Zhu He

You Zhen came out suddenly, hurt the foundation of the small sect, and even hurt the face of the big sect. Looking at the Qinghe Gate alone, many elders were very angry, so they attacked more ruthlessly afterwards.

Hearing that Murong Jiaoyang had brought back another batch of demon cultivators, Chang Jiaci, who happened to be free today, rushed to Xingbu.From a distance on the road, I saw a person going there, walking slowly, but with a leisurely posture.

Hearing the movement behind him, the man turned his head.

It turned out to be not poor.

Chang Jiaci heard about his injury, and seeing that man's face was still pale and innocent at this moment, he couldn't help frowning.

Weiqiong laughed, the smile was the same as usual, not showing the slightest bit of dismay, but he greeted Chang Jiaci first.

"Is your injury okay?"

Chang Jiaci said: "You should think about yourself first."

Weiqiong simply laughed out loud: "What can I do, it doesn't matter if I miss it or not."

Chang Jiaci looked at the other party carefully, as if he wanted to see whether he was genuinely forgiving or fake, but Weiqiong's eyes caught him.

"Don't worry about me. I'm an idler whether I have cultivation or not. The owner of the door takes care of me and wants to give me the name of an elder in the door. Then I will be disrespectful. Anyway, it's just raising birds and feeding monkeys." Yes, it's no different, if he finds someone better in the future, he can take this person anytime." Weiqiong said happily.

Chang Jiaci didn't respond, just flashed in his mind the first time he met the other person to save him, he made a smart effort, but now everything is in vain, as both cultivators, how could Chang Jiaci not understand the pair of future lovers? What does it mean to be poor.

He lowered his head, raised his cuffs to him with smiling eyes, pointed to the little snake coiled on his wrist and asked: "Since that's the case, then you can't lose your ability to raise birds and feed monkeys. Look at this, I've been raising it for almost half a month, why doesn't it grow at all? Isn't the biggest snake as thick as your waist?"

Hearing Chang Jiaci's change of subject, Weiqiong laughed even deeper: "You know that the fierce snake is a monster of the demonic way, it is the same as the demonic cultivator, it feeds on living creatures, if you don't let it go out to hunt, how can it grow up? "

"Then what is the most nourishing thing for it to eat?"

"It eats everything, and the most nourishing thing is of course people."

Seeing that Chang Jiaci really frowned and thought about it, Weiqiong said helplessly: "You can also grab some pheasants and hares and feed them."

"Then when will we go..." Chang Jiaci muttered in a low voice, and the two had already arrived at the star department.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Murong Jiaoyang standing, Qiu Muwang sitting, and in front of the two of them there was a row of demon cultivators who were tied up with demon-binding chains.

Qiu Muwang's expression was compared with that of Weiqiong's. It was obvious that he had not fully recovered and was annoyed to intervene in person. Looking up to see them, Qiu Muwang signaled some disciples to move a chair for Weiqiong.

Chang Jiaci walked to Yu Miao in the corner and asked, "How's the trial going?"

Finally, hard work paid off, Murong Jiaoyang had promised Yu Miao to formally join the Chen Department, but he did not accept him as an apprentice. Rumors said that he disliked people for being too stupid, but he still taught him what a disciple of the Chen Department should teach, and taught him It's quite detailed, but it's just not less angry.

Yu Miao nodded, staying up late every day to read those forging books made his eyes red: "A few have said, but they are not complete. They seem to only know some institutions in Yanmen, and have never been to some places. .”

After Yu Miao finished speaking, Murong Jiaoyang, who was holding one end of the demon-binding chain, withdrew his hand forcefully, only to hear a cracking sound, and the bones of those demon cultivators were smashed to pieces.

Immediately, the hall resounded with wailing that life would be worse than death.

"You, you... said that we would go around...our lives..." a demon cultivator sternly said.

Murong Jiaoyang looked at them coldly, with contempt in his eyes: "Yes, I let you all live, but I didn't say I let you all live 'well'."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to summon his disciples, "Throw all these pickled things back to the gate of Yanmen for me, and return them to Youzhen."

Outsiders feel that Qinghemen is benevolent and upright, most of them are because of Dong Qinghe's magnanimity, so the insiders also follow the sect master's wishes and dialects, but this does not mean that Qinghemen are all soft-hearted and easy to deceive , They are spiritual cultivators, not Buddhist cultivators. How many times are life and death in the mountains of swords and seas of fire, and who doesn't have some bloody souls in their hands? Don't think that only demon cultivators can be ruthless.

Looking at a long line of blood left on the ground, Qiu Mu looked at it and said, "It's still not enough after asking these questions."

Murong Jiaoyang raised his chin: "If it's not enough, then arrest him again. Isn't it rumored that he has nine hundred and ninety-nine changes in Yanmen? Then arrest thousands of demon cultivators, one for each, and you can find the way!"

"But You Zhen may not give us that much time, if he is pushed into a hurry, he might jump over the wall in a hurry." Qiu Mu looked.

"He received my palm that day, and he must have been seriously injured." Following the clear voice, Dong Qinghe also walked in from the outside, Zhe Long followed behind him, "So You Zhen may Can't afford too big a storm."

You Zhen was injured?

Chang Jiaci was a little surprised when he heard it, he didn't notice it when the poisonous bird left that day, but since Dong Qinghe said so, he was naturally sure.

Chang Jiaci rolled his eyes, and interjected a rare sentence: "Youzhen is injured, and that is a good opportunity to pursue the victory."

"But we haven't figured out the route of Yanmen yet, rushing in will only be risky." Murong Jiaoyang said.

Chang Jiaci said: "I didn't say to let so many people attack, and I don't need to figure out every way."

"Jiaci, what do you mean?" Dong Qinghe also looked over.

Chang Jiaci smiled: "This monk, no matter what sect or faction, is a human being before he ascends, and a human being will have weaknesses. That poison... that Youzhen should also have it. We just need to grasp his weaknesses and catch him." Didn’t the seven inches of Youzhen, the entire Yanmen’s seven inches also be captured?”

"The seven inches of You Zhen?" What is that?

People are puzzled.

Chang Jiaci strolled into the hall and said: "Youzhen has a sweetheart, but he likes him. As far as I know, that person seems to have some hidden disease. In short, his health is not very good. Youzhen is so aggressive. To save that man's life."

"what?"

As soon as the words came out, the surroundings were amazed, some people talked about it, and naturally some people were skeptical.

"How do you know this?" Jeron asked.

Chang Jiaci said: "You don't care about this, I have my own way, you just say whether you believe it or not, dare or not."

Originally, how could everyone take Chang Jiaci's empty words seriously, but even though some people were dissatisfied with the relationship between him and Dong Qinghe, it was true that Chang Jiaci helped a group save Qinghemen from danger over and over again. Yes, seeing Youzhen's way of killing him that day, Chang Jiaci didn't look like he was colluding with the other party to harm them.

So the people in the hall hesitated for a while, if there is such a person, it is really a way.

At this time, someone interrupted everyone's thinking.

"It's Youzhen's evil if it's a misfortune. The devil should go to the devil if it's a disaster. It shouldn't affect innocent people, and use other people as threats to put him in danger."

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked at the speaker.

"Elder Weiqiong...have you heard of that person?" Zhelong asked again.

Weiqiong said: "I have met him a few times by chance, he is not a demon cultivator, nor is he a spiritual cultivator, his mana is indeed a bit low, but he has never harmed anyone, on the contrary, a long time ago when I had not entered Qinghemen , he saved my life, so I trust him."

Speaking of Weiqiong, he turned to Dong Qinghe again.

"Master, if you also believe me, please think twice before you act. If Youzhen really did all this to save him, then naturally he won't be easily found by others, but if you are lucky enough to succeed, you will be forced to find him." De Youzhen is really in a hurry to jump over the wall and fish to death."

Weiqiong spoke sincerely, which surprised and stunned the people on both sides, and they couldn't react for a while.

It was Dong Qinghe who made the decision in the end: "Originally, it took time to formulate a plan to crusade against Yanmen. We shouldn't act too hastily, and we shouldn't implicate innocent people because of this. Let's investigate carefully before making a decision."

Chang Jiaci, who was afraid of being refuted as he spoke, was unhappy, but when he looked back, he saw that the other party's face was not angry, but stared at Weiqiong with rather suspicious eyes, with a glint in his eyes.

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What Chang Jiaci brought to Yusi today was the soup made from ginseng that he personally picked in the Ministry of Water yesterday. He is now stewing it in the small kitchen of Jiuning Palace, and then he will go to pick it up after talking with Yusi for a while. .

But when I got to the small kitchen, I saw a lot of disciples from the palace surrounded outside, chattering about something, and their faces were stained with anger, but when they saw Chang Jiaci coming, they lowered their voices, and their faces were suppressed. It's getting uglier.

Under the eyes of hatred, Chang Jiaci took his own soup and walked out, but only walked a small path, Chang Jiaci turned around and asked Qingyi beside him: "What are they doing?"

Chang Jiaci stayed with others in the house, and Qingyi naturally waited outside to obey orders, so she was clearer about things outside than he was.

"Why else, blame you for occupying the dove's nest."

Chang Jiaci sneered: "Quite loyal." Everyone knew how to vent their anger on the master.

However, Qingyi said: "It's not as noble as you said, they are just angry at you for always occupying their stove." In the past, the kitchens of various factions were neglected, but recently many people were injured, Jin Xueli The medicine prescribed was relatively immediate at first, but later it needed different medicinal herbs and soups to be adjusted slowly. Let your disciples see that no one will be touched, even if everyone is dissatisfied, they still have scruples and dare not tear themselves apart with him, you say how aggrieved everyone feels.

"It's good if you didn't poison your soup." Qingyi was a little obedient, but his mouth still couldn't stay idle occasionally.

When Chang Jiaci heard it, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, he changed hands and threw the soup to Qingyi and said, "You take it over first, don't let the elder drink it, we'll talk about it when I come back."

As he said that, he sneaked back quietly. His wounds from the fire that day were healed, but Chang Jiaci's cultivation base was not fully recovered, and there was still only [-]% left, but he hid himself in front of these disciples. Form is enough.

He found a big tree and took shelter, and he heard those people cursing him non-stop. Some scolded him for being a fake and mighty mud that can't support the wall, some scolded him for being coquettish and enchanting for confusing Dong Qinghe, and even some scolded him for being shameless and cruel. Chang Jiaci sneered when Yu Si hooked up with her and came here to flaunt her might.

Just as he was thinking about how to scare them, the two maids holding the medicine pot pulled Chang Jiaci away from his thoughts.

Just listen to them whispering there.

"In my opinion, there is nothing to be angry about. No matter how long the demon cultivator is favored by the master of the East Gate, how long will he be in the Jiuning Palace? When he dies, he will have to go back to the Qinghe Gate to continue his prestige."

"I can't die. She looked so weak before. I thought she was almost done with the injury this time. I didn't expect that the good soup and medicine would help her to recover. Instead, she jumped up and down in the end."

"It's still possible for others. Her? Hehe, Patriarch Tinghui missed her once in the past, and he will never make a mistake again. Patriarch said that she only has a thousand years of life, so she only has a thousand years of life. I will go yesterday." When Elder Yuezhi went to get the medicine, she asked her quietly, and she told me that the man’s dantian has been so weak that it can’t be replenished, even if it looks good now, when it really dissipates, it can’t be stopped.”

"So how many years are there before what the ancestor said...?"

"Five or six years or three or four years, I don't think she can last."

"Well, when you think about it, it's actually quite pitiful."

"What a pity, if it wasn't for her, our sect wouldn't have achieved what it is today, and the former elders wouldn't have died so tragically... This is called retribution."

The two of them came to a small courtyard, but before entering the door, they heard a series of sharp shouts from afar.

"Where did you two damn girls go? It took so long for you to heat up the medicine. You are willing to kill me, right? Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. I was injured and not here. The palace lord is here to serve you, but I can also let the palace lord peel your skin!"

When the two maids heard this, they each rolled their eyes.

"You still think of yourself as a character, bah."

While cursing secretly, the two forced out a smile, and slowly pushed the door open: "Shuangmei girl, don't be angry, we're not coming back, if you want to blame, you can only blame the one who hurt you too much." Domineering does not make people hot medicine, you should drink it cold, don't waste time and the old disease relapses..."

"You, you two dead girls..."

A sudden cool wind in the scorching summer shattered the noisy complaints and perfunctory. After the cool wind closed the dilapidated courtyard gate, it blew past the figure standing in front of the courtyard. His bluish-white face seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar...