The lead-gray sky has only a few floating clouds, just like yesterday's sunshine is just a curtain to cover up the true colors.

"Have you heard that Xian Qing is going to open academy?" Yingmeng was calm from beginning to end, as if everything had nothing to do with her, she was just a bystander.

"I heard it now." Sheng Yuan chuckled faintly, Yanran's thin lips half-curled with a playful arc, proving that he was still experiencing the incident that brought him into a desperate situation. "You came to me to let me stop him."

"Don't you dislike him?"

"I don't like him. He and I are indeed competitors, but we are both friends. This matter has nothing to do with me. I am quite supportive."

"If you support it now, you may regret it in the future." She didn't lie. After all, the future Shengyuan chord Xianqing is a political enemy, and she will be the kind of person who will fight to the death.

Yingmeng's deep eyes were full of coldness, without any emotion, and it was in danger of being able to destroy people. Even that cute skin could not block the sharpness at this moment.

If all this can be prevented from beginning, Xian Qing would not enter the political arena. Then can Shengyuan dominate the whole family? Will another "Xian Qing Immortal Lord" appear? This is a good question.

Ying Meng didn't know, but she knew that if Xian Qing had never entered the political arena, she wouldn't have seen her. If it were another person, she wouldn't have been so unlucky and was selected. Then she would not have come into contact with the top leaders. Didn't that eliminate all the possibility of her being involved in this chess game from the most root?

She still didn't know, but she knew that no matter in the future or the past, she was not interested in the tens of thousands of immortal rules in the Qingming Immortal Palace.

In summary, the situation can be one-sided, the chess game can be unbreakable, and the enemy can win, but Qingming's wicked control cannot exist whether it is a college or an immortal official.

Shengyuan put away his smile, his posture changed, and his face became more serious. "You are not that simple. At least the more you are definitely not as stupid as you seem on the surface. So I'm curious why I gave you the confidence to say this."

"Before this, you have to tell me how much you know." Ying Meng's tone did not change much compared to the moment, and it was very different from his usual self. It should be said that this is the real Shadow Demon.

"This is interesting. If I remember correctly, you should beg me to do things." Shengyuan's dark-seeded eyes were staring straight at Yingmeng. "Why is it my turn to provide you with information?"

"You have never been a fool." Yingmeng commented. She knew that Shengyuan had absolutely known some information. Although he had not turned black yet and seemed to be full of justice, this did not mean that the other party's IQ had dropped. She had dealt several times before.

Let her know that Shengyuan is at the top of the school, someone knows some secrets and has some information in her hands, and her heart is like a mirror, so she is very clear, and both scheming and disguise are not at the lower level.

She didn't believe that her appearance was so abnormal. The other party did not investigate, let alone the other party's memory might have its own existence. It was not the future, but the memory of her trying to kill him when she first came back.

"Don't take things that do not belong to this era."

Ying Meng nodded, cold and unfeeling.

He knew indeed. It was probably what Xian Qing told him. It was really interesting. At this moment, Ying Meng was the first suspect that the candidate was not a mentor.

It's quite interesting. If the other party knew that she did not belong to this era, he probably guessed that she was from the future. Not to mention that the background of the era of gods and demons could not raise someone like her, but also, the nicknames given to everyone by Xian Qing have some origins. The word "little guy" can refer to a person's appearance or... age.

"You are right. Things in this era should be left to people of this era to deal with. Are you interested in listening to a story?"

"Not interested. Can you speak?"

"I said it, will you listen?"

The two looked straight into each other's eyes, and secretly competed for a long and silent period.

Finally, Shengyuan slightly staggered his sight and missed a move. "Okay. I want to see what kind of prophecy you will make."

"Don't discuss the word prophecy with me. I don't want what I say to become a prophecy in your mouth." Ying Meng's eyes were very light, as if there was a layer of ice, and no one could see the emotions clearly. This was the one who taught in the future. "Just listen to a story."

"It seems that a prophecy I mentioned in the future has caused some harm to you." Ripples spread in Shengyuan's eyes. "Are your current behavior trying to change the future? Be careful that the behavior you wanted to use to stop has become a fuel to the fire."

"Don't tell me this. You are a person who doesn't believe in life. Don't use the words mentioned by the mentor to block me." Yingmeng's tone was plain.

"Sometimes, everything is destined by heaven. Fate is very interesting and gives you many choices, but you will always walk on the destined path for your own reasons." Shengyuan frowned slightly invisibly, and his eyes were slightly dark.

"So there are many roads, and the one you walk may be destined." Ying Meng was not scared by him, at least he could not scare her now.

"Okay, I'll listen to your story." Shengyuan blinked his eyes lightly, gritted his teeth, and pressed his tongue against his palate, knowing the hint.

It has been planted, and struggle is an unintentional act.

Yingmeng touched some wine into the wine cup in front of him and pushed it towards him. This scene overlapped in a scene a thousand years later, like a cycle of cause and effect, but I don’t know what is the cause and what is the result.

Yingmeng's light pink cherry lips slowly opened her mouth with a smile on her face.

"In the future, the fairy world will be divided into two halves, the fairy world in the north and south. They have completely different cultures, systems, and political systems. Don't be busy denying it. It is impossible. How can two completely different environments appear in the same interface? You know, sometimes geographical factors and artificial influence can be achieved.

The Northern Immortal Realm is still a class system, which is what you see now. The strong are respectful, and strength determines identity, but because the origin determines the resources you obtain, many people usually stay in the class at birth, and gradually form a bloodline system.

It’s no surprise. After all, you have seen this situation now, but the future will be even worse. Almost all people with noble identities and noble ancestry have squeezed into the Northern Immortal Realm.

The top leaders have been stagnant for thousands of years, and the result is that the political system is corrupt. They believe that the more people they control, the stronger they are and the nobler their identities are. This directly deprives the opportunity for the lower class to enter the upper class by practicing. In order to prevent outsiders from seizing resources, the natives will deliberately suppress outsiders.

But having outsiders means that the number of people can be controlled increases, so they will not stop outsiders, but on the contrary they are welcome to come. But these people cannot reach the top. In the eyes of the powerful, they are slaves, unless they have outstanding skills, such people are more special servants.

In summary, the social structure is extremely monotonous, and power, wealth and resources are all in the hands of ancient forces. The core political figures are a group of corrupt and scheming aristocrats. The discrimination component in society is extremely heavy.

There is a special irony, that is, most of their crowds are monks.

When cultivating immortals, all things should be equal. But there is a group of people who despise all outsiders. However, the outsiders they despise are an indispensable cornerstone for supporting their social operations.

Oh, yes. Who doesn’t want money or power outside the world? But those senior officials want to set up arches, which directly leads to the slow development of the economic city in the Beixianjie, and all the gold meridians rely on other interfaces to transfusion blood.

Those in power live in their mansions, each with their own territory. These mansions are large and remote. Each area is self-sufficiency and does not interfere with each other, just like a small country.
Chapter completed!