The shopkeeper brought breakfast, porridge and side dishes, a plate of steamed cauliflower dumplings, and a plate of sweet and sour diced radish, which were light and delicious.
"By the way, shopkeeper, when did the group of people who stayed in the guest room next to me last night leave?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
The shopkeeper said: "That group of people left at midnight last night!"
Leaving in the middle of the night?
So impatient!
"Shopkeeper, let me ask you, have any outsiders come here looking for laymen in white over the years?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
The shopkeeper said: "It happens every year. However, what the white-clothed layman is not happy to see is something you can't see even if you step on iron shoes."
Yang Ruoqing nodded, raised her chopsticks and finished her breakfast as quickly as possible. The shopkeeper walked her to the door of the inn and showed her the way. He also said, "I hope the guest will be lucky and be able to gain the discernment of the layman in white."
She still disguised herself as a woman when she went out in order to avoid unnecessary trouble. After all, ancient times were not like modern times.
Most women stay at home to support their husbands and raise children. When a woman comes out to the public, even if she is self-respecting and self-respecting, there is no guarantee that some lustful men will have evil thoughts and ruin things.
Therefore, Yang Ruoqing followed the example of a man and bowed her hands to the shopkeeper: "Thank you for your words!"
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Yang Ruoqing really understood the saying "Wangshan is a race to the death".
Standing at the door of the inn, when you look up, you can see Suolong Mountain that seems to be very close at hand, but when you really go forward, you find that there is an endless road.
This walk lasted for most of the day before they finally reached the foot of the mountain. Yang Ruoqing was exhausted like a dog.
But when she saw the road monument engraved with the word "suolong" erected in the green grass at the foot of the mountain ahead, Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to wipe the hot sweat from her forehead. It was finally time.
That group of people from the Five Poison Sect must have rushed into the mountains to Peach Blossom Valley ahead of her, right?
I didn't meet them on the way here, and I don't know if they saw the layman in white? How is the battle going between the two sides?
If the layman in white wins, he will naturally be happy, which means that he is a veritable master. As long as he is willing to take action, there is hope to save Tang Yazi.
If the Five Poison Sect wins and the layman in white loses...
Putting aside the slim hope of saving Tang Yazi, Yang Ruoqing still felt a little guilty in her heart.
Because if he had come to report the news in advance last night, he might have been able to escape the disaster for the white-clothed sect leader.
While he was thinking about these things, there was a sudden movement in front of him.
Yang Ruoqing quickly found a place to hide, and then peeked out...
Huh?
Aren't those the people from the Five Poison Sect last night?
They set off in the middle of the night, and they are still stuck at the foot of the mountain?
Moreover, looking at this formation, this group of people is ambushing here, looking tense. There is a dangerous atmosphere in the air and in the grass and trees.
Could it be...who are they ambushing?
The master in white?
'Sisi...'
"Sisi..."
There were strange noises in the grass and the sound of scales scraping against the ground.
It's a snake!
I saw snakes everywhere in the grass, between the rocks, and even on the branches!
Looking from the angle where Yang Ruoqing was hiding, the area was covered with snakes. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to get down.
She wasn't afraid of a single snake, but hundreds of them were really troublesome.
And they are all venomous snakes, the kind that can be fatal with just one bite.
What's more, Yang Ruoqing has trypophobia, let alone these thousands of snakes. Sometimes when she sees an ant nest eating a dead earthworm on the roadside, her scalp becomes numb and she would rather take a detour. .
She could only hold her breath and hide in this hidden place to pay close attention to the situation ahead. Suddenly she heard one of them whispering: "Be careful, he is coming!"
he came?
Yang Ruoqing gathered her energy and saw a white shadow that seemed to fall from the sky.
The posture he appeared in was really stunning. He flipped 720 degrees in the air and then landed on a nearby branch steadily and yet lightly.
Her waist-length black hair is like a waterfall, with only a bun on top of her head, held in place with a white jade hairpin.
The white clothes and white robes, even the jade belt around the waist and the boots on the feet are all white.
His face...
Wow, even though he looks middle-aged, his facial features are really carved!
The feeling of the whole person can be best described in one word: Immortal and graceful!
Tsk tsk, this middle-aged handsome man is the leader of the white-clothed sect?
When he was young, he was really a handsome man. No wonder Biyun, the jewel in the eyes of the leader of the Demon Cult, was so obsessed with him that he would not hesitate to use his own life to block his sword!
Yang Ruoqing was shocked by the grace of this middle-aged handsome man, but those snakes were different from human aesthetics and did not stop because of his immortal appearance.
Seeing those snakes approaching the big tree where the white-clothed sect master was in a steady stream. The snake core was swallowed, and a dangerous smell filled the air.
There was even the nearest snake, which was about to bite the white-clothed sect leader's ankle.
Just when Yang Ruoqing was breaking out in a cold sweat, a melodious and distant Xiao sounded.
The sect master in white held a jade flute to his lips with his slender fingers, and the melodious flute came from here.
The silk curls and the lingering sound is misty, just like fairy music.
This was the best music Yang Ruoqing had ever heard when she came to this time and space, and she became obsessed with it for a moment.
Not to mention her, even the restless group of poisonous snakes stood still, as if they were intoxicated by the music. They all stopped in place and listened with their heads raised.
"Brother, this, the leader of the white-clothed sect really has a song for playing the flute? He's already facing death, but he still has such leisurely moments?"
Over there, the people from the Five Poison Sect were surprised.
"Yeah, let alone the music, it's so nice. It makes you feel so comfortable, as if you've drunk three kilograms of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. It's so light..."
"It makes me want to visit a brothel!"
The man called Big Brother has been paying close attention to the white-clothed sect master and the snakes.
He suddenly raised his hand to stop the words of the people behind him: "Don't make any noise... This is a bit wrong..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the faint sound that gave people a very comfortable feeling suddenly changed from the previous clear and melodious sound to a high-pitched and sharp sound.
And the sound became louder and louder one after another.
And the snakes on the ground suddenly moved.
"Hey, they moved, let me tell you, how could the venomous snakes I tamed myself not listen to me... Oops, no, are they going in the opposite direction?"
"What the hell, they are attacking us and want to devour the Lord. Run!"
There was chaos ahead, and snakes attacked the members of the Five Poison Sect from all directions. Under Xiao Sheng's instigation, the snakes seemed to be fearless of life and death, and were not afraid of swords. They launched crazy attacks on the members of the Five Poison Sect one after another.
The melee between man and snake was extremely brutal. Within a few moments, several people were bitten by snakes and fell to the ground.
Then other snakes swarmed up and burrowed through the man's body and facial features before bursting out.
The previously living person would bleed from all his orifices in the blink of an eye, become black all over, foam at the mouth, convulse and die!
