The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Ji Siye: “…”

309. Speaker

"speaker?"

Ji Qixue looked up at the sky and muttered casually, "Why are you asking the Speaker?"

At this moment, Jing Yan was lying in the yard, enjoying the long-lost comfortable time.

When cultivating immortals, although one pursues speed in cultivation, if one's mind is unstable, troubles will inevitably arise during the process. Proper rest will not slow down the progress of cultivation, but will be beneficial to it.

There was just a gentle breeze blowing past her ears, and everything was too quiet. Ji Qixue disliked Jing Yan for acting like a retired old man, so she started chattering.

She asked Jingyan to tell her what was fun about Qiu Shui. After all, it was the Dongsheng Shenzhou. Although the books recorded that it was a human land with abundant spiritual energy, Ji Qixue only had a general concept of the customs and culture of Dongsheng Shenzhou. She wanted to know the real Dongsheng Shenzhou from Jingyan.

Jing Yan had no choice but to say a few words, after all, he grew up in Qiu Shui and had hardly left Qiu Shui. In fact, he only had a vague understanding of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

He remembered the sea that he and Mu Yunning saw, vast and boundless, with the silver moon reflected on the sea, and the reflection stretching out.

He told Ji Qixue that there was a beautiful sea in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Ji Qixue frowned and muttered, "There is also a sea in Nanposo Continent. You are so unworldly. If you think the sea is fun, then wait until this matter is over. This Pope...the former Pope will take you to see the sea."

Jing Yan was helpless, so he thought of Qiu Shui's mountain again. Yun Su wrote poems when he was bored. Looking at the peaks, he blurted out: "Ah, mountains, such high mountains..."

What kind of poem is this?

A smile appeared on Jing Yan's lips, and he lowered his head and said, "There are mountains in the autumn water, which are evergreen and magnificent."

Ji Qixue became even more unhappy and said, "Aren't they just mountains and trees? It's like there are no mountains or trees in Nanposo Continent. I can not only take you to see the mountains, but also take you to plant trees. Do you have anything more interesting in your Dongsheng Shenzhou?"

Jing Yan was silent. He felt that Ji Qixue was looking for trouble.

So he asked, "What fun things are there in your Nanposo Continent?"

"There are so many interesting things!" Ji Qixue became excited when she talked about this: "For example, some unknown little secrets of the court. How about this? This is the first time you have seen such interesting things, right?"

Jing Yan didn’t know if it was because Ji Qixue had never left the Demon Palace and had little contact with things in the outside world. She could only meet those ministers every day, so she thought the little secrets of the court were interesting.

But this is a court secret of Nanposo Continent, so it’s okay if I listen to it, right?

But Ji Qixue obviously had no awareness of being the former Pope. She didn't care about the privacy of those ministers at all and began to enthusiastically tell Jing Yan about the interesting stories of the ministers.

She talked a lot, starting with the Archbishop, then slowly moved on to Siming, and how cute Ji Siye was. After Siming, she talked about the Speaker.

Speaking of this, Jing Yan was really curious.

He was curious about the identity of the Speaker.

After all, he had heard something about it from the elders of the sect before he arrived in Nanposo Continent.

The most mysterious person in South Posuo is not the Pope, but the Speaker of the Parliament.

The Pope at least can be seen in person, but the Speaker is like a mysterious dragon that is hard to find, and few people know his true identity.

So he asked Ji Qixue, wanting to ask her if she knew who the Speaker was.

"Oh, you mean the Speaker."

Ji Qixue had nothing to hide from Jing Yan now. After spending so much time together, they had already reached a certain tacit trust. These things were just mentioned casually as anecdotes - after all, she was no longer the current Pope and did not have such a high professional ethics.

"Of course I know who he is. Let me tell you, he is..."

......

.......

Wen Youqing and Ji Siye were walking on the street.

However, the holy city is still under martial law at this moment, and the once prosperous streets have become deserted. It is not that the Holy See has issued an order prohibiting people from going out, but that the people are afraid of being suspected by the guards and tortured.

Although there were not many pedestrians on the road, there were still some. Wen Youqing and Ji Siye had changed their appearances, and if the monks had not observed them very carefully, no one would have noticed that they were different.

When passing by the intersection, Wen Youqing glanced and saw a whole group of guards patrolling the street. The atmosphere seemed a bit solemn.

"Hey, where are you taking me?"

She tugged at the corner of Ji Siye's clothes and said, "You haven't told me the true identity of the Speaker yet."

"Quiet."

Ji Siye made a gesture to silence the crowd and reminded them, "Don't be impatient. I'm taking you to see the Speaker. What if you raise your voice so loudly that it alerts the guards?"

"No, you're being so secretive that I wonder if you're going to sell me out."

Wen Youqing retorted: "I'm unfamiliar with the Holy City, so at least tell me where you're going!"

“Isn’t this the time?”

Ji Siye held Wen Youqing's arm and looked at the restaurant in front of him.

"Manzhaoyuan?"

Wen Youqing raised his head, looked at the restaurant sign, and asked in confusion: "The Speaker is a cook?"

"......From now on, you should talk less."

Ji Siye sighed helplessly and walked into the restaurant.

The restaurant was deserted, with only the manager sitting at the front desk reading a book. When he saw the visitors, he stood up and respectfully asked the two, "My dear guests, what do you need?"

"Send the five hundred year old Bichun tea to the Tianzi box three times."

Hearing Ji Siye's words, the store manager's face suddenly became serious, and his tone was a little hurried: "Now that the Holy City is under martial law, this five hundred year old Bichun tea is not in the store."

"Oh?" Ji Siye glanced sideways: "Where is that?"

"plz follow me."

The store manager looked outside, looking for anyone suspicious. After confirming that there was no one, he led Wen Youqing and Ji Siye to the kitchen and pushed a barrel of wine.

"Mr. Speaker happens to be here today."

He whispered to Ji Siye: "Lord Siming, the Speaker has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Oh?"

Ji Siye thought that the Speaker had no ill will towards her, but she did not expect that the other party was actually waiting for her, so she bent down and walked into the narrow tunnel.

Wen Youqing followed her closely.

"Now can you tell me who the Speaker is?"

Wen Youqing asked Ji Siye in the tunnel.

"You'll see it soon."

The tunnel is very long and has been modified by spiritual stones on all sides, so it doesn't feel narrow. It's just that it's difficult to tell the direction in it and I don't know where this tunnel will eventually lead to.

Wen Youqing walked for a long time before he saw a ray of light, and then the light grew brighter and brighter.

To the exit.

Wen Youqing thought.

She stuck her head out and found that the exit was actually a beautiful garden with a pavilion in the garden. An old man was sitting there drinking tea, seemingly waiting for a visitor.

Wen Youqing's pupils contracted slightly.

Because she had seen the old man.

That was the first person from the Vatican she met when she arrived in Nanposozhou.

His name is Yin Shenguan, or Lingyin Taoist. He is the elder brother of Lingxu Taoist, the Grand Elder of Qiushui, and the great elder of Nanposo Continent.

He is also one of the three most mysterious purple robes in the Holy See.

The Speaker of Parliament.

At this moment, he was smiling, waiting for the visitor... Was it Ji Siye, or was it her, Wen Youqing?