From a distance, the Yongding Peak is as steep as a sword. It is approaching quickly, illuminated by the glow of clouds and mist, and cranes flying between the buildings. Such a beautiful scenery can be said to be a miracle of creation in the world of cultivation.
"Father, father, father..." A beautiful woman with an elegant appearance was running in the corridor with a floor-length skirt, her hair was messy and her tears were still wet, her eyes were half painful and half determined.
The beautiful woman wanted to rush into the hall, but the attendants outside the hall stopped her.
"Miss, no!"
"Crack!"
A slap hit the attendant firmly on the face.
"You bitch, you can stop me, Madam."
Although the attendant is a servant, he is already at the middle stage of forming a pill, and this beautiful woman, who is a young lady, is at the peak of forming a foundation, and has not even touched the threshold of making a statement.
"Fen Ji, let her in."
The old man's voice was like the ringing of a large Lu Hong bell. Fen Ji bowed his hands in the direction of the main hall and said hello, then stepped aside. The beautiful woman never looked at Fen Ji again. Where is she? No matter how high her cultivation level is, she belongs to the Ji family.
of servants.
The main hall is majestic and solemn, with the elegance and solemnity of the Sanqing Taoist Temple, and the luxury and nobility of a wealthy family. On the high platform, an old man in long robes and high crowns sat cross-legged. When the beautiful woman rushed in, I just frowned slightly and continued to meditate with my eyes closed.
The old man was the Nascent Soul monk who used the blood spell in Taiqing Hall, and his Taoist name was Lingqi.
"Father!" The father said sincerely, but the old man still had no intention of opening his eyes.
The beautiful woman's eyes filled with tears, and the tears flowed down like broken beads. The beautiful woman burst into tears, and her figure that should have been swaying trembled from crying.
"Tell me! It's that bastard of yours again. What trouble did it cause?"
The bastard in the old man's mouth is the son of this beautiful woman. He has ordinary qualifications but not much cultivation, and he always relies on the power of the Ji family to cause trouble.
As soon as the old man said this, the beautiful woman knelt on the ground weakly and cried bitterly, "Father, Min'er's soul card is broken, Min'er's soul card is broken! Your grandson has been harmed..."
It was worse than a mortal woman to cry like this. The grandson was born to her daughter from the Jiang family in Nanchuan. She called her surname Ji and her family grandson to the outside world.
If he is not very qualified and not diligent, he will cause trouble. If it is some trivial matter, the old man does not want to do it again. In fact, the boy couldn't control his belt last time and provoked a great person. This incident is a prick.
When he arrived at your Majesty's place, he was completely disgraced.
Your Majesty pressed him in front of the Qingzhu Peak Tower and knelt for three days and three nights before letting him stand up and leave. How had he ever been treated like this since he reached Nascent Soul?
Your Majesty is the blue supreme, and he is also the Optimus Prime of our Ji family. Naturally, he will not blame your Majesty without thinking. It is not because of his incompetence in teaching, but because that boy is really a rotten tree that cannot be cultivated.
After all, he is still his direct descendant, and it is absolutely unacceptable to be killed.
The old man opened his eyes instantly.
"Jueyun!" The Yuanying cultivator followed the instructions and summoned him, and the cultivator named Jueyun arrived instantly.
"Greetings to the Lord!"
He is an ordinary-looking male cultivator who is in the middle stage of the Golden elixir or is practicing swordsmanship. His body is tall and tall, and he still has his own style when he kneels down on one knee when he is in front of others.
"Get up! Talk to me about Ji Xiaomin's matter in detail!"
Bow and accept the promise.
"My lord, at three o'clock today, Young Master Min's soul tablet was broken. The person in charge of the Soul Tablet Hall immediately reported it to Miss Xuanhua and reported the matter to the Ninth Elder of Deacon Hall. Only the last trace of Young Master Min was found.
The place where it appeared once was Night City."
The old man's eyes were like a falcon, looking down at Jueyun below and his daughter by blood. His mood had become indifferent to a terrifying level. However, the place where Mr. Fan Namin finally disappeared was brighter and more majestic. This Nascent Soul Dao Lord was probably
I won't care about it.
What kind of place is Night City? Goulanwa Si Qinglou Chu Pavilion. The dignified monks have been reduced to such a state. It is said that the low-level people are exalting the low-level people. To die in such a place and in the hands of such people is to beat the Ji family.
Face, slap him in Lingqi's face.
"My Ji Lingqi has been missing from the world of cultivation for too long. Even the stupid ones dare to provoke me. Jueyun will leave this matter to you. This matter will be handled according to the specifications of the direct descendant of the Ji family."
"No!" Jueyun accepted the order and left, disappearing into the light curtain. The silvery white light reflected on the beautiful woman's beautiful face, distorting and ferocious.
It was as if she saw her enemies and the enemy's great sect Jin Peng all dead, their souls scattered and never reincarnated. This was not the crazy delusion of this woman, but the cruelty of the Ji family.
There are those who kill the direct eldest son of the Ji family, destroy their master and destroy their sect, their souls are scattered, they will never be reincarnated, and they even destroy their makeup.
Over millions of years, such incidents have happened frequently. Ever since Ji Changkong became Optimus Prime, the Ji family has become more restrained and not as arrogant and domineering as before.
It's just a change from being in the open to being in the dark, and changing the treatment of enemies from overt killing to assassination.
Ji Lingqi is the elder of the Ji family's ANBU, so he naturally has such abilities.
"Daughter, thank you father!"
Ji Lingqi did not ask her to get up. The beautiful woman, Mrs. Xuanhua Ji Xuanhua, could only kneel on the ground obediently, not daring to disobey at all.
"Xuanhua, you are already a married woman. It is not a good thing to live in Dongzhou for a long time. You should return to Nanchuan as soon as possible. It is common for men to have three wives and four concubines. As a big woman, you must be as broad-minded as possible. Those bastards and concubines
If your daughter has spiritual roots, you can feel free to take her into your own home and raise her. Whether she is a legitimate son or daughter, or a right-hand man for your own children, it will all be your help, instead of just doing this for love like you are doing now.
There is no end to the turmoil of love and love, there is no improvement in cultivation, poor education of children, and harm to others and yourself."
Ji Xuanhua kowtowed deeply.
"Thank you father for your teaching! My daughter is awake!"
He looked like he suddenly woke up and was very teachable. If he could wake up, there would be no saying that you can never wake up a person who is crazy about love.
This kind of person has her own logic. She is not wrong no matter what she does. Her son is also good and obedient. Even if she does such nasty things, she is still being seduced by others.
Did something wrong.
My son is still a toddler! What can I understand about Mrs. Xuanhua’s perverse theories?
This child is one hundred and seven years old and is quite huge.
"Father! My daughter has not yet seen Min'er's murderer executed, and she is still angry in her heart. She cannot return to Nanchuan to explain to her husband. How can the relationship between husband and wife be restored to the old good relationship? I hope her father will make it happen."
Jueyun is the best in the Ji family's dark department, both in terms of number of cases and character. Ji Lingqi can rest assured, that is, he can just keep a few more months.