Zhao Xiaole and Chang Kun couldn't help but change their expressions after hearing this.
The Secret of Immortality appeared in Yun Mansion?
Isn’t that an undisclosed secret of the Demon Sect?
Why did he suddenly appear in Yun Mansion?
As he continued to listen, another man said, "What happened in Yun Mansion? It was a rumor deliberately spread by someone."
"According to rumors, the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect has arrived at Yun Mansion, intending to win over King Pingxi to become her ally."
"What a pity. Do you really think King Pingxi is stupid? No matter what conditions the saint offers, he remains unmoved. He just insists on using the Secret of Immortality in exchange."
"She went to Prince Pingxi's Mansion this time to discuss this matter."
"..."
Zhao Xiaole and Chang Kun looked at each other, with a trace of doubt flashing in their eyes.
Is the Saint going to use the Secret of Immortality to win over King Pingxi?
Shouldn't it?
They haven't heard the news.
Even if it were true, it would be impossible for a saint to do this.
Once the secret of immortality is revealed, she is not qualified to be a saint, and it is impossible for her to do such a thing that puts the cart before the horse.
Chang Kun secretly shook his head at him.
Obviously, he thought so too.
But if it's not true, then who spread the rumor? What is the other party's purpose?
Zhao Xiaole and Chang Kun continued to listen.
Sure enough, there was another related discussion.
Most of the people went to Yun Mansion to join in the fun, and after drinking some wine, they started talking uncontrollably.
"Can this longevity secret really lead to immortality? If King Pingxi leaks the longevity secret and benefits us all, wouldn't it be more beautiful than that old emperor if everyone can practice the secret of longevity?"
"Haha, just dream. Once the secret of longevity is in the hands of King Pingxi, how can it be easily leaked?"
"If not, we can enter the house and steal..."
"..."
Who doesn’t like immortality?
Listening to how everyone was thinking of ways to obtain the Secret of Immortality, they even thought of ways to kidnap and extort.
Zhao Xiaole was bored.
I haven't heard any useful information.
At this time, the waiter brought the warm wine over, and Zhao Xiaole took this opportunity to ask: "How much do you know about the Demon Sect? Why is this matter talked about everywhere when you arrive at Prince Pingxi's Mansion?"
The waiter in the shop was always a good talker and said, "I don't know what I know. I heard that the Demon Sect is a cult."
"However, after the Yan soldiers attacked Chuzhou, the Mo Ni sect did a lot of good things to appease the people. In addition, King Pingxi did not ban it. Now, no one thinks they are a cult."
"Many people have become religious. Recently, there are rumors from people in the world that King Pingxi intends to join forces with the Demon Sect to resist the Yan soldiers. Therefore, the Demon Sect is allowed to preach in Fandi."
After hearing these words, Zhao Xiaole frowned even deeper, "According to what I heard, there is discord within the Demonic Sect. Have you heard about this?"
The waiter shook his head, with a confused look on his face, "Sir, those people have the same skills as gods. Have they ever had any discord? I have never heard of this."
After asking, Zhao Xiaole waved the waiter to go down.
His face became more and more gloomy.
The information just now shows a lot, the outside world does not know the fact that the Demon Sect has split.
In other words, some things were done by the Saint, and some things were probably done by the main war faction.
Well, to make a clear distinction, you have to meet the Saint to know.
Zhao Xiaole felt a little uneasy in his heart.
At this time, Chang Kun on the side suddenly became furious. He slammed the table, stood up, pointed at a charlatan and cursed:
"You bastard, what did you say? Say it again if you dare?"
Chang Kun's roar also interrupted Zhao Xiaole's thinking.
He looked around and saw the people in the world being yelled at by Chang Kun. They were stunned at first, and then became furious.
They all drank a lot, and many of them still had lewd smiles on their faces. A man with a square face shouted:
"Made, how dare you, this little brat, dare to yell at your grandfather? Do you recognize the reputation of your grandfathers?"
As he spoke, the square-faced man suddenly pulled out the knife and slammed it on the table.
Zhao Xiaole's face darkened and asked: "What's going on?"
The anger on Chang Kun's face had not dissipated. He glanced at Zhao Xiaole and said, "These pickled people have unclean mouths and chew their tongues!"
Chang Kun's words immediately caused those people in the world to laugh. Many people immediately joked:
"What's wrong with us? How could your parents have given birth to you if they didn't care?"
"If you don't like pickling, why not cut your thing off and become a eunuch?"
"Yes, since the saint has been an old maid for so long, what a pity she doesn't know the wonderful feeling of it?"
"..."
When Zhao Xiaole heard this, he finally understood.
After this group of people chatted about the kidnapping and interception of people, they inevitably talked about the appearance of the saint.
It is inevitable that he will have lustful thoughts.
Zhao Xiaole sneered, his heart boiling with anger, "Break their legs for me."
After receiving the order, Chang Kun immediately snorted coldly, no longer having any scruples, and stepped forward and said: "You bastards, listen to me. If you kneel down and kowtow, grandpa, I am in a good mood, and maybe I will let you go..."
"Made, haven't you heard of my reputation as a left-handed swordsman? Die for me!"
With a cry, the square-faced man pulled out his long knife, stepped on the table, and jumped towards Chang Kun.
The table under his feet was crushed by him in an instant.
Several men around him also picked up weapons, dodged, and were ready to take action at any time.
In the store, other drinkers also looked over.
Although there are many disputes in the world and fights are common, it still cannot completely eliminate everyone's curiosity.
At this moment, the swordsman still came forward to kill.
Chang Kun shouted loudly, drew out the long sword beside him, and faced him. As soon as the sword was unfolded, he struck out angrily, and made a sudden and violent sword movement.
Bang bang bang.
Ding ding ding ding!
The two of them quickly fought each other, and everyone around them dodged to make way for them.
Chang Kun himself is a first-rate expert, and the square-faced man opposite him is also a first-rate expert. It can be said that the strength of the two is indistinguishable.
In just a short moment, ten moves had been passed, with no winner or loser.
This fight can be said to be about meeting an opponent and meeting a talented person. The power of the sword is like a strong wind, and the overflowing energy is also radiating with cold light.
Others can't get involved at all.
Logically speaking, if the two of them did not fight for fifty rounds, it would be impossible to tell the outcome. Zhao Xiaole calmly picked up the wine glass without even looking at it.
But when the square-faced man's accomplice saw this, a white-faced scholar sitting at the bottom secretly took out a sleeve arrow from his sleeve, saw the opportunity, and shot it at Chang Kun.