Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 98

I thought he was going to ask the dining room to make soup, but unexpectedly he told the shadow guards, "Clean up, we have to go to Wuyunzong."

I am a little confused, do I need to pay attention to the place when drinking mutton soup?

The shadow guard hesitated for a moment, and said: "My lord, the Duye Palace and the Wuyun Sect have been at odds for a long time, and I'm afraid this visit is..."

San glanced at him lightly, and the other party immediately knelt down in fear, "Your subordinate is talkative, sir, you are a prophet, and I can't understand the decision you made. Please punish me, sir."

"It's not difficult to figure it out." San smiled, "These decent people, they value faith more than heaven, I saved them this time, even if it's a big festival, I should let it go."

He paused, looked at me deeply again and said: "Brother is still a disciple of Wuyun Sect after all, and when we get married, we have to hold it in Wuyun Sect."

The shadow guards kept saying yes, and the cold sweat on their backs had already soaked their clothes.

The man in front of him is a kind god who can save all living beings at this moment, but who knows if he will trample on the saved life at will in the next second.

However, when we arrived at the Wuyun Sect, there was indeed no one to stop us. Rather, they were afraid and stepped out of the way one after another, not even daring to look at each other.

I met the elders, seven of them, one missing.

The fighting beast chess is not so enjoyable.

The one who won the game was a middle-aged man with a majestic face, King Kong glaring, and his words were full of thunderous momentum. He seemed to be called Elder Zhenzhen.

I instinctively wanted to stay away from him, but he had a cold face and a warm heart. When he saw me, he tremblingly said: "It's fine, just come back."

I asked, "Who hasn't come back?"

He sighed and looked towards the vacant seat belonging to the elder Xi Genfeng. "A lot of people."

I still wanted to chat with him for a while, but San didn't want me to be infected by sadness, and urged me to move on.

Then we came to Xigen Peak, and he stopped in front of the river next to the "magpie bridge" and pointed to the nearest house. "Brother, this is where you used to live, wait a moment, I'll make soup for you."

He has a noble status and is dressed in fine clothes, but he really does the work of a servant, chopping firewood with an ax without resorting to magic.

I could feel that he wanted to please me.

But aren't we already Taoist couples?

While waiting, I opened the window and saw the smoke on the other side of the Queqiao River, and people kept taking things out of a room to burn.

The combination of the fresh smell of rainwater and burnt smell is very strange.

I walked to the river with an oiled paper umbrella, made a loudspeaker with my hands, and asked them loudly why they had to burn things in the rain.

Someone wanted to answer me, but his companion nudged me with an elbow and whispered the name of San, and that person locked his head like a quail and stopped speaking.

A large part of the burned things are various sleep aid spices, and their owners should suffer from insomnia for a long time.

I couldn't find anyone to talk to, so I had no choice but to go back to Jigen Peak, continue wandering around depressedly, and walked into a room that looked like an alchemy room.

There is a disciple who is decocting medicine inside.

He seems to be the only disciple of Ji Genfeng other than me.

Also a strange person.

The wrist of his right hand was cut off by the root, and branches and buds like trees grew out of the cut, so he could only use his left hand to fan the cattail fan. Seeing me, he hesitated to speak, but I saw that he seemed willing to talk to me, so I asked :

"What's your name?"

"Qin Simu, he's your junior brother."

"Junior Brother, tell me, what are they burning on the other side of the river?"

"The relic."

"Whose relic."

"A disciple who betrayed the sect died in Yancheng a few days ago because of the backlash of the devil's energy. He deserved it." He read the sentence stiffly like a memorization. "Such scandals must not be publicized, so the elders demanded that all his belongings be destroyed as soon as possible."

"What's his name?"

Qin Simu, who answered fluently, suddenly stopped talking, covered his head in pain, and kept repeating: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry...Actually, I wasn't completely blind that day. I saw...how Jing Nian died...his heart was cut open, and his body was buried under the magma in Yancheng. It must have completely melted... "

Year of Jing?

This name is different from all the names I have heard and thought of so far.It's so familiar, it's like it's etched into my core chip, but when I try to retrieve the relevant information from the database, I get nothing.

I wanted to continue to ask Qin Simu who killed Jing Nian, but he tore off his cattail leaf fan and hid behind the huge gilded panlong alchemy furnace, only showing a pair of eyes, and said sadly: "I promised Senior Brother Yu and Sister Xiaochao, I want to live, so I can only pretend that I don't know anything, so don't ask any more."

He said so, I can only give up.

Walking out of the alchemy room, the shadow guards were already waiting outside tacitly, carrying a carriage, obviously it was San's order again.

One by one is really annoying, completely treating me like a child who can't take care of himself.

"I'm going to continue shopping, don't follow me."

"You can go shopping in the carriage." They said, and opened the curtain, and I saw a plate of ore-like things in the carriage.

It is a spirit stone that can be used for charging.

I agreed to get in the car.

It's raining harder.

The shadow guards are still walking like flying.

But when crossing the Magpie Bridge, it was clear that the river bed was suspended without bottom, but it looked like there were some mud and rocks, and the wheels of the carriage got stuck and couldn't move.

The shadow guards all went to check the situation.

Except for me, no one noticed that there was a figure on the bank, holding an oil-paper umbrella and facing away from me, quietly watching the burning fire, and then actually stretched his hand into it.

The flame didn't touch his hand, and went straight through.

It is said that rainy days are easy to hit ghosts.

It's like an old friend coming.

The spirit stone in my hand fell into the jade plate with a clang.

The ghost took something out of the fire.

It's a crumpled piece of paper.

There is an ugly puppy and an ugly little person drawn on it.

And a line of words: There are vicious dogs inside.

He noticed my gaze and turned his head slowly.