As if feeling a little sorry for Sister Hao, Qingyun put aside those complicated emotions and smiled:
"It goes without saying that she must be short of manpower. She is on the seventh level of the Eternal Flowing Origin Transformation Realm and Zou Yan is on the fifth level of the Wenyuan Transformation Realm. If she has so many masters, how can she let Bai Zhizheng become so powerful?"
"That's right. You are helping Yao Pofeng overtly and covertly. It is a blessing for him to have a brother like you in his previous life."
Qingyun scratched his head in embarrassment:
"Sister, why don't you drink tea? You praise me so much that I feel embarrassed."
Seeing Xiao Luoyi take a sip of fragrant tea gracefully, Qingyun felt that the eldest sister had finally calmed down, and then said again:
"Don't worry, sister, Li Lingjun has two main goals. One is to get the antidote to the Five Snake Gu, and the other is to get rid of Bai Zhizheng. Before these two goals are achieved, don't talk about us, Zou Yanwen and Wanguliu. They will both live well, don’t worry!”
In fact, Xiao Luoyi is still a little worried about Qingyun's life safety and the authorities are confused.
She has always viewed Li Lingjun's plan based on the code of conduct of a demonic monk. Little does she know that his original god Huatian was born, and Qingyun is a good brother of Er Shao Yao. How could Li Lingjun dare to try to silence the young master?
What he did before was just a false threat. This can be seen from his ability to take the initiative to take care of Qingyun and not to participate in the battle against Bai Zhizheng.
The warmth of the tea in the cup is as warm as the palm of a kid's hand. Although Xiao Luoyi is still worried, she is very good at handling the relationship between men and women. She knows that once a man makes certain decisions, a woman will be offended if she talks too much. sidewalk:
"Okay, it's up to you."
Qingyun was overjoyed when he heard this, and then said optimistically:
"Besides, Brother Feng and I are good brothers. Li Lingjun may not dare to burn bridges in the end. What we need to consider now is how to get the antidote to the Five Snake Gu and lure Bai Zhizheng out, and then what happens if Mr. Bai If we really die, how should we deal with those strange beasts!"
Slowly putting down the tea cup, Xiao Luoyi also sighed:
"We can only wait and see, but if it is as you guessed, Yao Shengtian is trying to weaken the new forces of the major forces in Kyushu, then it would be too crazy for them to do so."
"A person in the devil's way is indeed a person in the devil's way."
Qingyun also sighed.
"What, you look down on me?"
"How dare I look down on you? Hey, hey, don't pull me, sister!"
There was a burst of laughter, and the solemn atmosphere in the camp finally slowly dissipated.
Although Xiao Luoyi didn't want to get involved in the layout of the Demonic Sect, Qingyun was determined to help his brother get the antidote to the Five Snake Gu. As his woman, she couldn't say anything more, so she just made up her mind. You must protect the kid Zhouquan.
After thinking for a long time, Qingyun finally decided to let Brother Bai dry out first. After all, the poison of the Five Snake Gu only consumes energy and blood and makes people weak, but it is not fatal in a short period of time. They also have the elixirs and spiritual materials to restore energy and blood. Some are enough to keep Yao Ershao alive for a while.
Moreover, the "Secret Spring" practiced by this boy is extremely mysterious. In such a severely weakened condition, his practice progress and spiritual strength increased at a geometric speed. It can be called a masochistic technique.
And as Yao Mengxun came out of confinement, everything in Jing Citian got back on track, and Lu Donglin also woke up after being comatose for several days.
Although this kid was just starting out, he was very smart. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he put all the blame on that damn ghost Han Yu.
Anyway, there is no evidence to prove it, and I am also a victim. Junior uncle, you can't waste your friendship with me!
Of course, Yao Mengxun is not stupid, but if it is really investigated, Qingyun will also be empty-handed. Lu Donglin will really have little experience if he doesn't bite him back, which also makes the young man regret it.
If he hadn't adopted the method of killing the three monks at that time, he wouldn't have been so seriously injured, and he wouldn't have been in a hurry to devour the last monk, thus losing a witness, so Lu Donglin In the end, he was exempted from substantial punishment.
However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be forgiven. Yao Mengxun put him in solitary confinement. After he escaped from the Thirty-three Realms, he was handed over to the Master of False Kong for further processing.
In fact, this was a disguised form of protecting Lu Donglin who was seriously injured, but Master Lu didn't think so, and blamed all the resentment for this unwarranted disaster on Qingyun.
As for the most unlucky one, it has to be the little king Han Yu.
He showed off his coolness from the moment he came on the scene and beat his rival Yao Ershao to a dead dog. His subsequent experience was even worse than that of a flying star.
He managed to survive while living under someone else's roof, but he didn't expect that he would eventually fall into the hands of Qingyun, who he thought was even weaker than an ant.
He didn't even have a chance to shine before his death, at least he had the reputation of dying in defeat against the White Swordsman, so he was beaten to the head by Bai Zhizheng with a sword, and that was it.
"It's true that fate plays tricks on people, and fate plays tricks on people!"
Yao Pofeng and Qingyun couldn't help but sigh with emotion while drinking.
The second young master rubbed his eyes vigorously, pretending to be "reminiscing about old friends" with a sad look, so that Hua Yumian would agree to let him drink another cup of yellow soup.
However, Qingyun saw that the rogue didn't hold back a single tear for a long time, and only rubbed out two big lumps of eye droppings.
Of course, although Han Yu died in frustration, he died a worthy death. At least Jing Citian's internal troubles were eliminated. Even if there were still people who had second thoughts, they did not dare to stand up and be a thorn in the head.
As time passed silently, the Kyushu monks were already overwhelmed by the endless stream of strange beasts and could not breathe.
Although the number of these strange beasts is not large, they are all powerful beings that can defeat many enemies. The heritage monks are also stronger than the outsiders. Therefore, with the cooperation of the two, the Kyushu monks suffered heavy casualties.
There was no west wind howling, no sunset reflecting, just the boundless vast starry sky, and countless broken swords under the dim light.
Everything was left alone on the battlefield, speaking two words to the Jiuzhou monks and even the true race beasts:
despair.
As relatives, classmates, and comrades-in-arms fall one after another around them, all living beings don’t know when or where it will be their turn.
Even monks like Yao Pofeng and Qian Wu, who were about to reach the peak of the Yuan Hua Realm, were beaten to the point of vomiting blood by such weird beasts.
That kind of despair, so thick that it seemed as if the air was filled with cries, was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the foreign monks, including Qingyun.
After witnessing his father's body after being murdered, and then seeing the tragic situation of Liangren Village being massacred, Qingyun, who had been through life and death countless times, had no feeling at all.
But countless days of mechanical fighting and killing made him exhausted.
The warmth in his misty eyes seemed to tell him that maybe the next moment his body would be soaked in the blood of his relatives again.
It wasn't until one night when Xiao Luoyi was discovered by Qingyun while treating his wounds alone that he finally understood that this melee was no longer a farce.
"It's all about survival."
While Witch Xiao was suturing the wounds on her waist and abdomen, she said calmly, without any sign of pain on her face.
"Does it hurt?"
Qingyun wanted to help, but Xiao Luoyi refused and even asked her to turn away because she didn't want the kid to see the ugly appearance of her wound.
"It hurts? Haha, I always feel that the beatings I received when I was a child hurt more than when I started practicing."
The candlelight reflected Xiao Luoyi's shadow, and Qingyun could hear the sound of fine needles piercing into the flesh.
"Sister, why don't you just use healing spells?"
"That way the wound will heal too quickly, and it will leave unsightly scars. It will be much better if we suture it first and then slowly repair it with magic."
"Then why haven't you found a way to remove the scar on your face?"
Qingyun asked curiously.
"One side was left to me by the first enemy I killed, and it was also the first enemy he used to distract me with a spell, so it always reminds me that my heart must be as strong as iron and my attacks are ruthless, while the other side... "
At this point, Xiao Luoyi suddenly paused and did not say any more.
"The other side blames me..."
Qingyun said with some shame, he knew very well how much women, especially the most beautiful women like the eldest sister, who were alluring the country, cared about their appearance.
"No, it's not your fault, it should be thank you..."
Xiao Luoyi's voice was thin and light, just like the flickering candlelight on the bedside, making her long for the white candle to become as gorgeous as her own red-dyed black gauze.
In two months, the number of monks in Kyushu has been reduced by half, and the fighting circle has gradually shrunk. The Spirit Mirror Sacrifice has become a flesh and blood mill, crushing these outsiders bit by bit.
Originally, they all used the rich ancient spiritual energy in the secret realm to crazily improve their cultivation. Now it didn't take long for them to return their money to the thirty-three realms again with profits.
Like a reciprocating machine, I don’t know how long this endless momentum can last.
On this day, Qingyun finally received another letter secretly sent by Bai Zhizheng, and the words were the same as before.
"Have you considered?"
Xiao Luobing looked at the kid intently.
"Although the reopening of the Little Secret Realm is far away, once this situation is set up, Yao Pofeng may be rescued, but the Jiuzhou monks may also suffer disaster and never see the sun in their hometown again."
"Well, I know that eldest sister, Li Lingjun, Zou Yanwen Wanguliu, and even you and me, sooner or later have to come to an end with Bai Zhizheng. If he can still escape from this murder, it only means that this person's life is in danger. It’s a must.”
But when the conversation changed, Qingyun started laughing and said:
"Actually, I think Bai Zhizheng is very lucky, and I believe in my competitors, right eldest sister?"
After hearing this, Witch Xiao smiled and muttered:
"Yes, but you have too many competitors, so you have to keep winning!"
"Haha, obey!"
Qingyun smiled heartily, replied with a few big words, stuffed the strip of cloth that he had previously torn off Bai Xuan into, put the envelope on the table and left.
He believed that with Mr. Bai's method, he could send the letter to him without anyone noticing, and he could also take it away without anyone noticing. In the evening, when the young master dragged his tired body back to Xiao Luoyi's tent, sure enough, the reply arrived.
