How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 32 The Jiang Family and the Saint's Blood
Murong Jingyan closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, muttering: "I am overthinking? Could it be that the slogan of Duotianlou is not a secret?"

"But. It feels like he said it to me on purpose."

After calming down, Murong Jingyan patted the little yellow duck's head: "It's all right, I'm going to Xuancheng now."

The little yellow duck tilted its head: "Xuancheng?"

"Well, the evil cultivator you want to kill is in Xuancheng right now."

The little yellow duck heard the words and was about to burrow out, quacking and screaming: "I'm sure I saw you right, kid, you really do what you say!"

"What are you excited about, don't forget what you promised me."

"Naturally, since I don't have the body-protecting immortal devil energy, I and you are already sharing weal and woe. It's no problem to save your life when there are many people."

Stuffing the little yellow duck back into her clothes, Murong Jingyan waved her hands and ran up: "Elder brother, wait for me!!!"

Leaving Cuicheng, three days.

After the rainstorm...

Elegance diffuses in the wilderness and forests, and the morning mist after the rain is humid, showing the cool and bitter atmosphere of pine and bamboo.

On the rugged mountain road, two coir raincoats and sticks walked slowly through the endless greenery.

"Eldest brother, turn over... this mountain..."

"Are you in Xuancheng?"

Zhu Huan'an leaned against a rock, waiting for Murong Jingyan who was limping not far behind him, raised his eyebrows and said:
"If it wasn't for your slow pace, you should have arrived yesterday."

Holding the bamboo pole with both hands, Murong Jingyan felt that her whole body was tired and limp, she wanted to cry without tears.

There is a big river between Cuicheng and Xuancheng, so it takes five days to ride a detour to the nearest suspension bridge. Zhu Huan'an asked Murong Jingyan if he could take a shortcut, which could save two days of walking without riding a horse.

Murong Jingyan immediately agreed, after all, riding a five-day horse, her own buttocks have not unlocked the ground lock, I am afraid it is a bit difficult.

As a result, Murong Jingyan was brought to the edge of the cliff, and she stared blankly at the ropeway that was as wide as her feet. .

If it wasn't for Murong Jingyan's five-layer ground lock, her steady footsteps and amazing finger strength, he would rather jump into the river and drown to death than risk his life like this.

After crossing the river, the nightmare has just begun.

Zhu Huan'an kept on traveling day and night, for two full days and two nights he traveled through the deep mountains and old forests.

Murong Jingyan felt that she was not cultivating immortals in another world, but came to another world to participate in special forces training.

"Big Brother."

Murong Jingyan staggered to the side of the rock, immediately threw the stick to the ground, and lay down on the rock.

Covering her eyes with her hands, Murong Jingyan said softly:

"I'm really dying, let's, let's rest for a while."

Zhu Huan'an sighed, but this time he didn't continue on his way, instead, he bent down and swept the accumulated leaves on the stone, and sat beside Murong Jingyan.

Dewdrops quietly fall from the tips of the bamboo leaves, making a jingling sound when they hit the bluestone.

Sensing Zhu Huan'an's movement, Murong Jingyan turned over in peace of mind, he couldn't help yawning due to his tiredness, and took a nap unconsciously.

Time in the mountains passed by suddenly, and Murong Jingyan didn't know how long she had slept.

Vaguely he had a dream.

In the dream, the raging fire was roaring, and I was in a gorgeous bedroom, watching it collapse into ashes, feeling desperate and helpless.
call!
Murong Jingyan opened her eyes suddenly, clenched her fists as if in stress, and arched her body, her temples were already wet by the rain.

The sunlight slanted through the bamboo forest, and the shadows and light spots were like dreams. He vaguely saw a red dress beside him looking back.

"Have a nightmare?"

Hearing Zhu Huan'an's voice, Murong Jingyan closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief, and immediately stood up with her hands on the rock.

Patting the bamboo leaves on her head, Murong Jingyan smiled awkwardly:
"I've been having a dream recently, and it's becoming more and more real."

"What dream, tell me."

"Well, it's probably a burned down bedroom. I seem to be a child, just standing there foolishly." Murong Jingyan replied seriously.

Zhu Huanan nodded and said casually:
"Dreams may also be memories that you don't want to recall. If you don't want to recall them when you were a child, by the way, do you still remember your mother?"

Mother?

When Murong Jingyan heard the words, she immediately looked depressed. The mother with this body really didn't have any impression, but her own mother still had to accept her son's death after drinking the pineapple beer.
Seemingly aware that Murong Jingyan's eyes were distracted, Zhu Huan'an quickly changed the topic:

"Show me your hand."

Murong Jingyan was taken aback for a moment, then raised her left hand with a puzzled expression, and carefully stretched it out in front of Zhu Huan'an.

"?"

"The other one, I want to see the Lingying Shenya in your hand." Zhu Huan'an said coldly.

Murong Jingyan quickly withdrew her left hand, turned sideways and stretched out her right hand, and asked at the same time: "What is this thing?"

Zhu Huan'an looked at one side carefully, the red string was just wrapped around Murong Jingyan's slender wrist, and the small jade in the middle of the red string was crystal clear, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

"You try to stimulate the blood in your right hand."

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan stimulated the blood in her right hand, but the red rope did not respond.

"Don't be so gentle, try to concentrate on your right hand for a moment, and burst out the blood." Zhu Huan'an said patiently.

According to what Zhu Huan'an said, Murong Jingyan stimulated his blood again, and this time the red rope really responded.

"This!?"

Qi and blood subsided, the red rope swelled in the wind, and unexpectedly stretched to a length of three feet, swaying like a red silk, and floating like a long snake entrenched in a bamboo forest.

Following Murong Jingyan's slight force, the red rope actually bent the nearby bamboo branches, but the soft red satin seemed to have a mighty force.

"This is the magic weapon of the Jiang family's luck path, the Lingyin Shenya."

"Invisible and unbreakable, diamond is indestructible, when the magic power is applied to the holy land, the river will shake when it swings, and the swing can shake the universe. Although the incomplete power is not as powerful as the eleventh year, it is a real fairy magic weapon"

"It recognizes your Lord and is your source of blessing."

Murong Jingyan dissipated her Qi and blood, and the three-foot-long red satin immediately shrank into a rope and returned to her wrist.

"so smart??"

For some reason, Murong Jingyan always felt that the real face of this magic weapon looked familiar.

Zhu Huan'an nodded: "The Jiang family used to be a powerful bloodline of Dayan. Later, due to the failure of the clan's separatist struggle, they were forced to leave Yazhou from the aura-rich Kyushu in the Central Plains, and became king in Xuancheng."

"The Jiang family has always longed to return to Kyushu, but it lost power 60 years ago. Just like the Xie family you saw in Cuicheng, it was replaced by the whole family."

Murong Jingyan tilted her head: "If that's the case, then what is the use of my Jiang family magic weapon?"

Zhu Huan'an's pupils glowed with golden light, and he casually looked towards the woods beside him, still explaining in his mouth:
"Three years ago, among the five major families that besieged Jiang's family, three of them were wiped out overnight, from centenarians to infants."

"People from the Department of Health and Dao discovered a trace of a monster, and the blood left by the monster was actually the blood of a saint."

"Therefore, Xuancheng has gathered many cultivators from various sects at this moment, all to hunt down the monster and steal the saint's blood."

Murong Jingyan was slightly taken aback, Zhu Huan'an also had the same purpose in saying that.

"Elder brother, what is the use of this saint's blood?"

Zhu Huan'an stretched his hand towards the black knife beside him, and said casually: "Nine levels of earth locks. When breaking through the door of the sky, you need to use external force to impact. The posture of a mortal beast is enough. The higher you go, the more you need the treasures of heaven and earth."

"And what I need is this saint's blood."

Murong Jingyan wanted to ask something, but Zhu Huan'an had already slowly got up.

At this moment, his pupils have turned into brilliant gold, and he is ruthlessly scanning the surrounding bamboo forest.

The wind rustled the bamboo forest, and the fallen leaves were silent.

Either above the treetops, or behind the cliffs, many shadows slowly emerged in this secluded mountain.

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