How many times the group portrait is spring

The most troublesome thing about this disaster in the south of the Yangtze River is that the missing people are not alive or dead. Although careful inspection reveals their similarities, they are all young men with modest cultivation. They had been to Wanhualou before disappearing.

But if they can't find anyone, they won't be able to seal Wanhualou, so they can only worry.

This dragged on until the day of the Jiangnan Oiran Grand Meeting.

"Master, the man has been found."

"Where?"

"By the lake in the western suburbs, it's just that...all of them have become mummies." Mo Lingyun, who had been busy for several days, hesitated to speak, and Lin Wuduan went straight to the destination with his sword upside down.

The dried out corpses were not terrible, and the faces of these dead people could even be called peaceful, and no scars could be seen just by looking at the surface.

Lin Wuduan's face sank like water, and he lifted the branches to turn over the corpses. These people died of exhaustion. There was no trace of evil spirit on their bodies, and there was no trace of spiritual power, only a faint fragrance of fat and powder remained.

They went in the wrong direction from the beginning, and it wasn't the demon who caused the disaster, but the demon cultivator!

"go!"

The oiran festival was not affected by this disaster in the slightest, and the girls waiting for the night to participate in the election had already started to dress up.

Chunqiu wiped the lip balm by himself, and when he was holding the hairpin in his hair with one hand, he heard the message from the maid: "Palace Master, the place where the corpse was hidden was discovered by those Taoist priests."

A trace of disdain flashed in Chunqiu's eyes, and she smoothed her hair in her hand, she said lightly: "I found out, I found out, although I don't like the smell of Daoist disciples, but if they dare to come, I will kill them together. "

She didn't intend to hide herself from the beginning, but this group of monks abided by etiquette, and they dared not ask her until they found evidence.

The girl in the bronze mirror has an exquisite face. The earrings with red tassels are fixed on her ears, and the flowers between her brows look more and more charming. The only regret is that the eyes that should be charming are not at all emotional.

"What about the people of Xuantianzong, whoever dares to hinder me will die."

At night, the boats and boats drifted with the water, and the river banks were lit up with lanterns. The singing, dancing and music were loud, and the people watching the ceremony stood on both sides of the river. The oiran festival was as lively as ever.

There are many flower boats on the river, and the most magnificent ones are in the tens of Wanhualou. At a glance, you can see the girls in Wanhualou spinning and dancing on the deck.

The leading girl in red is holding the zither, half of her face is covered by tulle, and she can be seen at a glance as the spring and autumn girl who is most expected to win the championship in Wanhualou this year.

When the crowd was fascinated by this drunkenness, Lin Wuduan was leading people trying to squeeze in through the crowd, and Mo Lingyun was also rushing to the center protecting Jingrong.

Originally, Jing Rong didn't intend to show up, but after hearing Mo Lingyun describe the situation of the mummy, he decided to go there himself.

Chunqiu plucked the strings of the zither, and his spiritual sense explored the changes in the crowd within a few miles. His originally stable expression became turbulent when his divine sense touched the man in the bamboo hat and the man in black beside him.

"No." Chunqiu whispered.

"Girl?" the maid leaned over and asked.

"It shouldn't be..." Chunqiu seemed to be talking to himself, and then he laughed softly: "I'm afraid I'm really going to be stopped today."

After that, she lazily lay back on the chair, watching the flower boats slowly passing by on the river, "I want to see if they have the ability to keep me."

The first one to arrive was not the person who gave her a headache, but the dazed young Taoist priest. This little Taoist priest is really stupid in doing things. What does it mean to step on the tip of the boat with a sword in hand?

"You'd better catch it with your hands." The Taoist priest wore a smoky green Taoist robe, his face so dark that ink dripped from his face.

As more and more monks rushed over, the girls on the boat were frightened and screamed endlessly, and there was a commotion on the shore, and they all stared at their flower boat.

Chunqiu didn't even bother to adjust her sitting posture, she looked at Lin Wuduan with a half-smile, "What are you talking about, a good oiran contest, is it possible that the Taoist leader wants to snatch someone in full view?"

"Now that the evidence is convincing, do you still want to argue?" Lin Wudu knew that he was not old enough to argue, so he went straight to the point.

"So, you want to catch me?" Chunqiu leaned over, obviously looking at each other with one high and one low, but she gave Lin Wuduan a sense of oppression.

"If you do something wrong, you will naturally be punished."

"That depends on whether you have the ability." Chunqiu pulled out the hairpin, and the soft sword instantly transformed into his hand, Lin Wuduan was the first to suffer from her attack.

The red figure was still able to do a job well under the siege of more than ten people, her lazy expression did not even change, and the corners of her lips curved when the sword edge cut Lin Wudu's hair: "In terms of seniority, you still have to call me ancestor."

Teasing, naked teasing.

The disciples of their Qingyue Peak have worked hard for many years, and they can be called outstanding rookies in the cultivation world, but now they are easily teased by a witch, and even with the help of the chief disciple, they can't take her down.

Xu had played enough, Chunqiu's sword became sharper, and the sword went straight to the gate of life in front of him.

Lin Wuduan's pupils shrank, and he felt that he might not be able to dodge this sword, let alone block it.

"Senior, be merciful with the sword." A black figure reversed the sword's momentum for him, Chunqiu then retreated, and the soft sword in his hand turned back into a hairpin again and fell into her hand.

"Why, you also want to stop me?" Chunqiu touched the tassels beside his ears, the determination in his eyes did not fade.

Mo Lingyun pursed his lips and made sure that he would not reveal half a weak syllable. He felt that he was not the opponent in front of him, but he still had to bear in mind Master's instructions, and pretended to be calm: "This junior has no such intentions, but my teacher has something to say, I hope senior can let me, a disciple of Xuantian Sect, go."

The crowd in the distance couldn't hear what was said on the boat, they only knew that they were caught in an argument, but if they heard Mo Lingyun's words to let the disciples of Xuantianzong go, they might be shocked.

It has always been only the disciples of Xuantianzong who let others go, so there is no time for them to let others go.

Chunqiu took off her veil, and smiled at Mo Lingyun: "It's not impossible to give you a little face, but."

She suddenly changed her gaze, and landed in the direction of Jing Rong, the crowd on the bank.

Jing Rong's expression didn't change, he bowed to Chunqiu Yaoyao and said: "If senior wants to fight, Jing Rong will accompany him at any time, but the disciples of my sect are only following orders, and I hope senior will hold his hand high."

The communication between the two was very short, before Lin Wuduan could react, the gauze on the bamboo hat fell back to its original position, Chunqiu also looked away, looked at her pointing at Dan Kou and said: "I will give you this face. "

Mo Lingyun heaved a sigh of relief, and just took two steps back when Chunqiu flipped his sleeves in front of him, and she was no longer on the boat.

"Wait..." Lin Wuduan wanted to say something, but Mo Lingyun hurriedly covered his mouth, and said with a bitter face, "Uncle, stop talking!"

"She is a demon cultivator..." Lin Wuyuan was puzzled and refused to accept it.

"But Master has an order not to argue with her again!" Mo Lingyun hurriedly answered.

"Senior brother?" Lin Wuduan was a little skeptical, since Jing Rong had never contacted him, how could Mo Lingyun have become a senior brother with orders.

"If you don't believe me, wait until you go back to the inn to send a message to him." Mo Lingyun shook his hand, bad, bad, his paw was numb, he didn't dare to rub his hand just now to maintain his momentum, now it's sore and numb.

Mo Lingyun felt that he was wronged, he was just a qi trainer, why did he squeeze into the fight of the big bosses, although it was only a few minutes, but Chunqiu's aura really oppressed him.

Lin Wuduan also felt that he was wronged, and finally found evidence to arrest this witch, why did the senior brother let him go.

When Xunyu Unicom connected the screen, his senior brother Jing Rong was still that otherworldly, with his junior brother Zhelan standing beside him.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother Zhelan." Lin Wuduan arched his hands and sighed unconsciously, "This trip to the south of the Yangtze River has not solved the source of the disaster."

"Senior brother, don't be discouraged." Ning Qing said in a gentle tone.

"Wandao League miscalculated this matter, and it has nothing to do with you." Jing Rong was much colder, but he kept talking like this, and Lin Wuduan didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Miscalculation?"

"This person's cultivation base is higher than Yuanying, you can't solve it." Jing Rong is worthy of being Jing Rong, who can be so calm when mentioning Yuanying's power.

"Yuanying?!" Lin Wuduan was taken aback for a moment, couldn't see it at all? ? ?

"Brother, do you still remember her name?" Ning Qing answered.

"She said her name is Chunqiu, but it's probably a fake name." Lin Wuduan was even more discouraged now, because what he tried to catch before was Yuanying Patriarch...

"Not necessarily." Ning Qing's expression did not change, and he paused word by word: "In ancient times, there was a surname called Chunqiu, Wuji Palace was destroyed, and there was one daughter left, Chunqiu was eleven."

"Zhelan, don't jump to conclusions." Jing Rong's eyes darkened. Thousands of years ago, when the two races fought between humans and demons, the seniors and the rookies who cultivated the world almost lost their lives and injuries in exchange for the victory in favor of the human race. The announcement of the extermination of the demon clan a few years ago brought the final chapter to this thousand-year struggle.

In fact, not only the demon clan, but also the demon cultivators were involved in this battle. The Promise Palace was the number one demon cultivator force thousands of years ago. At that time, the suzerain Xuantianzong led the team, with the help of the sword fairy Li Zhifeng, which won the battle between the two forces of good and evil The sword fairy Li Zhifeng also disappeared after that, while the Wuji Palace only escaped from the palace lord's young daughter Chunqiu Shiyi.

These secrets are not known to outsiders, and Zong Zhi has only mentioned them in a few words. If what Ning Qing said is true, then this matter will become troublesome.

"Who knows." Ning Qing seemed to be talking to herself.

After disconnecting Xunyu's connection, Jing Rong let out a low sigh: "Fortunately, my soul is in the south of the Yangtze River this time. What that girl did is definitely not simple."

"Wuji Palace has recuperated for many years, and Qianjiu Palace has long taken the name of the number one demon cultivator. Now we have to guard against it more, it should be Qianjiu Palace." Ning Qing said methodically, "And the Qianjiu Palace forces Change, the original palace master Yan Qi was obsessed with the art of longevity, but it is easy to deal with, I heard that the new young palace master is not a good character to get along with."

"Understood." Jing Rong closed his eyes and asked again: "Master Jiuchen has returned to the sect?"

"Master arrived yesterday." Ning Qing didn't have any mood swings. He was Ning Jiuchen's personal disciple, but later Ning Jiuchen made an exception and accepted Yun Jing. His original direct disciple could only call him Master, not Master.

Not only in the human world, but also in the realm of comprehension, there are strict rules of etiquette. Those of the orthodox sect of comprehension can only accept one direct disciple in their life, and respect the master as master. After that, disciples can only call master as master. If the direct disciple dies, there will be other etiquettes .

Xuantianzong's regulations are more stringent. If you want to accept direct disciples, you have to be behind the golden core. Ning Qing is now at the middle stage of the golden core, but he has never thought about accepting disciples. To a person, a person who can no longer be his apprentice.

Ning Jiuchen also pointed out a few disciples with good qualifications to him, but Ning Qing only looked at him and smiled, and was punished to kneel at the entrance of the hall again.

The relationship between the two masters and apprentices has always been bad, and it was even worse after the disaster 11 years ago. Fortunately, Ning Jiuchen was not in the sect all the year round, which also avoided many conflicts between the master and apprentice.

"So you arrived yesterday?" Jing Rong was taken aback, he didn't expect Ning Jiuchen to come back so soon.

"But this morning he left the sect with disciples from the Discipline Hall." Ning Qing added, "Master said he was looking for a secret place, which may be left behind by Da Neng's hidden treasure. He wants to take people to investigate."

"it is good."