When Gu Jianghe woke up again, he found that he had returned to the dark room again. The windowless stone house made it difficult for her to tell whether it was day or night.
A maid in black clothes had been standing beside the bed. When she saw her waking up, she saluted her: "My slave Ye Yu, I am here to serve the girl by the order of the priest."
The maid's face was mostly covered by the black gauze, and Gu Jianghe could not see her clearly. The only pair of eyes exposed were as deep as the dark stone room.
Seeing Gu Jianghe trying to get up, Ye Yu quickly stepped forward to help her up. Her hands seemed weak but were very powerful. The moment she touched Gu Jianghe's arm, she could feel that her skill was definitely not low.
"This slave is dressing the girl."
The vague tingling sensation in her heart made Gu Jianghe feel a little weak in her limbs, and it also reminded her of the authenticity of everything that happened. At this time, she was like an emotionless puppet. She was helped up by Ye Yu numbly and sat in front of the dressing table. Her pale cheeks were reflected in the bronze mirror.
Ye Yu picked up the wooden comb on the table and combed her hair carefully. The originally messy hair was carefully taken care of by her, and she picked up a silver hairpin with a silver thread coiled on it. Magnolia. Ye Yu inserted the hairpin into Gu Jianghe's hair.
Gu Jianghe, who originally looked weaker due to his messy hair, finally seemed to be in better spirits.
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"The girl has been in a coma for a day and a night, but the priest has already spent the internal energy on the girl, so there should be no special physical discomfort. The girl can relax."
"This room seems a lot warmer?" Looking at his somewhat blurry shadow in the bronze mirror, Gu Jianghe finally felt something was wrong and asked softly.
She remembered that when Qing Ling first brought her in, the room seemed a little cool, and it was so cold that she felt a little uncomfortable. However, until she woke up, the temperature in the room seemed to be just right.
"Back to the girl, the priest has given special instructions. The girl is afraid of the cold, and ordered the slave to set up a heater here to make the girl live more comfortably." Ye Yu bowed his knees slightly, respectfully answered Gu Jianghe's words, and pointed. Refers to the corner of the house.
Only then did Gu Jianghe discover that there was a brazier placed in every corner of the stone house, which was carefully burned with fine silver charcoal. Not a trace of dust or black air came up, only a warm feeling permeated the surroundings. .
In southern Yunnan in midsummer, the Mingyue Sect lit up the charcoal fire.
"Why is it so dark here?"
"Girl, the palaces of the Mingyue Sect are made of rocks that have existed in the mountains for hundreds of years. They are airtight and block any light sources, so they are a bit cool."
That's it. Gu Jianghe stood up and looked around.
"Where is he?" Except for the night rain around him, this room seemed to have no breath of life.
The veiled maid stood respectfully beside Gu Jianghe, lowered her head slightly and said, "The priest is conducting daily horoscope divination. My Lord has told me that if the girl wakes up, she can wander around in the Dark Moon Palace."
Gu Jianghe's eyes flashed, wandering around? This priest really has no scruples. There was a mockery at the corner of her mouth unconsciously. Also, as a woman with no strength, what should she be afraid of?
"Have you been a member of the Mingyue Sect for a long time?" Although Ye Yu was covered by a veil, most of her appearance was hidden, but Gu Jianghe had lived around so many girls in Yaowang Valley since she was a child, and she could roughly judge her age at a glance. , especially her young voice, Gu Jianghe could tell that Ye Yu was about the same age as himself.
"This slave has been a member of the Mingyue Sect since she was a child. It has been fifteen years now."
"What kind of person is your priest?" After hesitating for a while, Gu Jianghe decided to ask this question. When she was in the stone chamber that day, she felt that this priest must have something special for her mother. Such emotions.
The gentleness with which Qing Ling stroked Ayouduo's face was like stroking the most precious jewelry in the world.
"You ask her, why not ask me personally?"
A white robe appeared at the door, and Ye Yu saluted the visitor: "Master Priest."
Qing Ling put her hands behind her back and walked into the room. She glanced at Ye Yu and said, "Get out of here."
"Yes, Lord Priest." Ye Yu disappeared into the house in a blink of an eye, his steps were light and he didn't make any sound when he left.
The torches on the stone wall made a crackling sound, which was particularly loud in the silent room.
Qing Ling slowly walked into the room and sat down. Facing the seat in front of her, she made an inviting gesture to Gu Jianghe: "Please sit down."
"Is my brother also in your hands?"
Gu Jianghe sat opposite Qing Ling in front of the black Pengya square table in the room, looking at him silently. If her mother is really a saint of the Mingyue Sect, then those foreigners who were chasing them back then can almost certainly be members of the Mingyue Sect. If my brother is really in southern Xinjiang, then the greatest possibility is that it is in their hands.
Sure enough, Qing Ling answered readily: "Yes."
"When did you catch him?" Gu Jianghe's hands suddenly grabbed the edge of the square table, and the tea cup on the table lost its balance and began to shake.
"Oh, when was it?" Qing Ling's dark brown eyes turned, feeling very distressed, "I really don't know. He was brought back by our leader himself. When he was brought back, he seemed to be very old. Two years old, thirteen years old?”
"Is he still alive?" Her heart sank to the bottom in an instant. She was twelve years old, which was the year they separated. He was brought back here not long after he left Yaowang Valley. Her brother, Gu Jianghe's heart suddenly ached. In the past ten years, when she had lived peacefully in Yaowang Valley and devoted herself to studying skills, how much had her brother suffered?
Qing Ling laughed: "Of course he is still alive. Do you really want to see him?"
"Yes." Gu Jianghe looked into Qing Ling's eyes.
"So, my girl, what are you going to give me in exchange?"
"What do you want from me?" Gu Jianghe said slowly. In the past few days, she was very sure that there must be something they wanted to get from her. That's why she was caught here, but she didn't. Lock her up.
Qing Ling leaned forward and held her chin with her hand: "Do you think you have anything worth exchanging with me?"
His strength made it impossible for Gu Jianghe to move, but she didn't seem to be planning to dodge.
Gu Jianghe snorted coldly, but did not avoid the close gaze. From those dark brown eyes, she saw her own eyes, cold and firm: "Based on your attitude towards my mother, I bet my There must be something you want on me."
"Hahahahaha, you are right," Qing Ling loosened her fingers, leaving slightly red fingerprints on Gu Jianghe's chin, "You have the same blood as Ayouduo, and you have become the saint of my religion. , I will return your brother to you."
A smile bloomed at the corner of Qing Ling's mouth like a flower.
As long as he still remembers you, I will return him to you.
***
"Have you discovered now that you can no longer use illusions?" Beside the Star Lake, the white-haired man looked at the people in the center of the lake with a smile.
"What did you do to me?" Mingfeng was surprised to find that his Dantian was empty and unable to gather any energy.
"The arrogant Mingyue Cult Master, have you never thought that one day your illusion will be broken?" Wen Ji put his hands behind his back, and the sunlight shining on his white hair made him feel like a god for an instant. , "So, if you want to kill him, you have to ask me if I agree."
The blood dyed the jade finger on Mingfeng's right thumb red, and his pure black hair hung in front of his forehead, covering part of his face. Mingfeng's shoulders shook slightly, and Ranchen couldn't tell for a moment what he wanted. What to do.
After a while, Mingfeng raised his head, and he was actually smiling.
"Hahahahahahaha, Qiu Moyuan is really powerful, but in more than ten years, he has cultivated so many formidable people."
The laughter stopped suddenly, and Mingfeng's dark eyes looked at the people by the lake: "I won't talk to you any more nonsense today. The days are long, and I also want to see whether the Lord of Yunzhong City today is better than yesterday. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the star lake at Mingfeng's feet suddenly stirred violently, as if a silent vortex spread from the soles of his feet. In the blink of an eye, a violent gust of wind rose from the bottom of the lake near the whirlpool, instantly surrounding the underworld wind.
The sudden strong wind blew so hard that the two people on the edge of Xinghu Lake were unable to stand. Ranchen couldn't hold himself steady and was about to fall backwards.
"Be careful." Nan Liyu, who rushed out of the bamboo building, happened to bump into Ranchen who was about to fall. He rushed forward and caught him steadily.
The people who came out with him were unprepared and were blown around by the strong wind in the middle of the lake.
The blood-red robe became increasingly blurry in the rapidly rotating wind.
Gradually, the wind seemed to slow down, but after a while, the surface of Xing Lake seemed to have returned to its usual calm. Except for the countless bamboo leaves that had just been picked up by the strong wind and fell on the lake, there was no shadow of the underworld wind.
The person has disappeared.
Nan Liyu helped Ranchen up and saw that he was okay, so he felt relieved: "Master, what happened?"
"It's a long story," Ranchen shook his head slightly. Knowing that because of the barrier of Mingfeng, no one in the bamboo building had seen anything that happened on the Star Lake, he stopped explaining and just walked back to the Star Lake. By the lake, he bent slightly towards the white-haired man on the other side of the lake and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for your rescue today."
On the other side of the lake, the man in blue and white clothes put his hands behind his back. The originally pale palm of his right hand now had a wound across the palm. Blood was still oozing out of the wound, and bright red blood was flowing along it. The drops from his pale fingertips made his complexion look even more like snow.
Wen Jirou slowly walked along the lake towards the bamboo house.
"I didn't expect that the dignified Lord of Yunzhong City would be trapped by a small illusion barrier."
"The illusion skills taught by Mingyue are indeed powerful, but I am not good at it."
"The city lord feels guilty." Wen Jirou chuckled, but after a while, he walked to a place only a few steps away from the bamboo tower and stopped.
"What did you use to break his illusion today?"
Ranchen was a little curious.
Just now, he was unprepared and was brought into the enchantment of Mingfeng. When he reacted, he discovered that his enchantment was different from his soul-stirring technique. No matter how he secretly used his skills, he could not do it at all. Breaking free from his barrier, it can even be said that you can't move at all.
"Blood." Wen Jirou said lightly, and at the same time stretched out his right hand.
On the palm of his right hand, the wound that cut across the palm was still bleeding unbridled, staining his originally blue-white clothes a little red.
Seeing his hand like this, Ranchen motioned to the people around him with his eyes. Nan Liyu immediately turned around and waved to Jiuxia who was in front of the bamboo building not far away.
"The wound is too deep, it's better to apply some medicine." Ranchen said, and told Jiuxia in a gentle tone as he came to his side, "Miss Jiuxia, I'm going to trouble you."
Jiuxia nodded and trotted to Wen Jirou's side. He didn't seem to resist Jiuxia applying the medicine for him and handed it to her.
"Blood can actually break the barrier of Master Mingyue?"
Nan Liyu on the side has always been smart. After a few words and the scene he saw just now, he roughly guessed what happened just now.
This is actually what Ran Chen was wondering about just now. If it was so simple, how could Mingyue Cult Leader be able to stand firm in southern Yunnan for so many years? However, Nan Liyu always easily guessed what he was thinking, so he took the lead in asking.
The corners of Wen Jirou's lips curled up, half-smiling: "Of course ordinary people's blood can't be used, but my blood can. Because I am his son, my blood is the only weapon to break his barrier."
As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked.
Even Ranchen, who was usually not surprised by anything, couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes.
Jiu Xia, who was bandaging him on the side, didn't seem to be interested in the matter at all. She used the bandage in the medical bag she was carrying to tightly wrap the wound on his right hand.
As soon as she wrapped her hand, Wen Jirou quickly took it out quietly, took a few steps forward, and came to Ranchen: "The city lord seems surprised?"
"yes."
"Hahahahaha, it's normal for you to be surprised, because I am also surprised that a master who is all-powerful in the imperial court has a father who is the leader of a cult."
