At the top of the peak, four people stood on an arc-shaped platform.
Climbing high and looking into the distance, you can have a panoramic view of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the cold wind blowing on the top of the mountain also blew through the colorful robes worn by several people.
A beautiful woman with a flat figure, a rickety old man on crutches, a plump and handsome middle-aged man, and a fat man.
Their appearances are all different, but the only similarity is probably that the auras of the four people on the top of the mountain are as long as the ocean tide and unfathomable.
The four of them stood on the top of the mountain without speaking, braving the cold wind for about half a quarter of an hour.
"Tsk."
A click of the tongue suddenly sounded, and the rough voice was very dissatisfied:
"Tai Shiran, your boy called us to Wanli Peak with the Tiange Order just to drink the northwest wind with you?"
As soon as the words came out,
The other three people all looked in the direction of the sound.
It was the fat middle-aged man who was so fat and round.
His eyes were squeezed into slits due to the accumulation of fat on his cheeks, and the gaze revealed in his small eyes had a hint of coldness.
Seeing that the three of them were looking at each other, the fat man's narrow eyes also swept over the other three.
Everyone who was swept by his gaze frowned slightly.
Especially the middle-aged beautiful woman, as soon as the fat man looked at her, there was a hint of disgust in her eyes.
A cyclone appeared out of thin air around her, rolling up some gravel, and the tulle white dress embroidered with exquisite flower and bird patterns fluttered along with it.
Tie Xuanmen is a master of forging weapons, and the Forest Soul Divine Eye cultivated by this fat man has the magical power to see through objects and penetrate directly to the core.
The middle-aged fat man was so excited to see the beautiful woman. His cold eyes narrowed with helplessness, but he didn't explain anything.
Because of his martial arts, many people are somewhat prejudiced against him.
Over the years, he has gotten used to it.
in silence,
"Ah"
With a chuckle, the handsome middle-aged man said slowly:
"There is another friend coming. Please be patient, Elder Zhou."
The middle-aged fat man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, glanced at several people again, and said with interest:
"Heh, also, Tai Shiran, I wonder which other Taoist fellow you have invited to come?"
Tai Shiran smiled slightly and whispered:
"I wonder if Brother Zhou has ever heard of the name Jing Tingxi?"
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As soon as the name came out, the pupils of the other three people present shrank.
This name is not unfamiliar to them at all.
After all, everyone present has come all the way from that era.
Jing Tingxi was an unparalleled name in their time.
A wild boy appeared out of nowhere and wreaked havoc on the world with his evil skills. He even won the Tianyuan Competition under an alias.
If it hadn't been for Xu Yinhe's sudden emergence, this person could almost be said to be the most talented person in the world.
But this Jing Tingxi was like a meteor passing by. After a dazzling period of time, this person suddenly disappeared.
There were rumors among the senior sect members that this was because Jing Tingxi had tried to assassinate the late emperor by relying on his special secret skills.
However, the palace is extremely well-prepared, with saints blessing it, large formations guarding it, and powerful military formations stationed all year round.
Jing Tingxi was naturally inferior in skills and was directly killed by the strong men in the palace.
Now it seems
Thinking of this, the old man frowned and said:
"Brother Taishi, are you saying that Jing Tingxi did not die in the palace?"
Tai Shiran chuckled when he heard the words, the mountain breeze blew the smile on his lips, and his tone was gentle:
"No, he was just seriously injured and escaped."
The beautiful middle-aged woman's face was elegant and dignified, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she opened her cherry mouth lightly, exuding a faint aroma, with a hint of expectation:
"Brother Ran, will Jing Tingxi also participate in this trip?"
"Of course not."
Tai Shiran shook his head and said calmly: "He is already dead."
The beautiful middle-aged woman lowered her eyes when she heard this and sighed in her heart.
The middle-aged fat man looked a little annoyed and said sternly:
"Tai Shiran, you are playing tricks on us. What are you doing now that you are dead?"
"Brother Zhou is still the same, with such a straightforward temper."
Tai Shiran was not annoyed when he heard this, and said with a chuckle: "It is naturally related to him."
Saying,
He chuckled lightly and said:
"Although Jing Tingxi is dead, he still has many confidantes and close friends in this world."
After saying that, Tai Shiran glanced at the beautiful middle-aged woman over there.
Everyone present saw Tai Shiran's look.
The old man just pretended not to see it.
The middle-aged fat man had a playful smile in his eyes.
Now this dignified middle-aged beauty was well-known in those days, and she had romantic relationships with many talented men.
This woman has been to all the top talents like Ran Jianli, Xu Yinhe, and Jing Tingxi.
However, the former two obviously did not like her, while the latter was already known for being romantic and must have had a wonderful memory.
Of course, her current husband doesn't know these things.
After all, her husband is her disciple, and he is only in his forties now.
The middle-aged beautiful woman naturally knew what the three of them were thinking, and snorted coldly, her voice no longer gentle:
"Since Jing Tingxi's close friends are willing to help, then the purpose of our trip is related to Jing Tingxi's death?"
Tai Shiran looked at the skyline in the distance and replied unhurriedly:
"It's related."
"Really?"
"certainly."
Tai Shiran's eyes flashed brightly, but his tone was still smiling: "After all, our trip should be regarded as revenge for the murderer of Jing Tingxi."
The fat middle-aged man touched his fat chin:
"Oh? Jing Tingxi was transformed when he disappeared. Who can kill him today?"
Tai Shiran looked back at Fatty deeply,
Whisper softly:
"Prime Minister's Mansion."
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As soon as the two words came out, the atmosphere on the top of the Wanli Mountain suddenly solidified, and you could hear a needle drop.
Tai Shiran didn't seem to feel this solemnity. He took a step towards the cliff with his golden boots, looked at the lush forest below, and said to himself:
"The Pavilion Master told me that after Jing Tingxi disappeared, he went to the Burial Village, recuperated there, and became a saint there, and then they were wiped out."
The rickety old man was leaning on the cane with a little force on his hand, and his old voice was extremely serious:
"Brother, I have heard that the strong men hiding in the village should be no less than a large sect. Brother Taishi, can you tell us why Xu Yinhe went to all the trouble to massacre there?"
Tai Shiran suddenly grinned:
"Do you know that the personal relationship between Xu Yinhe and Jing Tingxi was irreversible back then?"
Silence, no answer.
"That's right. If the Pavilion Master hadn't deduced these secrets, no one in the world would know them."
Tai Shiran shook his head and said with a low smile:
“The reason why Jing Tingxi sneaked into the palace back then was because of Xu Yinhe’s plan.
"Xu Yinhe took advantage of Jing Tingxi's temperament and martial arts to plan the conflict between Jing Tingxi and the late emperor. He also planned with Li Yaoxuan to help Jing Tingxi sneak into the palace and seriously injure the late emperor."
The middle-aged fat man heard a flash of understanding in his eyes.
With Xu Yinhe's help, it's no wonder that Jingtingxi was able to transform into a mortal and sneak into the palace.
But after a moment's pause, he frowned and asked:
"Perhaps since Yin He has planned so far, why can Jing Tingxi still escape? His death in the palace should be more in the interests of those two people."
Tai Shiran shook his head and said with a low smile:
"Brother Zhou, didn't you pay attention to the affairs of the court back then?
"If Jing Tingxi died, how could they frame this blood debt on the original prince? The prince was on duty at the Military Affairs Department that night."
Saying,
There was a meaningful look in Tai Shiran's eyes:
"He did some extraordinary things in advance, which made the late emperor angry and took the initiative to summon Li Yaoxuan into the palace that night. He also planned an assassination to make him risk his life to save him, and then helped the assassin escape."
When the rickety old man heard this secret, hesitation appeared in his cloudy eyes:
"Wouldn't the late emperor be suspicious of such a coincidence?"
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Looking at the expressions on their faces, Tai Shiran recalled his own expression when he heard about this and chuckled:
“It’s natural to be suspicious, but this is also part of their scheme.
"Xu Yinhe and Li Yaoxuan's methods are very clever. The extraordinary actions Li Yaoxuan did at the beginning were full of clues and seemed to be framed by others.
"Furthermore, the late emperor's summons to Li Yaoxuan was a secret order, and no one knew about the relationship between Xu Yinhe and Jing Tingxi. This suspicion would turn into suspicion of the prince when Li Yaoxuan was seriously injured and dying.
"If Li Yaoxuan hadn't sacrificed his life to save him, the late emperor would have died immediately.
"After all, how can there be a seventy-year-old prince in this world?
"You should all know what happened after that. Li Yaoxuan gained the status of competing with the prince. However, the prince was suspicious of his unstable position, and his power was gradually reduced, and he took desperate measures to challenge the palace."
The words fell silent and it was quiet for a long time.
"Hehehe"
The rickety old man suddenly let out a dry chuckle, holding his crutches and bowing his hands towards the southern void: "The master of the pavilion is really cultivating to the heavens. If it weren't for this method, no one in the world would know the secret."
After the ceremony, the old man said softly:
"So, Xu Yinhe destroyed Burial Village because he knew in advance that the Pavilion Master wanted to reveal what happened decades ago, so he eliminated the roots in advance?"
A flash of light flashed in Tai Shiran's eyes and he shook his head:
"Although Xu Yinhe's methods are as powerful as the sky, with the meticulousness of the pavilion master's actions, how could he discover it?
"Even though she has not been in contact for decades, Jing Tingxi is naturally more inclined to trust her once sworn friend than a stranger. After the pavilion master informed Jing Tingxi, he took the initiative to contact Xu Yinhe to ask for an explanation. result."
Upon hearing this, the three people present were stunned for a moment.
It's not that he was surprised by Jing Tingxi's choice, nor that he was surprised by Xu Yinhe's cold-bloodedness, but he was confused as to why the pavilion master would act like this.
Isn’t the Pavilion Master able to deduce the future?
The strong men in the Burial Village are basically equivalent to the first-class large sects in the world.
A saint has emerged from the mortal world.
Isn't it better to win over the strong ones among them than to let them be surrounded and killed?
Tai Shiran looked at the confusion in the eyes of the three people and breathed out slowly:
"You are all wondering why the Pavilion Master would do this?"
The rickety old man had a high level of political awareness and immediately shook his head:
"Everything the Pavilion Master does has its own reasons. It's normal for us not to understand."
Tai Shiran chuckled:
"When I asked the Pavilion Master, she only said that this is the best choice among thousands of futures. There is a chess piece that is more important than those strong men in the Burial Village."
Speaking of this, a sigh appeared on his handsome cheek:
"But now that the future has been shrouded in ink, this optimal solution probably no longer exists."
As soon as the words fell, there was no words left on the top of Wanli Mountain.
The other three people who heard the secret didn't say anything anymore. They digested the information they just learned while enjoying the cold wind.
As time passed, the clouds in the sky condensed and dispersed.
The rising sun hanging high in the sky gradually set westward, and the golden rising sun dyed the vast fields and forests red.
And just as it was about to sink into the ground, a wave of energy suddenly came from the sky covered by the golden sun.
The four people who had been blowing the cold wind all day at the top of the mountain looked up in unison.
This source of Qi is neither strong nor weak, and the person's cultivation level cannot be seen. It seems that the person deliberately suppressed his own Qi when he was on his way.
From time to time, a woman in a black skirt came to the top of the mountain.
Under the shadow of the black dress and the setting sun, the woman's white skin is as pure as snow, and the sexy charm in her eyes makes people involuntarily attracted.
And after seeing the visitor.
Except for Tai Shiran, the other three people were shocked. With their cultivation level, they could not see through the other party's state.
Transform yourself upward.
Landing on the top of the mountain, as the woman in black skirt walked, a pair of jade legs loomed between the hem of the skirt.
Coming closer, her eyes were as magnificent as amber, and her voice was as clear as a silver bell, but her tone was indifferent:
"Some changes occurred on the way, and we were half a day later than the agreed time."
Tai Shiran bowed his hands gracefully:
"Half a day doesn't matter. That person should still be some distance away from here."
The woman in black skirt glanced at the people behind Tai Shiran and asked in a low voice:
"These are all the people on this trip?"
Tai Shiran smiled slightly:
"Fairy Luo, do you think it's not enough?"
The woman in black skirt replied calmly:
"The woman named Lou has not been seen in Guangyang Mansion for a long time. It is very likely that she went south with that person."
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"Hehehe"
In the brief silence, the middle-aged fat man suddenly smiled kindly, his eyes narrowed with sparkle: "Brother Taishi, everyone is here now, can you tell us the purpose of our trip?"
The woman named Luo frowned slightly when she heard this and glanced at Tai Shiran:
"They don't know the purpose of this trip?"
Tai Shiran raised his hand to signal for peace of mind, turned around and said softly:
"Three of you, the purpose of our trip is very simple, to assassinate a blood relative of Xu Yinhe."
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The fat middle-aged man was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, but his eyes became like looking at a madman.
There was silence for a moment, and finally the beautiful middle-aged woman on the side frowned and asked:
"Tai Shiran, is this the intention of the pavilion master or your own?"
Tai Shiran did not answer this question directly:
"It can be regarded as my intention, or it can be regarded as the intention of the Pavilion Master."
Saying,
He took out a Bagua instrument board engraved with complicated formations from his Sumeru Ring, and said slowly:
"Although the Pavilion Master didn't tell me explicitly, he gave me this."
"Lingtianyi?"
The rickety old man's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly: "I remember that this object is used to explore the bones of mortals and find talented and intelligent people."
"Yes, but that's just one of its functions."
Tai Shiran shook his head and whispered: "Another function of this secret treasure is to detect people with the soul of Yantian. It is a sacred object used by the pavilion masters in the past to monitor the saints and saints."
The middle-aged fat man said in a solemn tone:
"What do you mean by that?"
Tai Shiran chuckled softly:
"The Holy Lady passed down the Yantian Divine Soul Chapter to Xu Yinhe, a blood relative, and the Pavilion Master handed it over to me. Brother Zhou, what do you think the Pavilion Master wants?"
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