A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the dark clouds that had been dispersed unexpectedly gathered again at some point. The big raindrops began to fall rapidly again, hitting everyone.
The originally thick blood was diluted by the raindrops, and the drops mixed with rain began to seep into the ground.
The rain soaked Qing Ling's originally flowing long hair all over her body, and the gentian flower on her forehead that originally glowed with a pale golden light seemed to be lifeless at this time.
He raised his head and let the rain hit his face, but he remained motionless, staring straight at the stars in the sky.
The life star belonging to the underworld wind has begun to dim and fade, gradually losing its vitality.
A genuine smile finally appeared on his face.
The destiny star belonging to Mingfeng finally fell on this night.
The sky is vast and the sky is vast, but at this moment, he actually felt so empty.
His eyes retracted from the sky and fell on the figures not far from him.
The man in green and white clothes staggered up from the ground. Wenxi's sword was still stained with his and Mingfeng's blood. Looking at the man who had fallen to the ground and died quietly, Wen Jirou smiled to herself. It took so much effort. Most of his scheming life was just to take his life, but in the end, why wasn't he given this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
He stared blankly at the red figure that had died quietly. There seemed to be something bright in his light eyes, but it disappeared in the end.
A feeling of sadness seemed to wander back and forth between the mountain tops.
He got up and saw Ranchen lying in the other direction, and ran over in a hurry.
The Jishidao left its master's hand and lay alone on the grass nearby. It seemed that there was no breath of the master, and the aura around him no longer exuded a cold blue light.
Wen Jirou helped Ranchen up and let him half-rely in her arms, only to find that the man who had fought so hard to strike in the battle had already fallen into a coma, and his face was as pale as if he was dead.
"His poison should be acting up again."
The white robe slowly moved across the damp ground. The ground was obviously mixed with mud and blood, but the tail of the robe seemed to have been dragged across a clean and tidy place, without being stained by any ashes.
He was obviously a man who could hide from nature, but just now he allowed the rain to get wet. Maybe even he wanted to have that moment of clarity under the rain.
Qing Ling walked up to the two of them and looked at them condescendingly.
He stretched out his right hand, and a silvery spirit butterfly appeared from his palm in the air. It waved its beautiful wings and flew in front of Ranchen, as if looking for a place to stay. The spirit butterfly circled his She turned her face three times and finally landed between his lips.
But in an instant, Spirit Butterfly trembled violently, and the light on its body began to emit black energy, and then spontaneously ignited, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared.
Qing Ling retracted her hand and said with an indescribable look in her eyes: "You are still alive, but you insist on using all your inner strength to complete this blow. He actually trusts you so completely and cooperates with you to complete this blow." The kill."
"He is a gentleman, of course you won't understand." Under the heavy rain, his gentle and gentle expression was hidden, and it was not so easy to see clearly.
Qing Ling laughed indifferently. It seemed that from the moment Mingfeng fell to the ground, he really became happy: "I know, you hate me too, although you hate him more. But if it weren't for me, you would My mother doesn't even need to suffer this kind of suffering. I said, if you need me to pay for it with my life, I will have no complaints."
"There is no need," Wen Jirou helped Ranchen up and stood up in her arms, "The origin of all this evil is Mingfeng. Although you are an accomplice, you saved my mother's life after all. , also saved my life. We are both clean, not to mention," Wen Jirou paused and continued, "Most of the three thousand followers of the Mingyue Sect are just ordinary people. They need you, and Mingfeng doesn't care about their life or death. , I just hope you won’t be like him again.”
"Perhaps not even God would have thought that a man like Ming Feng, whose hands were stained with blood, would have such a kind-hearted child." Qing Ling couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that God is still merciful to him. "
"Mercy?" Wen Jirou smiled self-deprecatingly, "If I really had a kind heart, I wouldn't have killed the person who gave me life just to come here all these years, and my hands would be stained with so much blood. .”
At the other end of the hillside, the woman whose acupuncture points were pressed by Wen Jirou was finally able to move freely. She trotted to the side of the three of them. The rain had already soaked her, and she even felt the cold chill.
But when she saw the unconscious man in Wen Jirou's arms, Gu Jianghe's expression changed and she put her hand on the pulse on his neck. It was so weak that she could hardly feel it. .
Why, the two hearts will attack again. It seems that he has eaten something, which caused his internal strength to break through the limits of the human body and gather together, but this also made his mental strength reach the limit.
"If he continues to be poisoned, I'm afraid he won't survive tonight." Qing Ling just glanced at Gu Jianghe, feeling more certain about her diagnosis.
Gu Jianghe didn't answer, the expression in his eyes changed back and forth, complex and intense. After a moment of pondering, she finally spoke and looked at Qing Ling: "I need you to help me."
He looked at Gu Jianghe in surprise: "You have to think about the price you will pay to save him. Yunzhong City was so sorry to you and Ayouduo at the beginning, but now you are going to risk your life to save him?"
Wen Jirou's right hand that was originally holding Ranchen suddenly let go and squeezed Gu Jianghe's hand tightly. The pale and slender fingers were so cold in his palm. He said with some warmth and anger: "What do you want to do? ?”
The raindrops fell on the woman's delicate and white face. The face without makeup was so dazzling at this time, and even the blue in her eyes seemed more and more dazzling.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. No matter what purpose you two have, you saved me in the end. I chose to save you. It's that simple."
A gentle sigh seemed to float out of Qing Ling's mouth, but it didn't seem to exist.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Ranchen's arm and brought him into his arms. He was obviously such a tall man, but at this moment he was as light as a feather, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
"Wen Jirou, go down the mountain and tell the people in Yunzhong City to evacuate people from Shushi Mountain and don't hurt my Mingyue Sect members. In three days, I will return their city lord alive to them."
Before he could react, Qing Ling grabbed Ranchen's waist, pointed her toes, and flew towards the Shenyue Temple not far down the hillside.
Wen Jirou wanted to let go of Gu Jianghe's hand and chase after her, but was held tightly by her other hand. He looked back at her in surprise. The woman in the dark was shivering due to the rain. But her eyes were like bright stars in the night sky: "Don't worry, we will be fine. You go down the mountain first and return to Mingyue Sect in three days."
***
It was still raining heavily at the top of the mountain in Shushi, but as we got further down the mountain, the rain became lighter and lighter.
The sky seems to have started to get brighter, and the originally blue and black color of the sky has begun to slowly become lighter.
Nan Liyu still held the sword tightly in his hand, and after several hours passed, he still didn't relax at all.
The disciples of the Wuqing Pavilion they brought behind them were all old men who had followed them around in battles over the years, but this was the first time that they had not taken any action for several hours and were just waiting here stupidly.
Even though they were experienced, they couldn't help but slack off a little.
Nan Liluo said worriedly beside him: "Brother, several hours have passed. I see that many of them can't eat anymore. What should we do?"
The Mingyue Cult members opposite, wrapped in white cloth, covered most of their faces, making it difficult to see their expressions clearly. But Nan Liyu had already sharply discovered that their hands holding weapons were already trembling.
Nan Liyu just turned his head slightly: "We have seen the abilities of the leader and the priest. Now that the life or death of the city leader is uncertain, we dare not act without authorization. Let's wait now."
Nan Liluo knew what he said. Although he was worried, he still nodded obediently.
A soft cough sounded from the forest at this time, which seemed very abrupt in this crowded but extremely quiet place.
Nan Liluo was so shocked that he took a step forward: "The city lord is back."
However, Nan Liyu grabbed him and said, "Li Luo, be careful, this voice is not that of the city lord."
The Mingyue cultists who were guarding the entrance turned around in horror and pointed their weapons at the dark forest.
A blue-white figure slowly appeared in front of the person.
He seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries and had some difficulty walking. The sleeve of his right hand was stained with blood, which was shocking. He kept coughing along the way, and he could only cover his lips with his left hand. , as if to make the coughing sound softer.
Her long snow-white hair was so obvious in the dark night.
"It's Taishi Wen." Nan Liluo shouted in surprise.
When Wen Jirou was about to reach the entrance, he put his hand into his arms and seemed to be taking out something. After a while, a shiny thing appeared in his hand, and he threw the thing in his hand to The Mingyue Cultists not far away.
They looked at the things in their hands and exclaimed: "Master Priest." They were about to kneel down.
"Since you know it's Qingling's thing, why don't you give way to me?" Wen Jirou said coldly.
The group of believers actually lowered their weapons and walked to both sides of the road, making way for Wen Jirou.
When Wen Jirou approached, Nan Liyu clearly saw the brocade handkerchief in his hand. The brocade handkerchief had been completely penetrated by scarlet blood, but the handkerchief was clearly the one Ranchen always carried with him.
"Master Wen, where is my young master?"
