There were several empty rooms in the backyard of the bookstore. Qin Keyuan was in retreat in the underground darkroom. There was no one else in the backyard.
When they arrived at the bookstore, Zhao Ning pointed out several rooms to them, and Meng Congyi asked strangely, "Isn't Brother Lin here?"
"He has something to do." Zhao Ning said vaguely, and then added, "It's getting late. You should rest early."
"Okay." Meng Congyi nodded, then chose a room next to Zhao Ning and went in. The third prince also followed, and the two of them talked quietly.
Zhao Ning didn't pay much attention. She was thinking in her heart, Third Prince, is he here to capture Li Wei personally?
"Miss Lin." At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly came from beside her. Zhao Ning turned around and saw the attendant. Under the light, the person was slightly bowed, and the scars under the half-mask were even more obvious.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Ning asked.
The attendant then said, "I don't know where the kitchen is here. The third prince needs to take some decoction before going to sleep."
It’s rare to hear anyone taking decoction before going to bed. Zhao Ning knew some pharmacological knowledge but didn’t ask any more questions. He just said, “I’ll take you there.”
He took the attendant to the kitchen. The attendant asked others to fetch the medicinal materials and medicine jars that were brought with him in the car. He was busy with them skillfully. After a while, the strong aroma of medicine overflowed in the kitchen.
The attendant said again, "I'm sorry, the smell of this medicine is a bit strong, it may offend Miss Lin."
Zhao Ning sniffed the medicinal materials in the medicine and raised her eyebrows slightly. She was actually familiar with these medicinal materials. Almost 60% of them were the medicinal materials used by Yu Jingjue to refine the Ling Ling Dan back then, but they were not very old.
"It doesn't matter." Zhao Ning said. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he seemed to remember something and turned around and asked, "Don't you know your surname?"
"Miss Lin, you're welcome. I'm just a servant, following the lady with no name or surname."
"If Miss Lin doesn't mind, just call me Yan Nu."
Early the next morning, Zhao Ning opened the door of the bookstore. It was obvious that there were many Jianghu people in Jiang Yicheng. Everyone was looking forward to this decisive battle. They didn't know what charm these two people had that made the Jianghu people so angry. They flock to each other like ducks.
Zhao Ning was sitting behind the counter, drawing ancient cloud patterns as usual.
After a while, Meng Congyi walked in from the inner courtyard, stretched his waist, and saw Zhao Ning approaching with a smile.
She turned her head and glanced twice, "Hey, Sister Lin, what are you drawing? It looks very mysterious, like words, but not like words."
Zhao Ning paused and realized that Meng Congyi clearly had no cultivation. How could he see the original appearance of the ancient cloud patterns and not be affected by them at all?
Zhao Ning said calmly, "I also find it mysterious. I saw it in a book and imitated it."
She put down her pen and asked, "Ms. Meng, did you sleep well last night?"
"Very good." Meng Congyi nodded happily, "Your bookstore is quiet and quiet, which makes people feel very comfortable."
Zhao Ning slowly folded the paper with the ancient cloud pattern drawn on it, not wanting to expose the ancient cloud pattern again.
"Yesterday I saw Mr. Huangfu following you into the room. What are you doing?"
"Oh, sister Lin, don't get me wrong." Meng Congyi quickly retorted, "Brother Huangfu and I are just brother and sister. We grew up together. Well, we have been together for ten years since we were eleven or twelve years old. A good friend."
"Master Huangfu doesn't seem to be in good health? I know some pharmacology and can help him."
These elixirs that can solidify and nourish the soul are not easily available, even for the princes of the mortal dynasty, and the prescriptions were improved by Yu Jingjue who spent a lot of time. Zhao Ning even thought that if there was someone in Nanjing who knew how to make elixirs, this spirit-melting elixir would I'm afraid I've already started practicing again.
Meng Congyi was in a dilemma, "Sister Lin, don't worry about Brother Huangfu. Although he looks weak and drinks extremely bitter soup every day, his health is particularly good. We heard about this decisive battle and wanted to come over to watch. We were a little far away." Even though we were traveling day and night, Brother Huangfu’s expression didn’t change, but I was almost paralyzed from exhaustion.”
"Then I don't know what kind of disease Mr. Huangfu has. Strange diseases and ingenious cures will help me gain some insights."
Meng Congyi looked confused, "I don't know what the disease is. A few years ago, when I was traveling in the mountains and rivers in Nanjing, I was tricked and fell off a cliff. I was delayed for a long time, and my servants couldn't find him immediately. There is a golden roc on the cliff, and the more people there are, the more violent it gets."
"Jinpeng?"
Zhao Ning paused, and there was a situation in her memory that was very similar to this.
But at this moment, the third prince and Yan Nu came out. The third prince smiled and said, "What are you talking about?"
"Sister Lin said that she is proficient in pharmacology and can treat you."
The third prince glanced at Zhao Ning and bowed politely to Zhao Ning, crossing his arms and saying, "Thank you very much for worrying about me, miss. I know what I'm doing so I don't have to worry about it."
Since she was speechless, Zhao Ning just nodded in agreement.
Meng Congyi still wanted to talk to Zhao Ning. Maybe the intersection of fates back then made her particularly friendly, but the third prince said at this time, "Congyi, didn't you say you were going to Jiang Yicheng for a walk last night?"
Meng Congyi liked walking around the streets the most. Hearing this, he felt excited and turned around to ask Zhao Ning if he wanted to go with him.
Zhao Ning shook her head and pointed to the door, where an old man walked in nervously.
"I...I want to write a letter. I don't know if I can."
Zhao Ning stood up and greeted, "Of course it's okay. Sit here, old man."
Then he rejected Meng Congyi incidentally. Meng Congyi knew that Zhao Ning had business, so he didn't extend any invitations.
The old man sat in his seat and said, "My son was called to the front line and said he was going to fight Wu Ming. I really can't worry about it."
There seemed to be a lot of letters like this these days. Zhao Ning spread out the paper and said, "Don't be impatient, old man. Please speak slowly. I heard that Wu Ming has suffered from floods and famine recently. If you want to recover from it, you will inevitably start a war in the chaos."
"Young lady, you are wrong. My son said that we, Nanjing, took the initiative to fight. Don't you think this is just a crime?"
Zhao Ning paused and attacked Dayue and Wu Ming at the same time. This Nanjing was indeed a little too crazy.
But the old man didn't know that much. His son was just a soldier, and he didn't know much about the military strategy. The next thing he said was some instructions.
After two days in a row, the number of people in Jiang Yicheng increased visibly.
During the day, Zhao Ning also saw He Qiu and others. They looked downcast and sighed as they spoke. Not to mention Li Wei, not even the witch Chen Zhuer saw them.
In this decisive battle that shocked the entire Nanjing martial arts world, the two protagonists seemed to have disappeared in Nanjing.
Until night, the moon hangs high and the moonlight is bright.
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of the fire." The watchman's whistle sounded.
In the quiet Jiangyi City, countless windows facing the South City Gate and Jiulin Tower were open, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at the beginning of the decisive battle.
He Qiu, Ren Jue and others hid under the south city wall, waiting with bated breath for the protagonist to appear.
"Close the doors and windows to prevent theft." The clock rang again.
Suddenly, a woman in red appeared on the city wall. The night wind blew the hem of her clothes. She stood with a sword in her arms. She was particularly brave and not impatient. She closed her eyes slightly and stood on the top of the tower.
Jiulin Tower is a twin tower. She stood on the top of one tower, waiting for the arrival of the other person on the opposite tower. She really looked like a peak duel.
But everyone was waiting until the third watch sounded.
"It's three o'clock at midnight, everything is fine." Still no one was seen.
Pingyi Village in the southern suburbs is the best place to watch the battle, but because it has been haunted for many years, no one dares to get close, making it extremely quiet.
But if someone were here, they would definitely scream in fear. Without him, inside the invisible light curtain, countless blood was surging, and black mist filled the air, as if they wanted to rush out of the barrier, but seemed to be hesitating.
Until finally, the black mist and blood transformed into the figure of the female ghost. She sat on the roof and looked at Jiulin Tower sadly.
"Do you want him to come?"
At this moment, Zhao Ning's voice suddenly appeared behind the female ghost.
The female ghost was shocked. When she turned around, she saw Zhao Ning standing not far away with arms folded. She didn't even know when Zhao Ning appeared.
"Immortal... Immortal, I don't understand what you are talking about?"
Zhao Ning looked down at her. This female ghost seemed to have tidied herself up, and was no longer the messy look she had when she regained consciousness that night.
The blood-stained long dress was draped over her body, and her red lips were dripping with blood. She was even more charming than the enchantress on the Nine Lin Tower.
"Oh? It seems that I asked the wrong question." Zhao Ning said calmly, "Then let me ask you another question."
"When you see someone impersonating you, don't you want to go out and kill her?"
This question seemed inexplicable, but the female ghost understood it in an instant. She watched Zhao Ning's eyes fall on the heroine at the top of the tower.
She knew that the immortal in front of her had already guessed her identity, but she continued to quibble, "The immortal is joking, I am just a ghost. I can't do anything to kill people. I just want to... I just want to wait..." Just go and be reincarnated.”
"Who are you waiting for? Waiting for him to come?" Zhao Ning said lightly, "But when he comes, he will face the encirclement and suppression of Zhengyang Temple and countless martial arts masters. He will die."
"He won't die!" the female ghost suddenly shouted.
But this impulse completely exposed her identity, and she was actually the real witch Chen Zhuer.
The witch on Jiulin Tower pretended to be her, and her purpose was just to lure Li Wei out.
She didn't want Li Wei to come, but she was afraid that Li Wei wouldn't come. If Li Wei didn't come, would it mean that the friendship in those years was fake, but what if Li Wei came? Just like what Zhao Ning said just now.
At this moment, the female ghost covered her face in great pain. She wanted to cry, but her soul could not shed tears at all.
At this moment, the watchman knocked for the fourth time. It was already the last time for the battle, and Li Wei had not yet appeared.
The female ghost closed her eyes and mourned, "It turns out, it turns out, I am really just a passerby, hehe, hehehe."
At this moment, the female ghost's figure began to loosen up. She seemed to have lost her desire for the afterlife and life under this stimulation. She would rather dissipate in this world.
A bit of spiritual light bounced into her soul body, stopping the dispersion.
"Why?!" the female ghost screamed, "Why don't you let me die?"
Zhao Ning's expression didn't waver at all, she just said to him calmly, "Do you really think he didn't come?"
The female ghost was startled and looked in the direction where Zhao Ning's eyes were locked, only to see a figure appearing in the woods outside.
She lunged forward, but invisible restrictions blocked her from breaking out.
At the same time, the woman on Jiulin Tower also noticed the figure in the woods and raised her eyebrows slightly, "You're still here."
She didn't even move, and the Zhengyangguan people hiding under the south city wall rushed directly into the forest.
As soon as she saw Zhengyang's movements, the female ghost panicked and kept beating the restraints, "No, no, no, run away quickly, Wei Lang, run away quickly."
The figure is indeed Li Wei, and his appearance is exactly the same as that in the painting in Zhengyang Temple.
As expected of the bloodline left by the Li family in the mortal world, coupled with the elixir given by Immortal Master Baiyun back then, he was not at a disadvantage under the siege of many people in Zhengyang Temple, but he was unable to escape.
But at this moment, the people on Jiulin Tower rushed over. Her joining turned the whole situation upside down, and Li Wei fell into trouble step by step.
Seeing Li Wei being kicked out, the female ghost cried out "Wei Lang", then turned to look at Zhao Ning, "Immortal, Immortal, please save Wei Lang, I know you immortals are not I don’t interfere in ordinary affairs, but the group of Taoist priests from Zhengyang Temple who have magic are also involved, I beg you to uphold justice."
Zhao Ning looked down at her. Li Wei had taken Baiyun Immortal Master's elixir. This injury could not even hurt Li Wei's flesh. Perhaps this fight was just because Li Wei wanted to confirm who the woman was.
The female ghost has been friends with Li Wei for several years. Even if she doesn't know about the elixir, she still knows about the miraculous power of Li Wei's body. In this situation, it seems that she is overly worried and has become confused.
During the period of time when Zhao Ning was silent, the female ghost seemed to be afraid that Zhao Ning would not agree, and said, "Immortal, as long as you can save Wei Lang, I will say anything and let you do whatever you want. Please."
Zhao Ning looked at her caring for Li Wei and thought that Chen Zhuer probably really loved her to the core.
With a slight movement of his fingertips, the wind suddenly began to stir in the forest, and the messy objects on the ground flew into the air, instantly confusing the eyes of the people surrounding him.
