"Do you have to deal with so many things every day? It's very tiring!"
Ye Qing stepped forward, poured a cup of hot tea for Feng Qingyou, and said with concern.
"It's okay." Feng Qingyou took the tea, took a sip, and said with a smile: "That's how it was in the beginning. Once we get on the right track, we won't be so busy."
"By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, Wu Huan. Your martial arts has flourished. You have taken a step forward and become a grand master."
"Thank you!" Ye Qing also smiled.
"Who is he?" Immediately, Feng Qingyou looked at Wan Dusheng behind Ye Qing and asked curiously.
"Wan Dusheng." Ye Qing said: "The strength is not bad. Aren't you guys short of manpower? I brought them back to you. Maybe they will be useful."
"It turns out to be the King of Ten Thousand Poisons. It seems that your practice this time is not going well either!" Feng Qing said with a faint smile.
"It's okay, just some young people." Ye Qing smiled and briefly told Feng Qingyou about Wan Dusheng and Xishi.
"If the people from Butian Palace appear here, will it be detrimental to your plan?"
"It doesn't matter." Feng Qing said with a smile: "Troubled times are coming. Butian Palace cannot be alone and needs allies."
"You mean forming an alliance with Butian Palace? Is it possible?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows.
"Anything that can benefit you is possible." Feng Qingyou said calmly: "So, even if he doesn't come to us, we will go to him."
"Aren't you afraid of seeking skin from a tiger?" Ye Qing asked worriedly. The basis for alliance and cooperation is balance of power. If there is a huge disparity in power, it is undoubtedly a case of seeking skin from a tiger.
"It's all about human effort." Feng Qingyou said confidently.
"Too."
Ye Qing smiled and didn't say much. Since Feng Qingyou dared to say this, he must have made a plan: "By the way, what's the situation outside now?"
"It's very lively..." Feng Qingyou briefly told Ye Qing what happened in the outside world in the past three months: "You will know when you get out."
"Qingyou, you have been busy all day, go and rest first."
Immediately, the two chatted for a while, and Ye Qing saw the tired look on Feng Qingyou's face and spoke.
"You too, after you have rested, I will take you to visit the Yama Valley tomorrow." Feng Qing said with a faint smile.
Afterwards, Feng Qingyou ordered someone to take Ye Qing down to rest.
Ye Qing had been practicing for three months. Although he was in high spirits because of his breakthrough to the Grand Master, he was also a little tired. So after washing, he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.
The moonlight is like running water, shining through the window lattice and falling on the floor of the house, like a layer of silver frost.
Slowly, the layer of silver frost suddenly began to squirm strangely, turning into a figure covered in blood.
I saw the figure covered in blood, staggering and staggering forward.
"help me……"
"help me……"
Every time the figure takes a step, a pool of blood will be left on the ground. The blood flows, covering the clear light on the ground and the moonlight in the sky.
Every time the figure takes a step, it will shout, and the sound is dark and strange, like a ferocious evil ghost rushing out of Fengdu Hell, or like a hysterical roar on the verge of despair.
In the blink of an eye, the figure walked to the bed where Ye Qing was, slowly lowered his head, approached the sleeping Ye Qing, and slowly opened his mouth: "Wu Huan, save me..."
"Wu Huan, save me..."
"Wu Huan, save me..."
Seeing that Ye Qing was indifferent, the figure's voice became more urgent and gloomy, and the whole bloody face was almost closely attached to Ye Qing's face.
"Save me, save me, Wu Huan..."
The figure roared loudly, and spurted scarlet blood from its mouth. The rolling blood was like a torrent, swallowing Ye Qing in the blink of an eye.
"A poor person..."
Ye Qing, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. There was a figure roaring for help in front of him, and there was a torrent of blood. Only the moonlight was like water, spreading all over the ground.
"Huh...it turned out to be a dream!"
Ye Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately frowned. Logically speaking, with his current state, it was impossible for him to dream randomly, let alone dream about poverty?
Yes, the man covered in blood earlier was a poor man, which was indeed a bit strange.
"strangeness?"
Ye Qing touched his nose and stood up to pour a cup of tea, but as soon as he stood up, his pupils shrank.
On the floor outside, three bloody characters were written: "Kunlun Ruins..."
Those three words were as if someone had written them with blood all over their body. They were bright red and filled with terror and despair.
"Not a dream?"
Ye Qing's figure flashed and appeared in front of those three words, his eyebrows furrowed: "Did something happen to Yipo?"
In his sense of magic, there was no strange power left in the room, and those three words seemed to appear in the room out of thin air.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Qing took out the Secret Scripture and asked.
"Is something wrong with Yipo?"
Since becoming the Grand Master, Ye Qing has rarely used the Secret Scripture. Firstly, the dragon and snake runes on the Secret Scripture have little effect on him. Secondly, he has always maintained a kind of vigilance and respect for the Secret Scripture, so he can not use it. No need.
But at certain times, it has to be used. After all, the Secret Sutra is always the most time-saving and labor-saving thing under certain circumstances.
As the blood dripped, a line of bloody words slowly appeared on the Sutra: "My name is Yipong. When you see this line, I will die soon."
"Because I entered Kunlun Ruins. Kunlun Ruins is one of the most dangerous places in the world. No one has ever been able to walk out of Kunlun Ruins alive, and I am no exception."
"I'm going to die..."
"I'm about to die..."
"dying……"
"died……"
"It's..."
The blood words on the Sutra ended here, and immediately they were seen slowly submerging into the Sutra and disappearing.
"It seems that Yipo is really in danger."
Ye Qing looked solemn, but what kind of place was Kunlun Ruins? He had never heard of Kunlun Ruins.
"What is Kunlun Ruins?" Ye Qingfu asked again.
This time, the Sutra did not respond, and the blood dripping on it slid directly along the Sutra and fell to the ground.
Obviously, Wei Jing did not intend to answer this question.
"Where is Kunlun Ruins?" Ye Qing changed the question.
After half a cup of tea, three words appeared above the Sutra: "Kunlun Mountain..."
"Kunlun Mountain?" Ye Qing frowned. He naturally knew about Kunlun Mountain. Kunlun Mountain is the lord of all mountains and the source of dragon veins. It has been known as the fairy mountain since ancient times. There are countless mysteries and legends, and there are still many famous sects. , senior masters lived in Kunlun Mountain, such as West Kunlun, one of the Nine Paths of Evil, Lingxiao City, one of the five Taoist sects, and so on.
"So, if you want to find Kunlun Ruins, you have to go to Kunlun Mountain."
Ye Qing thought for a moment, put away the Sutra, and walked directly to the room where Feng Qingyou was.
Before reaching Feng Qingyou's room, the candlelight in Feng Qingyou's room suddenly lit up.
When Ye Qing walked to Feng Qingyou's room, Feng Qingyou's voice came out at the right time.
"Wu Huan, come in."
"Sorry for disturbing your rest!" Ye Qing looked at Feng Qingyou and apologized.
"It's okay, but what's the emergency?" Feng Qingyou asked.
"Yes, that's it..."
Ye Qing told Feng Qingyou about the dream he had before and what happened in the house.
