A Sword of Frost

With water and dry food, it is tantamount to a guarantee of survival and can be more secure.

The two deep-sea pearls in Jiang Lingfei's hands were picked up from this palace, and there were some decaying and brittle wood chips next to it. Looking at the scattered shapes, "live" should be a lantern. Due to the extremely limited lighting range of the deep sea beads and many organs on the wall, it took them a long time to understand the layout of the entire underground palace.

"A dozen skeletons are gathered in one place, will there be an exit there?" Jiang Lingfei slowly held the cake in his hand and analyzed, "Otherwise, after being trapped, they should be scattered to find the way, If you want to die, you should die in all directions and in many institutions. "

"There is another possibility, do you want to listen?" Ji Yanran twitched his fingers.

Jiang Lingfei hurried to get closer.

Ji Yanran said: "If you gather together because you know there is an exit there, they should work together to push it away. Even if it ca n’t, the nearby stone walls should at least have traces of digging and impact. Only then did I take a look and be clean. "

What can that tell? Jiang Lingfei frowned. After a while, he let his breath out: "You still shut up."

Ji Yanran raised an eyebrow: "If you do n’t want to admit it, you have to admit it. Those people have fallen into the palace since they haven't walked around."

There are only two explanations for this situation. First, they were cast in only after they died, but the sitting posture of the dead body is not the same. This is the second type. Once they are trapped there, there is absolutely no way out, so there is no effort. , Just sit back and wait for death.

Jiang Lingfei was silent, and after a long while, he said sadly: "I knew this, I should make a decent relationship for Xiao Hong." Now, if I ca n’t go out, I am afraid that I will be pulled to match the donkey. , Reproduced a bitch.

"These people can't be found, we may not be able to find them." Ji Yanran said, "Moreover, the fortune telling priest also said that if you and I are trapped in danger at this time, there will be nobles to help."

"Who will it be?" Jiang Ling asked babblely. "Is this fairy?"

Ji Yanran patted his back: "It's possible."

So don't be discouraged, your little red still has a chance to find a wealthy family.

Before going up the mountain, Ji Yanran had agreed with his subordinates that he would set off a signal flare every night to show that he was safe. So on the first night he was involved in the underground palace, he didn't wait for the subordinates of the flare, he already guessed that the two might have encountered trouble, but the cliff was slippery and wet, and rescue was really difficult. Two ways, all the way up the rain and climbed hard, the other way quickly jumped to the station to pass the message.

When the post officer rushed to Yongle Prefecture House day and night, he first hit Wei Lie on the road and then Yun Yifeng, who was next. Upon hearing that Ji Yanran was trapped in Changfeng Peak, Yun Yifeng didn't delay for a moment. After discussing with Wei Lie hastily, he proceeded to the direction of Guangming Mountain and finally arrived in the afternoon on this day.

At the foot of the mountain, Yun Yifeng held the tree for a while and coughed before taking a breath.

He went through a bumpy journey this time, all relying on the stabbing soup of medicine, and the careful care of Qingyue and Ling Xing'er, he only managed to reach Yongle Prefecture. It ’s just that although the person has n’t fallen, the inside is already like a sieve with a lot of holes in it. It is just wrapped with a layer of tulle and it looks bright and bright, but if you touch it lightly, you will be poked into a hole.

The sky is still raining, the cliffs are extremely slippery, and they look up, and the peak is almost submerged in the dark clouds. If it were normal, this road would be like a flat land to Yun Yifeng, but this time is different. Qingyue remembers the blood he vomited last night, and he is even more worried, saying: "I'll go back to Master. "

Yun Yifeng asked, "What should I say if someone is seen after going up?"

Qingyue replied, "Just say that Master Jinyiyu is used to eating and eating, too lazy to walk."

Yun Yifeng patted him with approbation, just spread his arms and lay on his back, suddenly there were footsteps behind him.

The crowd turned around, and they saw a light sedan lifted by four masked girls flying from the treetops. The snow-white gauze hanging around them fluttered in the wind and rain, and the fragrance overflowed, like Xiangu came.

Ling Xing'er said happily, "Yeah, it's Sister Weilu. Did she come from Jinling herself?"

Qingjia fell on the ground, and a woman in white came out from inside, looking at the beautiful and generous, Shi Li laughed: "I thought that only I was late in the palace, and there was the cloud gate master to accompany, this is a little relief."

The woman's name was Ning Weilu. She was the palace owner of Hualuo Palace. In her early years, she had found Yun Yifeng for business. The two were friends.

"There were a few days on the road," Yun Yifeng said. "Why, the master of Ning Palace also came for the tomb of King Chang'an?"

"It's not for grabbing. It's just curiosity. It's so intriguing. I want to know what's in it." Ning Weilu lifted the skirt to avoid getting wet mud. "Let's go, you and me later I'm afraid that the leader really blame it. "

Yun Yi wind said: "Slow!"

Ning Weilu turned to look at him: "What is it?"

Yun Yifeng shamelessly stretched out a finger and said, "My leg suddenly hurts. Can I take a seat in Ninggong's sedan?"

Qingyue: "..."

Car girl: "..."

Ning Weilu smiled and nodded: "Naturally, if the Master of Cloud Gate doesn't dislike it, just sit down."

She spoke, looked up at the cliff again, and leaped easily, standing in the image of a white tit. The four young girls carried Yun Yifeng and followed closely. Qingyue and Ling Xinger hurried to keep up, leaving only the remaining disciples of Fengmen and guarding the mountain with the ghost thorns.

The spider cleaned up the dry wood in silence. After a long time, she suddenly hated and scolded: "Only she is worth the same white clothes as the son?"

The ghost stabbing heard nothing, only half closed his eyes and grinned.

Guangming Peak has gathered a lot of people from the rivers and lakes, chatting with each other, and suddenly saw the white soft sedan falling from the sky. There were a few lovers who vaunted the prodigal son, and hurried forward in a hurry to prepare for this Jinling was the first beauty. As a result, after the curtain was opened, the beauty coming out from the inside was beautiful, and indeed immortal, but the **** was not right.

Yun Yifeng hugged his fist smartly: "You are greeted with such a smile, it really makes you feel flattered and flattered."

The news spread elsewhere, and the others heard that he even came in person, and was surprised. Secretly, this wind and rain gate is the least popular in the weekdays. This time it suddenly appeared. Is it true that the tomb of King Changan really has news?

Ignoring the eyes of everyone, Qingyue took a chair, and just sitting down while holding Yun Yifeng, someone came to say hello, "Master Yunmen, don't come here!"

The talking middle-aged man looks elegant and elegant, with long beards, and a delicate gold abacus hung from his waist. It is Jiang Nanfei, Jiang Lingfei's uncle and the head of the Jiang family. Like Yun Yifeng, he was the first to return to the martial arts conference since Li Qinghai took over as the leader.

Yun Yifeng respectfully said, "Senior Jiang."

"I haven't heard that Master Yunmen will come before." Jiangnan Douhan said, "Why, this is a temporary accident?"

"Not counting it," Yun Yifeng wrote lightly. "It was just that someone had been entrusted with Fengmen to investigate the tomb of King Chang'an, and now it has fallen-"

Before the words were finished, the surrounding area had been “banged” with people, and she was startled by Qingyue, who was whispering to Ling Xinger.

Yun Yifeng said with a good temper: "Everyone is anxious. Now that everyone has reached a consensus, the tomb of King Chang'an should be shared by the whole martial arts, so naturally you have to wait for the leader of Lei Meng before discussing the follow-up matters."

"What else is there to discuss?" The anxious person immediately cried out with a loud voice. "Speak where the baby is. Let ’s dig it together and divide it. It happens that this is all big pie, no miscellaneous fish. No one loses because it is mixed up and charged. "

The proposal was immediately approved. Ling Xing'er was blocked out of the crowd, but she was shocked. Where did the wind and rain gate know what the tomb of King Chang'an was? I have never inquired about it at all. The doorkeeper's letter was nonsense. In the future ... she was dizzy and quietly grabbed Brother ’s sleeves to see. The other side was also shocked, as if she had n’t expected it. so.

Did he ignore all the rules of Feng Yumen and Wu Lin's rules?

There was another commotion outside the crowd while the two were talking. It turned out that the leader had arrived.

Li Qinghai is over forty years old. The ruddy complexion sounded like Hong Zhong, giving birth to the appearance of justice Ling Ran, not to mention how hard it was, just standing there made people feel very reliable. Of all the people on the scene, only Jiang Nandou showed disdain at the sight of him. Although he didn't say anything, he was afraid that the white eyes in his heart would have gone to heaven.

Yun Yi wind said: "The leader of Li League."

"I just listened in the woods. The Lord of the Clouds has detected the whereabouts of King Chang'an's tomb?" Li Qinghai didn't make any mistakes. "Is it true or false?"

Yun Yifeng nodded: "I did hear the news, so I didn't dare to delay. I came to inform the leader immediately."

Li Qinghai asked: "Where?"

His voice was loud, to show that he was bright and clear, and there was no hidden possession, and Yun Yifeng answered quite loudly.

"Nagahama Peak!"

"What are you waiting for?" Jiang Nan Douben was unwilling to participate in this martial arts conference. It was only for the tomb of King Chang'an that he was willing to come down and honor him. Now that there is news, it is not a moment. Would like to look at Li Qinghai's face again, take the disciple and turn away, leaving only a large empty stool.

Seeing him go, the others were in a hurry. After all, there were only a few tombs. If it was late and the good goods were picked up by the Jiang family, then ... thinking about it, it would be buzzing and noisy. Annoyed by Jiang Nandou's indecent assault, he could not move the Jiang family for a moment, and said: "Also, take the tomb first, then go to Changfeng Peak!"

For a time, the crowd was moving on the Guangming Peak, and everyone hurried down the cliff. If any woodcutter saw it on the opposite side, I was afraid that it would be thought that the mountain eagle was flying. Beside the woodland, the chair was knocked over, and the tea on the table was still hot, but the men and women of the rivers and lakes had no shadow at all. The ghost stabbing guarded by Yamashita was unknown, and when they saw a large group of people jumped off like this, they rushed towards the other side, as if they were in a demon. The spider couldn't help anxiously: "It's ... it won't be the son of the accident?"

"What can he do?" The ghost said in his mouth, looked up and glanced up, "estimated to come down soon."

Yun Yifeng was still sitting on the chair, and the fist he had been clenching just now weakened weakly.

Qingyue asked in a low voice: "Why didn't Master try to win over Jiang Nandou? He is Jiang Uncle's uncle, maybe he will come up with a solution, then we don't have to lie."

"The internal factions of the Jiang family are clear. Jiang Sanshao lives in Wangcheng again, and his relationship with Jiang Nandou is not close." Yun Yifeng said, "If Wang Ye and Jiang Sanshao's trapped organs were first mentioned, after he refused To mention that the tomb was buried in Changfeng Peak, the fool would not believe it. Perhaps Jiang Nandou would stop talking because his relatives and nephews were in the office, fearing that everyone would suspect him. This kind of thing can never be risked. "

Ling Xinger stood aside, not knowing what to say, and finally crouched in front of him, red eyes and said, "What shall we do after the storm door?"

"With you and Qingyue, the wind and rain gate can continue." Yun Yifeng smiled palely and straightened her forehead hair. "I got the wrong news alone. Yue understands what to do. "

Ling Xinger wiped her tears: "But there is no such thing as a storm door without Master."

"My body can't last too long." Yun Yifeng coughed twice and ordered, "Go, catch up with the people in the rivers and lakes, get the organ map, and destroy the dead door of the dead Zen anyway. , Rescue the king. "

"Where's the master?" Ling Xinger shook his hand.

Yun Yi wind said: "The ghost thorn will not let me die."

"No, I must accompany the doorkeeper." Ling Xinger insisted, "Let the brother save the king."

Qingyue also persuaded: "Xing'er has a delicate character and can't stand wrong. If you hear the words that vilify Fengmen, I'm afraid I'll fight back on the spot or stay with Master."

"Hurry up." Ling Xing'er urged, "Don't delay saving Lord Wang."

Qingyue nodded, and carrying the cloud against the wind also fell down the cliff, and the spider quickly rushed forward: "Master."

Ghost stabbing: "That group of martial arts people, so easy to be moved by you?"

"Look for a secluded house." Yun Yifeng glanced at him and suppressed the pain in his heart. "Aren't you forbidden to run around? I will lie in bed all day long and wait as you wish. You heal. "

There was a sullen smile on the ghost's face, staring at him for a long time with satisfaction, and suddenly he dragged the man back to the horse, and took him to the distance.

Yun Yifeng was exhausted, his upper body couldn't hold it forward, and his thin ribs were smashed on the saddle. Like a fracture, his body was almost disorganized, and a tinge of intense pain leaked from his brain, dark. Gradually soaked the sight, and later, the senses were completely cut off.

Then there was a long, almost endless dream. The scattered fragments were floating in a colorful way, floating in the wild like fireflies. It seemed to flash the snow of the peaks, the moon in the Star City, and the flowers in the King City. Sitting in the courtyard with a smile and basking in the sun, and ... and ... Yun Yifeng frowned, desperately trying to catch the group of people in the shadow, but only got a handful of empty air.

He woke up with sweat.

"Master!"

"My son!"

There were two calls in my ears at the same time.

Yun Yifeng panted and sat up, his lips were cracked, and it took a long time before he asked, "Where is this?"

The spider answered: "Return to the son, this is Zhangtaizhuang."

"It was Brother Zhang's house." Yun Yifeng rubbed his forehead and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"It's been a day and a night." Ling Xinger fed him water. "The chicken congee is still hot on the stove. Is the doorkeeper hungry? Would you like a bite?"

Spider looked at her resentfully: "You idiot, you have to eat if you are not hungry, otherwise how will your son take medicine?"

Ling Xing'er didn't look down on this group of people at this time, when she saw her eyes gossip, as if she was about to stare out, even more angry, if not afraid of disturbing Yun Yifeng, rest Has been scolded back.

Fortunately, I followed, otherwise this group of lunatics can take care of the doorkeeper.

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