After leaving Xuanbing Prison, Ling Bufei did not return to the cave, but went directly to Jinghua Shuiyue.
Unexpectedly, Xin Tingxue was also there.
"Uncle Master, Great Uncle Master, Great Uncle Xin."
The three elders nodded to him, and Hua Wusheng asked, "Is Bai Yatou okay?"
"It's okay." Ling Bufei said, "She has magic pills and her injuries will recover soon."
"That's good."
Ling Bufei looked around: "Where's Uncle Yuan?"
"I'm going to clean up the mess." Hua Wusheng sighed, "In a competition that happens once every ten years, such an accident happens. It's really... who did the ban on the ring. The result has not yet been found out."
Ling Bufei didn't take it to heart. He had just told Bai Mengjin about it. He knew that he would not be able to find out this time, so he didn't hold out much hope.
The elders indeed have a lot to do. The disciples need to be comforted, the news needs to be blocked, and the matter needs to be thoroughly investigated... As you can imagine, the sect will be busy for a while.
"Have you met your Uncle Song?" Xin Tingxue asked.
There was no need to hide this news. Ling Bufei responded and said proactively: "Uncle Song is in good spirits, but he has lost a lot of weight and looks a little depressed."
Xin Tingxue sighed: "Xuanbing Prison is not a place for people to stay. It's strange that he's not thin."
Ling Bufei didn't answer. He and Xin Tingxue were not familiar with each other, and he didn't know if they could say something.
Fortunately, Xin Tingxue did not ask further questions, but turned to discuss the cause of Qiu Yi Nong's death with Hua Wusheng.
"...Although that girl is not lovable, it would be unjust to die like this. The restriction has been set up with a magic barrier. I guess her cultivation level is also very suspicious, but I don't know who did it."
Hua Wusheng and Lord Ku Mu looked at each other with profound meaning.
Qiu Yinong is Ling Yungao's apprentice, who else can do anything to her?
Xin Tingxue continued: "Speaking of which, do you think the sect master's cultivation level is much higher?"
Hua Wusheng and Lord Ku Mu recalled Ling Yungao's method of suppressing the demonic energy and couldn't help but nod.
"Just looking at his attack this time, I'm afraid his strength is already above mine." Lord Kumu sighed.
Hua Wusheng frowned: "I dare not say that I can suppress him."
"Me too." Xin Tingxue paused, "Is this reasonable?"
Hua Wusheng said bluntly: "With his talent, it is a fluke that he can transform into a god. Since transforming into a god, his progress has been mediocre. How could he reach this level in a few years?"
"So where did his cultivation come from?" Xin Tingxue said slowly, "What kind of exercises did he practice or what spiritual pills he took?"
"I don't believe it." Hua Wusheng said unceremoniously, "What magical elixir can improve it to this extent? Then there won't be so few transformations."
"Yes!" Xin Tingxue said softly, "Then, does his cultivation level come from the same source as Qiu Yatou?"
Hua Wusheng and Lord Ku Mu were silent together.
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After Ling Bufei left, Bai Mengjin fell asleep.
The cold feeling kept attacking her body. Fortunately, the fire jade given by Yuan Songqiao worked and did not make her feel too uncomfortable. The magic pill she took quickly repaired her injuries, making her face look better a little bit.
This sleep was particularly deep. It was getting dark and bright again, and when the light from outside came in, Bai Mengjin finally woke up.
She got up and took a look at the inner palace, and found that her injuries were much better, and she was in a good mood. She thought about waiting for Ji Xingge to come back and think of ways to thank her.
Just when she was inspecting the inner palace, the ban on the door seemed to be triggered with a buzzing sound, and then calmed down quickly.
She pulled out and looked at the door suspiciously.
It was quiet there, no reaction.
Bai Mengjin shook his head and got up to make tea for himself. .
Just as the tea was slurping, she seemed to hear the sound of swallowing saliva.
"Who?" She turned around and looked around.
Still no movement.
Bai Mengjin slowly looked away and continued to take out cakes from the Qiankun bag. She had just laid out the dishes and felt a little cold, so she went to get a blanket from the stone bed.
When she turned back with the blanket, she paused.
In the tea tray, two pastries were missing.
Someone can actually break through the restrictions here? No, there is a demon.
Bai Mengjin chuckled, sat back and continued drinking tea, and took out a book to read.
Just as she turned the page, the dessert plate moved. She quickly reached out and grabbed it, holding down a thin arm.
The arm tried to escape, but only a trace of black energy came out, and she pressed it back again. She also took out a talisman and stuck it on with a "snap".
"Ah!" A high-pitched voice sounded, and smoke began to rise from his arm. Someone shouted, "Why are you still wearing a charm? You don't follow the rules!"
Bai Meng didn't care. He took out two more talismans and slapped them over. Soon someone rolling on the ground appeared.
This is a thin boy, about seven or eight years old, with a black air on his body and even horns on his head.
The power of the talisman was astonishing. He rolled around and shouted, "Help! Help!"
Bai Mengjin continued drinking tea calmly.
Probably because the boy screamed too loudly, the eyes watching outside shrank back.
No matter how she screamed, no one came to save her. The boy finally had no choice but to beg her for mercy: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have stolen your things. Please spare me!"
"You were imprisoned too, we are all of the same kind!"
"I haven't eaten human food for a long time, so I couldn't help but eat two pieces. I'm sorry, can't I be sorry?"
Bai Mengjin held the book indifferently and replied calmly: "If I didn't bring the talisman, would you still be so good?"
"Then what do you want?" Perhaps it had been a long time since he had suffered such a crime. The boy had two packs of tears in his eyes. "I'll pay you back. Can't I pay you back?"
"Oh? How do you pay me back?" Bai Mengjin showed a hint of interest.
The boy hurriedly said: "Aren't you injured? I'll give you some magic blood to help you repair it."
This condition is acceptable. Bai Mengjin smiled: "Yes, but how much do you give me?"
The boy hesitantly reached out his hand and gave her a few drops of demon blood.
Bai Mengjin looked at the demon blood in the dish and was not satisfied: "That's it? It's too little!"
"It's been several drops, and you're still not satisfied!" The boy shouted, "We are trapped here, and we have to resist the cold air of thousands of years of mysterious ice every moment. Every drop is precious!"
Bai Mengjin still shook his head.
The talisman on his body did not feel exhausted at all. Seeing that a large piece of his arm was burned, the boy could only reluctantly give in: "I will give you half more, okay? There is really no more!"
Bai Mengjin thought for a while and reluctantly nodded: "Okay, for the sake of this first time, I have a lot of it, so I won't argue with you."
Seeing that she didn't make any move, the boy shouted, "Why didn't you expose it if you agreed?"
Bai Mengjin ordered the plate.
The boy cursed in his mind and could only drain the blood first: "Is this okay?"
Bai Mengjin rubbed the demon blood and felt the surging magic coming from it. He smiled and nodded, then reached out and took off the magic talisman on his body.
