That's What Villains Are Like

In the southern area of ​​the imperial capital, in a relatively low square room made of bluestone bricks, a young man with a fair face and a handsome face wearing a blue brocade gown was sitting cross-legged on a hard wooden bed with his eyes closed.

His face was slightly pale, and there seemed to be hidden injuries on his body. As he practiced healing, his brows would wrinkle from time to time, showing some pain.

Wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered around him, seemingly turning into whirlpools of spiritual energy one after another, coiling around him.

Suddenly, this fair-skinned and handsome young man opened his mouth wide, and blood spurted out with a loud sound. His face, which was originally a bit dark green, was also recovering quickly.

He opened his eyes, showing a hint of exhaustion.

"The injury has finally gotten better, but it's still not easy to leave the Imperial Capital these days. Even flies can't fly out of the forbidden airspace..."

Secretly feeling his current injury, the young man frowned.

He stretched out his palm, and a wave of soul energy flashed across it, turning into a wisp of blue smoke, and a vague ancient figure emerged.

It was Ye Ming and Lao Gui.

He was suddenly attacked by Jiang Lan that day. Although Ye Ming used a trump card and escaped in time, he was seriously injured and had to change his appearance again, lurking in this civilian area and silently recovering from his injuries.

Therefore, whether it was the Southern Hunting Exercise in the Qianyuan Cave Realm or the attack on the imperial palace by the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect, he had never participated.

After all, he was seriously injured and it was difficult to even move. He tried his best to cover up all his aura, so how could he participate in those things?

But in the past two days, he has inexplicably become the culprit and the person behind the chaos in the Qianyuan Cave Realm. Once again, he has been shouldered a blame that cannot be taken off.

Not only that, but his identity as "Zhang Yuan", who had repeatedly changed his body and changed his body, was revealed and he became a street rat that everyone wanted to beat.

Ye Ming knew that all of this was done by Jiang Lan behind the scenes. He would suddenly show up that night and attack him, just to seriously injure himself so that he would be unable to move for several days.

In this way, even if he had not participated in the Nanshou Exercise Rebellion, he would not be able to defend himself, just like the last time he was in Zhenjun Zixia's secret cave.

From now on, no matter who he is, he is a remnant of the Blood Immortal Sect and a successor of the Blood Immortal Sect.

And the real man behind the scenes, Jiang Lan, was hiding in the dark as always, planning and manipulating everything.

"Jiang Lan, we will fight to the death..." Ye Ming's eyes were full of hatred, and his fists clenched.

However, this anger triggered the injury in his body, causing bursts of tearing pain in his chest.

His face suddenly became gloomy, and everyone thought that Jiang Lang had just started practicing and was not afraid of his strength.

But little did he know that the older generation and old antiques who had been practicing for hundreds of years were no match for him. When he faced Jiang Lan that night, he used many methods, but he couldn't even withstand his palm, and he was seriously injured in an instant.

This strength made Ye Ming tremble and unwilling.

"Old ghost, is a born saint really invincible?" he asked in a deep voice.

At this moment, he remembered the situation when he first met Jiang Lan on the Bloody Plateau. It was really unimaginable that a young man could control the power of law. This was already a Tao-like method.

"What does it mean to be a born saint? A born saint is because such a person is destined to become a saint and become an ancestor."

"In my long life, I have seen very few similar people. As long as they don't perish or suffer disaster, they will definitely be earth-shattering people in the future."

"Besides, even I can't figure out this son's fate."

"His luck is hidden and invisible. Although it doesn't look as vigorous as yours, but with the means of a born saint, how can his destiny be simple? I suspect that it is a capable person from the Prime Minister's Mansion who took action to cover up his Qi. Luck, otherwise it would be impossible to lie dormant until now and not be known to the world. If the ancient immortal sect returns and reappears in the world, they will definitely snatch it away. "

"A born saint, in addition to his unparalleled qualifications and profound blessings, his wisdom and calculations are far beyond those of his peers. Why do you fail to defeat him every time and are played and controlled by him? It's because you have both qualifications and wisdom. , the calculations are far inferior to him..."

The old ghost said leisurely, ignoring Ye Ming's face that gradually became ugly.

He did tell the truth. During the years of following Ye Ming, Ye Ming had encountered many enemies and disasters, and he was able to survive each time without any danger.

But there has never been anyone like Jiang Lan who made Ye Ming feel so desperate and powerless, as if he was being played in the Wuzhi Mountain and could not escape at all.

Even he now has no good way to help Ye Ming get out of this predicament.

The old ghost had to admit with emotion that the qualifications of a born saint are indeed terrifying.

Fortunately, Ye Ming's existence now requires him to be the one who takes the blame and temporarily attract the attention of the world for Jiang Lan, so he will not kill Ye Ming.

Otherwise, Ye Ming will undoubtedly die, and there will be no solution to this situation.

"Since ancient times, qualifications have represented the talent, wisdom, character and many other aspects of spiritual cultivation. How can ordinary people hide their humiliation and endure being scolded for so many years when they have no time to care for their feathers? From this point of view, we know that that person is An extremely scary and difficult guy..."

"Then there's nothing you can do? There's no hope for me to take revenge..."

Listening to these words, Ye Ming felt that his heart became heavier and weaker, and he was very unwilling.

The old ghost didn't seem surprised at all. He looked at him with a smile and said, "However, you don't have to be discouraged. Although the born saint is powerful, he is not invincible. There are not born saints who have fallen since ancient times. Moreover, in On top of the qualifications of a natural saint, you also have the qualifications to banish an immortal, and I saw in you a trace of the protagonist of heaven and earth..."

"The protagonist of heaven and earth?"

Ye Ming became energetic. This was the first time he heard the old ghost mention this.

"The girl in white who appeared in Qianyuan Mansion that day should be the one who is destined to be banished to immortality."

"This is a destiny physique that is rare throughout the ages. In the future, he will definitely become an invincible giant. Of course, whether he is a born saint or has the talent to be banished to an immortal, he may not be able to become the protagonist of the world..."

"The protagonist of Heaven and Earth is very strange. He can't explain it. He may not be powerful or special when he is born. He may even be far inferior to ordinary people, but he has a temperament as tough as grass that makes him He gritted his teeth and survived many disasters, and then became stronger and more invincible, until he surpassed everyone." The old ghost explained.

Ye Ming was stunned when he heard it, and then his eyes bloomed with astonishing brilliance.

"So, am I likely to be the protagonist of the world you mentioned, old ghost?" he asked.

The old ghost smiled and said, "How can I know everything in the world? I just think that you don't have to be discouraged. Haven't you encountered many disasters and hardships along the way? Even enemies that are far more powerful than you, In the end, you were defeated."

"Your qualifications were not even able to practice at first, but now you have the cultivation strength to match the young genius. This is the unpredictable luck of ghosts and gods. And now Jiang Lan is your biggest disaster. As long as you Overcome this difficult situation and catastrophe, and we will surely soar to the sky in the future..."

Hearing this, Ye Ming swept away his dejected look, but instead became energetic and energetic.

Yes, what the old ghost said is right. Those enemies who were far more powerful than him and the desperate situations they encountered were not defeated by him in the end.

He still has a long way to go in the future, and Jiang Lan now will only become his stepping stone in the end.

Seeing that Ye Ming finally raised his fighting spirit, the old ghost nodded approvingly.

He was really afraid that Ye Ming would never recover from this. Now he and Ye Ming could not be separated. If he wanted to break away and rebuild his body in the future, he would have to rely on Ye Ming.

"Let's put aside the idea of ​​revenge for now. Since Jiang Lan plans to take the blame on you, it means you are safe."

"After the security patrols in the imperial capital are relaxed, I will take you to find an old friend. To be precise, it should be a disciple I once taught."

"His experience is somewhat similar to yours. He rose from a weak position and was not welcomed by his family at the beginning. He even had his Dantian broken due to the wrong practice of exercises, and his fiancée came to break off the engagement and was humiliated..." the old ghost said.

Hearing this, Ye Ming also showed some expectation. It should not be easy for a disciple to be recognized by the old ghost.

…

When Emperor Xia ascended the throne as the empress, and while being impeached by the elders from various ministers, royal families and clan houses, she began to drastically rectify the situation in the court.

Jiang Lan did not take any time off and started to make next plans.

At the beginning of the moonlight, I was still in the old place of Linshui Zhai.

Song Youwei had been waiting for him there for a long time. Her hair was tied up high, she was wearing a white gauze skirt, her waist was tied with water-blue soft tobacco into a begonia-like pattern, and she had a jade hairpin inserted diagonally into her bun, which was half up. Her legs, set off by the skirt, were even more slender and round, and her skin was as white as snow, with a gleaming sheen.

Under the silk-thin socks, the jade feet were crystal clear, and the arches of the feet were delicate and white, playfully dyed with cinnamon.

"It seems that you are bold. If you continue to hide in the imperial capital at this time, aren't you afraid that you will be uprooted one day?" Jiang Lan sat down opposite her, his eyes fell naturally in front of him, and he admired it calmly. With.

While pouring tea for him, Song Youwei smiled and said nonchalantly, "I believe Mr. Jiang will not be indifferent when he sees me being kidnapped by Jian Tiansi."

"That's true, but aren't you causing trouble for me?" Jiang Lan picked up the tea and took a sip.

He found that since he complimented Song Youwei on her beautiful feet last time, she seemed to have changed her ways to show her charm in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally.

Facts have proven that compliments are always a powerful tool for women.

A beautiful girl like Song Youwei is not exempt from vulgarity.

Therefore, Jiang Lan appreciated it openly.

Song Youwei noticed his gaze, her pursed red lips showed a deeper smile, and she sat upright slightly.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Jiang Lan got straight to the point.

Song Youwei usually wouldn't take the initiative to come to him. Most of the time, he would contact her only when he had something to tell Song Youwei.

In fact, he happened to want to see Song Youwei for something, but considering that recently in the imperial capital, Supervisor Tiansi was vigorously investigating the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect.

If something goes wrong and the trace is noticed by Supervisor Tiansi, Song Youwei will hit the muzzle of the gun directly, so she will give up for now.

"Young Master Jiang is such a noble man who forgets things so much. Have you forgotten something?"

Song Youwei blinked her eyes and stared at Jiang Lan, but seeing that his stunned expression didn't seem to be fake, she immediately arched her eyebrows slightly and said, "Did you forget... to give me the antidote?"

"Antidote?"

Jiang Lan suddenly remembered when she reminded her, but wasn't it less than three months ago?

The last time I gave her the so-called antidote was more than a month ago, and it was still far away from the three-month period when I fooled her.

"Next, I may leave Zhongtian Prefecture. The top leaders of the Blood Immortal Sect discovered that there are traces of suspected descendants of the leader of the Blood Immortal Ancestor in Dongyuan Prefecture. They plan to send many elders and disciples there. I also need Escort.”

"I don't know how long it will take to return to Zhongtian Prefecture. I'm afraid that there will be no antidote for the poison and I will die on the way, so I thought of looking for Mr. Jiang to ask for more antidote." Song Youwei explained straightforwardly. road.

Jiang Lan frowned immediately when he heard this.

The leader of the Blood Immortal Sect, the descendant of the Blood Immortal Ancestor?

In his memory, this would appear very later in the plot, and it involved the backhand left by the blood fairy ancestor.

The ancestor of the Blood Immortal had long expected that he would have a catastrophe that might lead to his death, so he abandoned his body in his previous life and rebuilt his life-defying body. He also left a trace of his life soul to be nurtured among his descendants. His Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit Yuan Fei is a supreme physical container in the blood fairy sect's inheritance. It can carry two souls and three bodies, and has unlimited potential.

Each soul is an independent and complete life entity and will not be affected. It is mastered once and dormant in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. As long as one soul is immortal, the body will not die.

The Three-Body Body can accommodate the three bodies of humans, monsters, and demons, and combine them into the embryo of the Yuanling. It combines the strengths of the three clans into one body, rebels against the innate, evolves chaos, nourishes Taichu, and achieves the most powerful thing. The physical body has endless life.

If combined with the many inheritances of the Blood Immortal Sect, it can have an effect comparable to the weakened Fate Fruit.

Jiang Lan thought about the relevant memories. Once the Blood Immortal Ancestor is born, he will definitely be able to know the true whereabouts of the Blood Immortal Cult inheritance. This is not good news for him.

"I need to strike first and not let him return safely, otherwise I will be in a passive position."

The news revealed by Song Youwei made Jiang Lan look deeply.

"What's wrong?"

Song Youwei didn't know why Jiang Lan suddenly frowned, lost in thought, stretched out her white jade hand and waved it in front of him.

"If a guy named Xue Wuchen appears among the descendants of the ancestor of the Blood Immortal, then you should keep an eye on him and pay attention to his actions."

Jiang Lan came back from his thoughts, stretched out his hand, and three bottles of healing Qingling Pills appeared among them and were placed on the tea table.

It will take time for the Blood Immortal Ancestor's life soul to revive, and it is impossible to fuse and seize the offspring directly.

"Xue Wuchen?" Song Youwei nodded and secretly remembered the name.

She felt that Jiang Lan really had the ability to predict the future. This kind of method was really incredible.

The Blood Immortal Ancestor's hometown is located in Dongyuan Prefecture, which is so far away from Zhongtian Prefecture, hundreds of millions of miles apart. How does he know the situation there?

Is it possible that a born saint can really seek good fortune, avoid misfortune, and deduce and calculate the future?

"Before you go on the road, tell me in advance and I will prepare some things for you that will come in handy." Jiang Lan had no intention of explaining.

Song Youwei is very smart and obedient. She doesn't ask questions that should be asked, and she understands what should be known and what should not be known.

It's just that once Song Youwei sets foot on Dongyuanzhou, he will lack a capable manpower around him.

"Worried about my safety?" Song Youwei smiled.

"Dongyuan Prefecture is not as good as Zhongtian Prefecture, where the Taoist holy land is entrenched, the cave heaven blessed land is numerous, and it is chaotic and disorderly. It is always right to prepare more life-saving means with you."

"If something happens to you, I will be very sad." Jiang Lan said.

The main reason was that he planned to do something in advance on the descendants chosen by the Blood Immortal Ancestor, and needed to prepare some things to give to Song Youwei.

"You underestimate my strength again."

Song Youwei's nose wrinkled slightly, but even so, she was still very happy. After all, Jiang Lan really regarded her as one of his own and would care about her safety.

"The best way to live in the world is to be careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship, and to be steady and cautious." Jiang Lan took a sip of tea.

"But now you can no longer hide your clumsiness. After the Nanshou exercise, all the major families began to pay attention to you. In the past few days, my informants have helped you get rid of many spies who wanted to know about you... ..." Song Youwei also picked up the teacup, and gently licked her red lips as red as petals.

"Just ask around. Anyway, I don't have any secrets." Jiang Lan looked indifferent.

"I'm surprised that Emperor Xia is a woman. Did you already know that?"

Song Youwei looked very interested in this and said, "Are you doing it for Emperor Xia and not willing to expose it?"

"Why is your tone so sour?" Jiang Lan asked without answering.

Song Youwei smiled and said, "Because I'm jealous."

Jiang Lan glanced at her. Song Youwei was more courageous than before. She looked gentle, elegant, dignified and bookish. As a result, her tone gradually became frivolous, and now she began to tease him.

However, he was too lazy to argue with her, and there was no point in bickering. The reason why Song Youwei talked to him like this now was because she gradually relaxed her guard and vigilance towards him and already trusted him.

This is good news, after all, such capable subordinates are not easy to find.

"Is this the Qingling Pill?"

"I always feel like I was deceived by you from the beginning."

When Song Youwei saw that Jiang Lan was ignoring her, she took the three bottles of elixirs, uncorked one of them, broke the wax seal, and immediately smelled a familiar scent.

"What do you think?" Jiang Lan said, "Maybe if I don't take it for three months, we'll see if the Heart-Eating Pill will take effect."

"Disgusting..." Song Youwei glanced at him.

"Before leaving for Zhongyuan Prefecture, I have something I need you to do." Jiang Lan remembered the thing he had been thinking about before.

I originally planned to put it on hold and wait for a while.

But once Song Youwei left, it would be difficult for him to handle this matter.

"What happened?" Song Youwei blinked.

Jiang Lan made a silent gesture and motioned for her to sit down with her ear bent. Song Youwei did not doubt it and moved towards him.

A fragrant fragrance lingers, like orchids in the empty valley, it smells really good.

Jiang Lan reached out and grabbed Song Youwei's soft waist. She was slightly surprised, but did not resist. Instead, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she came closer, exhaling like a blue breath, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Hold tight."

Jiang Lan just said that and ignored her.

Then the consciousness was immersed in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, which directly alarmed the Zhenlong Xi inside. At the moment when it was about to riot, the package instantly pulled out a wisp of breath, and then evacuated the consciousness from the Niwan Palace of the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness.

And the aura of the Dragon-Suppressing Seal that was pulled out was sealed in Song Youwei's palm.

"This is?"

Song Youwei was surprised. She could feel the blazing feeling coming from her palm, like a real dragon leaping, as if trying to break free, with a brilliant aura like the power of heaven.

"A wisp of national destiny comes from the national weapon Zhenlong Seal."

Jiang Lan explained casually, and then strengthened the seal to ensure that the breath would not leak easily.

"National weapon Zhenlongxi?"

Song Youwei was surprised, but also slightly disappointed.

"What do I need to do next?" she asked.

"I need you to write a special letter as a member of the Blood Immortal Cult and send someone to deliver it to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Jiang Lan said.

Song Youwei was smart and understood Jiang Lan's intention immediately.

Although the royal family has blocked many information, Jiang Lan was able to bring out this ray of national destiny. It is very likely that the national weapon Zhenlong Seal has been lost, which is something that many high-level officials of the Blood Immortal Sect cannot do.

He actually did it.

…

The next day, in the prime minister's mansion.

Prime Minister Jiang Lintian was returning to his study after morning service when he received a secret letter from the housekeeper.

He sensed the faint aura coming from above, opened it, and then scanned the contents. His face suddenly sank, and his eyes showed a bit of uncertainty.

The housekeeper in the study stood with his head bowed, his expression also very heavy.

"Master, this secret letter was sent by someone who claimed to be from the Blood Immortal Sect. There is still a corresponding aura in it, so it cannot be fake." The housekeeper said solemnly.

"I already know. You go down."

"Call Lan'er over by the way."

Jiang Lintian frowned, looking at the contents of the secret letter, and sensing the subtle aura sealed in it, he felt that things were a little tricky.

But if the content of the letter is true, this is a heavy blow to Emperor Xia.

But for Daxia, this is not good news.

Soon, Jiang Lan came to the study.

Jiang Lintian looked at him and handed over the secret letter in his hand.

"The situation in the DPRK and China has been turbulent in the past few days. Emperor Xia cut through the mess quickly and did not panic at all in the face of the impeachment by a group of ministers. She dealt with all the disobedient people with iron and blood, and even rewritten the rules of the Xia royal family. "

"My father is watching the situation quietly and not getting involved. I will wait until the situation continues to evolve and exceed Emperor Xia's control before I take action..."

"But today, there are remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect who have sent such a secret letter."

"Lan'er, what do you think?"

Jiang Lan scanned the contents of the secret letter and seemed to feel that the problem was a bit difficult to solve. He frowned slightly and said, "The people from the Blood Immortal Cult leaked this news to their father, presumably because they wanted him to use it as an excuse, so that Emperor Xia was in a hurry. Gradually, Lost popular support."

"As a result, Daxia will inevitably become a piece of loose sand, and the Blood Immortal Sect will have an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"His heart can be described as extremely sinister."

Jiang Lintian nodded and said, "My father did not expect that the national weapon Zhenlong Seal would be lost and fall into the hands of the Blood Immortal Sect. Emperor Xia perfectly covered up the matter on the pretext of breaking through the eight realms and taking control of the Dragon Zhensi Seal. No one else knows, she was kept in the dark."

"In this letter, there is a trace of the national destiny accumulated over time in the national equipment, and it should not be fake."

"Since it is a lie, there will be a day when the paper cannot contain the fire."

"It's just that the Blood Immortal Sect didn't spread the news widely, but instead informed my father in a secret letter. He must have been sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, or for other reasons, he couldn't spread the news widely... ..." Jiang Lan seemed to guess.

Jiang Lintian nodded in agreement and said, "After all, the national weapon is the property of Daxia. Although it is lost, its power still exists. Even if the Blood Immortal Sect took out the real national weapon, it could not activate it and completely destroy the people." If you are not convinced, it will be very easy for Emperor Xia to get the leverage to turn around and carry out the crime of confusing the truth with falsehoods and confusing the public with evil words to carry out a purge."

"After all, those who can distinguish the true and false of national weapons must at least have some profound cultivation. Even if the Blood Immortal Sect advertises it widely, it will be difficult to have a great effect. This is not a good idea."

"My father said that, so he must have some countermeasures in mind." Jiang Lan smiled.

Jiang Lintian sighed, "Although my father is called a wolf by the world and brings trouble to the imperial court, the chaos in the country of Da Xia will not do any good to my father. The Blood Immortal Sect wants to use my hand to suppress Emperor Xia and destroy the situation. , but he underestimates his father."

"Haha, that's true, but this secret letter also gave my father a way to threaten Emperor Xia." Jiang Lan said with a smile.

Jiang Lintian agreed, "It is true. With this letter as a handle, Emperor Xia has no choice but to let others manipulate him even if he has broken through the Eighth Realm."

Having said this, he glanced at Jiang Lan.

"Father, don't worry. The child knows what to do and knows what to do. It's all up to his father to save his face." Jiang Lan was still smiling.

Although he asked Song Youwei to send this letter in the name of the Blood Immortal Cult, many of its contents were handled by him personally, including the breath in it, so there would be no flaws left.

Emperor Xia's breakthrough to the eighth level is indeed not as easy as before, but he still has many ways.