Midsummer has arrived in southern Yunnan, and the sky is as blue as white. White clouds float across the endless sky, and occasionally scattered clouds are like smoke. The bamboo forest passed through the hot wind, and the Star Lake, which was silent all year round, had a rare fluctuation, and a ripple spread from the lake surface.
Everyone was standing in front of the bamboo building in twos and threes, but everyone was looking in the direction of the bamboo building unconsciously.
Jiu Xia's fingertips were still stained with a trace of blood because she had just bandaged Wen Jirou.
Qingyang, who was standing aside, seemed to have lost a lot of weight because he had been worried about Gu Jianghe for the past few days.
"The girl has been arrested for three days. Is there any way you, Master, can save her? I shouldn't listen to you. I should follow you that day. At least I can know where the girl has gone?"
Qingyang looked at Nan Liluo next to him and wanted to be angry. He slapped him on the arm and said angrily.
Nan Liluo rubbed his arm and said aggrievedly: "You have also seen how powerful that priest is. If you follow me if I don't hold you, are you still alive now? Our young master will definitely find a way. Don't worry. What's more, Miss Gu has a different meaning to our young master. "
That day, the robed priest appeared out of thin air above the bamboo forest. They could feel the unusual power around him at a glance. Nan Liluo could even feel it. His master, Master Qingqingzi, was known as the best Xuanmen in the world. He followed his master's Naturally, he had seen all kinds of extraordinary people in those years, but when he saw Qing Ling that day, he was really surprised. Qing Ling's body seems to have a combination of spells from different regions. It is like the witchcraft of Miao Territory, but it is more capable of bewitching people's hearts. It is also like the spells of the Western Region, but it is more able to absorb the soul than them.
Qingyang was immediately discouraged. Of course she knew that what Nan Liluo said was true. If she really chased him that day, with that person's skill, she would probably never come back. But their girls were not in good health, and they were all like this. It's been several days, and I don't know if she's okay or if she's freezing herself.
Jiuxia who was on the side also walked over and quietly grabbed her hand: "Qingyang, don't worry, we have no other choice but to trust the city lord at the moment, but I think the city lord must have a way to save the girl. What's more." Jiuxia paused and looked at Zhulou, "With him, I always feel that even if the city lord can't do anything, he can definitely do it."
Qingyang knew who she was talking about and unconsciously looked towards the bamboo tower.
Looking at Qingyang's worried eyes, Nan Liluo couldn't help but feel worried. He wanted to reach out and pat her shoulder to comfort her, but when he reached halfway, he stopped when he was about to touch her. He hesitated for a while, but still He put it down dejectedly.
He didn't know how to comfort her. Miss Gu should be as important to them as the young master was to them. But now that they are related to such a mysterious Mingyue Sect, can they really rescue Miss Gu unharmed?
The door of the bamboo house was ajar, and occasionally a summer insect sneaked in through the gap.
The sunlight of the day filtered in through the window, illuminating the entire room.
Wen Jirou picked up the tea cup on the table with her thickly bandaged right hand and was about to take a sip. Ranchen immediately wanted to stop him when he saw it. Before he could speak, he saw his eyebrows tightly knitted together and took a sip of tea. He almost spit out: "What the hell is this? Why are the things you drink getting weirder and weirder?"
Ranchen laughed a little dumbly and said, "This is the herbal tea that Miss Gu prescribed for me to help me regulate my legs. It's a bit bitter."
Wen Zhirou looked at the cup in her hand with disgust, threw it back on the table, and swallowed the sip of tea in her mouth: "You, the city lord, have suffered enough."
"What about Mr. Wen? Isn't his life very difficult?" Ranchen's eyes were gentle, and there seemed to be a trace of sadness flowing in them.
"Don't look at me with that expression of pity for all sentient beings," Wen Jirou looked at the person sitting opposite him with the same disgusted expression as she had just looked at the cup of Chinese herbal tea, "I'm not as miserable as you are. I've been let down. , but I don’t have to bear the responsibilities of these living beings, unlike you, Lord Yunzhong City." Wen Jirou habitually wanted to take out the jade bone fan in her arms, but found that her right hand, which was wrapped like a rice dumpling, could not move at all. Ziru, after trying a few times, had no choice but to give up, and couldn't help but whisper "Damn it."
"Wen Jirou, what kind of person are you?" Ranchen looked at the white-haired man opposite and asked deeply, "Yunzhong City claims to have the most powerful information network in the entire world, but you, we But know nothing.”
"Don't you know now?" Wen Jirou smiled, "I know you have always wanted to know my identity, so I took the initiative to tell you."
"Your relationship with the Mingyue Sect is indeed beyond my expectation." Ranchen paused, "But why did you reveal your identity to save me today? I feel like even Mingfeng doesn't know who you are. ?”
Wen Jirou suddenly laughed wildly, but Ranchen discovered that there was no trace of smile in his light-colored eyes, only endless indifference: "Of course he won't know who I am, I just He is just the bastard who survived among the many women he hurt. If it weren't for him, how could I become such a monster? If it weren't for him, why would I have to live a life of being yelled at and killed since I was a child?" Wen Jirou slowly said Stroking his long snow-white hair, the snow-like long hair slowly slid over his bandaged hand. The same color made them seem to blend into one, "Ranchen, the Mingyue Sect's astrolabe has begun to move. It can The time has come to shake them, I want Mingfeng to die, and you will be doomed to become the Mingyue Sect."
From the moment he saw Ming Feng, the vaguest memory in Ran Chen's heart has been brought up by him. If Ming Feng had known his master more than ten years ago, then why had the master never met him? He had talked about it, or rather he had not talked about it with anyone. What kind of deal did the master make with Ming Feng that allowed him to live in southern Yunnan for more than ten years without invading the Central Plains? With his ability, even if he failed, he could still cause a bloody storm in the world.
"Miss Gu is still in their hands, and I don't want to take risks until her safety is ensured."
"Do you know why King Nanyue is so king in the entire southern Xinjiang, but the Holy Emperor did not take any action against him?" Wen Jirou did not answer Ranchen's words, but suddenly asked him a question.
"Because of the Mingyue Sect?"
"Yes, the Holy One has long been dissatisfied with King Nanyue. Over the years, he has never stopped sending secret historians to Southern Xinjiang in order to obtain tangible evidence of King Nanyue so that he can successfully overthrow him. However, all the spies sent out have always been There is no return. According to my investigation, they should all have died at the hands of the Mingyue Sect."
"The Mingyue Sect and Nanyue King colluded with each other. No wonder they can cover the sky with one hand."
"So, if you want to know whether Miss Gu is well, the only way is to enter the Mingyue Sect," Wen Jirou's eyes moved as she looked at Ranchen, "And now, the only one who can successfully enter the Mingyue Sect is King Nanyue. Tomorrow, King Nanyue’s concubine will go to the Moon Palace of the Mingyue Sect to pray, and following the concubine’s entourage will be the best way to enter the Mingyue Sect.”
When the sun rose to the highest point in the sky, when Mingfeng returned to the Mingyue Sect on the top of Shushi Mountain, it seemed that even the gentian flowers along the way felt the anger of the leader, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to face him.
The blood dripping from the fingertips of his right hand followed all the way, dripping on the buds of the gentian flower, and suddenly withered.
When he walked to Yue Lake at the top of Shushi Mountain, just as he expected, Qing Ling stood by the lake, motionless, as if thinking about something. The surrounding dragon blood trees that were several people high hung down and wide. The long green leaves cover the entire area around Moon Lake in a cool environment, with no sunlight coming through.
When Mingfeng was still a few steps away from Qingling, he seemed to sense the person behind him and turned around. When Mingfeng stopped in front of him, Qingling bent down and said respectfully: "Welcome Leader."
"Tell me, who is he? Is he the star that affects my horoscope?"
The blood dripping from his right hand fell into Qing Ling's dark brown eyes, giving him a rare look of surprise: "Master, are you injured? How is it possible? Your barrier cannot be broken by ordinary people, unless , but how is it possible?”
"Do you know how to break my barrier?"
Suddenly, the dragon blood trees around Moon Lake began to dance wildly, and a strong wind blew from under Mingfeng's feet. The wind became stronger and stronger, and his clothes and black hair kept flying. . Qing Ling, who was standing opposite him, was not immune. Her long hair that was about to reach the ground began to stir, and some shorter hair kept flapping his face.
But he remained unmoved and maintained the same posture as before.
"Yes, any martial art in the world has a life gate, and the leader's barrier is naturally no exception. But I originally thought that this should not exist in this world."
"What exactly is it?"
"The blood of blood relatives," Qing Ling said lightly, "the blood of the leader's blood relatives can break the leader's barrier."
"It's extremely absurd." Mingfeng shouted, "Have I ever had blood?"
"Perhaps, are these women that the leader did not deal with when he was practicing the art of harvesting yin and replenishing yang?"
Mingfeng suddenly became quiet and looked at Qingling with his dark eyes.
At that time, Mingfeng practiced illusion and soul-stirring forcefully despite his own lack of ability, which resulted in a reversal of his skills and a retrograde bloodline. Qing Ling, a young priest at the time, read through various classical medical books and divination horoscopes all night long, and found a way for him that could not only solve the problem of his meridians' reverse flow, but also quickly improve his power in a short period of time. The art of harvesting yin and replenishing yang.
Those girls that Qing Ling personally went down to capture are still unsolved unsolved cases in Jialan City. The families who lost the girls are making trouble day and night in front of the government. But how can the pedantic people in the government find out the ghosts? priest?
Day after day passed, and the families who lost the girls also gave up looking for them in the passing years. The girls who were captured by Qingling and brought up the mountain, after being tortured, also dedicated their young lives to the Mingyue Sect. .
After an unknown amount of time, some families finally found their daughter's body in the wild forest. The government was still unable to find the real murderer and had to treat it as an unsolved case. The murderer is still on the run and has been dragged out to this day.
"Those women, who did you let go?"
"Of course, my subordinates dare not let anyone go, but if the person who can break the leader's barrier today is really a blood relative of the leader, then there is only one possibility. The woman who stole the red blood mushroom survived. , and is pregnant with your child.”
The strong wind gradually stopped around the two of them. The blood on Mingfeng's right hand seemed to have stopped. The blood along the fingertips seemed to have solidified there and stopped dripping. After Qingling's reminder, he seemed to remember What was it? There was an aura of disgust in his dark eyes: "It's that bitch."
"My subordinates think that it was Scarlet Blood Zhi who saved her life."
"Then is there any way to solve this scourge?"
"Red Blood Mushroom." Qing Ling replied, "As long as the leader uses this person's blood as medicine and takes another Red Blood Mushroom, he will no longer worry about anything in this world being able to harm you."
"The red blood mushroom nourished by Wuyunge grows slowly, and its efficacy has been reduced by at least half. Are you sure it is really useful?"
Ayouduo defected from the religion back then, and the Mingyue Sect's sacred objects could no longer grow without the nourishment of the saint. And after the last red blood mushroom nourished by the saint's blood was stolen by that bitch, the Mingyue Sect's sacred objects became even worse. It can be said that it has become waste.
"Wu Yunge did not inherit the complete blood of the saint, so naturally he cannot nourish the perfect red blood mushroom. But the leader, I am afraid you have forgotten that A Youduo's daughter is already in our hands. As long as she inherits A As a saint, Youduo will cultivate the most perfect red blood mushroom for the leader."
An imperceptible light shone in Mingfeng's dark eyes. How could he forget that Ayouduo's daughter had arrived at Mingyue Sect and Yunzhong City? He wanted to see who was doomed by whom.
And that bitch, Mingfeng slowly stroked the jade ring on his thumb with the index finger of his right hand. He would not let a bitch born of a bitch survive in this world. This was a humiliation to him.
