Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

More than a dozen Tianhai Sword Sect disciples flew out of the cave.

Some fell like leaves.

Some glided like swallows.

Some swooped down like hawks.

They landed on the sea one after another, their toes treading on the waves as if they were walking on flat ground, their eyes as bright as lightning, searching the turbulent sea water below, trying to find Zhou Xiang's body.

They kept expanding the search circle, going outward and outward until they reached the end of the thick fog.

After a long while, they reunited in the cave.

No body was found.

"Uncle Huang, is Sister Zhou not dead?"

"Yes, it is very likely that she is not dead."

"If she is not dead, then where is she?" A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a rough appearance said unhappily: "Who can take her away silently?"

He glanced at the four young men.

The four young men hurriedly stood up solemnly.

"Uncle, it's impossible for someone to take Junior Sister Zhou away. We have been keeping a close eye on her and have never slacked off!"

"Yes, Junior Sister Zhou has not made any movement. When we feel something is strange, we will fly over to take a look. There is nothing unusual."

"We speculate that Junior Sister Zhou may be finished in one or two days."

They looked at each other.

This look is actually their tacit understanding.

They cannot tell the truth.

Otherwise, they will be held responsible.

For a junior sister who is doomed to die, a traitor, there is really no need to sacrifice their own future.

Moreover, there is no evidence now.

They wanted to enter the cave to take a look before, but they felt it was strange.

Because according to normal circumstances, Zhou Xiang should have died today, but she is still alive and well.

This has exceeded the limit. It is impossible for someone to survive for so long without martial arts, water or food.

So there must be something strange.

There is really something strange.

Zhou Xiang disappeared strangely!

They had a promise in their hearts: someone secretly rescued Zhou Xiang, and secretly gave her water or food before.

If they tell the truth, they will definitely be severely punished, and their cultivation progress will definitely fall behind by two or three years.

It is the time of rapid progress. Falling behind for three years means falling behind forever. The competition among Tianhai Sword Sect disciples is extremely fierce.

But while they are hiding it, they feel uneasy.

Could someone really rescue Zhou Xiang quietly?

Who could it be?

It is definitely another traitor!

"Yu Zhen!" Huang Jiye suddenly glared and shouted: "Tell the truth!"

One of the young men changed his face and immediately fell into panic, his eyes flickering.

"Humph, there is indeed a problem!" Huang Jiye sneered and said: "You four... Did you hide her secretly?!"

"Absolutely not!"

"No, no!"

"No!"

"Unfair!"

The four shook their heads hastily.

"It seems so." Huang Jiye said coldly: "You four, it's not too late to tell the truth now, otherwise, I will arrest you four and interrogate you separately. Are you afraid that you won't tell the truth? Tell the truth!"

"...Yes!" The four looked at each other and immediately drooped their heads.

The people around them looked at them in surprise. They didn't expect that they really didn't tell the truth and deceived everyone.

This is too bold!

Huang Jiye snorted: "Yu Zhen, you tell me!"

"Uncle Huang, we are really wronged..." Yu Zhen hurriedly told the course of events and his and others' speculation.

"That means someone has definitely rescued Zhou Xiang, the little girl!" Huang Jiye said coldly: "Very good, really very good!"

His eyes flashed with cold electricity, sweeping around the crowd.

He was performing a secret technique.

Everyone felt weak in their hearts when he looked at them, as if they had really done something guilty.

Those with strong cultivation quickly woke up, while those with weaker cultivation couldn't help but lower their heads and dared not look at him.

Who in the world dares to say that he has a clear conscience?

Huang Jiye shouted: "Who of you did it, stand up!"

Although everyone felt guilty and dared not look at him, no one stood up. Of course, they could not admit to something they had not done.

"Hehe, very good!" Huang Jiye sneered: "You won't cry until you see the coffin. Do you think the sect has no defense against such a situation?"

He shook his head with disdain: "To tell you the truth, the sect has already had secret methods to prevent such a situation!"

Everyone was stunned and didn't understand.

Huang Jiye slowly looked at everyone and hummed: "There is some kind of juice on her body. As long as you touch her, you will be stained with this juice and get the smell."

He sneered: "This smell is not something our noses can smell, no matter how high our cultivation is!"

Everyone was refreshed.

Yu Zhen hurriedly said: "Uncle Huang, what are you waiting for, hurry up and find out who did it!"

He couldn't wait to prove his innocence.

If they can't find this person, then they will have to take the blame.

Huang Jiye said coldly: "If someone stands up and saves this trouble, the punishment will be lighter. Stand up now and save his life!"

His eyes flashed with cold lightning.

But everyone looked confused.

Huang Jiye frowned and snorted: "Forget it."

He felt like he was performing for the blind. Looking at their confused eyes, he actually felt like a clown.

He turned and left.

Everyone followed him.

The cave became empty in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Xiang and Fakong stood in a forest on the top of the cliff, and the sea breeze carried the sounds from the cave.

Even though Zhou Xiang's martial arts was disabled, he could still hear clearly.

She looked at Fakong nervously and said in her mind: "Master...?"

Fakong shook his head and smiled in her heart: "It doesn't matter, let's watch the show."

"We won't be caught?"

"Won't."

Zhou Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked around cautiously.

The woods are sparse. Here you can only cover your body, but not your breath. Many great masters below are extremely keen.

Fakong said in her heart: "As long as there is no sound, it will be fine. The isolated breath will leak out."

If there was no isolation, with the keenness of those below, they would have discovered it long ago, and they would not be able to stand here carefree.

His eyes followed Huang Jiye and his party.

Huang Jiye came to a forest. It was lush and green, with all kinds of trees. They were tall and strong. At a glance, they knew they were ancient trees.

They stopped in front of a small cabin.

The cabin is built of rotten wood and is simple and natural.

There are two vegetable gardens in front of the wooden house, surrounded by fences.

"Uncle Meng." Huang Jiye stood in front of the fence and called out.

"Squeak——!" There was a slight whistle, and a white shadow flashed, stopping on the fence, but it was a white mink.

Its small eyes were as bright as black diamonds, and it looked at the group of people curiously.

"Squeak——!" The wooden door was opened, and a middle-aged man with a thoughtful face and a lazy expression slowly walked out and yawned: "Xiao Huang, what's the matter? Are you disturbing my dream!"

Huang Jiye showed a silly smile: "Uncle Meng, I want to trouble Lightning to go out."

"Are you chasing someone again?" The middle-aged man with a thoughtful face sighed: "Are there traitors again?"

"...Yes." Huang Jiye said embarrassedly: "Uncle Meng, there is a little girl who wants to send a message to the outside world. It has been six years since she joined the sect. Alas...now it is really that the Taoist is one foot taller and the devil is taller. These malicious guys are getting more and more powerful!”

"Okay, bring it." The middle-aged man didn't want to listen to him anymore, so he came to the fence and stretched out his hand.

Huang Jiye took out a small bottle from his arms and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The small porcelain bottle is only the size of a little finger, pure white in color, and has no pattern on it.

The middle-aged man opened the cork and let out a soft whistle.

The white ferret who was looking at everyone curiously flashed, turned into a white light and stopped on his shoulder, then jumped forward along his arm to the small porcelain bottle, shrugged his nose, then squeaked, and covered his nose. .

Everyone could feel the look of disgust on its face.

It seems that the smell is too bad.

The middle-aged man smiled and touched it, then pointed at Huang Jiye.

The white ferret turned into a white light and shot out.

The middle-aged man hummed: "Follow me, protect my lightning, don't let anyone get hurt!"

"Uncle Meng, don't worry!" Huang Jiye smiled hurriedly.

He hurriedly made a fist, turned around and chased Bai Mao.

The speed of White Marten was as fast as lightning, and everyone used Qinggong to gallop as fast as they could, but finally arrived in front of the Bihan Pond.

Huang Jiye frowned.

The white ferret suddenly stopped behind a mediocre-looking young man.

In front of Bihan Pond, there is a circle of Tianhai Sword Sect disciples, all standing with swords in their hands, about ten meters apart from each other.

This plain-looking young man is one of the men on guard with a sword. He is looking around intently with a vigilant expression.

When the white ferret came behind him, he turned around and saw the white ferret.

The white ferret squeaked, then dodged and shot into the distance.

Huang Jiye came to this mediocre-looking young man and said coldly: "Peng Xiang, it turns out to be you!"

Peng Xiang, a mediocre young man, looked at Huang Jiye with confusion on his face: "Uncle Huang, is this...?"

"You took Zhou Xiang away, right?!" Huang Jiye shouted in a deep voice, "Why would you do such a thing?!"

"Uncle Huang, what is it?" Peng Xiang looked confused and confused: "What did I do?"

"Hey, you pretend to be so good, no wonder you can hide it from everyone." Huang Jiye sneered again and again: "It's a pity that you can't hide our secret method!"

He waved his hand: "Tie him up!"

"Yes!" The four young men who were guarding Zhou Xiang rushed forward to restrain Peng Xiang.

Peng Xiang was unwilling to be subdued, and hurriedly took a step back, breaking away from the four of them, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Huang, what on earth is going on!"

"We'll catch you later!" Huang Jiye shouted: "There's no point in resisting. How many people can you deal with?...Besides, even if you can escape, where can you escape to? Run away from Bitan Island ?”

Peng Xiang's face darkened, he turned to look at the four people rushing over, suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath and stabbed the four people.

The four of them didn't expect that he would dare to resist, so they hurriedly drew their swords to meet him, but found that Peng Xiang's swordsmanship was so sharp, and they were instantly stabbed in the shoulder and could only retreat.

"How brave!" Huang Jiye shouted.

He rushed towards Peng Xiang, but was forced by Peng Xiang's sword light.

Huang Jiye originally didn't want to draw his sword. To deal with a junior and a master, two palms were enough.

Unexpectedly, Peng Xiang's swordsmanship was so exquisite that he was so hurriedly unsheathing his sword.

But Peng Xiang had already escaped.

"Chasing——!" Huang Jiye glared at the stunned people around him: "They are all dead!"

Everyone hurriedly chased Peng Xiang.

Fakong smiled.

Zhou Xiang stood beside him, looked at him doubtfully, and said in his heart: "This Senior Brother Peng..."

“Like you, he is also a secret spy, but he is Dayong’s secret spy.” Fakong smiled in her heart.