Luzong, gray-white rocks pile up into majestic mountains.
On the top of the mountain, the tower towers into the sky. A brilliant and magnificent halo slowly rotates around the tower, and various kinds of strange lights illuminate the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.
In the tower, each floor has a radius of tens of miles and is about ten miles high. There are sun, moon, mountains and rivers in the tower, and there are courtyards and houses. Flowers bloom here all year round, and the ancient vegetation is evergreen. Every flower, every grass, every tree.
All are ingenious and exquisite to the extreme.
I don't know how many miles away from the ground, on the top of the tower, an old man with white hair, white beard, white eyebrows and white robes sat cross-legged on the guardrail at the edge of the tower, looking down at the vast world. His eyes were filled with red light, like two little suns.
Burning.
Behind him was a tall figure that was seventeen or eighty feet tall. He looked just like the old man. His long hair was bursting with flames, and countless hair strands stretched thousands of feet into the surrounding void. There was no end to the sky.
The masculine energy of the great sun roared in, injected into the hair one after another, and continued to flow into the interior of this tall figure along the long hair.
Mo Tianchou stood obediently behind the old man, looking at the tall figure with awe and respect.
The divine soul can only be cultivated by a strong person who has all the essence, energy and spirit in his body merged into one, the three flowers gathered at the top, the five qi returned to the origin, and cut off the shackles of the life plate.
This is the foundation of immortality, this is the seed of strength, this is the key to countless mysteries in heaven and earth.
If the soul is one inch tall, the life span will be one hundred years; if the soul is one foot tall, the life span will be extended for a thousand years; if the soul is one foot tall, the life span will be ten thousand years.
The old man's soul is seventeen or eighty feet high after his death, which represents his long and long life span of one hundred and seventy thousand to eighty thousand years. For any Qi practitioner, a lifespan calculated in ten thousand years is the highest pursuit.
A perch was suspended in front of Mo Tianchou, a wisp of light emitted from the perch, and countless small and large writings flashed inside.
From the time Yin Xuuge was born, everything he did and all his actions and behaviors, including his father's family, his close relatives and distant relatives, are all available. Even Yin Xuuge studied in the Yin family. In total,
How many Guyuan Pills he got. In a certain year, in a certain month, and how his strength progressed, there are detailed records here.
The old man, who had his back to Mo Tianchou, used some magical means to read all the information on Yu Zhong and smiled softly.
"Mediocre qualifications. Others are also lackluster."
"Just an ordinary small aristocratic family. An ordinary aristocratic family."
"Did he really use Ranmusha this morning?"
Mo Tianchou bowed to the old man and saluted, his attitude was extremely respectful.
"Yes. The handyman disciple Luo Tianguang was indeed killed by Luan Musha. Although he was not skilled in using it, he still had some power."
Behind the old man, a stream of fire erupted from the top of his head, like a volcano erupting. The fire shot up to a height of over a thousand feet, smashing into pieces the roaring skyfire wind, and then the fire slowly returned to the body.
He lowered his head, and countless swaying figures flashed in his eyes. In an instant, Yin Xuege's figure appeared in his pupils.
Thousands of miles above the ground, there are countless disciples in the Luzong Mountain Gate, but in such a short period of time, the old man directly locked his eyes on Yin Xuege, who was standing at the door of his house, smiling and saluting Lan Lan.
"The Qingmu body is true, but I don't know what level of qualification it is."
"Lan family..."
After pondering for a moment, the old man waved his hand. Mo Tianchou obediently grabbed the stick that recorded all the information about Yin Xuege. With a slight shake of his hands, the two talismans on the stick flashed a strange light, and the huge stick disappeared out of thin air.
Without a trace.
Mo Tianchou knew that this piece of information had been sent to the tower and stored in the Mo family's database.
Since he is the body of Qingmu, Yin Xuege is qualified to enter the discernment of the senior officials of the Mo family. Who knows whether there will be a day of great events in the future for today's insignificant little person? From today on, Mo will be involved in every move of Yin Xuege.
A dedicated person is responsible for observing and recording.
The old man didn't say anything, so Mo Tianchou obediently kowtowed to the old man, got up and walked quickly to the magic circle in the middle of the tower.
A bright light flashed, and Mo Tianchou instantly appeared in a square at the bottom of the tower, where several young people were already waiting.
"Tianchou, what did ancestor say?"
A young man lowered his voice for fear of alarming the elders in the tower.
Mo Tianchou didn't say anything. He took a few steps forward with his hands behind his back. Suddenly he smiled coldly, stretched out his right hand and waved it down gently.
"Kill, Luo Tianguang Manmen. To pin the matter on Yin Xuuge, we must let the eldest daughter of the Luo family know that it was Yin Xuuge who used the Lu Sect's resources to kill Luo Tianguang Manmen."
"What's next?"
Another young man asked.
"Next? What does the next thing have to do with us?"
Mo Tianchou looked at the young man like he was a fool and slapped him hard on the forehead.
"Who knew that Luo Tianguang was instigated by us to find trouble with Yin Xuuge?"
"Who knew that Luo Tianguang was causing trouble for him because of my treatment of Lan Lan?"
"It's just a confusing account to begin with. There's no need to make it so clear. Let the Luo family deal with Yin Xuuge. If the Luo family can kill this lucky man with a body of green wood, that would be a good thing."
"If the Luo family can't do it...hey, it's just a green wood body, is it worth our trouble and effort?"
Mo Tianchou said this proudly, and another young man in the distance had already stepped on the smoke and rushed over as fast as a meteor. He excitedly approached Mo Tianchou, looked at the tower in front, and subconsciously lowered his voice.
.
"Tianchou, I found out clearly that this afternoon, Senior Sister Lan made an appointment with some friends from Mo Feng Pavilion to visit the 'Feiyue Valley'."
Mo Tianchou was stunned and immediately threw Yin Xuege out of the sky.
"Feiyue Valley? Hey!"
Slapping his thigh hard, Mo Tianchou smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed.
"I remembered that Qibaotang just got a batch of water rare treasures from the Sea of Shadows, and they have been selling them in Feiyue Valley in the past few days. Why am I confused? Isn't Lan Lan about to refine a batch of rare treasures recently?
A magic weapon with water attributes?"
A group of Mo family disciples stepped onto the smoke clouds happily and flew towards the distance.
Behind them, an expressionless middle-aged man took out a magic talisman, activated the sound transmission array on the talisman, and scolded him coldly.
"Luo Tianguang, a first-grade servant disciple, violated the sect's rules and disrespected the saint's statue."
"According to the law, kill Luo Tianguang's three generations of direct relatives, follow the rules of the sect, and serve as a warning to others."
"Also, there is no need to specially file and upload this matter. Let's handle it as a special matter. There is no need to let too many people know about it."
Kunwu Kingdom, Luo Kingdom, in the palace of Prince Luo. Luo Qingqing, dressed up like a noble peacock, leaned in the arms of a weak young man with a sweet smile on her face. The long palace skirt and sleeves blocked her arms.
, it can only be seen that her arms are moving at a distance.
Wearing a dragon robe, the young man who is fair and thin, as green and tender as newly sprouted bean sprouts, has sunken eyes and appears to be extremely deficient in energy is none other than Fang Dehou, the newly ascended eldest son of Prince Luo.
His elder brother, the original crown prince of Prince Qing, was assassinated without a name in Sijueling. Fortunately, Fang Dehou succeeded to the title of crown prince immediately.
Within a few days, the case of Prince Luo's Mansion was settled, and King Qing's lineage successfully took over the throne of Prince Luo. Fang Dehou became the little master of Prince Luo's Mansion in a daze. Luo Qingqing, who was very skillful, deliberately wanted to please Fang Dehou and approached Fang Dehou easily.
She easily settled on her title of Crown Princess.
At this moment, the two of them were in the back garden of Prince Luo's Mansion. Fang Dehou was trembling and leaning against a flower tree, grinning and gasping in pain and enjoyment. His hands firmly grasped the trunk of the tree behind him, and only
In this way, he could barely stabilize his body.
The flower tree trembled violently, petals fell lightly, and even leaves fell on Fang Dehou's head and shoulders.
Suddenly Fang Dehou's body trembled, he trembled violently several times, and his fair face turned red.
Luo Qingqing smiled and took out her hand, wiped the dirt on her palm with a handkerchief, and patted Fang Dehou's cheeks very affectionately.
"My young prince, this time is much better than the last time."
"It took half a cup of tea. The young prince is so powerful."
Fang Dehou laughed "hehe", he put his arm around Luo Qingqing's shoulders, and smiled contentedly.
"Qingqing, it's not that Xiao Wang is boasting here, let's just say that on this bed..."
A maid hurriedly ran over, and the sound of footsteps interrupted Fang Dehou's words and also disturbed his elegance.
Fang Dehou's eyes widened and he was about to scold her when Luo Qingqing saw the face of the maid clearly. This was a confidant she brought from the Luo family to handle some confidential, dirty and shameful things for her.
Covering Fang Dehou's mouth with one hand, Luo Qingqing gave a cold drink.
"What's going on in such a hurry? How is it appropriate?"
The maid handed over a talisman without saying a word. Luo Qingqing took the talisman and with a slight exertion of her fingers, the talisman exploded into a cloud of smoke, and several lines of clear handwriting quickly flashed inside.
"Luo Tianguang is dead? The whole family was killed? Is it Yin Xuege... who reported Luo Tianguang to the Vinaya Sect for disrespecting the saint?"
Luo Qingqing was so angry that she was trembling with rage. She raised her hands in frustration and screamed.
It’s Yin Xuege again, it’s him again!
A few days ago, she asked several juniors from the Xingkong Sect to trace the truth behind the murder of her two close juniors, and finally found Yin Xuuge's head. As a result, Lu Zong Nangongnan and others suddenly appeared, and several of her juniors were killed.
Return with success.
Coupled with the old grudge between Hebo Bobo and Yin Xuuge, Luo Qingqing already hated Yin Xuuge to her core.
What's more, Yin Xuuge deliberately lured her into a trap, but was severely injured by the Ninth Princess. If Prince Qing hadn't appeared in time at that time and rescued her, she would have been crushed by the Ninth Princess and her ashes were scattered.
Buried in the deep mountains and old forests of Sijue Mountains.
Even so, because of offending the Ninth Princess, Luo Qingqing has not dared to return to Xingkong Dharma until now. She only dares to stay in Luo Kingdom and tease the Prince of Luo every day to pass the boring time. (To be continued...