Chapter 3 Killing

"No! Yunkong's nephew is the next leader. Don't be in danger!"

"Yunkong's nephew and young hero have a bright future. Isn't it a pity to die in that shocking demon lake for this matter?"

"Shangmen, think twice!"

The voice of opposition suddenly sounded.

"Apprentice, have you thought about it?" Daoqian's real eyes were gentle, looking at Yunkong. Yunkong also looked at him and resolutely said, "Master, why sacrifice me for the great cause of Shushan? There have been countless heroes in Shushan. Yunkong has died, and there are tens of millions of excellent disciples on the top, but once the seal of Zhenyao Lake is completely broken, Shushan will definitely decline. At that time Even if there are a few young and powerful disciples, it is difficult to turn the tide!" In the end, his voice was a little choked.

There was silence in the hall, and all the elders bowed their heads and were silent. The head of the Taoist priest gritted his teeth and said, "Well, Taoist brother, go to find the whereabouts of the ancestors. Xu Qing, go to the four sects of Jianfeng, Ziying, Chongyang and Qiuyue Valley, and ask them for help. Be sure to borrow their artifacts, Yun Kong, you and I, go to the Demon Lake!"

"Yes!" The three responded to the order and said, Daoxian and Xu Qing walked out of the hall, but Yunkong knelt down and pleaded, "Master, before going to Zhenyao Lake, the disciples still have a request!"

"Do you want to see that beast?" Dao Qian's face was covered with a layer of frost and said coldly.

"Yes, Master! The apprentice wants to see the eldest brother!" Yunkong whispered, as if he was afraid to touch some taboos.

Daoqian looked out of the window for a long time and said, "Well, if you pass the test of the Tianling Stone Monument and have the identity of entering the Zhenyao Lake, you can go to see him, but if you can't pass the test, you can't see him!"

Yunkong followed Daoqian Zhenren to the Zhenyao Lake. The Zhenyao Lake covers a very large area, and the wide lake could not be seen at a glance. The faint blue lake was shining with Lingling in the light of the sun. If it hadn't been for the insider, he would never have thought that there was another mystery under this calm lake.

The two came to a stone tablet, which was engraved with tadpole-like words. Only those who read poetry and books will recognize these words, which were used in ancient times tens of thousands of years ago.

"Go ahead, apprentice!" Daoqian Zhenren pointed to the Tianling Stone Monument and said. Yunkong's face was solemn, and he walked step by step. Every step seemed to carry the weight of Qianjun, and it was very heavy. When he came to the stone tablet, he, who had always been mature and steady, actually found that his breathing was a little short. He meditated in his heart: I must succeed. The eldest brother is waiting for me, waiting for me...

He took out the knife and gently cut his finger. A drop of blood fell on the cold stone tablet. He closed his eyes as if he was afraid to face something, but Dao Qianzhen hurried over and saw the blood drop gradually become smaller on the stone tablet and then disappeared.

"Apprentice, you are the predestined person!" Daoqian said, but the expression on his face was a little complicated, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

Yunkong looked excited. He jumped up excitedly and couldn't help muttering, "I can see the big brother!" I can see the big brother..."

Dao Qianzhen looked at his excited expression, sighed heavily, and then said, "Come on, come with me. I'll take you to see him!"

Yunkong was overjoyed and followed Dao Qianzhen to the other direction.

***

Sword Front School, Xuanyang Hall. Qingyang Zhenren, dressed in black and white Taoist robes, sat on the main seat. More than 20 other elders were arranged on both sides. In the middle of the hall, stood a middle-aged man in a cyan Taoist robe, who was Xu Qing, the elder sent by Shushan.

"Do you think the seal of your school's shocking demon lake has been broken and needs to be repaired?" Qingyang's real voice was a little angry and asked.

"Yes!" Xu Qing nodded and said, "That's why we borrowed artifacts from your school. As for the candidates who enter the Zhenyao Lake, we don't need your faction to help."

Qingyang Zhenren smiled kindly and said, "This ancient ten artifacts, our sword front school only has Xuanyuan Sword. If Shushan needs it, just take it!"

Xu Qing suddenly looked happy and said, "Thank you, leader. It seems that there is hope to seal the demon lake!"

Xu Qing thanked the crowd and left with Xuanyuan Sword. All the elders also dispersed. Shangguan Mu was about to go back, but was stopped by Wang Sidong.

"Nephew Shangguan, come here!" Wang Sidong said, and Shangguan Mu followed him and left.

On the way, Shangguan Mu asked, "What did my uncle call me?"

Wang Sidong looked at the distance with some anger in his voice and said, "Are you curious, how did Zhao Xuewei know the secrets of the faction? These days, I found it when I was sorting out his relics!"

"Oh?" A trace of murder flashed through Shangguan Mu's cold eyes and asked, "Who is it?"

Wang Sidong said fiercely, "It was the Zhikong bald donkey of Qingchan Temple. Before I poisoned Zhao Xuewei, he told me that day when he just got up in the inn, he saw a letter at the door. A girl happened to pass by. He suspected that the letter was dropped by a girl and wanted to ask the girl to return it back, but the girl But as if he couldn't hear his cry, he left without looking back. He put away the letter and was curious and read it. The letter was actually written by Ouyang Hong to Dao Qian. The letter explained Zhang Ziguang's real strength and the robbery of the ten artifacts. At that time, I felt strange that Ouyang Hong's letter to Daoqian could not be so Discrudence? It was not until yesterday that I found the letter that I found that it was written by Zhikong!"

"Do you really know that it was written by Zhikong?" Shangguan Mu asked curiously.

Wang Sidong said, "In fact, I don't know who wrote it, but with a drop of ink at the foot of the letter, ordinary people can't find the difference of this ink, but I have paid special attention to it during my practice in Qingchan Temple. This ink is made of green bamboo unique to Qingchan Temple, which is unique in the world. Second, and the ink ground by green bamboo can only be used by their head Zhikong Elder!"

"So that's it!" Shangguan Mu said, "Let's go and read that letter!"

The two came to Wang Sidong's residence. Wang Sidong took out a letter from the dark compartment in the room and handed it to Shangguan Mu and said, "That's it!"

Shangguan Mu took the letter and read it carefully. After reading it, he frowned and said, "What is said in the letter is really about Zhang Ziguang's robbery of the artifact, but I didn't find the drop of ink mentioned by my uncle!"

"You will turn over the letter!" Wang Sidong said. Shangguan Mu turned over the letter and saw a drop of ink on the back of the letter. He put it in front of his nose and smelled it faintly emitted a fragrance of bamboo. If he didn't look for it carefully, it would be difficult to find it.

"Go and report to the leader!" Shangguan Dudao.

Wang Sidong said with a faint smile, "I have reported to the head. The head estimated that he will give us an order tonight. The death of Qingchan Temple is coming soon!"