There are bandits in Zhongshan

Cheng Ling hadn't woken up yet, and lay motionless in the healing enchantment of floating blue light. His body was covered with gauze, only one eye was exposed, and a terrifying scar could be vaguely seen on the edge of the gauze.

The gauze is not ordinary gauze, but a kind of talisman, which helps to speed up the repair of the body, showing a light turquoise in the aura of healing.

It’s like a rice dumpling——Zhong Mingzhu thought so at first sight when he entered the door, and then the thought lingered in her mind, making her want to laugh, if it wasn’t for the doctor’s exhausted picture Her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot and she had something to ask, so she probably laughed out loud by this time.

The doctor's surname is Cheng Mingxun. He looks about the same age as Yun Yi, but his face looks more serious than Yun Yi. He is a disciple of Longtian Lizuo, and Min Mingzhu wants to call him uncle in his seniority. Fenghailou listens. After Zhong Mingzhu said that he was going to visit Cheng Ling, he specifically asked her, saying that Uncle Cheng had a strict personality, and if he made a mistake in front of him, he would inevitably be punished.

"Junior Sister Zhong, Uncle Cheng has a temperament that doesn't put sand in his eyes, even if it's the face of the three elders, he doesn't sell it. Back then, it seemed that he had a dispute with the three elders before asking for help. Seeing her in a while, Don't lose your manners." For fear that she would forget when she turned around, Feng Hailou told her several times that among the disciples of the same generation, he and Ding Lingyun had the most contacts with Zhong Mingzhu, and they had the most temper with her. It's so clear, no matter how many times I explain it, it's not enough, I wish I could follow and stare.

But he has other things to do, Zhong Mingzhu still refuses to go later, it seems that he has a good relationship with Cheng Ling.

"They are all surnamed Cheng, are they relatives?" However, Zhong Mingzhu didn't appreciate it at all, and after listening for a long time, the focus was diverted to other places.

No matter how good-tempered Feng Hailou was, she was choked speechless by her, so he could only sigh, and after three sighs, he couldn't laugh or cry: "No, they just happened to be surnamed Cheng."

"Okay, I have my own measure." Seeing that he wanted to ask again, Zhong Mingzhu said so perfunctorily.

Seeing her careless appearance, Feng Hailou felt a throbbing pain in his head. Knowing that it would be useless to say more, he could only shake his head and leave with a wry smile, thinking in his heart, what should Zhong Mingzhu look for if he annoyed Cheng Xun Reason to save her from the siege.

Zhong Mingzhu was indeed perfunctory, but Feng Hailou didn't realize that the so-called visit to Cheng Ling was just a cover, she was actually looking for a doctor.

She got a general idea at Fenghailou, and knew that when they found Cheng Ling, many parts of his body had been burned, and the exposed white bones were charred black, and even Jindan was burned.

That is definitely not an injury that ordinary flames can cause. When monks form alchemy, they will reforge their blood bones. Only flames stimulated by spiritual power can hurt Jindan monks. It's only at the Nascent Soul level. It stands to reason that Cheng Ling has the Nascent Soul Talisman and the magic weapon Feng Yue. It can only be driven by spiritual cultivation, then Cheng Ling probably has no ashes left long ago.

She felt that there must be some secret method in the fire, but Feng Hailou and the others were anxious to find Liu Hanyan's whereabouts before, and no one paid attention to asking about it. She could only come to the doctor in person with the mentality of trying it out.

She also heard that the medicine used by Cheng Ling was very strange, and even Cheng Xun couldn't come up with the formula. Cheng Ling's injury took a turn for the worse in the blink of an eye, and he had no choice but to change back to that dose of medicine.The reason why Cheng Ling is still in a coma is because the medicine was changed halfway.It was also for this reason that Cheng Xun was always in a bad mood.

But none of this mattered to her, all she cared about was the source of the fire.

The day before yesterday, she touched the burning coal with her hand just to verify the conjecture in her heart. She was not stupid enough to think that what the fire spewed out was just an ordinary flame.

It doesn't look like Samadhi real fire, nor is it five-color bright flame-this may become a clue related to her identity.

Although Zhu Maolin and Baili Ningqing were insiders, they kept silent when they met several times, and even asked her to exchange Ruoye's blood.Not to mention how difficult it is to deal with Ruoye, who is backed by Yunzhongcheng, she still can't guess Zhu Maolin's intentions at present, if she is foolishly manipulated by someone and ends up harming herself, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss.

Furthermore, she hated Baili Ningqing's conspiracy against her, so she naturally didn't want to cooperate with them.

The so-called asking for others is better than asking for oneself, of course it is better to find out by oneself than to ask for others.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng." She was thinking about the similarities between Cheng Ling and Zongzi, but on the surface she was harmless to humans and animals. Under the Fairy Seat, Zhong Mingzhu."

When she has other plans, she can pretend to be more docile and well-behaved than anyone else.

But after reporting her name, she keenly sensed that Uncle Cheng didn't like her, to be precise, he probably didn't like Changli.When she explained that she was Changli's disciple, Cheng Xun cast a thoughtful glance at her, his brows were slightly frowned, and his originally indifferent face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Disciple of Changli, what are you here for?" Even his tone was mixed with a subtle sense of sharpness, as if he was asking a question.

When other uncles mentioned Changli, they all called her "Little Junior Sister", but he called her by her name with a straight face, and Zhong Mingzhu got angry immediately.

The words "None of your shit" twirled on the tip of her tongue a few times, but she finally swallowed it back after taking a deep breath.

She bent down respectfully and saluted, hiding the coldness in her eyes behind her sleeves, and still maintained a gentle and gentle voice: "I heard that Brother Cheng was killed by thieves, let me come and see him."

"Then look, don't touch that enchantment." Her attitude was impeccable, but Cheng Xun's attitude was still very cold, and he turned around after leaving such a sentence, as if he didn't even want to look at it. Take a look at her.

Is there something wrong with this person...

Zhong Mingzhu murmured in his heart, no matter in the gate or after going down the mountain, anyone in the righteous way would respect Fairy Changli when they heard the name of Fairy Changli, even those whose cultivation base far exceeds Changli. The first time I saw a person who turned down when he heard Changli's name.

That person was still her uncle, her first reaction was that Chang Li had had a grudge with him, but thinking about it again, she felt that it was impossible.

Changli left Tiantai Peak for the first time on the day when Qianmianyan came to commit crimes. At that time, Cheng Xun was already in a fluke. The two of them probably hadn't even met each other. Even if they did, it could only be that Changli was brought by Wu Hui. When going to Yunfu Mountain.How can a baby have any grudges against others?

She is somewhat interested in anything related to Changli. While staring absently at Cheng Ling lying there who seemed to be breathing in and out of breath, she wondered if she should ask, but when she looked up, she saw Cheng Ling. She always felt that if she opened her mouth, she would be thrown out.

So she could only touch her nose, temporarily suppressing this imminent thought.

"Uncle Cheng, was brother Cheng injured by the real fire of Samadhi?" She walked around Cheng Ling a few times, and then asked, "It turns out that the real fire of Samadhi is so powerful that even Feng Yue can't stop it."

Three points of innocence and seven points of confusion, even if you find an actor in the workshop, you may not be more like her pretending.

"He has a golden elixir to protect his body, how could the true fire of samadhi hurt him like this." Cheng Xun snorted coldly, his tone was still not kind, but there was no embarrassment in his answer.

This is enough for Zhong Mingzhu, as long as Cheng Xun can solve her doubts, it doesn't matter even if he points at her nose and yells at her.

"Could it be five-color bright flames? But—" She frowned just right, and then got what she wanted.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Earth Vein Flowing Fire, called Jiehuo."

"Jianhuo..." Zhong Mingzhu read softly, his slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, this time he was no longer putting on airs, but really lost in thought.

That is a name that only exists in legends.

In ancient prehistoric times, all beings coexisted, all things were born, all things were destroyed, wars and chaos alternated, prosperity and beauty, almost every moment was worthy of poets' praises, but today, tens of thousands of years later, there is only one volume of Hetu and one volume of Luoshu.

The scene of fire falling from the sky is painted on the river map, which is the first fire, the sky fire.

Nuwa used the fire of heaven to smelt five-color stones to create human beings. The fire of the sky is not extinguished, so it would hurt all living beings. Nuwa then sealed the fire of the sky in the veins of the earth. It is the fire that robs the world, that is, the fire that robs the world.

Jiehuo is born from heavenly fire, but it is not an inextinguishable fire. After mortals understand the method of controlling it, they can take it for their own use.

It is rumored that those powerful weapons in ancient times were forged by Jiehuo.

Such injuries were caused because it was not the flames spawned by spiritual power, but the extremely domineering flames that existed in the world.

It was a world-robbing fire that could burn even golden cores, but she was unscathed.

The fires controlled by monks are essentially ordinary fires, the only difference lies in the amount of spiritual power contained in them.Although the robbery fire is fierce, it is not easy to control, and it is easy to hurt oneself. It only existed in records a long time ago.If Cheng Xun didn't remind her, she would only think that it was a unique spell, and she would never have thought that it was caused by the fire.

It is the hardest red gold in the world, it will turn into a puddle of molten iron in a few moments in the fire, no wonder Li Yang was so surprised that day.

She repeated the words over and over in her mouth, but she had no other clues other than those half-truths and half-false records. She wanted to ask Cheng Xun a few more words, but after thinking about it, she would lose her words if she was caught. .

Just looking at that stern and rigid face, she didn't want to talk much.

In vain, she used to always complain about Changli's rigidity, but now she realizes that even if her master is expressionless, he looks much more approachable than the vicious uncle in front of her.

Probably because she is a woman, her facial features are softer after all. Leaving the room that was abruptly made tense by Cheng Xun, and basking in the warm sunshine, she was thinking about these things aimlessly, unconsciously imitating them in her heart. From the appearance of Changli.

Suddenly, a thought popped into her mind, and she was too late to realize that she even stopped in her tracks and became stunned.

When we met for the first time, I only felt the coldness of the other party. Although we got along for so many years, she never took a good look at Chang Li's appearance. The woman in white has always been a deserted image in her heart, so that the default appearance in her heart is All with cold edges and corners.

No desire, no heart, no desire, even if it occasionally reveals something else, it is only a flash in the pan, like a silent iceberg, only occasionally the wind blows.

But at this moment, in the wind warmed by the sun, the appearance she unconsciously outlined—without the layer of frost that seemed to exist—was extremely elegant, and the lines of her eyebrows and eyes did not feel sharp at all, but It has a soft meaning like the light smoke of a bright moon.

She has always known that Chang Li is a beauty, and she is still the number one beauty in the current cultivation world, but most of this concept comes from Ding Lingyun's nagging, which is almost to the ear.

Before that, she always felt that Ruoye was more beautiful than Changli, but now she was not so sure.

Master, long away.

long away.

Stretching out her hand, she drew a few times in the air with her fingertips, leaving a mist-like aura, gathering and spreading, and the black hair and white clothes slowly revealed with her strokes and strokes.

It is true that I didn't pay much attention to it, but it was already engraved in my heart unconsciously, and I didn't even need to think about it.

When the facial features of the woman in the mist gradually took shape, she stared at them for a long time, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and the cinnabar mole on her forehead, everything was exactly as she thought in her heart, but she always felt that there was something missing everywhere.

After all, it is a copy, not an authentic work.

She lowered her hands, with a look of loss in her eyes, and the mist constructed by spiritual power dissipated in the breeze.

"Changli..." She read these two words lightly, with incredible tenderness.

Maybe I noticed it, maybe I didn't, my heart floated to a high place like smoke, and it sank to the bottom of a bottomless pool like being tied to a huge rock.

"Long away."

Suddenly there was a strong urgency.

She wants to see each other forever.

Think now.

In the long corridor, Ding Lingyun passed by holding a few jade documents with a sad face. Fenghailou arranged for her to count the extra supplies needed in the past few days. She has always disliked this kind of paperwork. When she saw Zhong Mingzhu, her eyes lit up and she didn't even think about it He turned and walked towards her.

She knew that Zhong Mingzhu was very good at these things. Compared with driving 64 Zhu Mingtie at the same time, counting supplies was not at all difficult.

"A Zhu!" She shouted, but the other party seemed to be thinking about something and ignored her at all. She couldn't help but wonder, "What are you doing?"

Zhong Mingzhu was the only one in the yard, but for some reason she was staring at one spot with a faint smile on her face.

That smile was different from anything Ding Lingyun had seen before.

Zhong Mingzhu usually smiles a lot, happy, mischievous, rampant, malicious, etc. Ding Lingyun has seen a lot, but now the smile on her face is so shallow that it is almost invisible if you don't look carefully, but it has a completely different feeling .

As early as when they were still living in Mingjing Peak, Ding Lingyun knew that Zhong Mingzhu's ladylike appearance was just a superficial appearance, but he was actually full of bad temper, sometimes irritable, sometimes mean, and sometimes very cunning , no matter what, it is not related to the word gentle.

It's not that Ding Lingyun has never seen Zhong Mingzhu who is pretending to be gentle. She was born with such a pitiful face, and it can be said that she is always disadvantaged when she pretends to be weak. But if you look carefully at that time, you can still see the coldness and mockery in her eyes.

Now the girl in Tsing Yi standing in the warm wind is calm and gentle, as if she is the gentlest person in the world, even a heart as hard as iron cannot escape the fate of being moved by her.Ding Lingyun looked at those eyes that were slightly shallower than ordinary people, and really saw an almost soft expression there.

She was immersed in her own thoughts, and at this moment, it seemed that even making a sound was a kind of blasphemy.

Stretching out his hand stiffly, Ding Lingyun hesitated whether to pat Zhong Mingzhu to draw her attention back, but before she could make a decision, Zhong Mingzhu suddenly turned around and walked towards the gate.

"Hey? Wait!" She hurriedly stopped Zhong Mingzhu, "You—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was pushed away.

She was caught off guard by such a push, and almost fell to the ground. She suddenly became angry, and was about to grab Zhong Mingzhu to ask for an explanation, but she froze for a moment.When she passed by, she seemed to see a flash of tyranny in Zhong Mingzhu's eyes.

That gaze was so ferocious that it was hard to imagine, as if it could tear people apart, just looking at it made people terrified.

If you disturb her, you will die.

Ding Lingyun had this feeling inexplicably, she didn't know if it was an illusion, she just knew that she was indeed terrified, whether it was by Zhong Mingzhu or by her own imagination.

It was too late for her to investigate. After the chill dissipated, Zhong Mingzhu had disappeared outside the door.

"...Maybe I misread it."

After a long time, she let out a long breath, stroking her chest with lingering fear.

Zhong Mingzhu's cultivation base is not as good as hers, so how could he have such a terrifying aura.

"It must be that too many things have happened recently." She looked at the jade document in her hand, and walked away with a sigh.

In the middle of the night, the moon is hidden and the stars are thin, and the spiritual lamp in the bamboo house illuminates the whole room brightly.

Changli sat quietly on the bamboo slum, practicing kung fu, Baili Ningqing watched from the side with his legs crossed, playing with a bamboo stick in his hand, and yawned exaggeratedly from time to time.She didn't need to sleep at all, but she was uncomfortable when she didn't make a movement.

In the past few days, she has been busy thinking about how to deal with Qianmianyan. After all, Changli's cultivation level is low, she dare not make a hasty decision, so she thinks if there is any way to let Changli improve his cultivation level quickly.

At least to the extent that she won't be affected and killed when she fights with Qianmianyan.

As soon as she thought about it, she thought of something, and when she wanted to ask, she caught up with Chang Li who was practicing the exercises. She saw that the exercise was coming to an end, so she simply stayed and waited.

Unexpectedly, Tian Yizong's kung fu was slower than she imagined, she waited from daytime to dark without waiting for Changli to open his eyes.

"Let's leave Sanqingguiyi and don't practice, and insist on sticking to the turtle king's eight kung fu." She switched legs and cocked her legs, complaining as if she hated iron for being weak.

Tianyizong's exercises focus on protecting the body. If you use a pattern to describe it, it is Zhou Zheng's round shape, stable and flat, with almost no sharp edges. It is completely opposite to Baili Ningqing's aggressive temperament, so she joked It is called the turtle king's eight skills, even in front of Changli, he doesn't restrain himself at all.

In fact, she was also curious. She thought that Changli valued the sect's rules so much. Hearing her call Tianyizong's Taoist skills like this, not to mention getting angry, would at least make some dissatisfaction, but the other party was not moved at all.

"Aren't you angry?" Once she couldn't help asking, after being reminded by Zhu Maolin, she bit the bullet and chattered with Changli for several days, and finally understood a little bit how to communicate with Changli.

If she just laments that the weather is so good, Chang Li will definitely not make a sound, if she adds: "What do you think?"

After that, it will be changed back to the long-distance answer.

Sometimes it is very fast, sometimes it takes a long time, it is Changli who is thinking about how to respond, if she can't think of how to answer, she will say: "I don't know."

Although this situation is still extremely troublesome for Baili Ningqing, it is better than her talking to herself alone.

Not long after the question was thrown out, a concise, straightforward but incomprehensible answer came back: "No."

She really didn't understand why Chang Li wasn't angry. In another day, Yizong and others probably would have blown their beards and stared at her to fight her desperately.

"Why not, aren't you very disciplined?"

"Discipline yourself, not as good as others."

Now Baili Ningqing understands, in short - it has nothing to do with her.

"If Zhong Mingzhu said the same thing, would you be angry? What would you do?" Baili Ningqing rolled her eyes and continued to ask with a smile. This time, she was too lazy to waste time by asking and answering, so she simply answered all the questions at once. throw.

"No." Chang Li lowered his eyes, still with that neutral tone, "I'll tell her not to say that."

This is probably the weirdest master and apprentice in the world, Baili Ningqing thinks so.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Changli finished his exercise. Baili Ningqing rushed over and fired a cannonball and asked, "Oh, let me tell you, didn't I give you the inner alchemy that fell from the monster? Have you already eaten it?" ? Why doesn’t the cultivation base increase?”

She didn't pay much attention to the inner alchemy of the monster beast in the Nascent Soul stage, so she forgot it after throwing it to Changli. It was only when she was thinking about how to help Changli improve his cultivation these days that she remembered that she was in Changli's storage ring. I searched inside, but didn't find the inner alchemy, so I wondered if it had already been taken.

But Changli's cultivation base didn't see much progress, and the cultivation base of Neidan could at least help her improve her skills for another hundred years. Even in the bottleneck period, she wouldn't be unable to make a single step after absorbing so many cultivation bases.

"I gave it to her."

After a while, Baili Ningqing jumped up from the chair when he heard Changli's calm voice.

"What? You give her? What do you give her?"

"Enhance her cultivation."

"You, you, you, you..." Baili Ningqing paced back and forth irritably, "There is only one monster in a thousand monsters that can drop the inner alchemy, and it is a monster that is still a nascent soul. Do you know how precious this is? Why? I just gave it to her..."

Without waiting for Changli to reply, she hurried out and murmured: "No, I'll go and get it back, I hope that guy hasn't swallowed it, otherwise Qian Mianyan can crush you to death with just a little spiritual pressure. "

As if sensing something in those words, Chang Li raised his head to look at her, a hint of thoughtfulness appeared in his dark eyes.

"Senior." For the first time, she took the initiative to speak and stopped Baili Ningqing.

"What?" Baili Ningqing's first reaction was that he heard it wrong, "You called me?"

"Yes."

What is this? Is the sun coming out from the west?

Baili Ningqing's eyes widened, and she pointed at herself, looking silly, but she came to her senses later, and asked with a happy brow, "What's the matter?"

When getting along with Changli, the other party is always indifferent, but this time Changli took the initiative to speak, which gave her an inexplicable feeling of breaking through the realm.

But before Changli could speak again, the magic lamp in the room flickered suddenly, Baili Ningqing's face darkened, his eyes became sharper, and the next moment he was in his hand.

"You stay here for a moment."

The voice is still there, but the figure has disappeared.

"Okay." Chang Li lowered his eyes again, and slowly loosened his fingers that had been quietly clenched before.

In the distance, a woman's figure appeared from behind the clouds, and the goose-yellow water skirt danced in the night wind, stepping on the void like walking on flat ground.

That's something that can only be achieved by turning into a god, and you can fly without the help of a flying sword.

"Who is coming?" Baili Ningqing raised his hand, the tip of the gun turned into a little cold light in the dark night, and pointed at the figure in the distance.

That person held a pass made by Zhu Maolin, and that token was only given to two people by Zhu Maolin, but the person who came was not either of them.

Not long after, a gentle voice that seemed to be indifferent to the world reached Linghai: "Mo Chenxiang from the Supreme Seven Profound Palace asks to see you."

"It turned out to be you." Bailiningqing's eyes froze, the coldness was worse than the gun's glow, she clenched the gun barrel tightly, and did not hide the mockery in her tone, "You still have the face?"

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