Shuiyang Mountain is adjacent to the 300-mile Pinghu Lake.

The scenery of lakes and mountains, pavilions and pavilions, pine forests like waves, and white cranes flying in the sky are like a fairyland.

The woman standing on the pavilion next to the lake and the mountain, who was speaking, was dressed in a goose-yellow gauze dress, with a peerless beauty, a face that captivated all living beings, with a slight smile, and her slender fingers touched the railing.

This woman is extremely beautiful, her skin is as smooth as gelatin, but there is no trace of blood. She is like a beautiful woman carved from jade, leaning on the railing and looking at her.

His whole body was filled with coldness, and the smile at the corner of his mouth always showed a sense of superiority, like a fairy in the sky, coming to the mortal world.

Behind her, there was an old woman with dove skin and white hair, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the pavilion.

There were more than a dozen male and female disciples scattered around.

The old woman, whose face was drooped and looked extremely ghastly, opened the corners of her mouth and seemed to be smiling, but the layers of skin that looked like old trees were touched, making the already terrifying old face even more ghastly.

"Feirong, you are the most outstanding genius of our Daluo sect. At such a young age, you are about to become a ghost saint. Looking at the world, there are not many people, even in those holy places, there may not be any."

"But no matter what, there are still some risks in this operation. Logically speaking, you should not be allowed to go,"

"Only this time, all eighteen elders from the sect are dispatched to trace the whereabouts of Meng Shenji, the leader of Taishang Dao. They have to join forces with masters from various countries and several great demon immortals to surround and kill Meng Shenji in one fell swoop, leaving no manpower available.

Come,"

"Although what you say is reasonable, Chen Pi must have some ability to have the momentum he has today, but he must not be underestimated. In my opinion, it is better for you not to go, and to replace it with a few outstanding disciples."

Another old woman next to her also nodded in agreement and said: "It is indeed true. The one who really takes the lead this time is not my Daluo sect, not even the Taoist sect, but the thousand-year-old family behind those saints."

"Our Da Luo sect only joined forces with a few Dao Dao sects to ambush and raid Chen Pi's lair during Chen Pi's crown ceremony, taking advantage of those millennium-old families to attack him, forcing his disciples and disciples to hand over the stone inscriptions, and many other

The Confucian secret code, the sacred weapon."

The old woman shook her head and smiled with a bit of disdain and sarcasm: "This attack will definitely catch him off guard. Chen Pi does not know how to restrain himself, but he is extremely stupid. Although he preaches to the world, he never accepts a disciple to determine the superiority and inferiority."

status,"

"Therefore, although this Duke Yasheng's mansion seems to be powerful, it is actually just superficial and empty inside. Except for one of his disciples and dozens of sword-wielding Confucian scholars, there is no one who can be mentioned."

"His disciple, it is said that he once defeated Fang Xiandao's Xiao Anran with one sword, but I don't believe it. Who is Xiao Anran, how can he be defeated by a young boy with yellow hair?"

"But it's groundless. There must be a reason. People heard that there was something weird on the Hongmen stage. Xiao Anran was too careless and allowed the yellow-haired boy to take advantage of it. It's possible."

"It's just that under the attack of several sects, what secrets can he have, and how can he resist and fight back?"

Next to him, a young man suddenly stood up and said proudly: "Junior sister, the elders are right. Chen Pi is already a fish on his back and an elk in the cauldron. He has nowhere to escape. Why bother working with a fairy like Junior Sister?"

"The enemies of our Da Luo sect are still too high-minded to deserve our junior sister's action. You don't need to take action this time. I'll just go and live up to your trust."

The woman named Feirong turned around, glanced at him, shook her head and said with a smile: "Your martial arts has reached the innate realm, which is pretty good, but you still can't calm down. It seems that you have used the magic medicine.

Although it has advanced by leaps and bounds, it has lost some solidity.”

Her voice was cold and ruthless, but it conveyed a kind of excitement, like the birds playing in the forest or the small animals running around, lively and full of vitality, like the countless lives hidden under the heavy snow in winter.

"Elders, you don't need to persuade me."

The woman's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a bit of teasing: "Although Chen Pi is already a worm and his days are numbered, I have never underestimated him."

"To be able to achieve such a great momentum and become famous all over the world in just ten years is because he wrote a good article and won the support of many scholars. It is a bit tricky, but we have to admit that this person does have some abilities."

"I am really interested in this, so I just took the opportunity to see what he relied on to build a reputation as a university in a short period of time?"

"Of course, this is just one of them. Don't think that I am going to Zhongzhou just for this trivial matter. That is a big mistake."

"The most important thing about my trip is to go to Yujing City and experience the turmoil."

"The situation in Yujing City is getting more and more interesting at the moment. I have received news that Saint Su Mu of the Taishang Dao, the Fragrant Fox King, the White Ape King of the Eight Great Demon Immortals, as well as the Wusheng Dao and the Vacuum Dao have all

Gathering in Yujing City,"

"Waiting for the storm to rise and stir up the world, how can I let these people be beautiful?"

"I just take this opportunity to relieve my loneliness with the Confucianism, and I can also show my prestige first and let the world know about me, Zhao Feirong."

"It turns out that's the case. It's okay to take it as it is. Then go ahead and take good care of yourself."

When the five old women heard this, they looked at each other and nodded happily.

One of them explained: "One more thing, last night I got a letter from Mrs. Zhao Feiying from the Marquis Wu Wen's Mansion in Yujing City. The son of Supreme Master Meng Bingyun, a boy named Hong Yi, made Mrs. Zhao very angry.

If he is angry, just go along and get rid of him as soon as possible."

"Of course there is no problem with this. I am going to have a battle with Na Su Mu. I need a few playthings to relieve my spirits. I will send one of them on the road together with the Confucian sect."

As she spoke, the woman turned around lightly. There was a jade jade ring hanging around her waist, which was crisp and sweet.

The sound just started, but the person was gone.

…

Jade Capital City.

Wu Wenhou Mansion.

Hong Yi walked out of his small courtyard, wearing a clean robe.

Today is the day when Princess Zhennan comes to visit. Even the Marquis of Wu Wen must treat her seriously.

The ladies in the inner courtyard also had to make careful preparations, and the servants were busy sweeping around.

Hong Yi walked around the house seemingly casually.

He is also the protagonist today. Princess Zhennan has named her and wants to visit him. The news has already spread throughout the Marquis Mansion.

Therefore, it is understandable that he cares about looking around.

But at this time, Hong Yi walked towards the inner courtyard intentionally or unintentionally, listening carefully.

The servants in the mansion would inevitably talk among themselves while working.

Many people are talking about him as a "young master" who has had great luck and is about to make a comeback.

Hong Yi has long been accustomed to other people's sarcasm and doesn't take it to heart.

But the comments made by some of the maids caught his attention.

"I heard that Grandma Zeng in the eldest lady's room suddenly suffered a stroke last night and became a bedridden idiot."

"Stroke? I think it's probably retribution. Grandma Zeng is usually a rude person. She relies on Madam's favor and never treats us as human beings. Isn't this just retribution?"

Hong Yi secretly listened to these words and also knew what happened to Grandma Zeng.

The old witch's wandering soul was swallowed up by King Yaksha, who was transformed into a god by her thoughts. Without the soul, although she was not dead, she became an idiot. The fastest update on the entire network

While he was worried, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

At least he's not completely exposed yet.

However, Mrs. Zhao hated him, and she would definitely think that it was related to him without the need for words. He still could not escape the aftermath of the fall.

Before Princess Zhennan comes to visit, she will not take any action for the time being.

But once Princess Zhennan leaves, how can he escape the persecution of this vicious woman?

At the same time, in the inner courtyard.

Mrs. Zhao still held the white cat in her arms.

In front of her, there were two maids supporting Nanny Zeng to sit on a bench, their eyes staring straight ahead, as motionless as a dead fish.

There was an old doctor beside him who took his pulse and treated him.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Zhao kept frowning: "Can Grandma Zeng be saved? When will she wake up?"

The old doctor stroked his three strands of beard, closed his eyes for a long time, and then stood up and said: "Madam, please forgive me for speaking frankly, Grandma Zeng did not suffer a stroke, but lost her spirit."

"Now, if it is just an empty shell, although it is not dead, it is just because the vitality of the physical body is not exhausted. When its vitality is exhausted, the blood will be exhausted and die."

"This is due to excessive panic and damage to the soul. It is only to such an extent that even my wife has never seen it before. It is unimaginable. In short, it is difficult for gods to save me. I am sorry that I am helpless."

The old doctor bowed, picked up the medicine box, and left.

“It’s hard to save a fairy?”

Mrs. Zhao stroked the white cat, waved her hand and said: "Take the doctor to the account to withdraw 20 taels of consultation fee,"

"You two, carry Nanny Zeng to Zhuangzi outside the city and place her there temporarily. Go now to avoid dying. Soon, Princess Zhennan will come to visit and bump into her, making people laugh at our palace."

"yes."

Several maids followed the order and left.

Mrs. Zhao is worthy of being a wise housekeeper in the Hou Mansion. Her instructions are comprehensive and you can't find a single fault.

After the old doctor left, her face instantly became extremely gloomy.

"Unexpected..."

"This bastard has actually become so capable that he can kill even Grandma Zeng."

She received a notification this morning that the foolish Grandma Zeng was found in a corner of the rockeries not far from Hongyi Courtyard.

Even without any tone, it was enough for her to conclude that this matter must be related to Hong Yi.
To be continued...