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Lin Qinghe entered Qilin's mountain gate and rushed all the way to the Jianzong hall, followed by a few panic-stricken little sword cultivators, but no one dared to stop him.

Xiao Fan rushed over first, and quickly saluted him: "Forgive the tiger, it's morning class, I failed to report in time, and neglected the tiger, please don't blame me."

Lin Qinghe sat in their guest seat, and the white cat stood behind him, lowering his head and not even daring to look at it.

Lin Qinghe sneered: "Your faction is so arrogant, send a disciple to dismiss me?"

Xiao Fan hurriedly replied: "The tiger has misunderstood, and has already sent someone to invite the suzerain. The suzerain has been in seclusion for a long time, so it is late."

Lin Qinghe looked at him with cold eyes: "Okay - what's your name?"

Xiao Fan cupped his hands: "Junior Xiao Fan, the great disciple of the Sword Sect."

Lin Qinghe laughed: "It's just right, I'm from the South China Sea, and your suzerain is not easy to invite, so I'll ask you a few questions first."

Xiao Fan lowered his head: "Tiger, please tell me."

Lin Qinghe casually pointed in one direction: "Is the South China Sea under the jurisdiction of Jianzong now?"

Xiao Fan said: "Yes."

Lin Qinghe asked again: "How much do you know about the chaos in the South China Sea? Let's hear it."

Xiao Fan cupped his hands and said: "Tiger wait a moment, Nanhai has always had disciples stationed there, and they will report to Qilin Mountain every month, and this month's information will not be known until tomorrow, so I will send someone to send a letter to investigate."

Lin Qinghe snorted: "No need."

He stood up: "It seems that Jianzong's information transmission is really too old. Whether the gears are rusted or replaced with other parts, I have to read it myself to know."

Xiao Fan knew that something serious must have happened, but right now he didn't dare to ask, and his back was sweating anxiously.

Xiao Fan said again: "Sit down for a while, the suzerain will arrive soon."

Lin Qinghe raised his foot and walked out: "Why are you sitting? If I don't invite you personally, will I still be able to see your suzerain today?"

Not long after he finished speaking, a man wearing a jade crown walked in at the door and saluted him: "Forgive me for keeping the tiger waiting for so long."

Lin Qinghe turned around and sat back, without even looking him in the eye: "The suzerain finished the retreat?"

Xiao Yuanwen was only 28 years old when he took the position of suzerain, and now he is in his 30s, so he is very young for this position.

Rumor has it that the suzerain is so cowardly, he seems to be no different from those ignorant and incompetent children of aristocratic families.

But the suzerain stood in front of Linyun Mountain Lord without a hint of timidity, and even pretended to be inappropriate for basic respect, his eyes were full of pride and self-sufficiency, and his tone was not very apologetic.

Xiao Yuanwen came in and stood still in front of him, calmly said: "Tiger must have come here for the South China Sea incident, I have heard about it just now, please don't rush to get angry, the incident happened suddenly, and I haven't had time to arrange it .”

Lin Qinghe really laughed angrily at his accusation: "The incident happened suddenly? I received the news three days ago. When I went to the village along the South China Sea, almost everyone went to the empty house. I would like to ask the suzerain to explain how long it will not happen suddenly." ?”

Xiao Yuanwen replied unhurriedly: "A few days ago, the South China Sea was raining non-stop, and all the ships moored at the ferry were evacuated, and even the sound-transmitting birds couldn't fly over, so the news is a bit late."

Lin Qinghe snorted coldly: "It sounds like I made trouble for no reason."

Xiao Yuanwen cupped his hands lukewarmly: "Don't dare."

Lin Qinghe laughed: "Where are the disciples of Jianzong staying in the South China Sea? Can't control the sea breeze or the ghosts that wreak havoc in the village?"

Xiao Yuan asked for a moment: "We must investigate."

Lin Qinghe stood up: "Please do your best - I gave the suzerain five days to clear up the monsters in the South China Sea. I was very upset when I went to sort out the mess in Taihuai a few days ago, so Jianzong should not follow in their footsteps. "

Xiao Yuanwen just bent over again: "Yes."

Lin Qinghe walked to the door, and said: "The Immortal Cangjin is coming soon, and she will help Jianzong deal with the demon disaster together."

Xiao Fan sent him out, his heart pounding, feeling that every word and every word of this tiger revealed the intent to kill, and couldn't help but wonder if the suzerain had really done something treacherous and betrayed his ancestors.

Lin Qinghe walked out with an ugly expression, and spoke only after leaving the white cat in Qilin Mountain: "Don't be angry, my lord, I don't think that suzerain is a good bird."

Lin Qinghe snorted and said nothing.

The white cat said again: "Master, I have a very strange feeling, but I can't explain the reason, but I think Qilin Mountain is very scary."

Lin Qinghe was indeed very angry at the slippery suzerain, and said: "They'd better be a little more reckless, and it would be the most troublesome to take it directly."

Seeing that he was really in a bad mood, the white cat shrank its head and dared not speak again.

Xia Wu has a house in Jiangnan, and Lin Qinghe is going to wait for Cang Jin at his place. He has settled in Jiangnan in the past, but he doesn't know if the owner is there.

Lin Qinghe was about to leave with a snap of his fingers, but the white cat cleverly changed back to its original shape and jumped into his arms, and quickly explained: "My lord, please take me with you. I'm just a cat, and I won't cause you any trouble."

Lin Qinghe glanced at her, but didn't respond.

Cang Jin arrived here the next day, and they met in Xia Wu's house, Xia Wu happened to be out with Dodder, so they didn't see each other.

As soon as Cang Jin arrived on the front foot, Cen Yu found her on the back foot, and accompanied her to Qilin Mountain.

Lin Qinghe was more concerned about the man with the knife on the back that Baimao said, but Baimao was very timid, and took Lin Qinghe as a life-saving talisman, so naturally that person didn't show his head too much.

Lin Qinghe always had a strange feeling, but he couldn't find the source.

Jiang Lizhou has been trapped in the Luo Sheng mirror for four days.

This day happened to be New Year's Eve, so there was no intention of going up and down Mingzhu Mountain to spend New Year's Eve, day and night near the maze to try their luck.

The entire Shenxiao faction is in a situation called Tian Tian Ying.

He knew that it was useless to just search for such a thing, but the Taoist priest who went to Linyun Mountain to find Lin Qinghe didn't even go to the foot of Linyun Mountain, and was almost wiped out by the overwhelming death on the spot.

After four days, everyone was basically in despair. A normal person would have lost his soul for nine days without eating or drinking for four days, not to mention that Jiang Lizhou was still half-dead as Tang Chen said.

In fact, everyone is exhausted physically and mentally. Every time they think that there is no hope, but they think about looking for it again. In case, they can't just throw him away so easily.

Shi Huan went out to look for it again and again, these days he hardly closed his eyes, wishing he could break into Luo Shengjing, but the maze was broken, and there was no trace of the entrance of Luo Shengjing.

"It's the fifth day."

Shi Huan was forced to rest for a while, and took his junior down the mountain again in the evening.

They searched for two hours in the place they had searched countless times.

Seeing that they couldn't hold on anymore, Shi Huan told them to go back first, those few dared to let him outside, so he searched again.

There was still some light in the sky when they went down the mountain, but by now it was so dark that it was almost impossible to see anything.

Shi Huan blew on a torch, and the night wind was very cool, his face was reflected in the gentle light of the fire, but he looked even more dejected.

He said, "Let's go."

They had just walked a few steps when a little Taoist shouted, "Brother! Okay... there seems to be some noise."

Shi Huan's eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly: "Where?"

Before the little Taoist could speak, there was another slight rustling sound from the decaying grass not far away.

Shi Huan walked over slowly holding his breath, and gestured for them not to move.

His heart was about to jump out, he thought, maybe it was a feral cat.

Deep down in his heart, he was praying crazily.

He moved closer to the grass and brushed aside the thick, drooping long grass.

The light of the fire was sent forward slowly.

Shi Huan's tears fell down.

"Come here!"

His voice changed.

With his hands shaking non-stop, he handed the fire folder to the person next to him, went to check the breath of the person in front of him, and breathed out a long breath as if he lost his strength when he felt the faint breath.

Shi Huan checked his injuries while taking a deep breath, and several people carefully took him back together.

Mingzhushan is brightly lit all night.

The wounds on Jiang Lizhou's body were all festered. Broken arrows and rotting flesh were mixed together, and gravel was embedded in the flesh on his back. Only by cutting off the rotting flesh bit by bit could he treat the wound.

While crying, Shi Lian wanted to feed him the boiled ginseng soup.

But he clenched his teeth too tightly, like a stiff dead man, only his body scalding from high fever made people feel that he was still alive. He didn't dare to make a move.

There is also a doctor on Mingzhu Mountain, but he is rarely used, so this time he went to invite him from the house.

People in Jiang Li's boat house ran in and out, and all the clothes on his body were cut off bit by bit—flesh, flesh and cloth were stuck together.

The doctor looked at his wound and sighed, and said, "Bring the jug next to him."

Shi Huan quickly handed it over.

The doctor said again, "Can you pour this into him?"

Shi Lian wiped away tears: "The ginseng soup is all leaked, I can't feed it at all..."

The doctor said: "This is medicinal wine. I will cut off the carrion from his body later. Drinking a little will not cause too much pain. If you can't pour it in, just..."

"I...I'll try again..." Shi Lian shook his hands again to pry his teeth.

Shi Yun gritted his teeth and hit the acupuncture points on the back of his neck twice.

Shi Lian was surprised to find that his mouth was slightly opened, and hurriedly took the opportunity to pour medicine into it—it still leaked out along his chin.

Shi Lian was about to cry again.

The doctor waved them away: "Come on, it won't be a pain if you delay."

He started with the gravel stuck on Jiang Lizhou's back, and basins of blood flowed out, and the hands of several people were shaking uncomfortably just by changing the water constantly.

Jiang Lizhou didn't respond at first, but then it may have been in severe pain, and he began to struggle unconsciously, his forehead was covered with sweat.

The doctor quickly opened his chin and stuffed a piece of cotton cloth into it: "You two, come and hold him down, and make sure that the things in your mouth don't fall off, otherwise it will be another tragedy if you bite your tongue."

Jiang Lizhou woke up in pain.

Seeing him open his eyes, Shi Lian hurriedly called out, "Wake up, where's the medicinal wine? Give him some!"

Jiang Lizhou hardly felt anything except severe pain, he couldn't see anything, and his ears were buzzing.

He unconsciously opened his mouth and drank what was handed over to him, the doctor raised his knife and dropped it without any ambiguity at all, and he didn't care whether the medicine worked or not.

Jiang Lizhou was still trembling in pain, and subconsciously bumped his head against the front bedpost.

Shi Lian hurried to protect him and shouted, "Wait a minute! Why is my senior brother still in so much pain!""

The doctor looked surprised: "The effect of the medicinal wine has not come up, it will be fine after a while."

Shi Huan was also covered in sweat: "Then we'll see again later... everyone is awake, it hurts too much."

The doctor didn't stop his hands, and the part on the back was even more horrible, and he had already started to sew it up.

Jiang Lizhou didn't know if it was the effect of the medicinal wine, or if he passed out from the pain, and nothing happened.

Shi Lian burst into tears again: "What's going on here?"

The doctor didn't even raise his eyelids: "Stop yelling, you won't die—the real trouble hasn't come yet, it's too early to cry."