Chapter 91 Suspicion "So, in Brother Qiongrao's heart, I am actually like this...
Jiang Lin knelt in the middle of the hall, his expression respectful and firm, his dark eyes revealing tension.
The former head of the Lianwu sect trudged towards Jiang Lin, patted him on the shoulder, and pulled off the sect leader token from his waist. "Lianwu disciple Jiang Lin has now taken over as the 49th head of the Lianwu sect. I hope you will lead the disciples in eradicating evil and upholding justice, so that you will live up to the world and your conscience."
"Disciple Jiang Lin, I will follow your teachings." Jiang Lin bowed twice to the old master.
Qiong Rao stood to one side, his eyes smiling. After Jiang Lin took the token, he hurriedly stood up and helped him up. "Brother Jiang, no, should I call you Sect Leader Jiang now?"
Jiang Lin gave him a push and joked, "Then should I also call Brother Qiongrao the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao?"
Qiong Rao seemed to think about it seriously, then narrowed his eyes and said, "That's not impossible."
Seeing Jiang Lin's lips twitching inexplicably, Qiong Rao looked at the disciples below and calmly bumped Jiang Lin's shoulder. "Alright, enough teasing. Do you want to have a few drinks together tonight? I've treasured this Beauty Drunk for a long time, and I usually wouldn't even touch it. Today you become the head, so consider this a celebration for you."
"Then I'd rather obey your command. Thank you, Brother Qiongrao?" Jiang Lin bent down and gave a not very standard salute.
Immediately afterwards, he and Qiongrao left the hall one after another.
A new leader took over, and all the inner and outer disciples of Lianwu gathered here, making it bustling and lively.
There are some unfamiliar faces among them, perhaps they are new disciples recruited this year.
Jiang Lin and Qiong Rao were moving back and forth when they suddenly heard some disciples whispering and mentioning their names.
"Master Jiang has a very good relationship with the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao."
"Of course. I heard that when Sect Leader Jiang was seeking to be an inner disciple, he was supposed to be rejected by the previous Sect Leader. It was thanks to Immortal Venerable Qiongrao that he was allowed to stay..."
"No, no." A voice interrupted.
Several disciples paused and turned their heads away.
A folding fan with an ink-colored landscape painting covered the visitor's face, with a few large words written on it - "Absolutely not like this."
Qiong Rao's wrist dropped, revealing his unrivaled face. "Being able to become an inner sect disciple is entirely due to Brother Jiang's own merits. It has nothing to do with me."
After saying that, he didn't stop and took Jiang Linxiao away, leaving several disciples standing there in a daze.
Someone came back to their senses first and exclaimed, "Qiongrao Immortal Venerable truly has an extraordinary aura. If I could have that..."
"What are you thinking? Even if you are given another eight hundred years, you will never be able to become an Immortal Venerable."
"I didn't say he wanted to grow up to be an Immortal Venerable!" the disciple said in an embarrassed tone, "I was talking about cultivation and talent!"
"That's impossible," his companion relentlessly attacked. "Qiongrao Immortal Venerable was a figure that even the former sect leader showed respect to..."
The wind blew and the leaves fell, sweeping away the second half of the disciple's words.
Jiang Lin paused slightly and heard the disciple talking about a rumor he had heard from somewhere.
That is to say, Sect Leader Jiang was able to succeed to the throne this time because of the strong recommendation of Immortal Venerable Qiongrao.
"What's wrong?" Noticing Jiang Lin's abnormality, Qiong Rao glanced at him sideways.
A dark light flashed across Jiang Lin's eyes, and he said casually, "It's nothing, just some interesting rumors."
"Then tell me..."
"But this rumor is hard to hear, so I won't tell you." Jiang Lin walked over to Qiongrao and waved his hand nonchalantly.
"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me." Qiong Rao was a little dissatisfied, but he still followed her, "Remember to drink with me tonight."
Ever since Jiang Lin was chosen as the future sect leader, he has become much busier than him, the Immortal Venerable. If you think about it carefully, they haven't sat down and had a good chat for a long time.
The head of the wax apple sect has lived in Fantingyuan for generations. There is a bamboo pavilion in the courtyard. Every summer, when the shadows of the trees are hazy, you can see the hazy moonlight when you look up.
Because of the barrier, there are few mosquitoes here, which makes people feel peaceful.
Close friends who have known each other for more than ten years talked about everything under the sun, from the current situation to future ambitions, and had endless things to say.
Drinking cup after cup of liquor, it burned his chest and abdomen and ignited his blood.
Qiong Rao felt extremely happy. He raised his glass to the moon, drank it all in one gulp, and shook the empty glass towards Jiang Lin, "This is really good wine."
"It's indeed good," Jiang Lin said in a faint voice, half of his face hidden in the darkness, his emotions unclear. "Come to think of it, I haven't yet properly thanked Brother Qiongrao."
Qiong Rao was surprised, "Thank you for what?"
"If it weren't for Brother Qiongrao's strong recommendation, how could I have sat in my current position?"
"Is it because of what that disciple said today?" Qiong Rao frowned. "Brother Jiang, the head of the Lianwu Sect is no small matter. How could he make such a decision so easily based on a few words from an outsider like me? You really have too little confidence in yourself."
I don’t know if it was Qiongrao’s illusion, but Jiang Lin seemed to chuckle.
"I'm overthinking it, Brother Qiongrao, please don't take it personally."
Qiong Rao took a sip of wine and muttered softly, "Of course."
The two of them chatted back and forth, from the south to the north of the earth, from their childhood acquaintance to the present. When talking about future ambitions, Jiang Lin's face flushed, and he excitedly slammed the table and stood up, "I, Jiang Lin, will become famous throughout the world and make those who look down on me regret it."
Qiong Rao was drunk and didn't hear clearly what Jiang Lin said. Under the atmosphere, he also stood up and said, "I can travel freely anywhere in the world. Brother Jiang has great ambitions, which comforts me."
Jiang Lin asked, "Brother Qiongrao, are you willing to help me?"
"nature."
"Thank you, Brother Qiongrao." Jiang Lin turned his head. The moonlight dimmed his face, hiding the greed and temptation within. He tightened his grip on the wine glass, his throat burning. "I've heard the demons are trying to make a move lately. Brother Qiongrao, do you know anything about this?"
"Brother Jiang, why are you asking this?" Qiong Rao burped, the alcohol rising up in his mouth, and he almost vomited on the spot. "I'm responsible for handling this matter. I mentioned it to you before, have you forgotten?"
Jiang Lin smiled unnaturally, "You know I've been very busy lately and don't remember much."
"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Qiongrao looked tired and bent over the table.
When a beauty is drunk, all worries can be relieved. It is like falling into a beautiful dream. You must be drunk vigorously to feel it fully.
Qiongrao was almost drunk.
In a trance, he seemed to be still stuck in several years ago.
At that time, there were no responsibilities of an immortal, nor many troubles. There was only the youthful freedom, wine, meat, and conversation.
"I'm just curious. The demons have been servile and subservient to us for so many years, why are they suddenly losing their patience and starting to cause trouble for the immortal sect? Knowing they're doomed to fail, they're taking this risk." Jiang Lin's narrowed eyes flashed with a dark light. "Could it be that something is attracting them?"
"What could it be..." Qiong Rao muttered incoherently, "It's just for a piece of stone..."
"What stone?" Jiang Lin's face darkened.
The wine glass on the table was accidentally knocked over by the handle, and the wine spilled all over the place.
No one responded.
Jiang Lin suddenly became anxious. He raised his hand and turned Qiongrao's body around, asking harshly, "Qiongrao, what stone are you talking about?"
Qiong Rao opened his eyes blankly, apparently still in a drunken dream. "What stone? If you want it, Brother Jiang, whether it's from the Yellow River or the Yangtze River, I will pick it up for you."
Jiang Lin was so enraged by this incoherent answer that his grip on Qiong Rao's shoulder lost its strength. "I'm talking about the Nightmare Stone! Are they after the Nightmare Stone?!"
The dream finally ends.
His shoulder was burning with pain, Qiongrao's whole body trembled, and his misty eyes suddenly became clear.
"What did you say?" Qiong Rao's lips moved slightly. "Why are you suddenly asking about the Nightmare Stone?"
Jiang Lin woke up as if from a dream, and his fingertips suddenly loosened. "I just... heard."
"I've never heard of such rumors." Qiong Rao looked at him intently, as if he knew everything. "Brother Jiang, you're hiding something from me."
The rich and mellow aroma of wine still lingered in his nostrils, but the intoxicated atmosphere had completely dissipated.
Jiang Lin was half sober, and his heart was beating like a drum in panic.
"Brother Qiongrao, what are you talking about?" Jiang Lin pulled the corners of his lips stiffly, pretending to be calm. "Are you suspecting that I am colluding with the demons?"
Anyone charged with this crime would be punished publicly and expelled from the sect.
Qiong Rao frowned and pursed his lips, "I didn't mean that. It's just that the demons are vicious and cunning, and I'm worried about Brother Jiang..."
"So, in Brother Qiongrao's heart, I'm such a villain," Jiang Lin took a deep breath. "Suspicion and suspicion. Ten years of friendship... is nothing more than this."
Jiang Lin closed his eyes, then opened them again, looking at Qiong Rao with disappointment and hatred, "If that's the case, why do we have to get together today?"
After saying that, Jiang Lin flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
Under the hazy moonlight, only Qiongrao's thin and tall figure was left. After a moment, he bent down to pick up the remaining Beauty Wine, left a note, and turned away.
The shadows on the ground were sometimes long and sometimes short, highlighting a sense of loneliness and disappearing at the end of the night.
"You are too impatient." A figure walked out from behind the tree, wearing black clothes and a mask, with eyes as cold as a snake.
Jiang Lin stood in front of the door, looking embarrassed. "I don't want you to interfere."
The man in black sneered, "This is related to the master's cause. Sect Leader Jiang should be aware of the consequences."
"If that's the case, you shouldn't have come!" Jiang Lin lowered his voice, suppressing his anger. "If we were discovered, neither you nor I would have a good ending."
"Master, you're joking." The man chuckled. "I'm here on Master's orders to inform Master Jiang. Master has already fulfilled half of his promise to Master Jiang. I wonder if Master Jiang will also show some sincerity?"
"You saw it too," Jiang Lin gritted his teeth. "Qiong Rao is such a cautious person. He became suspicious the moment I asked him a few questions."
"That's what Sect Leader Jiang has to say. I hope Sect Leader Jiang won't break the promise."
"Get out of here!" Jiang Lin showed impatience.
The breeze blew and the leaves rustled.
The man in black bent down, and a corner of the black scarf covering his face floated up.
Almost at the same time, Xie Wuyang, who was outside the image, sneered, "He's really not a good guy."
The man in black was none other than the demon Rock Sparrow, one of the protagonists of the first farce they witnessed when they sneaked into Lianwu.
Unlike in memory, Yanque's face did not have the scar that went through his right eye, and there were fewer wrinkles on his face.
Watching the other person leave, Xie Wuyang sighed and withdrew his gaze. Just as his gaze fell on Jiang Lin's face, the image suddenly flashed twice, along with the person in the picture. With a "click", the light went out, revealing the mottled wall behind.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
Jiang Shutong's provocative voice came from behind, "That's the situation. Xie Xianyou, have you figured out anything?"
A guess slowly formed in his mind. Xie Wuyang's lips moved and he murmured, "This is..."
"A magic circle that seals memories." The footsteps were getting closer, and a familiar cold fragrance filled the nose.
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