Her long silver-white hair was flying in the night, and she looked up at the sky. The begonia hair in her hair looked even more delicate at this time.
Beside him, the young man in green, who was leaning on a wooden stick, looked indifferent, with a gentle expression still flowing between his brows as before. He stood beside Wen Jirou, staring ahead.
Nan Liyu tried to push the wheelchair and let him sit down, but he waved his hand and refused. He wanted to stand on his own and walk up Shushi Mountain step by step with his own feet.
Halfway up the mountainside of Shushi Mountain, there was already a Mingyue cultist wearing religious robes holding a long sword in his hand, staring at the visitor with hostility. Their faces were neatly wrapped in white, not even a hair was exposed, only a pair of eyes kept moving.
But their eyes clearly showed nervousness.
Most of the followers of the Mingyue Sect are just ordinary people who don't know magic. Although they will study martial arts day and night after joining the sect, for the disciples of Yunzhong City who have been using force all year round, they really lack the ability to fight with others. experience of.
There seems to be a light blue transparent wall lying in the middle of them. This wall almost blends into the night in the rainy night, but those with high martial arts skills can see the truth at a glance.
This is also the reason why they have stayed halfway up the mountain.
Qingling formed a barrier in Shushi Mountain, tightly surrounding the entire Mingyue Sect.
Ranchen looked at the light blue wall, thought for a long time, turned his head and asked, "Li Yu, are Master Kongjing and the others here?"
"Not yet, but Fan Xiao has already sped up. Looking at this time, they should be here in just one more stick of incense."
After hearing this, he knew not to be anxious, so he nodded lightly to express his understanding.
The rain began to taper off, and the sky seemed to become clearer from the original thick and dirty sky.
Qing Ling had changed out of his tattered clothes and put on his robe. The blue-purple gentian flowers between his brows glowed with pale gold, illuminating the eyes under his eyelashes.
He looked up to the sky.
After the impact of the heavy rain just now, the sky seemed to have been severely washed, and the stars in the sky were about to be revealed.
Although the dark clouds that were about to dissipate still blocked his vision, he, who was stargazing every night, had already been able to see through them and see the stars behind the sky.
He saw the stars belonging to the Mingyue Sect. Among the stars in the sky tomorrow, they looked a little dim tonight. It seemed that the fate of the Mingyue Sect was about to come.
He also saw a star belonging to the underworld. Beside that star, a strong and bright destiny star appeared, and the orbits of the two stars seemed to be about to begin to intersect.
And the star belonging to the underworld began to flicker.
Qing Ling still raised her head, motionless.
The stars of Mingfeng have changed dramatically tonight. Is his doom really coming tonight?
The foreign body sensation in his hand stung him and he suddenly came back to his senses. He looked down and saw the jade pendant he was holding tightly in his hand.
Her robe was blown behind her by the night wind. Qing Ling put her hands behind her back, jumped down, and disappeared into the night sky.
Although the rain was light, it fell firmly on Mr. Tsing Yi's body, causing him to cough non-stop.
Nan Liyu opened the black-bone umbrella and covered Ranchen's head.
Looking behind them, countless disciples of the Wuqing Pavilion had already accumulated strength in their hands, and seemed to be ready to fight at any time.
Wen Jirou finally took her eyes back from the sky. The dark clouds gradually began to disperse, and the bright stars gradually began to reveal their true appearance.
In the dark green woods, a silvery spiritual butterfly suddenly flew out. It flapped its wings and fluttered, and landed on the hillside of Shushi Mountain, guarding the Mingyue Sect with a sword. The believers' bodies then turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared. The silver spirit butterfly was small and nimble. Under the illumination of countless torches, it was so inconspicuous, but Wen Jirou still saw it.
"Qingling is here."
The spiritual butterfly turned into a wisp of white smoke and fell into Ranchen's eyes.
He waved his hand, and Nan Liyu immediately put away his umbrella and stepped back, and small raindrops hit him again.
A long robe appeared in everyone's sight, with gentian flowers embroidered on the corners with complicated silver threads. In the night, his whole body seemed to be exuding a faint silver light.
"Master Priest." The Mingyue cultists who were guarding the mountainside and dared not move when they saw the coming person, their eyes showed excitement and trust. Although they did not dare to move their hands, they all shouted his name. .
Suddenly, Qing Ling's dark brown eyes emitted a needle-like cold light. He stretched his right hand forward, and a sword slipped out of his right sleeve.
He flipped his right wrist, and the sword was firmly held in his hand. With a movement of his body, he rushed towards Ranchen and the others at a speed that seemed to be a hundred steps faster than before.
Ranchen and Wen Jirou stood motionless in the dark with their hands behind their hands.
The Yunzhong City disciples behind him became commotion the moment they saw Qing Ling.
A figure jumped out from behind Ranchen, and the two swords collided together, making a crisp sound in the night sky.
Qing Ling's figure took a few steps back and landed in front of the members of the Mingyue Sect.
There were only a few stars in the night sky, scattered in bits and pieces in the sky.
But under the night sky, the Xin Xi Sword in his hand was sparkling.
Qing Ling glanced at the long sword in his hand, and the huge gap in the sword appeared in his eyes, like a silent mockery.
He laughed suddenly and threw away the long sword in his hand: "The Xinxi Sword in Yunzhong City is indeed a rare and good sword in the world. Qing Ling really learned the lesson today."
"Thank you, high priest, for the compliment." Nan Liyu put the Xin Xi Sword back into its scabbard, clasped his fists, and quietly retreated behind Ran Chen.
"The Lord of Yunzhong City is really bold. He is so determined to lead people to attack the Mingyue Sect, but he has no scruples." Qing Ling suddenly laughed, but his eyes seemed to fall on Wen Jirou beside Ranchen intentionally or unintentionally. , while talking, playing with something in his hand.
Ranchen coughed slightly, and his body bent slightly because of the cough.
He didn't see what Qing Ling was playing with, but Nan Liyu behind him had a look of surprise in his eyes: "This is the City Lord's jade pendant." He couldn't help but grab Ranchen's right arm, " Young Master, this is the jade pendant you gave to Miss Gu."
The white tassels with light blue fell from Qing Ling's white fingertips. With the wind in the night, they flew randomly in the air. Qing Ling picked up the jade pendant in her hand with two fingertips. , seems to want to study it carefully before his eyes.
Hearing Nan Liyu's words, he seemed to be very surprised and said: "I didn't expect this to be the City Lord's jade pendant. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect you to put such an important thing on a girl. I really underestimated you." "
Wen Jirou turned her head slightly, and her light-colored eyes looked at the young man in green next to her. There was an indescribable complex look in her eyes, which seemed to be surprise or relief.
What was surprising was that Yunzhong City Lord's jade pendant was such an important thing that he would hand it over to an outsider like Gu Jianghe. Fortunately, he knew that Gu Jianghe's position in Ranchen's heart was probably no lower than that of Yunzhong City. At least he won't sacrifice Gu Jianghe again because of Yunzhong City, just like Yunzhong City sacrificed her mother in exchange for the safety of everyone in Yunzhong City.
With this somewhat complicated expression, he sighed softly.
The murderous aura unleashed by the sword fighting just now began to fade away, but at this moment the young master in green straightened up and saw the jade pendant in the hands of the white-clothed priest. The gentle look between his eyebrows began to disappear without a trace.
"Give me back the jade pendant." He said coldly.
"The jade pendant of the Lord of Yunzhong City is such an important thing, so naturally it should be returned to its original owner." Qing Ling agreed very readily, as if he didn't feel the chilling aura gradually beginning to surge in Ranchen's body. He tossed it casually, and the jade pendant was there. A perfect arc appeared in the air, and it flew towards Ranchen.
Nan Liyu jumped up, caught the jade pendant firmly in mid-air, and returned to Ranchen.
Glancing at the jade pendant in Nan Liyu's hand, he did not reach out to take it, but looked at Qing Ling in front of him: "You want to threaten me with Miss Gu?"
"Threatening me is of course out of the question, but why are you attacking the mountain not for her?" Qing Ling reached out and touched her forehead unconsciously. The gentian flower on her forehead seemed to feel the priest's fingertips. With his power, the originally bright light golden light gradually dimmed, and everyone could see his appearance clearly at this time.
With a face as beautiful as jade, the high priest of the Mingyue Sect has a handsome face that is no more than that of an eighteen-year-old boy. Qing Ling waved her broad sleeves and said, "The leader wants to see you two, come with me."
Ranchen and Wen Jirou looked at each other.
Qing Ling raised the corner of her mouth and smiled slightly: "You don't want anything to happen to Miss Gu that you care about, right?"
"Master." Nan Liyu, who was beside Ranchen, stepped forward eagerly, wanting to say something.
Ranchen waved his hand back to stop him from continuing.
He glanced at Wen Jirou, then turned around and said to Nan Liyu's ear: "Wait here for Master Kongjing to come. If Wen Jirou and I don't go down the mountain after dawn, you can protect all the disciples from leaving. I believe you can handle what happens next."
Nan Liyu knew his bad temper and just stamped his foot bitterly.
Ranchen patted his shoulder, turned around and nodded to Wen Jirou beside him.
The two of them had never communicated with each other in words, but at this moment they seemed to fully understand what they wanted to say.
Ranchen took a deep breath, held the wooden stick firmly in his right hand, and took steps.
There seemed to be no obstruction for the two of them, and they actually passed through the light blue transparent wall in one step.
Qing Ling looked at the two people, snorted softly, turned around and walked up the mountain.
The followers of the Mingyue Sect behind them retreated to both sides and separated a path.
The rain seems to have stopped.
