Luzong, gray-white rocks pile up into majestic mountains.
On the top of the mountain, the tower towers into the sky. A brilliant halo of light slowly rotates around the tower, and all kinds of strange lights illuminate the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.
In the tower, each floor has a radius of dozens of miles and a height of up to ten miles. There are sun, moon, mountains and rivers in the pagoda, as well as courtyards and homes. Flowers bloom here all year round, and ancient vegetation is evergreen. Every flower, every grass, every tree, every tree is crafted with originality and exquisiteness to the extreme.
I don't know how many miles away from the ground, on the top of the tower, an old man with white hair, white beard, white eyebrows and white robe sat cross-legged on the guardrail at the edge of the tower, looking down at the vast world. The red light in his eyes gushed out, like two small suns burning blazingly.
Behind him was a tall figure that was seventeen or eighty feet tall. He looked just like the old man. His long hair was bursting with flames, and countless hair strands stretched thousands of feet into the surrounding void. The endless masculine energy of the great sun roared in the sky, injected into the hair one after another, and poured into the tall figure along the long hair.
Mo Tianchou stood obediently behind the old man, looking at the tall figure with awe and respect.
The divine soul can only be cultivated by a strong person who can fuse all the essence, energy and spirit into one, gather the three flowers at the top, return the five qi to the origin, and cut off the shackles of the life plate.
This is the foundation of immortality, this is the seed of strength, this is the key to countless mysteries in heaven and earth.
If the soul is one inch tall, the life span will be one hundred years; if the soul is one foot tall, the life span will be extended for a thousand years; if the soul is one foot tall, the life span will be ten thousand years.
The old man's soul is 178 to 170 feet high, which represents his long life span of 17 to 80 thousand years. For any Qi practitioner, a lifespan measured in thousands of years is the highest pursuit.
A scroll was suspended in front of Mo Tianchou. A wisp of light erupted from the scroll, and countless small and large writings flashed inside.
From the time Yin Xuuge was born, there is all the information on everything he has done and all his actions and behaviors, including his father's family, his mother's family, and his close and distant relatives. There are even detailed records of how many Solid Yuan Pills Yin Xuege received from his studies in the Yin family, and how his strength progressed in a certain year and month.
The old man, who had his back turned to Mo Tianchou, used some magical means to read all the information in the scroll and smiled softly.
"Mediocre qualifications. Others are also lackluster."
"Just an ordinary small aristocratic family, an ordinary aristocratic family."
"Did he really use Ranmusha this morning?"
Mo Tianchou bowed to the old man and bowed with great respect.
"Yes. The handyman disciple Luo Tianguang was indeed killed by Luan Musha. Although he is not yet skilled in using it, he still has some power."
Behind the old man, a stream of fire erupted from the top of his head, like a volcano erupting. The fire shot up to a height of over a thousand feet, smashing into pieces the roaring skyfire wind, and then the fire slowly returned to the body.
He lowered his head, and countless swaying figures flashed across his eyes. In an instant, Yin Xuege's figure appeared in his pupils.
There are thousands of miles above the ground, and there are countless disciples in the Luzong Mountain Gate, but the old man directly locked onto Yin Xuege who was standing at the door of his house in such a short period of time, smiling and saluting Lan Lan.
"The Qingmu body is true, but I don't know what level of qualification it is."
"Lan family..."
After pondering for a moment, the old man waved his hand. Mo Tianchou obediently grabbed the scroll that recorded all the information about Yin Xuege. With a slight shake of his hands, the two talismans on the scroll flashed a strange light, and the huge scroll disappeared out of thin air. Without a trace.
Mo Tianchou knew that this scroll had been sent to the tower and stored in the Mo family's database.
Since he has the body of Qingmu, Yin Xuege is qualified to enter the eyes of the top leaders of the Mo family. For a person who is insignificant today, who knows if there will be a day of great success in the future? From today on, a dedicated person from the Mo family will be responsible for observing and recording every move of Yin Xuege.
The old man didn't say anything, so Mo Tianchou obediently kowtowed to the old man, stood up and walked quickly to the magic circle in the middle of the tower.
A bright light flashed, and Mo Tianchou instantly appeared in a square at the bottom of the tower, where several young people were already waiting.
"Tianchou, what did ancestor say?"
A young man lowered his voice for fear of alarming the elders in the tower.
Mo Tianchou said nothing. He took a few steps forward with his hands behind his back. Suddenly he smiled coldly, stretched out his right hand and waved downward gently.
"Execute, Luo Tianguang Manmen. To pin the matter on Yin Xuege, we must let the eldest daughter of the Luo family know that it was Yin Xuegue who used the Lu Sect's resources to kill Luo Tianguang Manmen."
"what's next?"
Another young man asked.
"Next? What does the next thing have to do with us?"
Mo Tianchou looked at the young man like a fool and slapped him hard on the forehead.
"Who knew that Luo Tianguang was instigated by us to find trouble with Yin Xuuge?"
"Who knew that Luo Tianguang was causing trouble for him because of my treatment of Lan Lan?"
"It's just a confusing account to begin with. There's no need to make it so clear. Let the Luo family deal with Yin Xuege. If the Luo family can kill this lucky man with a body of green wood, that would be a good thing."
"If the Luo family can't do it... Hey, it's just a body of green wood. Is it worth our trouble and effort?"
Mo Tianchou said this proudly, and another young man in the distance had stepped on the smoke and rushed over as fast as a meteor. He excitedly approached Mo Tianchou, looked at the tower in front of him, and subconsciously lowered his voice.
"Tianchou, I found out clearly that this afternoon, Senior Sister Lan made an appointment with some friends from Mofeng Pavilion to visit the 'Feiyue Valley'."
Mo Tianchou was stunned and immediately threw Yin Xuege out of the sky.
"Feiyue Valley? Hey!"
Slapping his thigh hard, Mo Tianchou smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed.
"I remembered that Qibaotang just got a batch of water rare treasures from the Sea of Shadows, and they have been selling them in Feiyue Valley in the past few days. Why am I confused? Lan Lan is about to refine a batch of rare treasures recently. A magic weapon with water attributes?"
A group of Mo family disciples stepped onto the smoke cloud excitedly and flew past in the distance.
Behind them, an expressionless middle-aged man took out a magic talisman, activated the sound transmission array on the talisman, and gave a cold scolding.
"Luo Tianguang, a first-grade servant disciple, violated the sect's rules and disrespected the saint's statue."
"According to the law, kill Luo Tianguang's three generations of direct relatives, follow the rules of the sect, and serve as a warning to others."
"Also, there is no need to specially file and upload this matter. Let's handle it as a special matter. There is no need to let too many people know about it."
Kunwu Kingdom, Luo Kingdom, in the palace of King Luo. The dressed-up Luo Qingqing was like a noble peacock, leaning in the arms of a frail young man with a sweet smile on her face. The long sleeves of her palace skirt blocked her arms, and it could only be seen that her arms were moving at a distance.
Wearing a dragon robe, the young man who is fair and thin, as green and tender as newly sprouted bean sprouts, with sunken eyes and extremely lack of energy is none other than Fang Dehou, the newly ascended eldest son of Prince Luo.
His elder brother, the original eldest son of Prince Qing, was assassinated without a name in Sijueling. Fortunately, Fang Dehou succeeded him as the eldest son immediately.
Within a few days, the case of Prince Luo's Mansion was settled, and Prince Qing's lineage successfully took over the throne of Prince Luo. Fang Dehou somehow became the little master of Prince Luo's Mansion. Luo Qingqing, who was smart and capable, deliberately curried favor with Fang Dehou and easily settled on her title of Crown Princess.
At this moment, the two of them were in the back garden of Prince Luo's Mansion. Fang Dehou was leaning against a flower tree with his whole body trembling, grinning and gasping in pain and enjoyment. His hands tightly grasped the tree trunk behind him, and only in this way could he barely stabilize his body.
The flower tree trembled violently, petals fell lightly, and even leaves fell on Fang Dehou's head and shoulders.
Suddenly Fang Dehou's body trembled. He trembled violently several times, and his fair face turned red.
Luo Qingqing smiled and took out her hand, wiped the dirt on her palm with a handkerchief, and patted Fang Dehou's cheeks very affectionately.
"My young prince, this time is much better than the last time."
"It took half a cup of tea. The young prince is so powerful."
Fang Dehou laughed "hehe", he put his arm around Luo Qingqing's shoulders, and smiled contentedly.
"Qingqing, it's not that Xiao Wang is boasting here, just say that on this bed..."
A maid hurried over, and the sound of footsteps interrupted Fang Dehou's words and his elegance.
Fang Dehou's eyes widened and he was about to scold her when Luo Qingqing saw the face of the maid clearly. This was the confidant maid she brought from the Luo family to take care of some confidential, private and shameful things for her.
Covering Fang Dehou's mouth with one hand, Luo Qingqing gave a cold drink.
"What's going on in such a hurry? How can you behave appropriately?"
The maid handed over a talisman without saying a word. Luo Qingqing took the talisman and with a slight exertion of her fingers, the talisman exploded into a cloud of smoke, and several lines of clear handwriting quickly flashed inside.
"Luo Tianguang died? The whole family was killed? Is it Yin Xuege... who reported Luo Tianguang to the Vinaya Sect for disrespecting the saint?"
Luo Qingqing was so angry that she was shaking all over. She raised her hands in frustration and screamed.
It’s Yin Xuege again, it’s him again!
A few days ago, she asked several junior brothers from the Xingkong Method to trace the truth behind the murder of her two close junior brothers, and finally found Yin Xuuge's head. As a result, Luzong Nangongnan and others suddenly appeared, and several of her junior brothers returned without success.
Coupled with the old grudge between Hebo Bobo and Yin Xuuge, Luo Qingqing already hated Yin Xuuge to her core.
What's more, Yin Xuuge deliberately lured her into a trap, but was severely injured by the Ninth Princess. If Prince Qing hadn't appeared in time at that time and rescued her, she would have been crushed by the Ninth Princess and her ashes were scattered. Buried in the deep mountains and old forests of Sijue Mountains.
Even so, because of offending the Ninth Princess, Luo Qingqing has not dared to return to Xingkong Dharma until now. She only dares to stay in Luo Kingdom and tease the Prince of Luo every day to pass the boring time.
(End of chapter)