Ling Pengyue walked slowly to the library until he saw Scholar Jingyue who was reading books.

Scholar Jingyue really deserves the word "jing" in his nickname. When he was reading, he was as quiet as a sculpture, and he didn't see him doing anything for a long time. Because Ling Pengyue knew that Scholar Jingyue was very slow to read books, and sometimes he could look at one page for three days and three nights.

"What book are you reading?" Ling Pengyue walked forward, but found that the ink on the book he was reading was not dry, and the content was just written.

"The Book of Murder." Scholar Jingyue closed the book, not caring about the still wet ink scars inside, "It's a pity that I didn't see the clue."

Ling Pengyue felt a stern. As the head of the Tianji Pavilion, he naturally knew that all the masters of the world were included in the scholar Jingyue in front of him.

There are countless masters in the world, and the appointments between masters are already commonplace, but he rarely fights with others when he walks around the world.

Because he made a move, he was a killing technique.

It is not inheriting the tradition, but a murderous technique created by Scholar Jingyue himself. If he wants to kill someone, he will formulate a killing move against the person in advance and write it on the book. This book is also called a "killing book" by him. He will remember every moment of his killing by reading this book, and then summarize the key points of this killing move. After he kills this person, he will forget this killing technique and burn it away with the murder book.

Therefore, Scholar Jingyue is hard to judge by people in the martial arts world, but Ling Peng understands the best that he will never kill indiscriminately. The people he kills are all people who deserve to die. Otherwise, he would not have been willing to join the Sword Forging Alliance without hesitation.

Once a book is completed, it will represent the end of a life.

But at this moment, Scholar Jingyue seemed to be a little bit overwhelmed.

What kind of person is that Scholar Jingyue has no idea how to start?

"Who are you going to kill?" Ling Pengyue asked.

"The eunuch just now." Scholar Jingyue said quietly, feeling the warmth of being isolated from the inside and outside of the attic.

"Yu Jing?" Ling Pengyue's heart sank. Although he had guessed it a long time ago, he still couldn't recover after getting affirmed from scholar Jingyue.

"Prince, during the days when you left, a lot of things happened in Luoyang City." Scholar Jingyue put the murder book aside.

Ling Pengyue sighed, "Go in and chat."

Scholar Jingyue nodded, and walked towards Ling Pengyue's bookstore without refusing. Ling Pengyue was about to raise his foot when he was stopped by a voice, "Pengyue."

Ling Pengyue turned his head, "Mo Lian, is there anything wrong?"

"You don't want to believe that he practiced that martial art, right?" Mo Lian asked.

"That martial arts is a taboo. It should be sacrificed with essence and blood, which will greatly damage your life. Yu Jing, a guy who is greedy for life and fears death, even if he gives him ten courage, he would not dare to practice this." Ling Pengyue smiled and said, "I know him very well."

"Since you know him, you should understand that he attaches great importance to the people around him." Mo Lian shook his head, "For this reason, he dares to do anything."

"If he really pays attention, he will not help the evil and kill his third brother." Ling Pengyue turned his head slightly, "And how could you be sure that what he has mastered is that martial art? There are many things that complement Lantian Rinuan's internal skills. I know this more than you."

Mo Lian sighed lightly. She understood that the more Ling Peng was avoiding this fact, she didn't say much, "You go in quickly, don't let Mr. Liang wait in a hurry. Regarding Yu Jing, I will read the books in the cabinet, and the answers you and I want may be found in the books."

"After finding it, let me know." Ling Pengyue turned around and left.

In the bookstore, scholar Jingyue was grinding ink and wanted to write another murder book.

Ling Pengyue pushed the door open and entered, "Sir, do you want to tell me something?"

Scholar Jingyue did not look up, "Your Majesty, it's time for you to go back."

Ling Pengyue naturally knew where he was talking about, "Do you know? Just now, Yu Jing also suggested this. He also said that when I return there, he will take the lead in going out of the city to greet me."

"He asked you to go back to kill you for the emperor, and I asked you to go back to save this precarious world." Scholar Jingyue picked up a brush and prepared to dip it ink.

"Save the world?" Ling Pengyue raised his eyebrows.

"The prince doesn't know that your good brother, the emperor of Liangyang, has lured many people from the rivers and lakes into the imperial capital with a past that has almost been forgotten by the world during the war. Recently, a city was built not far west of the imperial capital. This city is temporarily named Bu Huicheng. When this city is completed, it will be the time for those people from the rivers and lakes to settle in."

"The past that can make the people in the world want. The city name will not be returned." Ling Pengyue thought about it and his pupils shrank, "Is that true!"

"Gold wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, and will never return until it is destroyed." Scholar Jingyue nodded and said in a deep voice: "It is the Loulan treasure that people in the martial arts world could not get. Emperor Jingyang used this to summon masters from all over the world, intending to unite the court and the martial arts world to carry out a thorough sweep of Loulan, intending to touch and divide the illusory treasure."

"But why do those people believe in Ling Aoyang?" Ling Pengyue called out the name of the current emperor.

"Because he took out the chips, those people were willing to believe his chips. From the outside, these chips were just a few inconspicuous fragments of murals." Scholar Jingyue said while writing a book: "And there is a mystery in this fragment. If I remember correctly, when the boy surnamed Luo was injustice to seek the celestial guest, you are also present. Do you still remember the murals he mentioned that contain the secrets of immortals?"

"Can those mural fragments separate from those murals containing the secrets of immortals?" Ling Pengyue's voice trembled a little.

"I'm afraid that's the case." The pen in Jingyue's hand paused slightly. "In fact, to put it simply, this mural is actually a strange secret. My senior brother Luo Ji walked into the city and accidentally got a mural. After comprehending it, he gained the power that was contrary to the martial arts he practiced."

"But how could he have these things?" Ling Pengyue frowned tighter and tighter.

"This matter is indeed worth discussing." Scholar Jingyue raised his brush lightly in his hand, splashing ink, and slashing across the book like flowing water. Inadvertently, there was a cold and cold murderous aura, and the ink next to him instantly condensed.

But after this coldness hit the jade-like warmth in the air, it was swallowed up completely without leaving any trace.

Scholar Jingyue showed a little fatigue between her eyebrows. She put down her pen and smiled bitterly: "I have been killing people for more than ten years, but I can't find a way to kill this eunuch."

"Prince, I'll say goodbye first." Scholar Jingyue's shoulders drooped, "This world has changed."

"What you just said clearly is the court, why is it the world?" Ling Pengyue asked.

"This world has also changed because of the court."

After Scholar Jingyue finished speaking, she put away the book and walked out the door.
Chapter completed!