Seeing the fat monk closing the door with a sinister smile, Su Xing's internal organs were shaking and he was unbearably sick.
But his face was always calm.
The incident in Shibao Village was indeed a serious matter. Yan Changyi's behavior was suspicious and he could not protect himself. The three of them were inevitably affected and were considered to be sitting together.
Therefore, I don’t know when the prison will be received.
And if Yan Changyi really betrays the sect, the situation of the three of them may be even more dangerous.
Thinking of the look in the eyes of the law enforcement hall disciple at that time, Su Xing thought carefully. An hour later, my body recovered a little. In addition, after five days of non-stop sleep during the Yuanmulin mission, I finally felt sleepy, and exhaustion poured from all parts of my body like a tide.
His hands were still in shackles, so he leaned against the hard stone shackles and fell asleep.
...
Early next morning.
From a small pavilion with exquisite carvings in Yanhan Peak, a dignified but slightly cold female voice came out:
"Go and see if the owner of Xiaoxuan Mountain has returned to the mountain."
The huge courtyard is full of white and pure tea flowers, with rich fragrance and dense flowers. It is like a snowfall in June, but it is still covered with spring branches. It is also like a fairy wearing plain clothes and falling into the mortal world. When you look at it, the world is pure.
Outside the hospital, a maid nodded yes and left.
"Squeak~"
Not long after, the door to the small attic was opened.
A tall girl walked out, wearing a complicated and elegant purple dress. But her little white jade-like feet were bare, and her delicate red soles stepped on the cold warm stone.
Slowly walking to the white tea plant in full bloom in the garden, her long hair was spread straight around her waist like a willow.
Her eyebrows are as delicate as immortals, her temperament is majestic and cold, but her eyes... are as cold as snow.
Just standing quietly in the courtyard, the beautiful tea flowers here lost all their color in an instant in front of the girl, and even just decorating the girl's background seemed vulgar.
Not long after, another maid's voice came from outside the courtyard:
"Disciple Yue Wensi from the Law Enforcement Hall, please see me."
There was no echo in the courtyard, and the girl just stood there coldly, unlike anyone else here.
The maid outside the hospital continued:
"He said that he got news from Su Xing, the owner of Xiaoxuan Mountain. The matter is urgent and he came here to inform the owner."
As if the cold moon in the water was crushed into pieces by a jade stone, the girl's cold eyes suddenly had a trace of fluctuation, and a strong emotion surged out.
And the fairy returned to the world just like that.
Her cute bare feet stepped on the warm stone twice, and she seemed to feel a little cold. The girl turned around and returned to the house in a hurry. Before closing the door, she remembered something and said to the outside of the courtyard:
"Is Su okay? That's all...I'll be out in a minute."
...
Not long after, in the front hall, there was a larger log with pear blossoms on both sides.
Han Qiaozhi is wearing a complicated and noble purple dress, her jade feet have been hidden by a pair of lavender crested gold embroidered shoes, her long hair is tied up like a waterfall, and a jade hairpin is inserted diagonally, embellished with thin silver beads. tassel. The hosta emits a faint precious light, unlike ordinary objects, and makes the beauty more graceful and luxurious.
There was no expression on her face, but she seemed to be innately majestic. The maid behind her only bowed her head respectfully. Yue Wensi, who was far away on the right side of the table, seemed to be a little embarrassed, and the atmosphere in the place was a little depressed for a while.
Perhaps she felt that the atmosphere in the venue was not good, or she was aware of it but didn't care. Han Qiaozhi just asked lightly:
"How is Su Xing?"
Yue Wensi felt that the two words "Su Xing" seemed to have magic power. When he read these two words, the invisible noble aura of the other person became lighter, and even his own breathing seemed to become easier.
It was obvious that the opponent was just practicing Qi and was at a lower level than himself, so why did he feel so oppressed? You must know that I am a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, and I have seen many large and small scenes, but this is the first time I have encountered someone so majestic and natural that I can even feel a little breathless.
He was accepted as an inner disciple of Yanhan Peak under special circumstances. It was widely rumored by his disciples that his family had an old relationship with Master Yanhan, but now he began to doubt this statement.
Thinking of this, he was not only a little lucky to have a relationship with the other party. You must know that you have no background and average talent. If you can tie yourself to the opponent's chariot in the future, wouldn't it be like a chicken and a dog ascending to heaven?
And all this is because of that overly good-looking man.
Without thinking any more, he didn't even dare to raise his head and look directly into Han Qiaozhi's eyes, cupped his fists and whispered:
"Su Xing is currently trapped in prison."
The next second, he seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. The cold was not like the freezing cold of the ice and snow, but the cold feeling that eroded into the bones in the night when the cold moon hung high!
But the extreme coldness was fleeting and seemed like an illusion.
Click!
Only two steaming cups of tea on the table were suddenly frozen into solid ice.
Picking up a cup of frozen hard tea playfully, Han Qiaozhi's voice was calm, and the uncontrollable hint of coldness in it made the hearts of several people in the room tremble:
"Who dares to touch him?"
Glancing indifferently at the shivering maid and Yue Wensi, who lowered his head and looked slightly nervous, Han Qiaozhi realized that she had lost her composure and knocked on the table. The two frozen tea cups on the table melted immediately, but they were still cold and biting. , but Han Qiaozhi drank it all in one gulp without caring.
Yue Wensi dared to speak out at this moment, and was extremely shocked: the oppressive feeling at that moment was not just at the level of Qi training, the other party must be harboring some big secret.
Not daring to think too much, he just said:
"Senior Sister Han, don't worry, I will take care of you. Su Xing is temporarily detained in Area A of the Prison and will not be seriously injured.
As for the origin of this matter, I don’t know much about it. I only know that it has something to do with..."
Yue Wensi seemed a little entangled. After all, this matter may involve the secrets of the sect, but thinking about the potential of the other party, he finally said:
"I only know that it is related to the Xuankui Sect and is involved in the Shibao Village!"
Han Qiaozhi narrowed her eyes, nodded slightly, stood up and walked into the back of the hall:
"Junior brother Yue, Qiaozhi will keep today's events in mind. Qiaozhi still has some arrangements, so I won't entertain you much. Qiaohan, see you off!"
The maid named Qiaohan nodded respectfully. It stands to reason that Han Qiaozhi's attitude was very arrogant, but after Yue Wensi saw the other party's strength, not only was he not dissatisfied at all, but he followed the maid out as expected.
After Qiaohan sent Yue Wensi away, she returned to the courtyard. She knew that her master must have arrangements at this time.
Sure enough, a tall girl in a noble lavender dress was standing in a field of sedge flowers as bright as snow. With his back to the courtyard gate, he is isolated and independent.
'The master is polite and considerate to everything, but in reality he is very indifferent, even in front of real people. I always feel as if I don't belong to this world and I'm about to fly away at any moment. That Su Xing is like a mortal who dragged a fairy down to earth, but he doesn't know what his charm is. '
'It seems that next time, I have to change with Haruzhi, and I will go to Xiaoxuan Mountain to explore and see if I can get a glimpse of his style. '
Thinking like this, Qiao Han didn't dare to look at them. Although Han Qiaozhi was nice to them, she always seemed to have a kind of indifference that could repel people thousands of miles away. She said respectfully in a low voice:
"Master, Yue Wensi has been sent down the mountain."
Han Qiaozhi did not turn around, and spoke like beads, but there was a hint of coldness hidden inside:
"Prepare the chariot, the inner disciples of Yanhan Peak will visit the Xingshan Mountain Prison today!"
