My practice narration is weird

Lingxue Pavilion.

All the previous affairs were settled with the words of the two "immortal envoys" who suddenly visited.

Baiyun Temple did not refute, Wuxing Sect did not refute, and Lingxue Pavilion would naturally not refute.

The Lingxue Pavilion Master Xingdao of the Seventh Realm Tianji finally returned to his own little piece of land.

Ji Wuye died.

It doesn't matter.

This matter was a little beyond his expectations, but he didn't care.

Because in his expectation, Ji Wuye was going to die.

It was just that the fight with Ye Wuyou seemed to have completely eroded the other party with Ji Wuye's weirdness.

Because the immortal envoy was present at the time, he did not go to trouble Ye Wuyou, and Master Zhang also advised him not to cause more trouble.

But more importantly, he did not want to cause dissatisfaction with the Lu and Luo families at the same time. In addition, Master Wang Ting seemed to care about that kid.

A little girl with an extreme personality [Guling Ling Qianjiang], a Lu Chen who stood at the peak of Tianquan, and a Wang Ting who kept staring at him with a smile.

Xing Dao thought about it at that time and didn't do it.

He was not afraid, he just didn't want to make things complicated.

That kid was just a fifth realm.

He didn't take the other party seriously.

The pavilion was very spacious and not luxurious. There was a faint sandalwood in the air. The snow outside the window drifted into the windowsill, which was very quiet.

He sat quietly in the attic, and his eyes could see the snow on the Lingxue Mountain that had not melted for thousands of years through the window.

Lingxue Pavilion was like this, with frost and snow all year round.

His eyes were very calm, but his fingertips kept tapping on the back of the chair, from the beginning to faster and faster.

Finally, a figure slowly emerged in the snow outside the attic.

The tapping fingertips paused, and a ray of light appeared in Xing Dao's eyes. Then he stood up, gently adjusted his sleeves, and forced a smile on his simple and silent face, and went out to greet him.

A figure in a dark green Taoist robe stepped forward in the snow. He did not hold an umbrella, but the snow fell down without staining his sleeves.

The man stepped in front of the attic, stood still for a moment, glanced at the Lingxue Pavilion Master who was holding hands to greet him, and nodded.

"Please come to greet me, Pavilion Master."

"You are too polite, Immortal Envoy."

Lingxue Pavilion Master Xing Dao clasped his fists at this moment, then flicked his sleeves and led the way into the attic.

He walked in front, but his eyes were full of thoughts.

Xing Dao was a newcomer to the Seventh Realm in the past two hundred years. His cultivation was considered fast among those in Baiyun Temple and Five Elements Sect.

Except for the emergence of a group of fast-growing demons in recent years, Xing Dao's cultivation can even be said to be both natural and opportunity.

After all, he inherited the Taoist tradition of Lingxue Pavilion, and even if he entered the Seventh Realm from the Sixth Realm, he did not encounter any difficult obstacles.

But because of this, he knew very little about some things.

This so-called "immortal envoy" was the first time he had seen it. He had only heard of it before.

As for the "Sir" mentioned by the other party, he had only heard of him in a few words, but it was vaguely known that the Taoist tradition leading to the Seven Realms in Lingxue Pavilion was passed down by the other party.

In addition, the situation in Daxuan was also created by the other party.

From the chaos a thousand years ago, at the end of the dynasty, the sects were standing side by side, opposing each other, demons were everywhere, and there were as many magic ways as dogs. Everyone who practiced was in danger. As soon as people grew up, they wanted to practice in the martial arts hall.

The whole Daxuan was like a dark forest. Either you kill me or I kill you.

Of course, these were all what Xingdao heard in the storybook. Many records were hidden in the history books, and the authenticity was questionable.

But now there is a peace, and only the seven largest families are left to sit down and discuss, which is indeed the intention of the other party.

However, it is said that every time the Sir sent out an envoy, he would bring something to each family...

This time, what will the envoy bring?

Xingdao thought silently, and there was even more hope in his heart.

A panacea to improve cultivation and lead to the Eight Realms?

Or a new Taoist tradition? Or some kind of magical power?

But all of this needs to wait until something is delivered to know.

Thinking of this, a layer of haze appeared in Xing Dao's eyes.

He led the immortal envoy to a secret room and then gently opened the door.

The secret room was empty, with only one object on the ground.

It may not be appropriate to say it is an object, because it is a person.

Ji Wuye's body was now firmly sealed in the secret room.

"Mr. Envoy, this is the beloved disciple of this Pavilion Master. I trained her for..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Xing Dao's eyes slightly focused on the hand of the envoy, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

A fruit with a black body was held in the palm of the envoy's hand.

This is the Tao fruit.

But compared with the two Tao fruits that Ye Wuyou and the ancestor of the Lu family had swallowed, this fruit is really a little small.

Can be held in the palm of the hand.

The two Dao fruits that grew in the sacred tree were as big as a baby's head.

But everything in front of him was enough to surprise Xing Dao.

The faint fragrance from the fruit, just a little smell, made Xing Dao's heart surge.

As if noticing Xing Dao's gaze, the messenger smiled faintly and said in a calm voice.

"This is Dao fruit, does Pavilion Master know it?"

Dao fruit, what is that?

Xing Dao didn't know it, but it didn't prevent him from recognizing it.

That fruit, that black fruit, can undoubtedly improve his practice.

Xing Dao's eyes were shining.

He is just a young man over 200 years old, different from the two old men from Baiyun Temple and the old woman from Five Elements Sect.

He is still young, still has dreams, and still has drive.

Since entering the Seventh Realm, although he is extremely powerful, his practice has been slow for many years, and he has not been able to find any useful elixir for the Upper Three Realms. He is still far away from the Eighth Realm Tianxuan.

Xingdao shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"I don't know, but this Dao Fruit..." Xing Dao didn't say death, but tried to say.

"Do you want to?" The messenger narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him.

Xingdao took a deep breath, and then without thinking, bowed slightly and bowed to the other party.

The attitude was extremely respectful.

It was clear that both parties were practicing at the seventh level, and Xingdao even felt that his own attainments were slightly higher than the other's.

But he can't control that much now.

"I also hope that the Immortal Envoy will give me some fruit."

Xingdao's head was buried very low, but the figure in front of him just flashed slightly and walked towards the secret room without staying in front of him.

This made Xingdao's lowered eyes look gloomy.

The words came.

"Pavilion Master, you don't have to be polite. This Dao Fruit was originally meant for you, but it's a pity."

pity?

Xingdao had raised his head at this moment, the gloomy look in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his calm eyes followed the messenger's gaze.

The messenger squatted down slightly at this moment, looked at Ji Wuye's body, and then shook his head with a sigh.

"It's a pity that your apprentice, Pavilion Master, is dead. How can dead things and living things have the same price? Therefore, I can't give you this Taoist Fruit."

Then, following the words, the messenger clenched his hands and crushed the Dao Fruit easily.

The juice was poured on Ji Wuye's corpse along with some vague aura, or in other words, this corpse was filled with strange things.

This scene made Xing Dao extremely distressed.

It would be a lie to say that I don't feel uncomfortable. The fruit of the Tao should have been given to me.

But Ji Wuye is dead...

There was strong dissatisfaction with Baiyun Temple in his heart.

That day, if Master Zhang hadn't found him, he said he was worried that his disciple Ding Wang would lose to Ye Wuyou, so he asked him to arrange for Ji Wuye to play first.

So Xingdao sold out Zhang Zhenren's face.

Then Ji Wuye died, during the fight with Ye Wuyou.

Xingdao, who had not cared about Ji Wuye's life or death before, now felt extremely regretful and gloomy in his heart.

But at this moment, he could only remain calm and watch the scene happening in front of him without showing any emotion.

An illusory black shadow was pulled out from Ji Wuye's body. It should have been illusory and weird, but the black shadow was faintly exuding some kind of moisturized luster, as if it had a layer of brilliance.

Those are traces of being nourished by the Tao Fruit.

The strangeness was further blocked by the envoy for one level, and then was pocketed.

The messenger stretched out his hand again and took out another strange thing.

But at the moment when the strangeness started, the messenger's eyes paused for a moment, and then he turned to look at Xingdao standing at the door with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

"Pavilion Master, this apprentice of yours has something strange on your body. What is it?"

Ji Wuye has two strange figures.

This is normal. If it were a weird statue, it would not be able to keep Ji Wuye alive for so long.

Xingdao knew all this and the existence of [Copy], but he really didn't know what else was on Ji Wuye's body.

Ji Wuye never revealed it to him.

"I don't know, the master of the pavilion, but maybe it's related to gender? Sir Messenger, although there are two of my disciples who are weird, the other one is of no use and I have never seen it used." Xing Dao can only speculate in this way. road.

But the messenger's eyes darkened little by little, his complexion slowly solidified, and the plain smile on his lips disappeared little by little.

The dark shadow was sealed and stored by him, and a chilling voice came from the secret room.

"This is [intimate], knowing what others are thinking. Pavilion Master, everything you want to do to her, including what is in your heart, should have been exposed long ago."

These words made Xingdao's face pause slightly, and then his expression became extremely stiff.

The messenger added, "Now, it's not certain whether your disciple is really dead. Since she had already predicted it, she might not have prepared a way for the golden cicada to escape. But if that's the case, that's it. But if something is leaked... …Lord Pavilion Master, what do you think?”

"I don't think so. My disciple should be dead, and I don't know much." Xing Dao said silently.

Now he really hopes that Ye Wuyou will kill Ji Wuye completely.

The figure in dark blue robes walked slowly in front of him, his eyes were thoughtful, and then he smiled and said softly.

"Is that so? That's right. Pavilion Master, you don't know much, and it's unlikely that anyone will notice anything."

These words made Xingdao breathe a sigh of relief.

But just as the messenger in front of him finished speaking with a chuckle, his expression suddenly changed, and the edge of his words changed. Suddenly, murderous intent burst out from his eyes, and his voice was cold and biting.

"But if there is such an eventuality that someone follows this clue and influences your Majesty, what will the Pavilion Master do?"

After being moved out by the other party, Xingdao finally no longer had any illusions and knew that the matter was serious.

But now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, what can be done?

After all, it's just in case.

He simply looked forward, his eyes narrowed and slightly intertwined, and he spoke straightforwardly.

"Then what do you think, Lord Messenger?"

The messenger did not speak, but the coldness in his eyes became even stronger, and he just looked at him like this.

This could be a big or small matter, he originally wanted to take the opportunity to put pressure on the other party and let the other party do something for him.

It's not easy to go out, and he can also make some money.

Now thinking about it, he was a little bit contemptuous of the other party, thinking that this Pavilion Master was also like the old woman of the Five Elements Sect who could be manipulated by others.

The latter kept looking at him.

Xing Dao was burly and solemn, and he was a head taller than him.

In addition, the aura of this Pavilion Master was also stronger and more powerful than that of the messenger.

But what does it matter?

The messenger's eyes flashed coldly and said sternly.

"Since the Pavilion Master asked so, do you want me to send a message to His Majesty and let you ask in person."

The messenger thought that the other party would retreat, but he never thought that the response to him was Xing Dao's clean and neat words.

"Okay."

Xing Dao wanted to improve, he wanted to improve very much, and wanted to pursue a higher realm.

For this, he could pay some price and do some troublesome things.

But the so-called messenger in front of him was not worthy of his more attention.

"Please, sir, send a message to His Majesty now." He narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke word by word.

His figure was slightly staggered, blocking the way.

The messenger paused, then looked at Xing Dao's always calm face, frowned slightly, as if he realized something.

The other party seemed to have only wanted to meet that His Majesty from beginning to end.

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The messenger held a jade token in his hand, and then swayed it gently, and an illusory light and shadow appeared in the secret room.

Xing Dao looked at the token in the other party's hand, and muttered inexplicably in his heart.

How come these old antiques who don't interact with the world also use the latest Thousand Miles Communicator, or the limited edition of the fourteenth generation Yuanfeng Blue, where did they buy it?

An illusory figure appeared faintly above the light and shadow.

The envoy, who was arrogant before, now looked calm and bowed respectfully to the illusory figure in the light curtain.

The figure in the light curtain was always illusory, and his expression, face, and even clothes could not be seen clearly.

Xing Dao looked at this scene, frowning slightly, thinking that this was really the mysterious Lord, would the other party use a fake person to deceive him?

But the next moment, Xing Dao's pupils shrank slightly.

The invisible pressure passed through the restrictions he set outside Lingxue Pavilion, passed through the light curtain, passed through the endless distance, and permeated his whole body.

What realm is this?

Xing Dao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his heart was even more shocked. He glanced around the secret room with the corner of his eyes. Except for the envoy who always bowed respectfully, no one was seen.

Across a thousand miles?

Eighth Realm Tianxuan? Nine Realm Tianshu?

No.

It was completely different from the realm he knew.

At the same time, a cold female voice sounded in his heart.

"You, want to find the Lord?"

What do you mean?

Isn't the other party that person?

"The Lord is in seclusion. If you have anything to say, just tell me. I can convey it for you." The woman's voice sounded again.

Xing Dao narrowed his eyes slightly.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter whether it is the Lord or not at this level.

This is the person he wants to find.

Xing Dao took a deep breath, finally stepped lightly, and then knelt on one knee facing the illusory light and shadow, with a solemn expression and respectful words.

"This Pavilion Master knows that this matter has serious consequences. I hope the Lord can give me a chance."

The voice was silent for a moment.

I don't know if he is communicating or thinking about something.

"How can I give you a chance?"

"From now on, I am willing to serve you and die."

The voice paused, Xing Dao's eyes drooped slightly, a gleam in his eyes, and then he looked straight ahead and said in a deep voice.

"I dare to ask the Lord for a job."

The voice was silent for a long time.

Xing Dao never got up.

Until that indifferent voice with a sneer reappeared in his heart.

"Can you seal [annihilation] and recover [thunder pool]?"

[annihilation] and [thunder pool] have always been two forbidden places of Daxuan. They can only be suppressed by manpower and cannot be sealed and recovered.

If they could be sealed, it would not have dragged on until now.

But the moment these words appeared in his mind, Xing Dao opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But he never spoke after all.

That voice sounded again, still with a sneer and sarcasm.

"Explore the Endless Sea, search for Penglai, can you do it?"

Xing Dao lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The illusory figure in the light curtain flashed for a moment.

"There is an errand. Your Excellency's immortal body is not well. He needs the wood spirit of the sacred tree as a medicine. Go find it."

Sacred tree? Lu's?

Didn't the sacred tree collapse in front of everyone?

How can I find it? I can't find it at all. Is there a second sacred tree in the world?

But then, Xing Dao's eyes froze, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

"Besides this, there is another person who used to be a member of Your Majesty's seat, named Feng Xinling, but now he has not returned yet, maybe he is related to the sacred tree spirit, you should pay more attention."

A human figure appeared in Xing Dao's mind.

That was Feng Xinling.

In addition, there was a trace of Feng Xinling's breath.

Xing Dao remembered it firmly in his mind, both in appearance and breath.

Although this move is like looking for a needle in a haystack, it is not difficult for Xing Dao to find a person's breath.

It just takes time and manpower.

Xing Dao is only over 200 years old now, and his cultivation has stagnated. He decided to try twenty times first.

The voice came again, with a hint of fatigue.

"Choose one of the two things, and I can give you the Dao fruit. If both are achieved, I will teach you on behalf of the Lord, and you can enter Tianxuan directly."

A ray of light appeared in his lowered eyes, and Xing Dao raised his eyebrows and said respectfully.

"Thank you for your grace."

"I'm tired..."

The figure in the light curtain disappeared, and the messenger frowned slightly and looked at Xing Dao.

But Xing Dao didn't care about the other party's expression at this moment, and had already turned and left.

Xing Dao was standing on the top of the white snow mountain at this moment, looking into the distance.

His face was very calm, and his eyes looked at the foot of the mountain, where the messenger with a gloomy face was walking away alone.

Looking at this scene, Xing Dao couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, and a trace of joy emerged in his heart.

Gradually, the joy grew bigger and bigger until it filled his heart.

From the top of the snowy mountain, bursts of hearty laughter could be heard from a man.