In the eyes of everyone with different thoughts, Cui Daoxian's golden body slowly lowered.
Ye Wumian rushed forward first and looked at the statue's mouth, where a dark red object slowly stretched out.
The tongue of the golden body stretched out like a snake, extending more than a foot outside the mouth.
Seen from a distance, this golden body looks like a hanged ghost, which is very strange.
"Pull your tongue out another three feet, and the door to the secret room will open."
Seeing Ye Wumian looking at the tongue in a daze, Bai Fengguang hugged his trembling body and said quickly.
Ye Wumian was originally curious as to why the door to the secret room was not opened even though the mechanism was activated.
It turns out that kowtowing is only the first step, and the tongue needs to be pulled again.
He gently pulled his tongue, and the tongue was immediately pulled out like a spring.
As the tongue stretched, there was a scratching sound that made the teeth sore. From the corner of the eye, the inner wall of the ancestor's ancestral hall was divided into two parts.
The inner wall is like a cabbage, layer by layer, slowly separated, leaving gaps between each layer. After peeling away five or six layers, I finally reached the bottom, and an inner room with flickering candlelight came into my eyes.
In the middle of the inner room, there was a girl sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed and meditating. Between the girl's eyebrows, there is a sense of heroism. A little cinnabar mole is just right. It is dotted between the eyes. It is a typical beauty mole.
Looking at it this way, this girl is 30-40% similar to Zhou Xian.
Ye Wumian was sure in almost an instant that this girl was definitely Brother Zhou's daughter, Zhou Qingshuang.
When the girl heard the noise, she opened her eyes and saw the doors opening one floor after another. The white scenery entered her eyes, and she also saw Ye Wumian and several other strangers.
"Master Bai. I have said it countless times. I don't like you. Please leave quickly. If you want to force yourself, Qingshuang has a short sword in his hand. The worst result is that we will both be destroyed." .”
The girl sitting cross-legged, who calls herself "Qingshuang", must be Zhou Qingshuang.
There was a resolute look on her face. Although she was trapped in a cage arranged by others and watched by a group of people, she showed no fear at all. She was indeed the first-class hero among women. Compared to her father Zhou Xian, she was even more powerful. Even better.
Ye Wumian sighed and said, "Sister Zhou Qingshuang, your nightmare is over."
These somewhat abrupt words actually caused a period of silence after the woman sitting cross-legged heard them.
Then, her eyes gradually shifted to Ye Wumian, and she said in a soft yet firm voice: "Who are you and what do you mean? Why do you know my name? Why do you call me sister?"
She is not very similar to the women Ye Wumian knows.
Compared with Luo Xiangzhu, she is more calm, compared with Li Dong, she has a touch of human fireworks, compared with Chu Yan, she sits more upright, and compared with Lin Yuchui, she is more fragile.
But she remains strong and unique.
Ye Wumian smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about who I am. I know your father Zhou Xian. He specifically asked me to come here to find you. Sister Zhou Qingshuang, you have been away from home for too long. Do you miss home?"
When she heard Zhou Xian's name and "home", Zhou Qingshuang's upright body couldn't help but tremble a few times.
Her tears were like summer rain, they just came at the drop of a hat, one by one, they all fell on her body.
"laugh……"
She wiped her tears, calmed down, and said, "'You come from your hometown, you should know its things.' In a letter my father gave me, he once said that he wanted to give me a gift. What is that gift? You If you can’t answer it, you’re pretending.”
Seeing her retort, Ye Wumian secretly said: "This little girl's thoughts are quite deep."
However, the world is dangerous, and you need to have this kind of thinking to avoid being harmed by Xiao Xiao.
Raising the pine pattern sword in his hand high, Ye Wumian smiled and said: "The gift is exactly this sword, called the pine pattern sword. Now it has returned to its original owner!"
With some internal strength, he flew the Songwen Sword away in the air. Zhou Qingshuang caught it, looked at it carefully, and said: "Songwen Sword? Yes, it is this sword. My father said it in his letter to me. You want to give this sword to me."
Seeing that Ye Wumian was without his sword, Bai Fengguang suddenly ran to the mangy dog, groped around his waist, took out a long sword, and ran to Ye Wumian as if he was receiving a reward.
"My hero, this is Liu Feng, a member of Jin Yiwei's trial. He gave it to my father. My father also gave me the dragon scale iron scabbard sword. I will give it to you. I just ask you for the sake of this sword. Come on, please spare my life!"
At this moment, Bai Fengguang looked more like a dog than a mangy dog.
Ye Wumian took the sword and was sure it was the sword with dragon scale iron scabbard that he had lost and recovered, and felt filled with emotion.
Unexpectedly, the dragon scale iron scabbard sword that was snatched away by Liu Feng on Black Elk Peak was now back in his hands!
Ye Wumian took the sword and did not give Bai Fengguang an answer for the time being. He just looked at Zhou Qingshuang and said: "Sister Qingshuang, now that you are free again, you can go, go down to Wugong Mountain, go to Changsha City, and find Your father is reunited!”
He didn't ask about the details of Zhou Qingshuang being caught by Bai Fengguang, nor did he ask if he wanted revenge.
These are Zhou Qingshuang's private matters. If there is anything that is inconvenient to talk about, it would be embarrassing to ask and it would easily hurt the little girl's face.
If Zhou Qingshuang has difficulties in her heart, she will naturally point them out herself, and Ye Wumian will also help her resolve them one by one.
Zhou Qingshuang just glanced at Bai Fengguang lightly, with some disgust but no hatred in her eyes.
Turning, he looked at Ye Wumian.
"Since my father can give you the Songwen Sword, it means that you are someone he can trust. I won't go down the mountain for the time being. I will follow you for a while, and then I can calmly make decisions."
Zhou Qingshuang slowly stood up and walked to Ye Wumian.
Just as Ye Wumian didn't ask her too many things, she also didn't ask Ye Wumian's name.
She seemed to believe in everything she saw with her own eyes, and the information obtained by this sense was more reliable than what others said.
If she doesn't leave, it's hard to drive her away even if she has no sleep at all.
Anyway, now that Zhou Qingshuang has been rescued, half of his mission to Wugong Mountain has been completed. Ye Wumian is in a good mood and doesn't care about anything else.
"It takes no effort at all."
It was indeed too smooth to rescue Zhou Qingshuang from the clutches of the devil so easily. It was so smooth that it felt a bit unreal.
As a result, Ye Wumian was much more pleased with the annoying white sceneries, and the motive of wanting to kill him in the first place was no longer so strong.
After enjoying the pleasure in his heart for a moment, Ye Wumian looked at Bai Fengguang and said, "Do you want to live?"
Hearing that Ye Wumian finally got to the point, Bai Fengguang nodded repeatedly, hugged himself tightly, with a pitiful look on his face: "Hero, I want to live, I must live."
Seeing his appearance, Ye Wumian felt a little funny.
The young master of the dignified Jinding Sect is actually this kind of thing?
I remembered that when I was in Changsha City, when I used my sword to force Bai Shuiquan to a point of no return, the other party's embarrassed look and his ugly demeanor of telling everything to others were somewhat similar to Bai Fengguang.
As expected of a father and son, there is a heritage in this aspect!
