When Qiong Yi was taken to the desert by Yan Tingshen, he was meeting the Xirong garrison that broke through the border.
Mo Yun, alone in soft armor, watched them return with a smile on his face. He bowed his head in front of him. Yan Ting bowed deeply and said, "Master, I am fortunate to have lived up to my command."
"Good disciple." Mo Yungu helped him stand up, and then heard him say: "Master, I brought you a gift, please accept it." After saying that, he clapped his hands, and his men came over carrying the sedan, holding a Dong opened the car curtain, revealing the unconscious Qiong Yi leaning against it.
Qiong Yi was dressed in Kunzhai clothes, with long hair scattered and dotted with turquoise pendants, and her face was pale.
Mo Yungu looked stern, and his murderous intention rose: "It's her."
"Master, do you still remember?"
"That person's orphan makes me sick just looking at him." Mo Yungu summoned a long sword and pointed it straight away: "Back then, we sent three hundred elite soldiers to kill her, but they still kept her alive. Today, we can finally kill her completely. Erased."
"Master, the king needs her. If you kill her, the king will alienate you even more." Yan Tingshen said slowly: "Before the king uses her flesh and blood, I ask the master to take away her cultivation and keep it for his own use." ." Looking at the peaceful sleeping figure of the person in the sedan chair, he smiled and said: "The best swordsman in the world, with pure Qi, is hard to find and hard to find. Please, Master, please spare her life for the sake of my disciple. .”
Mo Yungu sneered: "Bring him in."
The attendants responded and carried the sedan to the main camp. Handong carried Qiong Yi into the tent, placed her on the soft blanket according to their instructions, and leaned her back against the pillar. After leaving the tent, she whispered to Yan Ting: " Master, I haven’t given her today’s medicine yet, I’m afraid she’ll wake up soon.”
Yan Ting nodded deeply: "I understand, please step back."
There were only two masters and apprentices left in the tent. After Yan Tingshen gave Qiong Yi the antidote to Disha Han, he opened her Qi for her. Mo Yungu felt the aura of her cultivation, and his face became even more gloomy: "It's only a few days ago." It’s only been a few years, but her cultivation has reached such a level.”
"Yes, so only by asking the master to destroy her cultivation can I safely take her back to the royal city." Yan Tingshen chuckled, "I will protect the master."
Mo Yun put his lonely hand into a palm and placed it against Qiong Yi's forehead. He felt unsatisfied. He had worked hard for many years, but instead he was overtaken by a junior. Even when this junior was weaker than him, he never benefited from her.
The light began to appear in the palm of the hand, and Mo Yungu's true energy slowly lifted her up. After chanting the mantra, the palm turned into claws, and the wind blew out of the tent for no reason. The true energy was forced out of Qiong Yi's Dantian, and all the energy poured in. Mo Yungu's body. Qiong Yi's brows became more and more frowned. As time went by, she gradually woke up from the pain of being stripped of her cocoons, and the people in front of her gradually became able to see clearly that they were former enemies and close friends.
"Yan Tingshen..." Her pupils trembled, she tried her best to open her lips, and made an inaudible voice: "Why did you..."
The memories in the coma gradually connected. She failed to hold Zhu Yunluo's hand, but was knocked unconscious at that moment. She was confused and had constant nightmares. Qiong also realized how she fell into the hands of General Xirong, and she clenched her fist. He gritted his teeth and looked at Yan Tingshen with hatred: "...traitor!"
"No betrayal." He shook his head: "I always have."
"Ugh!..." Qiong Yi endured the pain, with cold sweat streaming down her forehead. It was as if her whole body was out of control. The true energy dissipated from her limbs, and her Dantian felt as painful as a cramp. She knew Mo Yungu was devouring his own cultivation, but he was unable to resist. He watched helplessly as his refined Qi became his possession.
"stop……"
Yan Tingshen played with the Xinge Sword on his waist and coaxed softly: "Qiong Yi, just be patient, the pain will soon stop."
Time passed slowly. I don't know how many hours later, Mo Yun retreated and Qiong Yi almost ran out of energy and fell to the ground. All the energy in his Dantian was gone, and he became a mortal with no cultivation. The person in front of him was I don’t know how high the person’s breath is.
She tried to get up several times but failed, and the two people in the room no longer regarded her as a threat. Mo Yun walked away alone, wanting to completely refine the true energy he had just sucked in, while Qiong Yi tried his best to catch her. Holding his calf, the corners of his eyes were red: "You beast..."
Mo Yungu ignored her and broke away from Qiong Yi's hands and strode away. Unexpectedly, she stood up. Her hands were weak and she could only hit him hard with her body. Mo Yungu hated her so much that he turned around and raised his hands. He grabbed her neck and lifted her up: "Want to die?"
"Kill me..." Qiong Yi pinched Mo Yungu's hand and sneered: "My defeated general... kill me!"
Mo Yun was so angry that he threw her to the ground, then walked up and grabbed her head with his claws. As long as he applied a little force, he could instantly crush her skull and roared: "You think I don't want to kill you." Only if you die, Ajin will no longer have her vain dream of immortality, and you should die in civil strife together with your father who seduced your sister!"
Qiong Yi no longer had her true energy around her, she was in severe pain all over her body, and there was blood from the corner of her mouth. When she raised her eyes to look at Mo Yungu, she was full of scorn and hatred: "Mo Yungu, you have sucked my true energy away. With this strength, ?..."
Yan Ting saw Mo Yungu's knuckles cracking and stepped forward to stop him: "Master, don't kill her!"
Mo Yungu suddenly withdrew his hand: "Get out!"
Qiong Yi fell to the ground. Everywhere on her body hurt, as if she was about to fall apart. Yan Tingshen helped her up and hugged her. She raised her hand and pulled it away. Her hand fell on his face and fell down weakly. He sighed: " Qiong Yi, don’t be like this, I will take you to heal your injuries.”
"Xu Yu Snake..." She struggled to be lifted up by him, and asked tremblingly: "Where is my sister... What did you do to A Luo?!..."
"I didn't touch Zhu Yunluo. I returned all the life-saving things to her and left her in the car."
"You...you leave her alone..." Qiong Yi's eyes were red, and he didn't dare to think about what happened to Zhu Yunluo. The blood rushed to his heart, and he vomited out another mouthful of blood. His breathing became weaker and weaker. Yan Tingshen used his sleeve to wipe her blood and said calmly: "Qiong Also, your cultivation is completely ruined now, you are just a mortal, and you no longer have the strength to fight with us, so why not be obedient, I know you don’t want to die."
Qiong Yi felt cold all over, and her vision became blurry: "You are the one who colluded with the Demon Sect... and instigated the Qing Gui Sect... and you also brought the Rongjun with you..."
"Yes, I set the fire in the Zangwen Hall with my own hands, and I also pretended to set up the Qinggui Sect. All these things have wasted a lot of my efforts." He chuckled: "I think about it, Xuan Grudge is also He received the gift I prepared for him, I wonder if he likes it."
Qiong Yi's mind flashed over the breaking of the Shuangsha seal, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood: "Why... why is this happening..."
"Otherwise, how can we separate you? Sheng Xuanyuan is so difficult to deal with. His cultivation is only slightly inferior to Qin Hanchuan. There are not many people in the world who can beat him." Yan Ting said deeply: "Besides, he knows that you have been captured. , even so, we didn’t choose to come to rescue you. We drove very slowly and gave him enough time, what a pity.”
He raised his lips and smiled: "Qiong Yi, it seems that you are not that important to him."
Qiong also closed her eyes tightly and shook her shoulders tremblingly.
*
Yan Tingshen handed her to Han Dong's hand and said, "Heal her injuries. You can tell her all the things about the clan."
Handong nodded: "Yes." He helped Qiong Yi into the sedan, and while using Qigong to heal her injuries, he called her "Princess".
Qiong Yi's ears felt as if they were pricked by needles. He pushed and beat her in the car to shut her up. Handong was a pseudo-cultivator who had already taken Gu pill. It was not difficult to subdue a mortal who was dying. She clicked She picked up a piece of incense with a unique smell and fanned it gently with her hand. The fragrance filled the sedan chair. Qiong gradually became quiet and listened to her words: "Marquis Sui said that you have been investigating your life experience, and now you can finally know it. Why do you still tell me to shut up?"
Ever since she found out that both of her parents were dead, her life experience had no effect on Qiong Yi, and she didn't care anymore.
Smelling the light aroma, Qiong Yi didn't know why there was no resentment or anger in her heart. She just wanted to sit quietly. The carriage seemed to be tied to horses and started to wander west again.
Seeing that the calming incense had taken effect, Handong put the incense in the hand burner, let her hold it, combed her long hair, and said slowly: "You are the eldest daughter of the late king and his only daughter. The late king died in the desert. There was civil strife, and the princess also died of illness due to grief, leaving behind the young you. Everyone in the royal city mistakenly thought that you were dead, and did not want you to accidentally wander among the people and be kidnapped by the Chinese people. Now, you can finally go home. "
Qiong Yi only uttered three words: "Tell the truth."
My cultivation is just crippled, but my mind is not crippled. The late king's son who was born in the palace will end up in the middle-earth due to an accident, and no one knows?
How can it be.
Handong hesitated for a long time and changed his words: "I heard that the king and the late princess had a different temperament. You were born to be similar to the late princess, so you were angry and exiled. Now that you have finally found your way back, you want to..."
"I want to use my blood to sacrifice her immortality." Qiong Yi said in a soft and hoarse voice, "right?"
When being helped out of the camp by Yan Tingshen, she met a man, who was the Xirong man who wanted to capture her alive in Qingfeng Town. He had a scimitar on his waist and was accompanying the convoy, as if he wanted to escort her to the royal city.
Contacting the "immortality dream" mentioned by Mo Yungu, Qiong also understood that the King of Xirong wanted her to live as a sacrifice, but Mo Yungu didn't seem to want to, so he desperately wanted to let herself die.
Handong smiled: "Well, it's good that you know."
She continued: "So, in the remaining days, this slave will stay with you every step of the way. When you get to the royal city, there will be a priest who will cleanse your soul and forget all these pains."
Handong held Qiong Yi's hand: "Just think, Third Young Master Sheng has chosen the people of the world and abandoned you. Your sister may not survive the birth alone. When Suihou brought you here, it had already spread to all parts of the Middle Earth. Rumor has it that you and him have the same roots. People from the five tribes will regard you as a traitor and an enemy, and your former teachers and friends will not believe you. How painful. However, these can all be forgotten."
She chuckled: "Isn't this good?"
Qiong Yi just shook his head calmly: "Let me go."
She thought that Sheng Xuanyuan liked her so much and would never abandon her. He just chose something more important. What I have to do is to live as long as possible so that I can wait for him.
She thought again, nothing would happen to A Luo, no.
Besides, how could anyone believe the rumor that he and Yan Ting were in deep collusion?
Han Dong smiled and lightly fanned the incense with a round fan. Qiong Yi lowered his eyes and became more and more silent, but silently planned in his heart how to escape. Rongren's poison is too difficult to guard against. If his memory is really wiped out and he considers a thief as his father, he may have no chance of escaping. Now that he has lost his true energy, the Xinge Sword has been taken away. After he recovers from his injuries, , it should be possible to beat one or two ordinary fake cultivators with bare hands. As long as this maid doesn't give me the drug, she will always get sleepy.
After several days of observation, it was found that the convoy would stop at night, and Handong would also take a nap. That night, Qiong also saw the opportunity and untied the ropes from her hands and feet, and ran out quietly.
The injuries on her body were not healed, and there was no true energy to protect her body. Her clothes were thin, and the wind in the desert was loud. Even in the summer night, it was still extremely cold. Qiong could still identify the direction, bypass the quicksand, and erase the traces of her escape. She tried her best to After running all night, he was caught up by Yan Tingshen Yu Jian at dawn. Seeing her like this, he sighed helplessly: "Qiong Yi, it will be very difficult for me to handle you like this."
