How many times the group portrait is spring

Mo Lingyun's wild fungus poisoning did not delay their trip, and everything was not much different when they returned to Lingxiao Peak, except that the black-bone chickens that Mo Lingyun raised loosely in the pine forest were hatching chicks, and they were happily scurrying through the forest.

But Jing Rong was not able to relax, and before his stool was warmed up, someone delivered an urgent message, saying that it was lightly opened by the young suzerain, and there were two vertical words in it: To save Lin Wuduan, the East Realm Wuji Palace.

The letter was burnt after reading it, Jing Rong's eyes froze, and he asked again: "How long has it been since I haven't come back for no reason."

"Since Brother Wudu left the sect, there has been no news for a long time." The disciple who delivered the letter bowed.

Jing Rong tapped the table with her fingertips, "You know where he went."

"According to Brother Wuduan's original words, he said that he went down the mountain to cross people."

"Who is crossing?"

"I'm afraid it's not, let's go to the Spring and Autumn Period of Wuji Palace." Ning Qing pushed the door open, and his words made all the people present stop talking at the same time.

"I thought Senior Brother Wuduan would talk about it casually, but now he has been missing for so long..." Ning Qing's tone was lighter, and Mo Yao never thought that Lin Wuduan would be so..., his behavior, is it a reckless word? The opposite is the ancestor of the magic cultivator above the god of transformation? !

"Xun Fu said that he is in Wuji Palace." Jing Rong sighed, looking at the empty palm and unconsciously frowned, with his unreasonable stubbornness, it is not impossible to do such a thing.

"Brother, are you going?"

"go."

"After all, the Eastern Realm is the territory of the Demon Cultivator. If you want to go, you must try not to disturb other forces." Ning Qing opened his mouth after deliberation.

Jing Rong's eyes darkened slightly, "Just pretend."

"It just depends on whether other forces give us the face of Xuantianzong, especially Qianjiu Palace." Now that he has decided to fish for Lin Wudu, Ning Qing naturally has to plan carefully.

As for the Qianjiu Palace they were talking about, they are welcoming the lord back to the palace.

Yan Huai came back to heal his wounds, not to enjoy the blessings, and the masters of the three halls added a Shuhua feast to him, so he didn't want to be clean. Su Mei, the master of the Seven Killing Hall, reported to him excitedly how many pairs of thousands she had cleared. Jiugong had other thoughts, and at the end he winked and asked him if he was satisfied with the flute she sent him.

Yan Huai thought, Sumei put the pile of flutes for him, he can use it as a disposable item to see someone smash one, smash two streets and it's not finished; but Yan Huai is not interested in shaking a sleeve of flutes for Sumei on the spot. Kua Kua' her behavior, she simply replied that it was acceptable.

Su Mei, who gained the power of life and death, was very happy, and before she left, she gave Yan Huai a thumbs up, "Your Majesty, take good care of your wounds!"

The second one came was Xuan Jing, the master of the Tanlang Palace who was in charge of ruling. A strand of hair on his forehead covered half of his face, and he was holding a mirror in his hand that could be seen to be of extraordinary workmanship. This temperament really fit his name.

Xuan Jing's report is much simpler and more straightforward, except that he has to stroke the lock of hair on his forehead every time he finishes speaking, everything is quite normal.

"By the way, there are guests coming from the Promise Palace, so the lord can give you an order."

"It depends on what the Master of Wuji Palace needs." Qianjiu Palace and Wuji Palace are allies now, if something happens to Wuji Palace, they should help, the key point is to see whether the Spring and Autumn Patriarch needs their help.

"The Promise Palace's idea is to allow them to enter."

"Then let them go, and don't let them live too easily." After all, if a road is taken too easily, maybe it will make people suspicious and uncertain.

"Yes." Xuan Jing turned the fingertip mirror, his natal magic weapon can break the essence of all things in the world, and he would not use this thing to face others easily.

As soon as Xuan Jing left, Zhou Jue, the owner of the Jincuo Palace, who was in charge of money, came in. Yan Huai, who couldn't rest for a while, even suspected that the three of them came in a team, but this did not affect him to maintain an indifferent face and listen to Zhou Jue Report large financial expenditures.

Zhou Jue is really good at managing money, no one can deduct an extra coin from him, and he has to read the details of the accounts one by one, so it is impossible for someone to make false accounts from him.

Even Bianyangtian's financial power is in his hands.

With him around, Shu Huayan shouldn't expect to be greedy for a penny. Zhou Jue is showing mercy if he is not deducted from the money.

The majestic young master of Qianjiu Palace is stunned that he can live to the extent that his private house has less money than the rations of wolves raised in their palace. When he is poor and has nothing to do, Shu Huayan will go out to set up a stall to make money.

This Qianjiu Palace can control Shu Hua Yan, who spends money like water, to death, except for Yan Huai, who is Zhou Jue. He really deserves to be the master of their Jincuo Palace.

"How about checking Li Zhifeng's whereabouts?" After Zhou Jue finished reporting, Yan Huai asked, Li Zhifeng's matter was considered a very important matter in terms of what they were going to do in Qianjiu Palace.

"No news." Zhou Jue said truthfully.

"It's hidden deep enough." Yan Huai was thoughtful, Spring and Autumn Eleven didn't need to use a dead person to make a pact with them, but even Biantiantian couldn't find any news about Li Zhifeng, this person really hid deep enough of.

I don't know how long it will take before they can fulfill their agreement with Spring and Autumn Eleven.

Besides, the lord of Wuji Palace, Spring and Autumn Eleventh, was leaning on the couch folding flowers and leaves, idly asking the servants beside him, "The people of Xuantianzong have received the news."

"The talisman has been burned, and they will arrive in a few days." The maid lowered her waist, and Chunqiu pointed her chin up again, she said: "Zhu Luo, you don't have to be so humble to me. "

As a bird demon, Zhu Luo had followed her since she had never transformed into a form. In the blink of an eye, it has been with her for thousands of years.

"Zhu Luo knows." It always answered like this, and it never did it.

Chunqiu closed her eyes, she really got a headache from Lin Wuduan's argument, if she hadn't been interested in the lives of Xuantianzong people other than Li Zhifeng, she would have killed Lin Wuduan first.

How dare this kid run to the gate of Wuji Palace and say he wants to ferry her?Don't die or what?

Chunqiu originally planned to throw him into the dungeon to let him know his mistake, but he didn't know that this stupid Taoist priest was beaten a few times, and he would call her out every day in the dungeon.

"Miss Chunqiu, I know that you are kind in nature, but you just went astray for a while."

"Stayed in for a while? Do you know who I am? The ancestor of the demon cultivator, Spring and Autumn Eleven."

"You must have been a good person before!" Lin Wuyuan didn't care.

Chunqiu laughed back angrily, "See who I am?!"

"I know who you are, and I believe I can bring you back on the right path." Lin Wudu vowed.

Talking to this Taoist priest was like a short lifespan. Chunqiu waved, and a dungeon guard came over immediately. She didn't look at Lin Wuduan, and pointed to the lock of the dungeon directly.

"Throw him out of me."

It's not enough to throw people out, Lin Wuduan was stunned because she had the perseverance to chant scriptures at the gate of her Wuji Palace, now it's not only Chunqiu who is bothering her, but the people of Wuji Palace.

Chunqiu, who was almost annoyed by Lin Wuduan to death, threw him back into the dungeon. The dark and humid environment couldn't wear down Lin Wuduan's fighting spirit. After several months, the guards of the dungeon almost wiped away their tears and called Lin Wuduan a warrior. .

Deeply aware that things are not going well, if Lin Wuduan is not driven away from her, most people in the Wuji Palace may rebel, Chunqiu sent Xuantianzong a letter, not because she is not firm, but because the enemy is too strong.

Chunqiu stepped into the dungeon for a long time, her footsteps were so light that she could hear the sound of dripping water in the prison, or the sound of mice scurrying across the straw mats, Lin Wuduan was locked in an empty cell in a state of embarrassment, but her eyes were amazingly bright as before .

He called her: "Miss Chunqiu, you are finally here."

"Let me tell you some good news." Chunqiu moved his fingers, and Lin Wuduan who was locked was released just like that, and the cell door opened in response.

"You finally think about it?" Lin Wudu was overjoyed.

"No, people from Xuantianzong came to save you." Chunqiu's eyes turned cold, "No one has the right to persuade me to be kind. You can't, and no one else can."

Lin Wuduan was dragged forward by spiritual power. He followed Chunqiu along a pool of blood lotus, and heard Chunqiu say coldly: "It is planted by other people's flesh and blood."

Lin Wuduan lowered his eyes, silently recited the mantra of rebirth, and was sneered at by Chunqiu in front of him: "There has been no reincarnation, what is your futile effort?"

"Everyone has a chance. It's not a matter of reincarnation." Lin Wuduan was firm. His Dao heart of crossing the common people is self-reliant, even if the Spring and Autumn Period buries him now, it will not affect it.

But in fact, Chunqiu seems to really want to bury him.

Lin Wuduan frowned unconsciously looking at the ice coffin, he was not afraid of death, even if Chunqiu killed him, wouldn't it be the same as openly provoking Xuantianzong?

"It's not good." Lin Wuduan looked at Chunqiu and shook his head, "My life and death are meaningless, but girl, you shouldn't create killing karma again."

"You are not worthy." Chunqiu said expressionlessly, "You don't have a good thing in the righteous way, so don't lie to yourself under the guise of crossing the common people."

"I'm not pretending, this is what I want to do." Lin retorted for no reason.

"Then what are you doing now?"

"Miss Du wants to be kind."

Chunqiu smiled again, not as soft and sweet as she was when she was the maid of Wanhualou, nor her disdain for Lin Wuduan's trespassing in the Wuji Palace, this smile was not happy, just like a dramatic action.

She asked him, "What are you going to use to save me?"

"I don't know, but I think I can get you through."

"Throw him out of me."

This is Lin Wuduan No. 20 who was thrown out of the Promise Palace seven times, and he was almost thrown out of his experience. In short, he probably said something wrong to make Chunqiu angry.

"I won't give up! Miss Chunqiu!" Lin Wuduan shouted at the closed gate of Wuji Palace.

No response.

Chunqiu looked at the ice coffin in front of him and was silent for a long time. There was a broken hairpin flower floating on top of the treasures in the coffin, which looked as if it was real. It was the self she buried for thousands of years ago. She couldn't die. she will not die.

She wants everyone involved in the destruction of Wuji Palace to pay the price.

She can't forget that she mistakenly believed in one person thousands of years ago to destroy their Wuji Palace, and she can't forget that Taoist Hengshuo protected Wen Yu and blocked many pursuers for her.

"Tell me, you are the same hero, Yang Ji is willing to bear the world's people for one person, why do you blame me for the world." Chunqiu's eyes became hot, and everything outside the ice coffin in the hall was shattered with his hands. She said: "This hatred has supported me for thousands of years, and none of us should think about it, Bei Xiao."