Each disciple is not simple

The other shrill voice should be from a subordinate, and there was respect in the voice. "Don't worry, sir, everything has been arranged."

"Okay! As long as the time is right, I will definitely kill that witch in Xiyuan with my own hands to relieve the hatred in my heart!" The lord's voice was cruel, as if he had some deep-rooted hatred.

The male cultivator was startled.

West Garden? Isn't that the courtyard of Xue Ningshui, the daughter of the City Lord's Mansion? The people inside actually want to kill her!

Perhaps he was a little panicked, so the male cultivator was busy trying to get away from the study room, fearing that he would be murdered to silence him.

But as he stepped back, the male cultivator's body collided with the flowers in the courtyard, making a loud noise.

"Who's outside?!" A loud shout came from the study, and then a suffocating atmosphere locked the entire courtyard.

The male cultivator's body was stiff, his legs were shaking, and a huge sense of fear swept through his heart.

The next second, the door of the study was violently kicked open, and two middle-aged men stood at the door, looking at the flowers with sinister expressions.

"Why are you so angry, Dad?" The cute girl in a cardamom-colored dress tilted her head, as if she was a little surprised at how scary the other party was. "You scared me!"

The girl was holding a beautiful lotus flower in her hand and was enthusiastically inserting it into the hair of the male cultivator behind her, with a look of arrogance and willfulness on her face that she had not yet restrained.

Xue Rong looked at his daughter who was hanging out with a man again. The cruelty on his face gradually disappeared, but he was still in a bad mood. With a gloomy face, he scolded her in a slightly scolding voice, "Nonsense! Didn't I tell you not to bring outsiders to the front yard?"

"I came here because I saw the beautiful lotus flowers in the pond and wanted to give them to my husband!" Xue Ningshui stomped her feet in anger as she spoke, "Dad, you are so mean to me! I will ignore you!"

After saying that, she actually pulled the male cultivator next to her angrily and left with a pout.

Xue Rong did not stop them, but looked at the two of them with an increasingly sinister expression.

"My lord, do you want to..." The guard beside him made a gesture.

Xue Rong shook his head, his low and hoarse voice still disturbing, "Don't alert the enemy yet, she won't be arrogant for long."

Xue Ningshui hurriedly pulled the male cultivator and walked directly back to the West Garden in one breath.

When they reached the yard, they both let out a deep breath at the same time.

The male cultivator was still shivering all over, feeling as if he had survived a calamity.

If Xue Ningshui had not suddenly appeared, he would probably have been killed by the city lord Xue Rong.

"Thank you Miss Xue for saving me." The man bowed.

Xue Ningshui shook her head, and her face, which was always arrogant and spoiled, was now filled with sadness and fear.

The male cultivator's heart moved, "Could it be that you know..."

"My dear! I think my father is dead! The current city lord is an impostor!" Xue Ningshui's words startled the male cultivator so much that his hair stood on end.

What's happening here?

The city lord wants to kill his daughter, and the daughter suspects that the city lord is a fake. This Jiuli City is so weird!

“…My dear, you don’t know that just a few months ago, my father seemed like a different person. He used to buy me gifts in various ways every day, but now he almost refuses to see me. And my father never scolds me, he supports me in everything I do.” Xue Ningshui’s eyes were slightly red, and the fingertips that were grabbing the collar of her clothes turned white.

The male cultivator thought: Isn’t that unconditional doting?

"I have a poor talent for cultivation and a short lifespan, but I only love handsome men. My father also indulges me. No matter who I like, he will pass on the message for me and bring the person into the mansion to make me happy."

"It's even more like using courtesy before force than robbery," the male cultivator continued to complain in his mind.

"But a few months ago, I begged my father to take other gentlemen into the mansion, but he just scolded me for making trouble." Xue Ningshui's tears finally fell. "I have no choice but to go out and invite them directly. This is so bad for my reputation!"

As the male cultivator who was "invited" back to the mansion by Xue Ningshui from the street, he didn't know what expression to make.

"My dear! What should I do?" Xue Ningshui cried softly, as if she was mourning for her father.

As a man who was robbed, the male cultivator also looked a little conflicted.

But Xue Ningshui was even more of a young lady without her own opinion. "No! I have to ask other gentlemen to give me some advice!"

After saying that, Xue Ningshui ran away in a hurry, picking up her skirt.

The male cultivator opened his mouth, simply unable to understand the train of thought of the daughter of the City Lord's Mansion.

……

Mingjia and his three companions who were walking on the pipeline outside Jiuli City suddenly stopped.

"There is an evil spirit!" Mingjia, who has the highest cultivation among the four, has subconsciously stood in front of Jun Moyao and the other two, and made a vigilant gesture.

Jun Moyao and the other two were not laggards either, and they also defended as quickly as possible.

Soon, Mingjia captured the direction of a chaotic mixture of spiritual power and evil spirit.

"go!"

As a cultivator, if you encounter evil spirits, you must eliminate them.

Danqing looked at Mingjia who was always in front of the three of them, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It seems that Mingjia is not as timid as he imagined.

The fluctuations that Mingjia felt were not close. In order to take into account the speed of Jun Moyao and the other two, about a quarter of an hour had passed when they arrived at the dense forest.

Just as they calmed down, the strong smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils of the four people. It was obvious that a fierce battle had taken place here.

Mingjia's heart sank, and his hand was already on the hilt of the Langyue Sword, ready to attack at any time.

The closer they got to their destination, the stronger the smell of blood became, as if it was raining blood, and the surrounding trees were destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

"Pay attention to defense." Mingjia reminded the three people in a low voice, his expression becoming serious.

According to the fluctuation of evil spirit, the enemy's strength is not less than the Nascent Soul stage. However, there is no spiritual power fluctuation ahead, I am afraid that the Taoist friend who just fought has no ability to fight.

While they were thinking, the open space created by the impact in front of them suddenly made the four of them see the light.

Blood was flowing in streams among the body parts scattered all over the ground, and unknown body parts were hanging on the stone walls and tree stumps. The whole scene was bloody and tragic.

Dan Qing and Mo Yan, who had little experience, turned pale and their throats were filled with anger.

Jun Moyao remained calm, and together with Mingjia, she looked towards the only person standing intact in front of her.

The man stood in the center of the battlefield, with a shiny head and wearing a monk's robe. He looked thin, but his exposed arms were full of well-proportioned muscles.

He gracefully took the staff in his hand from the stump on the ground. The golden staff was covered with blood. As the golden rings jingled, the blood dripped from the staff onto the ground like small flowers. The monk was protected by the Qi, and there was not a single blood stain on his robe.

As if sensing someone coming, the monk turned around.