"Think about it, if you and your imperial brother were both golden immortals, would Yan Yushan choose you to inherit the throne or your imperial brother?"

Yan Jinqi was silent again. He felt that Master Murong was right. Even if he became a Xuanxian and Yan Jinyu was just a descendant, Yan Yushan would still pass the throne to Yan Jinyu.

"What do you mean..." There was a hint of hesitation in Yan Jinqi's eyes. He had already thought about it when he was at Yanliu Pavilion. He really didn't want to seek power and usurp the throne unless he had to, because that would leave him with nothing.

There are too many criticisms.

"This Yan Yushan must die. This is also the condition of the deal between me and the second prince. Use your father's death in exchange for the help of my Rakshasa Hall." Young Master Murong stood still in front of Yan Jinqi and looked at

He lowered his head and hesitated.

The air was silent for a moment, and the two people stood facing each other in silence.

"For what?" Yan Jinqi gritted her teeth.

"Because we, the Rakshasa Hall, are going to attack the Immortal Ascension Conference. Think about it, if the emperor dies during the Immortal Ascension Conference, there will be a lot of commotion in the imperial city, right?" Master Murong smiled and whispered.

"You are really planning everything!" Yan Jinyu snorted coldly through her nose.

"Okay, tell me, what should we do." He found a stone bench and sat down. The stone surface was cold, but he felt a little weak to stand.

After all, this is the grave crime of patricide. He hesitated all the way, and it was not until this moment that he finally made up his mind.

"It's very simple. After you answer the question to the palace, just burn this incense to your father." Mr. Murong did not move, but just picked up his fingers, and a plate of sandalwood appeared in his fingers.

"Scent?" Yan Jinqi looked at the sandalwood in his hand suspiciously.

The color is fine and there is a slight fragrance, there is nothing wrong with it.

"The incense is a normal incense, but I mixed some obstructive qi into it. If he inhales these miasma for a long time, his health will slowly decline, and he will die soon, and no problem can be found.

At that time, no one will know that it was you who gave the poison, they will only think that it was the hand of my Rakshasa."

"What's the price?" Yan Jinqi stared at the sandalwood in Master Murong's hand.

"The price?" A trace of sarcasm flashed across Young Master Murong's lips, but it disappeared in an instant.

"The price is very simple. I need the life of someone next to your royal brother. When the time comes, I will go and get it. You don't have to worry. If you accept it, this plate of sandalwood is here, the gate is over there, and your horse team

I'll be waiting for you at the other side of the gate." Mr. Murong placed the sandalwood on the table in front of Yan Jinqi and pointed to the black dragon gate with long fangs and claws on the side.

Yan Jinqi hesitated again and again. He stood up, put the incense in his sleeves, and then pushed open the black door.

Everything in front of them did not light up, it was still pitch black. Several people were standing there with torches, and the leader was General Zhao in black armor.

Only then did Yan Jinqi realize that she had arrived outside the Immortal City after coming out of the gate of Rakshasa Hall.

"Your Highness." General Zhao hesitated at the child's words at first, but he did not expect that Yan Jinqi actually walked out of here.

Yan Jinqi turned around and looked at the big tree behind her. He just walked out of this big tree that neither of them could hold. What just happened in the Rakshasa Hall was like a dream. Although everything

It seems extremely incredible, but this further illustrates the mystery of Rakshasa Hall.

"Go back to the imperial city!" Yan Jinqi touched the incense stick in her sleeve lonelyly.

Fortunately, the fragrance is still there.

Yan Jinqi climbed onto the sedan chair, closed the door curtains and windows tightly, and the group drove towards the imperial city overnight again.

Seven days later, in a disciple's room of the Tianshan Sect.

Gu Jiu was sitting in his room drinking tea, when suddenly a man in white opened the door and hurried in.

"Senior Brother, now that I have finished what you asked me to do, all the inner disciples selected this time must be those with the highest cultivation level!" Li Tianyi covered himself up and said to Gu Jiu mysteriously.

Even though he was in Gu Jiu's room, he still didn't dare to take it lightly for fear of being overheard by others. After all, sneaking around was a taboo of the Tianshan sect. If Mu Yunqi found out, it would be strange if he didn't get skinned.

"Okay." Gu Jiu smiled and nodded, with a sinister look on his face, "I want to see who else dares to take the stage in this year's selection of inner disciples.

The appearance of Chen Yifan out of thin air was enough to make him uncomfortable. If a few more geniuses appeared in the selection of inner disciples, where would he put Gu Jiu's face in the future? Therefore, he had to secretly interfere.

"Let's go!" He stood up and pushed open the bedroom door, and walked out with a high head. Li Tianyi behind him took small steps, looking like a big yellow dog.

"Gu Qingling, your strength is low, and you have not participated in the touchstone test. What level of mental method did you obtain from Tianji Pavilion?" The disciple in green in front of him raised his head arrogantly, holding a purple-gold brush in his right hand and a writing brush in his left hand.

Holding a roll of bamboo braid.

Gu Qingling lowered his head and looked at the jade steps on the ground.

"Return to Senior Brother, a low-ranking member of the Mysterious Order." He hesitated for a moment, but still concealed what he had truly acquired.

He has long been independent of the world. He just wants to be an ordinary young disciple in the Tianshan Sect, and does not want to cause too much trouble.

Much attention.

"Oh, that means your talent is low. We don't have many disciples with talent as low as yours. How about this, you go to the dining room and do some odd jobs!" After saying that, the senior brother glanced at Gu Qingling and handed him a wooden sign.

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"As for your room, it is next to the dining room, so it is convenient for you to work." Seeing that Gu Qingling did not take the wooden sign immediately, he sneered, threw the wooden sign directly into Gu Qingling's arms, turned around and left with disdain.

There were many new disciples behind him, and he didn't want to waste his time on a loser.

When Gu Qingling first went up the mountain, he became a disciple of Mu Yunqi, but the dining room has always been guarded by elder Sikong Yi's disciples, which meant that Mu Yunqi kicked him to Sikong Yi like a ball.

Mu Yunqi's disciples looked exactly like him.

Gu Qingling was not angry. He took the wooden sign and walked around the dining room to look for it while asking.

"You are a disciple of Mu Yun's abandoned sect. Why do you come to the dining room?" The senior brother in the dining room is a fat young man with a big belly and kind eyes. He looks very kind. When he smiles, his eyes are not big.

His eyes were narrowed to a narrow slit, making it seem like he couldn't open his eyes.

"I..." Gu Qingling was about to explain, but the fat senior brother interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"I understand, these disciples under Mu Yunqi are all virtuous and look down on those of us who are not good at cultivation and are not talented enough. It would be better if you give them some valuable things, otherwise they will be in trouble in the future.

You're going to be bullied!" The fat senior brother sighed, but still smiled.

"Senior brother knows so clearly, I guess..."

"Hey, that's right. I was also the first choice for the deputy head at the beginning, and I was squeezed into the dining room by those idiots. But don't worry, junior brother, I am the boss in this dining room, and no one dares to bully you.

I will protect you from now on. Regardless of your level of cultivation or talent, we are all good brothers. We are from the same sect and eat from the same pot. There is no distinction between high and low. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. We are responsible for eating, and we are responsible for eating.

It's very important, don't you think so?" The fat senior brother squinted his eyes. Although Gu Qingling was interrupted many times, he didn't know why, but he actually liked this senior brother who couldn't open his eyes when he talked.

"Thank you, Senior Brother. I don't know what to call Senior Brother."

"When I was young, I was fat in the village. Everyone called me Fat Li San. You can just call me Fat Senior Brother." Fat Senior Brother didn't care about his figure.

"Okay, Fat Senior Brother." Gu Qingling replied politely.

Fat Senior Brother arranged a dormitory for Gu Qingling. Except for the inner disciples, the rest of the Tianshan Sect disciples shared rooms for two persons.

The junior brother who was with Gu Qingling was also kicked out from Mu Yunqi. His surname was Chen. He was thin and a low-level immortal. He looked dull. No wonder those disciples liked to bully him.

The two of them had the same experience and were about the same age. They gradually became good friends, but Gu Qingling never told them about her past.

As the days passed, Mu Yunqi's disciples always liked to tease and insult them. When Gu Qingling listened to the fat senior brother's words, Feng Qingyun just smiled lightly.

And the junior brother named Chen always angrily scolded them behind their backs for looking down on others.

"When I have the ability in the future, I must teach these people who bully us and show them that a sparrow can turn into a phoenix!" Junior Brother Chen tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he wanted to curse.

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"Then if you become an inner disciple, will you bully other junior disciples like them?" Gu Qingling asked him softly while lying on the bed.

"Of course, I will definitely stand out in the inner disciple selection meeting in two months' time. What about you? This is a rare opportunity in three years. Do you want to follow me and give it a try?"

Gu Qingling did not look back at his fellow brothers in the eyes, he just smiled and nodded.

What about the inner disciples, what about the outer disciples, he doesn't care, he just wants to have a new family.

He recited the art of controlling the sky over and over again in his mind, but he never practiced it and never improved his strength.

Just like a beggar who possesses martial arts secrets but never practices them.

Although he lived a very busy life and was often ridiculed by his senior brothers, the fat senior brother always protected them. Gu Qingling lived a comfortable life, and the memory of being chased all the way out of Tiandu City gradually faded away.

He wondered if days like this would last until his death.

Until that day, he and several senior brothers were busy having lunch in the dining room.

"Hey, hey, don't you know that Yu Ziqing killed the leader and is about to defect? ​​Why don't you hurry up and stop him at the gate!" A disciple in Tsing Yi hurriedly rushed into the dining room door.

"What, the leader is dead? Or was it killed by the senior brother?" The fat senior brother was holding two fat and white radishes in his hands, looking confused. They couldn't believe that Mu Yunfei would be killed by Yu Ziqing.

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Gu Qingling frowned slightly and put down the knife in his hand while he was chopping vegetables.

"Hoot, what are you yelling about? He is not the senior brother now, Gu Jiu is. The senior brother asked you to stop him quickly. You must not let him leave the Tianshan sect even half a step!" The Tsing Yi disciple impatiently smashed the door frame and turned around immediately.

Ran away.

"Fat Senior Brother, what should we do?" The disciple who was busy carrying the chopping board, the one who burned firewood raised his head, and the one who was washing the fish also shook the water from his hands.

"Well, we are all disciples of the Tianshan Sect. Let's go and see first before we talk!" The fat senior brother pondered for a moment, put down the carrot in his hand, and rubbed his hands on his clothes.

Junior Brother Chen looked very excited and eager to try.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as we can kill Yu Ziqing, we don't even need to attend the selection meeting for inner disciples. The deputy head will definitely be proud of us!"

Gu Qingling listened to Junior Brother Chen's lies, smiled bitterly and shook her head.

That was a rare genius from the Tianshan Sect in a millennium. How could he be stopped by them so easily? What's more, he had just killed Mu Yunfei, who was known as the best in the world. No matter how many of them there were, they were just like moths to a flame.

generally.

Coincidentally, Grand Elder Sikong Yi and Second Elder Yin Mingyue were not in the Kunlun realm that day. Mu Yunqi was in retreat, and Third Elder Nangong Quan seemed to have disappeared.

That was the first time Gu Qingling had touched a sword since entering the mountain. They had always been in the back room, getting up early and going down the mountain to buy groceries and make meals, and almost never participated in morning exercises.

The fat senior brother also seemed to be in a hurry. The twenty or so disciples in their dining room formed a line of their own, hiding behind the other disciples to increase their momentum.

This was not the first time that Gu Qingling met Yu Ziqing. For some reason, every time he saw Yu Ziqing, there would be a bloody storm.

He will never forget that day, when it rained red in Kunlun, Yu Ziqing held a golden sword and danced wildly in white clothes, like a white lotus among lotus leaves.

He held a dark iron sword in his left hand, and with a casual swing he shattered the mountains and rivers. He held the Dragon Sword in his right hand, and when he turned his wrist, it was like a dragon roaring to the sky.

Almost all the disciples flinched. They stared at Yu Ziqing as if facing a formidable enemy. The swords in their hands only dared to point at Yu Ziqing, but did not dare to thrust out.

"Kill him, kill him!" Gu Jiu also stood in front of everyone holding a golden sword, but his momentum was not half that of Yu Ziqing.

Despite his roar, no one dared to step forward.

"Come on, come on!" Gu Jiu turned his head, his eyes swept over the faces of all the disciples one by one, and finally landed on the face of the fat senior brother.

They are disciples of the dining room, and they are also the disciples with the lowest strength in the entire Tianshan sect. No one will care if they die.

The fat senior brother hesitated while holding the silver sword in his hand.

"Come on, if you don't stop him today, I will tell the deputy leader that you will also die!" Gu Jiu walked up to the fat senior brother and said in a low voice that only they could hear.

Gu Qingling heard everything without missing a word. He couldn't believe that these words were actually spoken by a disciple of the Tianshan Sect.

The fat senior brother slowly raised his head, the flesh on his face was trembling. He looked back at the disciples following him, and held the sword in his hand tighter.

"Ah!" He roared, like a strong man going to his death, holding a sword in both hands and slashing at the man in white in front of him.

"Poof!" The long sword sliced ​​through the wind.

The fat senior brother's body fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

"Ah!" As his mountain-like body fell, the disciples in the dining room rushed forward like crazy, blocking Yu Ziqing's path with their own bodies.

However, their flesh and blood bodies did not stop Yu Ziqing from taking a few breaths.

He walked forward leisurely, and the sword in his hand pierced the chest of a disciple with just one lift, and slit the throat of another disciple with just one swing.

The junior brother Chen who slept with him every day, who talked heartily with him about his great ideals every night, when he died, his face was covered with knife marks, his eyes were clenched tightly, and his pupils were full of bloodshot eyes.

Gu Qingling will never forget the tragic look when they died.

The anger in his chest could no longer be suppressed. He raised the sword in his hand and ran towards Yu Ziqing. He raised the sword in his hand high and pointed the blade at Yu Ziqing's throat.

He had already made up his mind to die, since his life was his own anyway.

Looking at the people running in front of him, Yu Ziqingxin raised the sword in his hand. He didn't care about one more life. But when the sword was about to fall, he saw clearly the face of the person in front of him.

It was a man who was crying. His eyes were red and his purple lips were trembling. As if he had lost everything, he bit his lips tightly and tried not to make a sound.

"It's you." Yu Ziqing said two words softly. His originally solemn expression finally softened a little, and the sword in his hand never fell again.

Gu Qingling knelt on the ground weakly, and Yu Ziqing still left, but when he left, he also took away Gu Qingling's heart of rebirth after the disaster.

"Are you letting me live just so that one day I can seek revenge on you?" Gu Qingling mentioned Fat Senior Brother's sword, and his heart completely died.

He was the only one left among the twenty or so disciples in the dining room. Their bodies were simply buried at the foot of the mountain. There were no tombstones and no one remembered them.

Two months later, Gu Qingling walked onto the martial arts training ground in full view of everyone. He raised the long sword in his hand and said coldly to the senior brothers in front of him.
Chapter completed!