Master, he is nice and soft

Biting has not been here for so many monks for a long time. After careful calculation, it has been about four or five hundred years since the Jiang family was destroyed. At that time, he was just a kid walking around the street and grabbing candies. Now he is a monk who can guard one side. The door elder is old.

After meeting Cheng Ci, Jian Zhongqiu paid close attention to the fellow monks who were traveling together this time, only to find that in the entire team of nearly 60 people, there was not even a single person from Tang Jianmen and Pingjimen.

It is understandable that no one came to the Fengshan formation after returning to Your Excellency the Qing Dynasty, but the elder Li Mu of the Pingji Sect is still alive and dead in the Jiang family's ancestral house, and there is no one from the sect who came.Tang Jianmen has always been friends with Huiqing Pavilion, and he is also a well-known upright and righteous man in the cultivation world, so he has never seen half of the sword cultivators in Tang Jianmen's dark blue costumes.

This kind of team configuration has to make people feel something is wrong.

Even if the famous sects in the cultivation world are the most righteous teachers, there is no reason to divide up some elite troops in order to find the missing disciples of other sects. At best, most of them can only be said to be ordinary people with better physique than ordinary people and some little magic weapons.

Moreover, the ghost world has not been able to manage those wandering souls that need to be detained. From time to time, there will be grudges such as earth-bound spirits to cause trouble. The scale of the battle is already quite small.

No matter how you look at it, you can't believe it's purely for finding someone.

Jian Zhongqiu frowned all the way, the momentum around him was so shocking that the younger brothers and sisters who accompanied him this time did not dare to make more trouble, they just obediently listened to Jian Zhongqiu's arrangement and got ready to find someone in the chaos.

After setting off from Changdu for about half a day, everyone set foot on the territory of Biting under the moonlight. This time, it was Jian Zhongqiu's uncle Yanchang who acted as the leader of the monks, and the elder Guo Guanfu was going to find the garrison Biting as soon as he landed. Xiumen told them the purpose of this large wave of monks coming to Biting.

Jian Zhongqiu stopped in time: "Uncle Master!"

Guo Guan reluctantly stopped his pace, his face was a little irritable: "What's the matter, Zhong Qiu?"

Elder Yantan usually has a bad temper, but Jian Zhongqiu has followed Elder Zhuanjing through large and small occasions, so he still has some experience in how to get along with such elders.

He glanced around, Biting was just the beginning of the night at the moment, and the location where they landed happened to be in the outer suburbs some distance from the city, and only a dark and silent wilderness could be seen.

"It's getting late now, and the yang energy has decayed, and it's only two hours before Zishi."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the irritability on Guo Guan's face had already faded away, replaced by a bit of fear.

As the yang qi decays, those wandering souls and resentful spirits that were suppressed during the day will become active again. Although the area around Biting has been safe and sound, what they want to go to is the Jiang family's ancestral house.

It was the ancestral house of the Jiang family that was destroyed overnight.

The ghost knows if a wandering spirit will jump out of somewhere in the past at this time.

The touch of wandering souls does more damage to monks than to ordinary people. Ordinary people, even if their souls are not opened, even if they are passed by ordinary wandering souls, they will only feel a kind of dark wind blowing over them, but for those who have opened their souls If a good monk is not prepared in advance for being touched by a wandering soul, his spiritual energy will be in chaos, and in serious cases, his meridians will be broken by his own spiritual energy and his body will be damaged.

Guo Guan is a person who has experienced the battle between humans and ghosts, so he must have remembered this incident.

Elder Yan Tan frowned, raised his voice and said: "Everyone, it's already nighttime, there is no guarantee that there are wandering spirits in the Jiang family's ancestral house. To be on the safe side, let's wait until dawn tomorrow before entering the Jiang family's ancestral house?"

After he finished speaking, the surrounding monks discussed in a low voice for a while, and those monks with higher qualifications pressed down on the fledgling disciples in the sect to express their agreement with Guo Guan's words.

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"It's over, our Linxian County has sent a few people to follow you to your hometown!"

Ruan Lingyu ran across the cabin, rushed to the stern of the ship, and hurriedly said to Jiang Yan who was driving the spirit ship forward with a distance of two or three steps.

Cutting off the spiritual power flowing out of his body, Jiang Yan responded softly to Ruan Lingyu with his head swollen:

"Then you tell people in your sect to be careful of the blood bell array, and you must avoid it."

"I know this! I've sent the people in the county to summon you quickly! How long will it take for us to reach your house?"

Ruan Lingyu was in a hurry, but she was not as fast as a spirit boat when she left alone with a talisman.And she had just been replaced from the engine baton, so she was exhausted.

Along the way, they have been sending messages to their sect. In fact, there was a reply when the spirit ship left Lizhou last night, but Ruan Lingyu just found out about it.

"Hurry up, in half an hour, you might as well try to send a message directly to your disciples so that they must not touch the shrine."

The people in front of Jiang Yan's eyes were all doubled, and it was really easy for a medical repairman to get tired if he insisted on output.

He Xingzhang's eyes were sharp, and he quickly freed a hand to support Jiang Yan, and gently pushed him into the arms of the puppet, "You should rest more."

The ling puppet seemed to be driven by He Xingzhang since yesterday, and he no longer had the kind of human emotion that shocked Jiang Yan, so Jiang Yan leaned on the ling puppet Wei Liang and tried his best to run his spiritual power.

Ruan Lingyu rushed back early to try what Jiang Yan said, and Yan Huajing, who had been standing aside silently, sighed, and turned to look at his younger brother and younger sister-in-law with complicated eyes.

Jiang Yan had already noticed this, but he was so tired that he didn't even want to say anything, let alone explain to Senior Brother Yan.

After a little adjustment, he stood up straight again, groped into the Qiankun bag on his body with his fingers, and took out a jade white porcelain bottle the size of a palm, unplugged the stopper, smelled it, and shook the bottle again, the sound inside indicated that the stock was sufficient .

Then he tilted the bottle and poured two pills into his hand, approached He Xingzhang, his apprentice opened his mouth knowingly, and licked away the pill from his fingertips.

Jiang Yan took it lightly, then went to Yan Huajing's side and poured the same two in his hand.After that, he used the mountain-moving spirit technique to deliver the elixir to everyone on board, and Jiang Yan opened a bottle of the bitter potion for warming and nourishing the soul and drank it.

The elixir in the porcelain bottle can speed up the monks' absorption of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and get rid of the predicament of spiritual exhaustion as soon as possible. This is the greatest contribution he can make, but even so, if he really fights with someone, There is still a high possibility that they will get tired after a few hits.

A few days ago, he has been trying to send a message talisman to Jian Zhongqiu in Wushan City, but there has been no sound. The number of message talismans on him is not many, and they have been burned long ago. There is Jian Zhongqiu in the team.

Venerable Master Qing Yun is indeed famous all over the world, eight out of ten masters in the world of cultivation have received his favor, but the problem is that most of those things happened after the Linjiang Ye incident, and his memory has been very blurred since then. He really didn't know who to call for rescuers.

This wave, this wave calls a good hand but can't play it.Jiang Yan was terribly worried, holding her stomach full of worries, and went to the side of the boat to see how far she was from Biting.

Huiqing Pavilion has never replied, all the way from Xizhou to Ningzhou Jiangyan has not stopped to send messages to Huiqing Pavilion, the disciples in the sect should only be affected by the distance between the two and the disciple's own cultivation base. There is no problem with Jiangyan's cultivation base, and the distance from Huiqing Pavilion along the way does not seem to cause his communication skills to collapse.

But until now he has not received a reply from the cabinet.

It is impossible for Duan Yandian, who is temporarily acting as an agent for internal and external affairs of the cabinet, to ignore his message, and it is Shen Lianshi who cares about it.

Shen Lianshi, the bastard who can't wait to squat next to him and He Xingzhang every day to observe and record, if he sees the message of Jiang Yan or He Xingzhang flashing in the formation, he will definitely get bloody. .

But in the current situation where there is no news, it is very likely that his message has not been sent back to the cabinet at all, and there is a certain probability that he was stopped by something halfway.

After finishing the matter at the ancestral house, you must rush back to the Qing Pavilion immediately to see what's going on.

Ningzhou is already in the cold winter at this time, and the goose feather snow falls from the clouds and is swept by the wind to rub against the ship's side of the Jiangyan spirit boat. After being smashed to pieces, it is caught in the wind and swayed, swinging through the towns, valleys, and peaks, gradually returning to the original crystal clear The clear six-edged snowflake finally fell on the shoulder of a female disciple Qi Xue in Wushan City.

Qi Xue shivered, stretched out her hand to pat off the snow on the cape, leaned closer to senior brother Jian Zhongqiu and whispered:

"Senior brother, is it true that the mother and child butterflies will not be traced back to find Senior Cheng Ci?"

The tip of the brother's nose is slightly red, and the tiredness and tension between the brows are visible to the naked eye. Hearing her question, he replied in a low voice: "If he says he won't, he won't. Don't worry about it. Just remember to be careful when the eggs are scattered later. gone."

Only then did Qi Xue ease her nervousness a little, and she clenched her fists to cheer herself up. Unexpectedly, these great monks came here for the treasure and secret method of Venerable Master Qing Yun and their family, and they also wanted to help the cultivation world to clear up hidden dangers Name, what a bunch of hypocrites.

If her senior brother hadn't taken out the mother-child butterfly as evidence, she would have found it hard to believe that she would have met so many villains in the storybook.

Fortunately, the senior brother and senior Cheng Ci had a countermeasure, she must try to scatter the eggs of the mother butterfly as far as possible to a place deeper in the Jiang family's ancestral house, so as to help the senior brother and the others find Venerable Master Qingyun.

Uncle Master was probably anxious to find those big monks who disappeared with Venerable Master Qingyun, and he was ready to go deep into the Jiang family's ancestral house just after dawn, even though the heavy snow at night was still violent.

Qi Xue raised her head and looked up from the eaves of the gate of the Jiang family's ancestral house. There were snowflakes floating in the gray sky, and from time to time she could see the snow mist blown up and down by the cold wind.

She remembered that the master once told her that she came from such a snowy north, and her blood was mixed with something different from the Jiangnan water town of Wuzhou.

She didn't even understand what the master was talking about, but she probably knew that she was indeed very familiar with the snow-covered scenery between the sky and the earth.

Then maybe she is still a fellow villager with Venerable Master Qingyun!

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