There are bandits in Zhongshan

Water mist spewed out from the incense burner slowly, it was incense mixed with seven flavors of elixir, and the faint medicinal fragrance occupied every corner of the room, outlining a drowsy and peaceful atmosphere.

The woman in white is sitting on the couch, her eyes are closed tightly, her long eyelashes flutter slightly with her slow breath, like a winged butterfly resting on a branch after the rain and dew, waiting to fly, her white clothes are spotless. The blue silk tied by the headband flows down the straight back, and finally winds on the undulating fabric, black and white, blending in one place, but so distinct.

A healing enchantment was placed outside the collapse, lingering in blue light, dotted with flying stars, wisps of spiritual energy continued to sink into the woman's body, but she never saw the slightest trace of blood on her face, and even her lips were only pale pink, as pale as Unglazed doll.

Zhong Mingzhu rested his chin, tapped the side table with the other hand, his eyes lingered in this small living room, he saw the sturdy nanmu hanging beam above his head, he saw the lifelike relief of animal heads on the front of the incense burner, and he looked at it again. Passing the shadow flickering with the candlelight under his feet, he looked carefully at every corner, and even the circles of wood grain on the wood could be seen clearly. In the end, Chang Li's calm face was reflected in his slightly shallow eyes.

Every time, the endlessly wandering line of sight will eventually freeze at the same place, as if that is the end.

It is clear that the face is exactly the same as the memory, and I can outline the exact same outline with my own hands, but I just feel that compared to what I saw with my own eyes, those are just a blur of ink.

It's only been less than two months since we parted, but seeing each other again feels like a world away.

Those wounds have healed, and there is no trace of them, but every time he thinks about them, a trace of uncontrollable ruthlessness will always appear in Zhong Mingzhu's eyes.

Changli only suffered some skin trauma, but her spiritual power was extremely depleted—she had exhausted all her spiritual power, perhaps including her physical strength and energy. If it hadn't been for Zhong Mingzhu pulling the flying sword, she could only let herself fall into that place. In the pool of blood, it looks like something that has been discarded at will.She didn't care at all, even if she fell into the dust in the most embarrassing posture, there was no spark in those dark eyes.

At the moment when he embraced Changli, Zhong Mingzhu even thought she was dead.She knew that Changli was still alive, with body temperature, heartbeat, and breathing, and that the Nascent Soul was not damaged at all, but Zhong Mingzhu had a strange feeling that he was hugging a dead person.

How dare they!

It was the first thought that flooded in, relentlessly occupying every inch of the mind.

"They" was just a reference, she didn't know who they were, she just knew that someone had to pay for it.

Whether it is accidental or deliberate, maybe one person did it unintentionally, maybe it was conspired by ten people, maybe thousands of people were involved—no matter who it is.

In that moment of overwhelming anger, an idea was ready to come out. She supported the plain white figure that was stained red with blood, and looked deeply into the blackness that seemed to be empty.

Then, the brows stretched, and the corners of the mouth curled up in an inexplicable sense of relief.

In the void where there should be nothing, she saw light.

Although it is fleeting, it is enough to prove that what I saw that day is not an illusion.

That is caring, bondage, and the only warmth.

The tapping of her knuckles became slower and slower, and finally stopped. She squinted her eyes, and there was a happy emotion in her eyes that were slightly cold due to the color of her eyes.

Changli had recuperated for a few days, and she stayed in this house for a few days.

At first, it was only a vague idea, but with the slight breathing in the room, it became clearer and became conclusive in the end.

She knew what it was, and she knew what it was going to be.

"Long Li——" the word that has been lingering in my heart all year round has become more and more familiar with the accumulation of time, rolling off the tip of the tongue like pearls.

She remembered that she once asked why the Grand Master chose such a name. In fact, she had already heard the reason from Ding Lingyun, and she just picked up some topics so that the extremely taciturn Fairy Changli could speak.Chang Li replied in a flat and monotonous voice: "I don't know."

Even Ding Lingyun, a girl far away in Yunzhong City, could say something, but she didn't know it herself. Zhong Mingzhu was startled for a moment, and then laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

Phoenix, the head of all birds, lives in Wu, also known as Changli, and the phoenix belongs to fire, and the word Changli is born to represent raging flames.But on this woman in white, not to mention the fire, she couldn't even find the slightest bit of warmth. Even the woodpile that had been poured with cold water for three days and three nights was warmer than hers. The name is like a joke.

Now she finally caught a glimpse of the starlight.She finds it interesting and touching.

She couldn't help saying those two words that made her heart itchy and hot again: "Chang, Li——"

"...You should call me Master." A voice that seemed to be unheard for many years sounded from not far away. At first it was very soft like an indistinct murmur, and then gradually became clear and became a straight line without twists and turns.

Zhong Mingzhu was led by the voice to raise his head, looked into those honest black eyes, tilted his head slightly, and then, a brisk laughter overflowed from his throat, and his knuckles, which had been inactive for a long time, tapped again On the side table, click and click, in sync with the trembling pace of the long-distance eyelashes.

Liu Hanyan was missing, Ye Chenzhou was still in trouble, and the corpses in the valley were shocking.

Too many mysteries are just around the corner.

After finding Changli, she closed her eyes and began to adjust her breath without saying a word. Long Tianli left in a hurry, and the rest of the people were helpless and could only wait patiently for Changli to wake up.

Now that Changli is awake, Zhong Mingzhu should immediately inform other people - after the necessary greetings, ask the ins and outs of everything as soon as possible, and then consider what to do next.

The matter is of great importance, and there is no room for mistakes.

But Zhong Mingzhu just sat there motionless, and had no intention of going out to find someone at all, nor did he have any earnest greetings.

"Whether the spiritual power has recovered" or "Is there any discomfort" and so on, there is not a single word.

She just tapped her knuckles lightly, looking back and forth at Chang Li, with a smile spreading in her eyes.

Those things are imminent, so what?

She is safe and sound, Chang Li is safe and sound, and the rest are trivial matters that can be put aside for the time being.

"What if I want to call you Changli?" She said with a smile, and as soon as she finished speaking, she saw a thoughtful expression in Changli's eyes. She knew what she was thinking, so she gave the answer first, "Master Engraving the precepts ten times and sweeping the floor for three years is actually not bad."

The Tianyi sect has clear rewards and punishments, such a disrespectful utterance requires hand-grinding ten pieces of bluestone, engraving the precepts of the master's sect ten times, and sweeping the ground at the peak for three years.

"Why." Chang Li asked.

She was so serious, it reminded Zhong Mingzhu of a night not long ago, and Chang Li also asked her why she was laughing so seriously.

"Because I want to do it."

She was still the person who did whatever she wanted back then, so the answer was exactly the same as before.

Changli lowered his eyes, his expression was as neither angry nor happy as before, Zhong Mingzhu stared at her with great interest, looking at the imperceptible confusion behind the darkness, thinking about how the other party would respond.

Most likely it will end here, without saying a word, until she brings up the topic again, she thought so, and then she heard Chang Li's voice.

Cold and alienated, to anyone it sounds like Shuo Yuan's perennial wind, but Zhong Mingzhu noticed that Chang Li seemed to have pursed his lips before speaking, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Why did you leave without authorization?" Hei Mou stared directly at her, exuding an almost stubborn aura inexplicably.

"Huh?" The familiar words made Zhong Mingzhu's eyebrows twitch. She didn't look away, and calmly met the fear-inducing gaze. What followed was wanton laughter.

It wasn't ridicule, it wasn't sarcasm, it was laughter of pure joy. After laughing enough, she caressed her undulating chest, realizing that Chang Li was going to ask again, she stepped a few steps to the couch, sat down on the ground casually, and He hooked Changli's sleeve with his hand, looked up at her and said: "It's only three things."

—She hasn't forgotten, of course she does.

"I'll tell you," she said softly.

It was a bewitchingly sweet voice, she could get what she wanted, always had, she had no reason to believe so.

Just like she once vowed to pull Changli into the dust.

No matter what it is, she always gets what she wants.

She told Changli why she left that day, she didn't hide it, there was no need to hide it, Changli was very smart, what she saw was enough to cover up all the concealment.She didn't want to hide either.

In case it leads to unforeseen consequences, let’s talk about it later——

Zhong Mingzhu is that kind of person.

If this is stolen leisure, steal a moment more.

After this moment of leisure, she began to think about business.

"Be careful, don't move." This kind of soft instruction was accompanied by the clean and tidy movement of the knife.

The dagger in his hand was only six inches long, and it was one of the achievements of Zhong Mingzhu's previous squandering. From the engraving on the handle of the knife to the seven gems inlaid on the blade, it exuded a flashy atmosphere.However, no matter how flashy it is, this dagger made of cold iron is still a sharp blade that cuts iron like mud, and it is easy to cut through flesh and blood.

Zhong Mingzhu pinched Changli's wrist, with a faint smile on his face, lazy and affectionate, the movement of the other hand was not sloppy at all, and with a flash of cold light, it swiped towards the beating blood in Changli's wrist.

Just when the blade was about to pierce the bright white, Chang Li's body was suddenly shrouded in light green light, and the dagger was pushed away by an irresistible force, unable to reach the slightest threat.

"Sure enough." Zhong Mingzhu looked at the bamboo tube in Changli's arms and raised the corners of his mouth.

The light green light was emitted from the bamboo tube, which was given to her by Zhu Maolin to take the shark's blood, but now it has become a life-saving magic weapon, when she wants to stay in the bamboo house, the bamboo tube Maolin moved some hands and feet on it.

Zhong Mingzhu suspected that the reason why Baili Ningqing was able to find them so quickly after that was also due to the bamboo tube.

After escaping from Nan Si Chu's sword, she became suspicious, but she didn't want others to know that now that Chang Li was here, she just asked her to help her out.

"I really don't know what they are thinking..." She muttered, let go of Changli's wrist, took back the bamboo tube and looked it up and down, with her eyesight, no matter how you looked at it, she thought it was just an ordinary bamboo material.

At this time, Changli remembered the jade box left by Zhu Maolin, and took it out and handed it to Zhong Mingzhu.

Hearing her explanation, Zhong Mingzhu raised his eyebrows, and the surprise in his eyes was even greater. She took the jade box and looked it up, and found that the jade box was sealed by a seal, so she asked how to open it, but Chang Li put the jade box away. After entering the storage ring, I never looked at it for a second time. I didn't know there was a seal at all, and I didn't remember Zhu Maolin's other explanations.

The two of them tried several methods but failed to open the jade box. Zhong Mingzhu felt that Zhu Maolin might have left in a hurry and forgot to inform him, so he would make plans later.

"So generous, those who don't know think they are my biological parents..." She rubbed her brows and sighed.

When she learned that the two of them were seriously injured and escaped, she gloated for a while, but now she felt a little uncomfortable facing such kindness.

Chang Li said, "You don't have a demonic aura about you."

Both Zhu Maolin and Baili Ningqing are demon cultivators, and their offspring must also be demons.

"That's right." Zhong Mingzhu stuffed the bamboo tube and jade box back into her storage ring. Although she didn't know what the two of them were thinking, it would be good to have something to save her life. She scanned the storage ring more and more. More and more sundries, while casually asking Changli about his movements these days.

What exactly is this bead?

When she caught a glimpse of the dark red bead, she was so suspicious again, and wanted to ask Chang Li, but found the hesitation in the other party's eyes.

Changli has always been straightforward, but now she is hesitating——

Such a discovery made Zhong Mingzhu get carried away, lowered his eyes, and what appeared in his shallow eyes was cunning and cold fascination.

Not long ago, the right hand that was long away from the wrist was stretched out again, and it touched the back of the opponent's hand. There was only a thin layer of skin between the fingertips and the dark blue blood, and he could clearly feel the beating synchronized with the breath.

"Didn't you tell me that, even if I don't ask about things related to me, you should tell me. Now that I ask, you should tell me even more."

"About you?"

"You are my master, your affairs are naturally related to me."

She raised her head, and the face covered by Chang Li's figure looked very cute. The soft smile between her eyebrows and eyes was like a spring breeze. Added a bit of naughty and proud.

It was bad in her bones, and she didn't want to hide it at all.

The hesitation in the black eyes became more intense for a moment, and then faded away, returning to the original emptiness.

"Because Qianmianyan—" she said, her voice was clear and cold, as usual.

She didn't feel hesitant because of Chang Li's indifference, and what was engraved in her blood along with the badness was some kind of unreasonable self-confidence—or arrogance. Moreover, these were in her expectation, and she listened carefully to Chang Li's words. Talking about the experience after parting, the right hand is still covering the back of the opponent's hand, as if it was a natural movement.

"Qianmianyan..." She read the strange name lightly, thinking about it, and then she suddenly realized the joy.

This is the ring hidden in the mist.

Even if not, turn him into that ring.

Ruoye stood at the door, raising his hand for the tenth time and trying to knock on the door.

Zhong Mingzhu kept saying that there was a clue to Changli, and told her not to be restless. After a few days passed, she became more and more restless, wishing to come every hour to see if Changli was awake, but her teacher told her no. Should disturb people's rest.

Just when he was in a dilemma, the door was pulled open vigorously, Zhong Mingzhu seemed to want to rush out, but when he saw the figure at the door, he was taken aback for a moment, then clapped his hands and smiled, "Just right!"

As he spoke, he dragged Ruoye into the room, stared at her without blinking and said:

"Tell me everything you know about Qian Mianyan's theft of the Ye family's spiritual veins, everything."