Chapter 161 A test of depth

"Prince Qing, we want to rebel."

The question is whether he has anything to do with me or not?——This was Lin Xiao’s first reaction when he heard this sentence.

Until Lin Xiao sat in the banquet, watching the people drinking and drinking in front of him, and listening to the polite greetings, he was still bored.

I haven't even seen a way out, but I am involved in such an unreliable matter, and I really have no reason to explain.

Lin Xiao even felt a trace of regret in his heart. Is it right or wrong to stand up for this?

Tantang is supposed to be a confidential minister of the imperial court, supervising all affairs in the world, including military, state, and immortal affairs. He is only responsible to the emperor. There is no need to inform Yunzhong Temple of the third division of the criminals who deal with the case. It is a first-class yamen with real power.<

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Of course, there is no need to elaborate on the convenience, but is it really useful to me?

Lin Xiao couldn't help but draw a big question mark in his heart.

What's more, what's true can't be faked, and what's fake can't be true. The risk of impersonation has not yet been calculated.

Just when Lin Xiao was thinking and wandering, the next voice brought his thoughts back to this "Wind Reception Banquet". It seemed that that person was talking to him?

"...I have heard for a long time that there are many masters in Tantang's sect, and their whereabouts are unpredictable. It happened that the master was visiting Zhaoning in person. I shouldn't have disturbed Yaxing on this occasion, but I really feel itchy..."

Lin Xiao's eyes fell on a monk wearing a light brown robe.

Today's "Wind Reception Banquet" was held in the "Juyuan", a residence where Wang Shuliang was guarding Zhaoning.

A total of three tables were set up, and the main table was naturally used to receive Lin Xiao, the master of Tantang.

Among them are two Zhaoning chief officials, as well as several immortal elders and prominent figures in Shilingfang City.

On the two tables at the bottom are a group of officials and casual practitioners.

However, what surprised Lin Xiao was that Prince Qing's Mansion actually sent Chief Shi Zhao Sheng to come forward, and Cui Yishan, the Chief of the Right Division of Yunzhong Temple, also appeared at the main table.

Is it just the attitude of these two people? The former is polite but a little wary, while the latter has a calm expression, showing some obvious alienation.

As for the others, Zhaoning City is located in a remote area and the Immortal Foundation is weak. The cultivation level of those present today is really unsatisfactory. Lin Xiao secretly scanned the circle and found that except for Cui Yishan who was slightly above the foundation, there were several others.

At most, it is around the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining.

Listening to the man in front of him standing at the table, talking eloquently for a long time, but without any important points, Lin Xiao felt impatient and raised his hand to stop him.

"Your Excellency is Zhou Song from Pofengling, fellow Daoist Zhou, right?"

The man clasped his fists when he heard the question. "That's right."

"Okay." Lin Xiao nodded slightly, "fellow Taoist, why don't you tell me briefly, what exactly is going on?"

For a moment, the eyes of the three tables gathered together, and Zhou Song pondered for a moment, looked at Lin Xiao and said solemnly: "The leader asked here, I am not talented, but I want to live with the leader for two years."

Move, try the trick."

"Oh?" Lin Xiao smiled and looked around. He saw that everyone at the table had different expressions. Some were dumbfounded, some were confused, and some seemed not to care about what happened at all. Cui Yishan, for example, just looked up.

After looking at Zhou Song, he took the wine glass and continued to pour himself a drink.

At this time, I heard a grey-haired old man in the chief room, looking at Zhou Song, and said: "It is a happy event to meet the master today. Isn't it a bit rude for Zhou Daoyou to ask for advice at this time?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the venue echoed it one after another. Wang Shuliang also laughed and said: "This is exactly the reason. How about just talking about the romance today and not using weapons?"

I saw Chang Shi Zhao Sheng smile on his face. "Master Zhou, please sit down first. I, a mortal, can't care about all the matters of the Immortal Sect. But in this situation, it should not be my way of hospitality in Zhaoning City. If you mention it,

If the Lord doesn't accept it, is there a fight now?"

Lin Xiao sneered in his heart when he heard this. He would not believe it if he said that this matter had no beginning and end.

Then Zhou Song suddenly said with a look: "What Chang Shi said is wrong. We, people in the Immortal Sect, use martial arts to communicate with each other, why not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xiao suddenly laughed and said: "Okay, let's just rely on this sentence to discuss friendship with force. I'll drink this glass of wine. You can catch it first, and then we can talk about other things."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiaoti flicked his two fingers to the table, and the wine in the glass rose out of the air. With a burst of real energy, he went straight towards Zhou Song and shot away.

In an instant, the expressions of several people at the table changed suddenly. Cui Yishan turned his head sharply and looked at Lin Xiao with a pair of tiger eyes.

Seeing the drink coming towards him and the strong wind tearing his face apart, Zhou Song's heart trembled immediately. Knowing that he could not avoid it, he immediately turned his palm over, took the long knife into his hand, and took it with his true energy.

"Zheng——!"

The moment the blade of the blade caught the water flow, a huge force came over him. Zhou Song gritted his teeth, took two steps back, and threw away the knife technique. He saw the water flow flying up and down in the cold light of the knife, and missed the blade.

Even for a moment, a series of friction sounds of gold and iron could be heard.

Zhou Song felt horrified at this moment. The opponent's cultivation level was much higher than his own. Not only did the drink contain sword intent, but the pure essence in it was something that he could not remove no matter what. In this way, he could not get rid of it.

What a life to lose today!

I want to ask for mercy, but at this time when my true energy is competing, opening my mouth will release my inner strength. I have to fall into the inner palace and be hurt, so how can I open my mouth?

At this moment, Cui Yishan, who was sitting next to him, suddenly whispered, "I hope the leader will show mercy."

Lin Xiao sighed inexplicably when he heard this. It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but he suddenly remembered the battle at Qiongtai Xianyuan. When Xiao Qingyan faced a group of Qi-refining monks, he must have had the same mentality as a tiger playing with a rabbit...

Thinking of this, my interest suddenly waned, and I even felt disgusted with this "receiving feast".

"In front of cultivation, all conspiracies and intrigues are just clouds. After all, this world of mortals is not where I feel at ease..."

Lin Xiao secretly said something in his mind, and with a flick of his backhand, he heard a "dang" sound, and the drink wrapped around the blade exploded. The terrifying remaining strength of his true energy sent Zhou Song flying two feet away, and he was hit hard.

Fell to the ground.

When he put his long sword on the ground and barely straightened his body, the blood in his chest couldn't be suppressed anymore, and with a "pop" sound, a mouthful of red blood spurted out from the sword.

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Suddenly, the whole place was filled with dead silence. Those who didn't understand it were still wondering how it could happen so quickly and how Zhou Song could be injured so seriously.

There are still some people who understand clearly, but their hearts can't help but surge, and the look in their eyes that quietly looks at Lin Xiao changes.

I saw Zhou Song coughing up two more mouthfuls of blood, his face covered with cold sweat, and he bowed to Lin Xiao, the head table, and said, "Thank you, senior, for not killing me!"

Lin Xiao sighed and said deliberately: "If you make a knife with someone, you will inevitably end up with the knife cutting the person and killing him, so you should take care of yourself."

Zhou Song was stunned when he heard this, glanced at something subconsciously, lowered his head again and said, "Yes, I will keep this in mind..."

After saying that, regardless of how everyone looked, he bowed to Lin Xiao twice more, turned around and left with his long knife in hand.

The next moment, everyone in the venue seemed to come alive in an instant, and the cheers filled the sky.

"The method used to propose the master is superb, it is eye-opening for us!"

"Exactly, exactly, how can the light of the pine trees and rice grains compete with the bright moon!"

"Master Ti is so powerful! Under the tan hall, there are indeed all heroes!"

"..."

But Lin Xiao only responded twice and said nothing more.

Xu was a group of officials who were practicing laxity, and they all saw that he was not in a good mood, so they dispersed hastily after not eating for a long time.

As for the thoughts and thoughts of each of them, it is difficult to tell others.

After declining Wang Shuliang and Dou Zhang's offer of farewell, Lin Xiao just took the reins of "Carrot" from the boy's hand when he saw a figure coming to the side.

Turning around, I saw it was Cui Yishan of Yunzhong Temple.

Seeing this burly man who was more than eight feet tall, he first clasped his fists and saluted, and then said: "I wonder if the master has some free time, can I take a step to speak?"

Lin Xiao returned the salute and said with a smile: "Of course I can take a step to speak, but I don't know, is it official or private?"

Cui Yishan was startled for a moment, then laughed loudly.

He didn't know that the other person's words gave him a step up. If he were to be considered in terms of official status, he, the right director of Yunzhong Temple, would have to call himself a lower official with the five censors of Tantang.

From a personal perspective, although I can’t see my specific cultivation level, I can still talk about it as equals.

So I heard him say: "Since fellow Taoist mentioned it, let's do it in private."

Lin Xiao also smiled. "That's fine, why don't you and I walk and chat?"

Cui Yishan nodded and replied: "It couldn't be better."

The two got on their horses, said goodbye to the officials who were seeing them off, and walked slowly along Zhaoning North Street.

"I wonder what you call your friend?" Cui Yishan started the conversation first.

"My surname is Mu, and the single word is Yichuan." Lin Xiao replied.

"Muchuan? A pseudonym?" Cui Yishan asked naturally.

"Indeed, and it hasn't been used for several years." Lin Xiao answered more naturally.

Cui Yishan smiled silently, but didn't care. "I came to see you Taoist fellow Taoist today for one thing."

"Fellow Taoist, please speak." Lin Xiao said.

Cui Yishan looked at the few unlit lights on the street and sighed softly. "More than a month ago, four Tiqi from Yunzhong Temple on Qianshan West Road, at the boundary of Tuoshui, were found dead in the mountains and forests. The perpetrators were very cruel.

It's a one-shot kill, leaving half alive. I don't know this, can fellow Taoist teach me?"

Lin Xiao frowned slightly when he heard this, just because he was involved in it. Naturally, he couldn't tell the truth about this, so he said: "Qianshan West Road has always been inaccessible. Since your company sent Tiqi there, it is obviously for the matter in the mountains.
To be continued...