Chapter 120 Forged Letter

Hearing this, Ning Wuxie fell into deep thought.

This is probably because Xuan'er's fairy spirit body is at work.

In the eyes of countless great laws, even emperor-level exercises such as Wutian Hua Ri Gong are not extremely perfect and are not worthy of Xuan'er's top-level physique.

Xuan'er can only learn how to use the rules and use magical powers from these exercises, but she cannot use them to accumulate cultivation.

It seems that this is something that cannot be rushed.

He touched Xuan'er's face and said, "It's okay, brother is very powerful now."

"Xuan'er will grow up one day. Now just let my brother protect you first."

Xuan'er put her little head on Ning Wuxie's chest and said softly, "Hmm".

Ning Wuxie put his hand on Xuan'er's lower abdomen again and explored it. The condition of the dantian was as before, with the true energy coiled together. If it weren't for the white color all over his body, Ning Wuxie would definitely think that Xuan'er had formed a pill.

There didn't seem to be any hidden injuries.

While Ning Wuxie put her big hand on Xuan'er's belly and was groping for it, Xuan'er fell asleep at some point.

Ning Wuxie smiled, hugged her gently and closed her eyes.

Jiang Ren's side.

He had already written a letter to Li Luobing. Ning Wuxie read it and found that he did not write about him being arrested by Ning Wuxie, nor did he say that he had joined the Heart-Swallowing Cult. It was just some insignificant greetings.

Ning Wuxie studied for a long time, and made sure again and again that there was no hidden distress signal, and then took Xuan'er by flying boat to the next state capital and sent it out from there.

It was considered a tour, and we also passed Cangyun City on the way, where the post-disaster reconstruction work was in full swing.

Letters from the Lingwu Continent are delivered very quickly. From Junzishan in the Shangyun Dynasty to Renzong in the Xuanqin Dynasty, it takes less than ten days to arrive.

Li Luobing must have been very surprised and immediately wrote a reply asking Jiang Ren to find her or tell her where Jiang Ren was.

At this time, it was time for Ning Wuxie to take advantage of it.

Most of the messages sent between immortal cultivators will be sealed with souls so that outsiders cannot open them lightly.

However, where Ning Wuxie is, is Confucianism.

Confucianism has written all over the world, and they specialize in the power of the world's dynasties. They are also good at conspiracy and conspiracy.

No, how can you say it's a conspiracy? It's all part of the plan.

Ning Wuxie knew in her previous life that Confucianism had a magic weapon that could forge letters and seals, and now it was time to use it.

He found Meng Cangran and asked him about it.

"Brother Ning, you are very wise." Meng Cangran smiled and patted Ning Wuxie on the shoulder.

"You haven't officially become the Twelve Young Masters yet, and you're already learning to use a calligraphy pen?"

"It seems that I underestimated you. I feel that you have great ambitions to go to the Lanyuan Dynasty."

Ning Wuxie was stunned and nodded along with his intention:

"I can't say anything about ambition, I just want to know about it in advance."

"What, if you become the Twelve Young Masters, you can use this calligraphy pen?"

"That's right," Meng Cangran nodded: "The tracing pen can forge handwriting and letter seals. Only the Twelve Young Masters are qualified to use it."

"But if it's you, Brother Ning, of course you don't have to be too stuck."

"The tracing pen is on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion. You can use it after applying to the guarding elder for approval. Brother Ning, you can give it a try. If you have any questions, just come to me."

"I understand, thank you Brother Meng."

Ning Wuxie thanked her and felt confident.

…

At this moment, thousands of miles away.

Renzong Shaowu Hall.

Almost completely opposite to the Confucian architectural style, in Renzong City, there are almost no pavilions, plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, or even any decorative carvings and plants.

The dark and cold black stones built a gloomy city, and in the center of the city, the dark golden lines and tile eaves that appeared around the Renzong Hall instantly gave the real residence of the Renzong a royal aura.

Renzong City is a small city with a small population, but it is located in the place with the strongest spiritual energy in the entire continent, and has exclusive spiritual power in this area.

Except for the disciples in the Renzong Hall who are real Renzong monks, the rest of the people from the outer city are just servants.

At this time, in Shaowu Hall, Li Luobing's right hand was wrapped in a bandage and hung in front of him, sitting on the bed.

Although the broken arm had been reattached on the way back and a lot of pills had been taken, the right hand was still unable to move in the short term.

Even though a month has passed, Li Luobing still can't help but take a breath and tremble all over when he thinks of what happened that day!

I really feel embarrassed!

As the seventh genius on the Human Race's Prodigy List, the Shaowu Palace Attendant of the Human Sect was actually defeated by a young man with the fourth level of concentration!

Although it was because he suppressed his cultivation, it only highlighted Ning Wuxie's terror!

No wonder Master said, this son cannot stay long...

If you give him time and let him live to be as old as himself...

Then will I still be seventh on the list of geniuses?

Li Luobing couldn't help but feel scared.

The only comforting thing is that even though he lost in Confucianism in front of everyone, after all, this was a small internal competition between the two factions, not so formal.

Therefore, he is still a genius of the Renzong and has not received much criticism.

However, Li Luobing was not thinking about this at this time.

Her heroic and beautiful face was full of doubts and worries, and her two sassy eyebrows were wrinkled, looking extremely troubled.

All she could think about was the battle with Ning Wu.

After being shrouded in an inexplicable dark curtain, she suddenly heard a sentence.

"Your lovely brother is in my hands..."

"Guess how he is doing..."

After hearing these two sentences, she suddenly lost consciousness and fainted.

When she woke up, she was already on the flying boat of the Huiren Sect and left the Confucian School.

Until now, she still hasn't figured out who said this sentence?

Being shrouded in that dark curtain was completely beyond her cognition. The whole body lost feeling, and the fear almost scared her crazy.

Did Ning Wuxie take the initiative to tell me... or did I just think of it?

She didn't want to believe the first result, but she had to consider it.

What if it was true.

If it was really Ning Wuxie who said it, did he say it on purpose to scare himself, or was Ah Ren really in his hands?

Li Luobing felt like a puppet, completely led by Ning Wuxie.

Not only did the assassins sent out suffer repeated setbacks, but now they were directly frightened by such an inexplicable sentence and lost their appetite!

If Ah Ren is really in Ning Wuxie's hands, then of course he can't continue to send Huang Quanke to hunt him down!

He can only let him hold the life spell that can control him!

"It should be fake..."

"He left the Hermit Valley a long time ago, how did he know that Ah Ren was missing?"

"I must have been too scared at the time, and the terrifying thought suddenly came to my mind."

Li Luobing comforted himself like this.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a servant said outside:

"Master Palace Attendant, there is a letter for you."

"It says that it is from your brother, a man named Jiang Ren."