Qingling Punishing Heart

Chapter 56
The wind blows the yellow sand, blowing towards the horizon.

The girl in white clothes seemed to come from the sky.

The white boots stepped on the yellow sand and walked slowly towards a palace.

Xuanhu Sect.

Once upon a time, this place was the holy place that many monks yearned for, and the dream of many ordinary people.

However, in just one night, the Jingshi Qinglian withered, and this place was destined to become a memory forgotten by the world.

At a glance, the eyes are full of depression.

Yuyu Qionglou has become a burial place for dead branches and leaves.The originally clean bluestone road has been submerged by the wind and sand, turning it into a khaki color, and even the eaves of the palace are covered with thick loess.

The surroundings were dim, all the lights had been extinguished, only the one in the Silver Candle Palace was still on.The dim light shone on the dry land in front of the door, illuminating a snow-white figure.

Before the sun rose, Mu Lingyu was already standing outside the gate of Silver Candle Palace.

She just stood there motionless for an unknown amount of time.Until the sun rose from the east, the morning light shone on her side face, and the delicate outline was like a jade sculpture made of ice.

Yellow sand rose all over the sky in the distance.

When the wind and sand stopped suddenly, a figure in black tiger skin appeared.He came striding forward, a bronze sword in his hand.

When Yiqu handed the bronze sword to Mu Lingyu's side, she remained motionless, staring at the door of the Silver Candle Palace.The snow-white clothes were covered with sand, and her black hair had been dyed yellow, but her face was pale, so pale that there was no trace of blood.

"What about people?" she asked.

"Aside from this sword, the only thing I brought back was the body of a child. That boy fell into the Linglong blood formation, and I'm afraid it will be bad luck."

Mu Lingyu's bright eyes opened slightly, her expression froze for a long time, and she said in a deep voice:
"You go, I want to be alone."

"Even if you die in Jiang Xuan's hands, you still insist on saving him?"

"Yes."

Mu Lingyu said a word without hesitation.

Yiqu's eyes widened, and he said angrily:

"Since I was a child, I have been born and died for you. Don't you understand my intention at all?"

"I know."

"Since you understand! Then tell me, how can I be inferior to that kid?"

"all."

Mu Lingyu answered two words firmly.

Yiqu's muscular body tilted slightly, as if swallowing a mouthful of bitter water, a strong bitterness flooded his heart, and he clenched the big hand of the bronze sword tightly, as if he wanted to crush the hilt of the sword.

Mu Lingyu lowered her eyebrows slightly, looking at the sword that belonged to her.She always had this expression when she didn't want to speak again.

Yiqu suddenly thrust the bronze sword into the sand and said angrily:

"Okay! You stay alone! I don't want to accompany you to die!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, his lonely figure disappeared into the rolling yellow sand.

Mu Lingyu looked at the direction he was leaving, and said in a low voice:
"Thank you."

"People like me...

"...it's not worth someone dying for me."

A broken leaf, detached from the dead branch, fluttered in the wind.

Those people who meet by chance are also like this residual leaf, and who can predict the separation and reunion of fate?
At this time, the wind carried a dampness.

Black rain clouds were brewing in the sky, damp and gloomy like a ghost.

The door opened.

Mu Lingyu raised her head and saw Mo Shu.

Mo Shu still wore a copper-green mask, but the dark-green Taoist uniform was replaced by white linen clothes.The disciples following him were all dressed in mourning, as if they were paying homage to someone, all of them were dressed in white clothes like snow.

When Mo Shu walked to Mu Lingyu's side, she was still standing in the same place without changing her posture.

"Your Excellency is the deceased brother's old friend?"

As he spoke, the pair of eyes behind the bronze mask looked up and down at Mu Lingyu.

Mu Lingyu shook her head.Although she didn't come to mourn, her white clothes fit the occasion.

Taoist Huangmei came over and introduced: "She is the wife of the master of Xuanling Pavilion."

As soon as the words finished, Li Rumei walked over with provocative steps.She glanced at Mu Lingyu winkingly, and said with displeasure:
"It turns out that the wife of the owner of the Xuanling Pavilion is so beautiful, no wonder he turns a blind eye to me. It's a pity that such a good man enters such a place, and I'm afraid that he will miss the slave family in the next life."

Mo Shu was indifferent to his wife's profligate words, and he didn't show any excitement when he heard the words "Xuan Ling Pavilion Master".Apparently, his dead brother Yinhu didn't tell the whole truth about the withering of Qinglian in Jingshi.

"Why does it look familiar to me?" Mo Shu said lightly, turned around and walked into the Silver Candle Palace, sighing: "Madam, please go back. Your husband has entered such a place, dead is better than alive."

Mu Lingyu took a step forward and said, "As long as you save him, I will do anything for you."

"Anything?" Mo Shu stopped suddenly, turned his head and said with a smile, "I want to break your pure yin jade body, and you agree?"

Taoist Huangmei couldn't help frowning slightly, he knew that breaking the body of pure yin would not only mean ruining his cultivation, but also mean ruining a woman's innocence.

However, when she heard her husband molesting someone else's wife, Li Rumei let out a snort and pursed her lips into a smile.

Just as Mu Lingyu was about to speak, she suddenly heard a haggard voice:
"Brother Yi's bones are not cold, sir is really in a good mood."

In the voice, a gap opened out of thin air between Mo Shu and Mu Lingyu.

Jiang Ying was wearing a dark red robe and slowly walked out from the gap.

Mo Shu clenched his fists immediately, and said sharply: "It's just in time! Jiang Xuan killed my righteous brother! The old man sacrificed his son's blood first!"

"Sir, calm down..." Jiang Ying arched his back like an old man, and said slowly: "Students are not here to die, but to save lives..."

"Save whose life?" Mo Shu asked.

"Save the lives of everyone here." After speaking, Jiang Ying bowed his head and coughed violently.

"You should save your own life first!" Mo Shu sneered, and said disdainfully, "For the sake of master and apprentice, if you hand over the jade certificate of good fortune, I can spare you, otherwise you will never leave alive today! "

"The Good Fortune Jade Document is really not in the hands of the student, even if it is there, it cannot save the master. The student came this time only to help the master, and Penglai won the battle."

"No need! The old man has already found out that although Jiang Xuan cultivated to the eighth realm of Xuanqing, he only recovered to the third realm of Xuanqing on the day of Chongyang. On that day, the master of the Xuanling Pavilion broke his Yin-Yang Nine Palace Formation, and Jiang Xuan almost died. For half a year, I'm afraid he won't even be able to reach the three realms of Xuanqing and Qing Dynasty. The decisive battle in Penglai will be next month, and he has no chance of winning."

Jiang Ying coughed again, slowly took out a cloth handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and said: "Jiang Xuan may have been like this in the past, but now he can recover to the same level of Xuanqing as you in one month. You should I know that a person who has cultivated to the eighth realm of Xuanqing possesses not only cultivation, but also countless means."

Mo Shu asked tentatively: "You mean, you know Jiang Xuan's methods like the palm of your hand?"

Jiang Ying shook his head and said: "If you want to talk about the means to deal with the Jiang family, there is a person who has devoted himself to research for many years, and I am afraid that he knows better than the students..."

With that said, Jiang Ying looked at Mu Lingyu and said:
"I don't know why you didn't kill me at the Double Ninth Banquet, but that was indeed a wise decision. I won't let the efforts you have made these years go to waste. I want you to use the means you used to deal with me before to deal with me. Kill your master's enemy!"

Mu Lingyu looked straight into Jiang Ying's eyes and said sharply, "You have no right to order me now!"

Jiang Ying hesitated for a moment, smiled wryly, and said, "I'm not qualified, but Mr. Mo is. As long as you help him win the Penglai battle, I'm sure he won't hesitate to tell you how to save people. Together, one can avenge the murder of the teacher, and the other can avenge the murder of the brother. Why not do two things with one stone?"

Mu Lingyu turned her head and glanced at Mo Shu.

Mo Shu lowered his head and pondered for a while, then continued to probe Jiang Ying's tone, and said:

"We took revenge, but you became a sinner who killed your father..."

"Father killing?" Jiang Ying smiled sadly, looked up to the sky and sighed: "I don't have that kind of father! Now I'm just a lonely ghost. I only want his life!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Lingyu suddenly looked up to the eaves of the Silver Candle Palace, and a white coldness appeared in his eyes!

"Who is there?"

Before Mu Lingyu finished speaking, Mo Shu had already reached the roof, only to see a white shadow suddenly disappear under the eaves.

"There's no need to chase." Li Rumei said coquettishly, "It's just a white mouse."

The yellow-browed Taoist stroked his beard and sighed: "It's cloudy and rainy, and the white rat moves, I'm afraid it will be a catastrophe."

At this time, a cold drop of rain fell on the back of Mo Shu's neck, sending a hint of coolness.He slowly raised his head, only to see a black cloud covering his head.

"Don't go on cloudy days, I'm afraid it will rain." Jiang Ying coughed a few times and said to Mo Shu, "Sir, let's go into the house and discuss."

Mo Shu nodded slowly.

Everyone followed him into the Silver Candle Palace, only Mu Lingyu stood where he was, looking up at the haze overhead.

The wind rustled the dead branches.Lightning scurry about in the clouds like crooked red snakes.

With a deafening thunder, the rain poured down.

The raindrops falling on the face have a gloomy color.

No one knew that it was the rain that blurred her vision?Is it tears?or blood?

Her blood was once colder than rain, and her heart was as cold as ice.

Until I met that person, that lamp.

It's raining.

Where is he?
(End of this chapter)