"It's either your father or Lu Chengnan. Your father's case is more likely." Cai Zhaohu's expression dimmed, "Oh, you are right about one thing. If Taichu Guan had put down its prejudices and asked my aunt for help, Wu Yuanying might have been able to do it. Rescue."
Shi Tieqiao and Chang Haosheng were both close to Cai Pingshu, but Taichu Guan always had a grudge against Cai Pingshu, and they had numerous verbal conflicts. Therefore, when everyone heard that Wu Yuanying was dead, Shi Chang and Chang both sighed and passed away without asking Lu Chengnan or Mu Zhengming to inquire about Wu Yuanying's body.
Mu Qingyan frowned, something flashed through his heart, but he couldn't catch it.
"The Hanhai Mountains are so big, with a maze of stalagmites, and stone carvings of tigers and leopards all over the place. If no one knows how to find it, who can find it?" Cai Zhao still sighed to himself.
"That stone sculpture is not a tiger or leopard, but an eight-clawed beast." Mu Qingyan laughed, suddenly shocked, and his expression suddenly changed, "Towering stalagmites, a maze, an eight-clawed beast, that's... that place!"
At this time, the children on the opposite side started to make a noise. Two of them restrained a fat boy on both sides. The third boy smiled and scratched the fat boy's belly with a dog's tail grass. The fat boy became anxious and bumped into it.
Two girls watching the show clapped their hands and laughed, and one even fell into the arms of the little sister next to her.
Mu Qingyan stood up suddenly, and sparks from the half-burned dry mugwort scattered on the ground.
Cai Zhao was startled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Zhaozhao!" Mu Qingyan pulled the girl up, his eyes shining brightly, "I know how Changjia Wubao leaked the route, let's go quickly!"
The golden-winged roc flapped its powerful wings in the colorful dusk sky, crossing the winding rivers and dense mountains, overlooking the doll-like houses and villages on the ground below in the cool summer wind.
An hour later, Mu and Cai arrived at Wu'an City. The people in the city told them that the memorial ceremony was over and the Beichen disciples had moved to Taichu Temple.
So Mu and Cai boarded the golden-winged roc again and arrived at Taichu Temple in the upper reaches of Suchuan River in less than half an hour.
The vast Taichu Temple is brightly lit with swaying figures.
There was a dark path outside the door on the west side. Cai Zhao saw Fan Xingjia swinging back from the outside carrying a fragrant oil-paper bag. She went up and pulled him behind a tree.
"Zhao Zhao, why did you come back!" Fan Xing's eyes almost bulged out when he saw it was Cai Zhao, "You just walked away. Do you know that we are in chaos later!"
Then he saw Mu Qingyan again, and was so shocked that he almost screamed, "You, you, you, how dare you follow me! Do you know that the six Beichen sects in Taichu Temple are now gathered together!"
Mu Qingyan smiled, and Cai Zhaoqi said: "Six sects are gathering together? Isn't it just my father, master, and Uncle Zhou who are coming to worship the Chang family? Also, why are you buying roast chicken in the middle of the night?"
"In order to commemorate the Chang family, they ate vegetarian food for half a month, and then moved into a Taoist temple. Three meals a day were made of clear soup and little water. What's wrong with me buying a roast chicken to satisfy my cravings!" Fan Xing's family was so aggrieved that they almost cried.
"Originally there were only three of us, but for some reason Sect Master Song suddenly came. Since all five sects are here, Sect Master Song called Sect Master Yang to come too, saying that it was not good to leave one family alone."
Mu Qingyan raised the corners of his lips, "It must be Song Yuzhi who wrote to him and asked me to come."
Cai Zhao moved his feet uneasily: "Will something big happen after I leave?"
"Speak for yourself!" Fan Xingjia almost shouted.
"After the issue of your breaking off the engagement broke out, Master Cai Valley first questioned Master Zhou, while Master Song stood aside and laughed."
"Then Master Zhou asked Clan Master Song if he had any plans. Of course Clan Master Song said no."
"Then Master grabbed Master Song by the collar and scolded him for canceling the engagement. Why did he let Junior Sister Lingbo suffer?"
"Master Yang then mentioned his daughter Yang Xiaolan to Master Song. Unexpectedly, Master Song said that he had just approved his horoscope recently. The master concluded that it would be better for his youngest daughter-in-law to be named Cai, and that his second daughter-in-law should be married later, and that his eldest daughter-in-law should be married later. You can name her Yang."
"Clan Master Yang's face turned dark at that time and asked Clan Master Song what he meant. Clan Master Zhou also scolded 'Song Shijun also said you have no intention'!"
"Everyone got into a quarrel, and Master Wang had to come from Taichu Temple to persuade them to make peace."
Mu Qingyan looked at the girl with a smile, "The six Beichen sects are indeed like brothers and sisters."
"It's a small quarrel and bickering, it's no big deal." Cai Zhao said calmly, "Senior Brother Fan, do you know where Master Wang Yuanjing lives?"
"I know, it's at Sanqingzhai on the westernmost side of Taichu Temple." Fan Xingjia said, "I've done several errands for Master."
"Brother, please give us some directions. We need to..."
Before Cai Zhao finished speaking, Mu Qingyan interrupted, "Don't go to such trouble, let him come along and be a witness for us."
Cai Zhao hesitated and said, "Should I call the Third Senior Brother to have more witnesses?"
"Why don't we call all the six Beichen sects and let the three halls review it." Mu Qingyan retorted.
"Forget it, Senior Brother Fan is enough." Cai Zhao gave up, "He is articulate and has a good memory. I think he is quite suitable."
"What are you going to do? What are you trying to drag me to do?!" Fan Xing's family looked at the two of them in fear, "I haven't eaten my roasted chicken yet. It will be cold soon!"
Chapter 110
Wang Yuanjing was alone in the house burning incense.
No matter how noisy the rain outside is, his hands are always so steady, his movements are more delicate and gentle than a boudoir girl tracing her eyebrows in the mirror, and his breathing is long and light, never raising a trace of powder.
This is the basic upbringing of a child of a distinguished family.
After placing a stove of incense, Wang Yuanjing stood up and poured himself a cup of tea. There was no one serving him inside or outside the house.
He liked quietness since he was a child. Later, he even forgot whether he really liked quietness or the status and glory it brought.
In a big family with many children and grandchildren, being able to own a quiet and elegant courtyard by yourself means that the family recognizes and values you. When he was young, his wet nurse would encourage him like this every time he complained about the crowded environment.
Therefore, after entering Taichu Temple, Wang Yuanjing will always choose the most secluded place as his residence as long as circumstances permit.
For this reason, the fun-loving Wu Yuanying joked that he lived like a little old man...
Wang Yuanjing suddenly felt a pain in his hand. He looked down and saw that the teacup was cracked and there was a trace of blood on his white palm.
He placed the broken porcelain pieces on the table one by one, got up and went to the inner room to get a jar of gold sore medicine.
In fact, Wu Yuanying could only suck a few bites of such a flesh wound on her body, but Wang Yuanjing didn't want to. His body was so skinny, so how could he be treated lightly by his parents? However, because of this, it is clear that his cultivation level is higher than that of his junior brother Qiu Yuanfeng, but every time he fights with real swords and spears, his gains are not as much as Qiu Yuanfeng's.
Master Cang Huanzi sighed more than once, worrying that his good-tempered disciple would suffer in the future. You must know that many people in the world are licking their own blood, and only the brave will survive when they meet on a narrow road.
However, what is ironic is that Wang Yuanjing became the last one among the three brothers.
Coming out of the inner room in a daze, Wang Yuanjing was suddenly shocked——
A young and beautiful man in black sat quietly where he had been sitting just now, looking at him with a smile.
The new leader of the Demon Cult, Mu Qingyan!
Wang Yuanjing's pupils shrank sharply, and he reflexively grabbed the sword on the wall.
Mu Qingyan raised his left hand, and an empty tea cup flew straight over. Wang Yuanjing had to turn around and get out of the way.
"Master Wang, please be patient." Mu Qingyan smiled and said, "If I wanted to make a sneak attack, I wouldn't sit here and wait for you. To be honest, this junior has some things that I don't understand and I want to ask Master Wang. "
In the long history of the confrontation between the Six Beichen Sects and the Demonic Cult, it was not always a fight to the death like a black-eyed chicken. Occasionally, there were times when they could talk calmly.
Wang Yuanjing suppressed his uneasiness and said calmly: "Master Mu is young and promising, Yuan Jing does not dare to use the word 'asking for advice'."
Thinking of the two eavesdroppers hanging under the eaves outside the house, Mu Qingyan had no time to be polite to Wang Yuanjing, "It's very simple, who is the person instigating Master Wang behind the scenes?"
——It rains abundantly in summer, and Taichu Temple is full of vegetation and bamboo huts. The crackling raindrops hit the grass and bamboos. Added to the croaking of frogs and insects, Wang Yuanjing was restless, which just covered the breathing of Cai Zhao and Fan Xingjia. Voice.
Wang Yuanjing felt as if he had been thrown a handful of incense in front of him, and he didn't know how to react for a moment: "... Yuan Jing doesn't know what he admires the leader of."
"Unclear? Oh, then let me make it clearer." Mu Qingyan: "Who is the person who instructs Headmaster Wang to find out the path of the Changjia Wubao formation?"
Wang Yuanjing turned his head and threw himself at the sword on the wall with such ferocity that he didn't even care about the huge empty door behind him.
Cai Zhao, who was hiding under the eaves, saw this situation and couldn't help but believe Mu Qingyan's calculation a little more, and winked at Fan Xingjia beside him. Fan Xingjia broke out in a cold sweat. He was a smart man, and he knew something was wrong when he saw this posture - after being framed with nonsense, this should not be the reaction.
In the short moment when the junior brother and sister exchanged glances, the two people in the room had already passed seven or eight moves.
Wang Yuanjing still failed to take off the sword. Instead, he was hit on the left shoulder by a palm. He took several steps back before standing still. However, the opponent on the opposite side did not take the opportunity to kill him.
His chest heaved violently, and he said angrily: "What do you want, Mu! Although I am not your opponent, I am not afraid of you! Even if you kill me today, you will not even think about humiliating the reputation of Taichu Guan!"
"I really can't shed tears until I see the coffin, okay, let's talk openly." Mu Qingyan stood in the middle with his hands behind his hands, "I was also present that night when Changjia Wubao was massacred. It was indeed Nie Zhe's Tiangang Disha who did it. camp, but there was someone else who led them to Wubao without anyone noticing."
"The Changjia Wubao's Lost Tracing Array needs to change its eye every four years. Every time the direction of the eye is changed, the previous path will be completely destroyed. In other words, the guide must defeat the Changjia Mysterious Tracking Array within four years. , However, since the death of the heroine Cai Pingshu three years ago, Daxia Chang has hardly left home, and all food, water and vegetables are self-sufficient in the mountains. How on earth can the guide break through the lost formation?"
Wang Yuanjing said coldly: "Isn't there still you? You have been recovering from your injuries in Changjiawu Fort for a year, and you have figured out all the formations."
Mu Qingyan smiled, "More than a year ago, I was injured and escaped from the Netherworld. I did not enter the Changjia Wubao on my own. Instead, I released the news in a secret place agreed between my father and Chang Daxia. Waiting for Chang Daxia Xia saw the signal and came to pick me up the mountain. I was unconscious when I went up the mountain, so I didn't know the formation of the mysterious formation at all."
Wang Yuanjing said: "Daxia Chang is dead, now it's not all up to you."
Mu Qingyan smiled: "I know very well that I am not the 'guide', and Master Wang, you also know very well in your heart. It's just you and me here, so don't deny it."
Wang Yuanjing was furious: "What are you denying? I have never been to Changjiawu Fort, so how can I lead the way for the demon sect!"
"You don't need to go up the mountain, you can lead the way." Mu Qingyan said quietly, "Because although Chang Daxia stayed at home for three years after Cai Nuxia's death, more than three years ago, before Cai Nuxia passed away, In the past few months, he also brought an outsider into Wubao - Luo Yuanrong!"
Wang Yuanjing's expression changed drastically, and the expression on his face solidified instantly.
"That day at the memorial ceremony for Patriarch Beichen, Luo Yuanrong made it clear that more than three years ago she had another dispute with Qiu Yuanfeng over Wu Yuanying's whereabouts and was seriously injured. It was Chang Daxia who saved her. However, Chang Daxia has only a mediocre relationship with Taichu Guan, so it would be impossible for him to just happen to pass by and rescue Luo Yuanrong."
Mu Qingyan stared closely at the change in the other party's expression, "It should be you, the headmaster Wang, who sent the injured Luo Yuanrong to the foot of Wu'an Mountain - just ask the disciples in the temple later and you will know who brought him there in the first place. Gone is the injured Luo Yuanrong."
Wang Yuanjing's face turned pale.
Mu Qingyan continued: "There is a strange medicine in Luoying Valley called 'Xunzongxiang'. As long as the person who takes it does not use his power to resist, the body will emit a strange smell within two hours, and the hounds can track it. Later Zhaozhao told I, you Taichu Guan are the best at preparing medicine and refining elixirs among the six Beichen sects. If Mrs. Ning can accidentally get the 'Xunzong Incense', then Taichu Guan should be able to do it too."
"You gave the injured Luo Yuanrong some medicine like 'Xunzongxiang', and then pretended to be embarrassed and brought him to Wu'an City. Chang Daxia was so warm that he took Luo Yuanrong up the mountain to heal his injuries - I even suspected that Luo Yuanrong and Qiu Yuanfeng had a dispute. , you secretly instigated it too!"
Wang Yuanjing maintained his calm appearance and forced a smile: "One-sided words, nonsense! If I had figured out the Chang family's missing formation more than three years ago, why would I have waited more than three years to slaughter the Chang family!"
"Because there is a wide stream in front of Wubao." Mu Qingyan said slowly, "Once the tracking incense in Luoying Valley crosses the water, it will be unknown to the hounds. I think the same is true for the medicinal incense on Luo Yuanrong."
"When Luo Yuanrong was injured, you only found the general location of Changjia Wubao somewhere upstream of the stream. In order to hit it with one strike, the man behind the scenes did not dare to act rashly, but sent people Pretending to be a woodcutter and mountaineer, they searched secretly. It took three years for the person behind the scenes to finally figure out the terrain, location and other conditions of Changjiawu Fort, and then lure the thieves up the mountain."
Mu Qingyan stared at the middle-aged man opposite, "I'm right, Master Wang."
Wang Yuanjing suddenly burst into laughter, almost out of breath: "I'm laughing so hard, haha, it's a joke in the world! I killed Chang Haosheng, I slaughtered the entire Chang family... Hahaha, I have no grievances with the Chang family. Qiu, you should go out and talk about it and see how many people will believe the lies of you, a monster from the Demon Cult!"
Fan Xingjia outside the window turned his head and said silently, "That's right."
Cai Zhao pinched him with his backhand and mouthed the words "Shut up and listen carefully."
"You really had no reason to kill Master Chang." Mu Qingyan shook his head, "This matter was not your own intention, but was coerced by the person behind the scenes."
Wang Yuanjing laughed even harder and could hardly stand up - this was very rude to him who always behaved elegantly, "Threatening, hahahahaha, I come from a noble family, I sit upright and behave upright. Is there anything down there that can threaten me?"
"Of course it's Wu Yuanying."
The laughter stopped suddenly. Wang Yuanjing was like a chicken whose neck was pinched. A look of horror instantly appeared on his face. It seemed that the tragic scene of Wu Yuanying's limbs being chopped off and her nose and tongue cut off appeared again.
He murmured: "No, no, I didn't go to Dinglu Mountain. It wasn't me who caused senior brother to be captured. It was Qiu Yuanfeng. It was him..."
Mu Qingyan calmly said: "I'm not talking about the battle at Dinglu Mountain, but the time when the six factions attacked Netherworld Huangdao not long ago."
There was a flash of lightning in the sky, a deafening thunderclap, and the light rain suddenly turned into heavy rain, and it fell like splashing water.
