Jiuyang Juemai

To the few of them, Jieyin Villa is nothing but mystery.

The Tongxian Order, the Tomb of the Tongxian, and the Jieyin Villa have not appeared in the eyes of the world for 100 years.

Even among the few people, Ling Luoyu, who is most familiar with the Jieyin Villa, only knows a little bit about the Jieyin Villa from some ancient books.

As for why the Jieyin Villa came to entertain them in advance, several people discussed for a long time, but they had no clue at all.

The boat is naturally straight when it arrives at the bridgehead, and it remains the same to respond to all changes. Perhaps only after actually attending this banquet can we understand the reason for this!

Since they couldn't come to any conclusion, they had no choice but to disperse separately.

It was still early in the evening, so Ling Luoyu greeted the little maidservant who was waiting nearby, and brought him to the room early.

After using it early, Ling Luoyu looked at the sky and sighed softly: "Hey, it's almost noon again, and the time for the daily Jiuyang Juemai attack is almost here!"

Ling Luoyu gently picked up the package at the bedside, slowly unwrapped it, and took out a few pieces of clothing and put them on the bedside.

The innermost part of the package was a blue cloth bag. Ling Luoyu took out the cloth bag and opened it gently, layer by layer.

Inside the cloth bag is a book, a simple book, to be precise, a Buddhist scripture, a very popular Buddhist scripture, a Buddhist scripture that can be easily bought in the market.

The only difference is that this Buddhist scripture is more simple, and the golden Sanskrit characters on the Buddhist scripture are more shiny.

"Lotus Sutra."

It's still this book, Ling Luoyu's favorite, the book he reads most often, and it's a book he must read every time Jiuyang's dying pulse occurs.

Gently flipping through the Lotus Sutra, paragraphs of jerky Sanskrit words were slowly spit out from Ling Luoyu's mouth.

Ling Luoyu was completely immersed in the world of books, and the whole world was peaceful.

At this moment, Ling Luoyu forgot about the Nine Yang Absolute Meridian on her body, the Immortal Communication Order, and the Reception Villa. What Ling Luoyu saw was only Buddha.

The sunlight passing through the window sill poured on Ling Luoyu's body, showing a faint golden color, which looked so sacred and solemn.

Time passed by in a hurry, and it was already noon in a blink of an eye.

The sun at noon was undoubtedly the most violent. Although Ling Luoyu was in the room, the sunlight that swayed through the window lattice and swayed on Ling Luoyu's body was even more bursting.

On Ling Luoyu's forehead, bean-sized beads of sweat trickled down Ling Luoyu's face one after another, and the spotless white gown on his body was also soaked in sweat in the blink of an eye.

The meridian, the viscera are burning continuously, that kind of painful feeling makes Ling Luoyu unable to help but want to groan loudly, obviously, it's time for Ling Luoyu's Jiuyang Juemai to attack.

Endless pain tormented Ling Luoyu, but what Ling Luoyu didn't notice was that at the moment when Nine Yang's Juemai broke out, the faint golden circle on Ling Luoyu's body seemed to be a little thicker.

long time, long time...

Ling Luoyu's body softened, and slowly opened his eyes, Ling Luoyu sighed: "Hey, this pain seems to be more intense than the last attack, and it's even more unbearable, and I don't know when I will be able to truly be relieved! "

"There are still two years to go, maybe I will be able to truly be free after two years!" After a pause, Ling Luoyu smiled wryly, and said to himself: "After entering this Tomb of Immortals, I will still be free." I don't know how many days I can live, maybe ten days, maybe a month..."

Thinking of the wonderful sound of the zither yesterday and the mysterious player who played the qin, Ling Luoyu felt a little impulsive, thinking about whether to go to that abode to visit the player who played the qin while there was still time.

After thinking for a while, Ling Luoyu smiled wryly, shook his head, and sighed softly: "Hey, I don't have much time to see that person, even if I see that person, I'm afraid it will be just It's just fighting for trouble!"

In a blink of an eye, the sun has set and the sky is slowly darkening.

Mu Yi, Chen Kong, Han Xiao, and Qin Linger appeared at the door of Ling Luoyu's room almost at the same time as if they had made an appointment, and walked in one after another.

Seeing the four people coming in, Ling Luoyu smiled lightly, and said: "Maybe, after tonight's banquet, we will be sent to the Tomb of Immortals. Do you guys check to see if there is anything missing? After entering, it will be too late if you want to check!"

Han Xiao glanced at Ling Luoyu, and said coldly: "You don't need to worry about it, Mr. Ling, the guy who eats and saves his life must carry it with him, I think Brother Mu and the others are the same!"

Mu Yi, Chen Kong, and Qin Linger looked at each other and smiled noncommittally.

At this moment, Chen Kong's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Those two men in Tsing Yi have come over. It seems that it's time for us to go to the banquet!"

Mu Yi Weiwei closed his eyes, felt it with his heart, sighed, and said: "It seems that among us, Brother Chen is the one with the deepest skill. Those two men in Tsing Yi are at least a hundred meters away. Brother sensed it!"

Chen Kong smiled lightly, bowed his head and remained silent.

There were a few knocks on the door, and the door opened, and the two men in Tsing Yi walked in with solemn expressions.

"Guys, it's time to go to the banquet, I think everyone should be ready!" The easy-going man glanced at them and said coldly.

Ling Luoyu, Mu Yi, and Chen Kong looked at each other, nodded, and said, "Let's lead the way, two brothers, we are all ready!"

The banquet for five people was held in a flower hall in the back garden, surrounded by exotic flowers, and with the breeze, bursts of flower fragrance wafted in.

There are floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides of the flower hall, with bamboo hanging down. Sitting in the hall, not only can the air flow freely, but you can also see the surrounding scenery, gorgeous flowers and colors, and green bamboos. It is really a very good place for banquets.

In the huge flower hall, there were only four or five tables of banquets arranged in twos and threes. Under the guidance of the two people in Tsing Yi, Ling Luoyu and the others sat down on the table on the far left.

Four or five tables of banquets, except for their table, are already full.

The first seat at the banquet table in the middle was a very ordinary middle-aged man, who was wearing a yellow gown, looking inconspicuous at all, and Mr. Li sat at the head of the man in the yellow gown.

Seeing Ling Luoyu and the others taking their seats, Manager Li nodded slightly and gestured to Ling Luoyu and the others with a smile.

But the man in the yellow shirt kept his eyes down, unmoved in the slightest.

Just when Ling Luoyu was about to look at the other people, suddenly, the people at the banquet tables started to commotion.

Some people were surprised, some sighed, some couldn't bear it...

But all of them have one thing in common, they all look towards the northeast of the flower hall.

Ling Luoyu turned her head and followed everyone's eyes curiously.

In the northeast direction of the flower hall, in front, there are two cold and solemn men in Tsing Yi leading the way, all the people who came to the banquet are like this, there is nothing strange at all.

Behind the two men in Tsing Yi, a lonely man dressed in white slowly walked into Ling Luo Yu's eyes.