"Think about it, if you and your imperial brother are both golden immortals, will Yan Yushan choose you to inherit the throne or your imperial brother?"

Yan Jinqi was silent again, he felt that Murong Gongzi was right, even if he became a Xuan Immortal, and Yan Jinyu was only an Immortal, Yan Yushan would still pass the throne to Yan Jinyu.

"What do you mean......" Yan Jinqi's eyes showed a slight hesitation, as early as when he was in the Yanliu Pavilion, he had already thought about it, and he really didn't want to seek power and usurp the throne as a last resort, because there were too many criticisms left by that.

"This Yan Yushan must die, which is also the condition of my deal with the second prince. In exchange for your father's death, for the help of my Rakshasa Hall. Murong Gongzi stood still in front of Yan Jinqi, looking at him who lowered his head and hesitated.

The air fell silent instantly, and the two stood opposite each other, both silent.

"For what?" Yan Jinqi gritted her teeth.

"Because I'm going to attack the Immortal Ascension Conference, think about it, if the emperor dies during the Immortal Ascension Conference, I'm afraid the movement in the imperial city won't be small, right?" Murong Gongzi smiled and whispered.

"You're really scheming!" Yan Jinyu snorted coldly with her nose.

"Well, you say, what are we going to do. He casually found a stone bench and sat down, the stone face was cold, but he felt that he was a little weak to stand.

After all, this was a great crime of killing his father, and he hesitated all the way, and it was only at this moment that he completely made up his mind.

"It's very simple, after you answer the palace, you can light this incense to your father. Murong Gongzi didn't move, just flicked his fingers, and a plate of sandalwood appeared in his fingers.

"Incense?" Yan Jinqi looked at the sandalwood in his hand suspiciously.

The color is formed, there is a slight fragrance, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"The incense is a normal incense, but I have mixed some obstacles into it, and if I inhale these miasma for a long time, his physical health will slowly decline, and he will soon die, and I can't find any problems. When the time comes, no one will know that it was you who poisoned you, and they will only think that it was my Rakshasa Hall's hand. ”

"And what about the price?" Yan Jinqi stared at the sandalwood in Murong Gongzi's hand.

"The price?" A hint of sneer flashed at the corner of Murong Gongzi's mouth, but it was fleeting.

"The price is very simple, I need the life of one person by your imperial brother's side. When the time comes, I'll pick it up, you don't have to worry. If you accept, this plate of sandalwood is here, the gate is over there, and your horse team will be waiting for you at the other end of the gate. Murong Gongzi lightly placed the sandalwood on the table in front of Yan Jinqi, and pointed to the black dragon gate with long teeth and dancing claws painted on the side.

Yan Jinqi hesitated again and again, he got up and tucked the incense into his sleeve, and then pushed open the black door.

Everything in front of him didn't light up, it was still pitch black, and several people stood there with torches, led by General Zhao in black armor.

Only then did Yan Jinqi realize that she had come out of the gate of the Rakshasa Hall, but she had already arrived outside the city of Qixian City.

"Your Highness. General Zhao was hesitant about Xiao Tong's words at first, but he didn't expect Yan Jinqi to really come out of here.

Yan Jinqi turned around and looked at the big tree behind him, he had just walked out of this big tree that two people couldn't hold, and what had just happened in the Rakshasa Hall was like a false dream. Although everything seems extraordinarily incredible, it also shows the mystery of the Rakshasa Hall.

"Let's go back to the Imperial City!" Yan Jinqi touched the plate of incense in her sleeve lonely.

Fortunately, the incense is still there.

Yan Jinqi overturned and got into the sedan chair, closed the curtain and window, and the group drove in the direction of the imperial city overnight again.

Seven days later, the Tianshan Sect, in a disciple's room.

Gu Jiu was sitting in his room drinking tea, when suddenly a white-clothed man pushed open the door and hurriedly walked in.

"Senior brother, the matter you dragged me to do is done, this selection of inner disciples must be the highest cultivation!" Li Tianyi covered up and said to Gu Jiu mysteriously.

Although in Gu Jiu's room, he still didn't dare to take it lightly, for fear of being overheard by others, after all, stealing chickens and touching dogs was a taboo in the Tianshan faction, if Mu Yunqi knew, it would be strange if he was not stripped of a layer of skin.

"Good. Gu Jiu smiled and nodded, with a ruthless look between his eyebrows, "I want to see this year's selection of inner disciples, who else dares to try it on stage."

The appearance of a Chen Yifan out of thin air was enough to make him uncomfortable, if a few more geniuses appeared in the selection of inner disciples, where should he put Gu Jiu's face in the future? Therefore, he had to make a secret obstruction.

"Let's go!" he got up and pushed open the door of the bedroom, and strode out, Li Tianyi behind him took small steps, looking like a big yellow dog.

"Gu Qingling, the strength of the immortal, did not participate in the touchstone trial, what is the level of the mental method you obtained from the Tianji Pavilion?" The disciple in Tsing Yi in front of him raised his head arrogantly, holding a purple gold pole brush in his right hand, and a roll of bamboo weaving in his left hand.

Gu Qingling lowered his head and looked at the jade steps on the ground.

"Back to Senior Brother, the Xuan Rank is inferior. He hesitated, but still concealed the mental method he had really obtained.

He has long been in a relationship with the world, and he just wants to be an ordinary little disciple in the Tianshan Sect, and he doesn't want to cause too much

More attention.

"Oh, that's a low talent, there aren't many disciples under our sect with a low talent like you, so let's go to the dining room to do chores!" Saying that, the senior brother glanced at Gu Qingling and handed him a wooden card.

"As for your room, it's right next to the dining room, so it's easy for you to work. Seeing that Gu Qingling didn't take the wooden card immediately, he sneered, threw the wooden card directly into Gu Qingling's arms, and turned his head away disdainfully.

There are still a lot of new disciples in the back, so he doesn't want to waste time on a waste.

When Gu Qingling first went up the mountain, he worshiped Mu Yunqi's disciples, but the dining room was always guarded by Elder Sikong Yi's disciples, which meant that Mu Yun Qi kicked him to Sikong Yi like a leather ball.

Mu Yunqi's disciple was exactly the same as him.

Gu Qingling was not angry, he took the wooden card, and walked around the dining room noisily while asking.

"You are a disciple of Mu Yun's abandoned sect, why did you come to the dining room?" The senior brother in the dining room was a chubby young man, with a big belly, kind eyebrows, and kind eyes, looking very kind, and when he laughed, his already small eyes narrowed into a slit, making people feel that he couldn't open his eyes.

"I..." Gu Qingling just wanted to open his mouth to explain, but Senior Brother Fat interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"I know, this group of disciples under Mu Yunqi is all virtuous, and they look down on us who are not high in cultivation and not good in talent. It's fine if you have something valuable to do with them, or you'll be bullied in the future!" the fat elder sighed, but still smiled.

"Senior brother knows so clearly, presumably..."

"Hey, that's right, I was also the first choice of the deputy head of the house, and I was also squeezed into the dining room by that group of turtle sons. But don't worry, junior brother, I am the boss in this dining room, no one dares to bully you, and I will cover you in the future. No matter how high or low your cultivation is, we are all good brothers, a sect eats a pot of rice, how can there be any difference between high and low, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, we are responsible for busy eating, it is also very important, you say yes!" The fat senior brother squinted, although Gu Qingling was repeatedly interrupted from speaking, he didn't know why, he actually liked this senior brother who couldn't open his eyes when he spoke.

"Thank you, brother, I don't know what to call brother. ”

"I was fat in the village when I was a child, everyone called me Li Sanpang, you can call me fat brother. "The fat brother doesn't care about his figure.

"Okay, fat brother. Gu Qingling replied politely.

Senior Brother Fat arranged a bedroom for Gu Qingling, except for the inner disciples, the rest of the disciples of the Tianshan Sect had two rooms in one room.

The junior brother who was with Gu Qingling was also kicked out from Mu Yunqi, surnamed Chen, with a thin body, and also a lower immortal, with a wooden appearance, no wonder those disciples liked to bully him.

The two of them had the same experience, and their ages were about the same, and they slowly became good friends, but Gu Qingling never told them about his past.

As the days passed, Mu Yunqi's disciples always liked to tease and insult them, Gu Qingling listened to the words of the fat senior brother, and just smiled lightly.

And the junior brother surnamed Chen always scolds them angrily behind their backs.

"When I have the ability in the future, I must teach these bullies to take a good look at them, and the sparrow can also become a phoenix!" Senior Brother Chen couldn't fall asleep over and over in bed, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more he wanted to scold.

"Then if you become an inner disciple, will you bully other junior disciples like them?" Gu Qingling asked him softly while lying on the bed.

"Of course, when I wait for the inner disciple selection conference in two months, I must stand out. What about you? This is a once-in-a-three opportunity, do you want to go up with me and give it a go?"

Gu Qingling didn't look back into the eyes of his fellow disciples, he just chuckled and nodded.

What about the inner disciples, what about the outer disciples, he doesn't care, he just wants to have a new home.

He recited the Heavenly Secret Technique over and over again in his heart, but he had never practiced it, nor had he ever improved his strength.

It's like a beggar who hides martial arts secrets but never cultivates it.

Although the days are very busy, and they are often ridiculed by the senior brothers, the fat senior brother has always defended them, and Gu Qingling's life is also comfortable, and the memory of being chased and killed all the way from Tiandu City has gradually faded.

He wondered if such days would last until he died.

Until that day, he and several brothers and sisters were busy with lunch in the dining room.

"Hey, hey, don't you know that Yu Ziqing killed the head of the house and was about to defect, why don't you hurry to the gate to stop him!" A disciple in Tsing Yi hurriedly rushed into the door of the dining room.

"What, is the head of the family dead? Or was it killed by Senior Brother?" The fat Senior Brother was holding two fat and white radishes in his hands, looking confused, they couldn't believe that Mu Yunfei would be killed by Yu Ziqing.

Gu Qingling frowned slightly, and he put down the knife in his hand while he was chopping vegetables.

"Yell, what are you yelling, he is not Senior Brother now, Gu Jiu is, Senior Brother asked you to hurry up and stop him, you must not let him leave the Tianshan Sect for half a step!" The disciple in Tsing Yi slammed the door frame impatiently, and immediately turned around and ran away.

"Senior Brother Fat, what should we do?" The disciples who were busy carrying the board were carrying the board, the firewood burner raised his head, and the fish washer also shook the water on his hand.

"Alas, everyone is a disciple of the Tianshan Sect, let's go and have a look first!" The fat senior brother groaned for a moment, put down the radish in his hand, and rubbed his hands on the placket of his clothes.

Senior Brother Chen looked very excited. A look of eagerness.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as we can kill Yu Ziqing, we don't even need to participate in the selection meeting of the inner disciples, and the deputy head will definitely be proud of us!"

Gu Qingling listened to Senior Brother Chen's words, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

That was a rare genius of the Tianshan Sect for a thousand years, how could he be easily stopped by them? Not to mention that he had just killed Mu Yunfei, who was known as the number one in the world, no matter how many of them were, they were just like moths to a fire.

Coincidentally, on that day, the Great Elder Sikong Yi and the Second Elder Yin Mingyue were not in the Kunlun Realm. Mu Yunqi was in retreat, and the third elder Nangong Quan seemed to have disappeared.

That was the first time Gu Qingling had touched the saber since entering the mountain, they had always been in the back room, getting up early and going down the mountain to buy vegetables and dinner, and almost never participated in the morning exercise.

The fat senior brother also seemed to be in a hurry, and the twenty or so disciples in their dining room formed a column of their own, hiding behind the disciples to increase their momentum.

It's not the first time Gu Qingling has seen Yu Ziqing, I don't know why, every time he sees Yu Ziqing, there will be a bloody storm.

He will never forget that day, when it was raining red in Kunlun, Yu Ziqing was holding a golden sword and dancing in white, like a white lotus in the lotus leaf.

He held a dark iron sword in his left hand, shattering the mountains and rivers with a random swing, and holding the dragon sword in his right hand, flipping his wrist like a dragon roaring for nine days.

Almost all the disciples flinched, they were eyeing each other as if they were facing a great enemy, and the sword in their hands only dared to point at Yu Ziqing, but they did not dare to stab out.

"Kill him, kill him!" Gu Jiu also stood in front of everyone with a golden sword in his hand, but his momentum was less than half of Yu Ziqing's.

Under his roar, no one dared to go up.

"You guys, you guys give it to me!" Gu Jiu turned his head, his eyes swept over the faces of all the disciples one by one, and finally landed on the face of the fat senior brother.

They are the disciples of the dining room, and they are also the disciples with the lowest strength in the entire Tianshan Sect, and no one will care if they die.

The fat elder brother hesitated with the silver sword in his hand.

"Hurry up, if you don't stop him today, I'll tell the deputy head that it will be you who will die!" Gu Jiu walked up to the fat senior brother and said in a low voice that only they could hear.

Gu Qingling heard it word for word, he couldn't believe that this could be the words of a disciple of the Tianshan Sect.

The fat senior brother slowly raised his head, the horizontal flesh on his face was trembling, he glanced back at the disciple who followed him, and the sword in his hand was tightened.

"Ahh

"Poof!" the sword slashed through the wind.

The fat elder brother's body fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

"Ahh

It's just that their flesh and blood didn't stop Yu Ziqing from breathing.

He stepped forward, the sword in his hand piercing into the chest of one of his disciples, and slicing the throat of one of them with a single stroke.

The junior brother Chen, who slept with him every day, and the little junior brother who talked to him about great ideals every night, died with knife marks all over his face, his eyes were rigidly propped up, and his pupils were bloodshot.

Gu Qingling will never forget the tragic appearance of them when they died.

The anger in his chest could no longer be suppressed, he lifted the sword in his hand and ran towards Yu Ziqing, he raised the sword in his hand, and the blade pointed at Yu Ziqing's throat.

He was ready to die, and his life was his.

Looking at the people rushing in front of him, Yu Ziqing raised the sword in his hand, he didn't care about such a life. It was only when the sword was about to fall that he could see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

It was a weeping man, his eyes red and his purple lips trembling. As if he had lost everything, he bit his lip tightly and tried not to make a sound.

"It's you. Yu Ziqing whispered two words, his original solemn expression finally eased a little, and the sword in his hand never fell again.

Gu Qingling knelt on the ground weakly, Yu Ziqing still left, but when he left, he also took away Gu Qingling's heart of rebirth after the catastrophe.

"Did you let me live just so that one day I could seek revenge on you?" Gu Qingling lifted the fat elder brother's sword, and his heart was completely dead.

He was the only one left among the two dozen disciples in the dining room, and their bodies were simply buried at the foot of the mountain, with no tombstones and no one remembering them.

Two months later, Gu Qingling walked onto the martial arts training ground in full view of everyone, he raised the long sword in his hand and said indifferently to the few senior brothers in front of him.

"Let's go together!"