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Suddenly I heard someone say coldly: "The Confucianism Sect's Sacrifice Heavenly Palace was started by Nangong Yu, the third master, and was completed by Nangong Xian, the fifth master. It was built by Nangong Xian, the fifth master. No involvement.”

Huang Xiaoyue: "..."

He turned around and faced Chu Wanning's extremely cold face. When Mo Ran looked at this face, he knew that Chu Wanning had almost reached the limit of endurance. As long as he added more fire, Cai Die Zhentian asked The old story of beating people up may happen again.

Chu Wanning said coldly: "Like the immortal Huang, I would like to advise you without any malice. Before you read the book thoroughly, you'd better learn to be cautious in your words and deeds."

Huang Xiaoyue has always wanted to save face. In front of all the juniors, he was so mercilessly exposed by Chu Wanning. He was extremely embarrassed for a moment. His lips were pouting and he was waiting to say something to counterattack. Suddenly he heard Jiang Xi say: "Huang Xiaoyue, Nangong Immortal How can your reputation be so good that you can joke about it?"

When Jiang Xi spoke, his status and position were self-evident. Huang Xiaoyue's face turned earthy in an instant, but he still managed to calmly smile twice: "Master Jiang, why should you take it seriously? I have already said it, and I don't mean any harm... "

"Am I going to condone your malice just because you said you didn't mean it?" Jiang Xi rolled his eyes coldly, squinting at Huang Xiaoyue. He didn't even want to look at him, "Am I going to condone your malice because of your aging?" , will you just tolerate your ignorance?"

"..." Grandmaster Chu is a master, but in the final analysis, he only has skills and no real power. But Jiang Xi was different. Now when Gu Yueye coughed, all the cultivators trembled three times. Huang Xiaoyue was sweating coldly, and she didn't dare to say any more.

Jiang Xi flicked his sleeves and walked into the woods coldly, heading towards the long steps at the end of the woods. The other heads glanced at Huang Xiaoyue with either contempt or sympathy. Of course, some of them completely ignored Huang Xiaoyue and left one after another. The abbot of Wubei Temple also sighed "Amitabha", if it weren't for the circumstances. Forced, Mo Ran can probably really laugh out loud.

They were walking in the forest, but after taking a few steps, Nangong Si said "Huh?"

Jiang Xi asked: "What's wrong?"

"Orange trees..." Nangong Si looked around. There were orange trees everywhere with white orange flowers in bloom. "How could it be an orange tree? The ones originally planted here were all Dragon Girl spiritual trees."

"Look over there!" Before he finished speaking, a sharp-eyed Xiao Xiu pointed to the spring in the distance and whispered, "There is a person over there!"

Everyone followed his hand, and sure enough, they saw a man sitting with his back to them under a leafy orange tree next to the tinkling mountain spring, immersed in something.

Xue Zhengyong frowned and said, "Is it a human or a ghost?"

Mo Ran said: "I'll go take a look."

His lightness skill was extremely good, and he passed by in no time. He hid in the nearby trees lightly and silently, and then cautiously walked around to the side.

He was stunned.

Because he saw the man's face clearly.

That was Nangong Si's father, the last head of the Confucianism Sect.

——Nangong Liu.

what happened? Wasn't Nangong Liu fed the Lingchi Fruit? ! He was supposed to die after three hundred and sixty-five days of Lingchi torture, but why does he seem to have intact skin and flesh at this moment, the old god is there, and even in a good mood, sitting next to a clear spring...

Wash a basket of oranges? ?

The clear spring rippled with waves, and the silvery moon shone in the spring water, illuminating Nangong Liu's face. With an almost dreamlike expression, he hummed a little tune, drained the washed oranges one by one, and then Put it in the backpack next to it.

"The best years are when you are young, with light hooves and fast horses, and you can see all the flowers in the world."

Nangong Liu hummed softly, his sleeves were rolled up, and both arms were soaked in the water. The arms were intact and did not have the mottled scars that would appear on people who have swallowed the Lingchi Fruit.

Mo Ran's eyebrows were twisted into the character "Sichuan". He could clearly sense that something was wrong with Nangong Liu. This person had obviously been made into a Zhenlong chess piece, and the corpses in the tomb were different. Nangong Liu had obviously been preserved for a long time. Most of my consciousness, just looking at his actions and behavior, is not much different from a normal living person.

"How about it?"

Xue Zhengyong asked anxiously when he saw that Mo Ran left and returned quickly.

Mo Ran first glanced at Nangong Si, and then whispered: "It's Nangong Liu."

Many people present had a grudge against Nangong Liu, and a monk immediately drew his sword and said, "That beast! I'm going to kill him right now!"

Nangong Si's eyes were dim, his face was ashen, he lowered his head and said silently: "..."

Mo Ran said: "There is something strange. This Nangong Liu is obviously controlled by Zhenlong Chess Game, but the strange thing is that he does not have any scars on his body from swallowing Lingchi Fruit. I think it is better not to alert him rashly."

Chu Wanning thought about it and asked: "Can the effect of Lingchi Fruit be eliminated?"

Gu Yueye is the best at this kind of problem. Hanlin Shou said: "It's possible, but it's more troublesome. I don't think Xu Shuanglin stuffed him with a Lingchi fruit, and then went to a lot of trouble to help him undo the curse of the fruit. It makes no sense at all.”

Jiang Xi said: "Anyway, Nangong Liu is here and Xu Shuanglin should be in the ancestral temple palace. This time we finally didn't make another trip in vain."

As he was saying this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow shaking in the distance. Jiang Xi turned his head, and the others followed his gaze and saw the former head of the Confucian Feng Sect carrying a basket full of oranges. Coming out of the woods, he

He was also holding a mandrel in his hand, tapping the ground with brisk steps. When he got closer, you could see that he still had a bright smile on his face.

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