As soon as he heard Ying Ming's name, Lu Hanhe tensed up reflexively. The young master was extremely afraid of Ying Ming.
Probably too afraid, Lu Hanhe himself didn't want to mention Ying Ming too much, but he didn't know where to start the topic without mentioning Ying Ming. Until the end, he could only watch Zhao Ning drink from a teacup with one hand and spread the word with the other. Jade slips.
He subconsciously murmured, "It's really similar."
This sentence made Yanran suddenly tense up. She was afraid that Lu Hanhe would recognize who the person in front of her was and expose Zhao Ning's identity. This was actually her original intention when she came with Lu Hanhe on this trip.
Zhao Ning, on the other hand, was calm and did not speak. He just opened the book slightly and lowered his eyes. The intention of asking was very obvious.
Lu Hanhe quickly sat up and said with a smile, "It's just a junior's superficial perception. I feel that Venerable Lin Ying is very similar to my great uncle in terms of behavior and temperament."
He leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to ask something that should not be asked, let alone something that was difficult to say.
"Junior, I would like to ask, I wonder if Venerable Lin Ying is my uncle's disciple...or is he a bloodline?"
The first half of the sentence was surprising, but as soon as the second half was uttered, there was a "pop" sound, and Yanran directly squirted out the tea she had just sipped.
Zhao Ning is Ying Ming's bloodline, this is an insult! Yanran thought, if Zun Qin hadn't died, Zhao Ning would have cut the so-called Ying Ming into thousands of pieces. Why would there be any disciples? Even the theory of bloodline is simply ridiculous.
Zhao Ning was probably shocked by such a question, so he shook the water glass he held in the air, and a drop of water fell from the water glass.
After falling a foot, time suddenly slowed down. He was slightly blocked by the jade slip and flew towards Yanran in an instant. Before Yanran could blurt out "You're talking nonsense", he set up a barrier and forced her words back.
"What did you say?"
Lu Hanhe only saw Yanran's lips moving but did not hear Yanran's words, which was quite strange.
Lu Hanhe didn't think there was anything wrong with his understanding. Ying Ming had been cold-eyed all year round. The two venerables who followed him before had followed him when he was still in Jiukong Temple.
In these seven thousand years, there must be a subtle connection between someone who has been by his side and as his right-hand man.
When Lu Hanhe thought about it, he felt more and more that his disciple or his bloodline was very likely.
Yan Ran had something to say but couldn't say it, and Zhao Ning, who was above her, quietly said, "Why, Young Master Lu has some doubts about the relationship between me and the envoy?"
Lu Hanhe was shocked, "Your Majesty, I misunderstood, it was just a casual gossip."
Bagua came in front of the person involved, and Zhao Ning raised her eyelids to look at him.
Lu Hanhe's heart trembled, and at the same time he said silently, "It looks like it, it looks more like it, it's just like this, his eyebrows are full of murderous intent."
Then, he really saw Zhao Ning's eyes turn cold. That cold feeling made Lu Hanhe feel that Ying Ming was personally present at the scene.
He seemed to read a hint of meaning from Zhao Ning's eyes, "In that case, go and gossip in front of Ying Ming yourself."
At this moment, Lu Hanhe gasped. After practicing for ten thousand years, he was still supported by Jiukongsha for ten thousand years. He never paid attention to his words. At this moment, he finally understood that this mouth offended people, and he immediately stood up.
"Then... uh... Venerable Lin Ying, I still have important matters in the sect, so I won't bother you any more." He bowed his hands and bowed, while Zhao Ning withdrew his gaze, put up the slip again, and responded calmly, " Um".
Lu Hanhe felt like he was being pardoned. He waved his hand slightly to indicate Yan Ran, turned around and ran out, not wanting to stay here any longer.
Before Yan Ran left, she glanced at Zhao Ning. Zhao Ning did not respond and kept his original posture until the end of the book's narration.
"...Haokong Tianzun should be the hidden leader of Jiuzhou Tianzun."
At the end of the book, Haokong Tianzun is regarded as the highest.
At this time, there was another strange noise outside the door. Zhao Ning glanced at the door, and Yanran's figure was revealed. She met Zhao Ning's gaze and walked in hesitantly.
Zhao Ning put down the letter and asked, "Has Lu Hanhe paid attention to your movements?"
"No." Yan Ran said, "That guy with eyes higher than his head is like a turtle now, wishing he could shrink down so that he wouldn't see him."
She didn't dare to use Ying Ming's name directly, so she could only use "that person" instead.
When Ying Ming was mentioned, Yanran was a little nervous and didn't understand Zhao Ning. "Zhao Ning, why are you following that person? If you are discovered, it will be over. Do you remember that person who treated Qin Zun in the time ruins? The murderer’s cruelty.”
"Of course I remember." Zhao Ning said calmly, "But today is different from the past."
Yan Ran only thought that Zhao Ning was saying that she had to get closer to Yu Yujing and hide in Yu Yujing, so she could only swallow her anger like this.
Yan Ran sighed with hatred, feeling that the strength of Jiuzhou was still inferior to Yu Yujing.
Then he asked about the matter in Jiuzhou, "Zhao Ning, is there really no way to stop the laws of heaven and man?"
Zhao Ning poured herself a cup of tea and did not look at her. She just said, "If you think a Heavenly Lord wants to do something, you can't stop it just by trying to stop it. What's more, there is more than one Heavenly Lord."
Yanran was devastated.
She sat blankly on the chair and said nothing for a long time. Zhao Ning felt that this tea was somewhat different from Jiuzhou Lingcha, and seemed to be something special to Jiukong Temple, so she couldn't help but take a sip.
Seeing that Yanran still looked like that, Zhao Ning said, "You came to me like this, do you have other things?"
Yanran barely regained consciousness, and then said to Zhao Ning, "Did you see the Yuan Shen who was fighting with me in the main hall? He is Jing Ling of the Jing Family of the Nine Sky Temple. He seems to be testing me. I have an ominous premonition. , he seems to have noticed that I am from Kyushu."
Zhao Ning's eyes flashed.
Yanran added, "Besides, I always feel that Jingling's magic looks familiar, and he seems to be from the Jiuzhou Passage."
In this way, Zhao Ning also understood what Yanran wanted to say, "You want to use him to find out where the people in the Jiuzhou Passage come from?"
Yanran nodded with a solemn expression, "Not only that. Today there is this person's temptation, and there will be more people coming tomorrow. I must find out what is going on."
She looked at Zhao Ning and said, "As long as you help me in the dark, I can't guarantee that I won't alert others if I'm alone."
Zhao Ning paused for a moment and responded.
Day and night turn around, twilight sinks, and the starlight haloes the night sky of Jiukong Temple. Starlight scatters, and the entire Jiukong Temple glows with soft fluorescence, like a fairyland.
In Jing's home in the mountains on the east side of the island, the lights are brightly lit.
High in the sky at the edge of the clan island, in the shadow of the night, Zhao Ning and Yan Ran stood together, looking at the family in front of them from a distance. In the Jing family's main room, there were layers of barriers, and the souls gathered together to discuss something.
Yanran felt a little nervous, "He won't tell them about today's trial, right?"
"Calm down." Zhao Ning comforted her, "We'll find out after we check it out."
Zhao Ning's spiritual consciousness penetrated in silently. The Jing family did not have the Three Tribulations Yuan Shen, so they could not detect the existence of Zhao Ning's spiritual consciousness.
Several people were sitting cross-legged opposite each other. The decorations of the Jing family were a bit strange, as if the styles of ancient times and Yu Xinli were mixed together. Although there were couches, tables and chairs, these people were sitting cross-legged on the floor, talking in low voices.
Zhao Ning felt a little more deeply. What they were talking about was not the beautiful things, but the laws of heaven and man.
"...After the envoy came, he said that he would be exempted from the quota reduction and there would be no need to fight."
They seemed to be very satisfied with the news, "That's good. It's hard to wait for such an opportunity. Don't miss it."
"But..." Jing Ling wondered, "The envoy doesn't seem to be from our lineage, why would he be so... considerate of us?"
"Could it be that the envoy already knows about it?" Others speculated, "Or does the envoy have other considerations?"
They spoke vaguely, obviously deliberately avoiding a certain secret.
Jing Ling added, "Speaking of which, I always thought that the quota was limited this time, maybe because of previous unauthorized actions."
Several people were silent for a moment.
"It was indeed too risky at the time. There was no report or guidance, just like that..." Swallowing those hindsight words, "The most important thing is... everyone let go."
"Don't worry, what if we let go? They don't know us, and we don't know them. No one can testify against anyone. Moreover, we are a side branch of Jiukong Temple, so we are more powerful than them. After all..."
"It's not unclear." Jing Ling said suddenly, "I recently noticed that a few people have some abnormalities in their magic power, and they seem to be messing around..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a spiritual light striking the family barrier, abruptly and appropriately interrupting their conversation.
Everyone was shocked, "Who!"
At this moment, a sarcastic voice came from above, "Who? Why, you have forgotten that the competition in our main hall is not over yet!"
Several people rushed out of the main room and saw Yanran in a goose-yellow fairy dress staring down at them. Her aura had become much higher, covering up her superficial innocence.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Venerable Yanran." Jing Ling appeared with a smile, "Why did Venerable Yanran come after me? He told me that the previous competition was just an attempt."
"Try?" Yan Ran snorted, "Since it is an attempt, there will be results. Why don't you report to the sect and say that you lost at the hands of me, and you will not use your quota in the Shixu."
Jing Ling's expression turned cold, "Sir Yanran, don't be ignorant of the praise. You have not yet passed the tribulation. I am kind-hearted and gave you some advice and let you go. Don't be presumptuous."
"Oh, let's be arrogant, then I'm used to being arrogant."
Yanran raised her hand, the spiritual essence rolled in her hand, and the magic weapon Guiyuan Feng Wuqin appeared in her hand, and she was ready to attack, "I have already come, do you want to fight cowardly?!"
"absurd!"
Jing Ling was angered by his words and rushed directly towards Yanran. He collided suddenly. Yanran was fully prepared and resisted the blow. The mana collided and the air waves surged. In an instant, the two of them flew high into the sky. , the battlefield zooms out.
While several souls of the Jing family watched this scene, some frowned and asked, "Where did this wanton bitch come from? Should we help him?"
"They call him a wanton bitch. If he is like this, he can't handle it, and he won't have to hang out in Jiuzhou in the future."
The head of the Jing family didn't say anything and went straight into the main room.
Everyone only stared at the direction of their battle from a distance, and followed the owner of the house into the main room.
The topic just now was interrupted, and everyone probably knew that this was not the time to discuss secret matters in depth, so they skipped what was said before and turned to discussing family arrangements and resource allocation.
Zhao Ning closed her eyes in the shadow for a moment, and in the next moment, her figure quietly dispersed.
But in the high air, Yanran is of course not as simple as attracting people away. She uses deadly moves and powerful moves. However, Jingling attacks again and again. Realizing that the attacker is not good, he also becomes solemn and resists the oppression of the soul. The sudden amplification to the extreme forced Yanran's initial advantage to suddenly decline.
The bursts of brilliance in the entire space attracted several stares.
Yanran deliberately led the opponent to the island on the edge of Jiukong Temple since she could not fully respond to the opponent's offensive. This island was uninhabited, and coupled with the deterrence brought by the battle of the Yuanshen Lord, the peripheral people The onlookers evacuated one after another.
Until Yanran was suppressed on the island by the other party's move, the entire island trembled for a moment, the woods and mountains shook, and a hundred feet of dust and mist splashed on the island.
Jing Ling stood condescendingly at a high place and smiled coldly, "Venerable Yanran, there is no way to gain an advantage in my hands like this. Or, Venerable Yanran, what are you still hiding? Why don't you give up the things that don't belong to you?" The great magic of Jiuzhou is being used?"
His faint hint would be understood by those who know it, but in the dust and mist, he heard a cry, "Go to hell!"
Speaking of Dafa, the entire space was encompassed, and Dafa rushed up with thousands of feet of ice and ice. Jingling's eyes shrank, and he was faintly excited again.
"really."
The two words of murmuring were followed by Dharma Xiangqi, holding the Dharma to defend and block it. However, until Yanran's offensive hit him, the smile on the man's face suddenly faded, and he felt a strong sense of oppression. The next moment, The situation changed in an instant, and only a bang was heard.
Jing Ling was thrown off the island in reverse, and blood even oozed from the corners of his mouth. Those unfinished sea ice avenues sealed layers of ice around him, and even his whole person was frozen in it.
For a moment, he was trapped in the ice, staring at Yanran outside with his eyes wide open. Yanran stood unsteadily and wiped off the blood on her body.
She looked at him full of arrogance, "Why, you can realize that I am from the Jiuzhou Passage, but I can't realize that you came from the Jiuzhou Passage?"
She mocked, "This time, I invite you to enter the urn. No one can escape my mother's Ice Sea Reversal and Killing Formation."
The frozen Jingling obviously wanted to break free from such shackles. The divine light on his body surged, and then was suppressed by the intention of killing.
Yan Ran raised her hand with a smile, and the light poured into the ice, "Let me see where you came from!"
