Chapter 139 Youth Song 21
In the twentieth year of Mingde, Master Wangyou of Hanshui Temple in Gusu passed away.

Afterwards, the golden coffin incident swept the entire world.

Three visits to the city, Meirenzhuang.

Three visits to the city made the red dust smile, and the beauty in the manor was drunk and romantic.

The beauty visits me three times. One visit conquers the city, a second visit conquers the country, and the third visit conquers my heart.

Tang Lian, the eldest disciple of Xueyue City, transported a golden coffin to Meiren Manor. Instead of waiting for the contact person, he was chased and intercepted by a white-haired man.

A young man in a cloak revealed the identity of the white-haired man, the White-haired Immortal from Heaven.

In a room on the second floor, Ling Xi leaned against the window, lazily looking at the chaotic scene downstairs.

She stared at the man in the cloak, with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, and an elegant pale complexion, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Strange, didn't she beat the eunuch Jin Xuan so badly that his realm declined? Why is Xiao Chuhe still so sick now?

You know, at that time she risked exhausting herself to injure Jin Xuan, just to prevent him from destroying Xiao Chuhe's hidden meridians later.

Why does Xiao Chuhe still look like he has no internal strength?

Could it be that he encountered the enemy again? Or was he just pretending?

Seeing that they could deal with the White-haired Immortal, and there were people from Wushuang City on their side, nothing would happen. Ling Xi quietly leaned out of the window and floated to the backyard.

Thick fog covered the entire courtyard. Ling Xi took a look and found it a very familiar scene.

Isn't this the Lonely Void Formation that appeared during the Eastern Expedition twelve years ago? It's just that the person who set up this formation is far less powerful than those people back then?

Seeing the young man in red in the formation, Ling Xi smiled.

The silly younger brother has grown up and is very naive. How come he inherited the naive side of his godfather but not his smart side?

Seeing that he was struggling to break the formation, Ling Xi reminded him, "Listen to the sound and determine the position."

When Lei Wujie in the formation heard this voice, he was excited and ecstatic, "Yes."

He closed his eyes and carefully felt everything around his ears. The crying, the sound of swords clashing, and the sound of the wind passing by his ears all seemed to slow down.

With a powerful punch, he knocked a man down.

Ling Xi nodded with satisfaction, he had good talent.

After a while, Tang Lian who came in from outside and the little girl on the roof broke the formation.

The formation was broken, the thick fog dissipated, and the yard became clear.

Ling Xi no longer hid and descended from the roof with an elegant posture, as light as a fairy.

There was a flash of amazement in Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo's eyes. They felt that when this person appeared, the moonlight seemed to have become her foil.

"elder sister."

Lei Wujie ran to Ling Xi, looking at her with joy with clear eyes, as eager as a cute hook.

"Sister, why are you here? When did you come? How come I didn't know? Do father and mother know you are back?"

The endless chatter lingered in Ling Xi's ears. He was indeed Uncle Lei's son, just as talkative.

"Stop." Ling Xi blocked his mouth and silenced him manually.

Lei Wujie pitifully tugged at Ling Xi's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Sister."

Ling Xi's heart softened and she touched his head: "Xiao Jie, long time no see."

After being amazed, Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo looked at Ling Xi warily. They didn't know who this woman was or why she appeared here.

"It seems that the formation has been broken."

At this time, a pair of men came over.

Tang Lian: "You guys followed me anyway?"

Ling Xi looked up and saw the woman in purple clothes, who seemed to exude gentleness. The man next to her was strong and mighty, carrying a big knife in his hand.

Ling Xi has been traveling in the martial arts world for many years, how could he not recognize these two people.

Yue Ji sent the invitation with a smile, and Ming Hou killed people in anger.

Yue Ji and Ming Hou are a famous killer duo in the martial arts world.

Yue Ji sighed and said, "To be honest, we didn't want to offend Xueyue City, but now it seems that even Wushuang City and Tianwaitian have joined in. If we don't take action today, I'm afraid it will be too late for us."

She looked at the golden coffin and said, "The things in that coffin are of great importance to us. We cannot give them up."

Tang Lian asked in confusion: "What is in this coffin?"

As he was transporting the coffin, he had no idea how many people wanted it and came to him, risking their lives.

Hearing Tang Lian's words, Ling Xi couldn't help but twitch his lips and was quite speechless.

"Didn't your master tell you what's inside?" she asked.

Tang Lian shook her head: "No."

Ling Xi looked at him sympathetically, "Your master is really lacking in virtue."

It’s okay that Uncle Baili is unreliable, but Uncle Sikong shouldn’t be like that.

In her memory, Uncle Sikong was not so evil. Could it be that he was exhausted from managing Xueyue City for all these years?

This allowed the eldest disciple of Xueyue City to transport the items personally without telling him what was being transported, and without worrying about what to do if something went wrong.

Yue Ji said: "For some people, it contains wealth and glory, for some people, it contains peerless martial arts, but for us, it only contains an answer."

Tang Lian frowned: "Answer?"

“Thirteen years ago.”

Ming Hou stopped Yue Ji from speaking: "Stop talking."

"Thirteen years ago, the Wangyi Tower tragedy."

Ling Xi smiled slightly and looked at the two of them, "What I said, is it correct?"

Yue Ji and Ming Hou opened their eyes wide in shock.

Yue Ji looked at Ling Xi. She could feel that this man's martial arts skills were unfathomable and they could not defeat him.

"Are you going to stop us?"

Ling Xi raised his finger, shook it, and denied it: "No, no, no, not only will I not stop you, I will also help you."

After all, this farce would be more interesting only if the real culprit came.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xi cast a spell and opened the lid of the golden coffin.

"Monk, if you don't come out, I will turn you from a fake unconscious monk into a real unconscious monk?"

As soon as the words fell, a pale hand stretched out from the coffin.

"Pretending to be... a corpse?" Lei Wujie was stunned.

"How did the female donor expose me?" The voice came before the person appeared, and the teasing voice came out from the coffin.

The pale hand grabbed the side of the coffin, and a figure supported himself and slowly stood up.

"Is... a monk? And a living monk?" Lei Wujie looked intently, and saw a monk who was about the same age as himself, wearing a white monk's robe. Although it was in the dark, his face was still clearly visible, fair and delicate, and otherworldly.

The red spot between his eyebrows gave him an evil look.

Ling Xi looked at the evil monk, who looked even more handsome than the last time he saw him.

It's a pity that she, a Taoist nun, and the monk seem to have a natural incompatible aura. They want to fight when they meet. She can't control the primordial power in her body at all. She doesn't know whether the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism is specifically reflected in them or something else.