Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

All the eyes of the audience were focused on the smiling middle-aged man.

In the No. 2 box opposite the No. 1 box, the eldest prince bowed deeply and said with a look of realization, "I have seen Mr. Huang, the Alliance envoy."

Some of the people bowed down, and some were at a loss.

Ma Jianchou's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out in surprise: "Messenger of the Alliance? That's right!"*

Rumeng'er

Murong Lin naturally knew about the alliance, and now he remembered it after hearing what the eldest prince said.

The alliance is naturally the Lingshan Alliance. It is a small alliance formed by dozens of countries around Yan State and Yan State. It has strong and weak strength, and Yan State ranks in the middle. The representative of the messenger is the person who brings the news of participating in the "South Vietnam Competition of All Nations".

There are tens of thousands of countries in the South Vietnam continent, and at the top are ten major sects, each with its own sect, commanding the affairs of the entire continent. In addition to the ten major sects, there are dozens of sects that are not weak in strength, and there are also many national sects below. The reason why the ten major sects are powerful is because they have ancestors who ascended to the upper world. It can be imagined that the resources and techniques within his sect are absolutely abundant.

No one in the world wants to go to those ten major sects, and the sects have limited candidates to elect, so the "South Vietnam Competition of All Nations" was held every five years. It was led by the ten major sects and supported by other sects. Talents from all nations participated and selected enough Be the disciples of these sects.

This competition is also the most prestigious competition in South Vietnam.

The last person from the Yan Kingdom who succeeded in the competition was three hundred years ago, which means that no one from the Yan Kingdom has successfully entered the top ten sects sixty times.

At the end of this year and the beginning of next year, it will be the "South Vietnam Competition of All Nations" held every five years, so envoys from the alliance will come to various countries to check the preparations.

"This is the envoy of the Alliance of Great Ling Kingdom, Mr. Huang Zhisheng." said the Prime Minister of Yan State, Sheng Guogong, who was standing next to Huang Zhisheng.

The whole place was excited, and they all shouted, "Greetings to Senior Huang."

Daling Country is one of the most powerful countries in the Lingshan Alliance. Not only does it have two powerful people in the Zhihua Realm, but it also has a disciple who has joined a major sect in the past hundred years.

Therefore, it is not surprising that one of the envoys sent is the Tongtian realm.

Huang Zhisheng smiled calmly and said: "Hahahaha, I'm just casually strolling around to see the proud sons of Yan Kingdom. When I saw them today, they are indeed extraordinary. I hope you can do your best for our Lingshan Alliance on the battlefield of the competition!"

"Mr. Huang was joking, these juniors are still a little behind." Sheng Guogong said modestly and walked out with him.

The venue continued to be lively and no one left.

Murong Lin played with his fan and said with a smile: "I didn't expect him to be the envoy of the alliance. It's really lively this year."

"Yes, yes, I thought it was someone." Ma Jianchou looked at their backs and said timidly.

"Is this the Third Prince?" A servant from Xinghua Tower knocked on the door of the private room and stammered, "Miss Rumeng'er invites you to her boudoir."

Murong Lin raised his eyebrows, and the other four people also looked surprised, and then they all laughed.

"Hahahaha, Lao Lin, you are lucky!"

"Yes, yes, these ten thousand taels of gold are well spent!"

"Hahahaha, be careful tonight, there is an early morning meeting tomorrow, don't miss the time!"

Faced with the teasing of several people, Murong Lin looked normal.

Sure enough, my villainous charm has finally come to light?

ah! My damn manhood.

After waving to the four people, Murong Lin calmly followed the servants to the backstairs. After turning a few corners, we came to a room.

The servant bowed and left first.

Murong Lin stood in front of the door, stretched his waist, and knocked on the door.

"Miss Rumeng'er, I'm Murong Lin."

"Please come in." A clear voice came from the room.

Murong Lin stepped forward and pushed open the door. After entering, he turned around and closed it.

Turning around and looking at the room carefully, it was extremely quiet, with wooden furniture, dark curtains, and nothing else. It doesn't look like an oiran's room at all.

"Come here." The voice came from the other side of the bed. Murong Lin walked over there and saw Rumeng'er lying flat on the bed.

The color of the bed is still very dark, black, and the mattress and pillows are all black.

Ru Meng'er lay flat on the bed in a "big" shape, staring at it.

"So fast? Why don't you have a meal first?" Murong Lin pouted.

"I'll let you go, and you kill Murong Tong for me!" Rumeng'er said in a cold voice while lying on the bed.

Murong Tong?

This name is so familiar!

I seem to have heard it somewhere.

It seems quite important to me.

Gan!

The current emperor is Murong Tong!

It’s my cheap dad!

Murong Lin's eyes widened as he looked at Rumeng'er who slowly closed her eyes on the bed, as if looking at a retarded person.

You want a son of mine to kill his own father? Or the emperor?

Are you stupid or am I stupid? Do you really think I am a hungry ghost in lust?

"Why don't you fall in love with me?" Rumeng'er said.

Her voice was cold and emotionless, like a machine that could only talk.

"Well, take off your veil first and let me take a look." Murong Lin said, staring at her face.

Ru Meng'er reached out and took off the veil.

A pale face appeared in front of Murong Lin.

Not very beautiful, just very pale, that kind of lifeless white.

Murong Lin stopped waving the fan in his hand and stared at her intently.

"I'm not very beautiful, but I'm still a virgin." Rumeng'er continued to close her eyes.

"Are you the illegitimate daughter of your father?"

Murong Lin looked at the woman in front of him, whose eyebrows were somewhat similar to his own, and spoke word by word.

"Yes."

interesting.

Murong Lin was not sure at first, but the Blood Hong Gu in the Blood Hong Gu acupoint vibrated slightly, telling him that the two of them were indeed related by blood.

"The Master of the Blood Spirit Guild shouldn't be afraid, right?" Rumeng'er said again.

Murong Lin's spiritual energy danced, and he flew the fan towards the bed, nailed it directly to the wall, and passed through Rumeng'er's hair.

"Who told you that?"

How could his identity as a member of the Blood Spirit Society be known to such an oiran?

Did you expose yourself?

Or did someone tell her?

"I don't know, someone gave me a note. Now it seems that you are."

Very good!

The plot is on me!

But I was fooled!

Murong Lin's eyes flashed with a sharp look.

But what's the use of this person telling Rumeng'er my identity?

Does he expect chaos in the Murong family?

Murong Lin walked to the bed and looked down at Rumeng'er's face.

"What can you give me?" Murong Lin asked.

Now that the identity is known, killing and silence will not help. It is better to cooperate and maximize the benefits.

"Everything but hatred."

"Very good." Murong Lin patted the Qiankun bag, took out a copy of "Blood Heaven Art" and threw it to Ru Meng'er. He also took out a Qiankun bag, put some cultivation resources in it, and threw a token to her. .

"Take it to practice. This is the token of the Blood Spirit Society. You can mobilize people from any county. I want you to practice to the creation realm before next year and kill anyone you want." Murong Lin said calmly, "At the same time, I will bring you Murong Tong’s head.”

Rumeng'er got up, sat on the bed, looked at her half-brother in front of her, and took the things in her hands.

"OK."

"If necessary, you can sacrifice the Blood Spirit Society." Murong Lin looked at her, sensing the Blood Hong Gu in the Blood Hong Gu acupoint, and said with a smile. *