After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Sheng Jiao had a very strange aura about him.

It's like the snow on the top of the mountain, and it's like the cold plum fragrance after the snow.

Xi Jianglan was staring straight at Sheng Jiao's neck, wishing to go up and take a bite and inject the poisonous pill into his meridians to turn it into a puddle of blood, but he didn't know if the smell around him was too calming, or he burned it. It was so severe that he gradually lost consciousness in a daze.

Half-dream and half-awake, he vaguely felt a cold spiritual force flowing around his bruised meridians, gently dissipating the burning heat, making his whole body as refreshing as soaking in warm water.

Xi Jianglan snorted a few times in comfort, and said vaguely, "More, more."

The spirit power paused, and then came again obediently.

Satisfied, Xi Jianglan buried himself in the warm embrace in front of him, and vaguely heard someone say "Xi Qingfeng".

Xi?

Xi Jianglan's mind cleared up for a moment.

No, I was clearly planning to escape from the hands of Xie Zhizong's people, why did I suddenly fall asleep? !

Xi Jianglan froze for a moment, then regained consciousness in an instant.

That aura still enveloped him, and the slight sense of weightlessness at the unsteady place was still there—the stubble was still hugging the little paper man he was guarding against Feng Yu.

Xi Jianglan felt the man's heartbeat, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, pretending to be still in a dream, and murmured like a dream.

"Sheng Jiao..."

Sheng Jiao paused.

Xi Jianglan rubbed his forehead affectionately on Sheng Jiao's shoulder, and shouted again.

"Sheng Wuzhuo."

Because he had just woken up, his voice was a little nasal, and calling out his name also brought out a sense of ambiguity.

Sheng Jiao stared at him intently.

Xi Jianglan made an inch of it, and his hands carelessly climbed up and hooked Sheng Jiao's neck, as if he was sleepy and wanted to kiss his neck without even opening his eyes.

Juan Xunfang...Jian Xunfang began to pinch people violently.

With the slender neck close at hand, Xi Jianglan bit the poisonous pill between his teeth, and the poisonous juice silently overflowed to the crack of his lips.

As long as you lightly touch the door of life on the neck, even if this person's all-powerful means can't escape death.

Sheng Jiao watched him get closer and closer with cold eyes.

When the soft lips were about to touch the Adam's apple, Sheng Jiao stretched out his hand suddenly, his wide palm covered Xi Jianglan's lips, and pressed him firmly.

For a while, Xi Jianglan was put down heavily, his waist was stuck on a mountain step, and the black crane cloak was layered on the ground, like pitch black ink.

Xi Jianglan opened his eyes quickly.

"Xie Jue."

Sheng Jiao seemed to be finally impatient, and stared at him coldly with empty eyes: "If you don't want to die, put away your methods."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

How could this stubble be better than Sheng Jiao?

broken teeth.

Xi Jianglan let out a "huh" and wanted to explain.

However, Sheng Jiao's hand covered it even tighter, and his wide, hot palm pressed against Xi Jianglan's lips, forcing back all his hypocritical excuses.

His eyes are like the cold wind, not angry and majestic.

Juan Xunfang had already pinched a group of people, and seeing her suzerain finally show his supernatural power at this time, her eyes immediately shone brightly.

"See?" He said excitedly to Shang Yuan, "The suzerain couldn't bear him anymore, and finally got angry!"

Shang Yuan asked curiously: "But the suzerain usually gets angry, doesn't he always hit people with thunder?"

Juan Xunfang: "..."

Juan Xunfang was full of pain, unwilling to believe: "Shut up!"

Shang Yuan didn't know why, so he had to be obedient and shut up.

Restrained by others, Xi Jianglan finally received his magical powers and nodded flexibly.

Sheng Jiao looked at him for a while, as if trying to judge whether he would really be obedient.

But he didn't know what to see, and finally let go of Xi Jianglan.

Xi Jianglan's slender waist was painful from the mountain steps, he lightly licked his lips and swallowed the poison, and silently ground his teeth.

Wasting two pills of poison failed to hurt this person a single bit. Xi Jianglan has never suffered such a big loss since he was a child - except for Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao ignored him, turned around and took a step forward.

On the thousand-story steps, Guchang Temple has arrived.

Guchang Temple is located in the deep mountains, the temple is majestic, and there are black and heavy bird alarm bells hanging from the cornices of the ancient temple.

Today, Guchang Temple rarely asks the price at [-]:[-] noon, and because it is the first time to sell Xiangwen, even if you don’t buy such a rare event, you have to join in the fun. The small Guchang Temple is full of dense crowds .

The monks who greeted the guests held Buddhist beads and bowed their heads to all the people passing by.

The monks outside were in groups, some were whispering, some were talking eloquently.

"Hey, monk." A monk with a knife yelled loudly, "Isn't it a violation of morality for you to openly sell the Tianyan Xiangwen? Are you afraid that the people of the Xiezhi Sect will take all of you wild fox Zen into one pot?"

The monk's face was indifferent, and he was still calm despite being ridiculed like this. He put his hands together and said the Dharma call.

"The benefactor is joking. What Guchang Temple sells today are Xi Qingfeng's paintings, not Xiangwen."

People with discerning eyes didn't believe his nonsense, they all burst out laughing.

Having said that, the fun still needs to be watched.

Feng Yu stood impatiently under a laurel tree, with a bunch of little paper figurines floating in his palm, but none of them responded.

Was Xi Jianglan really taken away?

Once he entered the Xiezhi sect, he might not be able to get out until he died.

The painting priced at Guchang Temple today must be related to the culprit who slaughtered Xi's family back then. As long as the painting is obtained, Xi Jianglan may still have a chance.

Thinking this way, Feng Yu gathered the little paper figurine into his sleeves and walked towards Guchang Temple.

At the same time, Xi Jianglan just walked up the steps.

With a hasty glance, he saw Feng Yu's ostentatious and conspicuous black-white robe with ghost characters, his eyes lit up immediately, and he took two quick steps forward.

"Feng Gui..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Xi Jianglan: "?"

Xi Jiang opened and closed his mouth, but he didn't make any sound. At the same time, Bie Ling on his wrist was pulled, and he was dragged back forcibly.

Sheng Jiao said expressionlessly, "Want to be imprisoned?"

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan smiled at him docilely, and skillfully raised his hand to sign language: "I don't want to, I hope my lord will hold your hand high."

At the same time, he scolded his mother in his heart: "Sooner or later, I will kill you."

However, I don't know if Feng Yu is really a noble person, Xi Jianglan only shouted two words, and there were so many people bustling around, Feng Yu seemed to have sensed it, so he stopped and looked back.

Xi Jianglan's eyes lit up again, almost on the verge of tears.

Mr. Feng, good brother!

Shutting his mouth closed, Xi Jianglan could only wink at Feng Yu desperately.

Help, help!

The two seemed to have a true heart-to-heart connection, and Feng Yu and Xi Jianglan looked at each other with just one glance in the crowd.

Xi Jianglan clasped his hands together peacefully, and even thought of Amitabha, only to feel that Feng Yu was like a divine soldier descending from the sky, his whole body exuded the Buddha's light of saving people from fire and water.

The next moment, Feng Shenbing frowned, turned and left.

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan's face froze.

Just, just leave? !

This is... Didn't recognize myself?

Xi Jianglan turned his head to look, but saw that the three of Sheng Jiao had already changed their outfits, the dark patterns of Xiezhi on their robes had disappeared, and they didn't know where to put their swords, walking inconspicuously among the crowd.

Xi Jianglan immediately raised his hand to touch his face, and as expected, he found that his handsome face had become ordinary.

No wonder Feng Yu didn't recognize him.

Xi Jianglan stared at Sheng Jiao in front of him, gritted his teeth and put his hands down, the silk tied on his wrists collided and made a jingling sound.

Count him as ruthless.

Skills are not as good as people, he admitted.

It was about [-]:[-] noon, and people outside entered Guchang Temple one after another.

Walking into the high threshold, what you can see in the temple is a towering bodhi tree, with luxuriant branches and leaves covering the sky.

Guchang Temple does not enshrine the god statue, but there are two big characters written on a huge plaque in the middle.

——Tian Yan.

I don't know which powerful ink treasure these two characters belong to, but just by looking at them, one can feel the dense and menacing sword intent and the contradictory Zen silence and tolerance.

A painting hanging on the high platform in the middle of the temple.

It is Xi Qingfeng's phase pattern.

Xiangwen was originally the second spiritual root derived from the Tianyan Lingmai, and I don't know how the culprit was able to peel off Xiangwen intact, and even made a painting.

The whole painting exudes a sinister and cold atmosphere, which makes people feel vaguely uncomfortable just by looking at it.

Guchang Temple has seven floors, and the lower three floors of the Dharma Hall are divided into private rooms, and the Bodhi tree in the middle can be seen by opening the bamboo curtain.

Xi Jianglan was dragged into a small cubicle by Bie Ling, and he swept his eyes around the bottom without any trace, trying to find Feng Yu.

After just scanning around, his eyes were attracted by the painting in the middle.

He is a deaf man, but his eyesight is very good, he was slightly taken aback when he saw the signature.

"Xi Qingfeng?"

Juan Xunfang instinctively stood behind Sheng Jiao, and was swept away coldly, so she had no choice but to "sit on an equal footing" with the suzerain, and heard Xi Jianglan's murmur, frowned and said, "You don't know yet, do you?"

The more Xi Jianglan looked at the painting, the more he felt something was wrong, and he turned around and asked in confusion, "Know... what?"

Sheng Jiao opened the bamboo curtain, looked down at the eerie painting that looked like tree roots, his eyes sank slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Juan Xunfang said succinctly: "That painting is the facial pattern stripped from the eldest son of the Xi family's branch—Xi Qingfeng."

Xi Jianglan was taken aback.

He didn't realize the meaning of this short sentence for a while, and his face was at a loss as if he was listening to a scripture.

It took a while for Xi Jianglan to let out a soft "ah", he wondered if his earrings were broken just now, otherwise how could he hear such ridiculous words?

Can the phase pattern be peeled off?

Still selling?

People from the Xiezhi Sect came to Guchang Temple because of this painting?

Fully understanding what this painting is, Xi Jianglan's face turned pale instantly, a strong smell of blood emerged from his throat, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xi Jianglan covered his lips, forcibly suppressing the blood in his throat, his pupils trembled, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"I, my brother..."

Sheng Jiao frowned.

Shang Yuan's feelings are weak, and his face is full of confusion;

On the contrary, Juan Xunfang, who had always been displeased with Xi Jianglan, felt a little bit unbearable.

The catastrophe that happened to the Xi family back then was already tragic enough. Who would have thought that in the past six years, the elder brother whom he had been with for many years not only died tragically, but was also stripped of his facial pattern and sold at a public price?

Who can stand it?

Xi Jianglan took a sharp breath, stood up suddenly, his eyes were red, and he staggered and ran out like crazy.

Sheng Jiao raised his hand abruptly.

Bie Ling instantly restrained Xi Jianglan, and forcibly clasped his wrists against the carved stone pillar beside him.

Xi Jianglan's wrists were almost suspended high by a chain, and he pressed his toes desperately to keep his body from being suspended. The thick crane cloak was parted, revealing a slender figure trembling violently.

His eyes were clear and lingering, and two lines of tears fell down his pale cheeks to the edge of the crane's cloak. His voice was full of anger and resentment, and he said sharply, "Let go! For six years, you Xiezhi Sect have I haven't found the culprit yet, and let my brother's Xiangwen... my brother is such a kind and gentle person, after death... he still has to be insulted like this!"

Xi Jianglan collapsed completely, his face was covered with tears, and a few locks of black hair stuck to the side of his wet face, making his face even weaker and paler.

Sheng Jiao looked at him indifferently, even in the face of tears.

Juan Xunfang has been in the Xiezhi Sect for so many years, and has seen countless miserable things. He thought that he was as hard-hearted and upright as the respected Sect Master Sheng, and lived himself like a numb puppet.

But seeing Xi Jianglan's miserable state of being on the verge of collapse, no matter how hard his heart is, it is inevitable that he will show some tenderness.

"My lord." For the first time in Juan Xunfang's life, she showed kindness, even temporarily forgetting her son's hatred of tarnishing the suzerain's innocence, "As long as you find the person who sells the paintings, you will definitely know the clues to the culprit, and ridicule... ..."

... Brother Xiangwen was trafficked in public, so pitiful, he broke down and went crazy because he restrained himself to the limit, which is understandable.

The means don't have to be so tough.

Sheng Jiao turned a deaf ear and suddenly asked, "Who are Xi Qingfeng's parents?"

Xi Jianglan, who was crying fiercely, froze.

Sheng Jiao asked again: "How old is Xi Qingfeng, and what is his last name?"

Xi Jianglan: "..."

"What is his pattern?"

"..."

Finally, Sheng Jiao said coldly, "You don't even remember who Xi Qingfeng is."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Your uncle's.

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