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Chapter 400: The Thief Saint breaks the defense, this is another price!

There was a faint fragrance in the Qingluan Palace. The breeze blew against the window lattices, mixed with a few strands of coolness. The drizzle fell on the windowsill, making the peonies beside the window even more charming.

Her clear almond eyes were filled with anger, her jade-like face was cold and solemn:

"You said before that you didn't know Lu Zhan, so why did you call his name in your sleep? Ji Mengli, how many things are you hiding from me?"

Ji Mengli sat upright on the futon, her shoulders as if cut into a waist as if slender, her black hair like a waterfall, her skin as white as cream, her slender yet plump figure contrasting with the peony.

She looked a bit pale, with a slightly morbid beauty, her red lips slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm, she asked instead of answering:

"Lover? He was just your patron at the brothel. What kind of lover is that? Could it be that I am ignorant? Do you people in Jinling like to treat your clients as lovers?"

Qingruo turned pale in an instant, the past was too painful to recall. Her father's family was broken up and she was forced to live in a brothel, where she was once famous.

Even though she had left the brothel for a long time, there were still people who remembered her name.

Lady Liuhua from Lanxiefang.

Whether this matter is true or false, it must not be spread outside.

Ji Mengli tried her best to calm down and said calmly:

"I did hide something from you before. Lu Zhan and I do know each other. The reason I didn't tell you was because his identity needed to be kept secret."

The essence of her falling in love with Lu Zhan at first sight was actually lust after his beauty.

"..."

When she was in the brothel, she was like a rootless duckweed, knowing that she was just a commodity waiting to be sold. At first, she just wanted to find a handsome patron, so that she could accompany those fat-headed, drunkards.

Seeing Qingruo remained silent, Ji Mengli remained calm and said with a faint smile:

Ji Mengli's expression suddenly changed, and she asked seriously: "Phoenix Clan?!"

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"Why do you have to avoid the main point? You were calling out Lu Lang's name in your sleep. If this matter is not made clear, our cooperation will end. I would rather return to the brothel and become humble as dust than harm the one I love."

When the East China Sea Fairy Island came into being, Ji Mengli went to the East China Sea for the legendary Fire Phoenix. Unfortunately, she got nothing and still feels regretful.

Qing Ruo was startled: "Keep it a secret?"

And Lu Zhan happened to be in that unbearable past.

"If you were born in an ordinary family, you might still have a chance, but you are a prostitute. Who would want to have feelings for a commodity? You might as well forget about Lu Zhan and work for me honestly."

When Ji Mengli was an elder, she heard a rumor.

But even if she doesn't actively recall the past, it cannot be erased. Those experiences are like cinnabar in the long river of time. Although insignificant, they exist forever.

Qing Ruo forced herself to remain calm, suppressed the displeasure in her heart, and said, "Just now there was a strange phenomenon in the east, it seemed that a divine beast phoenix was born."

If she could have a divine beast as a companion, why would she need to plan so hard?

It is said that there is an old phoenix living in the imperial horse garden of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is in seclusion to break through. Whether this news is true or not, no one knows it yet. But the Great Zhou Dynasty is so prosperous, it is hard to guarantee that there is no divine beast to visit it.

Hearing this, Ji Mengli's eyes sparkled, and her clear eyes turned red. She asked, "Are you sure you didn't sense it wrong?"

Qing Ruo looked pale and tried hard to force a smile:

The word "goods" made Qingruo's body stiffen.

"Lu Zhan is the most heartless and ungrateful person. He has lost all conscience, has corrupt personal morals, and does all kinds of evil. He is a person of great crimes."

Since she took the seat of the Saint, Qingruo gradually forgot the past. She did not want to recall those unbearable years.

In ancient times, hundreds of races flourished, and the dragon and phoenix races at that time did not have an advantage in numbers.

After the hesitation, there was secret joy.

But it is common for young people to admire younger women. She does not think there is anything wrong with being attracted to a beautiful woman. The other party is her only man, and she also has true feelings for him.

Ji Mengli didn't like stupid people, but on second thought, Qingruo had experienced many twists and turns and lacked love since childhood, so it was understandable that she was a little stupid.

Since ancient times, the dragon and phoenix clans have disappeared, and even for the immortal families, it is extremely difficult to obtain the favor of the divine beasts.

"What do you know? Would I lie to you about this? How ridiculous. The relationship between me and Lu Zhan is much deeper than your fleeting love affair. If you don't believe me, you can go check it out."

The people of Southern Xinjiang are so skilled in using Gu, but throughout history, there are only a handful of people who can truly become great by using Gu, and there is no Gu that can rival the divine beasts.

goods.

"Lu Lang wouldn't be so heartless. He's the only one I have from the beginning to the end. You don't have to brainwash me. I'm a little stupid, but not that stupid."

Ji Mengli narrowed her eyes and said casually:

"Yes, actually, I don't need to explain to you why I dreamed of Lu Zhan, but after all, I lied to you first, so I don't care about that. Lu Zhan is a demon-suppressing master on the surface, but he is actually the head of the Black Water Sect."

If...if Lu Lang is really the leader of the Black Water Sect, and his identity is not allowed to be made public, does this mean...she is one step closer to Lu Lang?

But if this is the case, wouldn’t Lu Lang’s glorious image be affected?

Qing Ruo looked surprised and said without hesitation: "Absolutely impossible. Lu Lang is a righteous man. He can't be an evil cultivator from the Black Water Sect."

Ji Mengli had a deep look on her face. She didn't expect Qingruo to be so stubborn and pedantic. She was so infatuated with him, just a man with whom she had had a few fleeting affairs. She was truly an incurable fool.

This is why she chose Lu Zhan.

"..."

After all, Qingruo has been in the world of romance and has a lot of experience in the Hehuan Sect. Although Qingruo is still young, she is not a naive person who knows nothing.

Qingruo was shocked. Although she didn't completely believe Ji Mengli's words, she was a little shaken.

Ji Mengli ran out of patience and said coldly:

Qing Ruo nodded slightly: "The four guardians of the He Huan Sect were fortunate enough to witness the appearance of the divine beast. They said that the strange phenomenon today is the same as that of the past, and even the aura is very similar. It should not be wrong."

Ji Mengli stood up and said with great energy, "Well done. I will send someone to track down the beast. You can leave now."

Qing Ruo did not leave, but said calmly:

"I don't care whether Lu Lang is a demon-suppressing master or the leader of the Black Water Sect, you can't harm him. This is the basis of our cooperation. Also, his identity must be kept absolutely confidential. Don't put him in an unkind and unjust position."

"..."

Ji Mengli felt happy because of the divine beast, and smiled charmingly: "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Qingruo then turned and left.

Ji Mengli turned around and walked into the bedroom, changed into a black long skirt, and put on a veil, and said outside: "Call Dongfang You."

In the past, Jianghu Pavilion once reported the "news" of Dongfang You.

Dongfang You is known as the pride of Southern Xinjiang. He is a disciple of the swordsman Wei Yan. He is unrivaled among his peers. He was recruited by the Saint of Southern Xinjiang three months ago.

After Ji Mengli replaced the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, she naturally took over the forces under the Saint's command.

Soon, a report was heard from outside the door.

Ji Mengli met this genius from southern Xinjiang in the main hall.

Dongfang You was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a brown robe. His bronze skin was particularly eye-catching. He had long brown curly hair that reached his waist and a jade ring on his forehead. According to the aesthetic standards of southern Xinjiang, he could be described as handsome.

Dongfang You raised his right hand and placed it on his left shoulder, bowing and saying, "I greet the Saint!"

Ji Mengli looked listless, and her red eyes swept across the man in the audience with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Although both are geniuses, there is a huge difference in appearance between Dongfang You and Lu Zhan.

One is as beautiful as the moon in the sky, the other is as down-to-earth as the mud in the field.

Ji Mengli had a very high aesthetic taste. She was unwilling to take a second look at her ordinary-looking subordinates, and said in a cold tone, "No need to be polite."

Dongfang You lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look directly at the holy face sitting on the high platform, but he had the honor of looking directly at the saint once five years ago.

At that time, the saint was sitting in an elephant carriage passing through the long street. He saw the girl sitting in the carriage from afar through the layers of light and shadow.

The crowd shouted the girl's name, calling her Saint Aido.

The saint has gentle eyes and a budding smile. A small purple snake is coiled around her white wrist, adding a bit of mystery to her.

Everyone said that the Saint's iron-blooded wrist was like a mandragora flower, but Dongfang You felt that the Saint was like a peach in March, bright and beautiful.

Just one glance is enough to make you miss me for half your life.

Dongfang You was deeply moved by this, and this was also an important reason why he practiced hard.

He wanted to be closer to that bright girl one day.

Now he finally stood in front of the saint, but unfortunately the bright girl kept her face covered with a veil, so he had no chance to see her beautiful face like a peach or a plum.

Dongfang You sighed slightly and waited quietly for the instructions from the nobleman on the platform.

Ji Mengli sat upright on the high platform and said calmly, "This morning, a thousand miles east of Chaofeng City, auspicious clouds and auras appeared. Perhaps it is related to the divine beast. Go and investigate this matter yourself."

Dongfang You accepted the order but did not leave. He hesitated to say:

"The Saint's breath is unstable, but is she ill?"

Ji Mengli frowned slightly, with displeasure in her eyes. She didn't like love, was not interested in men's care, and even felt a little disgusted.

Ayiduo recruited Dongfang You not long ago, and the two of them should not have any bond, but Dongfang You's tone was full of concern.

Ji Mengli did not answer abruptly, but slowed down her tone and said softly:

"That's fine. Go and investigate this matter. Whether it's a divine beast or something else, give me a result within half a month."

Dongfang You noticed the Saint's gentle tone and was immediately encouraged. He nodded and said:

"As ordered!"

After Dongfang You left, the door of the hall closed again.

Ji Mengli took off her veil and sat in front of the dressing table. A soft and delicate face was reflected in the bronze mirror. She reached out and touched her cheek, then tore off the disguise, feeling extremely anxious.

She has a bad temper, and if it weren't for her health, it would be difficult for her to remain calm.

But she was not good at disguising herself. Every time she disguised herself as Aida, she couldn't help but take a closer look. That's why she was always with Mi Li, which made her feel even more depressed.

Ji Mengli practiced qigong and regulated her breathing for a while, then returned to the bed to rest.

The bed faintly emitted a white fluorescent light, wrapping her body. Purple Qi spread from Ji Mengli's palms as she silently practiced the Southern Xinjiang royal skills.

It is not easy to impersonate a saint. She needs to practice Aida's skills and always maintain a good mental state.

Zhang Ran has made all preparations. The day after tomorrow will be the day to open the Demon Sealed Secret Realm. In order to face the dangers of the secret realm, there cannot be any problems on her side.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t have many confidants in southern Xinjiang.

When we go to the secret realm, there will not be many people who can be used, and the power of the royal family cannot be touched. Otherwise, if this matter is exposed, all our efforts will be in vain.

"Bitch Ayiduo, your skills are so bizarre..."

Ji Mengli took a deep breath. Strictly speaking, she and the Southern Xinjiang Saint Ayiduo were half-sisters.

But in her eyes, the royal family of Southern Xinjiang is just a pawn to achieve her goal and can be discarded at any time.

Family, father, everything is just a piece on the chessboard, nothing more.

……

The next morning.

Lu Zhan completed the Great Circulation and integrated his own true Qi with the Thief Saint's disguise technique.

After all, it is a disguise technique developed by professionals. Compared with the disguise pill of the Great Master, the disguise technique of the Thief Saint is more stable and also more professional, and different from the common disguise techniques.