Chapter 220 The Yellow Spring Guest

Ning Wuxie wanted to wipe out Huangquanke in one fell swoop. With his own strength, this might be a somewhat arrogant goal, but it might not be the case if Jiang Ningxuan was brought along.

He could see that Jiang Ningxuan was always under a lot of pressure. Five hundred years of memories and the burden of being the daughter of the Heavenly Dao made her unable to face the pure and passionate feelings from Xuan'er.

And the hatred for Li Luobing was similar to this kind of feeling.

Of course, she also resented Li Luobing in her heart, but she didn't want to waste time on such a personal grudge, after all, the reborn Li Luobing had no memory of the past.

Ning Wuxie certainly couldn't let her feel so depressed, so he found a reason, saying that Li Luobing must be related to Huangquanke. As an old-fashioned magic path, Huangquan might also be related to Tianxu, so that clues could be found. Jiang Ningxuan reluctantly agreed.

In the small courtyard of the sect, everyone lived happily. As a wife, Zhuang Yuerou was also the head chef of the group. She cooked a table of delicious dishes in different ways every day. The six brothers and sisters got along very harmoniously.

Chu Xing was still young and had no Taoist partner. Zhang Wanyang was the oldest, but his family was in Qi'an, the capital of the Xuan Qin Dynasty, and he did not bring them with him.

He had been the national teacher of Xuan Qin for more than 20 years, married a princess of the royal family, and managed Xuan Qin very well, making the power of the first of the five dynasties even stronger. So much so that the Confucianists asked him not to work so hard, to take it easy, and let Xuan Qin become weaker, but in fact Xuan Qin did not become weaker at all.

At dinner that day, Ning Wuxie decided to tell everyone the relevant news. After all, the promotion ceremony of the ten great literary saints was coming, which also meant that he was about to leave Junzi Mountain.

"Everyone, I have something to tell you." Ning Wuxie said, and everyone looked at him.

"Tomorrow, Master Xun will hold a ceremony for me to become one of the ten great literary saints."

"..." Everyone was silent, and then exploded.

"What?!"

"You really skipped a grade and got promoted!"

Meng Cangran patted Ning Wuxie's shoulder with a look of surprise, Zhuang Yuerou looked surprised, and Chu Xing's eyes were full of admiration. In fact, according to seniority, he was also Ning Wuxie's senior brother.

Zhang Wanyang was stunned, then grinned and pulled out a hypocritical smile.

"Junior brother Ning is really a genius. No one in the history of Confucianism is like you."

Ning Wuxie smiled and thanked him. Facing Zhang Wanyang's fake smile, he didn't care much. After all, his relationship with him was really average. The other party was old and was a national teacher, so it was inevitable that he would have more tricks.

Afterwards, Ning Wuxie also told everyone that after the ceremony, he and Jiang Ningxuan would leave Junzi Mountain and go to the rivers and lakes to kill the demons.

Meng Cangran was a little excited because he knew Ning Wuxie's ability. With his Tongxuan realm cultivation, joining the demon-killing team would definitely be a great help.

"Are you going to join the Ghost-Slaying Group formed jointly with the Ren Sect?"

"No, just the two of us." Ning Wuxie smiled, "After all, my relationship with the Ren Sect is not that good."

Everyone laughed when they remembered Ning Wuxie's victory over Li Luobing in the Gentleman.

"Then do you have a goal? There are basically no demon sects in the western part of Shangyun Kingdom and the northern part of Xuanqin. The remaining ones are hidden and difficult to find sects."

"Really." Ning Wuxie picked up a piece of food.

"I plan to kill Huangquanke."

"Cough! Cough cough cough!" Zhang Wanyang, who had just raised his glass and drank a little wine, suddenly coughed violently, spit out half a mouthful of wine, and covered his mouth with his hands.

The dinner table was silent, and everyone looked at him.

He quickly put down the wine glass, raised his head again, and was surprised: "So you, Junior Brother Ning, also want to kill Huangquanke. What a coincidence. I have always been troubled by Huangquanke."

"Really?" Ning Wuxie frowned slightly and looked at him.

"Yes, in the past few years, high-ranking officials, royal families and high-ranking immortals in Xuanqin have been assassinated inexplicably, and the frequency is higher than that of other dynasties. I suspect it is because of the activities of Huangquanke!" Zhang Wanyang was serious, as if the person who lost his composure just now was not himself.

"After my investigation, Huangquanke's lair is very likely in Xuanqin, but it is not clear where it is. Junior Brother Ning, if you want to destroy Huangquanke, you can come to Xuanqin to help me!"

Ning Wuxie was stunned, looking at Zhang Wanyang's expression, serious and impeccable. Is it really that I think too much?

"...Haha, that's perfect." He finally said.

"Then you can just go to Xuanqin on the way, Brother Ning, you can also get a clue." Meng Cangran said.

"Yes, it's a coincidence... Then I will take care of you, Senior Brother Zhang."

"We are all from the same sect, it's so polite to say this!" Zhang Wanyang seemed much warmer at this moment, and even raised his glass and clinked it with Ning Wuxie.

At night, Ning Wuxie and Jiang Ningxuan rested in the same bed.

"If I squeeze next to you again tonight, you push me away!" Jiang Ningxuan wrapped herself tightly with the quilt and said to Ning Wuxie.

"Okay, okay..." Ning Wuxie smiled bitterly, knowing that it was useless for her to wrap herself tightly, and she would still crawl to his side like a caterpillar.

Of course, he would not push her away, this was a rare moment for him to be intimate with Jiang Ningxuan.

Jiang Ningxuan, who fell asleep, could no longer see any difference from Xuan'er.

Her pink lips were slightly open, and there was no trace of aggression on her cute face. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful facial features were exactly the same as Xuan'er. Even the smell on her body was the same.

At this time, Ning Wuxie could not help but move his face closer... and then lie back.

Yes, he could not do anything. He could only feel the feeling of "Xuan'er" next to him.

The next morning, Jiang Ningxuan would complain and ask why he didn't wake him up, and he would say that he was asleep and didn't know anything.

It should be the same tonight.

No one spoke, the night became quiet, and Jiang Ningxuan slowly rubbed over and pressed against Ning Wuxie's shoulder.

Ning Wuxie waited for a while, and heard her breathing gradually stabilized, guessing that she should be asleep. He turned his head gently and saw Jiang Ningxuan lying on her side like a kitten beside him, with half of her face on his shoulder.

Ning Wuxie smiled slightly, slowly turned his head, put his head close, and smelled the scent of his Xuan'er.

Then, he realized that something was wrong.

Jiang Ningxuan, who was lying beside him, seemed to be frozen, and her face was turning red little by little.

Ning Wuxie was startled, and quickly put his head back and pretended to be asleep.

His heart was pounding, and he didn't know why he was so nervous.

She didn't fall asleep? Then she came over...?

Ning Wuxie felt that Jiang Ningxuan must have heard his heartbeat, but he couldn't control it. He quietly opened his eyes and took a look. Jiang Ningxuan was already looking at him shyly with her big eyes open.