Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Young Master, tell me... if one day I go to war with the forces of Qingcang in the extreme north, which side will you stand on?"

Xuanyuan Weiyang was close to Ling Xiao, her jade hand unconsciously resting on Ling Xiao's arm.

At this time, there was still a trace of sadness between her brows, which made people feel pity.

"Of course...the side of justice."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly. Based on his knowledge of the extreme north, although that area was desolate and barren, the barbarians living in it could be said to have a long history.

These barbarians existed even before the immortal clan unified the Nine Heavens.

Of course, to say they are barbarians is actually nothing more than the belittlement of them by the Qingcang forces.

The so-called barbarians refer to the kind of people in the human race who still believe in totems and follow ancient precepts.

Now the Emperor Xuanyuan Clan is enshrined in the Extreme North, and these barbarians are all headed by the Xuanyuan Clan.

However, according to Ling Xiao's speculation, now that the world is in trouble, the world lord is missing.

Whether it is a savage or a monster, they all have the ambition to fight for the world again.

And once the Xuanyuan clan was unable to lead them back to the Qingcang Realm, some people would feel dissatisfied after a long time.

At that time, the Xuanyuan clan will face great difficulties.

The reason why Ling Xiao has been moving to the extreme north is because he is waiting for... such an opportunity.

After all, Xuanyuanyue is her own mother, and now she is the head of the Xuanyuan clan.

He couldn't compete with his mother for the status of the overlord of the extreme north.

What's more, these barbarians are rough and unconvinced.

Even if Xuanyuanyue gave Ling Xiao the land of the extreme north, some people would probably feel dissatisfied.

The best way is to subdue them.

As early as when Xuanyuanyue returned to the Xuanyuan clan, Ling Xiao had sent dark guards to the extreme north.

As long as there is chaos in the extreme north, he can justifiably conquer this domain as Emperor Xuanyuan's son!

"On the side of justice?"

Xuanyuan Weiyang held her jade finger in her mouth, her little head tilted slightly, her eyes were ignorant.

This answer is indeed in line with the son's conduct.

However, the smile on the corner of his mouth has a strange feeling.

In the final analysis, the word "justice" is too ethereal and vain on this immortal journey.

All kinds of races and all sects are vying for heaven and earth, and for good fortune.

Although the barbarians are brutal by nature, they are also one of the sentient beings. Now they have been suppressed in the extreme north for 10 years, accompanied by wind and snow, and suffered from desolation.

Could it be that they are evil if they want to return to Qingcang?

"Young master...then...what is justice?"

"I mean justice."

Ling Xiao smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed Xuanyuan Weiyang's head, "Let's go! This Xianyuefu is a rather mysterious sect in the northwest of Qingcang. Few disciples were born. It is said that a fairy from Xianyuefu appeared today This kind of opportunity to play the piano in Emperor Wudi's city is rare."

After the words fell, Ling Xiao ignored Xuanyuan Weiyang who was behind him, and strode towards the central bank in the city.

"I mean, it means justice...Young Master means...as long as I can be favored by Young Master, maybe when he is happy, he will stand by Xuanyuan Clan's side?"

The confusion on Xuanyuan Weiyang's pretty face gradually dissipated, and a look of joy appeared instead.

When he looked up, he saw that Ling Xiao had stepped into the sea of ​​people, and he almost disappeared, his little heart suddenly tensed up.

"Young master!! Wait for me."

Although at this time, both of Ling Xiao's faces were covered by fairy clouds, but along the way, they were still noticed by many arrogance and powerhouses.

The kind of immortal charm permeating the whole body is really trembling.

At the same time, in the city of Emperor Wudi.

I saw a simple and magnificent high-rise building standing in the center, full of mysterious wood, overflowing with ancient charm.

In the middle of the pavilion, there is a golden plaque inlaid with four big characters carved on it, Yuqiong Xianlou.

In the fairy tower, there are already no empty seats.

Countless arrogance and evildoers from all over Qingcang gathered together, waiting eagerly.

Xianyuefu, there are many rumors in the world about this Fangzong sect.

Some people say that Fang Yuefu was founded by a fairy of nine heavens, and his disciples practiced the zither and the flute and flute, and used music to channel the sound without sound.

Moreover, this Xianyuefu only accepts female disciples, each of them is like a fairy, with ethereal temperament and supreme cultivation.

It's just that this Fangzong sect is hidden from the world, and there are very few strong people born in the world, only disciples walk in the world, amazed for a while.

But now, one day before the wedding of Wu Hongsi, Princess Shenwu, there is a descendant born in this Fangxian Mansion, playing the piano and playing music, adding auspiciousness, which is really a blessing.

The hall of the ancient building was full of noise.

Countless youths from ancient clans and fairy dynasties sat scattered in the hall, sipping wine, tasting tea and burning incense, looking dignified.

And Ling Xiao also found a corner with Xuanyuan Weiyang, sitting in front of the case, waiting quietly.

Today's Yuqiong Immortal Tower is full of Tianjiao.

Many auras that are not weak are scattered in the palace, but... they are just not weak.

In Ling Xiao's eyes, these people have no luck, no different from ants.

Of course, most of the Tianjiao and evildoers who can sit here are from the real Dazong ancient clan in the northwest of Qingcang.

Because, today's entry certificate for the Yuqiong Immortal Tower requires... one hundred thousand spirit stones! !

This number is a sky-high price for ordinary clans.

But for some descendants of the ancient clan and the princes of the dynasty, it is not worth mentioning.

The wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, that's probably the case.

"Look!! Here it comes!!"

The uproar lasted for a while, until there was a sound of footsteps coming from the back of the hall, everyone's expressions froze fiercely, and they turned their heads suddenly.

Even Ling Xiao put down the teacup in his hand, looked up with a glint in his eyes.

But at this time, in a long corridor in the hall, an exquisite and graceful figure walked slowly.

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It was a slender, slender girl with swaying steps.

The black silk bun is extremely graceful.

At this time, her face was covered by a fringed white veil, only revealing a pair of bright and clear eyes and a straight nose.

Wearing a black long dress, it is elegant and ethereal, and the mist is misty, which makes people feel refreshed.

On its back is an ancient wooden qin with a carved phoenix head, which has a unique charm.

It stands to reason that ordinary monks, even if they use the qin as their instrument, would put it in the Qiankun ring.

Only those who are in touch with Qin can't bear the loneliness of Qin's heart, and always carry it by his side.

Her gait is extremely peaceful and elegant, natural and graceful.

Rao Xuanyuan Weiyang couldn't help exclaiming at this moment, apparently surprised by this woman's extraordinary temperament.

"My lord, look quickly, what a beautiful girl."

Hearing this, the corners of Ling Xiao's mouth raised slightly, and there seemed to be deep meaning in his eyes.

From the first time he saw Chu Yinyin, he was attracted by the young girl's piano skills.

A person with no cultivation can use the zither to enter the realm of no one.

It is impossible for such a woman to remain anonymous in a troubled world.

What's more, at that time, she already had two thousand lucks in her body.

But now it seems that his guess is really good.

A dragon swimming in the shallows is a dragon after all.

Just a spring tide can soar up to [-] miles.

Although at this time, Chu Yinyin's cultivation still seemed humble and weak, only at the first rank of Shenhou, but her luck had reached six thousand.

And it was only two months since Ling Xiao saw her for the first time.

It seems that the girl who lived in a teahouse and paid off her debts with her piano finally got off to a good start in this journey of immortality.

But, far from enough.

Nine Heavens Qin Emperor, established the world with Qin.

One day, when she became famous and attracted the attention of everyone, she was qualified to stand beside Ling Xiao and play a song for the son... Supreme.

"Ah."

Ling Xiao nodded slightly and sipped his tea lightly.

At this time, Chu Yinyin obviously didn't see him, or she didn't look at anyone at all. Instead, she walked up to the high platform, took the piano off her back, and sat down cross-legged.

The disciples of Xianyuefu entered the world to practice, and what they hone is not the piano skills, but the Taoism.

Of course, Ling Xiao didn't know much about Qin Dao.

But in Shengzhou, the great demon Wen Ruyu was good at this way.

Although the cultivation base of the people in Shengzhou is now as weak as ants to Ling Xiao.

But if it wasn't for Wen Ruyu back then, it would have been difficult for Zi Yan to truly compete against the number one envoy by herself.

Qin Daoyin kills, cultivates to great success, and kills invisible.

"Zheng!!"

The originally noisy hall suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked expectantly at that quiet and indifferent figure, watching her pair of jade-like fingers caressing the strings of the zither, walking away gently.

Chu Yinyin lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes lightly. The next moment, the sound of the piano suddenly resounded throughout the hall.

The infinite dao rhyme is ups and downs, evolving into auspiciousness, lingering endlessly.

Breeze and showers, mountains and rivers are magnificent.

As the sound of the piano entered their ears, everyone felt as if a picture scroll was unfolding in front of them, with magical waves.

And Ling Xiao also lightly closed his eyes, his whole body was filled with purple aura, which faintly coincided with the sound of the piano.

until! !

The sound of the zither stopped quietly, but everyone still had an obsessive look on their faces, and they fell into the sound of the zither and couldn't extricate themselves.

Chu Yinyin got up, leaned slightly, put the guqin on her back, and was about to leave.

"Huh? This is the end?!"

"Listening to the fairy song, it really is three days around the beam, and the Taoist heart is clear."

"Wait a moment!!"

Just when everyone was amazed and regretful, a slightly cold voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, where there are lucky people, there will always be villains.

If you don't slap your face, how can you feel refreshed?

Hearing this, Chu Yinyin's footsteps were slightly stagnant, and she turned her head to look at a figure in a golden robe who suddenly stood up under the high platform, with dark eyebrows.

"Fairy's piano skills are indeed rare in the world, but I don't know how fairy's flute skills are?"

The young man in the golden robe had a domineering expression and a rich body, obviously he was a child of an aristocratic family.