In the turbulent clouds and fog at night, a small boat appeared silently.
Ling Bufei came out and waved to Hu Erniang.
"Senior, here!"
Hu Erniang's figure flashed and she got on the boat.
Ling Bufei closed the hatch and released the parasol.
Moistened by its yin energy, Hu Erniang took a breath.
"I still have a bad breath!" Hu Erniang said, "Fortunately, with the devilish aura given by Bai Yatou, the thief was also injured and could barely complete the task."
She has been raised in the yin-yang umbrella for more than ten years. Her soul has been almost restored and she has officially turned into a ghost cultivator. Although she has not yet returned to her peak, Hu Erniang is very satisfied. She can survive under such circumstances. What does she have to dislike? As long as the cultivation time is long enough, the cultivation level can be improved.
Ling Bufei laughed and handed over the Yin Dan specially developed for ghost cultivators: "Thank you for your hard work, senior."
After Hu Erniang took the elixir, her face looked much better and she said, "What you are worried about will not happen. That old boy doesn't recognize this face."
Ling Bufei breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "That's good."
Ling Yungao didn't recognize the mask, which meant he was not a member of that mysterious organization, but was simply possessed by a demon, which was easy to handle.
"He has been hit by my unique secret skill, the marriage line, and it is expected to happen in an hour or two." Hu Erniang continued.
Ling Bufei was even happier: "We can prepare for the next step."
Hu Erniang nodded lightly: "I'll go back and rest first. Call me if you need more."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned into a puff of smoke and got into the umbrella.
Ling Bufei closed his umbrella, and Baili Xu's voice came from outside: "Sir, Goldman Sachs and Hua Ruzhuo are back."
"where?"
"pier."
"Then let's go pick them up!"
"Okay."
The boat swayed and disappeared into the clouds.
The lake was quiet and quiet, as if no one had ever been there.
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Lin Baiyu was patrolling with his team.
He happened to be on duty tonight, responsible for security guarding.
When there was a noise coming from Zixiao Palace, he rushed over with his people.
"What happened?"
When the guard saw him, he hesitated: "Senior Brother Lin."
Logically speaking, Lin Baiyu is the Nascent Soul on duty tonight, and they should tell him everything about the abnormality that happened in Zixiao Palace and let him deal with it.
But everyone knows that Uncle Song was imprisoned in Xuanbing Prison by the sect master. He had a grudge with Zixiao Palace, not just a grudge. Will he really report the sect master's affairs to the father-in-law? Will it delay the safety of the sect leader?
Lin Baiyu frowned: "What are you doing? If you don't report something, are you responsible for the mistake?"
The guards thought the same thing. It was his business whether Lin Baiyu would report it to his father-in-law. If he didn't report it, he would be in trouble if he was investigated.
So the captain reported bluntly: "It seems that there is an assassin, and the sect leader is chasing him out. The opponent's cultivation level is too high, we didn't detect it, and we don't know what to do."
Lin Baiyu immediately asked: "Assassin? Where are you going?"
The guard pointed to the forest: "There!"
Lin Baiyu immediately spread his consciousness, and sure enough he touched the magical barrier in the forest, indicating that the sect leader was fighting with someone.
To be able to fight against the leader of the Transformation God, the opponent must have the cultivation level of Transformation Soul. The sect was invaded by unknown gods, which was really scary. According to the rules, he had to give a warning immediately.
When Lin Baiyu touched the token, something moved in his heart. Instead of calling Bei Feng, he passed it to Wen Rujin on Deacon Peak.
Wen Rujin came soon.
"Uncle Wen." Lin Baiyu stepped forward quickly, "The sect master encountered an invasion from a foreign enemy and is fighting in the forest!"
Wen Rujin nodded steadily: "Okay, I understand."
She stretched out her hand and took Lin Baiyu to escape near the magical barrier.
At this time, the magical barrier suddenly shattered, and a stream of light smoke flew out.
Wen Rujin glanced at
At one glance, he didn't chase him, but focused on Ling Yungao.
"Sect Master!" She shouted loudly, leading Lin Baiyu into the forest.
She didn't walk fast and took a little time. When she found it, Ling Yungao looked as usual.
"Sect Master, what happened?"
"A little thief is here." Ling Yungao replied calmly, his eyes sweeping over them, "Where is Senior Brother Beifeng? The sect has been broken into, so we need to be more vigilant in the near future."
Beifeng is the master of the Discipline Hall, so it stands to reason that this matter is under his control.
Lin Baiyu said hurriedly: "The disciple discovered the magical barrier and couldn't find Master Beifeng for a while, so he passed it on to Master Wen nearby."
There's nothing wrong with what he did. Deacon Peak is close, and if the situation is urgent, whoever is called will do so.
Wen Rujin showed a little regret: "So it was the little thief just now? I noticed something was wrong. Unfortunately, that person was very good at hiding his secrets. He suddenly lost track and no one knew where he went."
Ling Yungao did not become suspicious. He thought that this person was most likely an elder of the Wuji Sect. He must know the terrain and restrictions within the sect very well, and it would not be difficult to escape.
However, Lin Baiyu's ability to call Wen Rujin showed that she was not suspicious. It's a pity. If the person coming was Beifeng, he would be more relieved.
"Let's go back and talk about it first!" Ling Yungao didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so he said lightly, "There is nothing to do tonight. I will convene the elders to discuss the matter tomorrow."
Wen Rujin hesitated for a moment: "Don't you need to search the mountain? This thief just escaped, maybe he can still be caught."
"If I can't even catch you face to face, what's the use of searching the mountain?" Ling Yungao glanced over.
Wen Rujin lowered his head, slightly embarrassed: "Yes."
Ling Yungao knew that she and he were not of the same mind, so he didn't want to say more and turned back to Zixiao Palace.
Lin Baiyu went back, ordered the patrol guards to return to their posts, and accompanied Wen Rujin back to the Deacon Hall.
The two of them walked quietly, and he suddenly asked: "Uncle Wen, have you made your choice?"
Wen Rujin glanced at him, with a faint smile on her face: "You kid, if you dare to ask me to come tonight, aren't you just convinced that I won't destroy you?"
Lin Baiyu was embarrassed: "Master..."
"But there's nothing wrong with you doing this." Wen Rujin sighed, "Junior Brother Song is still in the Black Ice Prison!"
Speaking of this, Lin Baiyu fell silent.
After a moment, he said: "Uncle, Yu Zi, once I am a teacher and always a father, I will definitely try my best to rescue my master; Yu Gong, I can't believe a person who would imprison my master in Xuanbing Prison. He is the master of the sect, not the sect." Door’s blessing, do you understand?”
Of course Wen Rujin understood that if she were imprisoned, You Yan would definitely make such a choice.
These children are well taught.
Otherwise, why would she have complied with his wishes just now, delayed the conversation, and watched the thief escape?
The stars were dimly visible in the sky, and Wen Rujin stood still on the mountain path, patted his shoulder, and said warmly: "The Deacon's Hall has arrived, you don't have to send him off anymore, go back!"
Lin Baiyu met her eyes and smiled: "Okay, see you tomorrow, uncle."
After Wen Rujin left, Lin Baiyu looked up at the dark night, took a long breath, and continued on duty.
