Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 672 Why Don't You Let Little Junior Sister Know
At night, in a quiet and elegant inn in the west of Luoxia City, Lu Qingli played a series of alchemy formulas, and the runes on the alchemy furnace flowed like stars twinkling in the night.

Bursts of fresh and pleasant but refreshing danxiang also permeated with the night wind.

In the nearby courtyard, Wen Ruyu sat in front of the window, staring at the dark clouds in the sky like mountains and hills for a long time.Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the clouds and shone on an ancient token in his hand.

The token is neither gold nor jade, similar to the Immortal Order, but it looks even more primitive. Because of the serious damage, the writing on it is blurred and cannot be recognized.

If Lu Qingli or Chu Qinghan were present, they would definitely recognize that this token was exactly the same as the one left behind by Gongliang Kangde after his death.

"The one left by Yin Fengcheng?" Su Zimo came to the window at some point, looked at the token carefully, and asked.

Wen Ruyu nodded.Yin Fengcheng committed suicide and died, and the token happened to fall at his feet, so he collected the treasure bag as quickly as possible.

At that time, the hall was in chaos, and even Lu Qingli didn't notice it, but Su Zimo was beside him, so he could see it clearly.

"Why don't you let Junior Sister know?" Su Zimo asked.

"I can't see the history anyway, so why bother her?" Wen Ruyu smiled lightly and said freely.

"If I'm not mistaken, you've been with Junior Sister, so it has something to do with it?" Su Zimo glanced at the token again and asked.

"How is it possible? You're thinking too much. I just think it's more interesting to follow my junior sister. Are you willing to stay in Tiandao Peak and listen to the shameless bickering of some bad old men all day long?" Wen Ruyu was slightly taken aback, and then firmly denied it.

"Really?" Su Zimo tilted his head, revealing a meaningful smile.

"It's getting late, we have to go to Xianyi Mountain tomorrow, so let's get some rest early.

Also, didn't you focus on pursuing the supreme immortality, and didn't care about the relationship between men and women, when did you become as talkative as Ziyun?

Listen to the elder brother's advice, practice honestly, don't think wildly, otherwise you will mess up your mind, and you will regret it sometimes. "Wen Ruyu taught Wen Ruyu a lesson by putting on the air of a senior brother, and then closed the window impatiently.

When he turned around and left, there was a smear of blood red behind his ears.

"I'm just asking casually, do I need such a big reaction?" Su Zimo shook his head and walked towards his room, but the smile on his face became even more playful.

At the same time, in the extreme west of Tianwaitian, the desolate and barren rocks undulate like waves.An old and dilapidated fairy gate hall stands on top of the rock, revealing a dim light.

The two old men sat cross-legged in the hall, holding chess pieces in their hands, looking at the endgame that had been played for many years before them, and no one made a move for a long time.

"Is there still no news about Gongliang Kant?" After a long time, an old man in a white robe asked with a gloomy face.

"The soul lamp has been extinguished, so it's more likely than not that it's more ominous than good." The opposite old man, who was strong and majestic, was silent for a moment and said.

"Hey, I didn't expect that Haoqi Xianmen would lose so miserably. Gongliang Kant's decades of hard work were ruined, and he had an accident. Is it really God's will?" The white-robed old man sighed, dull Throw the pieces back into the urn.

"It depends on man's will. How can there be so much providence in this world?" The black-robed old man said disapprovingly, and threw the chess pieces back into the chess urn heavily.

"Although Gongliang Kangde's cultivation base is not very high, the ancestral Hundred Poisons and Resentful Soul Formation is unrivaled in power. Even if the incident is revealed, the mighty Immortal Sect's strength can't help him. How could there be an accident?" the white-robed old man asked. Frowning, he continued.

"I've already sent someone to inquire about the news, and it probably won't take long for the results to come out," said the black-robed old man.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall, and then a middle-aged man who was busy with travel and dust pushed the door and entered.

"Have you found out, who killed Gongliang Kant?" The black-robed old man asked immediately.

"Forgive me for your incompetence, and failed to find out the real culprit." The middle-aged man knelt down on one knee and said in fear.

"Huh?" The faces of the two old men sank at the same time.

"However, this subordinate happened to be carrying a soul-searching bottle, and found Gongliang Kant's lingering thoughts, and maybe he could find out the real culprit." The middle-aged man was so frightened that he was dripping with cold sweat, and quickly took out a dark blue jade bottle.

The faces of the two old men looked better now, and they took the soul-searching bottle from him.

The old man in white robe played Dao Dao Jue, and soon, there was a talisman light flashing on the bottle.The seal was gradually broken, and a wisp of faint blue mist curled out from the bottle mouth, forming a vague and ethereal human face.

You can recognize Gongliang Kant without careful identification.However, unlike the Gongliang Kant Lu Qingli saw last time, this misty face no longer had the complacency it had before, and its eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

As the white-robed old man continued to strike out one after another, the resentment and unwillingness in Gongliang Kant's cannian eyes became more and more intense, and his face also changed quietly. Incomparable.

There is no doubt that even if this person is not the real murderer of Gongliang Kant, he must be the mastermind, otherwise Gongliang Kant would not have such deep resentment towards her.

"This is..." The eyes of the two old men showed doubts.

I thought that Gongliang Kant himself was not weak, and he had an ancestral formation of hundreds of poisonous and resentful souls. If he died unexpectedly, the opponent must be strong, and his age would certainly not be too young, but he did not expect that the real murderer was such a bright-eyed man. There is still a little girl with a bit of greenness between her teeth and even her eyebrows.

The middle-aged man was also taken aback, his eyes were full of bewilderment, obviously he didn't know who the girl was.

"Two elders, something big is wrong, something big is wrong!" At this moment, a young man shouted in panic and stumbled into the hall.

"Lu Qingli!" Afterwards, he saw the ethereal and beautiful face in midair, and subconsciously exclaimed.

"Do you recognize this person?" The two old men asked in unison.

"She is a disciple of Tiandao Peak of the Supreme Dao Sect, Lu Qingli." The young man replied.

"Supreme Dao Sect? The Supreme Dao Sect who defeated Haoqi Immortal Sect?" The old man in white robe raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That's right, it's the Supreme Dao Sect." The young man said affirmatively.

"How do you know her?" the old man in white robe asked.

"The battle between the Supreme Dao Sect and the Jinzhong Immortal Sect happened to pass by, so I went to watch a few of them. I was very impressed by this person," said the young man.

"How is her strength?" the old man in black robe asked.

"Cultivation is not high, she has only reached the peak of Xuanzhen, but she has cultivated all four veins and is proficient in sword techniques, talismans, and alchemy. It is difficult for a monk at the peak of Jindan to win against her." The young man replied.

"Cultivate all four meridians, proficient in sword technique, talisman, alchemy..." Several other people in the hall stared wide-eyed, as if they had heard a strange talk from heaven.

(End of this chapter)