Wen Jirou smiled lightly: "Priest Qingling, long time no see."
Qing Ling's hair seemed to have given birth to countless spiritual butterflies, and the silvery butterflies kept flying between the two of them. One or two seemed to have heard Wen Jirou's snow-white hair.
"It turns out it's you." The white-robed priest slowly walked out of the darkness, "I didn't expect that after so many years of not seeing each other, you could actually rely on your own strength to come back here."
"Then I have to thank you, Lord Priest. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive today."
There seemed to be complex changes in Wen Jirou's eyes, and she didn't speak for a long time.
His skills seem to be more refined, and after so many years, his appearance is still the same as when he first saw him.
…
A stone hit his forehead, and a child's mocking voice came from his ears: "Little monster."
The little boy, who was only ten years old, was lying on the gravel ground. The old linen clothes on his body were even more stained with mud. There were mottled footprints on them. His long hair was stained with straws and was dirty.
"Hahaha, you look like an old man at such a young age."
One after another, jeers came from the group of children farther away. Some older children picked up stones on the roadside and kept throwing them at him.
The stone fell on his exposed skin, and the already delicate child's skin instantly became red and swollen.
The little boy lying on the ground actually had snow-white hair.
The boy blocked the flying stones with his arms, raised his head, and looked at the group of people in front of him calmly.
The leader of the children suddenly panicked and lost control of the stone in his hand, falling to the ground.
The child behind him pushed him, scolded him for being timid, squatted down, picked up stones, and continued to throw them at the person lying on the ground.
The stone fell on him unexpectedly.
The stone seemed to be possessed, floating in the air just a punch away from him. His pupils could clearly see the shape of the stone, and the dust on it seemed to fall into his eyes.
The children who were originally arrogant and holding stones to bully others now turned pale, as if they had seen something terrible.
A gorgeous robe appeared behind the white-haired child, and his legs seemed to be floating on the ground. The gentian flowers embroidered with silver threads on the robe are fluttering in the air, as if they are about to jump out of the robe.
The small pebbles that were still floating in the air seemed to have become alive and turned in a direction. No one could see clearly what was happening. The child in charge saw him covering his forehead and falling to the ground wailing. on the ground.
A stream of dark red blood flowed from between the fingers like a small snake.
"You are so vicious at such a young age." A cold voice floated in the air. It was a young child, screaming and running away. The leading child ignored his bleeding forehead and rolled and crawled away.
The white-haired child stood up with his hands and patted the dust on his body, even though there was already so much mud on his body that it was useless work.
Qing Ling looked at the child in front of her with interest: "You are young, but he is different from others."
"You don't look much older than me." He raised his eyes and stared at the white-robed boy in front of him with his light eyes.
Qing Ling walked slowly in front of him, squatted down, and held up his chin with her fingers. As if there was a gentle but strong force, he raised his head unconsciously and looked into those dark brown eyes: " I let your mother live, but I didn't expect you to be so tenacious and survive. If that's the case, I don't mind saving you one more time."
…
"Since you left Southern Xinjiang, I thought you would live a good life, but I didn't expect that you would choose to come back and die?"
There were thick curtains hanging on the dark corridor. The wind blowing from nowhere blew the curtains up, and the sight between the two people suddenly became blurred.
Wen Jirou laughed softly: "Priest Qingling is really joking. When you saved me, didn't you already expect that I would come back one day?"
The spiritual butterflies around Qing Ling stopped in the black hair, turned into wisps of white smoke, and disappeared.
"Where are my mother's bones?"
Qingling's eyes turned and she looked at the person in front of her indifferently: "If you want your mother's bones, what will you give me in exchange for it?"
Wen Jirou threw the golden hairpin in her hand to the ground, and the crisp sound echoed in the empty corridor, making waves of echoes.
"Priest Qingling, I know the story between you and Saint Ayouduo. I also know that if Mingfeng hadn't been chasing her, she might not have died. He only cares about Scarlet Blood Zhi, and you care more about her. Life."
A slightly complicated expression appeared on Qing Ling's face. He looked at Wen Jirou without saying a word.
"When you let my mother go, I knew that you were different from him. You still had compassion."
"Hahahahahahaha, compassion," Qing Ling grinned as if she had heard some terrible joke. His face was still young, but he indeed smiled so sadly, "I have done all the bad things for so many years, you But he said that I have compassion, so don’t forget that if it weren’t for me, your mother wouldn’t be on such a path of no return.”
"So, I hate you, but I hate Mingfeng even more." In the dim corridor, the man with white hair falling off his shoulders looked gloomy and cold, "And you also hate Mingfeng, so our cooperation will be the best choose."
The smile on Qing Ling's face slowly climbed into his dark brown eyes: "It seems that when I saved you, I really left a strong helper for myself."
The white-robed priest turned around and flicked his robe with both hands. Under the raised robe, there seemed to be countless corpses of spiritual butterflies.
"Mingfeng was injured by your blood and has been in seclusion to recuperate. After ten days, he will come out, kill you, and take your blood and red blood sesame. From now on, he will no longer have a life. If you want to kill Without him, these ten days will be the key to victory. I miss you, you must have figured out what to do."
"What about Miss Gu?" He finally spoke. Even though he claimed to have supernatural powers, he found out everything about Qingling and all the stories between him and the saint Ayouduo, but he never expected that , after Ayouduo defected from the church, the child she gave birth to was actually her.
In his life, from the time he could remember, he had only one belief in his heart, which was to take revenge, and the hardships along the way were never erased. But since he met the doctor from Yaowang Valley, something seemed to have changed in his heart, but what it was, he couldn't be sure.
How can a child who has never been loved by anyone know anything about feelings?
In the darkness, the white-robed priest turned his head slightly, and the spiritual butterfly landed on his head. Under the silver light, his eyes revealed a strange look: "You actually care about her?"
"She has become the new saint of my religion," Qing Ling waved her hand, her wide sleeves floating in the darkness, "I advise you to stay away from her. You have also seen the consequences of apostasy. You don’t want her to follow the same path as her mother again.”
The white figure gradually disappeared into the darkness: "If you can succeed, I will tell you the whereabouts of your mother."
A soft sigh echoed in the empty corridor.
***
"Damn it, Qing Ling, where is the person?" A cry of anger rang out from the dormitory, and with the crisp sound of a lamp falling to the ground, a woman's scream also sounded from inside.
The servants standing outside the stone door began to feel weak in their legs unconsciously, but no one dared to push the door open and go in.
Yixia stood at the stone door and paced back and forth, her face under the veil rarely changed expression. The leader's anger was no small matter.
When the white-robed priest appeared in her eyes, she rushed towards him as if she had seen a savior: "Master Priest."
"What's going on?" Qing Ling frowned. The leader has been practicing the art of harvesting yin and replenishing yang with the girl he caught up the mountain recently. Nothing has happened for so long. How could there be such a commotion today?
"My subordinates don't know, the leader is furious, and the subordinates dare not advance rashly." Yixia lowered his head and said respectfully to Qing Ling.
"Open the door."
He glanced at the stone door with his dark brown eyes and calmly gave instructions to the servants at the door.
The heavy stone door was slowly pushed open.
Countless curtains fell down, blocking his view.
He stretched out two slender fingers and moved forward slowly while using his fingers to open the curtain in front of him.
On the stone table in the center of the inner room, there was an eight-treasure brocade box placed on a red sandalwood lacquered flower and bird tray. The lid of the brocade box was flipped to the ground, and there was nothing inside.
Not far away, a naked girl lay on the ground, and the ground in front of her was stained with shocking blood.
The red-robed man dripping blood like the setting sun stood beside the stone table and went crazy. He saw the white-robed priest behind the curtain, pointed at her and glared: "This is the person you are looking for. She actually dares to eat me." of red blood mushroom."
Tonight is the last time for Ming Feng to use the Yin and Yang technique. After taking the Red Blood Mushroom, his power will increase several times. But he never expected that this woman, when she was finally dying, could actually grab the brocade box. Take the red blood mushroom in it.
When Ming Feng, who was doing his final exercise, opened his eyes, anger surged from his dantian to his eyes in an instant.
Qing Ling walked to the girl who had fallen to the ground, squatted down, and gently probed with her hand: "She is dead. Yi Xia."
The masked woman outside the stone door ran in quickly in fear.
"Get her away."
Qing Ling watched coldly as Yi Xia took the dead girl away from the dormitory, and bowed deeply to Ming Feng: "Master, please calm down, you have just finished your luck, and you are so easy to go crazy."
Beside the stone table, the voice of the man in red robe was cold and urgent: "Qing Ling, I have fallen short now, but am I getting what you want?"
"Teacher, calm down," the voice of the young man who bent down deeply was calm and cold, "Red blood sesame can help the leader to improve his skills to a higher level. Although he has lost the red blood mushroom now, the moon is full today, and the water of the Moon Lake can still help the leader to improve. Skill, I also ask the leader to follow me to Moon Lake."
The torches on the stone walls in the dormitory kept sizzling.
Silence echoed in the room.
The leader in red finally snorted coldly and walked out of the room.
Qing Ling straightened her back, stroked the non-existent ashes on her body, and followed.
The new moon has risen, and the moon lake under the night sky is glowing with mysterious light, and the sleeping water lilies on the lake are blooming one after another.
A bamboo raft floated on the moon lake. Under the moonlight, the red-clothed leader sat cross-legged, his long black hair flying in the night wind.
The white-robed priest by the lake kept chanting something. Spirit butterflies kept flying out of his hands and flying toward the people in the lake.
A slight sound of footsteps came from the side. Qing Ling slowly opened her eyes, it was Yi Xia who had just left.
Yi Xia quickly walked to Qing Ling's side and whispered, "Master Priest, the woman just now is not dead."
