My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 345 Asking for a Job from Your Majesty

Lingxue Pavilion.

All previous matters were settled with a word from the two "immortal messengers" who suddenly visited.

Baiyun Temple did not refute, nor did the Five Elements Sect, and Lingxue Pavilion naturally would not refute either.

The Lingxue Pavilion Master Xing Dao of the Seventh Realm Tianji finally returned to his own little piece of land.

Ji Wuye is dead.

It doesn't matter.

This was somewhat beyond his expectations, but he didn't care.

Because in his expectation, Ji Wuye was going to die.

However, the fight with Ye Wuyou seemed to have completely eroded the opponent with Ji Wuye's weirdness.

Since the immortal messenger was present at the time, he did not cause trouble for Ye Wuyou, and Master Zhang also advised him not to cause trouble.

But more importantly, he didn't want to cause dissatisfaction for both the Lu and Luo families at the same time. Besides, Master Wang Ting seemed to care a lot about that kid.

A little girl with an extreme personality, Lu Chen who stands at the pinnacle of Tianquan, and Wang Ting who always stares at him with smiling eyes.

Xing Dao thought about it in his mind and didn't take any action.

He wasn't afraid, he just didn't want to make things more complicated.

Never mind, that kid is just at the fifth realm.

He never took the other person to heart.

The pavilion is spacious and not luxurious. The air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood. Snow is flying outside the window and drifting onto the windowsill. It is quite quiet.

He sat quietly in the attic, looking out the window at the ice and snow on the Lingxue Mountain that had not melted for thousands of years.

Lingxue Pavilion is like this, with frost and snow all year round.

His eyes were calm, but his fingertips kept tapping lightly on the back of the chair, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

Finally, a figure slowly emerged from the flying snow outside the attic.

The tapping fingertips paused suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Xing Dao's eyes, then he stood up, gently straightened his sleeves, forced a smile on his simple and silent face, and went out to greet the guests.

A figure in a dark green Taoist robe walked forward on the flying snow. He did not hold an umbrella, but the flying snow fluttered down without staining his sleeves at all.

The man walked to the front of the attic, stopped for a moment, glanced at Pavilion Master Lingxue who was greeting him with an indifferent look, and then nodded.

"Please excuse me, Pavilion Master, to greet you."

"You are too polite, Immortal Envoy."

The head of Lingxue Pavilion, Xing Dao, clasped his fists slightly at this moment, then waved his sleeves and led the way into the attic.

He walked in front, but there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The path of punishment is the newest of the seven realms that one has entered in the past two hundred years or so, and his cultivation is considered fast among those in Baiyun Temple and the Five Elements Sect.

Apart from the emergence of a group of extremely talented practitioners in recent years, the practice of the criminal way can even be said to be a combination of talent and opportunity.

After all, he inherited the Taoist tradition of Lingxue Pavilion, so even if he stepped into the seventh realm from the sixth realm, he did not encounter any difficult obstacles.

But because of this, he knows very little about some things.

This so-called "immortal messenger" was the first time he had seen him; he had only heard of him before.

As for the "Your Excellency" mentioned by the other party, I had only heard of him in a few words, but I could vaguely know that the Taoist tradition leading to the seventh realm in Lingxue Pavilion was passed down by the other party.

In addition, the situation in Daxuan was also created by the other party.

In the chaos thousands of years ago, at the end of the dynasty, sects were everywhere, opposing each other, demons were everywhere, and there were many evil ways. Everyone who practiced martial arts was in danger, and as soon as people grew up, they were all thinking about going to martial arts halls to practice.

The entire Daxuan is like a dark forest. Either you kill me or I kill you.

Of course, these are all what Xing Dao heard from storybooks. Many records are hidden in history books, so their authenticity is questionable.

But now everything is calm, with only the seven largest companies left sitting down to discuss and negotiate, which is indeed the other party's intention.

However, it is said that every time the Lord sends out an envoy, he will bring something to each family...

What will the fairy messenger bring this time?

Xing Dao thought silently, with a bit of hope in his heart.

A panacea to improve your practice and reach the eighth realm?
Or is it a new tradition? Or some kind of magical power?
However, all of this will only be known after something is delivered.

Thinking of this, a layer of gloom appeared in Xing Dao's eyes.

He led the fairy to a secret room and then gently opened the door.

The secret room was empty, with only one object placed on the ground.

It may not be appropriate to say that it was an object, because it was a person.

Ji Wuye's body was now firmly sealed in that secret room.

"Mr. Envoy, this is my beloved disciple. I trained her for the purpose of..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Xing Dao's gaze focused slightly on the messenger's hand, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

A completely black fruit was held in the messenger's palm.

This is the fruit of the Tao.

But compared with the two Tao fruits that Ye Wuyou and the Lu family ancestor had swallowed, this fruit is really a bit small.

Can be held in the palm of your hand.

The two fruits grown in the sacred tree are as big as a baby's head.

But everything he saw was enough to shock Xing Dao.

The faint fragrance of the fruit, just a slight sniff, was enough to stir up ripples in Xing Dao's heart.

As if he noticed Xing Dao's gaze, the messenger smiled faintly and spoke in a calm voice.

"This is a Dao fruit. Does Pavilion Master recognize it?"

Daoguo, what is that?
Xing Dao didn't recognize it, but that didn't prevent him from understanding it.

That fruit, that black fruit, would undoubtedly enhance his practice.

There was a gleam of light in Xing Dao's eyes.

He was just a young man of over 200 years old, unlike the two old monks from Baiyun Temple and the old woman from the Five Elements Sect.

He is still young, has dreams and drive.

Since entering the Seventh Realm, although he is extremely powerful, his progress has been slow after years of practice, and he has not been able to find any panacea that is useful for the upper three realms. The Eighth Realm, Tianxuan, is still a long way off.

Xing Dao shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"I don't know, but this fruit..." Xing Dao didn't say anything final, but tried to test it.

"Do you want it?" The messenger narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him.

Xing Dao took a deep breath, then without thinking, bowed slightly and kowtowed to the other party.

The attitude is extremely respectful.

Obviously, both of them were at the seventh level of cultivation, and Xing Dao even felt that his attainments were slightly higher than the other party's.

But he couldn't care less now.

"I hope the Immortal Envoy will give me some fruit."

Xing Dao buried his head very low, but the figure in front of him just flashed lightly and walked towards the secret room without staying in front of him.

This caused a hint of gloom to appear in Xing Dao's lowered eyes.

The voice came.

"Master, you don't have to be so polite. This Dao Fruit was meant to be given to you, but it's a pity."

pity?

Xing Dao had already raised his head at this moment, the gloomy look in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his calm gaze followed the messenger's gaze.

The messenger squatted down gently at this moment, looked at Ji Wuye's body, then shook his head with a slight sigh.

"It's a pity that your disciple is dead. How can a dead thing and a living thing have the same price? So, I can't give you this fruit."

Then, as he spoke, the messenger clenched his palms and crushed the fruit easily.

The juice, along with some kind of faint smell, poured onto Ji Wuye's body, or rather, onto this corpse that was sealed with something strange.

This scene made Xing Dao extremely sad.

It would be a lie to say that I didn't feel uncomfortable. That fruit should have been given to me.

But Ji Wuye is dead...

He felt strongly dissatisfied with Baiyun Temple.

That day, if Master Zhang hadn't found him and said that he was worried that his disciple Ding Wang would not be able to defeat Ye Wuyou, so he asked him to arrange for Ji Wuye to go on the field first.

So Xing Dao gave Master Zhang this favor.

Then Ji Wuye died during the fight with Ye Wuyou.

Xing Dao, who had previously not cared about Ji Wuye's life or death, now felt extremely regretful and gloomy.

But at this moment he could only remain calm and watch the scene happening in front of him without letting himself show any emotion.

An illusory black shadow was pulled out from Ji Wuye's corpse. It should have been illusory and weird, but the black shadow was faintly emitting a kind of moisturized luster, as if it had a layer of brilliance.

Those are the traces of being nourished by the Tao Fruit.

The messenger sealed the strangeness for another layer and then put it into his pocket.

The messenger reached out again and took out another strange thing.

But at the moment when the strange thing happened, the messenger's eyes paused slightly, and then he turned to look at Xing Dao who was standing at the door with a puzzled look on his face.

"Pavilion Master, your disciple has something strange on him. What is it?"

Ji Wuye has two strange ones.

This is normal. If it was a monster, Ji Wuye would not be able to survive for so long.

Xing Dao knew all of this, and also knew of the existence of [Copy], but he really didn't know what the other body on Ji Wuye's body was.

Ji Wuye never revealed it to him.

"I don't know, but maybe it has something to do with gender? My dear envoy, although my disciple has two strange things, the other one seems to be useless and I have never seen it used." Xing Dao could only guess this way. But the envoy's eyes gradually darkened, his face slowly solidified, and the light smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

The dark shadow was sealed away by him, and a chilling voice came from the secret room.

"This is [Intimate], which means to know what is in other people's minds. Pavilion Master, everything you want to do to her, including what you are thinking in your heart, should have been exposed long ago."

These words made Xing Dao's expression pause slightly, and then his face became extremely stiff.

The messenger continued, "Now, it is not certain whether your disciple is really dead. Since she had anticipated it, she might have prepared a way to escape. But if it is like this, it will be fine. But if something is leaked... Master, what do you think?"

"I don't think it will come to this. My disciple should be dead, and I don't know much." Xing Dao said silently.

He now really hoped that Ye Wuyou would kill Ji Wuye completely.

A figure in a dark green Taoist robe walked slowly up to him, his eyes showing a thoughtful look, and then he smiled and spoke in a light voice.

"Is that so? Well, Pavilion Master, you don't know much, so it's unlikely that anyone would notice anything."

These words made Xing Dao feel slightly relieved.

But the messenger in front of him had just finished speaking with a chuckle, and then his expression suddenly changed, and the sharpness of his words turned. Suddenly, murderous intent burst out of his eyes, and his voice was chilling.

"But if there is such a chance that someone follows this clue and affects Your Majesty, what will Pavilion Master do?"

After the other party brought up the matter of His Majesty, Xing Dao finally stopped harboring any illusions and realized the seriousness of the matter.

But now that things have come to this, what can we do?

After all, it's just in case.

He simply looked straight ahead, narrowed his eyes and slightly crossed his gaze, and spoke directly.

"Then what do you think, ambassador?"

The messenger did not say anything, but the coldness in his eyes became even colder. He just looked at him like this.

The matter at this moment could be big or small. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to put pressure on the other party and let the other party do something for him.

It's not easy to go out, and you can make some money at the same time.

Now that I think about it, I underestimated him a bit, thinking that this Pavilion Master was just like that old woman from the Five Elements Sect, who could be manipulated by others.

The latter always looks at him.

Xing Dao was a burly man with a solemn expression, and was a head taller than him.

In addition, the aura of this Pavilion Master is also more powerful and massive than that of this envoy.

But so what?
The messenger's eyes flashed coldly and he spoke sternly.

"Since Pavilion Master asked this, do you want me to send a message to His Majesty so that you can ask him in person?"

The messenger thought that the other party would retreat in the face of difficulty, but he never expected that what responded to him was Xing Dao's clear and sharp words.

"it is good."

Xing Dao wanted to improve, he wanted to improve very much and wanted to pursue a higher realm.

To do this, he can pay some price and do some troublesome things.

But the so-called messenger in front of him was not worthy of his further attention.

"Please, sir, the envoy, send a message to His Majesty now." He narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke word by word.

His body was slightly staggered, blocking the way in from the door.

The messenger paused, then looked at Xing Dao's always calm face, frowned slightly, as if realizing something.

It seemed that the other party only wanted to meet that Lord from the beginning to the end.

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The messenger held a jade token in his hand and gently shook it, and an illusory light and shadow appeared in the secret room.

Xing Dao glanced at the token in the other person's hand, and some inexplicable doubts arose in his heart.

How come these old antiques who have no contact with the world use the latest long-distance communication machine, and the limited edition 14th generation Yuanfeng Blue? Where did they buy it?

A phantom figure appeared faintly above the light and shadow.

The envoy who had been so arrogant before now had a calm expression and bowed respectfully towards the illusory figure in the light curtain.

The figure in the light curtain always looked illusory. It was impossible to see his expression, face, or even his clothes.

Xing Dao looked at this scene with a frown on his face, wondering if this was really the mysterious Lord. Would the other party use a fake person to deceive him?

But the next moment, Xing Dao's pupils shrank slightly.

The invisible pressure passed through the restrictions he had set up outside Lingxue Pavilion, passed through the light curtain, passed through the endless distance, and permeated his entire body.

What state is this?
A trace of cold sweat broke out on Xing Dao's forehead, and he was even more shocked in his heart. He glanced around the secret room with the corner of his eye, but except for the messenger who was bowing respectfully the whole time, there was no one in sight.

Across thousands of miles?

Eighth Realm Tianxuan? Nineth Realm Tianshu?
No.

It was completely different from the realm he knew.

At the same time, an indifferent female voice sounded in his heart.

"You, want to find your Excellency?"

What do you mean?
Isn't that the other party?
"Your Majesty is in seclusion. If you have anything to say, just tell me and I can convey it for you." The woman's voice sounded again.

Xing Dao narrowed his eyes slightly.

never mind.

With this level of attainment, it doesn’t matter whether you are a supreme being or not.

This is who he is looking for.

Xing Dao took a deep breath, and finally took a light step, then knelt on one knee facing the illusory light and shadow, with a solemn expression and spoke respectfully.

"This Pavilion Master knows that this matter will have serious consequences, and I hope Your Excellency can give me a chance."

There was silence for a moment.

I don’t know if he is communicating or thinking about something.

"How can I give you a chance?"

"From now on, I am willing to serve you, even if it means death."

After a pause, Xing Dao lowered his eyes slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, then he looked straight ahead and spoke in a deep voice.

"I dare to ask for a job from you, Your Majesty."

There was a long silence.

Xing Dao never stood up.

Until that cold and indifferent voice with a sneer reappeared in his mind.

"Seal [annihilation] and reclaim [thunder pool], can you do it?"

[Annihilation] and [Thunder Pool] have always been two forbidden areas of Daxuan. They can only be suppressed by manpower and cannot be sealed and recovered.

If it could be banned, it wouldn’t have been delayed until now.

But the moment these words came to his mind, Xing Dao opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But he never spoke.

The voice sounded again, still with a sneer and sarcasm.

"Explore the Endless Sea, search for Penglai, can you do it?"

Xing Dao lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The illusory figure in the light curtain flickered for a moment.

"I have an errand to do. Your Majesty is not feeling well and needs the wood spirit of the sacred tree as a medicine inducer. Go find it."

Sacred tree? The Lu family's?

Didn’t the sacred tree collapse in full view of everyone?

How can we find it? It’s impossible to find it. Is there a second sacred tree in the world?

But then, Xing Dao's eyes froze, as if he was thinking about something.

"Besides this, there is another person who used to be a servant of Your Excellency. His name is Feng Xinling, but he has not returned yet. He may be related to the sacred tree spirit. You should pay more attention to him."

An image of a figure appeared in Xing Dao's mind.

That is the wind soul.

In addition, there is a breath of wind soul.

Xing Dao remembered it firmly in his mind, both its appearance and its aura.

Although this is like looking for a needle in a haystack, it is not difficult for Xingdao to find the breath of a person.

It just takes time and manpower.

Xing Dao is only over two hundred years old now, and his cultivation has stagnated. He decides to try out twenty rounds first.

The voice came again, with a hint of fatigue.

"If you choose one of the two, I will give you the Dao Fruit. If you achieve both, I will teach you the Dharma on your behalf, and you can enter Tianxuan directly."

There was a gleam of light in his lowered eyes, and Xing Dao raised his eyebrows and said respectfully.

"Thank you for your grace, Your Excellency."

"Tired..."

The figure in the light curtain disappeared, and the messenger frowned slightly and looked at Xing Dao.

At this moment, Xing Dao no longer cared about the other party's expression and had already turned around and left.

There was a vast expanse of white snow-capped mountains. Xing Dao was standing on the top of the mountain, gazing into the distance.

His expression was calm as he looked towards the foot of the mountain, where he saw the envoy walking away alone with a gloomy face.

Looking at this scene, Xing Dao's mouth corners couldn't help but curl up slightly, and a hint of joy emerged in his heart.

Gradually, the joy grew greater and greater until it filled his soul.

From the top of the snowy mountain, bursts of hearty laughter could be heard from a man.

(End of this chapter)