Chapter 302 Who is it?

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Another important and shocking news appeared in Daozong.

Yan Shen, one of the first seven peaks, passed away.

After a unanimous test by the Dao Sect elders, Yan Shen did not have any wounds or signs of fighting on his body, and it was the most normal death of his life, so he was buried in glory.

And with the death of Yan Shen, the leader of Thousand Swords Peak, it seemed that the turmoil in Dao Sect these days had come to an abrupt end, and there was no more news of the inexplicable deaths of disciples or elders.

All this only lasted seven days, but it seemed extremely long and depressing.

Fly to the peak.

Shen Yu stretched lazily and brewed a pot of hot tea, which was fragrant.

The man sat quietly next to the waterfall, tapping the edge of the chair with his right index finger. The sunlight was refracted through the surging clouds in the sky. It was beautiful, illusory, and full of warmth.

In recent years, Yang Kaitai, the elder of Qianjian Peak, Yan Shen, the leader, and Zhang Zhi, the leader of Zuowang Peak, some very important figures in the Dao Sect have died one after another. In addition to the thirty-two inconspicuous chess pieces now, the situation has It finally became a lot brighter.

Su Mo sat on the rocking chair on the other side and asked curiously: "Should Yan Shen's death in Qianjian Peak be treated as the end of his life?"

Shen Yu said calmly: "This is the best."

"That's okay." Su Mo smiled and said, "Actually, after discussing with Master Dao Fan, I originally planned to make some articles about this person."

"Pointless."

Shen Yu shook his head slightly.

Just like Shen Yu stopped Yu Wenwen from asking questions before.

What if there is no evidence at all, but it really points to those high-ranking figures in the Dao Sect?

Thinking of this, Shen Yu suddenly asked curiously.

"Monks in the world are like ants, chasing after the great road day and night, but unable to find it. In this case, why not do the opposite and choose to become a part of the great road. This was the last sentence Yan Shen said to me."

"Not only him, there are so many extraordinary and holy cultivators who are willing to give up their cultivation, reputation and life, and risk their lives for the land of Qianchuan...for what on earth?"

After leaving Qianjian Peak, Shen Yu only had this question in his mind. It was probably the key to uncovering the secret of Qianchuan Land.

"There are so few clues that any speculation is meaningless."

Su Mo was silent for a while and said with a smile: "We have done what we can do, and what we shouldn't do. We can just wait for the truth to come to light. Three years should be enough."

The corners of Shen Yu's mouth raised slightly, she closed her eyes and hummed.

All that can be done is to deal with the thirty-two people in the intelligence. Now that seven days have passed, the liquidation has been concluded.

What they shouldn't do is naturally to falsely preach Taoism and encrypt the real person's decree, and block the Taoist sect with the Liangyi Xuanyuan Formation.

The Liangyi Xuanyuan Formation is extremely powerful, and even the current Dao Fan and Shen Yu cannot activate it, so the scary and ethereal hazy energy machines in the sky at this moment are just extremely sophisticated deceptions.

A few people saw through it but didn't say anything. The rest didn't dare to risk their lives even if they were suspicious.

"If nothing else happens, the liquidation of the other holy lands should have been completed." Su Mo said.

"That person can still live?" Shen Yu asked.

"have no idea."

Su Mo said calmly: "It depends on God's will."

....

....

early morning.

The morning sun rises slowly.

The sound of sword practice came from very far away.

A man in a black robe covering his head woke up from his dream, his vague outline extremely pale.

The man looked at the sky in the distance from the second floor of a certain courtyard, but the scenery was still the same, so he sighed rather boringly.

After sighing, the man began to water the flowers and plants around the courtyard.

Even though it's boring, it's still very interesting.

Suddenly, a flying sword shot out

It flew crookedly from the sky, stuck on the wall next to the man with a bang, and stirred up some dust.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, but showed a hint of interest.

After a while, a young boy outside the door showed his head and said nervously: "Yes... yes... I'm sorry, I didn't control the flying sword well."

The man in black robe squatted in front of the flower garden, smiled and waved, "Come here, let's talk."

The young boy hesitated for a while and whispered: "Why don't you return the flying sword to me? I can't enter these places."

The man in black robe pretended to sigh with regret, "In that case, I can't return this flying sword to you. After all, I can't play with swords. It would be a big loss if I get hurt."

Hearing this, the young man opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of struggle and grievance.

After a moment, as if he cherished the flying sword more than the rules, he gritted his teeth and slipped directly into the yard, squatted next to the man, and begged: "Please, give this flying sword back." I know, this is what the sect finally gave me. It would be a disaster if I didn’t have it.”

The man in black robe smiled and said: "Young man, don't be anxious. How can you practice swordsmanship well in such a hurry? Come and talk to me. It's too boring to be here alone for a long time. What's your name?"

"My name is Duckweed."

The young boy scratched his head and looked around cautiously, "Master said, I can't talk to you casually."

"Who is the master?" The man in black robe raised his eyebrows.

The young man said simply: "The master is the master."

The man in black robe looked like he was too young, and smiled and said: "Your master is just a master. Do you know who I am? The supreme elder of this sect is now living in seclusion here. Can you tell me? A few words, then maybe if you walk out of this door, your cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds, and the great road will be just around the corner."

Although the young man is simple, he is not stupid. He just waits for the dead eyes and does not say anything.

"This guy is not easy to fool..."

The man thought to himself, then rolled his eyes, lay down on the ground, and sighed: "Duckweed, have you ever gone out after practicing here?"

"No, I've been here since I can remember. The farthest place I've walked in my life is the cliff in front of the mountain gate."

Duckweed grinned, "But the master said that this is the sect's rule. Only those who can reach the Dongzhen Realm first are eligible to travel far away from the sect, so none of us have ever gone out."

The man in black robe closed his eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Can I go?"

"I won't send it."

With a flick of the man's hand, the flying sword flew out from the wall and floated in front of the young man.

"Hehe, thanks."

The young man hurriedly held the flying sword in his arms, as if he was afraid of losing it again, turned around and left, but stopped halfway, turned his head and asked curiously: "Uncle, what is your name?"

The man in black robe closed his eyes and said without hesitation: "Li Heilian."

The young man scratched his head and said, "The clothes are quite dark, but your face is quite pale. You should be called Li Bailian. You look like a lonely ghost, hehe."

As soon as he finished speaking, the face of the man in black robe suddenly became gloomy. He opened his eyes, staring straight at the young man with a pair of cold and evil eyes, and said quietly: "Boy, how do you know that I am a lonely ghost?" ?」

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's entire head separated from his body and turned into smoke floating in the air.

Duckweed's legs trembled, and he yelled "Ghost," and ran out of here almost peeing.

The man in black robe returned to his original state and laughed on the spot, as if he was laughing to the point of tears.

"It seems you're bored here."

After a moment, a cold voice sounded.

Qianchuan Mingcao stood on the wall of the courtyard, his face calm, and his eyes without meaning were looking at the man in black robes quietly, with a hint of unfathomable murderous intent in his eyes.

"I have become an orphan

You can't go out to see ghosts yet, but of course you have to have some fun, otherwise it will be boring. "

Li Qinglian didn't even raise her head, "Of course, all this is thanks to Mr. Ming Cao for taking care of me, allowing me to find a broken body again, which was about to disappear."

Ming Cao lowered his eyes slightly and said indifferently: "There has been a lot of movement inside the Nine Holy Lands in recent times, but no news has come out from our people. I am a little uneasy."

Li Qinglian smiled and said: "The people of Qianchuan Land have been arrogant in Linghuang for so long. Now that the major holy places have solved the Lingyun List, they will naturally come to liquidate us. This is expected."

"People from the land of Qianchuan?" Ming Cao said calmly.

Li Qinglian turned her head and said in surprise: "With such pretentious words, is it possible that Mr. Ming Cao is dissatisfied with me? Or that he doubts me?"

The unfathomable man said coldly: "You have been restless in the past three years since you came here. Although I can't see anything, you are aware of most of the situation, so I hope your curiosity does not need to be too much." Heavy."

"Just seeing the tip of the iceberg scared me so much that I didn't dare to see anything else, lest Mr. Ming Cao wanted to kill me and silence me."

"hope so."

Ming Cao looked into his eyes and said: "We have just found out that the old guy Yu Fuzi colluded with both internal and external parties to leak the secrets of the Qianchuan Land. The question is how did he know the secrets of the people in the Holy Land? This matter can only be Only a few people, including you, know about it, so people have been sent to look for him, and the truth will be revealed when they find him."

Li Qinglian yawned and said with a smile: "You spent such a high price to resurrect me, Mr. Ming Cao, of course you won't kill me again because of a little suspicion. In this case, it is better to relax and wait, eventually you will When the truth comes out, I am loyal to Qianchuan and I would not regret my death, but if you don’t have me, won’t all your hard work be wasted in the end?”

Ming Cao said nothing.

Because this sentence does make sense.

"I hope so, don't let me down, or you will end up badly."

Ming Cao dropped these words and his entire figure disappeared into the void.

The air became quiet again.

Li Qinglian remained lying on the ground, paying no attention to the threat just now. She just stared at the sky, wondering what fate could be worse than becoming a lonely ghost?

Think about it carefully.

He found that there seemed to be none.

The man smiled, looked at the dim sunshine, and murmured: "Do you know why I changed my name to Li Heilian?"/>No one answered.

It was quiet in the courtyard.

This secret sect, which seems to have no idea of ​​its true nature, is actually not very prosperous on the surface. It covers an area of ​​about thirty acres, with only two or three buildings that are the ancestral hall of the ancestors, plus a mountain at the back. It is an absolute low-end sect among practicing sects, and the talents of its disciples are not very high. They say they are practicing swordsmanship, but in fact there are not a few disciples who are eye-catching. They all look like simple teenagers from the nearby countryside. , but it is precisely this that makes the weirdness here more and more obvious.

Walking out of the mountain gate, there is a sea of ​​clouds that has no way to go for a year. In the vast world, how can such a low-level sect occupy such a good time and place? Even Dong Zuzhou, which has the most spiritual power in the Immortal Mountain, cannot be so extravagant.

Perhaps this is the true secret of the Land of Thousand Rivers.

"It's so boring." Li Qinglian stretched.

In fact, he couldn't figure out where he was until just now, but there was one sentence that Li Qinglian liked very much.

That's what his teacher said a long time ago: "If you eliminate all conspiracies and doubts and eliminate all impossibilities, then whatever remains, no matter how unbelievable, will be the truth."

Even thinking about it now, Li Qinglian felt that her master was really...a wonderful person who did not belong to this era, the kind of person she was ashamed of.

The man stood up and returned to the lobby. He glanced at the white paper that had not been touched for three years on the table. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing an extremely ancient expression.

Weird and funny smile.

How strange and interesting the magic weapon is.

Still the worst is the academy.

...

...

The next few days.

Qianchuan Mingcao appeared in this sect like a ghost, often appearing outside Li Qinglian's yard to observe this guy's every move.

However, what made him regretful was that apart from practicing calligraphy on weekdays, Li Qinglian deliberately chatted with the disciple named Duckweed and had some fun, but did not take any other actions. It seemed that she did not care about the outside world at all.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy he felt.

Three days later, a middle-aged man appeared behind Ming Cao and said in a panicked voice: "I don't know why Yu Fuzi returned... This continent seems to have discovered something, but how is this possible?" Could it be that there are other circumstances?”

Ming Cao's eyes suddenly became extremely strange, and he stared at Li Qinglian in the courtyard. He didn't know why his murderous intention was fully realized, and he almost couldn't help his murderous intention.

The middle-aged man's eyes were not good, and there was a very hideous scar on his right eye. He said gloomily: "Although there is no evidence, since he came here, the news has been leaking out. If we don't kill him, there will be endless consequences! Our plan will be over sooner or later. meeting...."

Ming Cao didn't speak, but slowly clenched his hands behind his back.

For a hundred years, Ming Cao rarely valued talents so much. Li Qinglian was the only one, so he rebuilt a ghost body for Li Qinglian at a high cost and even placed it in the core area of ​​​​Qianchuan Land to let him know too much. secret.

Although the moment Li Qinglian woke up, Ming Cao was already a little unsure whether his behavior was appropriate.

If it had been in the past, Ming Cao would have been willing to kill the wrong person before letting go. Lei Ting took action to suppress him and let him suffer the torture day and night.

But because of this, he is now even more in a dilemma.

The more important basis is the sword Li Qinglian used to resist Master Daoyan three years ago.

If he didn't come to the rescue at that time, then the gods would not come back and exchange their lives for his trust. If it was really an act, it would be too real.

He didn't believe that a leader as powerful as Dao Sect would personally cooperate in such a lame show, nor did he believe that he would take the initiative to walk into the trap set by the opponent.

Ming Cao's eyes suddenly became clear, and he exhaled softly, and said calmly: "Go down and send the guy with the knife, let go of your hands and feet, and kill the guy Yu Fuzi outside regardless of the cost. "

"yes!"