Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Chapter 216
Dongsheng resident, above the highest peak pavilion.

Looking at the two spirit sticks that were completely extinguished in his hand, Ning Daohuan couldn't help shaking his face violently.

He had just praised Zhu Ziji for being immortal in a hundred battles, but when he turned around, he was slapped in the face.

The same is true of that Wang Ba before.

If he didn't know that it was impossible, he couldn't help wondering if someone was deliberately targeting him.

When Tang Ji saw this, he couldn't help squinting his eyes, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

"Your Excellency, are you teasing Tang?"

"This...Tang Shangzhen forgives the crime! I dare not think so! There is absolutely no reason to do so, and I ask Tang Shangzhen to learn from me!"

"As for why these two people suddenly died suddenly, I really don't know, Tang Shang really rest assured, I will definitely investigate what happened..."

"no!"

Tang Ji snorted coldly, flew up with a flick of his sleeves, and said coldly:

"I'll be back in a year."

Immediately flew to the distance without stopping.

"Tang Shangzhen, Tang Shangzhen!"

Looking at Tang Ji's figure disappearing into the sky, Ning Daohuan's face, which was originally full of apologetic smiles and regrets, suddenly became gloomy.

boom!
The gazebo was shattered by a trace of overflowing mana, and the broken stones, bricks and tiles instantly collapsed in all directions.

The monks around did not dare to breathe out.

Ning Daohuan stood in the middle of the gazebo, gritted his teeth, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

"Asshole! This Tang guy is an asshole!"

"He didn't pay attention to me at all!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"kill him!"

Thinking of his groveling and submissive appearance just now, Ning Daohuan couldn't help feeling extremely aggrieved and furious in his heart.

Not to mention that he has never encountered such a situation after ascending to the position of leader, even when the old leader was there before, he appreciated it quite a lot.

It was just that when he first joined the Tianmen Sect, he suffered a lot.

However, the arrival of Tang Ji made him feel the powerlessness he had not seen for a long time. In front of this Tang Shangzhen, he seemed to have returned to the time when he had just embarked on the road of cultivation.

Weakness, humbleness, life and death are all tied to the thoughts of others...

Before this, he once thought that he had reached the highest point in the world that he could reach.

Although he knew that this feeling was just wishful thinking, he never expected that reality would hit him so quickly.

"Is Nascent Soul Consummation..."

Ning Daohuan looked at the figure that had disappeared in the distance, his eyes filled with a trace of extreme longing.

"almost."

"almost!"

With his back to everyone, he suddenly said, "Where's Elder Lu?"

"Elder Lu is retreating to death."

Not long ago, the young Taoist surnamed Bei who played chess with Lu Yuansheng hurriedly said.

"Such a major incident happened in the church, and he is still in retreat?"

"After leaving the customs, let him come to see me."

Ning Daohuan couldn't help frowning deeply, and everyone around could feel his suppressed anger.

In the eyes of many people, there is a look of gloating.

Lu Yuansheng was so favored that some elders could not get used to it for a long time, but now they are very happy to see Lu Yuansheng flying into disaster.

"One more thing, does anyone know where Zhu Ziji and that Wang Ba went?"

Ning Daohuan turned around and looked around at the crowd with cold eyes.

Among the crowd, the young Taoist surnamed Bei hesitated slightly, then cupped his hands again and said:
"That Wang Ba... just happened to be at Junior Brother Lu's place not long ago, and left soon after. Nephew Zhu was also under Junior Brother Lu's command. He seemed to have something to do before, so he also went out."

Hearing this, Ning Daohuan immediately raised his eyebrows:

"I went to Elder Lu...do you know where they went?"

The young Taoist quickly shook his head: "Master, please forgive me, I don't understand."

"It seems that only Elder Lu knows."

Ning Daohuan's tone was faint, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Just as he was talking, Ning Daohuan suddenly felt something, and a spirit stick suddenly appeared in his palm.

On the spirit sign, as the breath of the soul dissipated, the light also dimmed.

There are three gilt small characters on it:
Song Buping.

"Song Buping... This person has been guarding the passage at Jiantao's garrison. He died suddenly. Could it be that someone sneaked into Jiantao's garrison?"

In the crowd, Elder Xuan Puppet Dao Jin Dan couldn't help but be wary.

Ning Daohuan narrowed his eyes when he heard the words.

"Check it out for me!"

……

call--

Jiantao's residence is outside the three major dangers.

A gust of wind gently blew the broken green leaves pressed by the newly dug up soil, and the sound of birdsong all around was quietly silent.

Two monks in red and black robes appeared in front of the green leaves at some unknown time.

One of them has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, like a honest elder.

The other one was a young Taoist surnamed Bei.

The two looked at the scene in front of them, and were slightly silent.

They didn't look at the broken green leaf, but looked straight ahead.

In a passage not far away, only a few dozen feet away, there grows an old tree as thick as a cylinder.

The old tree is strong, and it seems that the wood is quite compact.

This can be seen from the cut-off of the tree trunk above.

And on the trunk of this old tree.

At this moment, there is a monk who is also wearing a red and black robe.

There was a dharma sword stuck in his body, which entered from the back, pierced through the chest, and was inserted into the tree trunk.

It's just that the monk was facing the tree trunk, so he couldn't see its appearance at all.

However, the benevolent old man couldn't help showing fierceness and fury:
"It's Song Buping!"

"Who on earth is it that dares to attack the monks who taught me the Foundation Establishment!"

The young monk surnamed Bei didn't speak, but walked forward quickly, and gently pulled out the magic sword.

Accompanied by this movement, the monk's body immediately fell.

And the old tree with the thickness of a round cylinder in front of it also exploded instantly, turning into a pile of dust, and dispersed with the wind.

Seeing this, the young Taoist surnamed Bei couldn't help but a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What a brilliant mana control."

And the old man also came up, saw the dharma sword in the hands of the young Taoist surnamed Bei, and suddenly said in surprise:

"This is the magic sword that Song Buping exchanged from the treasury in the sect, and I gave it to him myself."

The young Taoist surnamed Bei immediately thought about it when he heard the words:
"Killed by my magic sword... It seems that the person who killed Song Buping was much stronger than Song Buping."

"However, I didn't take away the second-order magic sword. Is it because I don't like it, or is it in a hurry to leave?"

"And Song Buping died outside. When he died, he was facing the direction of the passage. Obviously, he had left the passage for some reason before, but he quickly realized the danger and wanted to escape back to the station, but he didn't have time to escape... "

"What did Junior Brother Bei discover?"

The old man stood aside and couldn't help asking.

The young Taoist shook his head, did not speak, but squatted down again, carefully inspecting Song Buping's wound and body.

But soon he shook his head again:

"It has been completely destroyed, and nothing can be seen at all, but there is a faint trace of mana in it..."

"Blood work?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and said suddenly:
"Is it Zhu Ziji?"

"wrong."

The young Taoist directly vetoed the old man's conjecture: "The time is wrong, Zhu Ziji died first, but Song Buping died later."

Hearing this, the old man thought about it for a while, and suddenly showed unwillingness: "If it's not him, who else could it be? Tu Shengdao has always been famous for his blood skills, and with his strength, he can indeed easily capture Song Buping's magic sword. And killed Song Buping."

"Besides, Song Buping knew Zhu Ziji, and if he didn't defend against him, it was indeed possible to follow him out of the passage, and then sensed the danger and wanted to escape. This is also very consistent with your previous speculation."

The young Taoist frowned slightly, and had to admit that what the old man said had some truth.

"Besides... who said that Zhu Ziji must be dead? As far as I know, there is another possibility..."

In the eyes of the old man, there was a trace of deepness, which meant something.

When the young Taoist heard the words, his whole body was shocked, and he spread his consciousness all around in a panic, and immediately scolded:

"Brother Gu, you are crazy! What nonsense!"

Seeing this, the old man raised the corners of his mouth, chuckled, and stopped talking.

It's just that what the old man said made the young Taoist faintly feel that the old man's guess might be right.

Song Buping, I'm afraid Zhu Ziji could have killed him with his own hands.

After all, the two died one after the other, and before that there was Wang Ba, all three of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators, and now that the fighting has ceased, such frequent deaths are extremely rare.

It would be too much of a coincidence.

If there is no connection, the young Taoist would not believe it at all.

Recalling that Zhu Ziji went out in a hurry before, maybe he followed Wang Ba and waited for an opportunity to make a move.

And Song Buping probably didn't know the situation, so he went out together, only to find that Zhu Ziji had killed Wang Ba, realized something was wrong, so he ran back immediately.

It's a pity that Song Buping's strength is low, and he is far from Zhu Ziji's opponent.

After a quick search in his mind, the young Taoist unexpectedly discovered that this line of thinking was extremely smooth.

The only thing that made the young Taoist murmur was, why did Zhu Ziji kill Wang Ba?

Reminiscent of Zhu Ziji coming out of Lu Yuansheng's palace, then leaving quickly, and then Wang Ba being killed, this time period is extremely tight.

The young Taoist hardly had to think about it before he vaguely guessed a possibility.

"Junior Brother Lu..."

The young Taoist sighed slightly.

He is still very optimistic about this junior brother.

High talent, many means, good at forbearance, but also ruthless enough.

With such an appearance, it was exactly the same as the former leader.

It's no wonder that the leader will train him as an heir.

It's just that if Junior Brother Lu really instigated this matter, no matter how generous the leader is, he might not be able to bear it.

After all, the spiritual lottery is related to the rule of the Tianmen Sect, and the leader will never allow someone to exist without the spiritual lottery.

After thinking for a while, the young Taoist immediately drove these distracting thoughts out of his mind.

"So, the place where Zhu Ziji killed Wang Ba shouldn't be too far away!"

A gleam of brilliance flashed in the eyes of the young Taoist.

Dang even flew in the opposite direction from where Song Buping fled with the old man.

Not long after, the two couldn't help but their expressions changed slightly.

"there!"

Sweeping through their consciousness, they all sensed that there was something in the distance that was interfering with their perception.

The two soon landed on a raised stone pillar, looking down from a high position, overlooking the bottom.

And when they saw a large piece of fragmented and overturned mountains below.

The two were silent for a moment.

(End of this chapter)