That's what villains are like

Chapter 91 The routine has won the hearts of the people since ancient times, the pot of heart-eating disease is really easy to use

"The breath on her body is a bit disordered, and it seems that she has encountered a lot of trouble."

Jiang Lan stood on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering, and his face was as rich as jade. With his hands behind his back, he looked at Ling Zhuyun not far away.

After noticing that her breath was unwell, he immediately showed a warm and bright smile.

Then he swiped lightly with his finger on his back, and the originally quiet ground suddenly rumbled and trembled, the earth veins buzzed, the energy fluttered, and the bloody streams of light quickly disappeared in the earth veins.

After doing all this, his figure disappeared here.

Not far away is Ling Zhuyun, dressed in a white dress as pure as snow, holy and dusty, on her jade face covered by a light veil, she has a cool and calm expression, her eyes are calm.

The blue hair was like a waterfall, pouring down freely, until it reached the waist.

A hosta that was inserted obliquely before also accidentally fell off when fighting against the enemy.

She doesn't have time to look for it now. In the depths of her seemingly calm eyes, it's hard to hide a trace of fatigue.

Back and forth, a total of two waves of enemies were encountered.

Even she felt a little strenuous, but there was no peaceful area to rest at the moment, so she needed to be on guard all the time.

In her jade hand, she held a pearl that was as crystal clear as jade, and the soft light spread out, dispelling the thick purple mist and illuminating the way forward for her.

Chi, Chi, Chi...

Suddenly, sensing something, Ling Zhuyun's calm eyes suddenly froze.

The pearl in her jade hand was put away in an instant, and she raised her slender fingers forward, and a streamer of emerald green light flew out. It was a bracelet wrapped in misty light, and it was smashed forward with a bang. go.

A mountain rock as high as several people suddenly shattered, and several streams of blood, accompanied by a sneer of the wind, rushed towards her.

Those were several human flags shrouded in blood-colored mist. They were strange and eerie, with wisps of black mist swirling and transpiring around, as if some living beings were howling.

The human face in the middle stared at her with vicious eyes, as if wanting to devour her flesh and blood and suck her blood.

"It's these things again..."

Ling Zhuyun's face was covered with frost, and her white jade hands were shrouded in rays of light. She slapped forward, the tyrannical mana flowed like a long river, and the mountains and rocks trembled, rumbling and trembling like waves crashing on the shore.

Her slender and well-proportioned body is also moving forward, and the straight jade legs between the skirts are shining with a white luster, sweeping towards the air, and knocking away the flying human flags far away.

At this moment, she has given up her previous holy aura, her brows are indifferent, like a real fairy with a jade face, fierce and powerful.

puff...

In the void, there is a blood-colored mist that fills the air, emitting a burning breath.

One of the human flags let out a scream and was hit by Ling Zhuyun's palm.

The rays of light rushed from her body, and a bright moon rose in the palm of her hand. It was beautiful and holy, but it contained the ultimate murderous intent.

These people came quickly, but also disappeared very quickly. At this moment, they all turned into bloody streamers and fled into the mist.

Ling Zhuyun originally wanted to chase after it and destroy it completely, but seeing the situation, she could only bear it and give up.

Don't chase after the poor, especially at this time.

She suspected that someone was manipulating these people's banners, and every time she rushed out when her mind was slack, she wanted to devour her blood.

Along the way, she has encountered such attacks and killings several times.

And these human flags can escape into the ground at any time, and disappear in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for her strong spiritual sense and amazing perception, it might not be easy to deal with it.

She guessed that many monks and souls might have already been enlightened.

Asked about the younger brother of Han Yiming, a true disciple of the ancient sect, who died tragically under the banner of this kind of person.

Ling Zhuyun restrained her mind and took a slight breath, feeling that the injury was touched again.

"No, I have to find a safe place and recover first, otherwise it will be difficult for me to deal with these people after killing them again."

"The person behind this is probably also thinking about it. He wants to take this opportunity to consume my strength and kill me in one fell swoop when I am exhausted."

Ling Zhuyun's heart sank slightly, she left the Yaochi Sect's large army, and came alone to look for the missing junior sisters.

But it's a pity that no one was found. It's been so long. If they had no other means of saving their lives, they would have died here.

"I've tried my best, I'm sorry for the junior sisters..."

She was silent for a while, and then sensed the direction in which Zhenjun Zixia's cave was born, and chose to go in another direction to avoid running into those who were vying for the opportunity.

She had to find a place where no one would disturb her and she could rest and recover in peace.

After a cup of tea.

Ling Zhuyun came to a place where cliffs meet, and there was a sound of clear spring flowing in front of her. It seemed that a mountain spring passed by here and converged into a small stream.

"This place should have caves or cliff crevices..."

Ling Zhuyun was about to leave, but she sensed a rush of energy and the roar of a mountain spirit not far away. She was slightly taken aback, hesitated, and decided to take a look. If she could help, then she would.

But after walking over and seeing the scene clearly, Ling Zhuyun was stunned again.

The cold and calm eyes widened slightly, very surprised.

A figure that she never thought of appeared here.

"Jiang Lan..."

"Why did he appear here? I thought he was with all his subordinates."

"It seems that he has suffered a lot of injuries."

In the slow stream shrouded in purple mist, Jiang Lan's robe was torn, and there were scratches on his face and arms, making him look quite embarrassed.

The usually spotless robes are now stained with dirt and blood, and the long hair that was originally bundled up is also loose, where they are constantly avoiding the attacks of mountain elves and wild monsters.

On him, a jade pendant glowed faintly, forming a shield like a barrier, protecting his whole body.

And in his hand, he was holding a lot of shining talisman jade stones, throwing one or two out from time to time.

Lightning flashed and flames gushed out, smashing the mountain spirits and wild monsters together until they screamed again and again, but it also aroused their ferocity, their eyes became more scarlet and cruel, wandering around, ready to charge up at any time.

"These talismans are in his hands, and they can't even exert [-]% of their power."

"If it is exhausted, I am afraid that I will die here and become the rations of these mountain spirits and wild monsters."

Seeing this scene, Ling Zhuyun's mood was slightly complicated. Although she didn't have a good impression of Jiang Lan, it was impossible for her to die, not to mention that she drank his spirit tea at the tea making meeting before.

Because of Ye Ming, she also helped him cover, bluntly saying that Ye Ming stayed with her on the day Jiang Lan was assassinated.

If you are emotional and reasonable, you will be saved.

Chi, Chi, Chi...

Thinking up to this point, Ling Zhuyun raised her palm and shot out a stream of sword energy.

The mountain elves and wild monsters gathered together suddenly let out a scream, and under the impact of the sword energy, they turned into spirit energy and exploded instantly.

Jiang Lan seemed completely unaware that someone would come to rescue him, with a bit of astonishment on his face, after he realized it, he looked in the direction where the sword energy was flying.

"Young Master Jiang..."

Ling Zhuyun, who was wearing a long snow-white dress, came forward and spoke up.

"Saint of Bamboo Rhyme?"

"why you?"

Jiang Lan narrowed her eyes, as if she was surprised that she would appear here.

Ling Zhuyun didn't mean to explain, and asked bluntly, "Young Master Jiang, why are you separated from all your subordinates and still appear here?"

She thought it was Chu Chan, Jiang Lan and others who were separated.

Unexpectedly, even Jiang Lan was separated from his subordinates and appeared here alone.

If she hadn't happened to meet her, Jiang Lan might have died here.

Hearing Ling Zhuyun's words, Jiang Lan's face seemed a little uneasy.

"Thank you, Saintess Zhuyun, for your rescue. Afterwards, I will send someone to thank you with a great gift."

He breathed a sigh of relief, regardless of the beautiful woman in front of him, he found a piece of bluestone in the slow stream, sat down without restraint, washed the wound on his body, took out the elixir, swallowed it, and relieved the wound.

"As for why I appear here, it's a long story."

"When Zixia Zhenjun Dongfu was born, purple mist hit the scene, and the scene was in chaos. At that time, I didn't know who it was, and grabbed me. When I recovered, I was thrown into a mess The place."

"The back is naturally what you saw. These mountain spirits and wild monsters deceived me that I was powerless, and joined forces to besiege me..."

Jiang Lan explained casually, with a calm expression on her face, as if she didn't feel ashamed about mentioning such things.

Anyway, he has no cultivation and no strength to restrain a chicken, so it is normal for him to be bullied like this.

Ling Zhuyun was a little astonished, she didn't expect it to be because of this.

"Master Jiang, do you know who took you away?"

After a long silence, she opened her red lips and asked softly.

After sorting it out like this, she actually had a rough guess.

As the son of Xiangguo's mansion, Jiang Lan has many life-saving things on her body.

At that time, although the person who shot him could take advantage of the chaos and take him away, it was not so easy to kill him, and it would take a lot of time instead.

Anyway, after Jiang Lan and his men were separated and separated, without protection, in this place today, they were left to fend for themselves, and they couldn't live for long, and they would die in various dangers in the end.

Even if the Xiangguo government retaliated afterwards, they could not find a target for revenge.

This is a seamless strategy, but it's a pity that she encountered it...

"I didn't see it clearly, presumably that guy didn't dare to let me see it clearly."

Jiang Lan shook her head, then looked at her, and said, "Could it be that Saintess Zhu Yun knows who is harming me?"

Ling Zhuyun didn't look directly at him, but shook her head and said, "Even Mr. Jiang, you couldn't see clearly, how could I guess it."

In fact, she had some guesses in her heart, but it was difficult to say them out.

Alone, there is such a method of surreptitiousness, and he has a grudge with Jiang Lan, and wants to harm him.

Apart from Ye Ming, there is probably no one else...

But she was just guessing, without evidence.

If it is found out afterwards that it was Ye Ming, the Xiangguo Mansion will definitely retaliate with all its strength.

"Right."

"Anyway, there are quite a few people who want to kill me. In this place, trying to find the murderer is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack."

"Things are a bit difficult."

Jiang Lan nodded and smiled approvingly.

Ling Zhuyun didn't expect him to be so calm and composed. Shouldn't he feel anger and resentment when encountering such a thing?
Could it be that he has encountered this kind of thing too much, and he has become accustomed to it?

"Saint Bamboo Rhythm didn't compete for Zhenjun Zixia's chance inheritance, why did she come to this kind of place instead? Could it be that she was separated from Yaochi Sect?"

After Jiang Lan washed off the dirt and blood on her body, she asked casually.

Ling Zhuyun's eyes were a little sad, and she said, "A few junior sisters are missing, I came to look for them alone, but judging from the current situation, they may have already encountered something unexpected..."

Jiang Lan glanced at her and sighed slightly, "The disciples of the Immortal Sect who came to Zixia Mountain this time are all the targets of the Blood Immortal Sect, and many people from the Blood Immortal Sect have mixed in here. If those junior sisters in the school got separated, they might have been killed by the people of the Blood Immortal Sect."

"Now the Blood Immortal Sect is becoming more and more rampant and unscrupulous. Even I have been assassinated by it many times."

"Saint Bamboo Rhythm, although you have great strength and profound cultivation, you'd better be careful. The people of the Blood Immortal Sect can be described as pervasive and hard to defend against."

Ling Zhuyun looked at him in a daze.

It was the first time she saw Jiang Lan's serious expression, which was completely different from the casual and frivolous expression she had seen before.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for the information. I will be careful." Ling Zhuyun replied softly.

Jiang Lan seemed to know that she didn't care, so she didn't bother to say anything, got up and planned to leave here.

Ling Zhuyun took a few steps forward and said, "Young Master Jiang..."

"What's the matter?"

"What did you mean by the words you said to me at the tea making meeting that day?"

"Besides, since I came to Zixia Mountain, I feel that every sentence you said to me seems to be full of deep meaning, but forgive me for being dull and unable to figure it out." Ling Zhuyun frowned and asked.

Hearing this, Jiang Lan stopped and looked back at her with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

After a while, he smiled and said, "At this time, you don't have to hide it, Saintess of Zhuyun, and pretend to be confused."

"Do you really not know the meaning of my words, or are you pretending not to know?"

"Whether Brother Ye next to you is the one who assassinated me in Zuixianju that day, you must know better than me."

These words made Ling Zhuyun startled, her beautiful eyes widened slightly.

Under the veil, Yu Rong showed an unnatural expression, and then subconsciously bit the corner of her lips.

She never expected that Jiang Lan would suddenly say this directly.

After reacting, she felt an inexplicable panic in her heart, a kind of shame and uneasiness that a lie would be found out on the spot.

She is obviously a saintly woman of the Yaochi sect who is holy and transcendent, everyone respects and admires her, and represents the face of the Yaochi sect, but she made an exception and lied because of a man...

Once this kind of thing gets out, it will have a big impact on her and on the prestige of Yaochi Sect.

So much so that, because of her actions, the entire Yaochi Sect might be ashamed.

"Jiang... Mr. Jiang..."

Ling Zhuyun didn't even notice that her state of mind had changed at the moment, and her tone became obviously unnatural.

"It seems that you know the identity of that person, Saintess of Zhuyun, but you insisted on taking sides and covering him at the tea making meeting that day."

"Until now, you still want to pretend to be confused in front of me, saying that you don't understand what I said."

"It's really interesting, do you think I'm stupid? Or something else?"

Jiang Lan smiled, as if she didn't see the forced composure on her face.

Ling Zhuyun took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She was about to speak, to explain.

Jiang Lan waved her hand, interrupted her, and said, "Although the Saintess Zhu Yun is the prospective saint of the Yaochi Sect, she is also a human being, with human nature, seven emotions and six desires, which are also normal. Young admirers, young girls Huaichun, I can understand, but your lover may not trust you as much as you do."

"I've kindly advised you a few words, if you listen or not, it's none of my business."

"Love?"

Ling Zhuyun's beautiful eyes were slightly taken aback, and she wanted to explain subconsciously that she and Ye Ming were not in that kind of relationship at all.

The relationship between the two of them can only be said to be a gentle friendship like water, and she can only appreciate it.

He would cover him at the tea making meeting, also because Ye Ming assassinated Jiang Lan, and it was because he wanted to help rescue Chu Chan, who was a disciple of Yaochi Sect.

It's just that it's useless to explain these things at the moment. She really lied to deceive Jiang Lan and everyone that day.

"How did Mr. Jiang know his identity?" She asked back, admitting that she knew about Ye Ming's assassination of Jiang Lan.

"It's not that I know, it's just that at the tea making meeting that day, Meng Ning told me that his aura is very suspicious, it seems to be the person who assassinated me in Zuixianju..."

Jiang Lan said casually, anyway, Li Mengning is not here, so it's okay to say that she noticed it.

"Meng Ning?"

Ling Zhuyun was taken aback for a moment, and then came to her senses.

What Jiang Lan was talking about should be Li Mengning, the quasi-saint of the Taiyi Sect.

That is a terrible woman, even she is not sure of winning.

"So she has been by Mr. Jiang's side all the time? No wonder I always have a strange feeling along the way..."

Ling Zhuyun suddenly realized that Li Mengning's cultivation was advanced, and she might have some kind of talent, so it was normal to be able to detect the abnormality in Ye Ming.

Then, she felt a little guilty.

At the tea making meeting that day, Jiang Lan knew she had lied, but she didn't expose it directly, giving her face.

If he insists on sending someone to attack Ye Ming, I'm afraid Ye Ming will really reveal his identity, and even she will be implicated, and the Yaochi Sect may become the laughing stock of all the immortal sects.

When her mood was complicated, Jiang Lan's words sounded again,

"Don't worry, for the sake of the Holy Maiden of Zhuyun, you saved me just now, I will keep it a secret for you when you lied to me, and you don't have to worry, I will tell others."

"But in the future, I want to kill that Ye, so just don't stop me."

"He is not as simple as you think. The Lin Fan who assassinated me in Yuyi City that day is a member of the Blood Immortal Cult. He is young and extremely powerful. Even Uncle Ying, who is under my command at the sixth level, can't stop him. "

"I don't know the origin of that surname Ye, but when he was in Zuixianju, he was able to escape safely under the noses of all the strong men. The method is not simple..."

Although his tone was casual, he seemed very serious.

"Young Master Jiang is suspicious. Brother Ye, is he a member of the Blood Immortal Sect?" Ling Zhuyun asked.

At this moment, she finally understood why Jiang Lan insisted on asking her to search Ye Ming's Sumijie in person before the village.

But she still didn't believe that Ye Ming would have anything to do with the Blood Immortal Sect.

"If I'm the only one who doubts, then maybe I'm wrong. What if everyone doubts? Why does the Bamboo Rhythm Lady want to deceive herself?"

"A lot of people from the Blood Immortal Cult have been mixed into this Zixia Mountain, they are acting on their own emotions, and they don't know how they will die when the time comes," Jiang Lan said.

Ling Zhuyun was silent, speechless, she actually knew that there were people from the Blood Immortal Sect mixed in here.

She encountered her enemies twice, the first time was a disciple of the Underworld Sect, and the second time was a member of the Blood Immortal Sect.

Although all the enemies were beheaded by her sword, she was also wounded.

At this time, Ling Zhuyun's delicate body suddenly trembled slightly, and the injury that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly broke out.

A streak of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the veil on his face with blood.

Jiang Lan seemed to look at her in surprise.

Ling Zhuyun's eyes were blurred, her body swayed, and then she closed her eyes lightly.

"Saint of Bamboo Rhyme?"

"Don't die, who will protect me when you die..."

Before she fell into a coma, she felt that she was caught by Jiang Lan, but his words made her tightly clenched her hands subconsciously.

……

When Ling Zhuyun woke up again, she found that she was in a wet natural cave, and water droplets could be seen dripping from above her head.

There are some dry branches not far away, and firewood is lit.

Although the purple mist was still thick outside, the sky had clearly dimmed and it was already night.

A stone stream flows through the cave, making the sound of splashing water, and the breath is slightly cold.

Under her body were some dry and fluffy pine needles, covered with a slightly torn moon-white robe, which did not allow her to come into direct contact with the pine needles.

"..."

Ling Zhuyun pursed her lips lightly, looking at this scene that seemed a bit careful, she felt a little dazed, and even more at a loss.

She could tell that this was obviously the robe that Jiang Lan was wearing before, and it was damaged in some places.

But where is he now?
When the slightly cold wind blew, Ling Zhuyun felt a little cool on her face. She stretched out her hand to touch her smooth and flawless face, only to realize that the veil on her face was gone.

She was stunned, her eyes fell, and she saw a veil on a stalactite not far away. It seemed that it had been washed because of blood staining, and it was being baked by a bonfire.

Ling Zhuyun was in a daze for a moment, thinking of all the rumors about Jiang Lan, when she was unconscious, he probably didn't do anything to her.

Right now, the dress is intact, the blue hair is smooth, and there is nothing unusual about her body.

Even the blood-stained veil was washed and put aside to dry to dry, and his own robe was carefully spread on the withered grass.

I really have a deep prejudice against him.

"woke up?"

"It's fine if you wake up, if you don't wake up, if any mountain spirits and wild monsters come to kill us, both of us will become their rations."

At this time, the sound of footsteps came from the mouth of the cave.

Jiang Lan came, wearing only an undershirt, holding a simple wooden harpoon with a sharpened end, and a few fish that were still jumping around on a string.

Karst caves, grilled fish, lonely men and widows, plus healing, these factors are all together, and there is still no saint.

In fact, Jiang Lan didn't want to play routines, but found that this method was the best way to get luck.

The world is going downhill, and only routines can win the hearts of the people.

Ling Zhuyun half sat up, her slender and straight jade legs were covered under the hem of her skirt.

Even in a dim environment, it is dazzlingly white, as if shimmering with a white luster.

She stared at Jiang Lan in a daze, she didn't seem to have thought that Jiang Lan, who has always been rich and extravagant, would have a day of fishing with a wooden fork and trousers and sleeves rolled up.

This contrast made her stunned for a while.

"If I had known you were going to wake up, I wouldn't have wasted time, and I would have gone to catch these fish myself."

Jiang Lan walked over, threw the homemade harpoon on the ground, took out the fish, washed it with stream water, and roasted it on the bonfire.

"I have some bigu pills here. If Mr. Jiang is hungry, you can swallow a few."

Ling Zhuyun thought for a while, then stretched out her jade hand, and a small white porcelain bottle appeared.

Jiang Lan glanced at her sideways, but didn't take it, but said, "Anyway, the fish is also caught, so Bigu Pill is no longer needed."

Although Ling Zhuyun had already seen her real face when she was in a coma just now, but now she has a closer look.

Peerless beauty, exquisite and flawless, as if it is the most perfect work of art in the sky.

The eyelashes are very long, the eyebrows are emerald green, and the eyes are full of water mist, like a mountain elf, with a kind of fairy charm.

This kind of beauty even gives people an unreal feeling, as if it shouldn't exist in this world.

"The Saintess of Bamboo Rhythm is indeed a beautiful woman in the city, which is rare in the world."

Jiang Lan gave a heartfelt admiration, her gaze was upright and careful, as if appreciating a beautiful picture scroll.

Ling Zhuyun couldn't bear his gaze, she moved her face away, took another light gauze from the Sumeru Ring, and put it on again, only then did she feel her mood calmed down a little.

"The Yaochi sect probably didn't take off the veil, so they have to marry you. Just now, seeing you in a coma, they took off the veil and stuffed a few pills in fear that you would die."

Jiang Lan turned her head away, concentrated on grilling the fish, and asked casually.

"No." Ling Zhuyun shook her head gently.

Jiang Lan seemed to sigh with some regret.

Ling Zhuyun looked at him and said, "Young Master Jiang, don't think about such good things."

Jiang Lan smiled.

This kind of routine of the protagonist who has tried all kinds of things is not suitable for him.

It seems that she can't eat this grilled fish.

Seeing Jiang Lan ignoring her, Ling Zhuyun calmed down and began to sit cross-legged to recuperate her injuries and recover.

After a while, a tempting fragrance came.

Ling Zhuyun opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Lan, but saw that he was gnawing on the fish meat on his own, without paying attention to her gaze at all.

"Saint Bamboo Rhythm, don't think about such a good thing as eating fish. I have done my best to save you, and I even put your robe on for you." Jiang Lan ate it all after a few mouthfuls, and didn't leave one for her.

"How did Mr. Jiang become so childish..."

Ling Zhuyun stretched out her slender fingers and rubbed her brows.

"It's not naive, it's called one size fits all."

Ordinary routines can't get good impressions, so Jiang Lan naturally doesn't expect a few grilled fish to do, wouldn't it be good to keep them for himself?

If routine one doesn’t work, then change to routine two.

Ling Zhuyun looked at him, a little helpless, and felt funny in her heart.

The dignified son of Xiangguo's mansion, at this time, is he so stingy?Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you spread the word?

"Young Master Jiang, don't be angry. The saintesses of the Yaochi Sect in the past will all succeed to the position of suzerain and will not marry." She said.

Jiang Lan said leisurely, "Saint Zhu Yun said so, do you want me to force Yaochi Sect to make an exception and change the rules?"

Ling Zhuyun looked at him, knowing that his words were deliberately teasing her, the corners of her mouth under the veil curled up, and she stopped answering.

She felt that she knew Jiang Lan a little bit.

Although the rumors are unbearable, he is indeed not a treacherous and evil person.

"I need to recuperate from my injuries. After I recover, I will take Mr. Jiang out of here and join your subordinates." Ling Zhuyun said.

Jiang Lan nodded and said, "No problem, then I will protect you."

Ling Zhuyun nodded slightly, and didn't expect Jiang Lan, who had no cultivation base, to help her protect the law, but right now she could only rely on him.

Seeing that Ling Zhuyun was immersed in her mind, she began to recover from her injuries with peace of mind.

Wisps of heaven and earth spiritual energy began to gather around her, turning into a spiritual vortex.

Jiang Lan was walking around slowly, while estimating Ling Zhuyun's current state.

He encountered several powerful enemies one after another, and when he was holding on, he was attacked by his control formation, causing more injuries.

It is not easy to suppress the injury after swallowing the elixir.

Just relying on the speed of recovery in front of him, it would take a cup of tea at the fastest.

"No hurry, wait for a critical moment, now is not the time."

Jiang Lan's mind was immersed in the earth's veins, so as to sense the movement and movement in Zhenjun Zixia's cave.

……

With the birth of Zixia Zhenjun's cave, the secret realm opened wide, and a large number of monks and souls poured into it.

Taoist Zixia suppressed his cultivation, and rushed to the central area of ​​the secret realm at the fastest speed, where the mountains were majestic, and a magnificent and simple building complex could be seen faintly.

This is not like a so-called cave, but a dojo, the place where Zhenjun Zixia once preached and taught the Dharma. At this moment, streams of light erupted from the building complex.

The rushing monks all rushed towards it, but there was a faint coercion in the towering mountains, and the closer they got to it, the heavier the coercion.

Many people noticed it at the first time, and used it to stimulate their own flesh and blood to fight against it.

"This is the test left by Zixia Zhenjun..."

"Only by passing the test can you go to his dojo and accept the inheritance."

"Ahead is Zhenjun Zixia's dojo, and I have seen many magic weapons flying out."

Many young people are excited. Since it is a test, they must pay attention to many aspects such as talent and character, and strength and cultivation may not be so important.

And the older generation of monks who suppressed their cultivation to come in had an ugly face, knowing that this test was not good for them.

Ye Ming was among the crowd at the front, he knew early on that there was a test here.

Therefore, he stimulated and stimulated his own energy and blood for the first time in order to counteract the coercion, and the figure quickly left like a streamer.

The same is true for the rest of the younger generation, streams of light rushed to the majestic dojo in front, and then quickly rummaged through those buildings and pavilions, like locusts passing through.

Although a long time has passed, there are still no traces of vicissitudes here.

Some of the younger generation were pleasantly surprised to find the sealed pills in the pill room. When the jar was opened, the pills smelled like freshly baked pills.

In the rest of the pavilions and palaces, some people found the jade slips, and some people saw the ancient books and inscriptions...

All of a sudden, the great battle resumed, and among the buildings and pavilions, a group of monks began to fight for some medicinal instruments.

In the mountains, someone found a medicine field full of rare and ancient elixir, and wanted to pick it, but was soon terrified.

A golden-haired lion king with blue eyes rushed out of it, opened his bloody mouth and roared loudly, as if the mountains were about to be shattered, this is a tyrannical demon king.

Obviously this place can only accommodate five-level monks to enter, but there is a demon king with six-level strength.

Many monks began to panic and run around.

In the rest of the pavilions, someone accidentally triggered the formation, and was directly crushed into a blood mist by a wisp of breath.

In addition, there are also demon kings in charge of guarding the rest of the area, and the weakest ones are all at the sixth level.

"Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with what Junior Sister Chu Chan said, and there is not so much trouble going this way."

On the other side, the people of the Yaochi Sect followed Chu Chan to this place, and saw that she skillfully avoided the monks outside and went all the way to the depths of the dojo without any danger.

Everyone in the Chen family was also excited, and Chen Ningqiao's face was even more excited because of this, and a tidal color appeared on her face, her jade hands were tightly clenched, and she was very nervous.

Zhao Dieyi and other Yaochi Sect disciples were amazed in their hearts, and believed the words that Chu Chan's ancestor had a relationship with Zixia Zhenjun.

Judging from her familiarity with this place, it was obviously her first time here, but it made people feel that she had been here many times.

"Zhenjun Zixia's real cave is actually deep in the dojo, and the pavilions and palaces outside are the places where his disciples and grandchildren practice."

"There should be a hidden weapon hall not far ahead, it is the temple where Zhenjun Zixia treasures some weapons, but there is a mechanism formation, it will take a while to decipher..."

Chu Chan explained, leading the way ahead, and quickly passed through several corridors to a side hall.

"Junior Sister, don't worry, as long as you can crack the formation, don't say that the previous grievances will be wiped out, even if you come to my Chen family in the future, the entire Chen family will treat you as a guest."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ning patted her chest to assure her.

The rest of the monks were desperately fighting elsewhere, but with Chu Chan's help, they came here unimpeded, and they will also open the temple where Zhenjun Zixia displays weapons. How could this not make her secretly happy and excited.

After getting the good fortune here, let Chu Chan make a Dao heart oath, and then plant a slave mark, so what if she is allowed to live?

"Thank you, Sister."

Chu Chan was about to walk forward with a smile on her face.

There was sudden movement not far away. A thin-looking man rushed over and then froze, as if he didn't expect to meet other people here.

"It's the formation master surnamed Ye next to the saint."

Zhao Dieyi and other disciples of Yaochi Sect recognized this person as Ye Ming, who was walking with him before.

"Where is the Bamboo Rhyme Maiden?"

Ye Ming was also pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect to meet a group of female disciples of Yaochi Sect. Their speed was even faster than him, and they came here first.

But he looked around, but couldn't see Ling Zhuyun's figure.

"The saint is separated from us, not together..." A female disciple explained.

Ye Ming was disappointed, but seeing that they were here, he could only change direction and quickly headed elsewhere without asking how they got in.

When fighting for a magic weapon just now, he had a conflict with a purple-robed old man, and now the other party has chased him.

"This person is so fast, there must be a big secret hidden in him."

Chu Chan looked at the direction Ye Ming was leaving, and didn't care too much. After finally attracting Chen Ning and others to this place, her top priority was revenge.

At the moment, she took the initiative to walk towards the palace ahead, but she was recalling the formation records here in her mind.

But not long after Ye Ming left, a tyrannical aura appeared, and an old Taoist with an ugly face and indifferent eyes rushed over. It was Taoist Zixia.

"You know the man just now, what's his name? Which faction's disciple is he?"

He stared at the disciples of Yaochi Sect, and asked in a cold voice.

"Report to Senior..."

"We don't know him very well, we only know that his surname is Ye, and he is a casual cultivator." Several disciples suddenly turned pale with fright, and replied tremblingly.

"Your surname Ye, how dare you spoil the old man's good deeds."

Taoist Zixia looked ugly, and without wasting time, he chased after Ye Ming in the direction where Ye Ming disappeared.

When the guy was fighting with him for the magic weapon just now, he felt that something was wrong with the other party. He could see through the formation here, and used it to help him resist the rest of the monks.

This is very similar to the method of the guy who manipulated the formation he left behind and occupied the dove's nest outside the secret realm.

……

On the other side, in the cave.

"Are you sure you want to carry me? Don't you mind if a man and a woman kiss or not?" Jiang Lan asked.

At this moment, he was lying on the place where Ling Zhuyun woke up.

It's just that the blood on his face was completely gone, and he looked like he had recovered from a serious illness after the "heart-eating disease" attack, and he seemed unable to stand up.

"Continuing to delay is not an option."

"In the cave where Zhenjun Zixia stayed, is there any wonder in the world that can cure your physical illness, isn't it?" Ling Zhuyun looked at him with complicated eyes.

Just now, it was a critical time for her to recover from her injuries.

Outside the cave, several blood-colored streamers flew over suddenly, and the human flag that disappeared before disappeared again.

Although she sensed the danger, she couldn't be distracted because she was at the critical moment of healing and recovery with the exercises, otherwise the qi and blood would flow turbulently, and there was a risk of going crazy, and she couldn't warn Jiang Lan aloud.

So she could only watch those human flags flying towards them wrapped in blood and mist.

Fortunately, Jiang Lan noticed the abnormality in time, and immediately sacrificed his life-saving jade pendant, which turned into a barrier, resisting the attack of those human flags.

He was out of danger, but those few faces turned towards her and targeted her.

Ling Zhuyun was anxious, her Qi and blood flowed backwards, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with blood.

Jiang Lan, who has the life-saving jade pendant, although her life is safe for the time being, but seeing this scene, she can only disregard her own safety and rush to Ling Zhuyun to protect her.

It's a pity that the barrier range of the life-saving jade pendant can only protect one person.

In order to delay Ling Zhuyun's recovery time, Jiang Lan could only put the life-saving jade pendant on her body, relying on the talisman on her body, to attract the hatred of those few people as much as possible.

So the end result was that the last few people's flags swarmed up, he was thrown to the ground, and his blood was quickly drawn away.

Ling Zhuyun had to withdraw her efforts ahead of time. Although she suffered backlash, she survived the most critical moment and was able to recuperate and recover afterwards.

After she quickly dealt with those human flags, she hurried forward to check on Jiang Lan's injuries, and then stuffed him with a lot of great tonic pills.

Thus, Jiang Lan's "heart-eating disease" broke out.

Rao Ling Zhuyun was in a calm state of mind and had experienced many storms, but she was also shocked by that scene, her jade face turned pale, and it took a long time for her mood to recover.

She then used mana to help Jiang Lan sort out his meridians, dissipate the power of the medicine, and let him wake up early.

During this process, she also had no choice but to notice some abnormalities in Jiang Lan's body and know some of his "secrets".

Being well-informed, she naturally knows the existence of "heart-eating disease".

Therefore, this is the scene that happened after Jiang Lan "woke up".

When I was in Yuyi City before, "Heart-eating disease" had an unexpected attack, and was met by Su Qinghan, and then his attitude improved and his views changed.

Jiang Lan understood this method, and it was very useful for women.

So he found an opportunity today, and repeated the same trick, choosing a good time for the right time, place and people.

The result did not disappoint him, Jiang Lan only wanted to say two words, that's it.

"The Saintess of Bamboo Rhyme is really smart."

Jiang Lan tried to sit up, but she seemed to be weak all over, and her face turned pale from the pain.

Seeing this, Ling Zhuyun stepped forward to support him, her eyes were still complicated, and she also had some emotions that she didn't have before.

"Heart-eating disease is indeed rare, but I didn't expect that, as Mr. Jiang, you would not be able to cure it. Before, I had too many prejudices brought by my preconceived ideas." She said softly.

Jiang Lan said casually, "There are ways, but I just don't want to."

"I will keep this secret for Mr. Jiang." Ling Zhuyun said.

"You don't have to pity me, I won't help you delay time, once the protective barrier of the jade pendant disappears, you will die, and I will die too."

"We are grasshoppers on the same rope, I have no choice." Jiang Lan said calmly.

He did this, on the one hand, for Ling Zhuyun's trust, and on the other hand, to let Ye Ming take the blame more smoothly in the future.

Of course, luck is also the most important point.

The scapegoat of heart-eating disease is really easy to use.

"..."

Ling Zhuyun was silent for a while.

Then, looking at him complicatedly, with some guilt in his heart, he said, "I will try my best to help you, Mr. Jiang, obtain the good fortune left by Zhenjun Zixia."

(End of this chapter)