Chapter 13538: Ling Xiao must be killed to prevent future troubles

"Then brother, I'm going to practice!" Ling Bi's voice was a little choked. She grasped Ling Xiao's sleeves, and her fingertips turned white due to the force. The silver butterfly hairpin in the girl's hair trembled in the wind, reflecting tiny rays of light, just like the unshed tears in her eyes.

She looked at Ling Xiao deeply, her eyes swept across his fair and handsome face, and then fell on his eyes full of determination, and then she turned away reluctantly. The brocade Taoist robe embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns dragged on the bluestone slabs, making a slight rustling sound, and finally disappeared in the shadow of the red lacquer gate of Zhengqi Hall.

Bai Sha put away his weapon, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face. The bronze bell hanging on his waist made a crisp sound as he turned around, interweaving with the jingling sound of the bronze bells on the eaves.

Zhang Ruochen sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

"Let's go." Zhang Ruochen whispered, reaching out to grab Meng Haoqing's clothes. Although Meng Haoqing looked reluctant, he still nodded obediently, with a bit of helplessness in his dull eyes.

He scratched his head, a look of confusion on his honest face, but he also knew that this was not the time to show off.

Chongtian stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe rustling in the night wind. He looked at Yu Zhengqi with a gleam of lightning in his eyes: "Since it is a misunderstanding..." Before he finished speaking, thunder suddenly sounded outside the hall, and the sound of sword sheaths clashing when the disciples of Zhengqi Hall changed shifts could be vaguely heard in the rain. "Then let's end today's matter here."

As he said this, the terrifying power in his palm was already gathering momentum.

Yu Zhengqi stroked the mutton-fat jade token with the Chinese character “正” hanging around his waist, smiling slightly, “Brother Chongtian, take care.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chongtian had already grabbed Lingxiao's wrist. Lingxiao only felt a flash before his eyes, and Chongtian activated his divine power and turned into a green light. The figures of the two gradually faded in the void, and only the faint smell of blood in the air still told everyone what had just happened.

The rain was getting heavier, and the copper bells on the eaves were shaking violently in the wind. Yu Zhengqi stood there, rubbing the ice cracks on the celadon teacup with his fingertips. The tea soup had already cooled down, and the Biluochun buds sank to the bottom of the cup like a dead fish. He looked in the direction where the two people disappeared, and a hint of sinisterness flashed in his eyes.

Yu Zhengqi stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, his eyes as sharp as knives, staring at the direction where Chongtian and Lingxiao disappeared.

The copper bells on the eaves jingled in the sudden night wind. His hands under his wide sleeves were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

The "Eighty-Seven Immortals" hanging in front of the hall moved without wind, and the streamers of the jade maiden holding the banner in the painting seemed to be laughing at his miscalculation. Finally, he waved his sleeves heavily, and the green smoke in the sandalwood burner was dispersed by the strong wind: "Let it all disperse!"

His voice echoed in the empty hall, with a bit of suppressed anger: "Remember, don't be as stupid as Fang Yue." As he said this, his eyes swept across the people in the hall, and finally fixed on the soul-calming bell hanging on the east wall.
"No matter who comes, we must find out their background first. If they make a joke like today again," he snorted coldly, and the mutton-fat jade "Zheng" token hanging on his waist shone coldly under the candlelight, "Zhengqitang's reputation can't stand such a toss."

Everyone bowed and left, the sound of footsteps gradually fading away on the bluestone slabs. Only Yu Zhengqi, Yu Haoran, and Elder Xuan Yue were left in the hall. The candlelight stretched the shadows of the three people, casting them on the mica screen painted with pine and crane longevity, like three dormant beasts.

Yu Haoran took a step forward, his footsteps dragging a shallow mark on the blue brick floor. He lowered his voice and said, "Master, Ling Bi's girl..." Before he finished speaking, a thunder suddenly sounded outside the hall, shaking the window frames. He paused, "And Xiao Lianzhu, I'm afraid they are all troubles."

Elder Xuan Yue had a gloomy expression on his face, but his eyes were gleaming with light.

The bronze bell hanging around her waist made a crisp sound as she moved, interweaving with the jingling sound of the bronze bells on the eaves: "I also think so. Their trust in Ling Xiao has reached the point where they are willing to die for him. There is no guarantee that they will not betray Zhengqi Hall in the future and do something outrageous. By then, it will be too late to regret."

Yu Zhengqi did not answer immediately. He turned and walked towards the incense table where the portrait of the founder was enshrined, rubbing the dragon pattern on the gilded incense burner on the table with his fingertips. The green smoke from the burner rose up, casting a flickering shadow on his face: "Eliminate?" He chuckled and his eyes fell on the whisk held by the person in the portrait. "It's not the time yet."

Yu Zhengqi was silent for a long time. Only the copper bells on the eaves jingled in the night wind. He walked slowly to the incense table, stroking the dragon pattern on the gilded incense burner on the table with his fingertips. The green smoke from the incense burner rose up, casting a flickering shadow on his face.

"What you are worried about..." He suddenly chuckled, his eyes swept over the two people in the hall, "I know that too." As he said this, his fingers unconsciously stroked the mutton-fat jade "Zheng" token hanging on his waist. The blood stains in the jade veins that had not yet dried up shone dark red under the candlelight. "It's just that they have been in Zhengqi Hall for only a month at most."

He turned and looked at the scroll of Eighty-Seven Immortals hanging on the east wall. The streamers of the banner held by the jade maiden in the painting moved without wind. "In such a short time, you expect them to feel a sense of belonging to Zhengqitang?" Yu Zhengqi's voice was filled with a bit of sarcasm. "That's too naive."

Thunder roared outside the palace, shaking the window frames. Yu Zhengqi flicked his sleeves, and the smoke from the sandalwood burner was dispersed by the strong wind: "If they really took action against Ling Xiao today..." When he said this, his eyes fell on the armchair where Ling Bi had just sat. There was still a little medicinal fragrance on the cushion, "That would be really chilling."

"Such a heartless and ungrateful person..." Yu Zhengqi's voice suddenly turned cold, and the jade pendant on his waist shone coldly under the candlelight. "You can betray Ling Xiao today, and you will betray Zhengqitang tomorrow." When he said this, the hem of his clothes suddenly shook and made a soft hum, as if responding to his words.

Yu Haoran frowned, "Master, what you said is absolutely right." He paused, his eyes swept across the portrait of the ancestor enshrined in the hall. The person in the painting held a whisk and had a sharp gaze. "But this matter must be prevented. How about killing Ling Xiao to prevent future troubles? As long as Ling Xiao dies..." When he turned around, his wide sleeves brought a breeze, "If we treat Ling Bi and others better, they will definitely belong to Zhengqi Hall."

The sound of rain outside the palace was getting heavier, and the raindrops splashed on the window frames into tiny pieces of blood-red glass.

Yu Zhengqi tapped the incense table with his knuckles, and the green smoke from the gilded dragon-patterned incense burner on the table suddenly twisted into a hideous ghost face. The mutton-fat jade "Zheng" token hanging around his waist reflected a cold light in the candlelight, and the blood stains left between the jade patterns had now condensed into dark brown lines.

"You're right." He suddenly turned around, and the strong wind from his wide sleeves lifted a corner of the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll". The streamers of the jade girl holding the banner in the painting looked like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue in the light and shadow. "But you need to be careful to kill Ling Xiao."

The bronze bell on Elder Xuan Yue's waist suddenly stopped, and even the bronze bell on the eaves stopped swaying strangely. She also understood what Yu Zhengqi said about being cautious. Killing is killing, but once Ling Bi and others knew about it, their plan would inevitably fail. (End of this chapter)