The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 25 The Misery of the Living

Su Zhen sat cross-legged on the ground, with smoke from the fire in front of him, and the aroma of medicine was strong and choking.

The sound of women's conversation reached his ears.

"Yesterday Fairy Lu's last move was really gorgeous. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how could I have believed that there was such a beautiful person in this world with such a killing technique." Nan Chang's voice was gentle, and her admiration was beyond words.

"It's a pity that I fainted yesterday and couldn't see it. Sister Nanshang, please tell me quickly." The strange woman begged.

Nan Chang spoke enthusiastically: "I saw Fairy Lu holding the jade white Ruyi in her arms. As the lotus rose slowly into the sky, the filthy Gu insects were illuminated by the spiritual light and fled in all directions. Fairy Lu stood on the lotus platform and looked down at all living beings. Holding Jade Ruyi in hand, he flicked it in the air.

Then, a statue of a precious and compassionate Bodhisattva appeared behind her. The Bodhisattva seemed to be real but still imaginary, and contained divine light.

After Lu Xianzi recited "It's a pity, it's a pity", the Bodhisattva dipped the willow branch into the pure vase, and made a swaying motion with Lu Xianzi together. The willow branch was slowly brushed by the drizzle, evenly. When it fell on the monk, the evil Arhat who had been extremely arrogant before was instantly torn into pieces, and was killed by the fairy. "

Su Zhen listened silently, wondering where the Bodhisattva and the willow branches came from. The one who killed the evil Arhat was clearly a more evil monster!

The monster looks like a spider but is definitely not a spider.

"Yu Yue, you're awake."

Nan Chang noticed Su Zhen's eyes opening: "You are already exhausted, and you volunteered to guard the medicine furnace for Fairy Lu Qi in the middle of the night. After such a short rest, can your body and bones survive?"

"What's not hard about working for Fairy Lu?" Su Zhen forced a smile.

Su Zhen had long discovered that in this world with irregular day and night lengths, as long as Laojun was bright, people would be full of energy. Once night fell, they would become exhausted easily, just like plants that have lost light.

He came here through soul, so Lao Jun had little influence on him.

Nan Chang was deeply moved and praised: "Yu Yue, you are such a kind person, not like the traitor Feng Hua."

Talking about Fenghua, Su Zhen felt a prick in her heart.

He chatted with Nan Chang for a while, asked some questions without leaving any trace, and gained a general understanding of the current situation through insinuations.

Lu Qi killed the Evil Arhat and seriously injured the green-haired old demon and Feng Hua. Only the three-eyed Gu body boy took advantage of the chaos and escaped without trace.

But that devastating move had a huge backlash on Lu Qi. After capturing the green-haired old demon and Feng Hua, Lu Qi lost all her magic power and passed out. She has not been able to wake up to this day.

After the battle, only three of the dozen purple-robed killers died, and only three of the eight disciples remained.

Another survivor named Qi Xia used another carriage as a shelter to escape and did not become food.

"What about Che Yuan?" Su Zhen asked.

Nan Chang's expression darkened, he looked down at the gunpowder and said, "I didn't find her body."

Su Zhen felt bitter in her heart and stopped asking any more questions.

At this moment, the three of them were resting in a dilapidated temple. The stone statues in the temple had long been broken, and the incense altar was covered with dust. The chaotic woods surrounded the ruined temple, and the sounds of wild beasts were often heard.

After surviving the disaster, Nan Shang and Qi Xia sat around the medicine stove and talked about their life experiences.

Qi Xia was born in Plum Valley, which was originally a beautiful land illuminated by Buddha's light, but was occupied by six Rumpelstiltskin.

The strange man calls himself the Six Immortals, saying that he has received the "Plague King's Will" and wants to rescue the Ancient Toad Immortal from underground.

The villagers were all enslaved and started digging the ground with their tools. They were reluctant at first, but the more they dug, the more enthusiastic they became. They stayed up day and night, forgetting sleep and eating, as if this was their natural mission. One night, a strange scream came from the ground, Like frogs croaking or dogs barking, countless sores protruded from the cracks in the ground. People who dug the ground shouted about Ganoderma lucidum and rushed to devour it.

"When I returned to the village, the six monsters were nowhere to be seen, and there were not many living people in the village. This is what they told me."

Qi Xia shrank and sighed: "These people were all rotten and covered with toad skin, and they died within a few days. Later, people from the Ming Sui Palace came to investigate the case, but they didn't find out the reason. Instead, they falsely accused the Plum Valley Festival If you worship evil spirits, you will bring it upon yourself."

Over the years, she has been searching for immortality, firstly to avenge her parents and fellow villagers, and secondly, to find out the truth about the Meigu tragedy.

"They are all miserable people."

Nan Chang sighed with pity, and seeing Su Zhen's sullen face, she couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so worried?"

"I……"

Su Zhen paused and said, "I just thought that although we are in the realm of the Immortal Mountain, human life here is like grass, Miaoyan Palace is an evil monster, Qinglu Palace is an evil person, killing people without blinking an eye, if Fairy Lu is not kind, I Everyone feels that there is no difference between this fairyland and Abi Hell."

Nan Chang was stunned when he heard this, and his expression gradually faded.

"Weak people suffer everywhere, while strong people can dominate and prosper everywhere. Immortals and mortals are different, but there is no difference in this. Becoming a cultivator cannot escape the tragic fate. Only by becoming a truly powerful immortal can one Okay, not to mention that we are lucky enough to follow the most kind and compassionate Fairy Lu Qi, what else can we be dissatisfied with?"

Qi Xia snorted coldly, glanced sideways at Su Zhen, and said, "Sister Yu Yue, if you continue to feel sorry for yourself like this, you will appear to be ignorant of your blessings."

"Miss Qi Xia is right." Su Zhen nodded.

"Well, after Fairy Lu drinks the medicine, we will set off. I don't know how long Laojun will be able to shine, whether it will be enough for us to return to Jiu Miao Palace... Oh, I hope we can go back as soon as possible. Fairy Lu's injury can't delay it." Qi Kasumi said worriedly.

Just as Qi Xia finished speaking, an ape roar suddenly sounded outside the ruined temple.

The whistling sound became clearer and shriller, and wherever the sound wave swept past, the forest leaves rustled and the dew turned into mist.

Everyone was shocked and planned to get up and go out to check. As soon as they stood up, an old man in white robe appeared at the door and stared coldly at the girl who was cooking medicine in the temple.

He asked: "Who are you? Why are you here in this barren mountain?"

The three of them looked at each other in disbelief.

Why are the people from Qinglu Palace here again?
  Su Zhen recalled the previous conversation between the people of Qinglu Palace. Elder Teng also mentioned that there was a second uncle who was waiting for them to return. He was afraid that the second uncle could not wait for a long time and came to look for him personally.

"We are on the road. We are afraid of encountering jackals at night, so we rest in this temple." Nan Shang said.

"Passengers? What are you burning?" Second Master Uncle asked.

"My sister was infected with cold last night, so I boiled some herbs and gave them to her," Nan Shang said.

Su Zhen held her chest and coughed twice. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows drooped, looking sickly.

"Wind chill?"

The second uncle's hand was as skinny as a chicken's claw, and he grabbed it in the air. He opened the lid of the medicine stove, and a drop of soup was brought to his fingertips. He sniffed it, and his expression quickly darkened: "You said, this is a cure. Medicine for cold?"

"Is not it?"

Nan Shang's voice became softer, "The Shimu Zhi and Purple Fetal Blood in it can dispel cold and nourish the lungs."

"You still recognize Shimuzhi and Purple Fetal Blood? You have a good vision, but you girl wants to cheat on the elixir, but you are too ignorant!"

The potion on the second master's uncle's fingertips evaporated quickly, leaving only a pinch of powder. After twisting it on his fingertips, he asked: "Tell me, what are the other twenty-three valuable medicinal materials called?"

Nan Shang's lips moved, and she looked frightened, as if she couldn't answer.

Seeing that the secret was about to be exposed, Su Zhen quickly made up for it: "We have no intention of deceiving. The recipe and ingredients of this decoction have their origins. If grandpa wants to hear it, I can tell it."

"tell me the story."

The second uncle narrowed his eyes.

"Yesterday, we met an old man in green robe carrying a basket of medicine. The old man saw that I was weak, so he asked my sister: Is your sister coughing all the time? This is a syndrome of yin and cold, and I can help her. Radical cure, my sister said, although money is an external thing, old man, you look like a monk from the Immortal Sect. We can't afford the medicine from the Immortal Sect.

The old man had a bold temperament and said with a big smile, "It's just a little effort. How can I, an elder of my sect, try to repay you from a little girl like you?" He immediately gave us medicinal materials and asked us to stay in this temple for two days to recuperate. After he finished collecting the medicinal materials, he took us to Qinglu Palace to become immortals. "Su Zhen stated eloquently, with a candid tone. He was even more excited when he talked about becoming an immortal.

"Qinglu Palace..."

The second uncle's expression softened: "This is indeed a medicine that nourishes the body and strengthens the body. Also, the old man you met rides an ape and has a pair of dazzling eyes?"

"Yes."

Su Zhen nodded quickly and asked, "Do you know him, uncle?"

"Well, his surname is Teng and he is from our sect. Hahaha, after all these years, my junior brother still likes to help little girls."

The second uncle couldn't help laughing. He squinted his eyes and looked at the proud figure Nan Chang several times. His lips curled up involuntarily, and he asked: "Where did my kind-hearted junior brother go after helping you?"

"The immortal comes and goes without a trace. We don't know. We are just waiting for him here."

Su Zhen added: "He seems to have said he wanted to meet up with someone."

"Rendezvous? Then how did he..."

The second uncle thought of something, frowned a little bit, and said, "Wait a minute, did you just call me uncle? How did you know that I was his uncle?"

"This is Teng..."

Su Zhen didn't have time to correct the flaw in her words.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Behind the second uncle, two purple figures silently fell from the roof, appearing behind the old man like ghosts.

Without any reaction time, the two knives were unsheathed at the same time and swung at high speed. The pure white Shengxue blades swung into a curved afterimage, cutting straight into the old man's vitals.

The second uncle realized something was wrong, and it was too late to start the magic trick again.

His noble status was meaningless in the face of death.

One sword slashed the waist and the other beheaded. After a flash of white light, the uncle of the elder of Qinglu Palace had been broken into three parts, with only his chest rising and falling like a bellows. The killer's blades moved together, chopping him into minced meat.

"The four major divine palaces are famous all over the world, but the monks from Qinglu Palace are the least helpful."

The purple-robed killer wiped the blood from the knife with silk silk. The other purple-robed killer nodded with deep understanding.

There is no doubt that the elder of the shrine has great magic power, but he has been busy collecting medicines and refining elixirs all day long, and his martial arts has long since ceased. Under the lightning-fast assassination, even though he has powerful magic power, he can't even use a body-protecting spell, so he can only feel aggrieved. Kill.

The relics of the second uncle's uncle were quickly looted.

"You are very smart."

Before leaving, the purple-robed killer praised Su Zhen and warned: "Don't touch the blood on the ground. Most of today's alchemists are evil and use poison to make medicine too much."

Qi Xia sat slumped on the ground, her face pale.

She recalled the scene just now and felt that she could also fool the elder of Qinglu Palace. She even came up with more exciting and watertight words, but just now, she was so frightened that she couldn't say a word.

After the medicine was cooked, Su Zhen was responsible for delivering it.

When he walked out of the gate of the ruined temple, there was a corpse of a white ape lying outside the temple, which was also killed with one blow.

It was the second uncle's mount. Before entering the temple, he asked his mount to patrol the surroundings as usual. Unexpectedly, it was attacked first.

For safety reasons, the purple-robed killer did not let Lu Qi rest in the ruined temple, but hid in the nearby dense forest.

Su Zhen walked along the way, and first saw the iron cage car in which the old green-haired demon was imprisoned. The old demon had his eyes closed and an iron lump stuffed in his mouth. He was no longer as cold and unruly as before, like an old man who had lost his children.

Lu Qihuagui's chariot is hidden in the depths, guarded by the last purple-robed killer.

The scarred and headless horse was leading the chariot, tapping its hooves in boredom. When Su Zhen approached, the evil-proof objects on the four corners of the chariot made a slight collision sound.

"come in."

The purple-robed killer spoke coldly. She was wearing a mask and her voice sounded like a woman.

Su Zhen held the decoction and rolled in through the curtain.

I don't know what kind of spell was cast, but the space inside the chariot was much larger than it looked from the outside. The purple-robed killer sat cross-legged, with the shelled long knife in front of him, ready to deal with possible dangers.

Behind the big bed with white jade gauze, a female fairy in a white dress like snow is lying quietly. Her face is covered with gauze, only her red and gorgeous lips are exposed. Her hands are folded on her lower abdomen, and there is no trace of mud on her undulating fairy body. The dirt is not like being injured and dying, but more like sleeping peacefully.

A porcelain statue of the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara is placed beside the pillow. Looking through the gauze, it looks like a white spider with extra limbs.

Beside the bed, there was another shocking sight.

The short-haired girl was kneeling on the ground, supported only by her left foot, and her body was swaying slightly.

Black chains hung from the top of the beam, piercing her shoulders and wrists. Her arms were spread out like a dying bird, and blood snaked into shocking lines on her jade wrists.

She is Feng Hua, Lu Qi's personal disciple, and the black-robed swordsman of Jiu Miao Immortal Palace.

The betrayal did not free her. After her defeat, she was imprisoned here, tortured by pain and hatred day and night. This was far from the end. Her nightmare would really begin after she returned to Jiu Miao Immortal Palace.

"Disciple is here to deliver medicine to Fairy Lu Qi."

Su Zhen knelt on the ground and held the medicine bowl high.

"Take a sip first." The female killer said.

Su Zhen took a sip and swallowed it with difficulty. The pain of the medicinal soup made all the muscles in his body tighten.

Seeing that he was safe and sound, the female killer took the bowl and brought it to Lu Qi's side. She stretched out two snow-white fingers, parted Lu Qi's soft red lips, gently reached in, and took it out of her mouth. A blue bead, with slender red lines flowing in the bead, like a living thing.

She placed the bead in the thick medicinal soup. After the medicinal soup was completely absorbed by the bead, the female killer stuffed it back into Lu Qi's mouth.

Su Zhen knelt on the ground and waited quietly.

His face was calm, but his mind was full of thoughts.

What should he do next?
  Follow these people to Jiu Miao Palace? No, Feng Hua knows his secret. She has fallen into Lu Qi's hands, and his secret will be revealed sooner or later. Lu Qi, a witch, will never let him go. Even if he doesn't die, he will be sent to the old craftsman to be made into a weapon. , life is worse than death.

Take advantage of the chaos to escape? There are only three disciples left, and there are also three purple-robed killers. They are being watched all the time, so how can they have a chance to escape?
  or……

Su Zhen suddenly remembered the fable about the folded corners.

In the fable, a wolf in sheep's clothing is killed by a hunter. No matter how obedient or sheep-like the wolf is, it is still a wolf. Sooner or later, it will be discovered by a hunter. Shao Xiaoxiao is right. The wolf must give up early. Leave the sheep in despair, or simply kill the hunter.

Kill the hunter...

Su Zhen raised her eyes and saw the figure lying quietly behind the snow-white curtain, and her heart skipped a beat.

Kill the hunter.

If Lu Qi is to be killed, now is the best and only chance. When she returns to Jiu Miao Palace and wakes up again, everything will be irreversible.

However, he is far from mastering the power now. Even if Lu Qi is seriously injured and faints, how can he bypass the purple-robed guards and assassinate her?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Feng Hua.

Feng Hua knelt quietly, with no movement in her eyes.

"Do you have any friendship with our Lord Swordshead?" The purple-robed killer turned around at some point.

"No."

Su Zhen was shocked and quickly lowered his head and said, "I'm just admiring the traitor's fate."

"You hate her?" the killer asked again.

"No one hates betrayers." Su Zhen replied.

"Then how do you think the traitor should be dealt with?" the purple-robed killer asked.

"Kill." Su Zhen did not hesitate.

"It's a pity that Lord Jianshou cannot die yet. She still carries many secrets with her. However, since you hate her so much, in order to reward your loyalty, I allow you to punish her." The purple-robed killer said.

"what?"

Su Zhen suspected that he had heard wrongly, so he immediately refused and said, "Fairy Lu Qi is sleeping peacefully, how can I disturb her?"

"It would be a great achievement if you could wake up Mr. Lu Qi." The purple-robed killer sighed.

"But……"

"But what? Are you so close to this traitor that you can't bear it?"

The purple-robed killer walked up to Su Zhen and looked at him condescendingly. The eyes behind the mask were like mirrors, able to see through all thoughts.

Su Zhen was speechless for a moment.

Feng Hua raised her head, with a sneer on her lips: "Jing Xue, you were no match for me back then, and now you want to humiliate me, and you want to borrow someone else's hand? A waste will always be a waste."

"The iron law of Jiu Miao Palace is that you are not allowed to commit crimes. Until you return to the palace to question your guilt, you are still the Lord Swordsman. I will not leave any stain on myself." The purple-robed killer known as Jing Xue said.

Su Zhen immediately understood that she wanted to use herself to vent her personal anger.

"Fenghua is the head of the sword, how can a disciple offend someone?" Su Zhen asked.

"Your name has not been registered in Jiu Miao Palace, so you are not considered a disciple." The purple-robed killer said.

Feng Hua shook her head and sneered: "You have an impure mind and will never become a real killer."

"As of today, I have done my best and have a clear conscience."

Jing Xue's calm voice contained uncontrollable hatred: "Feng Hua, you have to understand that not everyone is a genius like you, and no matter how talented you are as a killer, you are still a slave of the sect. The door can reward you with unlimited glory, or it can destroy your skills forever. You are so stupid that you believed those monsters' lies and betrayed Fairy Lu Qi."

"You are the one who is stupid. Lu Qi will not let anyone go. In her heart, you purple-robed people are the eyes placed by the Grand Palace Master around her. She first used the evil monk to kill most of you. She will also get rid of them one by one." Feng Hua said.

"Don't bother, I won't be fooled by your conspiracy." The purple-robed woman calmly shook her head.

"That's why I said you were stupid."

Feng Hua tried her best to raise her head, with a ferocious look in her eyes: "If you want to live, insert the knife into Lu Qi's body now. This is your only chance. If you miss it, you will never get it again. Don't If there is any hope of luck, Lu Qi is too wise and suspicious and will never spare anyone. She is a witch, she is..."

Jing Xue remained unmoved, as if Feng Hua had not made any sound.

Su Zhen suddenly stood up and came to Feng Hua. He raised his palm and threw it down cleanly. He heard a snap sound and Feng Hua's cheek trembled. When he lifted it up again, there was already a striking red mark.

"The evil words are misleading the public." Su Zhen reprimanded him coldly.

Jing Xue admired this scene and giggled non-stop, leaving behind all the coldness and silence that a killer should have. She praised, "Yu Yue, you are indeed very loyal."

"of course."

Su Zhen saluted devoutly, bowed his head and left.

He understood what Feng Hua said.

　In response to what was said about stock trading in the comment area: There is only one color chart for the heroine in this book from beginning to end. There is no such thing as popularity.

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