Danfeng Ridge is located to the west of Dicui Mountain, between the Luojia Mountains and the Dry Mist Forest.
The autumn wind rustles and the decaying grass blows. The mountains are full of red maples, and the fiery red leaves are drifting against the sunset. Fire is flying all over the mountain, and swans are flying suddenly.
The sound of rustling footsteps came, and Yan Ci walked in the forest following Nightingale's footprints. After searching for two days, there was still no trace of Songyun Diao. Nightingale looked more and more irritated, but Yan Ci remained silent. Occasionally looking at her charming figure from behind, there was a ripple in her heart.
It is said that Yan said goodbye to Qing Ming that day, and when she thought of being frightened by Nightingale in a daze, she was inevitably a little angry, so she went straight to Didicui Mountain to find Luo Mu to settle the score.
He was not the only one who was unlucky. He bumped into Chen Xian'er and Lu Nan on the way, and was lucky enough to see two bitter faces with blue noses and swollen eyes. After asking for the details, I found out that he had been punched by Nightingale.
The three poor people had sympathy for each other, broke into Luo Mu's residence and beat him up, until the little fat man cried for his father and mother before he would stop. Whenever he thinks of how unlucky a few people are, Yan Ci can't help but laugh out loud.
Nightingale didn't stop, she glanced back and said calmly: "Are you sick?"
Yan Ci suppressed her laughter and walked a few steps: "Okay, I just remembered the story of a tigress."
When Nightingale heard the words, she suddenly stopped and turned around. Yan Ci stopped in a hurry, and was unable to dodge and bumped into her.
Nightingale snorted and stumbled to the ground.
Yan Ci smelled the ecstasy scent of Zhen Lan Xun Gui, and looked confused as to what to do with it.
Nightingale said angrily: "Young boy Yan, you are looking for death!"
Before he finished speaking, a burst of sarcastic laughter came from a little distance: "Hey, hiding in the wilderness to take advantage of others, this little thief is a dirty brat."
When Yan Ci looked up, he saw five people standing silently under the forest over there, both men and women, beautifully dressed in different clothes.
The speaker is a handsome young man wearing purple clothes and swaying a folding fan. The rest of the people watched with cold eyes, their expressions full of contempt.
Yan Ci said angrily: "You stupid thing, keep your eyes open before you speak!"
The young man in purple shirt said with a smile on his face: "Oh, the dirty little thief is so angry that he is so embarrassed!"
This guy made two obscene remarks, which did not make Yan Ci immediately go crazy, but instead ignited Nightingale's fiery temper.
When she saw her eyebrows furrowed, she didn't even bother to pay attention to even a few words from the other side. A fireball condensed from the slightly raised part of her delicate hand, and she jumped up and slammed it.
Several people over there were all astonished. They thought that fighting was forbidden in the sect and they were just showing off their rhetoric. Unexpectedly, this woman immediately fell out against her words.
Suddenly, a girl in a black dress came out of the crowd and said, "Wait a minute, little sister has something to say."
As he spoke, he made a secret and summoned a white mask to bring towards the fireball. With a pop in the air, the fireball disappeared.
Nightingale scolded: "Just tell your nonsense to your friends."
He wanted to cast another spell but was stopped by Yan Ci, who said: "Junior Sister Jiang, I haven't seen you for a long time."
The girl in the black dress has bright eyes and a skin that is as good as snow. She looks really sweet and bright. She is clearly Jiang Shuyue, who entered the industry at the same time as Yan Ci.
Jiang Shuyue Pingting smiled slightly and said sweetly: "Senior brother, you are fine even if you come here. I wonder if Master Qingming Peak is okay?"
Yan Ci smiled and said: "The master of Qingming Peak has a virtuous body and a noble body, how can there be any difference?"
Jiang Shu Yuedeng was suddenly enlightened and said with a smile: "What senior brother said is true."
Yan Ci looked at everyone, looked at a certain gentleman, and asked, "Please forgive me for my blindness, could this be Senior Brother Jiang?"
The man still had a look of disdain on his face. He seemed extremely dissatisfied with Nightingale's arrogant and domineering attitude, and even more so with Yan Ci's deliberately obedient behavior. Before Jiang Shuyue could introduce him, he said with an indifferent expression: "I don't know how talented Jiang Jinyue is. , when I have some free time, I hope to teach my disciples and friends my magical powers."
Yan Ci cupped his hands and bowed, saying it was rude first and then not saying it again. Unfortunately, it was not very smart to only know his sister but not his brother, which almost made Nightingale laugh out loud.
Both sides spoke in a somewhat strange tone, clearly in a rhythm of provoking trouble for each other.
The other two people are Qin Tianli who is sitting on Wangfeng Peak and Mu Yao who is returning to Yanfeng Peak. Yan Ci nodded slightly, Qin Tianli's face turned pale, and he thought he had said hello.
The female cultivator named Mu Yao had a beautiful face, her starry eyes were blurred, and she smiled sweetly and said: "I have admired the name of my junior brother for a long time, and today I am lucky enough to see the true face of Mount Lu."
Yan Ci was slightly stunned. It was his first time meeting this woman, but from her words, it seemed as if he was already famous.
Just as he was about to ask, Jiang Shuyue pointed at the young man in purple shirt with her jade wrist and said, "Senior Brother Wu Xiu, a disciple of Jiu Shoufeng, came here at the invitation of my little sister to help capture Songyun Mink. I just said a joke, I hope that senior brothers and sisters will take care of me." "
Nightingale's worry was evident and she asked: "Capture Songyun Marten?"
Jiang Shuyue said: "Songyun Diao has some use for my little sister, but I can't believe that the purpose of this trip coincides with my senior sister."
Nightingale's words were sharp and she said slightly angrily: "I'm afraid that Junior Sister came here in good spirits and will leave in disgrace."
Jiang Shuyue's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "Since you two are so confident, you might as well act separately. Success or failure will depend on chance."
The nightingale didn't get what she wanted, so she watched Yan Ci leave quickly to avoid wasting time.
Yan Ci just began to understand what he meant. Wu Xiu, the young man in purple shirt, was already impatient and said bluntly: "Everyone, how about we get down to business first?"
Nightingale's anger had not subsided yet, so she took the opportunity to explode and said: "Idiot! You are indeed very uncultivated!"
Wu Xiuwo felt suffocated and said angrily: "You unruly girl, let me tell you how much you weigh."
Nightingale's fighting spirit suddenly became stronger, she pulled out the fairy sword and retorted, "My aunt is still afraid of you."
Everyone could not stop him, and when they were about to take action, they suddenly saw a white shadow flashing out from a few dozen feet away. The eyes of a small beast with white mist were spinning around, looking very spiritual.
"Songyun Diao!" Jiang Shuyue said in surprise, then waved her hand, shook out a cold ice pick and pierced Diao Er.
Songyun Diao flicked its thin legs, bringing up a string of afterimages, which disappeared without a trace after a few swipes. Jiang Shuyue and others didn't have time to say hello, so they all used their escape skills to chase after him.
The whole process from the appearance of the Songyun Marten to the startled departure is like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, which is dizzying.
Yan Ci was about to jump up and pursue him, but when he saw that Nightingale was turning a deaf ear to the situation, he couldn't help but ask, "Don't pursue me?"
Nightingale said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Songyun Diao tried his best to run away. How can it be so easy to chase him? Unless everyone knows the Swift Feather Catching Wind Escape Technique."
Yan Ci curled his lips and said: "Fangjia, please inquire carefully. If you don't take action, Xun Yu's Wind Catching Escape Technique will be in vain."
Nightingale said carelessly: "Don't worry, the mountain man has a clever plan."
In the dusk, the tired birds return to their nests.
The two of them hid in the knee-high grass, Nightingale kept snickering, and Yan Ci looked at her proud look and wished he could slap her.
Nightingale whispered: "This is called the mantis swooping over the cicada. The oriole is behind, and the pine cloud mink's nest is hidden under those uncultivated feet. This blind person didn't notice it."
Wu Xiu and others were searching around in the grass. Yan Ci sighed softly and said, "If you hadn't told me otherwise, Yan wouldn't have known that Diao'er's hiding place was so close at hand."
Nightingale said lazily: "Ghosts can't be seen by covering their eyes."
Yan Ci asked curiously: "Since Diao'er's concealment technique can cover up spiritual prying eyes, how did you discover it?"
Nightingale blinked her long eyelashes but deliberately remained silent. Yan Ci secretly scolded this damn little girl for not trying to seduce people with her big eyes.
Nightingale saw that Yan Ci was silent for a long time, and finally raised a small and exquisite jade plate in her hand. The veins of mountains and rivers were engraved on the plate, and a faint fluorescent light in the middle faded and appeared.
"This is...Songyun Diao's location?" Yan Ci was not particularly convinced.
Nightingale said proudly: "Not bad."
Yan Ci said: "Senior sister actually hides such a rare thing?"
Nightingale sneered: "Stupid, this is a map. A trace of Diao'er's essence and blood is refined in the map. As long as you stay within a hundred feet of the jade plate, Diao'er will have nowhere to hide."
Yan Ci said: "Why didn't you take it out before? It made us two days of hard work in vain."
Nightingale chuckled and said, "I have been secretly watching, but you don't know." After saying that, she tilted her head and vividly portrayed her pride.
Yan Ci teased: "Bragging! Songyun Diao showed up on his own. How can this jade plate be so amazing?"
Nightingale said angrily: "I was so angry at that uncultivated person. I didn't expect that this little beast came by such a coincidence. If you hadn't bumped into me, why would so much trouble have happened? You actually had the nerve to question me. It was indeed the Five Elements I owe you Bian.”
Yan Ci secretly thought about this ability to argue with strong arguments. If Nightingale wants to be second, she will not be first, but she can only apologize and say with a smile: "Okay, I have wrongly blamed Senior Sister."
Nightingale said: "It's your fault in the first place. Don't think that my aunt can't figure out your little thoughts. If you pretend to be innocent again, I'll slap you to death."
Yan Ci rolled his eyes and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
There was sudden silence outside the grass. Yan Ci stuck his head out and looked around, wondering: "Hey, where is the person?"
Nightingale closed her eyes and released her spiritual thoughts to explore within a radius of dozens of feet.
There was no one in the surrounding area. She opened her eyes and said, "She must have gone far away. Songyun Diao is still in the original hiding place, but she just happened to get out of the hole. It's a bit difficult to deal with."
Yan Ci asked: "What other people do as a team of five people, why do we do it so recklessly?"
Nightingale shook her head, pointed behind her, and led Yan Ci slowly back nearly a hundred feet.
Then he took out a jade box from the storage ring. Inside the jade box was a spiritual grass with thick leaves. The red clouds were lingering on it, there were waves of heat, and it carried a strong medicinal fragrance. It was extremely refreshing to smell it.
Nightingale explained: "Redbud grass that has been under fire for hundreds of years is the favorite thing for pine cloud martens to eat."
She planted the spiritual grass in the soft soil, took out five small formation flags, and arranged them in a five-pointed star shape around the spiritual grass. Carefully sprinkle some maple leaves to cover up the traces, then throw a magic plate and warn: "This is a small trapped spirit array. Once Songyun Diao gets into the array, you will send mana to activate it. Diao'er has extremely high spirituality, and after entering the magic circle You must not scare off the enemy beforehand.”
Yan Ci was in high spirits, patting his chest and promising: "Don't worry, I will definitely make sure nothing happens."
The moon was sparse, and the two of them hid in the place where the maple leaves were blooming, staring at the surroundings of the magic circle with burning eyes.
After waiting until late at night, Yan Ci felt a wave of fatigue coming over him. He was thinking about dozing off in a daze, when suddenly a whisper came to his ear: "Be careful, Diao'er is coming."
Yan Ci's spirit perked up, and his originally somewhat relaxed mind suddenly became vigilant.
