Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

"Reporting to Master, it is indeed the case. Lingxu has made up for all the property lost in the attack at his own expense, but the letter from Master to Pavilion Master Lin cannot be made up after the loss, and"

Wanyan Lingxu gradually lost confidence in the second half of the sentence.
She, who has always been stingy with money, will make up for the mission's belongings at her own expense, I am afraid that this time it is indeed extremely bad.

Xie Fuyi glanced at the latter slightly, then took the words——

"Moreover, Gong Qi fell during the attack."

Xie Fuyi said this seemingly cruel fact lightly, Wanyan Lingxu couldn't help lowering his head even lower.
Xie Fuyi glanced at her, and felt that the other party's behavior at this time did not seem to be a disguise. Of course, it does not rule out that the other party is really good at deceiving people.

"Block the news." Xie Fuyi said lightly.

"Returning to Master, it has been completely blocked." Wanyan Lingxu responded respectfully, cupping his hands, "The disciple has sent all the northern Xinjiang forces he can dispatch to lock the matter of Junior Brother Zhu in the Baikal King City."

Xie Fuyi took a look at Wanyan Lingxu, and couldn't help laughing——

"Then, how did I know this in the ghost city?"

Wanyan Lingxu was taken aback for a moment, but she was unable to answer
Xie Fuyi also had no intention of embarrassing the other party, and said lightly——

"In the ghost city of northern Xinjiang, there are many eyes and ears of some big figures. Lingxu, you should be able to mobilize enough cavalry from northern Xinjiang to temporarily control the ghost city, right?"

Wanyan Lingxu seemed to be a little embarrassed, but he was still respectful.

Xie Fuyi saw Wanyan Lingxu's embarrassment, and couldn't help but chuckled and said——

"Don't worry, Pavilion Master Lin of [Zhaixing Pavilion] will also assist you. As a teacher, I don't want your northern border to be an enemy of the entire ghost city."

"Master is wise and martial, both Lingxu and Beijiang are willing to go through fire and water for Master!" Wanyan Lingxu responded respectfully with a slightly cheerful expression.

Xie Fuyi didn't care about these.

Zhu Gongqi died.
This is far beyond his original plan, but because of this, it is more interesting, isn't it?

Xie Fuyi turned around slowly, and said——

"Lingxu, as a teacher, I'm going to see the place where Gong Qi was attacked and died in battle, and what else?"

As Xie Fuyi spoke, he paused, as if he was thinking about something.

And it is also in the midst of his thinking
The morning sun in the sky is gradually rising, and it seems that it can sweep away all the darkness in the world.

"Yao Xianzong will never forget this matter."

"Lingxu, write a letter for me, and send it to Misty Peak in the form of [Lingyan Letter]."

"Obey." Wanyan Lingxu should be respectful, and after a while, he added: "Master, I don't know, what kind of content is written in the [Lingyan Letter]?"

Xie Fuyi stretched out his hand slightly, facing the rays of the morning sun, he looked majestic and beautiful with a hint of illusion.
Xie Fuyi looked back slightly, the faint sunlight fell, and he opened his mouth softly and said——

"The letter has arrived, the thirteen Yao Xianzong venerables will go to the northern border immediately. Xie Fuyi stays."

This day is going to change.
There are fourteen venerables in the Yaoxian Sect. Except for a very few elders who resigned from the positions of venerables, these fourteen venerables have almost represented the highest combat power of the entire Yaoxian Sect.

But at dawn today, a [Spiritual Word Letter] flew into Misty Peak, and a moment later, except for Venerable Wanyan who was in the northern border, thirteen beams of teleportation light appeared in unison, with their targets pointing directly at the direction of the northern border.

No one in Misty Peak knew exactly when it was for, but they knew——

Today, it's going to change
Baikal King City in Northern Xinjiang.

Jihua Xianzun Xie Fuyi, who is well-known in the Three Realms, is in the royal city at this moment.

The elderly king of Northern Xinjiang wanted to go to see him several times, but was stopped by his seventh princess Wanyan Lingxu.

"My lord is very busy now, and I don't see any outsiders."

These are Wanyan Lingxu's words in response to her father, the King of Northern Xinjiang, and they are also the words she uses to deal with other high-ranking people in Northern Xinjiang
Each of these Khan Kings of Northern Xinjiang wanted to climb the high branch of the Yaoxian Sect, but they didn't know what the situation was like now.

Only the king of Beijiang, who was later revealed by Wanyan Lingxu, could vaguely guess that under the peaceful surface at this moment, the situation between Beijiang and the Ming Dynasty was grim.

Zhu Gongqi, the ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty, died. And he died in the royal city of Northern Xinjiang.

If there is no reasonable explanation, I am afraid that a national war is inevitable
And even if there is an explanation, I'm afraid it will inevitably conflict.

The king of Beijiang, who was already senile, seemed to be a little older at that moment
Wanyan Lingxu was silent, just looked back and looked at the attic of the palace specially set up for Immortal Ji Hua in Baikal King City
For some reason, she felt like she was being used.

She now has some hope that Master Master can really find out those people behind the scenes, and then teach them a real lesson for herself!

But
If he really finds them, even if it is himself, he will not be able to get rid of the responsibility.

Northern Xinjiang.

In the Baikal King City, the Yao Xianzong specially set up a post house and a palace of immortals.

With one hand behind his back, Xie Fuyi looked slightly at the map of Northern Xinjiang hanging in front of him.

The nearest position beside him was Nan Hua Shangxian Xie Xuan'er who was supposed to handle the preparations for the "Immortal Fate Ceremony" at Misty Peak.

On both sides of the hall, there are already many high-ranking venerables of the Yaoxian Sect.
Except for Wanyan Lingxu, Han Ruqing, Wen Mingting and several other venerables who have already taken orders, the rest of the people are basically here.

Among them, there are some gray-bearded old men who have practiced more than Xie Fuyi, but judging from their faces, they are at most the appearance of a middle-aged man.

"That's what happened."

At this time, Xie Fuyi turned his back to the venerables in the hall, holding a wolf hair brush stained with fairy ink in one hand, and circled several conspicuous cinnabar circles on the map
".Valentine Wanyan has led the northern border iron cavalry to control the ghost markets in northern borders. The ghost markets in the rest of the border also have [Zhaixing Pavilion] and Yao Xianzong's sub-helm forces intervening. No matter this attack Who is the mastermind behind it, even the Ghost City [Death Camp] cannot get away with it.”

Among the people in the hall, there was a moment of solemnity.

Among them, Ye Hanchen, the Venerable Master of the Discipline Academy and Xie Fuyi's chief disciple, couldn't help clapping his hands slightly after hearing the words and said——

"Master, Junior Brother Zhu's sudden demise makes my heart ache."