At the top of the peak, the four of them stood on a curved platform.

Climb high and overlook, the beautiful scenery of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is in full view, and the cold wind on the top of the mountain is also blowing through the various colorful robes worn by several people.

A beautiful woman with a flat figure, a rickety old man on crutches, a handsome middle-aged man, and a fat man.

The appearance is different, and the only thing that is common is probably that the aura of the four people on the top of the mountain is as long as the tide of the sea, which is unfathomable.

The four of them stood on the top of the mountain without speaking, and braved the cold wind for about half an hour.

"Tsk."

A tongue-smacking sound suddenly sounded, and the rough voice was very dissatisfied:

"Tai Shiran, you kid called us to this Wanli Peak with the Heavenly Pavilion Order, just to accompany you to drink the northwest wind here?"

As soon as the voice came out,

The other three all looked in the direction of the sound.

It's the fat middle-aged fat man.

Fat was piled up on his cheeks, and his eyes were squeezed into a slit, and the gaze revealed in his small eyes carried a hint of coldness.

Seeing that the three of them were all looking at each other, the fat man's squinting eyes also swept over the other three.

The people who swept his gaze frowned slightly.

Especially the middle-aged beautiful woman, as soon as the fat man looked at her, her eyes immediately showed a touch of disgust.

A whirlwind emerged from all around her, swirling a little rubble, and the white dress of tulle embroidered with delicate flower and bird motifs fluttered with it.

The Iron Xuanmen is a forging sect, and the forest soul god eye cultivated by this fat man has a perspective object, and it has the magic power to go straight to the core.

The middle-aged fat man was so excited when he saw the beautiful woman, and his cold eyes were a little helpless, but he didn't explain anything.

Because of the exercises, many people are a little prejudiced against him.

Over the years, he has also gotten used to it.

In the silence,

"Huh"

With a chuckle, the handsome middle-aged man said slowly:

"There is another friend who is coming, and I would like to ask Elder Zhou to calm down."

The middle-aged fat man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, his eyes swept over a few people again, and said with interest:

"Heh, also, I don't know which Taoist friend you found to come?"

Tai Shiran smiled slightly and said in a low voice:

"I don't know if Brother Zhou has heard of the name Jing Tingxi?"

“.”

As soon as the name came out, the eyes of the other three people present all shrank.

The name was not unfamiliar to them.

After all, everyone here came all the way from that era.

Jing Tingxi was a name that was in the limelight in their time.

A wild boy who came out of nowhere, relied on an evil skill to wreak havoc on the world, and once took the first place in the Tianyuan competition under a pseudonym.

If it weren't for Xu Yinhe's birth back then, this person could almost be said to be a man of great pride.

However, this Jing Tingxi was like a meteor passing by, and after a dazzling period of time, this person suddenly disappeared.

There are rumors among the high-level members of these sects that this is because Jing Tingxi once tried to assassinate the emperor by relying on his secret method.

However, the palace is all well prepared, the saints are blessed, the large array is guarded, and there are strong military formations stationed all year round.

Jing Tingxi's natural skills were inferior, and he was directly killed by the strong men in the palace.

Now it seems

Thinking of this, the old man frowned and said:

"Brother Taishi, do you mean that Jing Tingxi didn't die in the palace back then?"

Tai Shiran chuckled lightly when he heard this, the mountain breeze blew the smile on the corner of his lips, and his tone was soft:

"No, he was only seriously injured and escaped."

The middle-aged beauty has a beautiful and dignified face, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, and her cherry mouth is lightly opened, exuding a faint fragrance, with a hint of expectation:

"Brother Ran, will Jing Tingxi also participate in this trip?"

"Of course not."

Tai Shiran shook his head, and his tone was flat: "He's dead." ”

The middle-aged beauty's eyes drooped when she heard this, and she sighed in her heart.

And the middle-aged fat man looked a little annoyed, and said sharply:

"Tai Shiran, what are you fooling us, since you are dead, what are you doing?"

"Brother Zhou is still the same, with such a straightforward temper."

Tai Shiran was not annoyed when he heard this, and said with a chuckle: "There is naturally a connection to him. ”

Saying,

He chuckled and said:

"Although Jing Tingxi is dead, he still has a lot of confidants and close friends in this world."

After that, Tai Shiran glanced at the middle-aged beauty over there.

Everyone present saw Tai Shiran's eyes.

The old man pretended not to see it.

The middle-aged fat man smiled playfully.

Now this dignified middle-aged beauty was famous back then, and she had a romantic story with many Tianjiao men.

Ran Jianli, Xu Yinhe, Jing Tingxi and other pinnacles, this woman has all pasted them.

However, the first two obviously didn't like her, and the latter was already known for being romantic, and should have had a wonderful memory.

Of course, her current husband doesn't know about these things.

After all, her husband is her disciple, and now he is only in his prime.

The middle-aged beauty naturally knew what the three of them were thinking, and snorted coldly, and her voice was no longer gentle:

"Since Jing Tingxi's best friends are willing to help, the purpose of our trip is related to Jing Tingxi's death?"

Tai Shiran looked at the skyline from afar, and replied unhurriedly:

"It's kind of related."

"Sort of?"

"Of course."

Tai Shiran's eyes flashed, and his tone was still smiling: "After all, our trip should be regarded as revenge on the murderer who killed Jing Tingxi." ”

The middle-aged fat man touched his fat chin:

"Oh? Jing Tingxi was a mortal when he disappeared back then, who can kill him today? ”

Tai Shiran looked back and glanced deeply at the fat man,

Whisper:

"Prime Minister's House."

“.”

As soon as the two words came out, the atmosphere on the top of the mountain froze in an instant, and the needles could be heard.

Tai Shiran didn't seem to feel this solemnity, and the flowing golden boots stepped forward towards the cliff, looked at the lush forest below, and said to himself:

"The pavilion master told me that after Jing Tingxi disappeared, he went to the burial village, where he recuperated his wounds and sanctified there, and then they were exterminated."

The rickety old man's hand on crutches was slightly strained, and the old man's voice was extremely serious:

"I have heard of the burial village as a brother, and the strong people harbored in it should be no less than a large sect, can Brother Taishi tell us, why did Xu Yinhe go to such lengths to slaughter there?"

Tai Shiran suddenly grinned:

"Do you know that the personal relationship between Xu Yinhe and Jing Tingxi back then was incomprehensible?"

There was silence, no one answered.

"That's right, if these secrets are not deduced by the pavilion master, no one in this world will know."

Tai Shiran shook his head and said with a low smile:

"The reason why Jing Tingxi sneaked into the palace back then was because of Xu Yinhe's scheming.

"Xu Yinhe used Jing Tingxi's temperament and skills to plot the conflict between Jing Tingxi and the emperor, and together with Li Yaoxuan, he plotted to help Jing Tingxi infiltrate the palace and seriously injured the emperor."

When the middle-aged fat man heard this, a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes.

With Xu Yinhe's help, it is no wonder that Jing Tingxi can sneak into the palace with a mortal body.

But after a moment's pause, he asked with a fat brow:

"But since Xu Yinhe is planning to come here, why can Jing Tingxi escape? His death in the palace should be more in the interests of those two. ”

Tai Shiran shook his head and said with a low smile:

"Brother Zhou, didn't you pay attention to the affairs of the court back then?

"If Jing Tingxi died, how could they blame this blood debt on the prince at the beginning? That night, the crown prince was on duty in the military affairs department. ”

Saying,

Tai Shiran's eyes revealed a touch of meaning:

"Do something unusual in advance, make the emperor angry and take the initiative to summon Li Yaoxuan into the palace that night, and design the assassination so that he can sacrifice his life to save him, and then help the assassin escape."

When the rickety old man heard this secret, there was a hint of hesitation in his cloudy eyes:

"Wouldn't the emperor suspect such a coincidence?"

“.”

Looking at the looks on their faces, Tai Shiran remembered his expression when he heard about this, and chuckled:

"Naturally, they will be suspicious, but this is also part of their plan.

"Xu Yinhe and Li Yaoxuan's methods are very clever, and the extraordinary actions that Li Yaoxuan did at the beginning were already full of clues, as if they were framed by others.

Moreover, the emperor's summoning of Li Yaoxuan was a secret order, and no one knew the relationship between Xu Yinhe and Jing Tingxi, and this suspicion would turn into suspicion of the crown prince when Li Yaoxuan was seriously injured and dying.

"If it weren't for Li Yaoxuan's sacrifice of his life to save him, the emperor would have died directly at that time.

"After all, how can there be a seventy-year-old prince in this world?

"After that, you should all know that Li Yaoxuan obtained the position of competing with the prince on the same stage, and the prince's position was unstable due to suspicion, and the power in his hands was cut step by step, and then he took risks to admonish the palace."

The words fell silent, and it was quiet for a long time.

"Hehehehe"

The rickety old man suddenly let out a dry chuckle, and bowed towards the Southern Void with his cane: "The pavilion master should really cultivate to the sky, if it weren't for such means, I'm afraid no one in the world would know the secret of this time." ”

After the salute, the old man said softly:

"So, Xu Yinhe destroyed the burial village because he got the Pavilion Master in advance and wanted to find out what happened decades ago, so he cut the grass and eradicated the roots in advance?"

A glint flashed in Tai Shiran's eyes, and he shook his head:

"Let that Xu Yinhe use his means to reach the sky, but with the meticulousness of the pavilion master's actions, how can he be discovered?

"Even if he hasn't been in touch for decades, Jing Tingxi is naturally more inclined to believe in his friend who was once like a stranger, and this matter is the result of the cabinet master informing Jing Tingxi that he took the initiative to contact Xu Yinhe to ask for an explanation."

Hearing this, the three people present were stunned for a moment.

It's not that I'm surprised by Jing Tingxi's choice, nor is I surprised by Xu Yinhe's cold-bloodedness, but I wonder why the pavilion master would act like this.

Isn't the Pavilion Master able to extrapolate the future?

The powerhouses in the burial village can basically be equated with the first-class large sects in the world.

A saint, the beginning of the mortal several.

Wouldn't it be better to win over the strongest of them than to let them be besieged and killed?

Tai Shiran looked at the incomprehension in the eyes of the three of them, and exhaled softly:

"You guys. . . It's strange why the Pavilion Master did this? ”

The rickety old man's political consciousness was very high, and he immediately shook his head:

"Everything the pavilion master does has its own reason, and it's normal for us not to understand."

Tai Shiran snorted:

"When I asked the Pavilion Master, she only said that this is the best choice in the future, and there is a chess piece that is more important than those strong people in the burial village."

Speaking of this, a sigh appeared on his handsome cheeks:

"But now that the ink color has shrouded the future, this optimal solution estimate no longer exists."

The words fell, and the top of the mountain was speechless.

And the other three people who heard about this secret did not say anything more, while blowing the cold wind, while digesting the information they had just learned.

As the minutes passed, the clouds on the sky condensed and blew away.

The rising sun that hung high in the sky gradually set westward, and the golden sunrise dyed a large area of fields and mountains red.

And just as it was about to sink into the ground, a wave of Yuan Qi suddenly came from the edge of the golden sun-covered sky.

The four people who had been blowing cold wind on the top of the mountain for a day looked up in unison.

This source Qi is neither strong nor weak, and I can't see that people are cultivating, so I think it was because people who came to rush to deliberately suppress their own Qi machines.

From time to time, a woman in a black dress came to the top of the mountain.

Under the cover of the black dress and the setting sun, the woman's white skin is as pure as snow, and the sexy charm between her eyes makes people involuntarily attracted.

And after seeing the comer.

Except for Tai Shiran, the other three were all shocked in their hearts, and with their cultivation, they couldn't see through each other's realm.

Transform the fan.

Falling on the top of the mountain, the woman in the black dress walked between them, and a pair of jade legs loomed between the skirts.

When she came closer, her eyes were as beautiful as amber, and her voice was as crisp as a silver bell, but her tone was indifferent:

"I encountered some changes on the way, and I was half a day later than the agreed time."

Tai Shi Ran bowed his hand:

"Half a day is fine, the man should still be some distance from here."

The woman in the black dress glanced at the few people behind Tai Shiran, and asked in a low voice:

"That's all there is to this trip?"

Tai Shiran smiled slightly:

"Luo Xianzi thinks it's not enough?"

The woman in the black dress replied lukewarmly:

"The woman surnamed Lou has not appeared in Guangyang Mansion for a long time, and it is very likely that she will go south with that person."

“.” Tai Shiran's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this.

"Hehehehe"

In a short silence, the middle-aged fat man suddenly smiled kindly, and his squinting eyes showed a fine light: "Brother Taishi, now that everyone has arrived, can you tell us the purpose of this trip?" ”

The woman surnamed Luo frowned slightly when she heard this, and glanced at Tai Shiran:

"They don't know the purpose of the trip?"

Tai Shiran raised his hand to signal a little calm, turned around and said softly:

"Three, the purpose of our trip is very simple, to assassinate one of Xu Yinhe's blood relatives."

“.”

The middle-aged fat man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes became like he was looking at a madman.

fell silent for a while, and finally the middle-aged beauty on the side frowned and asked:

"Tai Shiran, is this what the pavilion master means, or is it your own meaning?"

Tai Shiran did not answer this question positively:

"It can be regarded as my meaning, and it can also be regarded as the meaning of the pavilion master."

Saying,

He took out a gossip ritual plate engraved with a complicated formation from the Sumeru ring, and said slowly:

"Although the Pavilion Master didn't explicitly indicate me, he gave me this."

"Lingtianyi?"

The rickety old man's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly: "I remember that this thing was used to explore the bones of mortals and find talented and intelligent people. ”

"Yes, but that's only part of it."

Tai Shiran shook his head and said in a low voice: "Another function of this secret treasure is to detect people with the soul of the Yantian Divine Spirit, and it is used by the Pavilion Masters of the past dynasties to monitor the sacred objects of the Holy Maiden and Holy Son. ”

The middle-aged fat man said in a solemn tone:

"What do you mean by that?"

Tai Shiran chuckled lightly, and his smile was soft:

"The holy woman passed on the Yantian Divine Soul Chapter to Xu Yinhe's blood relative, and the pavilion master handed over this thing to me, Brother Zhou, what do you think the pavilion wants?"

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