Old Man Tianji's face was condensed, and with a wave of his hand, Song Bieli retreated quietly.
"What does Junior Sister mean?" Elder Tianji sat down slowly, poured a cup of tea, and said slowly: "Is this what Master and the elderly want to ask, or is it what Junior Junior Sister wants to ask?"
"Senior brother, what do you think?" Zhuo Huifan covered his mouth with a smile, and said in a charming voice: "Little junior sister stopped joking with senior brother, I think it scares you."
Old Man Tianji snorted coldly, but did not speak.
Zhuo Huifan looked at the corpse on the ground, but his voice sank, and he said, "Regardless of whether the master convicts or not, my junior sister has one thing unknown. According to the master's arrangement back then, I will be in charge and in charge of the affairs on the white road. The imperial power; and the Holy Gate is led by the second senior brother Luo Podi, who is worshiped as the state religion and controls the beliefs of the people of the world; while the senior brother is in charge of the world's intelligence, controls the underworld, Taoism, monitors the trend of people's hearts, and handles all difficult things that are inconvenient for us to do... Black Who would dare to rebel, call us a 'demon cult', and criticize us for being unorthodox after a hundred years?"
Old Man Tianji remained silent, listening quietly.
Zhuo Huifan breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Now my little sister has controlled 70% of the power of Bai Dao in the world, and the second senior brother has also revived the Demon Sect. No one can beat him, but what puzzles my little sister most is that both mental and martial arts are the best in the world." Senior brother, why are you moving so slowly?"
"Back then you used Ji Guanglan to control the third department, and I strongly opposed it. What happened? Ji Guanglan defected, which almost leaked the Holy Gate plan in advance. You also suspected that your successor, Zheng Zhantang, belonged to the second senior brother, so you did not give any support to make him reign. For more than twenty years without doing anything."
"Looking at your method of controlling the underworld, Zuo Shaobai failed to control Zhenyue Mountain City, and lost his life in vain. The blood demon you cultivated for many years died cleanly, and Yan Wuchang was the only one left."
"Now Huang Minglang is doing nothing in Shence Mansion. Beiming Wudi can't let go of his fake identity and is half-hearted. With Shuai Tianfan as a hindrance, it's hard to do anything. The Imperial Attendant is useless, and Xing Tingwei let the duplicitous Wan Teng Duming control ...Eldest brother, do you think Master, the old man, will be angry?"
Zhuo Huifan made a generous speech, but he was also a little breathless.
She was really angry, she could control the world's secret spy information, but she still felt like being in the way everywhere, and these things should be handled by Tianji Pavilion, no wonder Zhuo Huifan lost his temper.
Old Man Tianji poured him a cup of tea, spread his hands to invite him to sit down, and said with a smile: "In the end, my junior sister still came to me to lose my temper, blaming me for not doing my best. It is my fault that the enemy is taking the initiative, while we can only attack passively, and the tricks have been exhausted but with little effect. But don’t worry, I have planned for this matter, and I will always give you an explanation.”
"Okay!" Zhuo Huifan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I want the guarantee from senior brother. I don't ask for any big schemes in the future, but I just ask senior brother to give me a result as soon as possible—three divisions, I want three divisions Immediately become the minions and eyes and ears of my Holy Gate."
"It's a deal." Old Man Tianji replied lightly.
"Then Junior Sister, I won't disturb Senior Brother's elegant mood."
Zhuo Huifan stood up gracefully, and was about to leave at last, but before leaving, he glanced at the tea set on the table, and said with a smile: "To drink good tea, the water temperature should be right. Eldest brother, don't keep young junior sister waiting. The tea is cold. It's not good to drink!"
Zhuo Huifan left.
Elder Tianji looked up at the sky, and silently read a name——
The devil is against the sky.
Just thinking of this name made his body shiver unnaturally.
If there is anyone in the world that he can't grasp, can't see through, and is afraid of, it is this generation of demon king who was famous in the world at the same time as Ning Zhongliu two hundred years ago.
Ambition, ambition.
Old Man Tianji's thoughts flew to the depths of his memory.
The Tianji Pavilion uses ghosts to do things. The pavilion only transmits ideas and mind skills, and does not teach disciples martial arts.
Back then, Tianji was young and ambitious, and he made an extremely dangerous choice—
Became the disciple of "Demon Venerable" Vimo Nitian.
Facts have proved that Tianji is indeed a genius. He succeeded in his purpose. The dangerous process is beyond anyone's imagination.
Of course, after exhausting all his efforts, Si killed all the disciples in front of him, and finally became a master brother who was qualified to inherit the great cause of the Demon Sect.
The only obstacle standing in the way of Tianji becoming the master of the Demon Sect is Pimo Nitian.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when Tianji finally had the best chance to kill Vimo Nitian, the Demon Lord suddenly smiled and said a word, making Tianji despair on the spot.
This sentence is the one that Zhuo Huifan asked just now—
In your heart, is it more important to be a disciple of Tianji Pavilion, or my discipleship of the 'Mozun'
It turned out that the series of calculations that Tianji thought to be seamless had already been seen through by Vimo. Even not long after he first entered the sect, Vimo Nitian had already seen through his true identity.
All the plans failed, and the old man Tianji had nothing to hide, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
At this time, the Demon Lord said another sentence——
I also really want to know where the monsters raised by Tianji Pavilion and my Demon Lord will go...
Because of this sentence, old man Tianji finally lived to this day.
Elder Tianji also wanted to know where he would go.
However, it doesn't feel good to be in control all the time.
So from time to time he will resist, he will refuse.
Old Man Tianji sighed helplessly.
The aggrieved feeling of being played by that invisible big hand appeared again.
Song Bieli appeared again like a ghost.
"Master, do you want me to invite those people?"
"No need." A coldness flashed in the eyes of the old man Tianji, and he said slowly: "In this life, if you want to step on others' heads forever, you must maintain the strongest ambition and passion at all times. If he wants something, his blood will disappear. Just like a housekeeping dog who only thinks about the dog food in his own bowl, but forgets the taste of the meat, and such a useless dog will be killed by the owner sooner or later. Abandon. Tianji Pavilion needs wolves, not dogs. Beiming Wudi and Huang Minglang have climbed too high, and their blood is already cold."
"What does the master mean?"
"There is one best way to make a comfortable dog's blood boil again—to find a wolf and threaten him. At the very least, there must be a dog to fight him for food!"
"Master means..."
Song Bieli's puzzled questions came to an abrupt end, because at this moment, he saw a person—
Zong Xuan.
Old Man Tianji touched the teapot and said coldly, "The tea is cold."
Zong Xuan silently stood in front of the table, stabbed his right hand like a knife, and cut off the artery on his left wrist, hot blood gushed out, slowly filled the empty kettle, and said softly: "The blood of the disciple is hot water. of."
Old Man Tianji smiled.