Relief

Yonglan holds a steamed bun in her mouth, wears one sleeve as she walks, looks sleepy and squeezes into the companions who are looking at the creek.

"There is a little inconspicuous red in the wet moss on the pebbles." The eyes with the best eyes in Xiaoyunwei lay on the shore.

Yanmen bent down: "Isn't it a blade of grass?"

"It's not like," said the mustard, "it's a dye that's put on moss."

Yong Lan took a bite of the steamed bun, turned his head to look for a gap, and Ning Wu helped him pull up the neckline: "Do you need me to give you a punch to wake you up? You don't look like you can complete the job that the boss told you .”

The cool breeze can't clear up Yonglan's mind, the fresh breath of moss flowers and grass leaves makes ordinary people uplifted, but it makes Yonglan drowsy.He was used to lying down instead of standing up, and there was no place for him to sleep on the tiles in the dormitory area. The boss drove him out of the mountain gate with a swipe of his pen to participate in the search for missing persons.

Yanmen is the youngest among the guards, but he is the most like a leader. When Jing Busheng is not around, he is the one who imitates sister Jing's tone the most.

"Look carefully, don't miss this clue. Boss came to Huangren Ridge not as a guest but as a helper. We must use it, understand?"

"Understood," Shijie teasingly lifted Yanmen's chin, "little boss lady."

They sometimes call Jing Busheng the boss, and jokingly call him the little boss lady when molesting Yanmen.

The patrol guards became stricter and stricter. Lu Hui didn't dare to let the disciples of the master's school take risks to patrol the mountain. The Yueguan Mountain was extremely mobile, and he didn't bother to see people hesitate and entangle, so he simply sent Xiaoyun Guard.

"Who will take over our shift at that moment?" Yong Lan asked lazily, "You won't let us continue until we find someone?"

"Let's talk about it later." Yanmen perfunctory.

They patrolled the upper reaches of the stream along an imperceptible strand of dark red stuck in the moss, and the 12 people went to different upper reaches according to the water flow.

Some trickles hide under the rotting leaves, turn into the roots of the trees, and disappear soon.Yong Lan supported her knees, unable to straighten her back: "How can I find this? It's broken again."

Ning Wu and Yanmen are in his group.Ning Wu said: "If this one is broken, find the next one."

A call came from the woods to the east.The three of them rushed towards the source of the sound, and joined other groups on the way.

It was Shige who found the clue, but without his guidance, everyone found the problem——

There is a narrow gap between two rocks on the slope, and the trickle of water seeping from the upper reaches is dull red.

They caught up with the good times.

The Modi River of the Qingshui River does not always have strange red currents, and sometimes it may not be seen once in two or three days. This is one of the reasons why the disciples in the early search of Huangren Ridge could not find the source of the red current.

The red water was as dim as old human blood, flowing through the moss-green wet mud as if nothing had happened. The scene was paradoxical, and no one could make a sound for a moment.

Shijiao squatted by the rock, leaned his head over and sniffed: "It smells fishy."

Everyone's expressions changed.Not only is it the color of human blood, but it also smells like...

But both Boss Yue and Third Master Wu said that the blood that flows in the Red River is not human blood.

"What should I do?" Ning Wu asked, "Should we smash the rock to see what's inside?"

"What if we startle the snake?" Yanmen was slightly worried, "They were locked up by Feng Jing, they didn't disappear normally..."

"Call someone, let the boss make up his mind." Yong Lan said.

The guards made a way to either side.

"Let me do it."

Yonglan turned around.With both hands empty, Xie Zhixu picked up a three-finger-thick wooden stick with a calm expression.

Yonglan also makes way for him.

This young man seemed to have changed a lot from the first time he met him in the Baixue Tower. At that time, he fell down under the cliff of the huge Han River building with a delphinium stalk in his mouth. The young man politely interrupted him. I walked over to him, politely and cautiously, and asked him where he picked the blue flowers at random.

It was a camouflaged shell, and now the cheetah, which had been imprisoned in chains for a long time, poked out its sharp claws.

The dead wooden stick was stabbed between the rocks with the backhand, and it was as hard as a steel bar iron ruler in Xie Zhixu's hand, which was a symbol of the smooth operation of internal force, and he didn't even raise his eyebrows, a storm of restraint was brewing in his eyes, and the next moment the stone collapsed ground crack.

wow.

wow.

The sound of running water was not loud, but it echoed on the walls of the dome, but it was extremely clear.

Feng Zhichang hung his hands above his head, his clothes were stripped clean, he knew how embarrassed he looked without looking at him, the wooden leg was used by the man to vent his anger and smashed into sawdust.He's been too careless recently, and unexpectedly fell into this situation.

All my energy was taken away by that kid, so I agreed to Xiang Heng's invitation unpreparedly, and even acquiesced that Tang Yu didn't have to follow, even without realizing it, I imagined the expression on the kid's face after Tang Yu returned to the courtyard alone.This kind of anger is full of twisted and happy emotions.

Feng Zhichang tilted his head slightly so that he could cough up blood and foam in his throat.

It's disgusting.

There was no light at all in the tomb, and the man would take all the candles with him every time he left.The darkness became a fig leaf, slightly comforting Feng Zhichang's downfall.

He heard the clanging of soldiers by the underground river, and knew that another prisoner was making a distress signal again.

what's the function?Feng Zhichang thought wearily, so this is the origin of the Red River, but no one outside could guess where it came from.It's better to pray that I can successfully plant the poison into Tang Haifeng's body.

Tang Haifeng was born in the Tang family, and he has known Fengzhichang for a long time. He is not Zhou Cai or Ximenlang, and he treats Fengzhichang very cautiously.Tang Haifeng knew that Feng Zhichang would not speak no matter what the situation was, he did so just to prevent him from hiding poison in his mouth.Feng Zhichang may hide deadly poison everywhere on his body.

The voice of the fellow sufferer coughing echoed in the air.He hadn't been tortured or ill-treated, but he was old, and it was cold in the tomb. He had been imprisoned for a long time, and his body couldn't take it anymore.

When Feng knew that Chang was unlucky and was imprisoned here, his fellow sufferers told him that this place was located directly under the wooden ridge of the tomb, not far from Huangren Ridge, but don't think that someone can find it, because only one person in the entire sect still remembers this place.This person's surname is Zhu, and his name is similar to that of the friend in difficulty himself.

Tch... Feng Zhichang didn't say a word, but silently spat in his heart.

The laughter of the sufferer was also like a cough, without any vitality: "Don't be discouraged, it is not completely lifeless. It is also a rare opportunity to visit here and see these forgotten swords in Huangrenling."

Under the wooden ridge of the tomb is the Sword Tomb of Huangrenling.

In the third year of Qianxing, Feng Jing first arrived at Huangrenling with Shangming who supervised the manufacture of weapons. His first move was to lay off the craftsmen who made miscellaneous weapons except swords, spears and halberds.These abandoned craftsmen left Huangren Ridge, but failed to leave Tomb Ridge, and together with their works became ghosts under the tree.

Every time Tang Haifeng enters the tomb with a candle, the area lit by the candlelight is full of messy piles of weapons. The steel has been corroded, and it is immersed in the underground river to wash off layers of dark red rust spots, and the rusty water flows out of the tomb. , it converged into the Red River.

The floor tile felt the vibration of someone approaching.

Feng Zhi often opened his eyes, and he never refused to face up to the situation of defeat.The bricks of the tomb door were moved, and Tang Haifeng came in with a lampstand.The light and shadow passed across the underground river without stopping, the old man was chained to his ankles, coughed so loudly, his face was ashen, but Tang Haifeng, as if he had never heard of it, approached Feng Zhichang, and the hot flames were eager to try beside Feng Zhichang's pale cheeks .

"Mr. Feng, no, I should call you Elder Feng." Tang Haifeng licked the bruise on Feng Zhichang's chest with evil eyes. You are a murderous devil, how did you deceive everyone's eyes?"

Before you start, you have to talk a lot about Rory.

Unrefined guy.Feng Zhichang's light-colored pupils looked indifferent.

Tang Haifeng stared into his eyes and laughed angrily: "Pretending is really what you are best at. Let me see how long you can pretend."

The sharp blade of the blood abacus cut scattered scars on the inner thigh.

Zhu Dexiang coughed violently, he no longer tried to break free from the chain, and stopped weakly: "Stop it, you're devastated..."

The powerless words dissipated quickly, not even the dust floating in the cold air was disturbed.

The meridian connects to the heart, and the cut on the leg quickly burned to the back of the heart, and the tingling pain made Feng Zhi often press the back of his head against the wall.

This pair of lips and teeth clenched, humiliated and painful, but forcibly endured.Tang Haifeng's goosebumps stood up, he pulled out the bloody abacus, wiped off the blood on Feng Zhichang's thin skin, and showed him the new messy marks on the dagger.

"As expected of a weapon that has been included in the magic weapon book," Tang Haifeng trembled with excitement, "I plan to use your blood to wash it into a red training sword. What's the idea!"

Panting hard out of teeth.The light and shadow made Feng Zhichang's face fall into a trance of dying. He was born very well, and the eyebrows and eyes inherited from his mother bloomed with shocking beauty when he was weak. Beauty is crushed in his own hands.

Tang Haifeng had never noticed before, Fengzhi often has such a blood-pulsing side.

"Where did you come from..." He approached, breathing on the bridge of Fengzhichang's nose, and saw his own face clearly reflected in Fengzhichang's glass-like eyes—reflecting the shadow of the person behind him.

Tang Haifeng turned back abruptly—before he had time to look back, he was grabbed by the hair by the person who sneaked in like a ghost, and dragged him backwards away from Feng Zhichang like a sack.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The hair was ripped from the scalp by the roots!That man's hands are like iron tongs!

The piercing pain made Tang Haifeng unable to get up at all, so he stabbed the blood abacus at the hands above his head with his backhand.But the hand bone he hit was as hard as steel, and the man easily divided his wrist bone by mistake, kicking his side with a kick weighing more than a thousand catties, and Tang Haifeng's eyes turned white immediately.

The surprise attack removed Tang Haifeng's only defensive power, and he could only be at the mercy of others. The man's fists like a torrent of boulders hit him on the face, picking out the eye sockets and temples.

"Who is it! Who is it!"

The next punch smashed Tang Haifeng's nose bone, and another punch knocked out half of his front teeth.

The figure of that person appeared in Tang Haifeng's blurred vision - "Xie Jinghui! Chief Feng will not let the person Wang Xiang wants to kill!!"

"Oh?" Xie Zhixu said blankly, "You still know this name."

Xie Zhixu grabbed Tang Haifeng's neckline and let the back of Tang Haifeng's head hang about an inch above the rough rocky ground.

"Then how can I let you live?"

Thank you Zhixu said coldly.

Tang Haifeng's head splashed out mixed red and white dirt in his hand.

The faint flame was dying, and the vault of the tomb was mostly buried in shadow.The underground river flows through the tomb, and the rust is mixed with real blood.

Xie Zhixu dropped Tang Haifeng's body like a disgusting bug.

Zhu Dexiang's anklet rattled, and he wanted to approach Xie Zhixu: "Which disciple are you? Has the sect found this place yet? Cough cough cough..." But he stopped halfway, His rich experience made him keenly aware of the dangerous temperament in this person, which was different from that of the disciples of the sect.

If he hadn't killed Tang Haifeng, Zhu Dexiang would have regarded him as an accomplice of the murderer.

Xie Zhixu ignored Zhu Dexiang.

He pinched Feng Zhichang's weakly drooping chin, and Feng Zhichang's white lips fell on the bottom of his eyes, which was the distance for kissing.

Feng Zhi curled up his fingers often bound in iron cuffs, and heard Xie Zhixu's deep voice ringing in his ears:

"Did I tell you not to run around?"

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