Taoist

This is an extremely secret place in the Scarlet Flame Palace.

There are cliffs all around, and below, there is a fire that never stops all year round.

Everyone imprisoned here will suffer from the fire.

So Red Flame Palace also called this place the Fire Prison.

Lingyuan smiled wryly, he never expected to come to this place by himself in this life.

He is now chained to a rock, and from time to time dark red flames rise from below.

Looking down, there is a piece of flowing red magma underneath, which seems to be able to burn the soul of a person at a glance.

Ling Yuan moved a bit, and the chains on his body rattled.

In this valley where there is no sound other than the flame burning, it is extremely sharp and piercing.

Lingyuan knew that in the deepest part of the magma, there was the legendary Nine Suns Fire, which was said to be one of the ancient fires, which had burned and killed countless immortals.

However, the Jiuyang Yanhuo here should still be in a dormant period and has not really awakened.

Otherwise, Scarlet Flame Palace would have been razed to the ground long ago.

The Scarlet Flame Palace was built here at the beginning and occupied this valley, so it should be discovered that the flames here are extraordinary.

It's just that after so many years, they have been unable to find a way to use it for their own use.

As a result, at some point in time, this place gradually became a fire prison where the sinners of the Scarlet Flame Palace were imprisoned and punished.

In addition to the scorching flames in this fire prison, the aura around it also became extremely irritable under the influence of this flame.

If these violent spiritual powers are introduced into the body hastily, it is easy to go crazy.

Therefore, the monks who were thrown into the fire prison generally could not last for too long.

Against the backdrop of black rocks and dark red flames, Lingyuan's blue and white clothes are particularly conspicuous.

Against the backdrop of the fire, his originally cold brows and eyes actually had a bit of weak beauty.

The pain from being burned by the fire reminded Ling Yuan all the time where he was now.

It also reminded him all the time that Yunmo was trapped here for decades in his last life.

At that time, how did Yun Mo survive?

Ling Yuan closed his eyes. He had fought with others before and was injured again. It was time for him to be weak.

Even though he was burning with fire, he still couldn't stop the tiredness that surged up one after another.

He was thinking in a daze, wondering if there were any monks who fell asleep and never woke up again.

I don't know what Yunmo is doing now...

What Lingyuan didn't notice was that after he fell asleep, the originally irritable auras all became peaceful when they approached him.

These auras seemed to be very close to and loved it, wrapping him up gently, and constantly repairing the wounds on his body.

And the spiritual power in Lingyuan's body, which had been almost exhausted, gradually became full.

Even his cultivation was slowly rising in Lingyuan's sleep.

There is no wind and no trees in the valley.

The red magma flowed slowly underneath, occasionally making the sound of bubbles bursting.

The dark red flames that had been rushing up from time to time seemed to have subsided a lot at once, and it took a long time before they dared to rise quietly, as if they were afraid of waking up something.

For a while, the originally quiet valley became even more silent.

The frown of the boy curled up on the black rock slowly relaxed.

Everything in the world seemed to start to rhythm with his clear and shallow breathing.

All things co-exist with him, and all things resonate with him.

......

"Grandpa, the thing I told you before..."

After several people finished the meal in a manner that seemed to be in harmony with each other, Huangfu Song still couldn't help asking the old prince about Lingyuan.

King Wuping was standing up with the help of a servant. Hearing Huangfusong's words, the originally kind smile on his face became serious.

"Song'er, you have been in Feixianmen for so many years, you should know the rules of the cultivation world better than me."

Huangfu Song said anxiously: "But..."

"There's nothing wrong with it!" The old prince interrupted him sternly, "The monks have their own rules, not to mention that it's the Scarlet Flame Palace! It's not a small sect!"

The old prince knocked heavily on the crutch in his hand, "You are not alone, you have to think about our palace!"

While talking, the old prince was also a little excited, and coughed a few more times, "It's troublesome now, Song'er, don't blame grandpa..."

Then he turned around, "Don't mention this matter again, you go back!"

Huangfusong lowered his head, biting his lips, he couldn't tell what it was like, but he also knew that it was useless to say what he said.

"Yes, my grandson will leave."

Seeing Huangfu Song leave, the old prince sighed and entered the inner room with the help of his servants.

"Song'er is good at everything, but he is too soft-hearted and too affectionate." As he spoke, he coughed violently again.

The servant beside him hurriedly brought a cup of tea to moisten the old prince's throat, and helped him to calm down, "It's a good thing for the eldest son to be affectionate..."

It was easy to let go, but the old prince shook his head when he heard this, "How can he make me feel at ease. Now is this time again."

"Is there still you here from time to time? The eldest son is still young after all, it will be fine in a few years..."

There was a wind blowing outside, the shadows of the trees shook, and the flowers in the bushes were also blown to the ground.

The voices in the room also gradually decreased.

Huangfu Song didn't know what to say to Yun Mo.

He didn't even dare to see Yun Mo.

Huangfusong knew what his grandfather was worried about, and why he was unwilling.

Although he was disappointed, he couldn't blame him for it.

From his point of view, he should go to save Lingyuan.

But from the perspective of Prince Wuping's Mansion, it is obvious that a small monk will not go against such a behemoth as Scarlet Flame Palace.

But it was precisely because he could see so clearly that Huangfusong felt his powerlessness even more.

"Eldest Prince." The maid's voice interrupted Huangfusong's thoughts.

He took a closer look, but he didn't know when he came to his mother's yard.

Huangfusong suddenly thought, maybe what can mother do?

Holding the idea that even he didn't really believe it, Huangfusong still walked in.

Chu Shishi didn't seem surprised to see Huangfu Song come here, she just greeted him with a smile, "Song Er is here."

Looking at his own mother, who seemed to be a few years older than himself, Huangfusong took a deep breath, and respectfully saluted her.

"Mother."

Chu Shishi propped her chin, she couldn't see the dignity of being a mother, and people would believe that she was an unmarried girl.

"You don't need to be so polite, I'm not an outsider."

Huangfu Song sat down and responded.

Chu Shishi looked at her son with strange surprise.

I feel like I haven't seen it a few times, and I suddenly grow up so big.

Looking at Huangfu Song's expression, she almost knew that her son must have hit a wall with the old prince.

But she was not in a hurry to ask, but slowly picked up the tea that the maid had just made and drank it.

The windows in the house were not closed, and the wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and the curtains in the room were blown up, like streamers in the arms of a celestial maiden.

Huangfu looked at the table in front of him firmly, as if he could see a flower in it.

After a long silence, Huangfu Song suddenly asked: "Mother, I don't know what I should do now."

Chu Shishi raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

Huangfu loosened his throat, and said a little lonely, "It would be great if I became very powerful, and these things wouldn't happen."

Chu Shishi looked at him a little funny, "How old are you this year, seventeen? Eighteen? You're not yet 20 anyway?"

"At this age, how good do you want to be?"

Huangfu Song's originally depressed mood was interrupted by her like this - although he always knew that his mother-in-law was unreliable, Huangfu Song never thought that she would not even remember how old he was.

For a moment, Huangfu Song didn't know whether he was going to be more sad or helpless.

He simply didn't bother with this topic, "You know that friend of mine before?"

Chu Shishi nodded lazily.

Huangfusong continued: "I have no choice but to ignore this matter. I have participated in the matter of the Red Flame Palace from the beginning to the end. If it is not for the protection of Lingyuan, I still don't know if I can sit here properly. "

He took a deep breath, looked up at Chu Shishi, and at his own mother.

"Can you help me?"

Seeing Huangfusong's tense expression, Chu Shishi smiled, and suddenly felt bad, she stretched out her hand and pinched his face.

Looking at her son's eyes widened in surprise, Chu Shishi took her hand back in satisfaction.

Seeing Huangfusong's unbelievable expression, Chu Shishi raised her eyebrows, "Oh, I haven't touched you a few times since I was a child, what's wrong with pinching your face?"

He said it with confidence, without the slightest sense of guilt.

After teasing Huangfu Song, Chu Shishi finally got down to business.

"I'm like this now... I can't help you directly," Chu Shishi paused, wanting to see Huangfusong's reaction.

But he found that he didn't know whether he had learned well or what, and there was no expression on his face, which made Chu Shishi very disappointed.

Chu Shishi no longer wanted to tease her, "But, I can help you find out about your friend's current situation in Scarlet Flame Palace. But I can't do anything about it."

"That's it!" Huangfusong didn't hold out much hope at first, but now he was able to know the situation in Lingyuan, which was already considered a pleasant surprise.

He bowed to Chu Shishi again, "Thank you mother."

Huangfusong knew that even if he just wanted to get the situation of the mausoleum from the Chiyan Palace, it would not be an easy task.

Seeing Huangfusong bowing to herself again, Chu Shishi waved her hands impatiently, "Okay, you go back first, I will let you know when I have news...but I should know soon .”

"Yes."

Watching Huangfusong leave here, a silver-gray bird appeared on Chu Shishi's fingertips, "Go."

The little bird flapped its wings, and soon flew away and disappeared.

I don't know what came to mind, Chu Shishi sighed, "Forget it, after all, he is also my son..."