Wild boar

Chapter 167 The west wind is cold with the sound of jade flute
Just when Bai Yunting looked stunned, a crooked escaping light flew into Ziyun Pavilion.

It was Bai Shougong who was knocked down the cliff.

At this time, Bai Shougong had disheveled hair and bruises on his face. He was obviously seriously injured.

Bai Shougong came behind Bai Yunting, wiped the bruises on his face with his sleeves, and said with tears: "Yunting, it's all my fault! I...I have given the Tiangang Formation plate to her. That child Bai Cong, Bai Cong has gone down the mountain now, and I don’t know where he went..."

Hearing this, Bai Yunting was completely shocked.

"Master Shougong, the formation base of the great formation is still in Baibao. What's the point of just sending the formation disk out?" Bai Yunting asked with a confused look on her face.

"Um... I think the formation plate of the mountain-protecting formation is worth a lot of spiritual stones. Bai Cong will become a casual cultivator in the future. If he is short of spiritual stones, he can also pawn them in other markets..." Bai Shougong explained.

"I...I understand." Bai Yunting closed her eyes and sighed with a look of decadence on her face.

"Yunting... I really didn't expect you to still be alive. I have scattered all the treasures in the clan. Now the only ones left in the White Castle are probably the spiritual herbs in the Spiritual Grass Garden that have not yet been picked. How about you?" Go pick some old spiritual herbs and leave early to find another way out." Bai Shougong advised.

"Stop talking, I will never leave until Yu'er comes back." Bai Yunting shook her head and said.

……

white castle.

Spirit Grass Garden.

Under a huge blood amber tree.

A brown wild boar gnawed the Ganoderma lucidum under the tree without any scruples.

The edge of the Ganoderma lucidum is black and the middle is red. It must be planted under the shade of the Blood Amber tree to survive, so it is called the Blood Amber Ganoderma.

The 30-year-old Blood Amber Ganoderma can be used to refine the Blood Amber Pure Flower Pill, and the 50-year-old Blood Amber Ganoderma can be used to refine the Blood Amber Shentai Pill, which is extremely precious.

No more than seven 50-year-old Xue Amber Ganoderma lucidum can be harvested each year.

Now, a brown wild boar eats them one by one like mushrooms.

A dozen disciples with foreign surnames who were taking care of the Lingcao Garden were hiding in the distance, with incredible expressions on their faces.

When did White Castle allow monsters to run rampant like this?
Why haven't the monks from the Law Enforcement Hall come to stop it yet?
Why hasn’t the Ziyun Tiangang Formation been activated yet?
Why are all the Bai family members missing?
Just when the disciples with foreign surnames were panicking.

Two escaping lights flew to Lingcao Garden.

"It's Master Yunting!"

"Uncle Shougong!"

As if they had found a backbone, more than ten Lingcao Garden disciples came towards the two escaping lights to surround them.

At this time, both Bai Yunting and Bai Shougong had tidied up their appearance, and they did not appear to have any injuries on the surface.

"Everyone, go back. This wild boar demon is a White Castle spirit beast and will not hurt anyone." Bai Shougong said in as calm a tone as possible.

"But Master Shougong, this wild boar demon is destroying the precious spiritual grass! This is the Blood Amber Ganoderma!" Zhao Yong looked distressed, and he shed tears.

Although these Blood Amber Ganoderma lucidum are White Castle's wealth, they are also the hard work of their spiritual cultivation monks. How can they be seen in such a waste! ?

If he and others were not too weak in cultivation and poor in combat power, Zhao Yong's men would have rushed forward to drive away the wild boar.

"Brother Yong...forget it, let's just record the losses." A woman in green said with a flash of her eyes.

"Yun Ling...what's left to remember!? It's over, it's all over!" Zhao Yong cried bitterly, looking sad.

Sun Yunling's eyes flashed with joy.

Fortunately, this rough wild boar is here.

This year's inexplicable losses of ginseng, red fruit, and edelweiss can all be attributed to this terrifying wild boar, which can be regarded as saving senior brother Zhao Yong's life.

"Take him down." Bai Shougong ordered calmly.

"Yes, Master Shougong." The disciples said one after another.

"Wait!" Bai Yunting called out to the group of disciples with foreign surnames in Lingcao Garden.

"Go and call everyone from White Castle to Zixia Dojo. I have something important to announce," Bai Yunting said.

"Okay, Master Yunting." More than a dozen Lingcao Garden disciples clasped their fists and left one after another.

"Do you really want to tell them? What's the use of telling them?" Bai Shougong asked in confusion. "They have the right to know that it is up to them to decide whether to stay or go." Bai Yunting said with a serious look.

"Okay then." Bai Shougong reluctantly drove away with the light.

Bai Yunting came to Zhu Zishan's side and did not show any hostility.

Click, click, click...

The brown-haired wild boar chewed the blood amber ganoderma and did not intend to pay attention to Bai Yunting.

"Hey..." Bai Yunting sighed.

She took out a cyan jade flute from her storage bag.

The melodious sound of the flute is graceful and moving, and the sound of the flute is sad, as if it is talking about the tragic life.

Under the sunset, in Ziyun Mountain.

The beauty plays the flute, while the ferocious beast eats.

One song expresses one's heartfelt feelings, and one song resolves grudges.

I do not know how long it has been……

The wild boar finished eating and looked at Bai Yunting indifferently without saying a word.

Bai Yunting also finished playing and said lightly: "You can go."

There are twelve doors on the singing and dancing pavilion. The song ends and everyone disperses at dusk.

The sound of the jade flute blows in the cold west wind, blowing down plum blossoms all over the spring garden.

This is the sound of the flute to see off guests, and also the sound of the flute to resolve grievances.

Bai Yunting and Zhu Zishan, the grievances and hatreds between one person and one beast finally turned into three words.

"You go."

……

The top of Ziyun Mountain.

Zixia Dojo.

More than 300 disciples with foreign surnames, many of whom are mortals, gathered here.

Most of them came to Zixia Dojo for the first time, and many of them even came to the top of Ziyun Mountain through the Yanyang Trail for the first time.

By this time it was completely dark.

All the braziers in Ziyun Dojo were lit.

"Is everyone here?" Bai Yunting asked.

"Uncle Yunting, they are all here." Wei Jiyuan reported.

"Fellow Taoists, I think you all must be wondering, where have the Bai family gone?"

"They all escaped."

"The Bai family of Ziyun Mountain, except for me, Mr. Shou and my silly sister, everyone else must die or escape... The Bai family of Ziyun Mountain has been destroyed. From now on, there will be no White Castle in Ziyun Mountain." ." Bai Yunting said in a calm tone that even she could not predict.

"In the world of cultivating immortals in Yongzhou, our Ziyunshan Bai family is just a humble cultivating family and is not very powerful. My brother Bai Yuan has a good chance and his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds in a very short period of time. He has few opponents at the same level. , strong in strength, naturally ambitious..."

"We, the Bai family, were also blinded by greed. We tried to use the snake to swallow the elephant, and plotted to seize the Lingjia Fort in Tianchi Mountain in order to replace it, but we did not expect that there would be someone outside the world, and in the end we fell short."

"Now that the Baiyuan clan leader has died in battle, the pillars of our White Castle in Ziyun Mountain have collapsed. Even if the Bai family is bigger, there are only two monks practicing Gang, Shougong and me."

"Master Shougong and I have put our lives at risk. We will never leave White Castle. If the Ling family comes to liquidate us, we will kill them as soon as possible without any complaints."

"Although you and others are not monks surnamed Bai, and the grudges at White Castle have nothing to do with you, if you are afraid of being implicated and want to leave, we will never stop you."

"I'm ashamed to say that the clan's treasure house, which has been collected for many years, has been distributed to those fleeing Bai clan members, and there is nothing left. If I still have some middle-grade spiritual stones in my storage bag, if you want to leave, take them Let's split it up for travel expenses." Bai Yunting took out more than a hundred middle-grade spiritual stones from her storage bag.

(End of this chapter)