"This is the so-called 'I'd rather provoke the King of Hell, not to attract the little ghost'." Yi Lin snatched the dead skin on his forehead and smiled: "The Tianjian Gate, the Moluo Palace, and the three gates of Yanfuzhou are rarely born. Some people really want to provoke them but have no way to provoke them. But the Bodhisattva Tower is different. This is a killer organization rooted in the folk, coming and going in the wind and rain. Most people are going to provoke them. If the head on their necks is gone, they will be gone. Of course, they can't provoke them at will."

"Not only that," Jian Nanchun shook his head and explained: "Junior Brother Lin, you may have misunderstood one thing."

"Oh? Senior brother, but it's okay."

"The monks in the world are divided into nine gates, three gates at the top, middle and lower. In addition to the status of the upper three gates, the rankings of the middle three and lower three are not based on their strength."

"It's not because of the number of people?" Yi Lin laughed in silence.

"This ranking is based on the legend of the secular people when they are free, what do you think?" Jian Nanchun asked back.

"Fuck? Can this still be like this?" Yi Lin understood now.

Jian Nanchun continued: "As far as I know, the Bodhisattva Tower is divided into twelve branches, with the twelve master. The strength of the twelve master is at least at the Golden Elixir Stage and is placed in the Tianjian Gate. It cannot be said that he can compete with the elders, but he is comparable to the top inner disciples. This is by no means false. In addition to the unknown 'Clay Bodhisattva'..."

Yi Lin didn't expect that Jiannan Chunyue said the more serious his expression became.

"Wait," Yi Lin remembered the task assigned by the master. He almost forgot about it: "Since the black lotus seal of the Bodhisattva Building was found in Jingnan City, the relationship between the Bodhisattva Building and the King of Zhennan is a foregone conclusion. The King of Zhennan plans to rebel and proclaim himself emperor, then our Master's mission has been completed?"

At this time, Yi Lin had a little bit of a change of concept.

The Bodhisattva Tower has a relationship with the King of Zhennan. What does it have to do with the Demon Sect?

"What? Uncle Emperor wants to rebel?"

Before Jian Nanchun could answer, Xia Xiaoman suddenly stood up and his voice increased a little. If Yi Lin had not set up the barrier in advance, this "rebellion" statement might have been directly transmitted to the King of Zhennan next door next door.

"Shh!Shh!Sh! Junior sister, please keep your voice!"

Jian Nanchun raised his fingers hard and boasted.

The boo was so loud that it almost made Xia Xiaoman's urination feel.

"Shh--"

Suddenly.

Xia Xiaoman was about to complain.

Yi Lin's face froze, she stretched out her five fingers, made a "STOP" gesture, and she shook louder.

“There are people outside.”

Yi Lin winked at Jian Nanchun, Xia Xiaoman quickly got up, stopped talking, and entered the inner room.

After avoiding the sight of Xia Xiaoman and Jian Nanchun, Yi Lin launched the [Shadow Follow] and the [Shadow Kill] sneak package, which turned into a shadow and hid.

There was a whirring cold wind outside.

When Yi Lin's barrier was removed, Jian Nanchun's spiritual consciousness was released.

Sure enough, as Yi Lin said, in front of the East Villa, a thin-dressed maid was quietly waiting for.

She held a copper lamp in her hand and stretched out her other hand towards the wooden door, ready to knock on the door.

"Knock and knock."

Jian Nanchun had just retracted his spiritual consciousness when a dull knock on the door rang out.

"I, Xueer, passed on the prince's order and invited the eldest princess to go to the main hall to gather."

Xia Xiaoman seems to have not recovered from the amazing fact that "the prince wants to rebel."

Before, when Jian Nanchun discussed Prince Nan's rebellion conspiracy with Yi Lin, he deliberately avoided Xia Xiaoman.

But she had never heard of this!

"Senior brother, I don't believe it, I will never believe that my uncle is such a person!"

Xia Xiaoman muttered in front of Jian Nanchun in a low voice, then put on a squid-wool jacket without fear and walked towards the gate of the east wing.

Jian Nanchun held up the oil umbrella and followed Xia Xiaoman.

After opening the door, a delicate maid knelt down on one knee and saluted Xia Xiaoman: "I have seen the eldest princess, I have seen me."

"Flat."

Xia Xiaoman nodded: "Take me to see the emperor's uncle."

"As for orders, Princess." The maid raised her head and smiled. Her eyes narrowed into crescent moons. She looked at Senior Brother Jian who was about to be a transparent man to follow her. She whispered in a soft tone: "This immortal please stay. The prince said that she would only invite the eldest princess tonight and go to the main hall to talk."

She deliberately put a little accent on the word "only".

Jian Nanchun's face turned dark, hesitating whether to get angry.

At this moment, the token in his arms shook and prompted "You have new news."

Xia Xiaoman waved his hand: "Senior Brother Jian, don't worry. Xiaoman and the emperor are just talking about the past and chatting together. Senior Brother Jian took a break earlier, don't hurt your body."

The implication is that I'm fine, don't follow me.

Jian Nanchun lowered his head, and after a moment, he nodded and said only one word: "Okay."

Senior Brother Jian stayed in the yard.

Xia Xiaoman was alone, following the maid, following the pebbly path, crossing the courtyard wall, and heading to the main hall of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion.

...

As soon as the two left, Jian Nanchun immediately took out the token and called out his good junior brother.

"Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Lin, Junior Sister is in danger, Junior Sister is in danger, Concaowei."

"Don't worry, I've followed closely."

Lin Yi quickly sent a reply.

This made Jian Nanchun very suspicious about how this guy followed and could still send messages openly?

"Which elder did you learn this skill?"

For some reason, even though he knew that Lin Yixiu was shallow, the other party's relaxed tone made him feel at ease inexplicably, so Jian Nanchun began to argue and asked about other things.

"Oh, this is the 'Tail Tracking Technique', which is taught privately by a hidden senior named Chen in the sect."

"The surname Chen?" Jian Nanchun was stunned. Why had he never heard of this senior named Chen?

"He said he was the head of the sect and her senior brother."

“…”

"They are going in, and they will die first, and contact us if you have something to do. But then again, this Prince Nan has a good vision. Not to mention anything else, just this maid can be the top player in Wanxianglou, Yecheng. OVER."

How can you still care about whether the maid can be the top brothel at this time?

Jian Nanchun held the patina token in his hand, silently and messy in the cold wind.

...

The other side.

Yi Lin followed halfway and soon reached the cordon range.

"Long Princess, come on."

The maid said.

Yi Lin watched the maid look at him with her tight buttocks and waved towards the "Forbidden Spirit Talisman" hanging on the beam. The candlelight in the bronze oil lamp lit up and dimmed, and the maid said again: "Please please, Princess."

The two crossed the cordon one after another.

far away.

In the shadow behind the rockery.

Yilin frowned.

Sure enough, this cordon is like a password door.

To pass the cordon, in addition to forcibly destroying this door, it is also OK to open it with a password.

The oil lamp in the maid's hand has another mystery?

It doesn't look like a magic weapon?

No matter how weak Xia Xiaoman is, at least he is still at the ninth level of energy and has a cultivation level.

But when Xia Xiaoman crossed, the alarm did not trigger. It was obvious that the maid did something.

Prince Nan breathes in the yard every morning, and it seems that he is practicing some kind of exercise, but he doesn't trigger the alarm?

“The confidentiality work is done well.”

Yi Lin has found a lot of information these days, but he hasn't figured out the way to cross the cordon.

However, this doesn't matter, he has another way.

Yi Lin felt it out and confirmed that there was no one around. She slapped her right wrist and hurried into the center of the center.

Inside the pivot, yellow sand is everywhere.

In the middle of the oasis, on the lake, three mother spirits were tirelessly grinding the rusty sword with their hands.

Yi Lin came in a hurry, but she still drifted to Guili Sword and glanced at him.
To be continued...