ask the mirror

Chapter 62

Ming Lan's soft and peaceful voice sounded at this fatal moment.In the void, Tu Dumiao's invisible claws froze, and then disappeared into light smoke.

"Master Ming also knew it was a joke? Well, the little monk Zhengyan must have known it too, only this trash from the Wanling Sect doesn't understand... dealing with dead things all the year round, his brain is also covered in corpse poison!"

As he spoke, he laughed out loud.Only then did the rest of the people around see his image clearly.

The hundred-year-old Tu Laoguai who has been famous in the Cliff City did not disappoint them. At this moment, standing in front of them was a skinny old man over half a century old, with little flesh on his body.But no one can despise him, just because under the sunlight, this person's body is translucent, and the black robe he wears is more like a layer of smoke of the same color, lingering and lingering, strange and strange .

Seeing this image, the ignorant will exclaim "seeing ghosts in the daytime", while those who understand the truth will say "the yin god travels in the sun", which is more frightening than the ignorant.

Ming Lan is calmer than anyone else, she is focused on the Yin God intervening between the visible and the invisible ahead, she is still smiling, and the shallow smile lines on the forehead and the corners of the eyes are becoming more and more amiable:

"It's been so many years since Elder Tu's spirit remains the same, which is gratifying."

However, before Tu'er could respond, the monk Zheng Yan who was standing beside him had already overtaken the words: "Where is the 'like in the past', Elder Tu is now in good health, I am really happy to congratulate!"

Tu Du narrowed his old eyes: "Is the little monk entertaining me?"

Monk Zheng Yan groaned with a smile, but with his venomous face, this smile was not good-looking: "Why, Elder Tu's body and bones are still the same? The precipice city is more than [-] miles away from the Rift Valley, and the ghost is out. If it's been too long, I'm afraid it will be a little hindered!"

This is not caring, it is clearly the most vicious curse.

Tu Du's temperament is also extremely eccentric, he used to haggle over every detail with a **-year-old child, but now he confronts Shang Zheng Yan, but his temper is very good: "Okay, very good."

The Yin God waved slightly in the void, his expression was somewhat vague, but his words were clear: "The little monk is very sensible, please send my regards to Master Isin. He is also a good means, raising such a good apprentice. How envious are you!"

The word "raise" was placed extremely seriously, Zheng Yan's face twitched twice, and he fell silent suddenly.Ming Lan glanced over unintentionally, and stopped talking.

Seeing Monk Zhengyan's ugly face, Tu Du laughed again, and the air vibration driven by Yinshen made a sharp and ear-piercing sound.Immediately, he waved his sleeves in a serious manner, and "walked" between Ming Lan and Zheng Yan in front.The moment they passed by each other, a trace of cold air passed through, Ming Lan smiled and didn't care, while Zheng Yan frowned and moved a foot to let Zheng Feng pass.

It wasn't until this time that the Wanlingmen disciples who had been intimidated by Tu Du's threat came back to their senses, and the nearby disciples rushed forward, and a leader saluted Minglan and the two without saying a word, and ordered his companions to hug their heads and feet, Cheng Rong and Xiao Jiu, who fell into a coma, protected them, summoned the blood sculpture from the sky, placed the two on it, and hurriedly retreated, walking in a shameful and hasty manner.

On the opposite side, Huang Tai's face has been very ugly ever since Tu Du appeared.When Tu Du approached, the emotion of fear spread uncontrollably.Behind him, the guards of the government knelt down and saluted one after another, making him look like a wooden stake.

In the end, Tu Du didn't say anything, just sneered twice, and turned around on his own.The guards all knew the old man's temper, hurriedly got up to follow, Huang Tai also took a step, but his face was pale and cold, without any trace of blood.

When the two groups of people left separately, only Ming Lan, Zheng Yan and their entourage were left nearby, and the space between heaven and earth was much more empty.

At this moment, Ming Lan suddenly said, "Little monk, what do you think?"

"Master Ming is also attuned to that old thing!"

Monk Zhengyan's complexion has improved a lot. Hearing a complaint, he hissed and said with a smile: "Just now, I only cared about my anger. What did Master Ming ask?"

Ming Lan glanced at him, and had nothing to do with this cold-looking monk, who was slippery inside, and said, "I'm asking you, what do you think of Elder Tu's visit to the Rift Valley?"

Zheng Yan's mouth is very smooth: "That old thing is very big, it is out of the body, and the body is thousands of miles away. If it is injured, there is not even a place to cultivate. He really thinks that Rift Valley is a precipice city today. , Everyone wants to give him three points? Well, is Master Ming telling the little monk me to say that?"

"It's an odd number for someone like you to appear in the water purification altar." Ming Lan smiled, even though she was no longer youthful, she still had a certain demeanor.

"I know what Master Ming means."

After all, Zheng Yan is an expert at adapting to the wind, so he directly turned to the main topic: "The old man is still very careful. Just now, the yin spirit exerted its strength. Although it was cold, there was a yang and harmony in it. When this happened , It’s not like after traveling thousands of miles. Either the old thing just lied, and his physical body has been transported nearby, or, the physical body has not yet arrived, but his soul is attached to something..."

"You mean the Sun Soul Banner?" Ming Lan responded with a 'groan' with a smile.

Zheng Yan praised: "Master Ming clearly sees every detail."

To the monk's flattery, Ming Lan didn't say a word, she just said: "The Sun Soul Banner is his heart and soul, so it's inevitable to bring it here?"

"Who knows?"

"Really?" Ming Lan returned to her smile, "The legend of the earth immortal treasure in the valley, the true form of the immortal slough, grabs his mind everywhere. If my lifespan is near the end and my physical body is about to collapse, I will hear such a good thing. I'm afraid I can't help but want to give it a go, let alone Tu Du?"

Zheng Yan grinned and laughed: "Master Ming is in full bloom, so there's no use for it..."

His voice suddenly cut off, only because Ming Lan touched her lips with her hand, this action seemed to have magical power, preventing him from continuing to slip.

"We're not kidding!"

Even though he said so, Ming Lan was still smiling, smiling amiably, but Monk Zheng Yan put away his smiling face and replaced it with a dignified one.He was still a little uncertain, his voice lowered a bit, and said in a deep voice: "Master Ming..."

Ming Lan waved her hand, and the attendants obediently retreated to the side. Seeing her behavior, Monk Zheng Yan thought about it, and signaled his disciples to back away.Those people retreated to the periphery where they could never hear the voice, and then turned their backs, using extreme caution.

Under this atmosphere, Zheng Yan seemed to be a little irritable, the light in the narrow eye sockets was shining, a layer of blueness appeared on the skin, and his breathing was much heavier.In contrast, Ming Lan was still smiling, but seemed to have suddenly lost interest in speaking, and looked at Zheng Yan without saying a word.

Under her gaze, Zheng Yan's behavior became more and more strange. He began to open his mouth and breathe heavily, and there was a snake-like hissing sound from his throat, but this sound was almost heard by the peripheral personnel. It fell silent again, but in his dim eyes, a circle of strange purple awns lit up.

Seeing all this, Ming Lan raised the corners of her eyes and asked with a smile, "Master Yi Xin?"

Regarding the inexplicable words, Monk Zhengyan actually nodded his head. Because of the previous incident, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he didn't wipe it off at this time. He even put his hands together in a serious way, and bowed to Ming Lan: Express."

This move, the former monks can also do it, but it must be a bit of posturing and slippery.But this time, he removed that temperament from the bottom of his bones. Even though his appearance is gloomy and ugly, people can see his respect and dignity.

Minglan sighed inexplicably, and then her tone turned deep and serious: "The Shangyu has a word, less to come and more to do!"

This has nothing to do with all the previous remarks, but the monk's body shook violently, and he responded without any hesitation: "Please obey the law!"

Ming Lan heard what he said, Duan Ning's complexion suddenly turned into a spring breeze, and said with a light smile: "Did the meaning come to you?"

"Yes." The monk's attitude is still respectful.

Seeing his appearance, Minglan couldn't help but smile: "Why is this so? You and I are not subordinate to each other, and I'm just conveying my wishes. With the attitude of the master, how can I, a junior, deal with myself?"

"Where, it should be."

The monk showed a smile, but no matter what, it was gloomy and ugly: "The two religions are of the same spirit, and they trust each other, regardless of each other, not to mention Master Ming's pious heart, which is admired by both religions. Seniority is irrelevant."

After saying that, the monk gave another salute: "Since the decree is like this, the poor monk will definitely obey it. There are many things at the moment, so let's go ahead!"

Ming Lan also saluted and said, "No!"

When she straightened up with a slight bow, Zheng Yan's long panting sound came from in front of her.

Compared to before, Zheng Yan looked weak, his body was half wet, and the circle of purple light in his eyes had disappeared.Moreover, the look he cast was different from before, the casual attitude was gone, but with a little fear and even resentment.

Of course, more fear.

Ming Lan sighed softly, and then she made a very unexpected movement.She stretched out her hand and caressed Zheng Yan's cheek. This action stunned the monk, and she even forgot to dodge. Ming Lan patted him twice like coaxing a child:

"poor child."

After talking endlessly, Ming Lan stopped talking to him, summoned his followers, turned and left.

Is this humiliating?

Zheng Yan stood in a daze for a while, without his order, the accompanying disciples could only stand with their backs behind their backs, letting the cold winter wind blow.Except for the whistling wind, there was no other sound in the world.

I don't know how much time has passed before Zheng Yan was awakened by a sound other than the sound of the wind. He closed his eyes to calm down the surge of emotions that almost exploded in his chest, and then turned his head coldly. At this moment, someone shouted:

"Fellow daoists ahead, please stay!"

The residence of Wanlingmen is full of gloomy clouds and mist. Unlike Wanlingmen's four stewards, Cheng Rong is the main task here, and another person with the false title of elder is the assistant.It's just that this elder named Yu Xuan, although he is also a psychic cultivator, is the least assertive. When Cheng Rong and Miss Sun were carried back in such a coma, he immediately panicked and summoned the leaders of the station During the discussion, they couldn't control the situation, and a fierce quarrel broke out at the meeting.

Some people said they should break camp and leave, some people said they should stick to it and wait for help, some said that the wounded should be sent away in advance, and some said that the wounded on the road were even more unsafe.None of the bosses can convince anyone, but everyone has to admit that at this moment, Tu Du's power is like a mountain, pressing on top of their heads, making them breathless.

When it was in chaos, news came from outside that the chief disciple of the water purification altar, monk Cheng Yan, came to visit the injury with his friends.A group of people immediately looked at each other in blank dismay.Before I understood what was going on, the real good news came:

Cheng Rong woke up.

Elder Yu Xuan let out a long breath, stroked his gray hair, and felt that he had aged ten years in just half an hour.

A quarter of an hour later, Cheng Rongqiang stood up and received the guests on the sickbed.As soon as he saw the one after Zheng Yan, his tired and hard-to-open eyes suddenly widened due to the damage of his Yin spirit:

"Mr. Yu!"