In the ancestral hall, Daoxuan looked at He Xu's departure back and was stunned and a little dazed. At some point, another figure appeared behind him. Suddenly, it was Wan Jianyi, who had been recognized by He Xu before!

"He's gone." Wan Jianyi said lightly.[.]

Daoxuan nodded silently, but did not look back, and asked suddenly: "How is it?"

Wan Jianyi was silent, as if he had been brewing for a long time before two words popped up: "It's very similar."

Daoxuan turned around and Wan Jianyi was also looking at him... The two of them looked at each other, and for some reason, they actually smiled happily together.

The smile was very shallow, the expression was very short, but the smile in the eyes was so real that they all felt that this was a long-lost and memorable tacit understanding.

But after Daoxuan smiled, he suddenly covered his mouth and coughed. His face became red. It was not until the cough stopped that his face calmed down, but it was as pale as paper.

Wan Jian was secretly shocked, and he also smiled and said in a deep voice: "The injury from five years ago is not healed?"

Daoxuan nodded and calmed down for a while. After a while, he said something inexplicable: "Actually, in the past five years, I have never used my skills to meditate. I send my heart to climb high and look far away every day, just to nourish my energy. Who would have thought that my skills will still be thousands of miles a day..."

Wan Jian was stunned for a moment: Isn’t this a good thing?

After a moment of thinking about something, my face finally changed drastically: "Is it... it's because of 'Zhu Xian'?"

Daoxuan nodded with a bitter expression on his face.

"I used to control Zhuxian with my injured body. Although I was immediately strong in the end, the hostility finally invaded my lungs... Even though I had already felt something, I forced myself to suppress it. However, the hostility was entangled with my obsession in my heart, and it was difficult to dissipate. Alas..." He said, sighing silently, "I don't know if this hostility becomes deeper and deeper, what will happen in the future..."

When Daoxuan said the words at the end, his voice couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his face showed a fear that others had never seen before, as if he had remembered some terrible past.

Wan Jianyi seemed to feel sad because of his words, and finally comforted him: "Don't think too much. Your current situation is not as serious as Master's back then. And I look at your aura, although the anger enters your body, it can be restrained in the end. I just untied my heart, and the small hidden dangers will never be hindered. It is unknown if I get a blessing in disguise." He has been taciturn for more than a hundred years. At this moment, he has said many things very rarely.

Daoxuan smiled and accepted Wan Jianyi's comfort. But both of them knew in their hearts...thing was not that simple.

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Thousands of miles away, in a place surrounded by mountains and clear waters and green trees - Huqi Mountain, the main hall of the Ghost King Sect.

The Ghost King stood in the pavilion built on the top of the mountain, overlooking the countless sentient beings under the mountain. Behind him, a man surrounded by a black robe and even his face was wrapped in a hood, standing quietly.

He was like a shadow. Although he stood there in broad daylight, he always exuded a gloomy ghost aura. On the other side, there was a graceful woman with a varnish face, Zhuque, one of the four great envoys of the Ghost King Sect.

It is worth mentioning that in private, Bi Yao, the daughter of the Ghost King, called her "Youji", and her relationship is very close.

"Sect Master, I don't know why I'm summoning me?" You Ji's voice was very cold. In fact, since Qinglong, a senior brother who was a student of Yi, died tragically at the hands of He Xu, she was already extremely cold in dealing with people and was increasingly resisting people from thousands of miles away. Therefore, even when she treated the Ghost King, she spoke in this hard and cold tone.

The Ghost King Xiaoxiao, who had a good temper, didn't mind You Ji's indifference at all, and said, "I call you here to discuss with you about the soldiers entering the Poisonous Snake Valley. Not long ago, you also knew the news from Taoist Cangsong. But just last night, our plan changed a little bit again."

Youji frowned slightly and said, "I hope to hear the details."

"That's right." The man in black robe coughed and explained, "The original plan to advance in 'Shekou' was changed to 'ambush'." His voice was very bad, and there was a hoarseness and harshness when the file rubbed.

Youji was stunned, "Ambushes? Who ambush?"

"Tianyin Temple."

"Hmm?" You Ji's eyes flashed with lightning. "How could these bald thieves be there?"

"Haha, you don't have to worry about this. Just take people there." Seeing You Ji questioning the man in black robe, the Ghost King stopped the topic at the right time.

Youji had no choice but to snort very lightly to show her dissatisfaction, but she finally said: "Since the sect leader has an order and is dealing with the bald thieves in Tianyin Temple, I have no objection."

Speaking of which, the Ghost King Sect and Tianyin Temple have always had a deep hatred. Both the two factions are incompatible, both openly and secretly. Not to mention the distance, they only say that Bi Yao's mother died at the hands of the Pufang monk of Tianyin Temple. Therefore, from the sect leader, all of them regard Tianyin Temple as an irreconcilable enemy. Therefore, even though the Ghost King is now suspected of "changing the orders in the morning and night", Youji did not feel inappropriate at all. Instead, the hostility in his heart became more and more sharp.

After You Ji got the order, he turned around and left. As for how to arrange troops, there is no need for the Ghost King to bother. Looking at You Ji's departure back, the Ghost King sighed inexplicably, then turned around and said to the man in black robe beside him: "Mr. Ghost, are you really reliable when you asked the man who came to you last night?"

The man, known as "Mr. Ghost", was silent for a while before he said hoarsely: "Oh."

"Oh no?" The Ghost King turned his head and looked at him, laughing and crying: "Sir, are you playing with me?"

Mr. Gui shook his head slowly: "What he said is not true. Therefore, we can only bet on this matter. But if we win the bet... Just imagine, Wandu Sect, Tianyin Temple, and Qingyun Sect will all be greatly damaged. The Hehuan Sect outside is not afraid of it, and Burning Xiang Valley is alone. As long as the sect leader can unify the Holy Sect, who else can stop this world?"

When the Ghost King heard this, he couldn't help laughing loudly: "What Mr. Husband said is exactly, but hesitated. In the future, Shang Hope can help me with all my strength!"

"The sect leader is so serious, this is just a matter of subordinates."

The Ghost King shook his head and said, "Sir, this is a bad word. Mr. and someone are really good teachers and friends. Therefore, don't call yourself "subject". We only make friends with peers."

Mr. Ghost was stunned, and seemed to have never expected the Ghost King to say this. His hoarse voice also showed some excitement in his stereotype, "Thank you, Master! I dare to repay him without any hesitation."

"Sir, I'm so serious."

...

The two of them made a few polite words like this, showing their loyalty, and showing their feelings, and their attitude became much closer. The Ghost King said: "Sir, what's the news about Cangsong?"

"Everything goes well, I believe there will be a move on the last night of the Poison God's First Seventh."

"Hmph, this guy Qin Wuyan... If it weren't for Cang Song this time, he would have really underestimated him! It's such a scheming!" The Ghost King murmured.
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