Hit it off

"Well!"

Out of breath, Yun Hanqing vomited another mouthful of blood, and then fell back into Shen Qing's arms, unconscious.

Xue Changying was so stunned that she also spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lan Siyu smiled, with a feeling of gnashing his teeth, "It's really sincere."

Xue Changying wiped the blood from her mouth, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, I'll go back with you."

When he passed by Shen Qing's side, he whispered, "Take care of him."

Lan Siyu wanted to embrace him, but he frowned in disgust, but his figure was unstable, he staggered and was about to fall to the ground, he gritted his teeth and stood still.

Chengling's inner strength and mind method follow the routine of restraining the mind, thinking less, desire less, think less, talk less, and the mind should not fluctuate too much, otherwise it is easy to go crazy.

"Blue ink."

Xue Changying shouted coldly.

Lan Mo, who was dressed in black clothes, flew out, knelt down beside him, followed by a dozen people who were also dressed in black clothes, and they all shouted in unison: "The thirteen guards of the Shadow Pavilion, see the leader! "

"Take me back."

"Yes."

Lan Mo responded in a deep voice, bent over to pick up Xue Changying on his back, stepped a little, and already dodged out.

Xue Changying closed her eyes and fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he could smell the strong smell of medicinal herbs. He opened his eyes and saw the gilt lotus lamp hanging on the top.

A gentle voice came.

"Young master, you are awake."

Xue Changying sat up and hummed lightly.

Lan Zhuowen pushed the wheelchair over, held Xue Changying's wrist, felt the pulse carefully for a while, and said in a warm voice: "The blocked blood vessels have been opened up, and there is no problem. Young Master, what's wrong?"

Xue Changying said: "Nothing. Is there any movement when I am not in Chengling?"

Lan Zhuowen said: "He heard that you and Yun Hanqing were inseparable, he was furious, and the people he sent out never returned, killing a group of people from Ling Pavilion and Huan Pavilion."

Xue Changying said coldly: "He was furious because the trash he sent out failed to kill me."

"You disappeared, he took his anger out on Lan Xing and locked him in the funeral pavilion."

The Burial Pavilion is the seventh pavilion in Chengling, and it specializes in punishments that torture life rather than death.

Hearing Lan Zhuowen's words, Xue Changying's delicate face was covered with frost, and she said coldly, "I will kill that woman sooner or later."

Lan Zhuowen said:

"Why didn't he kill Blue Star?"

"Lan Xing is very talented, and the skill of controlling beasts and making Gu is a bit higher than that of Lan Yue. Although he doesn't love talents like his life, but for the sake of his eternal dominance, he can't kill him. Besides, as long as I don't die, Lan Xing One day it will be of use to him."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and strode out of Zhen Pavilion.

==

In the damp and cold water prison, there is a handsome young man soaked.

The boy's hands and feet were tied with heavy chains, and he was chained to the wall in a large font. The body below the chest was run in the wet and cold water.

A woman in a pink peach shirt stood outside the dungeon. She wore a silver nine-section whip around her waist. The red dress wrapped a graceful figure with bumps and convexities. Her complexion was slightly dark, her breasts were half exposed, and her eyes were like spring water. There is a vixen vibe, and the corners of the eyes are fierce.

The woman in the peach shirt raised the corners of her mouth, and her voice was round and smooth, which was really pleasant.

"It's just that you are following the wrong person and standing on the wrong team."

Lan Xing hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"The young master treated us very well, you chose the wrong person."

The woman in the peach shirt seemed to have heard the big joke, "Excellent? Excellent, where is he? Excellent, why didn't he come to save you?"

But at this moment, he heard a young boy's voice, clear and melodious, indescribably beautiful.

"Didn't I come here?"

The peach-shirt woman's expression changed when she heard this voice, her original domineering expression subsided, and her eyebrows became pleasing to the eye. She turned around and half knelt on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Master."

Xue Changying put her hands behind her back, looked at Lan Xing who was soaked in the water prison, and said calmly, "Lan Ying, I'm not dead yet."

Lan Ying knew that Xue Changying was asking about the torture of Lan Xing, so she only said in a low voice:

"This is the priest's order."

Xue Changying stretched out her hand and pressed on the lock of the water prison. With a sound of "Wait", the iron lock was torn in two with bare hands. He flew up, embraced Lan Xing with one hand, grabbed the iron chain with the other, and pulled it hard. Tear up all the iron chains, and they floated down in front of Lan Ying, and with a "bang bang", threw the iron chains in front of her.

"Lan Ying is punished."

Lan Ying understood, and took out a dagger from her waist. She raised the knife and dropped it, her left arm had already been chopped off.

Why is the owner of the Burial Pavilion a woman? Because women are smart and ruthless.

Xue Changying strode out of the prison with Lan Xing in her arms, without looking at Lan Ying who was kneeling behind her.

Lan Zhuowen had been preparing in Zhen Pavilion for a long time, when he saw Xue Changying coming in with Lan Xing in his arms, he hurriedly sent someone to carry the medicine barrel up, "Put him in quickly."

The tub was steaming hot, exuding the unique fragrance of herbs. Xue Changying took off Lan Xing's ragged clothes and hugged him into the tub.

Lan Zhuowen pushed the wheelchair and took out an iron box from the inner room. The iron box was opened, and inside was a fat centipede the size of a baby's arm. He poured the iron box's centipede into the bathtub.

He said softly:

"Lan Xing is full of Gu, and ordinary punishments can't deal with him. Don't worry, the century-old centipede king will be alive again after three days of soaking in medicinal baths."

Xue Changying said:

"Lan Siyu doesn't know, it will definitely not make him feel better."

Lan Xing took Lan Zhuowen's special medicated bath, and his mind has come to his senses.

Seeing him open his eyes, Xue Changying said:

"He didn't make things difficult for you."

Lan Xing said seriously, still with an unskilled Central Plains accent:

"No. It's just locked in the burial pavilion."

He said lightly, Xue Changying didn't know the hardships involved.

Xue Changying said warmly:

"Don't worry, I will get it back sooner or later."

Lan Zhuowen said: "How is your Nine Transformation Yin practice?"

Xue Changying quietly looked at Lan Xing who had passed out again, and said, "To deal with Lan Siyu, only nine transformations into yin are not enough."

Lan Siyu is a prodigy in martial arts, and he is also the head of a hundred schools. Xue Changying, who became a monk on the way, even if he practiced Nine Transformations of Yin, is far from enough to kill him. Besides, there is Chengling behind Lan Siyu.

Lan Zhuowen sighed helplessly:

"Outsiders only know that you, Lan Yi, are the leader of the Eleventh Pavilion in Chengling, but they don't know that Lan Siyu is the mastermind behind it. You have recited all the infamy and infamy."

Xue Changying said lightly:

"He treats human life as wrong as human life, but there are so many people who are loyal to him. In terms of manipulating people's hearts, I am indeed inferior to him, so I have nothing to say."

"Lan Siyu has no heart and no heart, and can only be the overlord of one party. I think those who are ultimately superior are all affectionate and righteous. But you can't be too affectionate. Your heart is too soft to achieve great things."

Xue Changying said:

"If this important event was paved with blood by you, I would rather not do it. Even if it is the mud that cannot support the wall, it is better than stepping on your corpse"

Lan Zhuowen sprinkled a handful of licorice into the medicine barrel, and said softly:

"People's hearts are fleshy. If you treat them like this, they are not blind. At least Lanmo Lanxing is loyal to you."

Xue Changying said calmly:

"I'd rather they not choose my side. It's too tiring to follow me. Aren't you afraid that he will be bad for you if you help me like this?"

Lan Zhuowen blinked: "Zhen Pavilion only treats people from Chengling, Lan Xing is the deputy pavilion master of Miao Pavilion, and what I do is my duty. Besides, I'm old, blind and deaf, and I didn't hear anything just now."

It was already late at night, and Xue Changying walked into the courtyard with her hands behind her back, pumped her belly, stepped lightly on her feet, stepped on the branches, eaves, rocks, and cliffs, spun around in the air, and floated down to the top of the mountain.

He looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, the terrain where Chengling was located was extremely high, and the crescent moon seemed to be in front of him, within reach.

A black shadow quietly appeared behind him.

Xue Changying said shyly, "How many people died."

"Lan [-] and Lan [-] are dead."

"A rich burial."

His voice was neither sad nor happy, his delicate face was as calm as water, and his almond eyes were full of sadness. Lan Mo knew that he was very affectionate, and at this moment his heart must be twisted, so he just lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "They died Quickly, without pain."

What he was talking about was exactly what happened when Xue Changying practiced Nine Transformations and was insane.

A wry smile overflowed from Xue Changying's mouth, and said:

"Are you praising my martial arts?"

Lan Mo still had a dull face, but his eyes were respectful and solemn,

"The young master is very talented."

"Go down. You follow Lan Xing and don't let him get hurt again."

"Yes."

The ghostly figure suddenly disappeared on the top of the mountain.

Lan Mo is just like his identity, the master of the Shadow Pavilion, who comes without a shadow and goes without a trace.

==

Lan Zhuowen's medical skills were superb, and after three days, Lan Xing really regained his vitality, jumping up and down, as if he had become the loyal guard who said "Young Master, do you want me to help you kill him" again.

Seeing Lan Xing alive and well, Xue Changying felt a little happy, but there was still no expression on his face.

Xue Changying, who had recovered her memory, lost three points of innocence in her eyes and seven points more calm, with a touch of indifference on her face, and a trace of blood loss.

Lan Xing ran in happily, Xue Changying was puzzled, Lan Xing had never lost his composure before, and said, "Why are you so happy?"

Lan Xing said happily: "Young master, I have mastered it!"

As he spoke, he carefully presented a cold white jade box to Xue Changying, opened the lid, and inside lay a white soft worm with a round belly.

Xue Changying leaned over to look, and said clearly: "This is what the best Gu masters in Miaojiang can practice. There is only one Gu in a lifetime. It is said that the life-saving Gu that can cure human flesh and bones?"

Lan Xing nodded like a smash, and hurriedly said: "Young master, you should eat soon."

Xue Changying stretched out two fair fingers to pinch out the worm, and said casually, "Blue Star."

"what?"

Xue Changying threw the worm in Lan Xing's throat quickly.

"Gudong" sound.

Lan Xing's face was as white as paper, and his face was ashen. He said, "What did I just... eat?"

Xue Changying shrugged and said, "Life-saving Gu."

Lan Xing suddenly let out a scream of "ah", wanting to hit his head to death, Xue Changying threw a pillow to block Lan Xing's forehead, "What are you doing?"

Lan Xing said in pain: "Young master, I ate your life-saving Gu, I deserve to die!"

Xue Changying said indifferently:

"The Gu you practiced should of course protect your life."

Lan Xing wanted to refute, but Xue Changying said impatiently:

"You are the leader and I am the leader?"

Lan Xing sternly said:

"Of course you are the leader."

"Who do you listen to?"

"Of course I listen to you."

"Then what are you talking nonsense about?"

After hearing Xue Changying's words, Lan Xing was moved again and wanted to show his ambition by death. Xue Changying threw down the book in his hand, stood up and walked out the door, "I don't know what happened to Shen Qing, you follow me Go to the Zhaixing Building to have a look."

"Yes!"

Lan Xing's expression froze, he inserted the dagger back into his waist, and followed.

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