The saint snorted and said: "When you practice the Immortality Technique, you will always have problems of one kind or another. This is normal."
"It's normal?" Zhao Xiaole asked suspiciously, "Do you need Yi Jin Jing to help you?"
"No need, it's just some cold air that needs to be adjusted slowly!" the saint said coldly.
Zhao Xiaole sighed.
It seems that there is no chance today.
What a pity.
What he didn't know was that the saint had a panoramic view of his expression through the candlelight outside the gauze tent.
A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Zhao Xiaole walked to the chair and sat down, raised his head and asked: "Where is King Pingxi? What is his attitude after reading my letter?"
After talking about this, the saint said seriously: "King Pingxi just wants to save his own life now, and he is more inclined to cooperate with us."
"only……"
"Just what?"
"He probably knows that Shifang Walker is protecting his life, and he is no longer too afraid."
"Now, King Pingxi is more ambitious. He also wants to keep his own glory and wealth, and has been weighing the pros and cons."
Zhao Xiaole snorted.
King Pingxi was tricked by the Demon Cult once, and he had to obey the third prince's rebellion.
Logically speaking, the prince would definitely get rid of people like him.
King Pingxi should also know this.
Therefore, how to save his own life has become the most important issue. He wants to be a second-rate boy, but he dares not completely become a second-rate boy.
It can be described as extremely contradictory.
After the Shifang Walkers began to intervene, Prince Pingxi's informants were removed one after another, and Prince Pingxi seemed to have found a backer.
There are more and more things that I want to ask for.
And the current situation of King Pingxi is difficult to describe, and he is caught between Yan State and Jingyang.
Now, the main war and main peace factions of the Demon Sect have come to lobby one after another to win over him.
How to choose has become his biggest problem at present.
Seeing that he was silent, the saint expressed her thoughts, "If you could issue a decree on behalf of the court and forgive King Pingxi's sins, it might be more beneficial to us."
Zhao Xiaole sneered, "This decree does not need to go through the court, I can issue it now."
"But, will King Pingxi believe it?"
The saint is silent.
Regarding Zhao Xiaole, King Pingxi may also obey him on the surface, but no one knows what he thinks in his heart.
After a long while, she sighed, "Perhaps, we can only put pressure on him step by step. When the pressure reaches a certain level, King Pingxi can only fall to us."
This is undoubtedly a bad strategy. When King Pingxi is under too much pressure, he may turn to the main war faction.
Zhao Xiaole decided to put this question aside and asked about Xuan Shui. When she heard about this person, the saint shook her head.
"I have never heard of this person. I only know that he caused some trouble in the capital. The blood sacrifice probably has nothing to do with him..."
"About?" Zhao Xiaole was puzzled.
If it weren't for Xuan Shui being too difficult to eradicate, killing the opponent would reveal all the secrets.
No need to guess a little bit.
After talking with the Shifang Walker, Zhao Xiaole became more and more certain that behind the main war faction, there must be the influence of the Changsheng Venerable.
Compared to others, the Immortal Master is the one that Zhao Xiaole fears the most.
To put it bluntly, this old monster who has lived for more than three hundred years really eats more salt than the rice he has ever eaten.
The saint paused for a moment and explained: "The origin of the blood sacrifice comes from the Secret of Immortality. Some believers want to avoid the hidden dangers of the Secret of Immortality. Without the help of special exercises like the Yi Jin Jing, their progress is extremely slow."
"Blood sacrifice can eradicate hidden dangers to a certain extent, but it is inconsistent with the teachings of our sect and has been banned and sealed. During the time I left the mountains, the main war faction actually used this method again."
"This matter should have nothing to do with the blessing ceremony in the capital. Now it has been agreed that the main war faction will no longer sacrifice blood to civilians."
Zhao Xiaole never believed in any agreement, "If the main war faction had wanted to create another saint, I'm afraid they would have secretly sacrificed blood to the people."
This is inevitable. The saint also sighed after hearing this.
Although the method of blood sacrifice is good, it is essentially contrary to the teachings laid down by the sages. As a saint, how can I allow the people below to do this?
The teachings preach to save the world and save people, but the exercises are meant to harm living beings.
It sounds ironic, but isn't this always the case in the world? For example, a sword can kill people, but it can also save people. Things often have two sides.
It is the evil heart of the person holding the sword that determines the final result.
However, this creates another problem.
If the blood sacrifice in the capital has nothing to do with Xuanshui and others, why did Shifang Walker specifically mention it?
Could it be said that the thinking of the travelers from all directions is wrong?
Zhao Xiaole quickly denied this idea. He could conclude that Xuanshui was definitely involved in the blood sacrifice.
As for why the other party held a blessing ceremony in Beijing, he still couldn't figure out the connection.
Zhao Xiaole was thinking.
The saint's faint voice suddenly sounded, "I heard that you became a grandmaster?"
"Huh?" Zhao Xiaole was slightly surprised.
Behind the gauze curtain, the saint did not speak again for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became filled with ambiguity.
After a while, the saint seemed to be talking to herself: "I wonder if this grandmaster is as powerful as the rumors say?"
boom!
Zhao Xiaole's flame was instantly ignited.
He sneered and stood up.
Mudd, this slut is obviously impatient, yet you are pretending to be here to see how I will deal with you!
As Zhao Xiaole approached, the saint pretended to be serious, "What are you doing? Who asked you to come here?"
Although the voice was harsh, everyone could feel that the words on his lips were not sincere.
Zhao Xiaole didn't want to talk nonsense with her. He opened the gauze curtain and rushed in. He pushed her down on the bedside and then pointed her down with a lifetime of skill!
…………
Chang Kun was still sitting in the front hall.
He faintly heard a scream coming from the backyard, and then disappeared immediately. He was inexplicably stunned for a moment.
Then continue to sit down.
He obviously came to see the saint, but even if he couldn't meet her in person, he couldn't even hear her voice.
It's really a pity.
But it doesn't matter. As long as Zhao Xiaole and the Saint have a pleasant conversation, everything will be fine. After all, Zhao Xiaole is a powerful prince with hundreds of thousands of troops.
It would not be difficult for him to destroy Prince Pingxi's Mansion.
At the same time, he was also secretly glad that Zhao Xiaole kept his promise and came to Yun Mansion in person to help the saint overcome the difficulties.
He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the masked woman who looked like a wooden pile, and suddenly felt more pleasing to the eye.
Chang Kun smiled and said: "What is your status in the sect?"
The woman didn't answer.
Chang Kun didn't care and continued: "Before, I was one of the Dharma Protectors in the sect..."
Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.