Chapter 370 Secrets and Undercurrents

On the top of the mountain, four people stood on an arc-shaped platform.

Climbing up and looking far away, the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers is in full view, and the cold wind on the top of the mountain also blows over the colorful robes of several people.

A beautiful woman with a flat figure, a hunchbacked old man with a cane, a handsome middle-aged man, and a fat man.

They all look different, and the only similarity is that the breath of the four people on the top of the mountain is as long as the tide, unfathomable.

The four people stood on the top of the mountain without speaking, and blew in the cold wind for about half a quarter of an hour.

"Tsk."

A smacking sound suddenly sounded, and the rough voice was very dissatisfied:

"Tai Shiran, you kid called us to this Wanli Peak with the Tiange Order, just to accompany you here to drink the northwest wind?"

As soon as the voice came out,

the other three people all looked in the direction of the voice.

It was the fat middle-aged fat man.

The fat on his cheeks squeezed his eyes into a slit, and the sight in his small eyes was filled with a few cold breaths.

Seeing that the three people were all looking at him, the fat man's squinting eyes also swept over the other three people.

And the people who were swept by his eyes all frowned slightly.

Especially the middle-aged beautiful woman, from the moment the fat man's eyes passed, she immediately revealed a trace of disgust in her eyes.

A cyclone emerged from her body out of thin air, rolling up some gravel, and the gauze white dress embroidered with exquisite flower and bird patterns fluttered with it.

As the main forging sect of Tiexuan Sect, the fat man's Senhun Divine Eyes have the magical power of seeing through objects and reaching the core.

The middle-aged fat man saw the beautiful woman so excited, and there was some helplessness in his cold squinting eyes, but he didn't explain anything.

Due to the practice, many people have some prejudice against him.

Over the years, he has also gotten used to it.

In silence,

"Hehe"

With a chuckle, the handsome middle-aged man said slowly:

"Another friend is coming, please be patient, Elder Zhou."

The middle-aged fat man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his eyes swept over several people again, and said with interest:

"Hehe, and I wonder which Taoist friend you asked to come, Tai Shiran?"

Tai Shiran smiled slightly and whispered:

"I wonder if Brother Zhou has heard the name Jing Tingxi?"

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When the name came out, the pupils of the other three people present shrank.

They are not unfamiliar with this name at all.

After all, everyone present has come all the way from that era.

Jing Tingxi, a name that was unparalleled in their era.

A wild boy who came out of nowhere, relying on an evil skill to wreak havoc in the world, and once won the first place in the Tianyuan Competition under an alias.

If it weren't for Xu Yinhe's sudden appearance that year, this person could almost be said to be a world-beating genius.

However, Jing Tingxi was like a meteor passing by. After a dazzling period of time, he suddenly disappeared.

There were rumors among the high-ranking officials of their sects that this was because Jing Tingxi had tried to assassinate the previous emperor by relying on his special secret method.

But the imperial palace was well-prepared, with saints blessing, great formations guarding, and military formations guarding all year round.

Jing Tingxi was naturally inferior in skills and was directly killed by the strong men in the palace.

Now it seems that

Thinking of this, the old man frowned and said:

"Brother Taishi, are you saying that Jing Tingxi didn't die in the palace that year?"

Tai Shi Ran chuckled when he heard this, and the mountain breeze brushed across the smile on his lips, and his tone was gentle:

"No, he was just seriously injured and escaped that year."

The middle-aged beauty had a beautiful and dignified face, her eyebrows slightly frowned, her cherry mouth slightly opened, exuding a faint fragrance, with a hint of expectation:

"Brother Ran, will Jing Tingxi also participate in this trip?"

"Of course not."

Tai Shi Ran shook his head and said in a flat tone: "He is dead."

The middle-aged beauty lowered her eyes when she heard this, and sighed in her heart.

The middle-aged fat man looked a little angry, and said sternly:

"Tai Shi Ran, are you kidding us? Why do you mention him if he's dead?"

"Brother Zhou is still the same, with such a straightforward temper."

Tai Shi Ran was not annoyed when he heard this, and chuckled and said: "It is naturally related to him."

As he said,

he chuckled and said:

"Although Jing Tingxi is dead, he still has many confidantes and close friends in this world."

After that, Tai Shi Ran glanced at the middle-aged beautiful woman over there.

Everyone present saw Tai Shi Ran's eyes.

The old man pretended not to see it.

The middle-aged fat man showed a playful smile.

Now this dignified middle-aged beautiful woman was famous in the past, and had a romantic story with many Tianjiao men.

This woman has been close to top Tianjiaos such as Ran Jianli, Xu Yinhe, and Jing Tingxi.

However, the former two obviously didn't like her, and the latter was known for her romanticism, so she must have had a wonderful memory.

Of course, her current husband didn't know about these things.

After all, her husband was her disciple, and he was only in his forties.

The middle-aged beauty naturally knew what the three were thinking, and snorted coldly, her voice no longer gentle:

"Since Jing Tingxi's best friend is willing to help, then the purpose of our trip is related to Jing Tingxi's death?"

Tai Shi Ran looked at the skyline and answered slowly:

"It is related."

"It is?"

"Of course."

Tai Shiran's eyes flashed brightly, but his tone was still smiling: "After all, our trip should be regarded as revenge for the murderer of Jing Tingxi."

The fat middle-aged man touched his fat chin:

"Oh? Jing Tingxi was transformed when he disappeared. Who can kill him today?"

Tai Shiran looked back at Fatty deeply,

Whisper softly:

"Prime Minister's Mansion."

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As soon as these two words came out, the atmosphere on the top of the Wanli Mountain suddenly solidified, and you could hear a needle drop.

Tai Shiran didn't seem to feel the solemnity. He took a step towards the cliff with his golden boots, looked at the lush forest below, and said to himself:

"The Pavilion Master told me that after Jing Tingxi disappeared, he went to the Burial Village, recuperated there, became a saint there, and then they were wiped out."

The rickety old man was leaning on the crutch with a little strength in his hand, and his old voice was extremely serious:

"Brother, I have heard that Burying Village contains no less powerful men than a large sect. Brother Taishi, can you tell us why Xu Yinhe went to all the trouble to massacre there?"

Tai Shiran suddenly grinned:

"Do you know that the personal relationship between Xu Yinhe and Jing Tingxi was irreversible back then?"

Silence, no answer.

"That's right. If the Pavilion Master hadn't deduced these secrets, no one in the world would know them."

Tai Shiran shook his head and said with a low smile:

“The reason why Jing Tingxi sneaked into the palace back then was because of Xu Yinhe’s plan.

"Xu Yinhe took advantage of Jing Tingxi's temperament and martial arts to plan the conflict between Jing Tingxi and the late emperor. He also planned with Li Yaoxuan to help Jing Tingxi sneak into the palace and seriously injure the late emperor."

The middle-aged fat man heard a flash of understanding in his eyes.

With Xu Yinhe's help, no wonder Jingtingxi was able to transform into an ordinary person and sneak into the palace.

But after a moment's pause, he frowned and asked:

"Perhaps since Yin He has planned this far, why can Jing Tingxi still escape? His death in the palace should be more in the interest of those two people."

Tai Shiran shook his head and said with a low smile:

"Brother Zhou, didn't you pay attention to the affairs of the court back then?

"If Jing Tingxi died, how could they frame this blood debt on the original prince? The prince was on duty at the Military Affairs Department that night."

Saying,

There was a meaningful look in Tai Shiran's eyes:

"He did some extraordinary things in advance, which made the late emperor angry and took the initiative to summon Li Yaoxuan into the palace that night. He also planned an assassination to make him risk his life to save him, and then helped the assassin escape."

When the rickety old man heard this secret, hesitation appeared in his cloudy eyes:

"Wouldn't the late emperor be suspicious of such a coincidence?"

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Looking at the expressions on their faces, Tai Shiran recalled his own expression when he heard about this and chuckled:

“It’s natural to be suspicious, but this is also part of their scheme.

"Xu Yinhe and Li Yaoxuan's methods are very clever. The extraordinary actions Li Yaoxuan did at the beginning were full of clues and seemed to be framed by others.

"Furthermore, the late emperor's summons to Li Yaoxuan was a secret order, and no one knew about the relationship between Xu Yinhe and Jing Tingxi. This suspicion would turn into suspicion of the prince when Li Yaoxuan was seriously injured and dying.

"If Li Yaoxuan hadn't sacrificed his life to save him, the late emperor would have died immediately.

"After all, how can there be a seventy-year-old prince in this world?

"You should all know what happened after that. Li Yaoxuan gained the status of competing with the prince. However, the prince was suspicious of his unstable status, and his power was gradually reduced, and he took desperate measures to challenge the palace."

The words fell silent and it was quiet for a long time.

"Hehehe"

The rickety old man suddenly let out a dry chuckle, held his crutches and bowed his hands towards the southern void: "The master of the pavilion is really a man of heaven. If it weren't for this method, no one in the world would know the secret."

After the ceremony, the old man said softly:

"So, Xu Yinhe destroyed Burial Village because he knew in advance that the Pavilion Master wanted to reveal what happened decades ago, so he eliminated the roots in advance?"

A flash of light flashed in Tai Shiran's eyes and he shook his head:

"Although Xu Yinhe's methods are as powerful as the sky, how could he detect it with the meticulousness of the pavilion master's actions?

"Even though she has not been in contact for decades, Jing Tingxi is naturally more inclined to trust her once sworn friend than a stranger. After the pavilion master informed Jing Tingxi, he took the initiative to contact Xu Yinhe to ask for an explanation. result."

Upon hearing this, the three people present were stunned for a moment.

It's not that he was surprised by Jing Tingxi's choice, nor that he was surprised by Xu Yinhe's cold-bloodedness, but he was confused as to why the pavilion master would act like this.

Isn’t the Pavilion Master able to deduce the future?

The strong men in the Burial Village are basically equivalent to the first-class large sects in the world.

A saint has emerged from the mortal world.

Isn't it better to win over the strong ones among them than to let them be surrounded and killed?

Tai Shiran looked at the confusion in the eyes of the three people and exhaled softly:

"You guys are wondering why the Pavilion Master would do this?"

The rickety old man had a high level of political awareness and immediately shook his head:

"Everything the Pavilion Master does has its own reasons. It's normal for us not to understand."

Tai Shiran chuckled:

"When I asked the Pavilion Master, she only said that this is the best choice among thousands of futures. There is a chess piece that is more important than the strong men in the Burial Village."

Speaking of this, a sigh appeared on his handsome cheek:

"But now that the future has been shrouded in ink, this optimal solution probably no longer exists."

After the words fell, Wanli Mountain was speechless.

The other three people who heard the secret did not say anything. They digested the information they had just learned while blowing the cold wind.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the floating clouds in the sky gathered and blew away.

The rising sun hanging high in the sky gradually set in the west, and the golden rising sun dyed a large area of ​​fields and forests red.

As it was about to sink into the ground, a wave of source Qi suddenly came from the edge of the sky covered by the golden sun.

The four people who had been blowing the cold wind on the top of the mountain all looked up at the same time.

This source Qi was neither strong nor weak, and it was impossible to tell the person's cultivation level. It seemed that the person who came here deliberately suppressed his own Qi when he was in a hurry.

From time to time, a woman in a black skirt came to the top of the mountain.

Under the cover of the black long skirt and the setting sun, the woman's white skin was as pure as snow, and the sexy charm in her eyes made people involuntarily attracted.

After seeing the person who came,

Except for Tai Shi Ran, the other three were all shocked. With their cultivation, they could not see through the other party's realm.

Transcendence and go up.

Landing on the top of the mountain, the black-dressed woman walked, and a pair of jade legs were looming between the hems of her skirt.

Coming closer, her eyes were as gorgeous as amber, and her voice was as clear as a silver bell, but her tone was indifferent:

"Some changes occurred on the way, and we were half a day later than the agreed time."

Tai Shi Ran bowed gracefully:

"Half a day is fine, that person should still be some distance away from here."

The black-dressed woman glanced at the people behind Tai Shi Ran and asked in a low voice:

"Are these all the people for this trip?"

Tai Shi Ran smiled slightly:

"Does Fairy Luo think it's not enough?"

The black-dressed woman replied indifferently:

"The woman surnamed Lou has not appeared in Guangyang Prefecture for a long time, and it is very likely that she went south with that person."

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"Hehehe"

In the short silence, the middle-aged fat man suddenly smiled kindly, with a gleam in his narrowed eyes: "Brother Taishi, now that everyone is here, can you tell us the purpose of our trip?"

The woman surnamed Luo frowned slightly and glanced at Taishi Ran:

"They don't know the purpose of this trip?"

Taishi Ran raised his hand to signal to stay calm, turned around and whispered:

"Three people, the purpose of our trip is very simple, to assassinate a blood relative of Xu Yinhe."

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The middle-aged fat man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, but his eyes became like looking at a madman.

There was silence for a while, and finally the beautiful middle-aged woman beside him frowned and asked:

"Tai Shi Ran, is this the Pavilion Master's idea, or your own idea?"

Tai Shi Ran did not answer this question directly:

"It can be considered as my idea, and it can also be considered as the Pavilion Master's idea."

As he said,

he took out an eight-diagram instrument plate engraved with complicated formations from the Xumi Ring, and said slowly:

"Although the Pavilion Master did not tell me explicitly, he gave me this."

"Lingtian Instrument?"

The hunchbacked old man narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly: "I remember this thing It can be used to detect the roots of mortals and find talented people. "

"Yes, but this is only one of its functions. "

Tai Shiran shook his head and whispered: "Another function of this secret treasure is to detect people with Yantian soul. It is a sacred object used by the Pavilion Masters of all generations to monitor the Saintess and Sons. "

The middle-aged fat man said in a serious tone:

"What do you mean by this?"

Tai Shiran chuckled softly:

"The Saintess passed the Yantian Soul Chapter to Xu Yinhe's blood relative, and the Pavilion Master handed it to me. Brother Zhou, what do you think the Pavilion Master wants to do?"

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