"How do you think about it?" Xia Tan asked in a low voice.

Song Ningxi glanced at him: "Second master, the left and right are dead, how do you let me choose?"

Xia Tan solemnly announced in public: "All the disciples pay homage to Song Ningxi, the fourteenth generation master of the Qingxuan Sword Sect. ”

The disciples outside the door, seeing that Xia Tan had affirmed Song Ningxi's identity, and they didn't say anything anymore, they shouted in unison: "See the door master." ”

"Huh...... All are exempt. Song Ningxi looked embarrassed, he raised his hands on his shoulders and trembled slightly.

"The master of the door. ”

Xia Tan shouted from the side.

Song Ningxi said: "Second master, you still call me Ningxi, I really hear the word "master." ”

"Okay. Xia Tan said: "Ning Xi, the eldest brother has just passed away, and now you need to deal with his funeral, and the succession ceremony of your sect master is afraid that it will be postponed in the future." ”

"Everything is arranged by the second master. ”

"Then you go back to rest today, and tomorrow I will ask someone to clean the Mingyou Palace, and you will live there." ”

"Ah, Mingyouden. "The Mingyou Hall that Song Ningxi knows is the place where the masters of the Qingxuan Sword Sect of the past dynasties deal with the affairs of the sect, and living in the Mingyou Hall means that there are many affairs to face, and it is impossible for people without talent and ability to live there, of course, Song Ningxi is an accident.

Xia Qiansuo came to the door and said to Xia Tan: "Father, I think there is something strange about the uncle's death, I think it was he Song Ningxi who wanted to be the master of the door, and he killed the uncle by some means." ”

"Hmph. Xia Tan snorted coldly, ignoring Xia Qiansuo's unreasonable trouble, he said to the guard disciple at the door: "Xia Qiansuo is disrespectful to the door master, take it down and punish him with forty rulers." ”

"What! Daddy......"

Before Xia Qiansuo could react, he was dragged down by the guard disciple's arm.

"Second master, what are you doing here?"

Song Ningxi asked.

"Liwei. Xia Tan replied.

Song Ningxi was stunned in his heart, he had always been punished by others, but today Xia Tan punished Xia Qiansuo on his behalf, he couldn't say this feeling, he didn't feel happy, he only felt scared.

"Qingyu, Qingranu, you organized people to set up Fenglan Hall as a mourning hall, and sent an obituary to inform the immortal families and invite them to come to mourn. ”

Xia Tan instructed the two disciples at the front.

"Yes. After the two disciples of Qingyu and Qingyin responded with their hands, they began to get busy.

The rest of the disciples went to prepare the funeral items. ”

"Yes. ”

The disciples in the courtyard were ordered to disperse one after another.

"I'm going to keep a vigil for my eldest brother tonight, master, you go back and rest first. ”

Xia Tan turned around and walked into the house, and Song Ningxi returned to the house slave house alone.

The house slave house of the Qingxuan Sword Sect is at the southwest cliff of Qingying Peak, and a waterfall hangs down from the cliff, forming a deep pool on the west side of the house slave, which is the most remote place of the Qingxuan Sword Sect.

The house slave house is a courtyard building, and Song Ningxi's room is located on the east corner, which is a single room for a single person.

Song Ningxi pushed open the door and saw that the room was poorly furnished, with a low bed, three gray, green and blue quilts, a log table, unpainted, four high benches, and a wall with three layers of wooden shelves and a wardrobe.

Song Ningxi sat down at the table reluctantly, poured a glass of white water, and looked around with the glass in his hand.

Everything in this room is so familiar, he is very used to it, although this is a simple place, but it is a place where Song Ningxi has lived for more than ten years.

He thought of the magnificent Mingyou Palace, and he didn't know whether it was joy or worry on his face.

After a while, Song Ningxi yawned, took off his shoes and coat, and went to bed without grooming.

"Whatever he does, go to bed first. ”

Song Ningxi lay on his side on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

At about midnight, Song Ningxi opened his eyes suddenly, his expression was painful, his abdomen was in severe pain, and a red halo was emitted, and the halo could be seen clearly through the quilt.

"Ah...... It's ......"

Song Ningxi felt a hot aura in his abdomen, like water in a bottle, swaying from side to side, impacting his internal organs.

He clutched his hands on his abdomen, and the pain caused him to roll on the bed.

"Come on...... Person...... Come...... Help!" Song Ningxi felt that he was already shouting very hard, but he didn't know that his breath was weak and he couldn't shout at all.

The impact after impact made him fall from the bed to the ground, the cold ground, the scorching body, one cold and one hot, seemed to stick Song Ningxi to the ground.

Song Ningxi propped up his hands and wanted to stand up, but his body was too weak, and the red aura of his abdomen was reflected from his body to the entire ground.

The ground seemed to be filled with blood-red mist. Song Ningxi looked at the red spirit everywhere, his eyes gradually turned red, and everywhere he looked, it was all blood red.

This is exactly the same as the scene in the Xia Yuan ward of Hengyu Hall before.

"Ahh

Song Ningxi stood up suddenly, he turned his palm into a claw, and slammed it at the table in front of him, the table was shattered in an instant, and the powerful strength and pain in his body made him almost out of control, maybe only in this way can he vent.

Then, he thrust his claws against the wall, leaving five holes in the wall made by his fingers.

Song Ningxi grinned, his eyes shot red light, he turned around and shook his shoulders forward, and a stream of aura slammed into the door, and the thick wooden door latch immediately split in half.

"Ahhh......h

The gasp in Song Ningxi's mouth was like exhaling after eating chili peppers.

There were slow beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks, and he felt the strength of his whole body sink, and his feet were like lead, and he struggled to walk.

Song Ningxi slowly moved a few steps forward, and then fainted to the ground.

The red blood pill was suspended in the air, the red aura turned into branches and melted into Song Ningxi's body, Song Ningxi was shrouded in red aura and suspended in the air, Xia Yuan opened his eyes weakly, looking at Song Ningxi weakly, with a look of resentment.

"Song Ningxi, you damn minion, give me back the Blood Spirit Pill!!"

Xia Yuan got up from the bed, his thin and weak body, and fell close to Song Ningxi step by step, Song Ningxi couldn't move at the moment, but he understood very well that Xia Yuan's face was full of resentment, and there was a look of longing to eat flesh and bed.

"Cheap slave, I rescued you back then...... But you take my blood elixir...... Kill me!"

Xia Yuan stretched out his hand violently to strangle Song Ningxi's neck, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out little by little......

"Ahh

Song Ningxi sat up abruptly with a scream and woke up from his dream.

"It turned out to be a dream. Song Ningxi breathed a sigh of relief, but after an instant of relaxation, he suddenly realized that he had indeed taken possession of the Blood Spirit Pill!

"Blood Elixir...... Blend into ...... My body ...... Finish. ”

Song Ningxi looked incredulous, but he looked around.

"How am I on the ground. Song Ningxi lay on the ground all night, his body was cold, and his consciousness became dull under this cold feeling.

It was only at this moment that he realized the cold.

He got up and got on the bed, picked up his clothes, put them on himself, and got into the bed.

He was half-seated on the bed, and saw the wooden table torn apart, the five holes in the wall stealing the bright morning light and dew, and the latch on the door panel also broken and hanging diagonally.

"It's ...... What's going on?" Song Ningxi felt a faint chill in his heart, he felt that if he lost control in his sleep, it would be too terrible.

"Song Ningxi!" A voice came from the door, and suddenly the voice paused, and immediately changed his words: "Door master." ”

The voice is a little empty.

Song Ningxi put on his shoes and went to the door, opened the door and poked his head out half-covered.

It's an internal affairs disciple, Qingyao.

"Senior Brother Qingyao, are you?" Song Ningxi had met with Miss Young Master a few times when he had sent clothes to the pulp washing table before.

"Uh, that...... Door master, don't call me senior brother, you are now the door master, I'm not used to calling me this name, just call me Qingyao. Qing Yao was holding a stack of clothes in his hand, and he felt that the word master was awkward.

"Senior Brother Qingyao, do you have something to do with me?" Song Ningxi did not change his words.

"This is a new dress for the door master, after you change into it, go to Fenglan Palace. ”

Saying that, Qingyao was about to enter the door, Song Ningxi blocked the door with both hands, and said with a smile: "That Senior Brother Qingyao, I don't have pants, you give me your clothes through the crack in the door, and I'll change them myself." ”

"This ......" Qing Yao glanced into the room with his peripheral vision, and found nothing abnormal, and Song Ningxi really didn't wear his pants: "Okay then." ”

Song Ningxi took the clothes and said to Qing Yao: "By the way, senior brother, you go and get a new table and put it in this room, the table here is too old, and give this door a new latch, last time I was careless, don't break the latch." ”

"Good. Qing Yao answered, and Song Ningxi hugged his clothes and entered the room.

Qing Yao saw him close the door, turned around and walked away, complaining all the way: "Cut, I don't live in this slave house anymore, what new table do you want, I really know how to put up a shelf." ”

Song Ningxi put his clothes on the bed and looked at them while undressing.

It is really a brocade dress, with a snow satin moire lining, a water blue collared coat, a gold silk black jade belt, a water blue half-leaf double pendulum skirt, and black silk beast head ink cloud boots.

Song Ningxi dressed up, tidied up her hair, and freshened up, she actually had a bit of a stranger like jade, and the charm of a son is unparalleled in the world.

No wonder there is a saying: "People rely on clothes, and Buddha depends on gold." ”

Song Ningxi looked at this outfit and muttered: "Although this dress is good-looking, it's just that after wearing it, why is it always uncomfortable." ”

"The ...... of the Doorman"

Someone shouted outside the house again, Song Ningxi walked to the door, and was about to open the door, when he suddenly realized that there was something, he had to remind himself: "By the way, the blood spirit pill was melted into my body, which is equivalent to me killing the master of the Xia Gate, I must not let others know about this matter, otherwise my life will be difficult to protect." ”

"Invite the master of the door to come to the house and have breakfast. "Outside the door is Qingdong.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qingdong. ”

Qingdong didn't have any dislike for Song Ningxi's name for himself, perhaps because their previous low positions were relatively low, they were more familiar with each other, and they were not so restrained in communication.

Song Ningxi had breakfast, and went to Fenglan Palace, Fenglan Hall was full of white curtains, eaves, column heads, and white lanterns with "Lay" were also hung in the room, the big curtain cloth in the hall was drawn in the center of the main hall, the black coffin was placed on the high platform in the middle, the white and yellow chrysanthemums were spread around the high platform, and three circles of Changming candles were lit on the periphery, and on the incense case in front of the coffin, the spiritual brand, the sacrificial melons and fruits, the incense burner, the incense burner, and the soul-pulling bell were all available.

In front of the coffin, Qianru knelt on the pu mat, bowed her head and burned the yin money ingots, and her tears were clear.

"The new master has arrived!"

Qianru turned around and saw Song Ningxi, dressed in a new outfit.

Song Ningxi arrived at the mourning hall, but he didn't dare to go in, and his mind was still the picture from last night's dream.

"The master of the door. ”

The etiquette disciple on the side whispered, and Song Ningxi was afraid that people would see something, so he took a slight breath and walked into the mourning hall.