A ball of flame rose up, illuminating the dusty underground palace.
In the darkness, a thin figure wearing a wide cloak walked out slowly, his cold eyes passed through the shadows, and landed on a mottled altar in the middle of the underground palace:
"Have you howled enough?"
"Well....."
Wu Fei groaned in shock, and knelt down on the altar with his body still swinging, a look of fear appearing on his pale face:
"Door, the master of the gate. If you dirty the ears of the master of the gate, your subordinates will be punished by death. They will be punished by death..."
"There is great terror between life and death. Even if there is a way to replace death, pain will inevitably be avoided."
The cloaked man's tone was calm, without any emotion in it, as cold as stone: "How did things go?"
"Master..."
Holding back the severe pain and fear, Wu Fei lowered his head in shock and said: "Under the guise of Pingbo Loulin Baimei, Qunxingmen Li Qinghou, and Feiyu Pavilion Wang Tianfeng, I destroyed the Hunyi Sect and the Hunyi Sect. More than a dozen small sects..."
Severe pain spread in his soul, but Wu Feijing did not dare to neglect and told everything he had done in the past few days.
But the cloaked man interrupted him: "Long story, short story!"
"......yes."
Wu Feijing's face tightened, he paused, and then he said: "I am cautious, I only used the magical power of the Stars Sect before I died..."
The cloaked man was silent for a moment.
Wu Fei was shocked and silenced himself, holding back the pain and not daring to express his anger.
"I have always made clear rewards and punishments. You did a good job this time."
After a long silence, the cloaked man spoke again: "Today's loss will be compensated by the sect! The things that were sacrificed can also be re-acquired."
"Thank you, Master, for your grace."
Wu Fei was shocked and hurriedly kowtowed in thanks, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the severe pain seemed to have eased a lot.
"The Wanfa Chaozong has arrived, and I will go to the Imperial Capital in the near future. Before that, all matters related to Qunxing Gate, Pingbo Tower, and Tiangang Gate must be handled safely."
Under the cloak, there seemed to be a will-o'-the-wisp burning: "Although the land of Youzhou is on the border, it is also very important to us..."
Wu Fei took a deep breath in shock and grabbed the ground with his head: "This subordinate will definitely die!"
"Um."
The cloaked man nodded and walked back into the shadows.
Wu Fei was shocked and a stone fell to the ground. He was about to get up when he suddenly heard the footsteps stop and an indifferent voice sounded again:
"Who killed you?"
"Go back, go back to the master."
Wu Fei was shocked and showed a look of hatred and resentment: "It's the Hongxuan Taoist from the same sect. He had some adventure. Not only did he condense the elixir, but his magical power is much stronger than that of Lin Baimei!"
"Taoist Hongxuan?"
The cloaked man paused, as if he was thinking or deducing something.
Wu Feijing raised his head cautiously, and saw what seemed to be a demonic mist rolling outside the cloak, and he was deeply in awe.
After a while, he said to himself: "Those who deserve to die rise up despite adversity. Interesting, interesting..."
"Huh?! If you dare to spy on me, you really..."
The words usually stopped abruptly, and the cloaked man suddenly raised his head. Under the cloak, a will-o'-wisp flashed, and the underground palace emitted a shocking roar:
"How brave!"
