On the mornings of the first and fifteenth day of every month, Chen Xuanjun would come to the Chen Family Ancestral Hall to offer incense and worship.
At this moment, he was holding burning incense in his hand with a solemn expression.
The old Taoist priest surnamed Jiang squatted on the threshold and cracked melon seeds, spitting everywhere. From time to time, he raised his head and glanced at Bai Nanxian under the pine tree in front of him.
"What do you mean? It's your idea. You have to give me an explanation on how to proceed." Jiang Yuezhong spat out the skin of melon seeds and said, "Sent out thirty-five spies, plus your Yunzong people, seventy or eighty.
Are you here? If one of them didn’t come back, what’s the matter?”
Bai Nanxian ignored him, leaning against the pine tree and playing with his cell phone, as if he didn't hear the old Taoist priest's complaints.
Jiang Yuezhong said angrily: "Hey, are you mute?"
"Is it useful for me to tell you?" Bai Nanxian put away his cell phone, put his hands in his trouser pockets and said, "The Chen family has died, and many disciples of the Yunzong have also died. This matter was discussed by the three of us from beginning to end.
What? Now you are planning to let me take the blame alone?"
"What do I mean?" Jiang Yuezhong licked his lips and said, "You can just die if you die. I'm asking you about your plans later."
"The Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun and Su Xinglan have both gone to Mojiazhai, so they obviously can't get enough of the cup."
“I expected to fish in troubled waters, but it turned out that the water was not muddy enough and I didn’t see any fish.”
Jiang Yuezhong said distressedly: "The fortune of the real phoenix is right in front of me. Greedy, greedy is drooling. I can't eat it. Do you think I'm angry or not?"
Bai Nanxian was about to speak when Chen Xuanjun, who had finished offering the incense, turned around and walked out, with a gloomy look on his brows and said: "Even if we don't get the luck of the true phoenix, we definitely can't let Lingxi come back."
"If I ruin my life for thirteen years, this girl must die."
Jiang Yuezhong moved his mouth but did not dare to make a sound.
Bai Nanxian smiled bitterly and said: "With Su Xinglan guarding us, it will be difficult for us to take Lingxi's life."
"If we go for a head-on collision at all costs, the forces hiding behind will comfortably reap the benefits."
"This is overwhelming for us."
Chen Xuanjun looked livid and said, "So this time your work was in vain?"
"That's not necessarily true. At least we are sure that the true Phoenix's destiny lies with Lingxi." Bai Nanxian affirmed: "Her destiny has been completely exposed. When she returns to Zhongzhou, will there be many people who want to kill her?"
"Let me tell you, instead of getting entangled in this matter, it is better to set up in Zhongzhou as soon as possible and wait for Lingxi to come back."
"Isn't it the same wherever you die?"
Chen Xuanjun seemed to be interested and said: "If you have any ideas, just say it."
Bai Nanxian smiled mysteriously: "I have to ask Fourth Master to borrow someone."
"Who?" Chen Xuanjun asked.
"Su Tongyuan." Bai Nanxian walked out from under the pine tree and said in a low voice: "If Fourth Master can borrow Su Tongyuan to bewitch Suning, I can use Su Tongyuan to kill Lingxi."
"It's just that if this happens, Su Tongyuan may die, depending on whether she is willing to give up this beautiful stepdaughter."
Chen Xuanjun said calmly: "I want to hear the specific plan."
Bai Nanxian leaned over and whispered in Chen Xuanjun's ear for a long time, deliberately not letting Jiang Yuezhong hear.
The old traitor from the Taoist sect wiped his nose and muttered in a low voice: "The labor and management poisoned Suning once, and he was beaten to the point of being knocked down by that lunatic."
