Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Yunli. The move just now had no logic at all, it was just a casual swing of the sword. With just such a casual shot, Mo Huai, who was an expert in swordsmanship, was knocked down.
It is obviously impossible for such a young girl to be a master of swordsmanship. There is only one possibility. Her strength is extraordinary.
As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten levels, but cultivation cannot achieve absolute suppression. Against such a brute force monk, no matter how exquisite swordsmanship is, it cannot be used.
Yunli took off the heavy sword and stuck it on the ground. The little black chicken flew over from the side and stood on the sword pier, with his head raised high, looking proud.
Mo Huai's pale face flushed, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Senior Brother Mo!"
Manager Xu shouted, taking a few steps forward to help him.
Mo Huai waved his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. He looked at Yunli with a strange look in his eyes. After a long time, he said: "You are really not suitable to be a sword boy. I still have one less Taoist boy who is responsible for daily life, and it's you. "
"ha?"
Yunli is numb, brother, why are you holding on to me? There are so many girls here who are willing to serve you tea and water for free, why are you holding on to this Taoist nun?
Alarm bells rang in her heart. Could it be that she had revealed her secret?
No, she stayed at Xiaomu Peak for most of the month of Taiyi Sect. The few times she went out, she just chatted about some gossip. It was normal for new disciples to find more people to chat with when they wanted to learn about the sect.
Manager Xu glanced at his expression and asked cautiously: "Senior Brother Mo, why is this?"
Not only was Yunli's behavior strange, but the other onlookers were also puzzled. Apart from her strength, they didn't see anything special about this girl. She was quite cute and cute, but there were many little girls of this type in the yard. .
Mo Huai twitched the corner of his lips: "She looks a bit like my late little cousin between her eyebrows."
Everyone suddenly realized that this was the case. While sighing at Mo Huai's affection, they couldn't help but envy Yunli's parents for giving birth to a child that looked like Mo Huai's little cousin.
Yunli suspected that this reason was not made up, right?
She glanced at Mo Huai, who suddenly had a feeling of sadness all over her body. She felt a little shaken in her heart. Maybe she was thinking too much. During this period, she was honest and did nothing. There was no accident when she started climbing the ladder. There was no reason for her to be discovered. ah.
Pointing to the black-crested pheasant on the sword pier, she reminded again: "I have a mission."
Mo Huai: "Junior Brother Xu."
Manager Xu hurriedly said to Yunli: "I will arrange for someone to take over immediately. You can go without worries."
Yunli: ""
Seeing that she still didn't respond, some people couldn't help but mutter: "Really, she is still resisting such a good thing. Could it be that she has some ulterior secret?"
Yunli has a black face, but your uncle Mo Huai has a secret that he can't tell anyone. How can he force others to be his maid?
She took a deep breath. The matter had come to this, and any further refusal would really arouse suspicion. She had no choice but to hold her nose and agree.
Forget it, it's not all beneficial to think in another direction. At least the chance of meeting his cousin is much greater. As both are disciples of the True Lord, Mo Huai should have a lot of chances to meet his cousin.
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The night was dark, like endless layers of thick ink smeared on the sky, without even a glimmer of star.
In the cave, the bright light of the fluorescent stone slanted from the top of the cave. Wen Ming lay motionless on the ground, his eyes closed, his face red, beads of sweat on his body, and his whole body was burning hot.
Yue Yi frowned: "You have to go back to the pavilion quickly, this poisonous antidote pill can't cure it."
Unexpectedly, the flower-backed eight-eyed spider silk was smeared with poison. Although Qianjiu's timely rescue saved him from being immediately dismembered and died, the strange poison on the spider silk put him in crisis again.
Wei Lin solemnly said: "His wounds have not yet been bonded. If he is moved at this time, he will definitely die."
On the way out of Yuan'an Temple, the fractured area cracked. After escaping from Yuan'an Temple, they spent a whole night helping to piece it together. However, the tendons and veins were severed, leaving only the Dantian and heart veins intact. His spiritual power could not flow freely, and the fracture His healing was even slower, and they could only rely on the two of them to take turns using their own spiritual power to warm him up.
Under such circumstances, no matter how careful you are on the way back, there will inevitably be fluctuations, not to mention that there are monks and mortal warriors outside looking for them. Once they encounter them, a fierce battle will inevitably take place.
At that time, all previous efforts would be wasted, and Wen Ming would most likely die on the spot.
Seeing Wen Ming like this, Yue Yi couldn't help but feel sad. Wen Ming was the great-grandson of Mang Zhong. Although this matter had nothing to do with them, if he met someone as extreme as Jing Shi, he could be involved in anything. relation.
If Wen Ming really has bad intentions and Mang Zhong wants to vent his anger on them, the master's temperament may not protect him. He glanced at the silent Wei Lin and couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy. Qianjiu was in the pavilion. He was clearly aware of the embarrassing situation here.
While Yue Yi was thinking, Wei Lin was also pondering, why on earth would such a task be given to them for several foundation building periods?
If he was the only one, he would suspect that someone in the pavilion was targeting him again, but Wen Ming and Yue Yi were also sent out. Yue Yi aside, Mang Zhong looked at Wen Ming, his great-grandson, like a ball in his eye. With Wen Ming here, the possibility of this mission being a trap is almost zero.
In Canye Pavilion, no one dares to offend the three great assassins at the same time, not even the Pavilion Master.
As for Yue Yi's worry about Wen Ming getting into trouble and being targeted by Mang Zhong, he was not worried at all. He had no worries if he had too many debts. Because of his master's abandonment, there were many people in the pavilion who were targeting him openly or secretly.
Those who are dissatisfied with the Master dislike him because he is his disciple; those who admire the Master are also dissatisfied with him because the Master is humiliated by having such an unfaithful disciple; and some people feel that if it had not been for his appearance , he can also become a killer and make things difficult for him in every possible way.
Now he sees clearly that masters and disciples are all empty. Only when they become stronger can they truly gain a foothold in Canglan Continent.
At the moment, he was focused on another thing. His fingertips slid over the jade box at his waist. Ever since he got the bead, the malice in his mind had become much less intense, and he felt a sense of peace around him.
While practicing Qigong, there were still people singing faintly in his ears. Whenever he wanted to feel it carefully, those peaceful and quiet Sanskrit chants disappeared without a trace, as if he had an illusion.
Suddenly, there was a shadow cast on his face from above. He was startled and looked up suddenly. A blue butterfly landed on the fluorescent stone on the roof of the cave. The shadow swayed as its pink-blue wings flapped.
"Bamboo Spirit Butterfly?"
Wei Lin was vigilant, this place was ordinary and the spiritual energy was so thin that how could there be monsters!
Furthermore, the Bamboo Spirit Butterfly is sensitive to odorants, so when it appears here, it must be tracking!
Along the way, they paid attention to leaving no traces as much as possible, except for the emergency situation in Yanming Tower that day, so they only used the dust removal technique and left.
Just as he was guessing, Yue Yi suddenly said: "Isn't this Senior Sister Lan Shu's Bamboo Spirit Butterfly?"
Blue book?
Wei Lin's heart was even more alarmed. He remembered Lan Shu's words of 'take care' before leaving. Could it be that her target was not Ah Li, but herself?
Yue Yi was surprised: "Did the government send someone to pick us up?"
Wei Lin half-squinted: "Did you deliver the news to the pavilion?"
Yue Yi felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he immediately calmed down. Yes, they were still in Jiang Kingdom. Wen Ming was seriously injured inside, and there were nearby monks searching outside. The stronghold they knew was far away near Qingyang City. I couldn't get away and rushed to deliver the message.
In his consciousness, several men in black were walking straight towards the cave. The first one was clearly Lan Shu.
After a cup of tea, Lan Shu had already led people into the cave, "Senior Brother Wen, Junior Brother Qianjiu, and Junior Brother Yue Yi, I'm here to pick you up."
Before she even came up to him, she smiled and said hello from a distance.
Her smile stopped abruptly after seeing the warmth in the cave, and her face was filled with shock and anger: "What's going on?"
"What else could happen? It's just an accident."
Yue Yi felt a little weird. Lan Shu came forward to issue this task. He was a little angry. Everything in Yuan'an Temple frightened him. He almost felt that Wen Ming was not the only one lying on the ground now.
All the way to immortality
