[Sword Three] Mountain Ghost Ballad

After Miao left the house, although she still missed Mo Yu in the house, her mood was obviously relaxed a lot.

She made up her mind that after leaving Mount Li, she must drag Mo Yu to find someone from the Five Poison Sect. If he really had the Forgetfulness Gu in his body before, then there must be some reason for the sudden failure of the Gu poison .

It would be best if the Wangqing Gu was really detoxified, but the sudden deterioration of the curse mark on Mo Yu's body would lead to the detoxification of the Gu poison, which is one of the consequences that Miao least wants to see.

As for the poisonous curse that Mo Yu was under, as Qi said, it had been deposited in Mo Yu's body for too long, and it had been entangled with his own power, so it was very difficult to dissolve it.

Miao is also afraid of hurting Mo Yu, and has not dared to try to undo the curse for Mo Yu for many years, but he did not expect that as Mo Yu's mind gradually stabilized, the curse mark in his body would become more and more serious. Resolve, I'm afraid that Mo Yu's vitality will be seriously injured, but if it is left alone, Mo Yu will always be tired of the curse seal.

Although Miao can temporarily suppress Mo Yu's madness with the Ningxin Curse, it can cure the symptoms but not the root cause. The technique of concentrating and meditating is not a long-term solution. She is now only hoping that the man in white with a mysterious background in the room at this time is really... He is a master of yin and yang arts, and he has a way to help Mo Yu completely unravel the poisonous curse without hurting his true energy.

The breeze blows, the jacarandas are scattered all over the ground, the wind chimes hanging on the four corners of the eaves jingle, and the screen door is slowly closed behind Miao, completely isolating the two worlds inside and outside the house.

She couldn't help but look back, through the carved wooden screen door, she could only see a shadow, separated by several layers of curtains, the situation inside the house couldn't be seen clearly at all.

Miao sighed softly, and walked down the steps slowly, looking at the landscape of mountains, rocks and flowing water in the courtyard, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.

She raised her hand to catch a few jacaranda petals falling from the sky, let the petals stay in her palm, and let them be blown away by the breeze, and finally watched them fall into the pool in the courtyard, shaking and turning, or floating on the water, or sink to the bottom.

Everything is exactly the same as it was thousands of years ago.

Miao still remembers that before she was four years old, she lived with her mother in a palace in Xixiuling, and her mother was so strict that she was almost not allowed to step out of the palace gate until she was taken in by her father when she was four years old. Only by being around you can you be freed from the constraints of the past.

In her memory, her father was not as strict as her mother, he was always tolerant, even conniving.

He never forced her to do anything, even if he asked her, he always put her wishes first. If she didn't like it, he would never mention it again—except when he was learning Yin Yang aspect.

When teaching her Yin Yang, her father has always been very strict, ten volumes a day, this is the standard set by her father at first.

At that time, she had just come to her father's side not long ago, and she still couldn't read many words, so her father accompanied her in front of the case, teaching her to read bit by bit, even though the progress was slow, he never relaxed his demands on her.

When she was a little older, her father would teach her more and more things. Even if she was learning more and more hard, my father would never cut down the courses because of this.

At that time, Miao was still young, so as long as she fulfilled her father's request, she would not think about other things, but thinking about it now, her father's attitude at that time was actually very problematic.

He seemed to be in a state of anxiety all the time, so that he abandoned his previous serious attitude, and only asked her to read, even if she swallowed it whole, he had to finish reading the daily book slips.

Could it be that her father at that time already knew that she would leave his side when she was eight years old, so he taught her as much as possible so as not to make her feel sad when she came to Datang?

But if she was reincarnated as Miaomiao at the age of eight, what would happen to the girl in her dream who had lived in Qin for more than twenty years?

She and the person in the dream were exactly the same for the first eight years of their lives, except that in the ninth year, she became the "A Miao" in the mouth of the villagers of Daoxiang Village, while the person in the dream got her real name , became the concubine of the Yin Yang family.

What Miao is wondering now is whether she and Jiang Yu in her dream are the same person... If it is the same person, why is she so unfamiliar with Jiang Yu's life, but if it is not the same person, why do they have the same past? ?

Or when her soul left her body thousands of years ago, a lonely soul was resurrected through her body, and since then replaced her identity, living as Jiang Yu instead of her...

Miao was taken aback by her sudden guess. She looked at the pond in the courtyard in a daze, and felt a chill hit her, which made her feel a little chilly.

She shook her head, feeling that her thoughts were absurd.

Let's not talk about how difficult it is to seize the house, just say that with my father's ability at the time, if she was taken away by someone, how could he not be aware of it.

Miao exhaled slightly, feeling that she must have been too nervous these days to have such inexplicable thoughts.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, raised her eyes and looked around, only then did she realize that the surroundings of the courtyard were too quiet, and there was no one except herself.

As for Yan, he should have stayed outside the house just now...

Miao quickly walked through the surrounding corridors, and saw the curtains made of light gauze dancing with the wind, but no one was seen under the heavy cover.

She opened the curtain and walked along the stone road in the courtyard until she came to a hot spring not far behind the house, and found a vague figure by the misty pool.

The man with clouded temples and wide-sleeved blouse, was standing with his back to her at the moment, standing quietly by the water, looking at something, but it was not the smoke she was looking for at this moment.

Miao stood there and hesitated for a while, but finally walked forward slowly.

Her footsteps were very light, but she did not deliberately hide her whereabouts, so before she came close, people by the water had already discovered her existence.

The man withdrew his gaze from looking at the water, turned around, and just met Miao's eyes who came up to him, but when he saw it, Miao showed some surprise.

It was a young woman who didn't look like Huaxin, but the few strands of gorgeous hair growing out of her temples and the calmness and calmness revealed by her whole body made it impossible to guess her real age.

This is a very beautiful woman, her skin is as white as jade, as calm as water, even if the light veil covers her eyes, making it difficult for people to see her appearance clearly, she still has to admit that she is so gentle and unremarkable at first glance. A woman with no defense.

She stood quietly under the flower tree by the water, with a gentle and beautiful appearance, the moment she turned around, there was still a bit of sadness between her brows, as if she was preoccupied.

Miao stood not far away, quietly looking at the person in front of her, and the inexplicable familiarity that emerged in her heart suddenly reminded her of many things buried in the deepest part of her memory.

At that time, she hadn't come to Datang, her father and mother were still by her side, and the relationship between the two elders was not as cold as it was in the future.

Although she was still a baby in her infancy, she couldn't open her eyes and couldn't see many things clearly, but she could feel the meticulousness and tenderness her mother treated her at that time, which was completely different from the cold and serious mother in the future.

In Miao's heart, although her mother is unsmiling and does not treat her like her father, she still puts her mother on an equal footing with her father, respects and loves her, and gets close to her.

Even though her mother has always been cold to her, she only disappointed her mother because she did not meet her mother's expectations.

When she was with her mother, although she didn't say anything, in her heart, she always hoped that her mother would treat her back to the way she was before, and that she could live together as a family like her father.

It's a pity that since she opened her eyes and came to Datang, all her previous expectations have been in vain.

Gradually, she also got used to the current life, and she gradually let go of many obsessions in the past. It was only when she saw the woman in front of her at this moment, that familiar gentle aura reminded her of her mother's previous appearance.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Ling Miao regained consciousness from her memory. She raised her eyes and looked up, only to find that the woman who was standing quietly by the water just now had quietly come in front of her.

The two are only a few feet apart at the moment, and Miao can even smell a very light fragrance of sinking water on the other person, just like the woman in front of him feels, quiet and restrained, giving people a sense of peace of mind in silence.

This woman's name is Zihong, she is the left elder of the Yinyang family, and her position in the sect is only below the head of the sect.

And Miao still remembers her.

Speaking of the acquaintance with Zihong, Miao can clearly recall all the details at that time, because for her, the day she met Zihong was really an embarrassing day.

Miao considers herself to be a very self-disciplined person. In terms of personal ability, she has never felt that she is stupid, but for a girl who does not have any female elders by her side, there are some things that cannot be achieved simply by being smart. Solved, for example - Guishui menarche.

Miao has read a lot of medical books. Although she can't be regarded as highly skilled in medicine, she still knows some basic knowledge of the human body. She knows that if she is born as a woman, she will definitely face Guishui when she reaches a certain age.

But she knew it in her heart, but it didn't mean she knew much about it. After all, her father had never mentioned this to her before, and Granny Wang and the others in Daoxiang Village hadn't had time to break up with her because she was still young. What I read from the book is only a half-knowledge, and I don't know what to do when I really encounter it.

Miao still remembers that she left the Star Palace that day and went to the dense forest to practice Yin-Yang Art alone. Although she felt a little unwell at the time, she didn't take it to heart. Fluffy.

Therefore, when she realized that something was wrong with her body in the middle of her exercise, her menstrual blood had gradually stained the hem of her skirt red.

She was frightened and didn't know how to react, although she realized immediately that she might have had menarche, but she didn't know how to solve it, and there were bursts of pain in her lower abdomen, which made her have no time to take care of other things.

It was at this time that Zi Rong appeared. She happened to be passing through the dense forest and smelled a bloody smell by accident. She followed the smell all the way to find it, but met Miao who was troubled by Guishui.

She took Miao back to her residence, not only prepared hot water for bathing, but also helped Miao change into clean clothes, and told her all the things that need to be paid attention to during Guishui.

Miao was in an extremely embarrassing situation at that time. The reason why she followed a strange woman was probably because she was panicked and had no choice but to wait for the problem to be solved, and her sanity gradually returned.

She doesn't like to have too much contact with people in the Yin Yang Palace, but because the other party helped her, she couldn't just walk away, so after she packed everything up that day, she thanked him solemnly. Back to the Star Palace.

It was also because of this incident that Miao knew that there was an Elder Zuo in Yinyang Palace, named Zihong, who had the same face for decades, but no one had ever seen her true face.

Miao has never seen it either, but she doesn't care much about it.In fact, she and Zihong met only once when they first met, and then she left Lishan, so naturally there would be no intersection between the two of them.

So this sudden meeting really surprised Miao, but even so, she did not let down her vigilance for the person in front of her because of the past.

After all, Yan's whereabouts are unknown now, and the other party's appearance in this courtyard full of phantom formations by such a coincidence, although she doesn't know the motive, has to make her feel alert.

Miao's face remained calm, showing nothing wrong, but Zihong seemed to have sensed something, distanced himself slightly from Miao, nodded slightly and said, "Long time no see, you've grown up."

Her face is very gentle, her tone is very gentle, and her attitude towards Miao is even more reserved with undisguised intimacy, which makes Miao feel puzzled, and can't help but have some inexplicable affection for her.

Miao nodded hesitantly and said, "Hello."

Seeing Miao's well-behaved appearance, Zihong seemed a little dazed, she quietly looked at the girl in front of her a few times, and her heart softened before she could distinguish her feelings at this time.

She took out a small jade porcelain bottle from her sleeve, and said in a gentle voice that she hadn't even noticed, "I was entrusted by someone to bring this to you... the way to enter this courtyard was also told by that person. I."

Miao took the porcelain bottle and sniffed it, only to smell a fresh fragrance wafting out of it, but it was the same taste as the decoction brewed by the man in white before, suddenly a little surprised: "This is..."

Zihong nodded, looked in the direction of the room, and explained: "It is the senior who said earlier that you have internal injuries, and he was afraid that one dose of medicine would not cure them, so he asked me to prepare some medicines for internal injuries. The pills are here, and I'll bring them to you so that the injury doesn't get worse."

Miao heard the words and lightly clenched the porcelain bottle in her hand, unable to tell whether she was moved or surprised.

She really didn't understand why the man in white treated her so well, was she a conspiracy, or did he really have some relationship with her?

What's more, could he be the father himself thousands of years ago... Miao felt a sudden in her heart, and subconsciously held her breath, thinking of the familiarity that the man in white gave her with his words and deeds, the more she thought about it, the more she felt it was possible.

However, will the father who was a thousand years ago really appear after a thousand years? If he is reincarnated, will he still remember her?

If the man in white is really his father and remembers who she is, why would he deny her... Thinking of this, Miao couldn't help but hesitate again, she was afraid that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

But even so, she still couldn't stop thinking in her heart, if the man in white is really her father, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance...

Miao was troubled in her heart, and her face was inevitably lost in thought, until a soft sigh sounded in her ear, she raised her head subconsciously, but saw Zihong looking at her with a hesitant expression on his face.

Miao blinked her eyes suspiciously, she couldn't understand Zihong's expression at this time, but she could feel her complex mood, perhaps mixed with an incomprehensible expectation.

"Miao...girl..." Zihong called softly, and there was a hint of kindness in those eyes covered by the tulle, "Did you live well these years outside?"

Miao was taken aback for a moment, apparently not expecting the other party to say this, she hesitated for a while, then Fang nodded and said, "I'm fine."

Zihong pursed her lips slightly, her face was a little complicated, but also a little relieved, "Now you look much happier than before..." She seemed to be a little emotional, but changed the subject: "Do you like Lishan? ?”

Miao thought for a while, then said calmly, "I don't hate it."

Zi Rong said softly: "Then if you want to stay in Lishan and become the next master of the Yin Yang family, would you... be willing?"

Miao frowned when she heard the words, and carefully observed Zihong's expression, but found that she didn't seem to be joking.So she shook her head and refused, "I can't be the head of the Yin Yang family... Besides, Xiao Yu is in the Valley of the Wicked, so I naturally want to be with him."

Although Mo Yu was the reason why she stayed in the Valley of the Evil, the reason for her refusal this time was indeed out of self-knowledge.

Miao's own weight is very clear to her. Although she likes to study Yin-Yang art, she has very little experience in dealing with people. She can't control the huge Yin-Yang family with her own strength alone.

Just like King Yifeng, the owner of the Valley of the Evil, being able to command the Valley of the Evil, which is known as the place where all evils gather, is not just a mere strength, it also has a lot to do with his grasp of people's hearts and his foresight and planning of the overall situation.

Moreover, the current head of the Yinyang family is Jiang Huaixu. As the elder of the Yinyang family, Zihong asked her an "outsider" about the succession of the head in private. She wanted to get through this catastrophe safely and help Mo Yu get rid of the curse on her body, but she didn't want to get involved in the intrigue inside the Yin Yang Palace.

For Miao's refusal, Zihong sighed slightly, and he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression suddenly became a little dazed, "Life is alive, and once you step on the path you choose, it is difficult to turn back. , even more so like a person who drinks water, knowing whether he is warm or not... But if you think about it, as long as you don't regret it, no one else can insist that you are wrong..."

"You..." Miao always felt that Zihong's words meant something, but the other party's obviously depressed mood made her not know how to speak.

Fortunately, Zi Rong's anomaly didn't last long, she closed her cuffs, her face returned to normal, and said: "The matter just mentioned is entirely out of Zi Rong's selfishness and has no other meaning, so don't worry about it, girl." Come on, after Mr. Mo comes out, I will personally send you off from Mount Li."

...Selfishness?

Miao froze for a moment, before she understood the meaning of Zihong's words, the smell of blood in the air made her frowned subconsciously.

Zi Rong naturally also noticed the increasingly strong smell of blood. She sniffed it carefully, and when she found that the smell of blood seemed to be coming from outside the jacaranda forest, her face became a little dignified.

She turned her head slightly to look at Miao, and said bluntly: "I don't know if there is a young master who pretends to be a disciple of this sect among the companions of the girl?"

Miao hesitated for a moment, then realized that the other party was talking about cigarettes, so she nodded and said, "Do you know where he is?"

Zihong said: "On the way here, I once saw him from a distance in the outermost Bagua forest. I saw that he was quite organized in his actions, and he didn't seem to be lost. At this moment, he must have escaped from the phantom formation. Another entrance to leave."

Having said that, she paused for a moment before continuing: "And the direction from which the bloody aura came from seems to coincide with the direction that young master left when he left. I don't know..."

Zihong didn't finish his sentence, but Miao understood what the other party meant.

She frowned and looked at the direction of the bloody smell, then looked at the room where Mo Yu was with some hesitation, pondered for a moment, and finally made a decision.

Zihong said, "Are you planning to go out and have a look?"

Miao said: "If it's really smoke, I can't let him have an accident in this Lishan Mountain."

During the years Miao was in the Valley of the Wicked, she lived in Gaefengji in the inner valley, and did not interact with many wicked people in the valley.

Even the other villains who are the same as Mo Yu's top ten villains, Mo Yu forbids her to associate with them. It can be said that she is in the Valley of the Villains, except for Mo Yu and Ding Ding, the only ones she is familiar with are the one who can't meet The legacy of the Valley Lord King who has met several times.

But the existence of smoke is different for her.

This person "Unquenchable Smoke" is in charge of all information exchanges in the Valley of the Wicked. In the Valley, he has always been a dragon but never shows his true colors to others. In fact, she is not very familiar with him.But it was this Yan who had little contact with her, who had helped her again and again in a place where Mo Yu in the valley could not see, and even took care of her in secret.

She didn't understand the reason why Yan did this, but it didn't prevent her from remembering how Yan helped her. Now if something happened to Yan, she couldn't just stand by and watch out of reason.

She just hopes that nothing will happen to Yan before she arrives...

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Facts have proved that of course nothing can happen to the eternal smoke in the Valley of the Wicked.

Although the bloody smell floating in the jacaranda forest before was indeed related to him, it was not he who was injured, but a group of women in red who suddenly appeared outside the bamboo forest.

At this time, in a sea of ​​green bamboos outside the jacaranda forest, a unilateral massacre was going on.

It is too much to say that it is a massacre, but because one side is too strong, and the other side is not strong enough to resist, even if one's own side has a large number of people, it still cannot stop the trend of decline.

The dagger in Yan's hand flashed coldly, and the ghostly figure disappeared in place, and then appeared suddenly in a bamboo shadow, and cut the throat of the last woman in red neatly.

He shook off the blood on the blade, passed through the corpses of many women in red on the ground without looking sideways, and walked towards a slightly tired figure in the bamboo forest step by step.

It was a very slender woman, who was half kneeling on the ground clutching an injured arm. The wound on her arm seemed to be deep, and the blood kept oozing through her fingers, falling drop by drop on the bamboo leaves. The ground is covered.

Yan put away the dagger, came to the woman, neatly tapped a few acupuncture points around her arm, and very smoothly took the handkerchief from the woman's waist, tore it into two pieces and began to bandage the wound on the woman's arm.

The woman's wound was affected by the movement of the cigarette, and cold sweat was already breaking out from the pain on her forehead, but she suppressed her silence until the cigarette was bandaged, and she breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "It's thanks to the help of the girl." , Tang Qingling thank you here, and if there is an opportunity in the future, I will repay the girl's great kindness."

This woman was none other than Tang Qingling who followed Tang Wujue into Lishan a few days ago, but was injured by Jiang Huaixu, the head of Yinyang Palace.

She had been rescued by Ji Xun, the elder of the Yin Yang Palace, and had been recuperating in Yunping Waterside Pavilion, but before her injuries healed, she ran into people from all walks of life who joined forces to attack Mount Li.

She was seriously injured by Jiang Huaixu's poisonous curse, knowing that she could not help Ji Xun and the others, so she stayed obediently in the water pavilion and did not go out casually to cause trouble for them.

But what Tang Qingling didn't expect was that when the disciples of the Yin Yang Palace in the Yunping Water Pavilion were all going to the outer mountain to support, a group of disciples in red clothes broke in.

These red-clothed believers obviously came prepared, not only walked out of the illusion barrier in Lishan Mountain, but also walked through the dense forest to the inside of Yinyang Palace, and happened to be bumped into by Tang Qingling by the Yunping Lake from afar.

Tang Qingling has always hated the Red Clothes Cultist because of her birth mother, so she was naturally angry when she saw these sneaky Red Clothes Cultists this time. Joining the association damaged the water pavilion, and thinking of Ji Xun's kindness to her, she disregarded her own injuries and took the initiative to show up to attract the attention of these red-clothed believers.

Originally, with Tang Qingling's lightness skill, it was not difficult to throw away a group of red-clothed disciples whose martial arts were inferior to hers, but the bad thing was that her injuries were not good at this time, and she was not very familiar with the terrain of Mount Li, so Soon he got lost in the numerous illusion formations, and got down near Bagua Forest by accident.

Tang Qingling stood up slowly, cupped his hands again towards Yan and said: "These red-clothed believers seem to have come prepared, and they must have companions around here at this moment. If the girl is a disciple of the Yin-Yang Palace, please go back and tell the disciples in the sect. Be on guard, these women have always been cunning, so don't fall for their ways."

On the way from Yunping Shuixie to Bagua Forest, although Tang Qingling didn't know the magic of Qimen and Five Elements, he could feel that there were many unpredictable formations in Lishan Mountain.

Regarding these formations, although she heard Tang Wujue mention them, she was still lost and couldn't tell the direction, but the red-clothed disciples chasing after her seemed to be very familiar with this place, and they kept holding on tightly. Chasing after her without the slightest sign of losing her way made her have to think a lot.

Tang Qingling over there was thinking about the conspiracy of the Red Clothes Sect, but Yan here seemed to be wandering away.

He was a little dazed at Tang Qingling's politeness and thanks at first, but then he remembered his appearance at this time, and couldn't help showing a shy smile to Tang Qingling, but he didn't speak.

It wasn't until Tang Qingling reminded him about the disciples in red that he responded with a standard smile: "Miss Tang has a heart, and I will report it to the head when I turn back. I think there are many traps in Lishan, and these women in red can't get rid of it." What storms." He didn't use his original voice to speak this time, but regained the gentleness that belonged to a woman, and his romantic posture was different from that of Zhong Li. Young girl.

Yan's disguise technique is very superb, even if you look at the whole Jianghu, there are only a handful of people who can match him.

Of course Tang Qingling didn't see through his disguise, she just felt that the smile of the scarlet-clothed woman in front of her seemed a little weird, and she always felt that something was wrong, but when she thought about it carefully, she felt that everything was normal.

Tang Qingling shook her head, stopped thinking about it, just looked at Yan and asked: "Dare to ask Miss, do you know how to leave this place, I don't know anything about illusion formations, if I want to leave here, I have to trouble Miss once more."

Yan smiled again, and said unabashedly: "To tell you the truth, I'm not familiar with this place, if I lead you around, I think we both will get lost."

Tang Qingling was startled, and then said in distress: "Then... what should I do now?"

Yan calmly glanced at the frosty red hairpin in Tang Qingling's hair, watching the gems on it shimmer in the sunlight.He seemed to be smiling more happily, and said in a soft voice: "I can't get out, so naturally someone can get out. If I'm right, someone who can take us out of here at this moment should appear soon."

Tang Qingling asked suspiciously, "Who is the girl referring to?"

Yan glanced at her, and said meaningfully: "This time, someone from the Valley of the Wicked has infiltrated here. As far as I know, Mr. Mo from the Valley of the Wicked is right in the middle of this bamboo forest, and Miss Jiang, who has been inseparable from him all this time... "

Yan didn't finish her sentence, but it was enough for Tang Qingling to react, only to hear her surprise: "You mean, Ah Miao is here?!"

"Ah……"

Yan smiled lightly, folded his hands on his chest and said, "I never thought that after ten years, you still care about this little sister so much, tsk...it's really rare." He loosened it again, folded his hands instead, and returned to a dignified and polite look.

Tang Qingling felt a little familiar with the playfulness in Yan Yan's tone, she was stunned for a while, and before she could say anything, she saw the face of the woman in scarlet clothes in front of her change, and suddenly raised a palm and hit her hard behind her .

Two very fierce vigor collided in mid-air, causing a considerable turbulence of airflow.

Yan protected Tang Qingling behind him, squinted his eyes and looked at the woman in red who suddenly appeared not far away, his lips curled up, and his face looked a little unkind.

Not far from Yan and Tang Qingling, there was a beautiful woman in red standing at some point.

She has a plump and graceful figure. At this moment, she is wrapped in a red dress full of exotic styles, which makes the whole person very dazzling, bright and unstoppable.

This woman is also a member of the Red Clothes Sect, but she is not an ordinary believer, but one of the six saintesses under Assassin's seat. The Persian name is Batira, and the Chinese name is Fufeng.

There was a decent smile on Fufeng's face, as if he couldn't see the corpses lying on the ground around him, he walked forward slowly a few steps, with a series of crisp jingling bells on his ankles, "Miss Pear, it's been a long time no see , I didn’t expect that after more than ten years, when I look at you now, I can still think of your appearance in the Holy Cult.”

She stopped ten feet away from the smoke, and then took a few glances at the body of the red-clothed disciple at her feet, and her voice gradually became cold and harsh: "Thanks to the blessing of Master An, the son of light, you and I can get together We met again in the Spike Army, and we were supposed to join hands to help Master An achieve great things, but for some reason, you were attracted to slaughter my disciples of the Holy Cult here!"

The smile on Fufeng's face had disappeared, but Yan suddenly laughed. He suppressed his throat, and his voice had become exactly the same as that of Zhongli himself, "My Yinyang family cooperates with the Spike Army, but each takes what they need, but this is not the same as Hong's." It has nothing to do with the education of clothes... The saint must not have forgotten what the head master said when he destroyed the Dihua Palace in the past, right?"

His eyes swept across the red-clothed corpse on the ground, a sneer appeared on his face, and he said: "You guys, since you dare to invade the Yinyang family's garrison blatantly, you should be prepared not to get out. But I don't know that Assassin is here Before sending you here, did you ever think about whether his saintess should be sent over to collect her body if he can't go back!"

Fufeng was furious when she heard the words, she clenched the long whip tied with chains behind her and was about to attack, but unexpectedly, just as she took a step, a sharp pain came from her feet, which made her frown uncontrollably.

She looked down, but there was a group of thorn organs buried under her feet at an unknown time, and they were grabbing her ankles. On her ankle, blood slid down the mechanism to the ground, staining the emerald green bamboo leaves on top.

Yan on the other side didn't let go of this excellent opportunity, he swung the dagger in his sleeve backhandedly, and ran to Fufeng, the speed was unbelievably fast, he raised his palm and hit Fufeng's heart, the wind in his palm was fierce, It can be seen that he has used [-]% of his strength, and it seems that he is determined to kill Fufeng.

Seeing this, Fufeng turned pale with fright, and swept away the mechanism at his feet with his palm, his soft body quickly retreated, narrowly dodging Yan's merciless palm, but unexpectedly, just as he was out of danger, a burst of pain suddenly came from his chest. The stinging pain made her suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fufeng might not understand what happened, but Tang Qingling, who watched the whole process, could see it clearly.

She glanced at Yan in shock, and murmured: "This is my Tang Sect's piercing needle, why do you...?"

Just now, Tang Qingling could see clearly from behind Yan. Although Fufeng dodged Yan's attack in time, he was not swept away by his sect leader. Unfortunately, Yan's intention in the first place was not to slap Fufeng. His real purpose , is to use the movement of the palm to hit the piercing needle hidden in the hand, so even if Fufeng successfully dodges Yan's palm, he can't avoid the piercing needle he secretly added.

Yan didn't seem to notice Tang Qingling's suspicious eyes. He just looked at Fufeng with a smile, and asked softly in Zhong Li's voice: "This holy woman who can't be named, I don't know how much I've done to you. How does it feel?"

Fufeng said angrily, "You're not Zhongli!"

Yan glanced at her lazily, and said in a shrill voice on purpose: "Look at what you said, when did my family admit that I was Zhongli, and not a saint? You started dating as soon as you came up, and you didn't clarify to my family. Chance."

Hearing this, Fufeng sneered suddenly, and let her inner breath rush all over her body, and then a red halo appeared on her body, and she only heard a muffled snort, and the three slender silver needles were forced by her internal force. out of the body.

While Fufeng secretly circulated his internal energy to heal his wounds, he stared at Yandao with an unfriendly expression: "I don't think Your Excellency's skills are like those of the Yin Yang Palace, but I don't know what you want to do pretending to be Zhong Li at this time?"

Yan Xingruo unintentionally glanced at the corpses on the ground around him, his voice had already returned to his usual softness, he glanced at Fu Feng with a smirk, and then said word by word: "Of course it's for... killing people."

"you--!"

The other party's obvious teasing attitude made Fufeng furious.

She forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart. On the one hand, she was watching Yan vigilantly to prevent him from suddenly attacking him. On the other hand, she began to look behind him, hoping to get some information from the people around him, but when she saw it clearly When looking at the woman standing behind the smoke, her pretty face couldn't help turning pale, as if she saw something terrible.

I saw Fufeng staring at Tang Qingling's face firmly, and couldn't help murmuring: "How could it be... Fu Wu... You are obviously dead... How is it possible..."

Yan's hearing is very good, and he heard all of Fufeng's whispers, but he just raised his eyebrows, looked carefully at Fufeng's tender cheeks, and the dagger in his hand suddenly stopped turning.

Without hesitation, he drew out the blade and stabbed at Fufeng. When Fufeng reacted and held the scimitar against him, he attacked Fufeng's lower body with lightning speed, and the other one shone with a poisonous green light. His hand hit several large acupuncture points all over Fufeng's body.

Fufeng was unprepared, and was hit by Yan's peacock feather, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell hard on the stone wall beside her. She was just about to get up, but found that the meridians were blocked when they were running. Thinking about it carefully, he seemed to understand something, and said in a hateful voice: "You actually poisoned me! When is it? The silver needle just now is obviously not..."

Yan sneered and interrupted: "Of course the silver needles are not poisonous, but the fact that the needles are not poisonous doesn't mean I'm not poisonous."