There are bandits in Zhongshan

"Li'er must have been persecuted by that guy!" After receiving the letter, Longtian Li's face was livid, and after holding back for a long time, he couldn't hold it back. With a sweep of his sleeve, he smashed the decorations in the house, and the rest of the disciples were shocked. I dare not say it, even Lu Wangchen and other seniors who have always been calm and experienced are trembling.

It was the first time that Feng Hailou had seen the temper of this great uncle, and when he thought about the things he had concealed, he was even more silent. The jade card in his sleeve was as hot as a soldering iron, and he wished to throw it away immediately.

From the point of view of spiritual power, the biography was indeed written by Chang Li, it was well organized and without any courtesy, it only narrated what he had seen and heard in one go, which was exactly the same as Chang Li's style, and no one else could imitate it.And Fenghailou also received a message from Zhong Mingzhu, learning that she was injured and rescued by Changli, and hid because she didn't want to conflict with Tianyizong.

This does not conflict with their findings.

That day when they noticed a collision of spiritual power, they thought it was Changli and Zhong Mingzhu who were fighting, but when they rushed over, they found the wreckage of an ancient alien beast. With the illusion, all the disciples panicked, and when the illusion dissipated, no one was injured, it was just a false alarm, such cynicism is just like Zhong Mingzhu's style.Afterwards, they found a stealth formation nearby. Seeing its rough layout, Feng Hailou was puzzled for a while. With Zhong Mingzhu's ability, how could he form such a clumsy formation? Because, it suddenly became clear.

Feng Hailou was a little surprised that Changli would so easily violate the sect's rules and protect Zhong Mingzhu, and after thinking about it, he felt it was reasonable.He thought to himself: Not to mention whether Zhong Mingzhu's rhetoric is reasonable or not, since the young master fell in love with her, it is human nature to feel unbearable when she sees her hurt.

Besides, Changli also stated in the biography that he would definitely come back and give Shimen an explanation.Feng Hailou didn't want to believe Zhong Mingzhu, but he still had some trust in Changli.

Chang Li may be a little unkind, but he will not be hypocritical.Furthermore, judging from the various things he encountered after coming to Shuoyuan, he has not yet noticed Zhong Mingzhu's malice.

Everything that person did could be explained, although Feng Hailou still felt that she was conspiring, but if he was asked to sort out the evidence, he really couldn't say a single one.

Monsters and beasts appeared frequently on the ice field, and the disciples searching for Changli had encountered several waves. So far, no one was injured or injured, but accidents will inevitably happen as time goes by.Seeing that Longtian Li was about to send someone out again, Feng Hailou felt that he should find an explanation to persuade her to think more about it.

But when he glanced at Longtian Li's face, he felt apprehensive. If he revealed that he had been in contact with Zhong Mingzhu at this time, he didn't know what the consequences would be.

Just when he was in a dilemma, a letter of greeting suddenly flew over, and he took a closer look, and it turned out that it was Mo Chenxiang asking to see him.He handed it to Longtian Li, who nodded after thinking for a moment.

So Fenghailou shunned the rest of the disciples, only him and Longtianli were left, and after chanting a few mantras to restore the shattered decorations, they called for Mo Chenxiang to come in.

Mo Chenxiang wore a black long robe, which was dusty and dusty, and there was still a little chill on the fabric. It seemed that she had just arrived at Nanming Villa. She had a face full of self-blame, and she wanted to make amends as soon as she came.

Zhong Mingzhu's sabotage of the Treasure Appreciation Conference is well known in Nanming Villa. She heard that Fairy Changli was taken away as soon as she came, and thought that if it wasn't for her information, Tianyi Sect would not be easily attracted here. I feel guilty.

But Longtian Li waved her hand to tell her not to blame herself: "Sooner or later, the Tianyi Sect will go down the mountain. The story of the Cangwu Sword has already spread throughout the cultivation world. Even if there is no news from Fellow Daoist Mo, we will probably come to Nanming Villa It’s just that we are too careless.” When she thought that she had brought Zhong Mingzhu, who was disguised as Jiang Linzhao, to Changli, she almost felt remorse, and glanced at Mo Chenxiang, she thought that Zhong Mingzhu and Zhong Mingzhu had once met each other. With a lot of friendship, he hurriedly said: "Friend Mo, where is Zhong Mingzhu hiding, do you have a clue?"

"This..." Facing the uncontrollable expectation in Shanglongtian Li's eyes, Mo Chenxiang could only smile wryly, "Sorry, I may not be able to help."

Even when the relationship between the two was the closest, she often couldn't understand each other's thoughts, not to mention that they settled their grievances as early as 1000 years ago.

Thinking of the words "clearing both grievances and grievances", a look of sadness suddenly flashed in the pair of Qiushuiqiu eyes that were always brewing with tenderness. She thought about the occasional meeting with Zhong Mingzhu back then.Zhong Mingzhu sealed her memory, so she naturally didn't recognize her, but she always felt that the other party's every move was extremely familiar.

Who would have thought that this was not her illusion.

That flamboyant girl was indeed the person she thought of.It's just that she has long since disappeared from those eyes that are slightly shallower than ordinary people.

Longtian Li noticed that she seemed to be in a strange mood, and suddenly thought of Changli, his complexion became cloudy for a while, and after a while, he said softly: "Sorry, I offended."

Mo Chenxiang sighed, shook her head: "No." After thinking for a while, she asked, "Did she...have anything left?"

Longtian Li hesitated for a moment, then told Mo Chenxiang the content of Changli's letter, but omitted the matter of the two people's love and Zhong Mingzhu's defense.

He did not hesitate to attract the attention of the entire cultivation world and also to attract Tian Yizong, who did not hurt anyone but kidnapped Changli alone. Mo Chenxiang did not deduce in her heart, not to mention that she had witnessed Zhong Mingzhu's concern for Changli with her own eyes.

Although Zhong Mingzhu hadn't recovered his memory at that time, the fact that Changli is still alive now is enough to explain a lot.

But Longtian Li didn't say anything, and she didn't want to reveal it, so as not to embarrass each other.

After hearing the content of Changli's message, she already had the answer in her heart, but she was a little hesitant.Seeing her hesitation, Longtian Li said, "You Daoist Mo, but it's okay to say."

Now that the other party said so, Mo Chenxiang no longer backed down, and said bluntly: "Although it may be biased from my point of view, I don't think Fairy Changli's message is necessarily fake." As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Long Tianli showed obvious resistance, so he said again: "The next words may be offensive, but it is not my intention, please forgive me."

After finishing speaking, she apologized first, and then said: "I heard that she has successfully approached you with the transformation technique, and now that the Cangwu Sword is not in Tian Yizong's hands, she actually does not need to be afraid. If you want to do evil, you can get rid of it first. Great Elder, take away Fairy Changli again, but no one was hurt by her today. In my opinion, she has no intention of hurting anyone so far. Although it is not clear whether she has other plans, Fairy Changli There shouldn't be any danger."

She finished speaking in one breath and didn't dare to look at Longtian Li's reaction. After a while, she heard Longtian Li snort coldly, and was about to make another apology, but seeing the other party walk away without saying a word, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Although Tianyizong was severely injured, it was far from being comparable to the Supreme Seven Profound Palace. It is not a good thing to be offended. She was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, but Fenghailou first apologized: "Senior Mo , too many things have happened recently, Grand Master Uncle is feeling depressed, please don't be offended."

"It's because I said it badly." Mo Chenxiang shook his head.

Then, Feng Hailou said again: "Senior Mo, do you really think that little uncle is safe and sound?" His words sounded a little hesitant, as if he was also hesitating.

Mo Chenxiang sized him up thoughtfully for a while, seeing that besides hesitation, he also showed a bit of guilt, and suddenly said: "She looked for you?"

"No, no!" Feng Hailou immediately denied it, and at the same time covered his cuffs.

Mo Chenxiang smiled, twisted a trick so that the conversation between the two would not be leaked, and then said in a slow tone: "As the suzerain, there are some things I think I can mention. If you think it makes sense, you might as well consider it." Think about it, if you think it’s unreasonable, just pretend I didn’t say it.”

Feng Hailou thought in his heart: Although Senior Su Wenmo has a gentle appearance, his quick-witted mind should not be underestimated. Now it seems that it is true, and her little tricks of hers were easily spotted by her.He thought again: After all, the person who revived the Supreme Seven Profound Palace with his own efforts, who is still able to gain a firm foothold despite being excluded from the righteous way, is not a simple person.

In addition, Mo Chenxiang has been secretly helping Tian Yizong for more than 300 years. She has something to say, but Feng Hailou would not listen to her, she nodded quickly and said, "Senior Mo, please."

"I... I have always felt that she was not the one who murdered the Tianyi School." Mo Chenxiang sighed, with helplessness and bitterness flashing in his eyes, "Maybe I know her better than you, she is indeed not a kind person. She is cruel and scheming, but at the same time she acts with extreme caution, if it were her, I don't think she would leave room for Tian Yizong to recover."

"That's Gu Hong's ancestor is about to leave the customs, she has to escape." Feng Hailou couldn't help retorting.

"I heard that Elder Wu Hui and Fairy Changli were both seriously injured at the time. For her, with the Cangwu Sword in hand, is it difficult to take two more lives?" Mo Chenxiang asked back.

Fenghailou was speechless at once, Wu Hui and Changli hadn't recovered from their wounds until Xiexiu besieged Yunfu Mountain, if Zhong Mingzhu wanted to take their lives, he probably wouldn't even blink.

"What's more, if she took the Cangwu Sword and grasped the mystery of the Tianyi sect's mountain-protecting formation, why doesn't she use it against you now? With the power of the mountain-protecting formation, it shouldn't be too difficult for me to imprison this Nanming Villa. Mo Chenxiang sighed, "She, she looks like she just wants to take Fairy Changli away."

This is obviously a reason that can make everything logical, but no one wants to take a look.

"Senior Mo..." Feng Hailou was stunned, wanting to say something to comfort the woman in front of him, but he didn't know what to say.

But Mo Chenxiang smiled: "That's all I want to say. I will take Ayu away later. He is still young and there are many dangers here. I don't think he can handle it. I will send him to a safe place." When I come back again, I will hope that the sky will shine a lot on me."

The Treasure Appreciation Conference was over, but she still planned to come back. Although she said she wanted Tian Yizong to take care of her more, Feng Hailou understood that she was willing to help Tian Yizong, and immediately thanked Tian Yizong.

After seeing off Mo Chenxiang, he took out the jade token and looked at it, and then he frowned again: "Oh, I still don't know how to explain to Grand Master..."

He walked out of the room slowly, looked up at the sky, his eyes were aquamarine as if washed by water, and he couldn't see the wind and snow outside the barrier at all.

In the south of Shuoyuan, there are occasional sunny days. The further north, the worse the weather. The wind and snow do not stop day and night. Not to mention the naked eye, even the spiritual sense can hardly see the situation a little further away.

In the south of the Pantianzhishui, you can vaguely see the rolling mountains across the lake, but when you set foot there in person, all you can see is a vast expanse of white.

The sky, the flying snow, the never-melting ice under the feet, and the boulders covered by frost and snow all look the same color. If you don’t get close, you can’t find out whether it’s a cliff or a mountain trail ahead.

Even monks who sharpen themselves with asceticism will not come here. Compared with this, Nanming Villa is a peaceful and comfortable paradise.And those aristocratic families who are rumored to live in seclusion here are mostly living in secret places with heat sources, similar to the cave where Zhong Mingzhu is hiding now, and will not directly settle down in this snowstorm.

In the snow-capped mountains, the howling snowstorm was split by the terrain, its direction kept changing, and sometimes twisted together and cut everything it passed to pieces. In such a dangerous snowstorm, a cluster of small flames suddenly floated, just a little, But it has become the only color in the whole world.And beside the fluttering flames, there was a white figure walking slowly on the snow.

It was Changli who came out to look for the dragon's blood grass, she argued with Zhong Mingzhu for a long time, and the other party reluctantly agreed to her coming alone.

Different from the southern plains, the north of Fantianzhishui is full of steep mountains, the wind is extremely strong, the cold air is harsh, and the snowflakes are even mixed with sharp ice. , and it is easy to lose balance, so it is better to walk on foot to be on the safe side.

However, walking is only a little safer than flying. Walking on the rugged mountain road with difficulty, Changli can't help but rejoice at his decision. The situation in the north is so bad. If Zhong Mingzhu comes with her, I am afraid that if he is not careful To fall into the abyss.

Before she left, Zhong Mingzhu cut the palm of his hand and took the blood to turn it into a cluster of flames, saying that it could guide the direction, and stuffed a bunch of magic tools and charms for her to take with her in case of emergency.

Thanks to the fire leading the way, Changli was able to walk to the foot of Qiaoming Mountain smoothly. The mountain here is rugged and there are no vegetation to mark it. No matter where you go, you can see the same scenery. I don't know what year and month to find.After walking for nine days, the flame suddenly stopped, circled her three times and stopped moving forward, she knew that she had reached the top of Qiaoming Mountain.

Zhong Mingzhu said that he could only lead her to the top of the mountain. As for the dragon's blood grass, she still needs to find it by herself. After all, she has never seen it with her own eyes, so she doesn't know where it will grow, and she is not sure if it really exists. .

Probably because of the top of the mountain, the wind was particularly strong, making her cloak rattle. It was an expensive white fox-fur cloak, which was also given to her by Zhong Mingzhu. With this cloak to keep out the cold, she saved a lot Spiritual power, I didn't feel tired after walking in the snowstorm for so long.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to look around. She could only see countless snowflakes and ice edges, and she was not angry at all. Seeing that even the moss could not survive, let alone grass, she thought to herself: I could only walk around and look around.

The top of the mountain was bigger than she imagined. The ice layer was undulating, and there were many caves scattered here and there. The terrain was very complicated. She searched for three days but found nothing. Seeing that she was about to turn over the whole mountain, she couldn't help but She became anxious, and when she was considering whether to retreat to the mountainside and start searching from there, a dark red in the distance suddenly broke into her eyes.

Her first reaction was the dragon's blood grass, and she was overjoyed, but soon realized that the dark red was a Taoist figure.

How could there be other people here?

Doubts arose in her heart, and then she remembered the Huozheng clan that Zhong Mingzhu had told her about, and thought that Mount Zhuoguang happened to be on the edge of Qiaoming Mountain, so she said that maybe it was a member of the Huozheng clan.

That has nothing to do with me——Thinking of this, she stepped on the hard snow and continued to search for the imaginary fiery red.

She only took a small step, and the next moment she felt an astonishing momentum.

Mixed with the smell of blood, it looks like murderous intent, but it's not quite the same, it's more like a kind of pure power——

The dark red figure that was originally far away arrived in front of her in a split second.

Chang Li felt her eyes were bright red, she was almost out of breath, she held her breath, and without thinking about it, she swung her spirit sword towards the dark red.

The sharp blade slashed towards the endless blood.

Then, with a light ding, she lightened her hand, and the spirit sword instantly turned into dust, as if it had never existed.

The long sword with a strange color came into her eyes, the blood on the blade seemed to be flowing, and the tip of the sword touched her throat.

The sword stopped steadily and did not hurt her, but she felt that her throat had been pierced.

Something seemed to be churning in Linghai, clamoring to tear it apart. At the same time, there was a sharp pain between her brows, and her eyes turned black. The mist that devours consciousness.

In the sometimes blurred and sometimes clear vision, the one-armed woman looked at her expressionlessly, and the blood-colored long sword held in her left hand was as stable as a rock in the cold wind of the extreme north.

"Where is your sword?"

When she asked, her voice was hoarse and dry, but it was as unwavering as the sword in her hand.