What the servant said was obviously exactly what the more than a dozen servants present were thinking.

As the young master of Qingming Temple, Qingmingzi's biological daughter, seeing her father seriously ill and falling to the ground, instead of turning a blind eye, she was in a hurry to declare her sovereignty, which in itself made people suspicious.

And over the years, Yin Ruoyu has lived in Ginkgo Villa for a long time, rarely returning to Qingming Temple, even if he comes back occasionally, he only leaves in a hurry after discussing important matters with Qingmingzi. Therefore, for the young master in front of him, although the subordinates of Qingming Temple are not strangers, they have never been close.

With the servant's questioning, everyone had already made up their minds, but they still kept their eyes on Yin Ruoyu, wanting to see how she explained.

Yin Ruoyu was not in a hurry, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then gently put down the teacup.

The ponytail in his hand seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally flicked in the direction of the servant, and then he looked at the servant who spoke out, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh?

The servant glanced at the dozen or so companions present, and then looked at Qingmingzi, who was supported in his hands, his eyes were full of excitement, and he raised his eyes to Yin Ruoyu again, but he suddenly felt a warm liquid flowing from his nose.

Subconsciously reached out to wipe it, but wiped a hand of blood. And then, he felt that there was liquid flowing uncontrollably from his mouth, eyes, and ears.

"Ah......" Everyone gasped, but in a moment, they saw the servant bleeding and falling to the ground.

"It seems that what he said is not true, and he has been punished by God!"

Yin Ruoyu covered her mouth and chuckled.

Seeing that his best brother was killed in a moment, another servant who was supporting Qingmingzi immediately understood what the reason was.

"Poisonous woman! It's your !!"

While speaking, the servant let go of Qingmingzi, and was furious and wanted to rush towards Yin Ruoyu.

However, it was only for a moment, and before he touched Yin Ruoyu, he fell at her feet with the same tragic state of bleeding and died violently.

The rest of the people only felt that they had lost the courage to gasp at this time, and they watched this sudden change with great trepidation.

"Hey, so it seems that the little woman is the nineteenth generation head of Qingming Temple, it is the will of God!"

Yin Ruoyu covered her mouth again and chuckled, her tone was gentle, but it made everyone present shudder: "I don't know if you still have any opinions?"

Everyone was stunned, but they trembled uncontrollably.

But someone came back to his senses first, and shouted weakly: "Congratulations to Miss on being the nineteenth generation head of Qingming Temple!"

With this reminder, everyone came back to their senses one after another, and knelt down in fear to salute: "Congratulations to Miss on being the nineteenth generation head of Qingming Temple!"

"Hahaha......"

Yin Ruoyu finally stood up laughing, waving a ponytail in his hand to whisk the dust, and proudly accepted everyone's bowing.

After everyone knelt down and worshipped, Yin Ruoyu then Shi Shiran walked to Qingmingzi's side, condescending to Qingmingzi's eyes full of anger.

"Daddy, have you ever seen that my daughter is the new head of Qingming Temple!"

Qingzi's heart was angry and anxious, and his half-open mouth tried to make a sound, but even if he tried his best, there were only one or two "ah-ah" sounds in his throat that only he heard.

"Daddy, don't worry! My daughter will always take care of you, I want you to open your eyes and see how I shine on the lintel of Qingming Guan and how I rule the Marfa Continent!"

Qingzi, who couldn't move or speak, really saw the viciousness and indescribability in her eyes when she said this. And all the domestic servants behind her, after hearing her words, only felt creepy: why is such a beautiful woman so vicious to her biological father?

"Come on! Carry the old man down and serve him for a good life, and he will ensure that the old man lives a long life!"

......

Then, Yin Ruoyu asked people to summon all the registered domestic servants, little maids, guards and Yin family members of the Qingming Temple overnight, and announced in the Yin ancestral hall in the Qingming Temple that she would succeed as the nineteenth head of the Qingming Temple from now on.

During this period, once there are opponents, and even as long as there are dissidents, they will be killed on the spot for no reason.

At this point, everyone in the Qingming Temple has seen Yin Ruoyu's viciousness and cruelty, but no one dares to say a word.

When everything was done, it was already late at night, and Yin Ruoyu returned to the Qingming courtyard again.

On the small table in the courtyard, there are still tea and moon cakes prepared by Qingmingzi in the evening.

In that plate was a round moon cake, which was carefully cut into eight small pieces by Qingmingzi. Now the whole circle is missing a corner, and it was a piece that was eaten by Qingmingzi before.

She sat down at the small table again, poured herself the already cold tea, picked up a piece of mooncake and handed it to her mouth, took a bite and chewed it.

The full moon, which had been hanging in the distance, had moved to the sky overhead. Tomorrow, after dinner, the sky was still full of stars, but now there was not even a single star in the sky, only the moon exuded a cold and lonely light.

The mooncakes are very sweet, and they are her favorite five-kernel filling when she was a child......

But at this time, no matter how sweet the moon cake is, she is also chewing it mechanically like chewing wax.

Nibbling and gnawing, she looked up at the lonely moon above her head and laughed, but she laughed and laughed, but she was already in tears......

I'm afraid that there is no one close to her in this life who can accompany her to tell a good story on such a full moon night in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

......

Three months ago, since she obtained the two Taoist classics of the Qingming Ancestor's group poison technique and the soul destroying Dafa, she found a quiet and hidden cave outside the Qingming Temple, and prepared to concentrate on cultivation.

However, within a few days, she realized that she couldn't concentrate on cultivation at all.

The hundred-year-old mana that had been restored had disappeared for no reason without any large amount of mana output, and no matter how she tried, she couldn't stimulate the profound mana that had been generated by the "Returning Heart Pill".

This made her feel very irritable.

She had sacrificed so much to gain mana, if she disappeared, what would she use to conquer the Marfa Continent? What was the meaning of the sacrifices she had made in the past?

It took two days to carefully read the two classics handed over to her by the Qingming Ancestor, and finally found that the Soul Destroying Dafa was indeed a very deterrent exercise, but its requirements for mana were also extremely high.

Soul destroying Dafa, if practiced to the highest level, you can destroy hundreds of souls of the enemy with a shot.

This method first needs to be urged by strong mana, draw a soul extinguishing talisman in the void, and then push the soul extinguishing talisman to the enemy with mana. With different mana, the power of the Soul Destroying Talisman drawn will be different, and with the increase of the cultivation level of this method, all the life involved in the Soul Destroying Talisman can be destroyed at the same time.

It's actually quite simple to say, that is, the caster's mana matches the size of the soul extinguishing talisman drawn by his void. That is, if the mana is deep, the Soul Destroying Talisman can be drawn larger, and the final damage and damage range will be greater.

It's a pity that at that time, she lost a hundred years of mana, and only had twenty mana points left for herself, and she couldn't draw a soul destroying talisman at all.