Chapter 137

The entrance of the seventh pavilion is solemn and magnificent, but when you enter it, it is like entering another world.

Out of the protection of the privacy of customers, those who enter the seventh pavilion will enter a relatively independent space from the moment they enter the door. In addition, there are special people as guides to track the whole process.

Therefore, after Ah Sheng and Qingyu entered the Seventh Pavilion, they couldn't see Xue Guan and them, let alone know whose information they bought.

"Two Venerable Lords, welcome to the Seventh Pavilion. A woman in a red robe appeared in front of Ah Sheng and Qingyu, she smiled and said gently: "I am the guide of the two, you can ask me if you have any needs." ”

"I want to buy the message. Qingyu said straight to the point.

"Come with me, both of you. The guide made a sideways gesture, and then led the two of them through a long passage to a small room.

There was no decoration in the small room, only a mirror, and in front of the mirror there was a platform, on which there was a small book spread out, and next to it was a pen.

"Just write down all the information you want about the characters you want to get in this book. Of course, due to the same name and surname, there may be a lot of information with the same name. You also need to pay for information that has nothing to do with people. So, in order to reduce unnecessary costs as much as possible, you can also write out some filter conditions. Such as gender, age, and various characteristics. If you don't know it, you can put your hand on the desk and paint a portrait of the person in your head. However, that kind of fee will be relatively expensive. Two, do you understand?" said the guide.

"yes, I see. Qingyu nodded.

The guide nodded and exited the room.

Qingyu walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and wrote on the small book: Wu Ningsheng, the chief disciple of the Yunxiao Sect, the ten masters of the Immortal Sect. Information time node, from the date of defection, to the present.

After writing, the handwriting on the small book seemed to come to life, floating up word by word, and then immersed in the mirror.

The mirror buzzed and shook for a moment, then a row of small words appeared, followed by a blurred effect.

The small print probably means that after Ning Sheng defected, he joined the 'new' organization and carried out some subversive and destructive activities with Song Zhongwen, a traitor from Qianguomen.

The latest news is: Half a month ago, Wu Ningsheng and Song Zhongwen invaded the Chu Qimen of the Xianmen on a rainy night. They detonated the entire mountain, causing a huge mudslide that not only destroyed the entire mountain gate, but also implicated several nearby villages, causing thousands of casualties. The remains of the first patriarch of Chuqimen were stolen.

Two days ago, the two infiltrated Tongyou City, injured the city lord Cao Dajin, and kidnapped the city lord's little wife Qi Hui.

And that influence is a brief picture after Wu Ningsheng defeated Cao Dajin. He could have taken Cao Dajin's life directly, but he suddenly looked up for a moment, and then turned to leave. His face, only when he turned around, was revealed for a moment, and it was this moment that his identity was determined.

And that Song Zhongwen never showed up.

Qing Yu paused the picture at the moment when Wu Ningsheng turned around, and his face appeared in the mirror, as if he was looking at the person outside the mirror.

Ah Sheng looked at Wu Ningsheng's face, and somehow, his heartbeat suddenly slowed down, then slower and slower, and finally almost stopped.

Ah Sheng felt that he was out of breath and quickly looked away. But he saw that Qingyu had been looking at Wu Ningsheng, and even slowly walked towards the mirror.

"Senior sister—" Ah Sheng shouted with concern.

Qingyu waved his hand, signaling that he was fine. She stared at Ningsheng's face for a long time before she turned around.

"Sure enough—" Qingyu muttered in a low voice.

"Sure what?" asked Ah Sheng.

Qingyu didn't speak, she came to the desk again and inquired about Song Zhongwen's information.

Song Zhongwen is not as famous as he would rather be bigger, but his record is not ambiguous at all, and it can even be said to be impressive. The most shining thing is that he was once besieged by two celestial powerhouses, was seriously injured, and his right arm was broken, but he finally escaped with his life.

But the next time he appeared, the broken arm had grown again.

Such two people should have been Xianmen's coquettishness, but they defected one after another and became a member of the 'new', engaging in activities to subvert Xianmen, which is really incomprehensible.

"This Song Zhongwen, why does he look like a woman. Ah Sheng stared at the mirror, which had some information from Song Zhongwen.

Qingyu still didn't speak, bowing her head and pondering.

Seeing this, Ah Sheng didn't bother her, but walked to the desk.

Ah Sheng picked up the pen, hesitated, and put it down again.

"I don't know Uncle Nine's name. Ah Sheng blamed himself very much, since he was a child, he only called Uncle Jiu, but never asked his name.

So, Ah Sheng put his hand on the desk, closed his eyes, and the influence of Uncle Nine appeared in his heart.

Slowly, the portrait of Uncle Nine appeared on the mirror.

A line of small print slowly emerges.

Ah Sheng saw those words clearly, his eyes widened, he exclaimed, and with a hurried wave of his hand, he revoked Uncle Jiu's message before Qingyu raised his head.

"No, it can't be. Ah Sheng muttered to himself in disbelief, and his head kept shaking.

This time, it was Qingyu's turn to be stunned, and she asked with concern, "Ah Sheng, what's wrong with you?"

Ah Sheng looked at Qingyu with a shocked face and asked, "Senior sister, what is the status of our Yunxiao Sect, Elder Fashan?"

"Fashan is in charge of the punishment of the Cloud Heaven Sect, and there are only four elders in total. Its status is no less than the first of the four major mountain gates in the east, west, north and south. Why are you asking this?" Qingyu asked rhetorically.

Ah Sheng was struck by lightning, and even bent his legs and sat on the ground: "No, no, how is this possible?" Uncle Ninth is obviously just a serf, he, he is obviously dead, how can he-"

"Ah Sheng, tell me, what's going on. Qingyu was in a hurry.

Ah Sheng was stunned for a long time, he raised his head and said to Qingyu: "Senior sister, look at my information, how it is recorded." ”

Qingyu slowly got up and called up Ah Sheng's identity information on the desk.

She looked at it and said, "It's similar to what I thought, you became a disciple of Xianmen as a serf, and you are still an inspirational model." ”

Ah Sheng said with a shocked face: "Then do you want to know, two years ago, where I was a serf?"

"Does this matter? No matter which serf of the Xianmen sect, he has the right to change his fate. There has never been more than one path to cultivating immortals. Qingyu said.

"No, Senior Sister, you don't understand-" Ah Sheng shook his head and said: "I have been a serf in the Yunxiao Sect for sixteen years, and I have been instilled with the concept since I was a child, that is, a serf will always be a serf, and he must not cultivate immortals, otherwise, he will violate the rules of the door and will be punished." ”

"Nonsense, the Cloud Heaven Sect has never had such a regulation. ”

"This is not over, the slave mountain where I am located, the aunts and uncles who watched me grow up, were all executed by the Yunxiao Sect one by one. The ninth uncle, who raised me, was also killed by a disciple of Dongshanmen. But do you know, I just portrayed the portrait of Uncle Jiu, and his identity turned out to be the elder of the Yunxiao Sect Fa Mountain, who was seriously injured in the battle of the Demon Sect's raid and is currently recuperating from his injuries. ”

"W-how the is this possible?"