Ling Xiao's eyes were light and the smile on his lips became thicker.
In his eyes, there are two colors of yin and yang flowing, evolving the six paths of heaven and earth, which is mysterious and unpredictable.
Of course, what Ling Xiao cares more about than these rewards is Ning Chuan's surrender.
Now that the situation in Qingcang is in chaos, he still has many arrangements to make, and it is absolutely impossible for him to do everything himself.
And a madman like Ning Chuan, who is born with terrible luck and yearns to kill, is more suitable to be the blade in his hand.
After all, it is difficult for one person to reach the end of this journey of conquering the sky.
What's more, from the beginning to the end, Ling Xiao had the feeling that there seemed to be a pair of eyes above his head that was watching him all the time.
"Young Master Lingxiao!"
Just when Ling Xiao raised his feet and was about to walk towards the top of the sky, another soft call came from the ancient road behind him.
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows lightly and turned around to look, only to see Emperor Shenwu walking towards the eldest princess Wu Hongsi and Shen Jing'an walking side by side. Although their faces were pale, their smiles were extremely bright.
"The eldest princess."
Ling Xiao said indifferently. In his impression, he seemed to have nothing to do with the eldest princess. What did she mean by calling him now?
"Young Master, are you planning to return to the God War Realm?"
Wu Hongxi glanced at Yao Guang, her eyes were quite complicated, which surprised Ling Xiao.
"Elder Princess, if something happens, it's okay to say it."
"In seven days, it will be the wedding day of Jing'an and I. I would like to invite the young master, Yaoguang Buddha, and Emperor Xuanyuan to visit Emperor Shenwu as guests."
Wu Hongsi smiled bitterly and looked at Ling Xiao eagerly.
At this moment, she had some unspeakable secrets that were difficult to mention, but... as that day approached, Wu Hongxiang felt more and more that the chill in her body could no longer be suppressed.
"Oh? The eldest princess is getting married?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded lightly, "Logically speaking, I should go to congratulate you, but..."
"If the young master can come here, I, the Shenwu Emperor, will definitely welcome him. It is an honor, and..."
Wu Hongcang took a deep breath, and her face suddenly became solemn, "In this Hongcang wedding, my father will take this opportunity to open the Shenwu Ancestral Land to reward the princes of all parties. With the talent of the young master, he will definitely win a seat.
"
"Oh? Haha, I don't care about good luck or anything like that. I wonder if your Shenwu Emperor has good wine?"
Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, but there was some doubt in his heart. There was no way that Wu Hongsi paid this price just to invite him to watch the ceremony.
Moreover, the way she looked at Yao Guang just now was really ambiguous.
"Yes!! Don't worry, young master, as long as you are willing to come, the good fortune, wine, and red silk will all be arranged."
"in this way…"
Ling Xiao nodded lightly and turned to look at Yao Guang, "Buddha, why don't we go to the Shenwu Emperor's Palace?"
"Amitabha."
Yao Guang stood with one hand in front of his chest and bowed his head gently.
"In this case, the red silk will return to Emperor Wu's city first and wait for the young master. The Buddha is here, cough cough."
Wu Hongsi bowed deeply and coughed out bloodshot eyes from the corner of her mouth.
Beside her, Shen Jing An reached out to hold her arm, took out a white handkerchief from her arms, and gently wiped away the bloodshot corners of her mouth.
"Okay, princess, go first, Ling will arrive soon."
"Welcome to the eldest princess, the blood-clothed marquis returns to the palace."
From the sky, dozens of soldiers in golden armor suddenly appeared, heading towards the east direction to meet Wu Hongsi and Shen Jing'an.
It wasn't until everyone disappeared that Ling Xiao frowned and looked at Yao Guang, "Buddha and this Wu Hong Silk are old acquaintances?"
"Amitabha, although the poor monk has experienced in the mortal world, he has not even the slightest friendship with the eldest princess, but..."
Yao Guang stopped talking, her Buddha nature rippling leisurely, "I can guess why the eldest princess invited me so warmly."
"Oh? Tell me."
"The poor monk cultivates Buddhist magical powers, and he is particularly resistant to the auras of ghosts and evil spirits. This eldest princess has an extremely ghastly aura that looks like a ghost but not a ghost. She is looking for the poor monk probably for this reason."
Yaoguang's eyes are deep and the Buddha's radiance shines everywhere.
Above his head, there is a statue of Buddha standing faintly, trying to suppress all evil spirits.
"Looks like a ghost but not a ghost?"
Ling Xiao looked amused, but there was some speculation in his heart.
If Wu Hongsi had no luck, maybe there would be some story behind her hidden illness.
However, this eldest princess of the divine dynasty is not very lucky, but she has nearly ten thousand people. How did she get plotted against her?
Is it possible…
Suddenly, Ling Xiao seemed to think of something. It seemed that this princess wedding might not be as peaceful as imagined.
"Let's go. Let's go back to the God War Territory to rest for two days before setting off for Emperor Wu's City."
The moment Ling Xiao stepped forward, he saw a golden dragon and jade chariot falling from the sky.
Xuanyuan Weiyang hugged Ling Xiao's arm and got on the chariot together.
Behind the two of them, Ningchuan and Yaoguang split into two sides, walking towards the sky with bright steps.
At this time, on the top of the holy peak of Daotian Academy, the master of Daotian Palace was standing on the top of the peak with his hands behind his back, looking at the blue and blue geniuses who were leaving one after another.
For some reason, he always felt that everything that happened today seemed...too much of a coincidence.
From Yu Yi's expression, he could easily see that the elder guarding the temple was definitely not killed by him.
But, if it was the old demon who killed someone, how could he only take away a copy of Baiji's classics?
These two things seem to be closely related, but they are completely independent, but they overlap in time.
Faintly, Lord Daotian always felt that all this seemed to be... deliberately arranged.
even!!
Even if the old demon tribe stole the demon bones that day, why didn't he have a trace of the Azure Dragon Spiritual Vein on his body?
Who is the one?
In the mind of Lord Daotian, there are only a few people who can have such a scheming plan.
And there is probably only one person who happens to be in his Daotian Academy who has such a great talent, the young master of the Ling clan.
He had heard a lot of rumors about this young master recently.
Love righteousness and be upright.
There is both the beauty of the emperor and the talent of the emperor.
However, with the experience of Daotian Palace Master, it is impossible to see that there is always a trace of deliberateness behind all this.
Of course, it is human nature to be young and frivolous and like fame.
However, everything in this world is complementary to each other and exists in opposition to each other.
Often, the brightest places hide the purest darkness.
Lord Daotian has his own experience of this.
only!!
Today, Ling Xiao was in the Sutra Lecture Hall talking about Sutras and Taoism with him from beginning to end, never leaving for a moment.
And with his cultivation level, how could he not feel the surging blood, energy and rhythm all over that young man.
In other words, Master Daotian doesn't believe that someone can make a mystery under his nose.
What exactly is going on?
"Buzz."
Just as Master Daotian was thinking secretly, a deep voice suddenly came from his soul sea, "What's the matter?"
"grown ups…"
It is unimaginable that as the master of Daotian Palace, a trace of fear appeared on his face at this time.
"The demon bones... were stolen."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong uneasiness flashed in the eyes of this human saint, as if he had made a big mistake and was waiting to be judged!