Uncle is Up

Bei Yinuan had to rely on spiritual weapons to get out of Luo Mansion, and Luo Mansion's family protection circle was not just for fun, if she really tried to break in, she would really be discovered.

After leaving Luo's mansion, Bei Yinuan stood outside looking at the brightly lit and bustling Luo's house.

Her eyes were curved, and the gentle smile on her lips could capture people's hearts instantly, "Oh, I don't know if that girl has come out, has she been caught?" After she finished speaking, she turned and flew into the night.

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At this time, the Luo Mansion had just had an assassin incident, and turned around and found that a guest minister had died, and there was chaos in the mansion.

The disciples sent by the Longyuan faction to look for Bei Yinuan also arrived at Bei Yinuan's location correctly according to Du Heng's divination.

At this moment, Bei Yinuan has already reported her revenge for being attacked, and she came to the teahouse to listen to stories in a good mood.

"Last time we talked about the three victories of Venerable Moon Guanyue against Venerable Duanlong."

The storyteller with a moustache and a moustache said meaningfully, "I think you are tired of hearing the stories of these venerables, why don't we have some fresh ones today?"

The storyteller's mysterious tone aroused the curiosity of everyone present.

"Mr. Jing, let's stop our curiosity, what are you going to talk about today?"

"Yes, yes, is there some secret thing?"

This storyteller is popular with these people, and Bei Yinuan also regards listening to books as a pastime, mainly because she finds it very interesting to listen to the deeds of various celebrities.

And isn't Venerable Yue Guan the matter of his senior brother Nan Yuxing?

She knew about the three battles with Venerable Duanlong. When Venerable Duanlong was still a Venerable, his senior brother was just a real monarch, so these three victories shocked the cultivation world at that time.

"I don't know if you guys know the second disciple under Venerable You Shan?" The storyteller looked around and spoke cautiously.

When Bei Yinuan heard that it was about her senior sister, she immediately became interested.

"I know, how could I not know?" Someone quickly responded, "The three disciples of Venerable You Shan are well-known genius disciples in the cultivation world. .”

"That's right, Nan Yuxing, Wangyuesha and Bei Yinuan, so which one is the one you want to talk about?"

Someone said: "Could it be that Beihan Zhenjun? I heard that Bei Yinuan recently fought a life-and-death battle with Venerable Yiyuanying and won."

"Then Bei Yinuan is the youngest but has extraordinary talent, but I have heard about her deeds no less than a hundred times, but this moon-watcher...what does Mr. know?"

"Hey, hey," Mr. Storyteller signaled everyone to be calm before saying, "Before I talk about this Wangyuesha, I would like to ask you all if you know the three great evil races two thousand years ago?"

"Evil race?"

Everyone was stunned. It was the first time they had only heard of the immortal race and the word and race of the evil race.

"Sir, don't be too tight-lipped, tell me quickly."

Urged by everyone, Mr. Storyteller took a sip of spirit tea to moisten his throat before he said unhurriedly, "Those two thousand years ago were the most chaotic years in the cultivation world, and all kinds of vicious beasts and other races fought for territory and fought for territory. The world of comprehension is full of smoke and smog, and the world is in chaos."

"We and the human race were the weakest at the time, but we won the melee. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Everyone asked in unison.

"Because at that time, three powerful families united with all the monks in the cultivation world to clear up all the chaos, quell the war, suppress all the alien races, and sign a peace agreement, we are now stable."

"What are the names of those three families? Why haven't we heard of them, and they haven't even been recorded in the history of self-cultivation? Why are those three families called evil clans?"

Everyone's repeated questioning made the storyteller raise his eyebrows, and he was in a good mood.

"That's because..." The storyteller paused and knocked on the table with his fan, and said under his breath, "That's because the members of those three families have special constitutions and spells. Physique and spells are not tolerated by the righteous way."

"One of the families is called... the Spirit Devourer!"

The storyteller's eyes widened, which added to the sense of terror, and Bei Yinuan was also engrossed in listening.

"People in the family of the Spirit Devourer have a special physique, that is, anyone who comes into close contact with them will slowly absorb the spiritual power from their bodies for their own use."

"What!!" Everyone was shocked, "Isn't that an evil cultivator?"

"As for the Moon-Watching Sha of the Longyuan Sect, it is said that it is that one... Well, this is also hearsay, so I don't believe it much."

The storyteller was afraid of causing any trouble, so he added the latter sentence.

"Sir, what about the other two families? How evil are they?" Someone urgently wanted to know how evil and powerful the remaining two families were.

"The remaining two are called..."

"I have seen True Monarch Beihan"

"I have seen True Monarch Beihan"

...

The storyteller was interrupted by a group of shouts, which also interrupted Bei Yinuan's silence.

All the monks who were focused on listening to the book all turned their heads, only to see a white-clothed disciple stalking by the door bowing to a man wearing a white curtain and hat in the corner.

The sleeves of the group of disciples in tight white robes were all blue, and their belts were all embroidered with the logo of the Longyuan School, a golden curly-petal chrysanthemum hooked into a Baoxiang pattern.

Now everyone knew which sect and school these disciples belonged to, and then all of them fell silent and didn't make a sound.

They were just discussing the true king of the other sect, and the next second the disciples of the other sect came to kill him. What is this?

Bei Yinuan sighed, she knew that her master would definitely ask someone to "find" her back.

"Zhenjun Beihan, the head said he found you, so please go back as soon as possible."

The leading disciple has a handsome face, but he has already established a foundation at a young age. This disciple should also be an inner sect.

"Understood." Bei Yinuan put down the teacup in his hand, stroked his robe, and followed the disciples out as if accepting his fate.

Suddenly, Bei Yinuan turned his head to look at the storyteller, with a pair of upturned eyes and brows with a charming look, every glance is gentle.

The storyteller was frightened into a cold sweat by Bei Yinuan's turn of the head. The person he just mentioned was the serious senior sister in front of him.

If the other party held him accountable, would he save his leg, his hand, or his life?

However, Bei Yinuan just shook his head slightly at the storyteller and left.

She felt that it was a pity, she didn't know what the names of the remaining two families were and what abilities they had.

It would be too embarrassing to ask, she, Bei Yinuan, had to maintain her tall and tall image, and she must not ask a storyteller because of gossip.

"Let's go."

Bei Yinuan left Cannes with a group of disciples who found her.

After leaving the city gate, the dozen or so disciples split into two waves, one followed Bei Yinuan, and the other left in the opposite direction.

"Is this Master giving you other tasks?" Bei Yinuan couldn't help asking.

The leading disciple replied, "Yes, the head said that if he finds the Venerable, he should go to Junior Brother Mingyu and bring him back."

Bei Yinuan asked with a smile, "Why did Nephew Mingyu go?"

The leading disciple glanced at Bei Yinuan in embarrassment, hesitated and said, "...Junior brother Mingyu obeyed Zhenjun and your contract elf went somewhere."

Bei Yinuan: "..."

Good guy, she shouldn't have asked, and now she has to waste another Meditation Pill.

And Xu Mingyu, who was missed by everyone, was going further and further in the direction of looking for Bei Yinuan.

Xu Mingyu looked at the endless yellow desert, and said to the wheat sprout under his elbow, "Are you sure it's here? Why do I feel something wrong?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Maimai nodded fiercely, "My impressions are not wrong, you trust me."

"Really? Then why is Bei Yinuan coming to the desert when he has nothing to do? It's weird, and you are too. After searching for so long, I can't see her. Are you really reliable?"

"Of course I'm reliable. If you don't look for it, let me down and I'll look for it myself."

Maimai struggled to get down and walk by himself, Xu Mingyu patted it on the head and said, "Be quiet, if you keep yelling, I will train you into a pill."

"Bad guy! I'm Zhenjun's ghost, if you eat me, she will punish you!"

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of her." He said to himself, "Anyway, that's what's missing. It's rare for her to take care of me."

...

The wind and sand rolled over, and one person and one spirit went further and further into the depths of the desert, arguing and arguing.