The Immemorial City, a city specially provided for cultivators to communicate, live, and trade, on the surface, it was prosperous and stable as usual.
But only the guards of the Immemorial City knew that today, there was actually a turbulent undercurrent here.
Zhao Wenyue, the Lord of the Immemorial City, announced his abdication after the battle with the Qin dynasty, the leader of the Rakshasa Gate.
He entered the Thunder Tribulation Stage and wanted to concentrate on transcending the tribulation.
And the position of the Lord of the Immemorial City would be given to the people of the Rakshasa Gate.
Before Zhao Wenyue went into seclusion, he asked his foster son, Yin Yanpeng, to perform the transfer ceremony for him.
In fact, Zhao Wenyue should personally do this transfer ceremony, but he couldn't do it in seclusion.
Because the Nine Secret Devil Palm that the Qin dynasty gave him was too much damage.
A palm with nine kinds of peerless flames, how could it be so easy to digest.
Although the Qin dynasty helped him to cure some of it, but more of the side effects were left in his body.
He must immediately go into seclusion for 49 days to save his life.
Moreover, he also trusted his foster son, Yin Yanpeng.
After all, this child was adopted when he was a child and raised as his own son.
But he didn't know that because of this, in Yin Yanpeng's eyes, the Immemorial City was more his own.
How could his own things be given to others!
Absolutely, absolutely not!
At this time, Yin Yanpeng stood in front of the window, looking at the Immemorial City in front of him, secretly clenching his fists.
The beauty's long hair flowed down like a waterfall.
"Yanpeng, come help me fix my hair."
Song Xiaomeng was wearing a white tassel nightgown, sitting there.
She had a beautiful face, a beautiful figure, and a faint languid temperament.
She was Yin Yanpeng's wife.
"Okay."
Yin Yanpeng's face was gloomy, walked over a few steps, and casually fixed his wife's hair.
Seemingly thinking of something, his hand twitched, and Song Xiaomeng suddenly let out a cry of alarm.
"Ah, Yanpeng, you hurt me."
"Sorry."
Yin Yanpeng put down his hand.
To be honest, he didn't like this wife very much.
This was the wife that his foster father said to him, but he didn't like her.
The woman he liked eventually married a rich man and died of depression.
As for Song Xiaomeng, apart from her beauty, there was nothing else that could attract him.
The reason why Zhao Wenyue wanted her to marry him was because she came from a mysterious cultivation sect. If he could marry her, not only would he be able to form an alliance with that cultivation sect, but he would also be able to obtain some of their unique cultivation methods.
In Yin Yanpeng's heart, he had always felt that he was just a dog raised by Zhao Wenyue.
Once he became the City Lord, everything would change.
He had been waiting for this opportunity, waiting and waiting.
But who would have thought that in the end, there would be such an outcome.
How could he be willing!
"Yan Peng, what are you thinking about?"
Song Xiaomeng noticed that Yin Yanpeng's expression wasn't quite right. She was a little hesitant. Could it be that Yin Yanpeng had discovered something?
"Nothing much …"
Yin Yanpeng put down his hand. "I've had a lot on my mind recently. Looks like I won't be able to help you with your hair. Why don't you find a maid to do it? "
"What's on your mind? Can you tell me? "
Song Xiaomeng couldn't help but ask.
"It's a man's business. A woman shouldn't meddle in it."
Yin Yanpeng waved his hand and turned to walk out of the door.
When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and asked.
"Have you ever thought that one day you would be the City Lord's wife?"
"This … I haven't thought about it …"
Song Xiaomeng shook her head. "Isn't the City Lord's position going to be handed over to the people from Rakshasa Gate? Yan Peng, what are you thinking about? "
"Nothing, I'm going out to do something. If you're bored, go out shopping."
With that, Yin Yanpeng turned around and walked out.
Originally, a married woman should not step out of the door.
But the cultivation world has its own characteristics. Coupled with the integration of some modern culture, this ancient city was not completely like the ancient city. It also had some modern atmosphere.
Therefore, Yin Yanpeng didn't object to his wife going out.
Plus he didn't have any feelings for her, so let her be.
After Yin Yanpeng went out, Song Xiaomeng sat in front of the dressing mirror and lightly sighed.
Soon, a tall figure appeared behind her.
"You're here?"
She asked in a low voice. There was a faint longing and attachment in her voice.
"Yeah … I saw him go out."
A man wearing a white captain's uniform knelt down and hugged Song Xiaomeng in his arms.
"I'm here. I won't let you be lonely."
"Yeah …"
Song Xiaomeng nodded and leaned into the man's arms. "Jinpeng … It's good to have you here …"
"Me too … It's good to have you here …"
Du Jinpeng suddenly kissed Song Xiaomeng's earlobe and then her neck.
His hand also mischievously slid inside Song Xiaomeng's clothes.
Song Xiaomeng's whole body trembled.
The two of them rolled on the ground and began to make love.
"You, you came in so rashly today … and, and did this with me … Aren't you afraid of being discovered by him?"
Song Xiaomeng asked with a soft moan.
Usually, the two of them would have an affair when Yin Yanpeng was in closed-door training.
The reason why the two of them were together, to put it bluntly, was because when Yin Yanpeng was cultivating in his early years, he fell into the devil's path, causing his lower body to fail.
In other words, Yin Yanpeng, as Zhao Wenyue's godson, no longer had the ability of a man.
Therefore, he was usually so gloomy.
In addition, he didn't like Song Xiaomeng, so he often went into closed-door training.
Actually, although it was called closed-door training, it was actually doing something that shouldn't be done with a male guard in a secret room.
And Song Xiaomeng was a normal woman. She had needs.
Her husband was not by her side all year round, so the guard Du Jinpeng, who was always by her side, became her guest.
The two of them didn't have anything to do in the beginning, but after a long time, a man and a woman alone, dry firewood and blazing fire, rolled together.
"Don't be afraid, he has something important to do today."
Du Jinpeng panted and said with a smile.
"What important thing? I asked him this morning, but he didn't say … Could it be that he found out about us? "
Song Xiaomeng quickly asked.
"No, he doesn't care about you at all."
Du Jinpeng said very directly, "Moreover, he has something more important to deal with now, which is the handover of the ancient city."
"Is he really willing to hand over the ancient city?"
The two of them were doing what they loved to do, while talking about the major events of the ancient city.
"Of course he's not willing, so he mobilized his troops and prepared to secretly kill the people who came to take over the ancient city."
"Isn't he afraid of angering the City Lord …"
"The City Lord has already started his tribulation, so how would he have the time to come out. Even if he comes out, he will tell the City Lord that because of some reason, the other party returned the ancient city back to him. "
"So it's like this … No wonder, he asked me in the morning if I ever thought of becoming the City Lord's wife …"
"He actually asked this … Looks like, he needs to continue using you to cover for him."
Du Jinpeng said.
"It's just that I'm pitiful …"
"No, no, no, this is to help you and me."
"But I feel that if he becomes the City Lord, his authority will be even greater, and would it be easy for him to find out about the matter between you and me …"
Song Xiaomeng suddenly pressed down on Du Jinpeng's shoulder and said worriedly, "At that time, you and I, are finished."
"You're right …"
Du Jinpeng frowned and stopped twitching, "Looks like this matter, I need to consider it at length …"
"Why don't we take the opportunity to …"
A trace of killing intent suddenly floated past Song Xiaomeng's eyes.
Du Jinpeng was shocked, my god, women are indeed crazy for love.
"You don't have to think about this matter, leave it to me …"
Du Jinpeng weighed the pros and cons in his heart, then said, "What you need to do now, is to properly serve me … Then, I will give you an explanation."
As he said that, an intoxicating moan sounded out from the room of the two of them.
And at this very moment, Yin Yanpeng didn't know that a big green hat was placed on his head.
He followed a few guard captains by his side as they headed towards the ancient city gate.
"Wen Yu, the people have been arranged right?"
He lowered his voice and asked a captain standing on the left.
"It has been arranged, they are hidden outside the banquet room's window."
Gao Wen Yu nodded, "At that time, as long as young city lord gives the order, our people will swarm up and kill them all!"
"Very good, very good. Jiashun, how's the preparation on your side? "
He asked the guard standing at the side.
"Don't worry, young city lord. The banquet room has already been lit with intoxicating incense. This kind of incense is colorless and odorless, and can silently anesthetize a person's Yuanying. The water that we drink in the morning has already been given the antidote. At that time, taking them down will be easy and pleasant. "
"That's right!"
Yin Yanpeng clasped his hands together and laughed, "This time, I will let them know the price of provoking this young master. Primordial City is this young master's, no one is allowed to take it away. "
"Young city lord, what about the old city lord's side?"
"Foster father told this young master before he entered the pass."
Yin Yanpeng said with a smile, "Without forty-nine days, he will not come out. By the time he comes out, everything will have been sealed in the coffin. Hehe … .you guys also don't want Primordial City to fall into the hands of outsiders, right? "
"We pledge our lives to be loyal to young city lord!"
A group of guards immediately said.
At this time, from outside the city, a row of figures suddenly walked in slowly.
The two women in the lead are as beautiful as fairies, as if they have just descended from the Immortal World.
Even young city lord Yin Yanpeng, who likes Long Yang, couldn't help but stare blankly when he saw the appearance of these two women.
"Young, young city lord, they're here …."
Gao Wen Yu also saw them. While surprised by their beauty, he reminded.
"This young master saw them … .Prepare, prepare to welcome!"
"Yes …."
The few guards immediately lined up, and the one in the center is naturally Yin Yanpeng.
And the two women in the lead, if they are not Su Fei and Hua Niang, who else could they be?
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