"The leader-the priest is back."
Bloody red robes were flying on the top of the mountain in the middle of the night. The messenger disciples coming from the direction of Shenyue Palace were panting. Among the gentian flowers crawling on the slope, the blue-purple gentian flowers had sharp thorns. , seemed to have scratched his cheek, leaving a trace of blood, but he didn't care, he just lay there religiously, with some nervousness and panic on his face.
All the disciples of the Mingyue Sect are in panic tonight. Yunzhong City's reputation in the Central Plains martial arts world is getting more and more famous, and it will naturally spread to southern Yunnan. Although no one has seen them, they have heard about their invincible reputation. .
But on such a peaceful night, the legend from far away in the Central Plains led countless Yunzhong City disciples to appear on the hillside of Shushi Mountain. All the disciples were so shocked that they picked up the weapons in their hands.
However, the leader who had been standing on the top of Shushi Mountain had his deep eyes gazing into the distance without any movement. At this time, a complicated light flashed through his eyes without anyone noticing. He waved his hand and asked the disciple to step back. Looking up at the sky, the rain seemed to have stopped. Could it be that tonight's battle was already destined?
A silvery robe appeared at the foot of the hillside.
A hint of darkness flashed across Mingfeng's eyes.
There were two figures following Qing Ling, and the three of them seemed to be walking very slowly.
Empty footsteps could be heard on the mountain path.
Ran Chen was slightly panting.
Ever since Gu Jianghe cured his leg injury, he has never really had a good rest. Even now, he can't do without the wooden stick in his hand. Once the journey is a little further, that kind of vague feeling A pain that feels like a needle prick will come from the kneecap.
"Are you okay?" Behind Qing Ling, Wen Jirou seemed to notice the disorder in Ranchen's aura and asked in a low voice.
Seeing the look of concern for him in Wen Jirou's eyes, Ranchen lowered his head and smiled at him, shaking his head to reassure him.
He stared blankly at the white-haired man next to him, and at that moment in his mind, it seemed as if he had returned to the time when they first met.
He vaguely remembered the day they met in Yunzhong City. He was wearing a dark green long brocade robe, exuding an arrogant aura, holding his favorite jade bone fan, and looking calm.
But along the way, fate seemed to be an invisible hand, tightly binding the two of them together. From the eldest princess's rebellion to finally coming to this land in southern Yunnan, Ranchen knew that the relationship between him and Wen Jirou had been changing invisibly.
He suddenly thought of a person's eyebrows. Whenever she smiled, it was like the clearest spring water in the mountains and forests, gurgling down and sparkling under the sunlight.
Perhaps she is also the most important reason why he and Wen Jirou are constantly involved.
"On the fourth watch, the city lord came very late."
In a daze, the three of them had arrived at the top of Shushi Mountain. The dragon blood trees on the edge of Yue Lake climbed up the slope and were spread throughout most of the Mingyue Sect. However, the closer they went to the top of Shushi Mountain, the more sparse they became. .
When we reach the top of the mountain, only green lawns cover everything, making it endless as far as the eye can see.
The wind on the top of the mountain seemed to be stronger than elsewhere. Mingfeng's bright red robe was blowing randomly behind him. He squinted and smiled at the people who were walking up.
As the distance between them got closer and closer, the silver light emitted from Qing Ling's body suddenly became stronger, making all the scenery in front of Ranchen and Wen Jirou instantly blurred. The two of them unconsciously He raised his hand to block the dazzling light coming from him.
However, a moment passed and the strong light gradually faded away. Qing Ling had already disappeared in front of the two people and appeared several feet behind Ming Feng.
Mingfeng's eyes fell on the white-haired man next to Ranchen, and there was suddenly a look of disgust in his eyes.
As if sensing the disgust in his eyes, Wen Jirou became happy instead, with a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Master Mingfeng, what is your purpose of using Miss Gu to lure us two here alone?" Walking here step by step has made Ranchen's aura somewhat disordered. He has not been accustomed to it due to his physical condition since childhood. What kind of superior skill did he have, and now he came here with a sick body, already out of breath.
"It seems that that girl is really important to you." Mingfeng's right index finger unconsciously rubbed the jade ring on his thumb, with a cold smile on his lips, "The women of the Taji tribe are indeed born with talents. She has the ability to seduce souls and capture bones. Whether it is Ayouduo or Ayouduo's daughter, they can always attract a group of men to surround them."
As the words fell, Ming Feng turned his head slightly and looked at Qing Ling.
Qing Ling just looked forward with an indifferent expression, without any change.
"Yunzhong City suddenly gathered disciples to attack our sect. Ranchen, do you want to tear up the agreement between me and Qiu Moyuan?" Mingfeng's dark pupils flashed with a cold light. I don't know what he is thinking at this time. What.
"Tear up the agreement?" On the top of Shushi Mountain, the young man in green began to cough slightly in the strong wind, and his voice echoed on the empty mountain top, "Yunzhong City has always only kept the agreement with gentlemen. How many secrets have been secretly committed by Master Mingfeng in these years? Infiltrating into the Central Plains. Do I need to explain it clearly?
Also, since Miss Gu can cultivate the red blood mushroom for you, but you threaten us with her life, how can this be the behavior of a gentleman? "
"Gentleman? Hahahahahahaha."
Hearing Ranchen's words, Mingfeng opened his arms and burst into laughter. Tears seemed to flash out of his eyes, "Gentleman, these two words are simply the funniest joke I have ever heard. How could someone Use these two words to describe me."
After laughing, Mingfeng frowned slightly and said coldly: "She is not the only one from the Taji tribe. If she can't cultivate red blood mushrooms for me with peace of mind, then what use do I need her?"
After the words fell, Ming Feng turned to Qing Ling who was standing behind him and said coldly: "Go and bring that stinky girl over to me. If you can't cultivate red blood mushroom for me, she should play her part. .”
Qing Ling slowly bent down, said yes, turned around, waved her long sleeves, and disappeared without a trace.
At the moment Qing Ling disappeared, a pale golden sword light was drawn out like a sword, heading straight towards Ming Feng's face, followed by a blue-white figure leaping past.
The moment the sword light flowed out, the red-clothed leader had already raised his toes, grazed the tip of the sword and floated in the other direction.
The sword energy flew into the air, and the blue-white figure slashed through the air and stopped a few steps away.
But he didn't pause at all, turned around like lightning, and rushed towards the red leader again with his sword. The sword in his hand stabbed out one after another, and the pale golden light on the sword tip looked even more bright in the dark night. It was dazzling, and there seemed to be countless sword energy rushing towards Mingfeng.
Mingfeng waved his hands, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the wind, leaping backwards easily.
The sword in his hand pressed forward step by step without retreating.
An angry expression appeared in Ming Feng's eyebrows. He suddenly put his hands on his chest and made a very strange gesture. His eyes were fixed on the person in front of him and he was mumbling something.
In the night sky, the man holding the sword was stunned. At the same time, his left hand drew a sharp dagger from his sleeve, and he swiped it on his right wrist without hesitation.
The skin on the wrist immediately cracked along the place where the dagger tip scratched, and a stream of blood flowed out from the wound like a small snake. It followed the fingers that were holding the sword tightly and gradually began to climb up the sword body.
The blood flowed to the sword, and it seemed to come to life, like a living red snake that slowly moved forward, but after a while, it crawled all over the sword.
Right now!
The man holding the sword's eyes suddenly widened, as if all his inner strength was poured into the sword at that moment, and then he threw the sword out with all his strength.
The sword rushed towards Mingfeng like an arrow off the string.
Seeing the opponent's movements, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in the red-clothed leader's eyes, but when he saw the sword flying towards him, he had no time to care about anything else and slipped a short blade from his cuff. Blocked in front of him.
"塄嘡" sound.
The sword tips collided, and the sword was knocked off its original track by the short blade, and slid along Mingfeng's left arm.
With a "clang" sound, the sword plunged into the ground.
A bloody aura instantly filled the entire space.
On Mingfeng's left arm, a stream of bright red blood gurgled down the wound where the bone was visible. It flowed onto the bright red robe, but the color almost blended into one.
A heartbreaking pain came from the wound, as if it was burned by fire.
"Damn, damn. It's you again."
A burst of anger burned from Mingfeng's dark eyes, it was this damned evil again.
The blood on her right hand dyed the blue-white clothes red, but Wen Jirou put her right hand lightly behind her back and smiled at Mingfeng: "Yes, it's me again. You should be very regretful now. You accidentally let go Give me a way to survive."
A cough sounded from behind, and Ranchen walked up slowly with a wooden stick. He frowned slightly, took out the brocade handkerchief in his arms, took Wen Jirou's right hand hidden behind his back, and pulled the brocade handkerchief hard. Pricked at the wound.
The force was so great that the man in front of him grimaced in pain: "Damn it hurts, can't you be gentler?"
"Can't you think of other ways to deal with him? The world-famous Grand Master can only scratch himself?" Ranchen also rolled his eyes at him with some annoyance.
Just at the moment when Mingfeng and Qingling were talking, Wen Jirou drew out the soft sword wrapped around his waist without hesitation and stabbed Mingfeng. He was also shocked. This move had been done in advance. Wen Jirou didn't tell him. At that time, he thought he had some confidence to take action so suddenly, but he didn't expect that in the end it was just a stupid way to hurt himself.
One time a long time later, he suddenly remembered this night again. At that time, he suddenly understood that the gentleness at that time might have already made up his mind to make himself the first in this gambling game. bet.
