Bai Mengjin had no interest and ate the food slowly.
The craftsmanship of Zhaixinglou is slightly different from what I remember. After all, there are thousands of years apart and the chefs are not the same group. But the taste is very good and the price is worth it.
Bai Menglian gave him face and said: "What?"
Bai Mengxing glanced around and lowered his voice: "It turns out that Master Ling is suffering from a severe condition and cannot practice!"
Bai Menglian said "Ah". After being surprised, he was very puzzled: "Can't practice? So he is a mortal? How can he be the young sect leader? That is the Wuji Sect, one of the top three sects, the leader of the immortal sects in the world!"
This is indeed a problem, and Bai Mengxing was also confused: "Yes, how could the Wuji Sect allow a mortal to be the young sect leader?"
Bai Mengjin put down his chopsticks and said, "He is not a mortal!"
The two brothers and sisters looked over: "You know?"
Bai Mengjin nodded and lied casually: "Senior Sister Yue told me."
She was close to Yue Yunqiao, and neither of them had any doubts. Bai Mengxing wanted to know the answer, and asked quickly: "Since he can't practice, why is he not a mortal? He can't be born with cultivation, right?"
"Absolutely." Bai Mengjin searched his memory, "Do you know why he is the young sect leader?"
"Because his father is the sect leader." Bai Mengxing answered quickly.
"Wrong." Bai Mengjin announced the answer with a smile, "The current sect leader of Wuji Sect is his uncle, but the position of sect leader was actually inherited from his maternal grandfather."
"Ah?" It sounded a bit complicated, and Bai Mengxing scratched his head.
Bai Mengjin slowly talked about old things: "The last old sect leader of Wuji Sect was named Jiang. He was also a strong man who defeated the demon clan in his early years. He had a daughter who was originally trained according to the next generation of sect masters. Who knew that more than ten years ago, he guarded Minghe River?
At that time, they encountered a demonic attack. At that time, Master Ling Shao was still in the womb, and his mother, Mrs. Jiang, had a fetal movement and gave birth prematurely. The child was injured by the demonic energy, and it was difficult for him to survive. Mrs. Jiang had a motherly heart,
He used a secret method to transfer his cultivation to his son, thus saving his life."
Bai Menglian was surprised and asked quickly: "What about Mrs. Jiang?"
"Of course he died." Bai Mengjin said calmly, "You are injured and you have given up your cultivation. How can you survive?"
Bai Menglian was a little sad: "It sounds like Mrs. Jiang is also a heroic girl. What a pity!"
Bai Mengjin nodded in agreement: "Mrs. Jiang had already cultivated into a god at that time, and all this huge magic power was sealed within Ling Shao Sect's body through secret methods, so he had the magic power to protect himself without practicing."
Bai Mengxing was heartless and a little envious: "Is there such a good thing?"
Without waiting for Bai Meng to curse, Bai Mengjin glanced over with a smile but not a smile: "What's good, that's why his terminal pulse came from this. He has no magic power and can't use it. He can't even release a flame."
Bai Mengxing thought for a while: "That's not bad, isn't it just that you can't fight? You can live a long time with cultivation...ah!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Menglian gave him a slap in the face. He held his head and said pitifully: "Sister..."
"Why don't you think about where his cultivation level comes from? It was his mother's life in exchange for his cultivation level. Are you willing to ask your mother to give you her life in exchange for your cultivation level?"
Even if Bai Mengxing had all sorts of faults, he was still filial to his mother. He shook his head honestly: "I don't want to."
Bai Menglian's expression softened slightly, feeling that this younger brother could still be saved, although not much.
She turned back and asked: "By the way, where is the father of Master Ling? Who is the master?"
"The Ling family is also an Xianmen family with a high status in the Wuji Sect, and they are a perfect match for Mrs. Jiang. At that time, the couple guarded Minghe River together. Mrs. Jiang died in the battle, and her husband also disappeared in that battle.
It is very likely that he fell into the Ming River and died at the hands of the ghost."
"How miserable!" Bai Menglian sighed, "Master Ling looks so majestic, but his life experience turns out to be so pitiful."
Bai Mengjin disagreed: "I haven't said anything about what happened next!"
"Is there more later?"
Bai Menglian thought of something: "By the way, isn't his grandfather still there? Why was the position of sect leader passed to his uncle?"
Seeing that she had discovered the key point, Bai Mengjin nodded approvingly: "That's the problem. Old Sect Leader Jiang couldn't accept the death of his daughter, so he went to Minghe River to look for her soul. He didn't know what happened, and he passed away not long after he came back. Mr. Ling
The sect leader lost his parents and grandfather when he was still in his infancy, and became an orphan."
Bai Menglian felt sad when he heard this, and asked: "Then his uncle treats him well, right? He raised him up and made him the young sect leader."
Bai Mengjin shook his head: "Old Sect Master Jiang and his daughter have worked hard, and the Wuji Sect still wants to pass on the position of Sect Master to their remaining bloodline. How this was discussed is unknown to outsiders. According to the rumors, this Sect Master is
The position actually belongs to Sect Master Ling Shao, but he is still young and his broken pulse has not yet been cured, so his uncle will temporarily take over."
In fact, she felt that there must be some unknown inside story about this matter. As the leader of the Immortal Sect of the Shangsan Sect, how could the Wuji Sect reserve the position of sect leader to a child with a terminal illness? This might involve internal disputes
.
The maid brought new dishes, and while Bai Mengxing devoured them, he said vaguely: "Isn't this wrong? Since it is called Jumai, can it be cured? What if it cannot be cured?"
It was rare for him to be smart. Bai Mengjin smiled and nodded: "Yes, that's the problem. The reason why it is called Jumai is because it is almost a terminal disease. Moreover, as time goes by, the remaining power of the old sect leader Jiang is gradually fading, who cares?
What about a young sect master who cannot practice?"
Bai Menglian understood: "So, Master Ling's life in Wuji Sect is actually not easy?"
"Yes." Bai Mengjin flicked the teacup and said in an indifferent voice, "Don't forget, even if it is a temporary measure, Sect Master Ling has become the Sect Master, how can he be willing to give up his power? I'm afraid that Sect Master Ling will be regarded as the sect master after being in power for a long time.
It’s my own.”
These words were combined with the information she knew from her previous life.
This Ling Shao sect leader had been a puppet for decades. Later, he used some unknown method to cure his terminal illness, regained power from his uncle, and ascended the throne of the sect leader left by his grandfather.
Thinking of this, Bai Mengjin's heart moved.
From what I saw and heard in my previous life, we know that Master Ling is a powerful figure. Among the immortal sects in the world, he is the only one who can compete with Ning Yanzhi, except for the old tree in Canngling Mountain.
When she lives her life again, she will inevitably become an enemy of Ning Yanzhi, but she is alone, and Danxia Palace is a huge behemoth, which is completely unequal. If she can embrace the thick thigh of Master Ling early, wouldn't it be a chance of winning?
Big increase?
Judging from the time, Ling Bufei is not in a good situation now. No matter how arrogant he looks on the surface, he can't hide the reality of his embarrassing situation. If he invests in him at this time and helps him rise to power, he will definitely pay off in the future, right? Just like Baili.
Preface, later becoming the first elder was very prestigious!
Bai Mengjin was thinking about it in his mind, when suddenly there was a rush of drumming in his ears. Shang Liancheng walked up to the high platform in the middle with a smile. He didn't know there was any special festival.