After a day of running around, Zhuling was exhausted and fell asleep on the bedside. Until a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence, and she rubbed her eyes in confusion. It was Yuwen Haosheng who brought Yunsheng Shangxian back to the Palace of the Rising Sun.
"Greetings to the master." Zhuling cheered up and bowed her hands to the Immortal Yunsheng.
Yunsheng Shangxian waved his hand, indicating that Zhuling didn't need to pay any attention to it. He walked straight to the bed, lowered his eyes, and saw Lan Sheng's face furrowed.
"How did she end up like this?" Master Yunxu asked solemnly, putting his hand on Lan Sheng's wrist to diagnose her pulse.
Zhuling described the scene in the Toad Palace. When he talked about the harsh ringing, Yunsheng Shangxian's expression changed slightly, and the hand that felt his pulse twitched unconsciously.
"Illusion? Ringtone?" Yun Shengxian stood up, put his hands behind his back, lowered his eyes and looked at Zhuling, and continued to ask: "Seriously?"
"Yes, we must have all fallen into an illusion at that time."
Zhu Ling still shudders when she recalls the scene in the fantasy, especially the woman in the chaos, with long hair and uncontrollable resentment in her empty eyes.
"Master, is Lan Sheng still trapped in the illusion?" Yuwen Haosheng guessed.
But the Immortal Yunsheng shook his head, denying his conjecture, and kept pacing back and forth without knowing what he was thinking about.
Yun Shengshangxian, as the head of the Immortal, has long transcended the secular world. Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, his expression remained unchanged. How could he ever show such an awkward look? Zhuling dimmed her eyes, already guessing that this matter was unusual, and she was even more worried.
Finally, Immortal Yun Sheng stopped and said, "This injury is different. I need to take her back to Chaoyun Palace for recuperation."
Hearing this, Zhuling was stunned for a moment. Yun Tian had a lot of affairs, and Yun Sheng, the Immortal, never saw idle people. She didn't expect that he would be willing to take Lan Sheng back to Chaoyun Palace to recuperate. Zhuling nodded solemnly, took a step back and saluted, grateful for his care.
Yunsheng Shangxian raised his hands, and Lan Sheng's body spontaneously floated in front of him. He took heavy steps and left the Rising Sun Palace with Lan Sheng.
Zhuling watched them leave until the door of the Rising Sun Palace was closed with a "squeak".
When the palace door was opened again, heavy snow was flying in the courtyard. A white figure entered the courtyard, a cold wind passed by, and with a "bang", the palace door closed heavily again.
"Senior brother? Is that you?" Zhuling asked. She knew that today was the day for senior brother to leave seclusion.
The footprints on the snow in the courtyard stopped in front of Lan Sheng's house. A figure walked out of the house. His boots were stained with mud and his hair was dotted with white snow. It was Chang Ling.
Zhuling stopped and looked at Changling quietly. After two years of seclusion, his cultivation had made a qualitative leap, and his eyes were less gentle and more clear and cold.
"Zhu Ling, are you the only one here?" Chang Ling walked to Zhu Ling with steady steps, holding Lan Sheng's jade in his hand.
"Senior Brother, Junior Sister is injured and is recuperating in Chaoyun Palace." Zhuling glanced at the jade in his hand and knew that he was looking for Lan Sheng, so she told Chang Ling the whole story.
"I'm going to Chaoyundian to have a look now." Chang Ling frowned and put the jade into his chest pocket.
"I've been there before. The leader said she was too seriously injured and couldn't see anyone." Zhuling stopped Chang Ling and replied.
"It's okay, I'll go take a look." Chang Ling said and dove into the snow.
"I'll go with you." Zhuling grabbed an umbrella at random and chased after her.
Winter has arrived, and the snow this year is heavier than in previous years.
"Dong dong dong." Chang Ling knocked on the door of Chaoyun Palace.
The door of the palace had been sealed by the snow and ice. With a "squeak" sound, the door was suddenly opened. The person who opened the door was Senior Brother Du Ce.
"Chang Ling, when did you leave seclusion?" Du Ce was a little surprised to see Chang Ling.
"Not long after I came out of seclusion, I heard that Lan Sheng was injured and recuperating in Chaoyun Palace, so I came here to visit." Chang Ling replied.
Du Ce opened his body, made an invitation gesture, and let Chang Ling and Zhu Ling enter the hall. As he walked, he said: "Junior sister Lan Sheng's injury is quite serious. Master has always taken care of her personally. I may not have seen her for a long time." ”
"Wait a moment, I'll go ask Master." Du Ce welcomed the two of them to the lobby and poured them a cup of tea each.
This is an excellent green tea. The tea is translucent green, and the hot steam is accompanied by a refreshing fragrance. Chang Ling was worried and had no intention of tasting the tea. Seeing that Chang Ling had not touched the bamboo lings, he did not drink it. Neither of them touched the fine tea.
"She is too ill and should not see people." The voice of the Immortal Yun Sheng came from the back of the hall. He came to the hall with meteor steps and sat opposite Chang Ling.
"I have met the master." Chang Ling stood up and saluted, and then continued to ask: "I know the general situation. May I also ask the master, Uncle Lan Sheng, what is his current condition?"
"I'm still unconscious. If the injury improves, I'll ask Du Ce to let you know." Yun Shengxian replied calmly.
"Lan Sheng left behind some belongings when she was unconscious. Can you let me see them and wear them for her?" Chang Ling said.
"She is too seriously injured and should not see people. I can hand over any items on her behalf." Immortal Yun Sheng lifted the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.
Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "I'd better wait until Lan Sheng recovers from her injury before handing her over to her, so I won't bother the head master."
"That's fine." Immortal Yun Sheng picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
"Then we won't disturb the Master Master and leave first." Chang Ling bowed his hands to the Immortal Yunsheng again.
Immortal Yun Sheng nodded, and Chang Ling pulled Zhu Ling out of Chaoyun Palace, but Zhu Ling was a little confused as to why the senior brother was leaving in a hurry.
"Zhuling, I have something to do, you should go back first." As soon as he exited Chaoyun Palace, Chang Ling's expression changed and he said coldly.
"Senior brother?" Zhuling was a little confused and looked up at Chang Ling. Seeing that he was not prepared to explain to her, she continued: "Then I will go back first."
Chang Ling said "hmm", watched Zhu Ling's back go away, turned around and ducked into a corner.
After coming out of seclusion, Chang Ling discovered that the locator on Lan Sheng's body was unusually weak. He had already sensed something was wrong and came to Chaoyundian just to seek confirmation. But seeing Yun Sheng's expression just now, he knew that there was more to the matter than it seemed, and he was afraid that Lan Sheng's secrets had been known to him.
Chang Ling hid his figure and groped all the way until he came to the barrier of the Demon Prison. In Yuntian, the place that can isolate magic is this place.
"I am Chang Ling, a disciple of Yunxu Shangxian. I have important matters to interrogate the demon prisoner in the prison." Chang Ling showed the token of the Rising Sun Palace.
"No, this is a special period. The master has ordered that no one is allowed to come in or out." The two disciples guarding the trapped demon prison crossed their swords in front of Chang Ling.
"May I ask when the master gave the order?" Chang Ling asked with a smile.
"The appointment was made ten days ago, please leave quickly!" the gatekeeper disciple said impatiently.
This time coincided with the time Zhuling mentioned that Lan Sheng was injured. Chang Ling was even more certain that Lan Sheng was here. A trace of anger suddenly rose in his eyes, and he whispered softly inadvertently: "Sure enough..."
"What?" The two disciples didn't hear clearly and were alert when they saw Chang Ling still staying here.
"I said... you two, I'm offended!" Chang Ling stretched out his hand and grabbed the air, making both disciples unable to move.
Protecting her is the biggest promise in his life. When he left Chaoyun Palace, he was ready to break into the Demon Prison. But the disciples guarding the trapped demon prison were not ordinary people. When Chang Ling sealed their acupuncture points, one of them actually let one of them break free.
Chang Ling's hand became a little stronger and he quickly sealed his acupuncture points. However, an arc rose into the sky, and he had launched a signal for help into the air.
With a "bang" sound, a gorgeous firework exploded in the flying snow. The colorful tassels passed through the falling snow and were instantly submerged in a plain white, as if nothing happened.
"Dong~dong~dong~~" The rich bell sound came closely and resounded throughout the sky.
This is the sound of the Luochen bell, and the sound of the bell means the invasion of monsters. It has been indifferent in the sky for thousands of years, but today it finally rang. As the bells reverberated, several fireworks shot straight into the sky, boiling the silent sky.
The Demon Prison is a forbidden area. After the signal is sent out, all Yuntian disciples will gather to eliminate the demons and kill the enemies. Time was running out, and Chang Ling did not dare to delay, so he ducked into the barrier.
There is no biting cold wind, no white snow in the barrier, there is only a dark sky, rocks on the ground and a boundless meteorite cage. The sound of chains clashing, pitiful wails, screams and hisses shook the heavens and earth, venting boundless fear and despair, which was completely opposite to the aura-filled cloud sky.
Chang Ling stood in mid-air, his eyes were cold, he pinched his hand to cast a spell, and when he sensed the direction of the locator, his figure flashed and approached Lan Sheng's direction.
Behind a meteorite railing, Lan Sheng lay quietly in the middle, his face pale and lifeless. Chang Ling waved his arm, and the prisoner shook uncontrollably and made a "creak" sound, but the iron fence was still intact.
"Chang Ling?" The shock startled the prisoner. She raised her eyes with difficulty, confirmed the identity of the person in front of her, and said sadly: "Chang Ling, I'm afraid." Her white lips trembled, and the corners of her lips trembled. They were stuck together due to lack of water.
Her words passed by like a gentle breeze, as low as nothing, but struck her heart like a life-threatening Sanskrit sound.
"Chang Ling is here." Chang Ling said softly, his eyes so complicated that he couldn't see clearly.
He held the meteorite iron with both hands and exerted force. The spiritual energy around him exploded, and veins popped out in his arms, making him tremble uncontrollably. Finally, with a "bang" sound, the iron railing broke into two pieces. Ignoring the numbness in his arms, he gently raised his arms, and Lan Sheng's body flew into his arms.
"Ms. sir, I lost our token." Lan Sheng used all her strength to hold onto the skirt of his chest tightly.
Chang Ling straightened her face, gently smoothed her messy hair, and said softly: "It's not lost."
Baoyu flew out of his arms and floated in the air. A red rope, as if it was alive, protruded from behind Lan Sheng's ear, spontaneously passed through the jade, and hung the jade around her neck.
Lan Sheng looked at the jade, stretched out his hand, grabbed it in his palm, and pressed it against his chest. This real touch made her feel at ease.
"We have to leave here first." Chang Ling gently rubbed Lan Sheng's hair and tightened his arms around her.
At this time, the elders of Yuntian had led their disciples to completely surround the barrier of the trapped demon prison.
"Chang Ling, what are you trying to do by trespassing into the forbidden area?" Yun Sheng looked down at Chang Ling from the sky and yelled angrily.
"On the pretext of recovering from injuries, Lan Sheng was imprisoned in the Demon Prison for no reason. What was the master's consideration?" Chang Ling did not lose his momentum and met his gaze.
Yunshengshangxian was angry. Looking directly at him and questioning him in front of all the disciples was undoubtedly the greatest contempt for him.
"I have my own plan, do I still need to report it to you?" Yun Sheng said harshly.
Everyone was in an uproar, and there were comments from the crowd. Is the leader really imprisoning his disciples in this place where ghosts and wolves howl for no reason?
Zhuling and Du Ce squeezed out from among the disciples, stood in front of Chang Ling, and saluted Yunsheng Shangxian with their hands raised.
"Master, there must be a misunderstanding here. I would like to ask Master Rong Changling and Junior Brother Ling to explain something." Du Ce spoke first.
"Uncle Head Master, senior brother is also too worried about junior sister, please forgive me." Zhuling immediately pleaded for Chang Ling.
Yunsheng Shangxian calmed down a little and said coldly: "Chang Ling, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake?"
"Impossible!" Chang Ling said in a tone of voice, without giving in at all.
Breaking into the Trapped Demon Prison without permission, you are guilty of such a heavy crime, yet you dare to speak so brazenly? Hearing this, all the elders were shocked and excited, accusing Chang Ling of being deviant and apostate, and not caring about his teacher's kindness.
