This is the Luo Fengtang that Yang Ruoqing is familiar with, but it is not the Luo Fengtang that she is familiar with.
"Tang..."
Just as she opened her mouth, her vision suddenly went dark and she fainted.
He retracted the fingers that sealed her acupuncture points, leaned over and picked her up, and walked out of the secret room step by step.
It was already nighttime in the villa outside.
A full moon seemed to be hanging on the eaves of Zhujian Villa.
The swordsman disciples in the villa had already gathered here and blocked Luo Fengtang's path.
He stopped and turned to look at the bright moon in the sky behind him.
The pale moonlight shone into his fiery red pupils.
He seems to be thinking about something...
A kind of pressing pressure was continuously released from him...
There were many swordsmen around who were eager to try, but no one dared to speak.
Suddenly, a strong wind came, like a tiger descending from the mountain, roaring and roaring.
Luo Fengtang clearly didn't make any move, he just walked slowly with Yang Ruoqing in his arms.
Wherever he went, everyone and everything within three feet of his body were overturned and destroyed.
Like a hurricane passing by, long swords and daggers were scattered on the ground, and the villa disciples were everywhere wailing and writhing.
There is an open space in the backyard of the villa. This is the forbidden area of Zhijian Villa, and it is also the place where Zhuge Qingyun, the owner of the villa, retreats to practice.
At this time, Zhuge Qingyun and the leader of the white-clothed sect stood opposite each other, their eyes meeting in mid-air.
Every plant and tree around seemed to be still, and even the wind had stopped flowing.
"Tell me, where did you get that scene in the secret room?" asked the sect leader in white.
Zhuge Qingyun smiled: "I won't tell you."
The sect leader in white said: "Is that Biyun?"
Zhuge Qingyun did not deny it.
The white-clothed sect leader's eyebrows moved and his breathing became a little faster.
"Old Zhuge, I'm so sorry to say this to you, don't try to be mysterious and arrogant!"
The sect leader in white raised the jade Xiao in his hand and pointed it at Zhuge Qingyun:
"I'll ask you one last time. If you don't answer, I will destroy this Sword Forging Villa and let your disciples and grandchildren be buried with you for your stubbornness!"
Zhuge Qingyun raised his hand and smoothed his gray goat's beard, and said with a smile: "If you destroy my villa, I will go to Suolong Mountain, destroy the tomb, and uproot your peach blossom forest!"
"you……"
The sect leader in white was so angry that his fingers were trembling.
Zhuge Qingyun said: "Old Bai, your irritable temper has not changed at all! I originally thought that these thirty years of retreat from the world would help you cultivate your moral character and guard against arrogance and impatience..."
"Shut up, old man Zhuge!" The white-clothed sect leader impatiently interrupted Zhuge Qingyun's words.
"Stop beating around the bush with me here and come up with your conditions. What will it take for you to tell me the origin of that painting! Where have you seen Biyun before?" he said.
Zhuge Qingyun smiled: "Old Bai, these are two questions!"
The white-clothed sect master held Yu Xiao's fingers and made a squeaking sound.
Zhuge Qingyun shifted his gaze from the fingers of the white-clothed sect master to his face.
"You promise to compete with me, and I will tell you where you got this portrait. How about it?" Zhuge Qingyun said.
The white-clothed sect leader nodded in agreement without even thinking.
"Okay, let's get started!"
He took a step back and raised the jade Xiao in his hand.
The bright moonlight fell on the jade Xiao, and the Xiao's body glowed with a misty white light.
"Draw out your sword!" The white-clothed sect leader urged again.
Zhuge Qingyun shook his head: "I won't compete with you now."
"Why?" the white-clothed sect leader asked.
Zhuge Qingyun said: "I will not compete with a disturbed person."
The white-clothed sect leader said, "Are you saying that I'm upset?"
Zhuge Qingyun said: "You know whether your heart is confused or not, why do you need me to tell you?"
The white-clothed sect master frowned.
After waiting for thirty years, if I had not held on to a glimmer of hope and hoped to reunite with Biyun in my lifetime, I would not have survived until now.
Finally got some news, how can you not be excited? Can your heart not be disturbed?
The white-clothed sect leader took a deep breath, brushed his robe and sat on the ground, crossing his legs and meditating.
Zhuge Qingyun said: "In three days, we will fight at the top of Yanta Mountain behind Zhujian Villa. If you beat me, I will tell you."
"If you lose..."
"Stop it!" The white-clothed sect leader interrupted Zhuge Qingyun's words, "You are worrying too much, I will definitely win!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden strange noise from the other side of the secret room, and then he saw a disciple from the Sword Forging Villa hurriedly coming towards this side.
"Master, something bad happened, the secret room was broken into..."
The disciple told Zhuge Qingyun everything about Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing's appearance, including the ghost doctor's death.
After hearing this, Zhuge Qingyun was surprised and then became excited.
"Hahaha, I've been waiting for it. I've finally waited and said that there is a treasure hidden in this kid's body!"
Zhuge Qingyun was eager to leave, but was stopped by the master in white.
"I'll protect Luo Fengtang!" he said.
Zhuge Qingyun raised his eyebrows.
The white-clothed sect master continued: "He is my nephew, the son of an old friend. I was entrusted by my old friend to come to your Sword Forging Villa to fish for someone."
"So?" Zhuge Qingyun asked again.
The white-clothed sect master curled his lips, raised the jade Xiao in his hand, and looked like he was fighting to the end.
…
Yang Ruoqing didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She just felt that she had had a long dream.
In the dream, it was all fighting, and the ground was covered with blood.
There was red, blood, and fire everywhere.
She ran in this chaos, and she saw Luo Fengtang. From his hair to his toes, everything was dyed red, like a bloody phoenix, like a burning fire!
When she found him, she happened to see him tearing apart the ghost doctors with his hands, one after another.
"Tangyaozi, don't tear it up, don't tear it up..."
Yang Ruoqing rushed up to hug him, but he was shaken away by his internal force, causing her internal organs to burn like fire.
Seeing him going crazy, Yang Ruoqing could only cry and shout helplessly.
The internal organs are getting hotter and will be burnt. Water, water, it would be nice if there was water...
When she was dazed, someone gently held up her head, and the warm and sweet liquid flowed into her mouth.
It slid all the way down the throat, as if the dry scorched earth was greeted by a sweet rain...
When she opened her eyes again, it was night.
The candlelight in the room was dim, and her hand was held tightly by a pair of warm, calloused hands.
She turned her head and saw Luo Fengtang lying beside the bed, seemingly dozing off.
Her eyes softened, and she raised her other hand and gently stroked his hair.
He woke up immediately and raised his head to see that she was awake, his bloodshot eyes shining with surprise.
"Qing'er, you're finally awake!"
"How do you feel about this? Are there any other discomforts on your body?" he asked in a low voice.
Yang Ruoqing felt it carefully and shook her head gently: "Fortunately, except that she doesn't have much strength, there is nothing special about it."
Actually, my chest still hurts a little...
He was hit by the palm of the white-clothed sect leader before, and he recovered 60 to 70%, but he received a solid slap from the ghost doctor again.