Zhu He

Although he got Dong Qinghe's order, Murong Jiaoyang didn't intend to give the drunk man a hand, he just proudly held the Tianluodi website in the clouds, and flew towards Wanyao Palace without looking sideways.

However, Qingyue who was beside him was already very grateful. As young servants of Qinghemen, they all only had the cultivation base of building a foundation. The speed of Fuyun Yujian couldn't compare with the elders. Murong Jiaoyang was willing to take them all the way and use each other The temperament of looking down on the world is extremely rare.

Unexpectedly, when Qingyue was quietly rejoicing, the fish on his back became restless.

There were eyes around him looking at him, Murong Jiaoyang naturally noticed it immediately, turned his head slightly, and met a pair of blurred but amazed eyes, staring at him intently, after a long while, the drunk opened his mouth and yelled out with a smirk: "Fairy..."

The cry was extremely low, but it couldn't escape the practitioner's ears, Qingyue knew immediately that he was going to suffer, and sure enough, Elder Murong's eyes lit up fiercely, and he kicked Yu Miao's buttocks, He kicked directly off the cloud!

Thanks to Qingyue's quick eyesight and quick hands, Yu Miao didn't fall to pieces by jumping up and holding him back. Even so, the two of them still fell straight into the flowers in front of the Wanyao Palace, and fell into a daze. Yu Miao woke up abruptly from the impact, her ass almost split into two.

Murong Jiaoyang spun around and landed on the ground, without even looking at the ignorant guy, he walked into the hall with the knife box.Putting the heaven and earth net into a stone room, muttered two more formulas, and then turned around and came out.

Qingyue outside could only watch Elder Murong go away through the clouds, turned his head and stared at Yu Miao who was moaning bitterly, and said angrily: "Don't you know that what Elder Murong hates the most in his life is when others praise his appearance?" , you're done, kid!"

Yu Miao raised his eyes, his drunken pupils were full of innocence, he didn't seem to understand what he was talking about, he just remembered that he seemed to see a fairy...

Fairies are really beautiful...

Yu Miao continued to giggle.

And when these two people also left, the front of Wanyao Palace returned to silence.At this time, a black shadow came down silently, after looking around, he followed the route that Murong Jiaoyang had just walked towards the hall.

This person was tall and strong, he came to the stone room after a few moments of wandering, saw the knife box placed on the stone table, the black shadow bared his white teeth.

A faint red light flickered on the knife box, and the black shadow could tell at a glance that the thing had been enchanted. He snorted coldly, twisted a few tricks, and the red light slowly went out.Heiying waited for another long while, as if confirming that there was no abnormality on the knife box, he carefully stretched out his hand to touch it. Although it was extremely meticulous, he never knew that when his fingertips touched the edge of the box, Heiying's whole body was still shaken. The power of the sudden shot made it fly backwards!

He barely stabilized his figure with a sway, and looked at the palm with his backhand, only to see a few thin lines of golden light flowing gently like palm lines, but the knife box was still tightly closed, no one could tell A little odd.

"Zhisi lock?" Heiying murmured in surprise.

Pull the silk, pull the silk, just like a kite pulling a silk thread, if you grab one end, you can't escape with its wings.

Got it!

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Leaving the guest hall, Dong Qinghe returned to Pianshiju after a few hops. He had already entered the house, but he suddenly remembered the appearance of his apprentice just now. He wondered how drunk this little guy was, so Dong Qinghe walked Turn around and go to the side courtyard again.

After entering the courtyard, there was silence, Dong Qinghe listened carefully, and slowly frowned.

Sure enough, after he stepped forward and opened the door, the wooden bed in the room where the boy should have been sleeping was empty, and there was no one there...

Dong Qinghe's eyes flickered, and with a wave of his sleeves, he rose into the air.He stood on the cloud and looked down at the entire Qinghe Gate, but he didn't see the person he was looking for.

Just as Dong Qinghe was wondering, there was a vague commotion in front of Wanyao Hall, and Dong Qinghe moved there instantly.

Murong Jiaoyang stood in front of the hall door with his hands behind his back, turned his head and saw the door master, and said coldly: "Someone wants to steal the knife."

Dong Qinghe narrowed his eyes.

Murong Jiaoyang said again: "But I just placed the silk lock on the Tianluodi net, he can't take it away, and he can't escape." Murong Jiaoyang has always been cautious and harsh when dealing with his beloved magic weapons.

Dong Qinghe asked: "Where is the man?"

Murong Jiaoyang looked at his palm, which was as white as jade, and there were gold threads flowing on it, but it was much more dazzling.

"He tried to use his true energy to disturb the breath of the silk thread, but I can still feel that he is nearby."

After Murong Jiaoyang finished speaking, Zhe Long came out of the Wanyao Hall with a large number of disciples from the Jin Department. He was in charge of guarding the gate. If a thief happened here, Zhe Long was naturally duty-bound.

"I checked the situation in the palace, and the person has already run away, but the knife is not taken away." Zhe Long said.

Murong Jiaoyang suddenly looked in the direction of Pian Shiju, and pointed forward faintly: "He's right there."

Of course, Zhe Long didn't dare to search the door owner's residence, so he led people to block all the roads at the mountain pass, and Murong Jiaoyang and Dong Qinghe went in to search it in person.

As the master, Dong Qinghe knew best if there were any strangers in Ju Li, but he didn't say much, just let Murong Jiaoyang look from room to room.

Murong Jiaoyang sensed a hint of deep meaning in the sect master's expression, so he couldn't help asking directly: "Does the sect master have doubts?"

Dong Qinghe raised his eyes, and just about to speak, Murong Jiaoyang suddenly looked at his palm, and shouted in horror: "The silk thread is broken!"

Dong Qinghe was also taken aback. The silk lock is not a very difficult spell, but its strength depends on the magic power of the person who casts the talisman. The deeper the cultivation, the stronger the silk thread will be. With Murong Jiaoyang's cultivation, Qing Apart from Dong Qinghe himself in the Hemen, I am afraid that there is no other person who can cut the silk thread so quickly!

So... who is it? !

Suddenly there was a very shallow sound of movement in the distance, both Dong Qinghe and Murong Jiaoyang heard it, they looked at each other, and in a blink of an eye they came to a wooden house behind the servant's courtyard.

Dong Qinghe waved his sleeves, and the door of the wooden house opened in response.

All kinds of daily sundries were piled up in the house, which should be the place where Qinglang and the others stored the old things they used in the house.

The gazes of Dong Qinghe and Murong Jiaoyang scanned the room, and then they landed on the black shadow in that corner together.

Just as Murong Jiaoyang was about to step forward, Dong Qinghe raised his hand, and Murong Jiaoyang obediently took a step back, watching him walk forward.

There is no light in the wooden house, only the faint moonlight shines in, the white color illuminates the vague outline of the inner room, and also illuminates the curled up person.

Dong Qinghe leaned down slightly, and the strong smell of wine came to his face. He looked at the young man who was sleeping soundly with his head down, and then at the wine jar he held in his arms. hand.

The next moment, Chang Jiaci's wrist was held by Dong Qinghe.Even though it was for investigation, Dong Qinghe's movements were still gentle, he just pinched Chang Jiaci's wrist lightly, and the little apprentice's five fingers loosened.

Murong Jiaoyang waited for a while, but didn't see Dong Qinghe speak, so he couldn't help poking his head over, and couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw Dong Qinghe's palm.

"what happened?"

I saw the skin and flesh on the boy's palm rolled up, and the blood was blurred.

Murong Jiaoyang turned his gaze, landed on the shattered wine jar, and said softly, "Did you get cut while looking for wine?"

Dong Qinghe didn't answer, just staring at the wound on the palm of his hand with deep eyes.

Murong Jiaoyang understood what he meant, and was a little surprised that the head of the sect would doubt his disciple, but he still said: "You know, if the pain of flesh and blood can break the magic power of the silk lock, this spell should have been abandoned long ago. I'm worn out."

Dong Qinghe didn't say a word, just spread out his palms and shook Chang Jiaci's hand, but after a while, when they parted again, the hideous wound on the boy's palm had disappeared.

Dong Qinghe's fingers lightly slid across the other's flat skin, still lowering his head and asking: "Do you...do you know of any magic weapon that can hide a person's cultivation and whereabouts?"

Murong Jiaoyang thought for a long time, then shook his head: "It's easy to hide your whereabouts, but it's easy to hide your cultivation... It's okay to deceive ordinary practitioners for a while, but if you get along with each other every day, you can still deceive so many people..." Especially Dong Qing He, with the aptitude of the person in front of him, Murong Jiaoyang would not believe it.

"Also, even if the silk thread is broken, it has only passed for a while, and the breath of the silk lock will still remain in the thief's hand, but he doesn't have it, so..."

"It's not him." Dong Qinghe said lightly, only to realize that he was relieved after speaking. "He drank so much wine, ordinary children would have to sleep for a few days, where did he get the strength to run to the Wanyao Hall."

Seeing that Dong Qinghe also thought so, Murong Jiaoyang stopped thinking about it, and said in a deep voice: "That little thief is so cunning, not only can he hide himself, but he is also trying to bring disasters to our disciples, he is too deceitful , I will definitely catch him!"

As he said that, he turned around and swept out of Pianshiju.

Dong Qinghe didn't move, he still bent down to look at Chang Jiaci with a sweet face in front of him.I don't know if it's because Hua Jiandong mentioned the old things in the past, Dong Qinghe always has a face flying wantonly in front of his eyes.

He always remembered what the man said bitterly to himself with his last breath before disappearing.

Dong Qinghe...meeting you in this life is really bad luck for me for eight lifetimes!

Losing my life...I don't ask you to be grateful to Tilin, nor do I ask myself to recover as before, I just ask... If there is a next life, we will never see each other again!

never see you again...

The blood-soaked face in his memory suddenly overlapped with the drowsy face of the teenager in front of him, Dong Qinghe came back to his senses and found that his hand was gently caressing Chang Jiaci's cheek.

He let go immediately, and murmured annoyedly: "Sorry... I admitted the wrong person."

He clearly said that there would be no mistake, and he clearly told himself that no one would be him.

It's been so long, that person...has left, he doesn't want to see himself again, so...he won't come back.

Thinking of this, Dong Qinghe sighed, carefully picked up the unconscious Chang Jiaci, and carried him back to his courtyard.

Elder Murong and Elder Zhelong made such a big commotion in the middle of the night, Qingyi Qinglang and the others naturally woke up, and they were staying outside the courtyard at the moment. They were a little surprised to see the sect master and the gift in his arms, but thinking about it I understand.

Qing Lang blamed himself: "We watched him fall asleep, but we didn't expect to run out again."

Dong Qinghe put Chang Jiaci on the bed, pulled up the quilt thoughtfully, glanced at the sleeping face, turned around and walked out.

Although his actions were gentle, the words he spoke were cold: "He disobeyed his teacher's orders and disobeyed discipline. He was punished to contemplate in his room for three days."

After finishing speaking, he turned back and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to add two restraining symbols on the door and window bars of the house.

The young servants watched the door owner go away, and then glanced at the closed door. After a long while, Qingyi said, "After three days of thinking? He drank so many good wines in the house secretly, even if he was allowed to come out and dance." Hey, he can't wake up, the sect master is really biased..."