The onlookers on the street breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Ye Qingqing come to life.
Some left, and some left behind a few words of emotion:
"The girl fell from such a high roof and is still alive. She is really a blessed person!"
"Isn't that right? Good fortune and good fortune! Good luck!"
Several people looked at her while talking and laughing.
The passerby whose feet she grabbed was holding a folding fan and was walking hurriedly to the inn. She thought he was blocking the road begging and was about to throw away a spiritual stone.
When he saw it was a familiar face, he immediately exclaimed:
"Ye Qingqing?..."
"Eh? Master Yucheng, are you here?..."
"What did you do?"
"It's a long story..."
Isn't this Ye Qingqing, the traitor he spent the whole night with last night?
Su Yucheng, a passerby, glanced at the shop owner, helped Ye Qingqing in, and went upstairs into the Tianzihao room.
The shop owner hunched his back and hurriedly followed behind him to serve tea and water. He was afraid that the green-clothed fairy would be unhappy and wanted to hit him, so he silently slapped himself twice.
What kind of noble person is the immortal master?
It's not something he dares to provoke.
Ye Qingqing didn't care about the store owner's complaint at all. Su Yucheng helped her into a room, where she lay down to rest.
Su Yucheng seemed unhappy, and there was something else on his face that was lighter than usual, as if he was worried.
He asked:
"I asked you to follow Li Ao and the others to see the world. I didn't ask you to run around. Where did you go this night? How did you come back? Why did you fall from the roof?"
Ye Qingqing hammered his slightly painful leg and said with a smile:
"The red flame bird sent me back to pick up the fruit, but it didn't fly smoothly. By the way, Li Ao is injured, why don't you go and see him quickly?"
Red Flame Bird complained secretly:
"Master, that big monster hit me and I was injured. You still blame me. I'm so miserable."
Su Yucheng had a sad face.
Who doesn't know that she doesn't care about her classmates, and runs away to eat, drink, and have fun as soon as something happens? Now she mentions Li Aolai just to change the topic!
He came here after receiving the news that his disciple was assassinated last night, but what Li Ao was hit with was the poison of an evil cultivator, which ordinary pills could not cure.
Mo Yuan hasn't come back from chasing the murderer yet, so he only hopes that he will bring back the antidote.
He went around looking for Ye Qingqing and didn't come back until morning.
How did you expect to see her at the door by such a coincidence?
What kind of fruit were you looking for to make him worry all night?
His face turned livid with anger:
"Li Ao hasn't woken up yet, and Li Man and Jingtian are watching. The poison hasn't been cured yet. We'll think of a solution when your master comes back. What kind of fruit are you talking about? You made me look for it all night, you know that, right?"
He said that he was going to hit her on the head with a folding fan.
Ye Qingqing thought that she could only eat one of the red-blooded spirit fruits, but with her cultivation level, she might not be able to digest two, so she quickly handed one over to block the fan:
"Do you want?"
"Sell it to you for two hundred spirit stones?"
Su Yucheng was surprised.
Last time his apprentice had a fight with Ye Qingqing. After returning to Green Bamboo Peak, he was interrogated and said that Ye Qingqing had snatched Xu Jiaojiao's Red Flame Bird.
Since she is such a villain, how could she give up such a precious spiritual fruit to others?
Can't she eat it by herself?
This fruit can detoxify.
Didn't she pick it specifically for Li Ao?
She treats Li Ao...
Looking at the red and shining spirit fruit, Su Yucheng realized that he might have misunderstood her because he had heard some one-sided remarks.
Questioned:
"Red blood spirit fruit?"
"This red blood spirit fruit is the fruit of the sacred tree of the Tianshan Mountains. Only two or three can mature within a hundred years. And there is the monster Emperor Jiang guarding it. Evil cultivators are everywhere near the Tianshan Mountains, and few people go there. How did you get it?"
"I told you to pick it up."
"Where did you pick it up?"
"Don't worry about it, just give me the money if you want it, and don't want me to eat it..."
Su Yucheng Ma Liu took out two hundred spirit stones.
Ye Qingqing put it away with a smile and fell asleep deeply.
I basically didn't dare to sleep last night and just squinted for a while.
When I came back, I fell down and my feet hurt. It was better to have a good sleep. If the sky fell, Su Yucheng would be here to hold it up.
Ye Qingqing fell asleep.
Seeing that she was asleep, Su Yucheng used a spiritual power to probe her consciousness.
After exploring for a long time, I only found nothingness.
If he doesn't believe it, he will try again.
However, he was blocked by a force and had no choice but to withdraw the spell.
He hadn't asked clearly about the demonic energy that day, and now this rare spiritual fruit aroused his suspicion again.
He stood in shock for a long time and decided to wait for Mo Yuan to come back and ask questions.
Holding the fruit tightly, he left the house and walked towards the next room.
I thought that if I didn’t go to my disciple, I would die!
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At the same time, Wuji Palace.
It's strange and strange to see the blue sky and white sun with the door closed.
Mo Yuan raised his sword to make a hand gesture, and with just a shadow, he was already so handsome that the world was shocked and ghosts and gods were weeping.
Jingyun Sword comes out!
The clouds in the sky ran faster than people after get off work. Suddenly, the white clouds dispersed, and black mist pressed over the sky, crushing the world with huge pressure.
He waved his hand again, and the sword flew forward, opened the mountain door, went straight to the palace, and swept away everyone in Wuji Palace.
The armored guards were so frightened that they drew their swords to resist.
In panic, I saw him tiptoe again, fly into the air, and fly lightly to the courtyard of Wuji Palace, sheathing the sword and holding it in his hand.
He glanced at the group of people staggering around.
He said coldly:
"Call your palace master to come and see me."
The voice is not loud, but the momentum is overwhelming.
Those people stood up uneasily. There were more than ten people in two rows, but no one dared to speak.
"Who is coming?"
After a moment of silence, a feeble voice came.
Then, a weak young master was helped out from the left and right. He glanced at the Jingyun Sword in Mo Yuan's hand, fixed his eyes on his face and said:
"Ahem... Jingyun Sword? It turns out that a Taoist friend from the Yunxiao Sect is here. He came all the way. I don't know why?"
It's Jiang Wuji.
He looked so delicate without the mask.
Mo Yuan glanced at the man who kidnapped Ye Qingqing from a distance yesterday.
The man couldn't see his face clearly even though he was wearing a mask, but he was definitely not the weak man in front of him.
It's a pity that I was delayed by the phantom formation and lost track of him.
Halfway through, he received the tracking charm he had cast on the whereabouts of the man in black, and headed straight for Tianshan Mountain.
Last night, he chased him and killed him with a sword, and also killed several of his accomplices, but he did not get the antidote, nor did he find Ye Qingqing.
So he rested in Tianshan Mountain and found the only red blood spirit fruit.
I passed by this place on my way back and came down to have a look.
He said:
"Are you the Master of Wuji Palace? I have a lost disciple. I wonder if he has been here before?"
Jiang Wuji's heart skipped a beat.
Ye Qingqing was swept away by the demonic energy and is no longer here. As long as he doesn't admit it, who knows he did it!
He smiled and said:
"I'm afraid that my fellow Taoist ran away in vain. Our Wuji Palace does not accept outsiders. Your beloved disciple is not in our palace. If you don't believe it, you can search..."
He made a gesture of invitation.
Mo Yuan glanced at Jiang Wuji curiously.
Thought:
"How did this man become so sick? How did he become the master of the palace? No wonder the door is locked during the day, for fear of being beaten to death, right?"
He didn't have time to ask.
The Wuji Palace in front of him was desolate and dilapidated.
He can destroy it by raising his hand.
But the man in front of him said, his disciple is not here?
Did he make a misjudgment all the way, or did the other party lie?
