moonlit night

On the side of the main road leading to the main gate of Ningbi Palace, Luo Qingluan ran forward numbly.Because she was carrying someone behind her back, she couldn't free her hand to wipe her tears, so she could only let the tears slide down her cheeks silently,

It even became more and more turbulent, gradually converging into a stream at the lower jaw, and falling into the empty flute box hanging around the neck.

Because he had just been discovered by others, Luo Qingluan had tried his best to escape from those disciples. He was afraid of being discovered again, so he didn't dare to flee to the Ming Road.

Run in the right direction.But the one under his feet didn't pay attention, but was tripped by those ubiquitous moss vines, one staggered and fell heavily to the ground, and Luo Mingjia, who was on his back, also rolled to the ground.

The whole person rolled down the slope, until he was blocked by a towering ancient banyan tree at the bottom of the slope, and finally stopped the fall.

Luo Qingluan got up on the ground, and ran towards the woman in purple under the tree.until at last it comes close,

She couldn't help sobbing, hugged the woman into her arms, and cried, "Little aunt, are you okay? Qingluan can't run anymore, woo woo woo, wake up, okay?"

The fierce battle with the disciples of Ningbi Palace just now has exhausted what little strength she has left.Although Luo Qingluan beheaded all those people under the sword, he didn't get much advantage.

Not only was he injured, but even the Shuiyuan sword was entangled with one of the weapons, and he couldn't draw it out no matter how he pulled it out.Luo Qingluan was afraid of being chased again, and seeing that he had no choice but to grit his teeth and abandon the sword, he ran away towards the main entrance of Ningbi Palace in his memory without looking back.

But while running, Luo Qingluan felt something strange around his neck.She shook her head vigorously, shaking off the thing that was originally hanging around her neck, but found that what appeared in front of her eyes was no longer the original bamboo flute.

It was a small box made of bamboo.The box was uncovered, and there was nothing in it, but the body of the box was stained with blood.

But Luo Qingluan remembered clearly that there was no blood on that place before.The blood that was stained looked very fresh. If you think about it, it could only be the blood shed when you were injured in the fight just now.

Could it be that if Feng Mingxiao was stained with his own blood, would he become something else?

Among the Taoist classics that Luo Qingluan has read in the past, it is not that there are no records about this kind of utensil making method, but it has always been regarded as a strange skill and obscenity, not valued by the righteous way, and cannot be admitted to the elegant hall, so Luo Qingluan I have never learned it, and I don't know that my little uncle is quite dabbled in this way.

But now that the facts are in front of her eyes, she can only guess whether her little uncle put something into the flute and left it to her when she handed Feng Mingxiao to her.If she encounters danger in the future, the bamboo box will automatically pop out and bring the things hidden in it to her.

But what is that thing?Why is it gone?

Ever since he got it, he never let Feng Mingxiao leave his body, how could the contents inside disappear?Could it be that he gave it back to whom?

To... who?

Luo Qingluan desperately recalled, his whole body was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.But suddenly, in front of the white jade tomb, the scene where Jing Zhao handed over the bamboo flute and music score with a smile suddenly appeared in front of the girl.Her heart was half cold, and her tears fell down, but she couldn't stop it anymore.

Luo Qingluan, why are you so stupid? !He obviously felt something was wrong, but he still wanted to give this bastard the last thing left by his little uncle!

What will happen if the things are taken away by him?Did he kill the little uncle just because he took it away?

It's me, it's all me, I killed my little uncle.

Luo Qingluan no longer cared about being heard, so she hugged Luo Mingjia tightly, crying out of breath.She looked up at the sky, but the sky did not answer, and looked down at the ground, but the earth did not answer. At that moment, it seemed that she was the only one left in the world, but she was at a loss as to what to do.

The wind is all over the building, what should I do?

What would you do now if you were me?

What do I have to do to get rid of the crime?

Should I kill that person to avenge my little uncle?

What's more, that person was talking nonsense in public, and dared to say that my mother was killed by my father himself.

Damn him.

"Brother Zhao..." Xu Shi's impact when he rolled down was too violent, and Xu Shi was too uncomfortable being bound by Luo Qingluan's suddenly tightened arms. The look in his eyes was suddenly startled and he said: "Luaner, what's wrong with you? We... Where are we? What are you going to do!"

Luo Mingjia couldn't believe her eyes. At that moment, in Qingluan's clear eyes that were close at hand, she saw the deep-rooted hatred and the vicious killing intent that was as cold as a blade.

Because he knew that Luan'er had a poor background, the second elder brother told himself since she was a little baby that he would take Luan'er by his side and raise him himself, only to teach Luan'er to be good with one's heart, so that the child would not be blinded by hatred in the future Eyes, do something that I regret.As Luan'er grew up day by day, Luo Mingjia saw that her girl's appearance became more and more lively, her temperament became more and more lively, and her character became more and more in line with the second brother's expectations, so she let go of her heart that had been hanging for a long time .

But now...

Hatred, and the killing intent born of hatred, is the last thing Luo Mingche wants to see in Luo Qingluan's eyes.But now, it's all over.

The remnants of the fire torture he suffered on the Lihun Platform were still there, as soon as Luo Mingjia woke up, he turned his head and coughed violently a few times.After finally regaining her strength, she hurriedly reached out to grab Luo Qingluan's wrist, but she missed it. Instead, she was restrained by the other party's shoulders and leaned back against the banyan tree.

Luo Mingjia was seriously injured and couldn't stand up at all. Seeing that he couldn't stop him now, he could only anxiously say: "Luan'er! What are you going to do!"

"Shh, don't let those people hear." Luo Qingluan said softly.She moved closer, looked at Luo Mingjia seriously, and said solemnly: "Little aunt, you should stay here and rest for a while. I just fed you Juling Pill, and when you feel better, follow the path ahead." Go out the other way, go back to the Luo family to rescue the soldiers, and ask Sister Xiaoxing to bring someone to eradicate this demon cave. You must be careful, but if they still find it, then you can’t blame you, maybe it’s our Luo family today... Fate Absolutely."

After finishing speaking, she stood up and ran back and forth, no matter how much Luo Mingjia called her behind her back, she never looked back, and quickly disappeared at the end of the dense forest without a trace.

Luo Mingjia saw that it was useless to shout, and was afraid that the people inside would be attracted, so he could only give up with hatred.She closed her eyes, and flowed the qi and blood through the dantian, trying to absorb the aura from the surrounding world into the altar, so that she could recover some energy and go back to find Luan'er.

However, just now when he exhaled and absorbed half of it, Luo Mingjia heard several people coming towards this side.As the footsteps got closer, she had to temporarily suspend her spirit gathering, and struggled to get up, trying to move her body to the lush grass beside her.

But at this moment, the grass beside the giant camphor was suddenly pushed aside.

Luo Mingjia felt his blood rushing to the top of his head, and his whole body froze.She looked at the people in horror, and saw that the head of the person had a majestic appearance, with a bright pearl on his forehead, and the lying silkworms under his eyes became more and more obvious as the smile deepened, and he looked very amiable.

It was the most frightening face in the nightmares she could not escape night and night.

"Xiaojia, so you are here." Jing Zhao stepped on the grass, slowly bent down, stretched out his hand to Luo Mingjia, and said with a smile, "I have been looking for you for a long time for my husband, but fortunately there is no serious problem. Come, give me your hand, Come home with me."

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Running, running tiredly with the support of the people beside me, seems to be endless.But Jingli knew that they were getting closer and closer to that place.

That place, the grave made of white jade, seemed to be the place where his soul was destined to return.

Recalling what happened just now in front of the Lihun Stage, it seems to be vivid in his memory, when the man on the opposite side took out the real Ningbi Pearl and accused him of daring to pretend to be fake, Jing Li knew that everything was over.

But according to the plan, he should have died in front of the stage just like that, under the sword of his own brother, and used his own blood to bring back the glory that should belong to Ningbi Palace.

What went wrong?

"Why save me?" Jing Li suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold and menacing, he hoarsely asked the man in black beside him, "Why did you save me, did I ask you to save me?"

As soon as these words came out, the two stopped at the same time.The man let go of Jing Li's hand, took a step back, lowered his head, seemed to feel very guilty, and only dared to say in a low voice: "Palace Master, I..."

"I'm asking you something," Jing Li pushed him violently, speaking more and more furiously and quickly: "Answer me!"

"Palace Master Jing, why don't you answer me first!"

Suddenly there was a shout not far away, and Luo Qingluan walked out from the shadow of the grass and trees, staring coldly at the two people who were coming.

"Palace Master Jing, I want to ask you first," the woman pointed her phoenix flute at Jing Li, "Is the thing my little uncle left for me in your hands?"

"Something, what is it?" Jing Li squinted his eyes, "Miss Ruoluo said that it was the seal of the head of the Luo family hidden in the flute box, but it is indeed in my hands. However, if you want to It is not so easy to get it back, because it has been destroyed by me!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Luo Qingluan was trembling with anger, his eyes widened, and he immediately attacked him with his flute, "Death!"

Seeing her getting closer, Jing Li urged the man in black: "What are you still doing, stop her!"

"The question just now, I will answer you now." The tone of the man in black suddenly changed, "Because you are working for Zhaoya, so I will kill you with my own hands."

"Who are you?" Jing Li was startled, but immediately understood, "You are Demon Lord? Jun Changye!"

Almost as soon as the words were finished, Jing Li bent his back and dodged Jun Changye's thunderous blow, and then quickly stepped back to the side.After all, Jing Li was also a hero. Even though he was seriously injured, his movements were still extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the sword in his hand had pushed away Feng Ming Xiao who was attacking behind him, and put his backhand on Luo Qingluan's neck.

"Jun Changye, this girl in my hand is your senior sister." Jing Li said coldly, and the sharp knife in his hand immediately moved a few inches closer to Luo Qingluan's neck, "If you are not afraid that Mr. Wang Shu will blame you for killing him Your beloved disciple, just watch her die."