Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

The residence of Dongsheng is located on the highest peak of the pavilion.

Ning Daohuan couldn't help but his face trembled violently as he looked at the two spirit-sending lottery sticks that were completely extinguished in his hand.

He had just boasted that the noble man would never die in a hundred battles, but he turned around and was slapped in the face.

The same was true for Wang Yan before.

If he hadn't known that it was unlikely, he couldn't help but wonder if someone was deliberately targeting him.

When Tang Ji saw this, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, with a hint of danger flashing in his eyes.

"Your Excellency, are you teasing Tang?"

"This... Tang Shangzhen forgives me! I would never dare to have such an idea! There is absolutely no reason to do so. Please give Tang Shangzhen a clear warning!"

"As for why these two people suddenly died suddenly, I really don't know. Tang Shang can rest assured that I will definitely investigate and find out..."

"no!"

Tang Ji snorted coldly, fluttered his sleeves and said coldly:

"I'll be back in a year."

Then he flew away into the distance without stopping.

"Tang Shangzhen, Tang Shangzhen!"

Seeing Tang Ji disappearing into the horizon, Ning Daohuan's face, which was originally full of smiles and apologies, suddenly turned gloomy.

boom!

The pavilion was suddenly blown to pieces by a trace of mana that escaped, and the rubble and bricks instantly collapsed in all directions.

The monks around him didn't dare to express their anger.

Ning Daohuan stood in the center of the pavilion, gritting his teeth, his face so gloomy that it almost dripped water.

"Asshole! This guy named Tang is such a bastard!"

"He didn't take me seriously at all!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"kill him!"

Thinking of how he was groveling and submissive just now, Ning Daohuan couldn't help but feel a trace of extreme frustration and rage in his heart.

Not to mention that he has never encountered such a situation since he ascended to the position of leader. Even when the old leader was here before, he also admired it quite a lot.

When he first entered Tianmen Sect, he suffered a lot.

However, the arrival of Tang Ji made him feel the powerlessness he had not seen for a long time. In front of Tang Shangzhen, he seemed to have returned to the time when he first embarked on the path of cultivation.

Weakness, humbleness, life and death are all dependent on the thoughts of others...

Before this, he once thought that he had reached the highest point in the world that he could touch.

Although he knew that this feeling was just wishful thinking, he never expected that reality would hit him so quickly.

"Is the Nascent Soul complete?"

Ning Daohuan looked at the figure that had disappeared in the distance, his eyes filled with a trace of extreme longing.

"Soon."

"Soon!"

With his back to everyone, he suddenly said: "Where is Elder Lu?"

"Elder Lu is in retreat."

The young Taoist named Bei who played chess with Lu Yuansheng not long ago spoke quickly.

"Such a big thing happened in the sect, and he is still in seclusion?"

"After he comes out of seclusion, let him come see me."

Ning Daohuan couldn't help but frown deeply, and everyone around him could feel his suppressed anger.

There was a hint of schadenfreude in the eyes of many people.

Lu Yuansheng was so favored that some elders could not stand it for a long time. Now they are very happy to see Lu Yuansheng causing trouble.

"One more thing, does anyone know where Zhu Ziji and Wang Ba have gone?"

Ning Daohuan turned around and looked around at everyone with cold eyes.

The young Taoist surnamed Bei in the crowd hesitated slightly, then raised his hand again and said:

"That Wang Ba... happened to go to Junior Brother Lu's place not long ago, and left soon after. Junior Brother Zhu was also following orders under Junior Brother Lu. He seemed to have something to do before, so he also went out."

Hearing this, Ning Daohuan immediately raised his eyebrows:

"Went to Elder Lu's place...do you know where they went?"

The young Taoist shook his head quickly: "Master, forgive me, I don't know about this."

"It seems that only Elder Lu knows."

Ning Daohuan's tone was faint, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Just as he was talking, Ning Daohuan suddenly felt something, and a spiritual sign suddenly appeared in his palm.

On the soul-letting lot, as the aura of the soul dissipates, the light also dims.

On it are three small gilded characters:

Song Buping.

"Song Buping... this person has been guarding the passage at the Jiantao station. He died suddenly. Could it be that someone sneaked into the Jiantao station?"

Among the crowd, Elder Xuanpuppet Jindan couldn't help but be wary.

Ning Daohuan narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

"Check it for me!"

…

call--

Jiantao's station is outside the three major dangerous areas.

A breeze gently blew a few broken green leaves pressed by the newly dug soil, and the chirping of birds around them fell silent.

Two monks in red and black robes appeared in front of the green leaves at some unknown time.

One of them has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, just like an honest and kind elder.

The other one was surprisingly a young Taoist named Bei.

The two of them looked at the scene in front of them and were slightly silent.

They didn't look at the broken green leaves, but looked straight ahead.

In a passage not far away, only ten feet away, there was an old tree as thick as a round cylinder.

The old tree is strong and the wood seems to be quite tight.

This can be seen from the cutoff of the tree trunk above.

And on the trunk of this old tree.

At this moment, there is a statue of a monk also wearing red and black robes.

There was a magic sword stuck on his body, which entered from the back, penetrated the chest, and was inserted into the tree trunk.

It's just that the monk is facing the tree trunk, and his appearance is completely invisible.

However, the kind-hearted old man could no longer help showing a fierce and angry look on his face:

"It's Song Buping!"

"Who is it that dares to attack our foundation-building monks?"

The young monk surnamed Bei didn't speak, but walked forward quickly and gently pulled out the magical sword.

Following this movement, the monk's body immediately fell.

The old tree with a thick round cylinder in front of it exploded instantly and turned into a pile of powder, which dispersed in the wind.

When the young Taoist named Bei saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What a brilliant control of mana."

The old man also walked up and saw the magic sword in the hands of the young Taoist named Bei. He suddenly said in surprise:

"This is the magic sword that Song Buping exchanged from the treasury of the sect. I gave it to him myself."

When the young Taoist surnamed Bei heard this, he suddenly thought deeply:

"Killed by his own magic sword... It seems that the person who killed Song Buping was much stronger than Song Buping."

"However, you didn't take away the second-level magic sword. Are you looking down on it, or are you in a hurry to leave?"

"And Song Buping died outside. When he died, he was facing the direction of the passage. Apparently he had left the passage for some reason before, but he quickly realized the danger and wanted to escape back to the station, but he didn't have time to escape... "

"Junior Brother Bei discovered what?"

The old man on the side couldn't help but ask.

The young Taoist shook his head and said nothing. Instead, he knelt down again and carefully inspected Song Buping's wounds and body.

But soon he shook his head again:

"It's all been destroyed, and nothing can be seen at all, but there is a faint trace of blood power in it..."

"Blood Kung Fu?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and said suddenly:

"Is it Zhu Ziji?"

"wrong."

However, the young Taoist directly rejected the old man's guess: "The time does not match up. Zhu Ziji died first, but Song Buping died later."

After hearing the words, the old man thought for a moment and suddenly showed a look of reluctance: "If it's not him, who could it be? Tu Shengdao has always been famous for his bloody skills. With his strength, he can indeed easily seize Song Buping's magic sword and turn it around. And killed Song Buping."

"Besides, Song Buping knew Zhu Ziji, and it is indeed possible that he followed him out of the passage without taking any precautions. Then he sensed the danger and wanted to escape. This is also very consistent with your previous speculation."

The young Taoist frowned slightly and had to admit that what the old man said made sense.

"Besides... who said that Zhu Ziji must be dead? As far as I know, there is another possibility that the spirit lotus will be extinguished..."

A hint of depth flashed in the old man's eyes, and he meant something.

When the young Taoist heard this, he was shocked all over. His consciousness spread all around in a panic, and he immediately scolded:

"Senior Brother Gu, you are crazy! What nonsense are you talking about!"

When the old man saw this, he raised the corner of his mouth, chuckled, and said no more.

However, the old man's words made the young Taoist vaguely feel that the old man's guess might be right.

Song Buping might have been killed by Zhu Ziji himself.

After all, the two died one after another, and there was Wang Ba before that. The three of them were all foundation-building monks. Now that the war has ceased, such frequent deaths can be said to be extremely rare.

It's too much of a coincidence.

If he said there was no connection, the young Taoist would not believe it at all.

Recalling that Zhu Ziji had gone out in a hurry before, he might have followed Wang Yan, waiting for an opportunity to take action.

Song Buping probably didn't know the situation and went out together. However, he found that Zhu Ziji had killed Wang Ba. He realized something was wrong and ran back immediately.

It's a pity that Song Buping's strength is low and he is far from Zhu Ziji's opponent.

After a quick review in his mind, the young Taoist unexpectedly discovered that this line of thought was extremely smooth.

The only thing that made the young Taoist murmur a little was, why did Zhu Ziji kill Wang Ba?

Reminiscent of the fact that after Zhu Ziji came out of Lu Yuansheng's palace, he quickly left, and then Wang Ba was killed, this time period was extremely tight.

The young Taoist vaguely guessed a possibility without thinking too much.

"Junior Brother Lu..."

The young Taoist sighed slightly.

He is still very optimistic about this junior brother.

He has high talent, many methods, is good at forbearance, and is ruthless.

This appearance is exactly the same as the former leader.

No wonder the leader would train him as his successor.

However, if this matter is really the instigation of Junior Brother Lu, I am afraid that no matter how magnanimous the leader is, he will not be able to bear it.

After all, the soul-sending lottery is related to the rule of Tianmen Sect, and the leader will never allow anyone to exist without the soul-sending lottery.

After thinking for a while, the young Taoist drove these distracting thoughts out of his mind.

"So, the place where Zhu Ziji killed Wang Ba shouldn't be too far away!"

A glimmer of light flashed in the young Taoist's eyes.

Dang even flew with the old man in the opposite direction where Song Buping escaped.

It didn't take long before the two of them couldn't help but change their expressions slightly.

"there!"

As their spiritual consciousness swept across, they all noticed something in the distance that seemed to be interfering with their perceptions.

The two soon landed on a raised stone pillar, overlooking the ground below.

And when they saw a large scene of broken mountains and overturned mountains below.

The two fell silent for a moment.