"It's rare for you to relent," Rong Tong smiled, "But after leaving Kunlun, where can we go?"
The power of the Tianming Society is entrenched in Guandong, and Haixi's defense line is retreating steadily. If she had to choose a city in the hinterland of Junzhou, she would be the first to take action against the disciple selection fraud case, losing her status as an inner disciple of Kunlun. , I am afraid that those aristocratic sects will not give her good fruits to eat.
"Miss, maybe you should go back to Zhuzhou." Baoqin said.
"Oh?" Rong Tong raised his eyes in surprise, "But I am an impostor. Since Ziguang's mother clan has the ability to leave marks on people like you, they are overqualified and useless to serve a yellow-haired girl. I'm afraid that someone like me can still People can tell something is wrong before even entering the house.”
What's more, today's Zhuzhou is probably more chaotic than Junzhou. If Ziguang's mother clan is not the Asura clan, then it is probably being beaten by Asuras. No one can say for sure whether Ziguang came here to exchange and learn, or was it more to avoid disaster?
"You have to go back." Baoqin repeated persistently, "Listen, miss, three days ago, someone took away the soul lamp of the former miss from Tongchen Hall."
The soul lamp is one of the most frequently used props in cultivating immortals. In this world of cultivation, it is said that when a person dies, the light goes out. Masters often use this magic weapon to judge the living conditions of disciples who are not in front of them. As the name suggests, the working principle is usually tied to the soul of the monk.
Rong Tong was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Zi Guang's soul has long since dispersed. Isn't this the risk of his soul traveling through the world of cultivation? No matter how small the chance is, as long as someone does research, there is no guarantee that clues will not be discovered one day!
"Who took it away? Why and what to do?" The alarm bells rang in her heart.
"Do you still remember Jianfeng Zhong Ziqi?"
"...Who is that?"
Rong Tong actually didn't react for a moment. As she stared at him like a photo of his ID card, the monk's powerful memory finally allowed her to pull out the impression of this person from the corners of her eyes——
"Oh, oh oh oh... it's the cannon fodder CP shou... no, it's the Jianfeng hairy boy who came to the Law Enforcement Hall to pick on me, right?" She pinched her eyebrows, "What happened last autumn feels like it has happened all my life. Like..."
After having a long talk with Zhang Wei on New Year's Eve, she began to unknowingly relax about the so-called original plot, but she didn't expect that Bao Qin was still faithfully paying attention to her.
But mentioning Zhong Ziqi at this time obviously made Rong Tong very surprised, "What's wrong with him?"
"Over the past year, he has not picked up any of the jade pendants you mentioned, but he was the one who transferred the soul lantern of the former lady three days ago. At that time, other Jianfeng disciples who were confronting you in front of the Law Enforcement Hall were guarding outside. I guess I came here in response to him.”
Rong Tong said "fuck", is that the case? How long had it been before these passionate young men clung to her and wouldn't let her go? You have to put an end to this good-for-nothing like her for Kunlun, right? !
And the water here is very deep. According to common sense, if he can enter and exit Xuanhuang's Tongchen Palace at will in his small golden elixir stage, then Kunlun is really not far from being doomed!
"Before the incident, the fuse I buried on Zhong Ziqi's body was briefly disturbed for a period of time. I'm afraid it was caused by a powerful spell above the void stage."
Return period...
Rong Tong let out a long breath, "...They must have been tricked by Dang Mucang."
"It seems that who is behind Mucang's actions, Miss, you have already made a guess."
"Is it difficult to guess? Whoever wants to drag me to death will be the most suspicious."
Sima Zhao's intentions are known to everyone, but he still goes round and round to clear himself up and find temporary workers to take the blame. Isn't this a common problem among all ambitious people throughout the ages?
"Baoqin, tell me, what do they want to do?"
What else is there to gain from Ziguang?
Baoqin was silent for a while, "Generally speaking, the soul lamp is just a signal that is connected with the owner. There are generally three types of connections that use foreign objects to tie the human soul. To deal with ordinary people, just take the hair and teeth of the person. "And monks are generally introverted. If they want to sense it, they must first swallow the soul-melting pill and merge it with the Dantian for ninety-nine and eighty-one days."
"The most unbreakable connection is to sign a soul contract, which requires the soul to be cut off. Once the soul contract is completed, it cannot be reversed even if the body is a heavily tempered immortal body."
Rong Tong couldn't help but glance at Baoqin, but she just said calmly and calmly——
"But you know, people use hair and teeth to find people, and they also use witchcraft to cast curses on people. If the connection between your soul falls into the hands of others, it is a huge hidden danger anyway. Although cultivating the world is expressly prohibited, but——"
Baoqin said slowly, "Miss, do you still remember how the previous lady died?"
Ziguang Zhenren died in the Soul-Breaking Blade Wheel, an irreversible death curse.
Haixi...?
Rong Tong was silent for a moment, "Is the purple soul lamp okay? Since she has been reduced to ashes, logically speaking, the soul lamp should have been extinguished long ago."
"The soul-melting pill in that soul lamp is fake. It will keep lighting up like this, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit here."
Rong Tong was speechless for a while, "...So Ziguang's mother clan is really clever!"
"It's just that I'm too cautious, which makes me not believe anyone, and I have to think carefully." Baoqin hit the nail on the head.
But why would a wealthy family who was so interested in Ziguang be so cruel that they would not contact her for nearly two hundred years?
"The risk is very high, but we must go back. Otherwise, we will never know who Zi Guang is and who the enemy really wants to kill her."
Under the dim moonlight, the cloths burned in Rong Tong's hands and quickly turned into ashes.
However, it is easy to make a decision, but it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to leave Kunlun, the highest palace in Junzhou, which is like an iron barrel, without telling the Presbyterian Council. They have rehearsed several escape plans, but the success rate of each one is not very impressive, and it is also accompanied by huge risks and possible heavy prices.
"Did I act miserable enough just now?" Rong Tong held the window sill with one hand and jumped up to sit on it. She half-joked, "Will the Presbyterian Council suddenly show mercy and let us go directly?"
The expression on her face when she hugs Qin is very suitable for making a "but rice is not enough" emoticon.
"Okay, okay, then let's continue to discuss something practical." Rong Tong scratched his head, "Should we choose the first option, where you make noises and I attack the west, or the second bright correction path of the option, which is secretly used by Chen Cang... Well, I still suggest that we completely Forget about plan three, after all, it would be too tragic for you to hold back all the firepower while I run alone..."
"Miss……"
"And the main reason is that the practicality is not high... It's not that I don't believe in your strength, but let's present the facts and be reasonable. I don't think you can delay me running far..."
"Miss……"
"So the final outcome will probably be for both of us to get nothing. That's not how you try to be a hero - Hey!!"
By the time Rong Tong came to her senses, she was already lying flat on her back at a 90-degree angle, hitting the pillow with her back and falling on the bed. Darkness fell unexpectedly, and the clouds pressed down on her head and face like a dark cloud.
"Hiss..." She grinned and rubbed her tailbone, which seemed to be broken, as she climbed out of the quilt. She was still confused at which moment this smooth over-the-shoulder throw was completed?
As a result, the moment she regained her sight, she raised her head and faced a man's face——
"Junior sister... are you okay?" Master Qingxu beside the bed leaned down to look at her with concern.
"Cough cough cough..." Rong Tong hurriedly lifted the quilt up to his chin. The door of the master bedroom outside creaked shut, and Bao Qin was nowhere to be seen.
"It's... not good yet..." She weakly wiped the cold sweat on her forehead from the fright.
When did this person suddenly appear? Why doesn't the barrier in Tianbao Pavilion have any warning reaction at all? !
Master Qingxu sighed, "Hey... that's all..."
He took off a jade slip from his belt, and the gold lines on it suddenly lit up when he touched it. Rong Tong's hands hidden under the cloud quilt suddenly clenched tightly - this was Jun's decree from the Political Hall! It itself is a magic weapon with the oppressive power of the Mahayana period. No wonder even Baoqin couldn't sense it until the last few moments!
The jade slip clicked and was placed on Rong Tong's bedside.
Master Qingxu withdrew his hand and said, "Junior Sister, the Political Affairs Hall... agreed to let you go back... and the order was signed by Jinmu Yuanjun himself."
"What she means is that it is human nature to say that fallen leaves return to their roots. If you want to leave... you can leave now."
His tone was a little hesitant when he conveyed it. It was obviously a hopeless plea, but it was easily agreed to by the other party, and he himself was a little unable to react.
Rong Tong thought for a moment that he was hearing hallucinations. He failed to control his weak expression and accidentally fell into a dull state.
"Anyway... alas -" Master Qingxu had a complex expression on his face, and he could say a thousand words, but in the end he just let out a long sigh.
"The road ahead will be long, so please take care of yourself, Junior Sister Wanwang!"
As if it was just a matter of business, he came quietly and left without a trace.
Baoqin pushed open the door and walked in. The two exchanged glances. Finally, Rong Tong struggled to sit up, frowning and picking up the jade slips beside the bed.
"This is indeed an official Kunlun entry and exit order," Rong Tong said, rubbing his brows after confirming it many times, "The reason given above is 'returning to hometown to visit relatives'."
It's just pie in the sky, but needless to say, they always feel that things are too strange, and there seems to be some other ulterior motives hidden in it.
"There seems to be traces of magic fluctuations here -" she said suddenly.
"But I didn't feel it." Baoqin said that she didn't. She walked over to find out, but Rong Tong reached out and made a stop gesture, "It should be related to the comprehensive theory of Kunlun magic back then. I was in It seems that similar masking techniques have been seen in the extensions of their textbooks——"
She tentatively made a magic trick, and it didn't take any spiritual energy. It was just like using a formula to open a combination lock. A ray of silver light suddenly fell from the transparent air and fell on the quilt.
The metallic ring was exactly the same as the "punch clock" that Yuan Wailang of the construction hall left to her. It looked like something mass-produced on an assembly line.
She was silent for a long time, "...Senior Brother Qingxu has just entered the Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation Stage. He must be at least over six hundred years old, right?"
He also grew up in the era of Emperor Xuan for the first half of his life. Whether Zi Guang's "disease" can be cured or not, he actually knows as well as all the Kunlun monks who have come from that era of burning oil.
"Everyone can see it, both insiders and outsiders," she laughed at herself, "Do you dare to make this hole in the political hall more obvious?"
If she stays here, as long as she doesn't die, her secret will eventually be revealed and she will be killed. And who knows what is waiting for them on the way to Zhuzhou?
"Are you still leaving?"
"Let's go, but let's not go to Zhuzhou first."
