Yan Xinxuan.
In the garden, Elder Huang was picking fruits under a short tree.
The yellow and green fruits hang on the branches, and she can pick them with a little tiptoe. The plucked fruits are put into baskets.
"You're back, are you tired?"
Jing Yingrong shook his head and said, "I'm not tired."
Elder Huang turned around and looked at her with a smile: "I don't mean your physical body."
Jing Yingrong's expression was as calm as water: "I'm not tired at all."
"That's good."
Elder Huang said as he went to pick a larger fruit. The fruit was hanging a bit high, and even when she stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hands, she was still only a few inches away from it.
Of course this is not a problem for a monk.
However, Jing Yingrong took it off for her without tiptoing.
Elder Huang took the fruit and said: "These are the yellow cage fruits that I planted twenty years ago. I was supposed to let you try them, but they were not ripe yet and were sour to the teeth. I used them to make a Plant the sauce, and when it’s ready, I’ll give you a jar.”
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
Elder Huang stared at her carefully for a while, then said in a gentle and meaningful tone: "You said you weren't tired, but I think you should rest."
Jing Yingrong: "Rest?"
"Go meet your friends and have some fun," Elder Huang smiled, "It's not too busy here these days, and the manpower is barely sufficient. It doesn't matter if you play a little longer."
Jing Yingrong nodded.
Elder Huang remembered something and said, "Has it been two years since you entered the inner sect?"
Jing Yingrong thought about it for a moment and said, "Yeah."
"That being the case, you can also go out and relax. You don't have to do missions to go out. It's also possible to just have fun and gain experience, as long as you get the permission of the designated elders. And I happen to be one of the designated elders."
After saying this, Elder Huang winked playfully.
Jing Yingrong: "Will you give me permission?"
"Of course I'll give it to you, but you have to do me a little favor."
"What's the deal?"
Elder Huang pointed to the basket: "To make that kind of sauce, you also need a main ingredient called ganbailu. You can find some for me. I want it fresh."
The mirror reflects the appearance. Her expression suddenly moved slightly, and she made a grabbing movement with her palms. After spreading them out, a small cluster of dark flames burned in her palms.
It was Yin Xueze who came to see her for something.
…
In the Lanwu Ridge under the jurisdiction of the Dou Kuang Sect, somewhere in the middle of the mountain was hollowed out and turned into a secret lair.
This is the entrance to the Qingtang, the four halls of the Luo Wang League, which are yellow, red, green and black. It is extremely hidden. No one who is not in the middle or above the Luo King League has the right to enter, and ordinary people do not know it. exist.
However, the entrance to Qingtang, which used to be hidden and mysterious in the past, is now filled with people shouting for murder. It is only a matter of time before the location is completely exposed.
In the heart of the mountain, there is a meeting hall.
Several leaders of the Qingtang, headed by the hall master, all gathered here to discuss the next step.
"The Wufeng Sword Faction is still reinforcing, we can only withdraw now!"
"If we withdraw at this level, I'm afraid it will make the boss unhappy, so we can hold on for a while longer."
"I'm afraid it will be too late and I won't have the chance to retreat, and I will follow in Chitou's footsteps in vain!"
"Chitang has been destroyed. The only solution for now is to join Blacktang and Huangtang first and then make plans."
Several people were arguing when a figure suddenly ran in in a panic.
"It's not good, it's not good! The people from the Wufeng Sword Sect have already discovered this place and are about to break in from the main entrance! My subordinates are incompetent and unable to resist. Please evacuate quickly, the hall leader and the deputy hall master!"
The man's clothes were stained with blood, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth when he spoke. He was obviously seriously injured.
"So fast?!"
Several people looked at each other in shock.
The hall master immediately said decisively: "You guys quickly go outside to check the situation and find a suitable breakout direction. I will come later."
"As you command!"
Those people left quickly. The hall master was about to put away some valuables. When he passed by the person who reported the news, he felt something strange for no reason and couldn't help but pause.
He frowned and looked at the man who was half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes gradually hitting the other person's blood-stained face.
"...whose subordinate are you? I don't think I've seen you before."
The man said weakly: "Hall Master, I am, I am Qian Changhao's subordinate. The last time you met him in Chaizhou, I had just joined this alliance and I am not qualified to see you."
The name he mentioned had an impression on the hall master, and he had indeed seen it in Chaizhou. Not many people knew about it, so he immediately gave up his doubts and continued walking out.
The moment the hall master completely turned his back to the man, the man's figure suddenly disappeared.
The hall master only felt a wisp of cold air approaching his neck. His cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage suddenly exploded, and the invisible and material wind surrounded his body like spiral saw teeth.
"who!"
As soon as he shouted this word, he felt a chill on his neck.
A sharp scimitar was placed on his neck. Before the blade actually touched the skin, the sharp edge had already cut a bloody line on it.
The hall master smelled the smell of blood, and what shocked him even more was that the person who restrained him from behind actually only had the cultivation level of Jindan.
The spiral-toothed wind blade he released shoveled out a big hole in the ground, but it had no effect on the man. He couldn't see the man's appearance, but he knew he had fallen into a trap.
The powerful consciousness condensed into a sharp needle, and it hit the opponent's sea of consciousness fiercely, but the other party was already on guard. The sharp needle of consciousness encountered a barrier. It should be some kind of treasure that protects the sea of consciousness.
The attack failed again and again, and based on the purity of the spiritual power used by the other party to imprison him, the hall master realized that he was in trouble this time.
Before he asked the question, the other party said: "Don't panic, I am not from the Wufeng Sword Sect. I only came up with this plan to ask you a few questions. If you answer me honestly, I won't do anything to you. However, if If you have the slightest intention of resisting, my knife will not be obedient."
The hall master forced himself to calm down and said, "What do you want to know?"
The other party replied: "I heard that there is a number one person in your Luo King League named Ke Changlin. He is a god-like person who is mysterious and moody. Is it true?"
The hall leader was surprised: "How do you know... hmm!"
The blade instantly cut into his flesh and blood, gurgling blood flowing down his neck, and a cold light invaded his meridians and bones, causing the movement of spiritual energy to become stagnant.
The other party's voice was slightly cold: "That person's name is Ke Changmiao, not Ke Changlin, and his cultivation is not to transform into a god, but to return to the void. I learned a lot of things in your Chitang, so you'd better think about it before you lie. This time you Lie, and I'll take half of your life, and one more time, I'll take the other half."
Feeling the killing intent that penetrated his bones, the hall master finally gave up and told all the relevant information about Ke Changmiao.
The other party asked a few more questions, and he answered them one by one. At the same time, he roughly guessed some reasons from the other party's questions.
"Are you Ke Changmiao's enemy? He is a cruel and bloodthirsty person who loves to kill uncultivated mortals, but he is also good at hiding. If you want to seek revenge from him, I have a way to help you."
The hall master rolled his eyes and said.
The man seemed to smile and said: "You can sit in this position because you have killed a lot of innocent people, right?"
The hall master was stunned, and a bad premonition suddenly came to his heart.
He glared hard, ignoring the fact that half of his neck was almost cut off, and activated his spiritual power in an attempt to die with the other party.
But it's too late.
The moment the scimitar slashed across, the light of the blade rushed into his torso and head, destroying all life.
His head, which was flying high, fell to the ground and rolled a few times.
He still refused to close his eyes, his pale lips opened and closed:
"You... break your promise..."
Huo Xiumao put away the Gou Li knife and looked into the other person's dim eyes with a bright and upright smile:
"I only treat people with integrity, but you are not worthy of it."
