For a long time, Mo Huai suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said, "So, do you know where Can Ye Pavilion is?"
Ji Ruochen was silent.
"Don't tell me?" Mo Huai swung his long sword, and the tip of the sword was pressed against his throat.
"As long as I can get out alive, I will tell you everything I know." Ji Ruochen had cold sweat on his forehead and did not dare to move. "I am sorry for the death of Zhenjun, but I am also the one who was held hostage. I am willing to take credit for my crime. I will take you to destroy Canye Pavilion."
Su Xu was suspicious: "The killer's vigilance is not so low? Do you really know where Can Ye Pavilion is?"
"Devil May Cry, everyone who enters Can Ye Pavilion will take it."
Mo Huai sheathed his sword and said in a cold voice: "If you turn your merits into a crime, you probably want the antidote to Devil's Cry."
Ji Ruochen remained silent and acquiesced to his words.
Su Xu then asked: "Where are these people from Tiancanye Pavilion hiding? How did you escape?"
"After entering the secret realm, they ambushed the monks from the Liangyi Sect."
Mo Huai's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but interject: "Kill them all?"
Ji Ruochen nodded heavily, "Liangyi Sect is a sect of Tianwu Continent. Canye Pavilion knows nothing about them. If they want to replace them, they can only kill them all."
Mo Huai's eyes were red. He rubbed his brows to clear the images in his mind, "Continue."
"When they get here, they are going to ambush a female cultivator named Wen from your sect, leaving only one person to look after me."
"Junior Sister Wen?" Su Xu was surprised, "Why did they ambush her?"
She has a withdrawn and cold temperament. After becoming the personal bodyguard of the young master, except for occasionally going out with the young master, she has been practicing at Taiqing Peak and has not seen her say a word for ten and a half months.
Why would Canye Pavilion ambush such a person?
Ji Ruochen shook his head, "Later, Fairy Wen summoned the seventh-level Clouded Leopard, and they escaped. Just as my guard was about to take me away, Wei Jie appeared with the Blood Tiger Guards."
"He thought it was profitable, so he sneaked over. I took the opportunity to run away. When Wei Jie found out, he asked a Blood Tiger Guard to chase me, and then I met you."
Su Xu frowned, "Wei Jie is in the late stage of the Golden Core, and Junior Sister Wen has a seventh-level Clouded Leopard. The guards of Can Ye Pavilion should also be in the foundation building stage. How can it be profitable?"
Before Ji Ruochen could speak, Mo Huai said coldly: "With Wei Jie blocking the seventh-level Cloud Leopard, it is naturally profitable, and the people's hearts are not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant."
Su Xu was silent. What secret did Junior Sister Wen have that made the killer willing to take such a risk?
"Go and save Junior Sister Wen."
He rubbed his brows, it was okay if he didn't know. Now that he knew, there was no reason not to save people.
After the three of them walked away, a man stood up in the bushes not far away, brushed the grass blades on his body, and turned around.
"How did they find out we defected?"
Yunli was puzzled. After refining the panacea, they still behaved as before and did not immediately draw a clear line with Canye Pavilion.
Wei Lin sat comfortably on the banana fan, looking at the clouds passing by quickly, and casually replied: "They should have found out about my reward."
No problem has been found, and sooner or later the cabinet will suspect the person who offered the reward. Although he did not come forward directly, he had been to Qingzhou Mansion during that time.
There is no need for complete confirmation, as long as there is suspicion, the government would rather kill him by mistake than let him go!
But there is nothing that can be done about it. Divination is mysterious and unpredictable. If Qian Shu and Jin Lan continue to take advantage of it, Ah Li will be picked out sooner or later.
After thinking about it, Yunli said in surprise: "You wouldn't have kept Ji Ruochen in the first place just to let him expose it!"
Wei Lin changed into a comfortable position and fiddled with the spike of his sword carelessly, "I'm just going with the flow and placing my hopes on one person. I won't do such a stupid thing."
"What else did you do?" Yunli was curious.
Wei Lin waved, and she hurried over. Being so cautious, she was even more curious.
The corners of his lips raised slightly, and under her expectant gaze, Wei Lin slowly said, "Wait."
Yunli:......
"Hmph, forget it if you don't tell me. I won't tell you what arrangements we made."
Wei Lin said leisurely: "Isn't it just to arrange Xuanshuang Yanhu to join Taiyi Sect?"
"Huh? How did you know?" Yunli turned to look at Mu Yan, "Did you tell him?"
Mu Yan waved her hands repeatedly, "It's not me."
Wei Lin saw the old god in front of him, but he was really surprised in his heart. She really got Xuan Shuang Yanhu's family into Taiyi Sect.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk about life or death, Yunli felt a little depressed, and then said sternly: "It's not just this."
Canglan Continent, Taiqing Peak.
In the morning after the rain, the sun is beautiful and everything is fresh.
The girl in red walked slowly out of the green path, followed by a childish-looking little girl and a middle-aged man holding medicine.
Along the way, the Taiqing Peak disciples who got up early to practice greeted her one after another. The girl smiled and nodded, dignified and kindly.
When the three of them walked over, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl in red looked at her back, her eyes shining: "Uncle An is so pretty! She looks like she stepped out of a painting."
Another round-faced little girl next to her turned into a little fan girl and nodded crazily, "Yeah, she is a beautiful person with a kind heart and filial piety. It would be great if I also came from the Forgotten Land. I really want to be her Taoist boy and follow her." Learn to make alchemy."
"Is she filial?" an older female cultivator said with ridicule, "It's not like she cooks medicine and just talks about it. Who can't do that?"
Not to be outdone, the little girl in red said, "You don't have the chance to talk even if you want to, you're just jealous!"
The round-faced girl also said: "Uncle An is an alchemist, not a spiritual doctor. Naturally, the decoction of medicine must be done by a spiritual doctor."
The older female cultivator said with a dark face, "I'm too lazy to argue with you two little girls. She has almost become a joke to our Taiqing Peak. Who can be jealous of her?"
The idols were despised, and the two little girls were furious, "You are so old that you have only reached the seventh level of qi training, and you still have the nerve to talk about Master An!"
"It's just that when you see Master An, he's groveling and saying bad things about people behind their backs. He does one thing in front of his face and another behind his back, you villain!"
The older female cultivator stared at them fiercely and said grimly: "Those who talk a lot will not live long."
Although the two little girls were only at the fourth level of Qi training, they were not afraid at all and responded unceremoniously.
"What's the fuss about?" The male cultivator next to them was upset by their quarrel and stopped making secrets. "The master's personal teaching is something you can discuss. Don't risk your life!"
The two sides stopped arguing.
An Ran was unaware of everything behind her. At this time, she had already arrived at Taiqing Hall.
Today, it happened that Master Fuyue Zhenjun was also here. He looked at An Ran who walked in and said, "It's just the girl who is considerate. Please drink some medicine. Little An Ran is busy with all the work. Are you exhausted?"
An Ran bowed politely and said, "Master, I'm thinking of you. If something happens, I'll do my best. These are all things I should do. How can I be tired?"
Although Fuyu usually looks like a young man, his end is approaching and his body is no longer as strong as before. He was seriously injured by Jingzhe's sword energy and could not recover for a long time.
His face was pale and bloodless, and his green hair turned white. Although his skin was still tight and plump, his age could not be concealed between his brows and eyes.
He glanced at An Ran weakly and asked, "Have you encountered any problems while practicing?"
An Ran was moved and said with shame: "My master is ill and I still worry about him, so I am unfilial. I don't know why, I have been practicing hard over the years, but I haven't been able to touch the threshold of the golden elixir."
After talking about it, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
