Yao Lingshan hurriedly ran into the house, paced in front of Jiang Luo, and asked with a concerned face, "Brother Jiang, are you okay?"

Jiang Luo was called by her, as if he had jumped into the autumn evening breeze, jumped into the thousand-year-old ice spring, suddenly sobered up a lot, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, I was just distracted just now." ”

Yao Lingshan's gaze turned around Jiang Luo, then swept from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and then looked at the pink and white walls, and was stunned that he didn't find half a ray of black light, and rubbed his eyes without confidence, thinking that he had just seen flowers.

Jiang Luo didn't know anything about his abnormality, got up and said, "Let's go, let's go see Zhang Xuemei." ”

"Oh", Yao Lingshan followed behind him, and before going out, he carefully scanned the room with his divine sense, but still didn't find anything.

The two of them walked through the hand-copying verandah and went straight to Zhang Xuemei's bedroom.

As soon as they arrived, the named white-clothed maid immediately bowed and saluted, and two doctors of the same age carried the medicine box, nodded and exited the inner room.

Zhang Xuemei sat on a gorgeous big bed, half-covered with a gorgeous silk quilt, her back in a single dress looked thin, and her face was whiter than a candle in the wind.

She coughed lightly and said, "Brother Jiang, thank you, I'll tell you about the secret path now." ”

Jiang Luo was not polite, pulled a mahogany chair and sat in front of the bed, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you can take care of your body first." ”

With his strength today, he is not worried about Zhang Xuemei's backlash at all, not to mention, he believes in his own judgment, Zhang Xuemei does not look like a person who has gone back on his word.

Zhang Xuemei smiled slightly and said, "When I get better, I will take you to the secret road, and now I will tell you the ins and outs." ”

"Okay", Jiang Luo nodded.

Yao Lingshan sat behind Jiang Luo, looking at Zhang Xuemei's sick face, remembering her miserable situation a few days ago, a sense of compassion arose, and the ghost took out a spirit pill and handed it to her.

"Patriarch Zhang, I have a solid elixir here, which has the effect of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan, and it may have a miraculous effect on you. ”

"Thank you", Zhang Xuemei's heart was hot, and she had mixed tastes, so she immediately took the Gathering Spirit Pill and took it, and only after a while did she get to the point.

The Xibe tribe was originally the royal family of Jiuli, the descendants of Chiyou, but it is very old, except for some dispensable aristocratic demeanor, it is not much different from other races.

In fact, with the strength of the Xibe clan, no matter what, they can't open the secret passage of space and freely travel between two completely different spaces.

The secret passage was not made by the Xibe tribe, but opened by the Western martial saint Su Mo, who three years ago, Su Mo suddenly descended to the Xibe royal palace and asked the patriarch to do something for him.

The patriarch had only admired this powerful man in the mural, and he was flattered for a while, and he couldn't even say anything, so he nodded and agreed without thinking about it.

Soon after, forty young men of comparable age were summoned to the patriarch's chamber and disappeared inexplicably, with nothing to be heard from.

Some say that they were chosen as spies and sent to other tribes as internal responses.

Some people also say that the patriarch went crazy and drank blood to suppress the demonic nature in his body.

There are many opinions.

Only the members of the Xibe royal family knew the truth, and the forty young men did not become spies, nor did they become the belly of the patriarch, but were sent to China.

The door to the space cut by the ruby was inside the patriarch's room.

After the death of the old patriarch, Zhang Xuemei succeeded to the throne and sealed off the room in the name of mourning her deceased father, and no one was allowed to enter.

Within three years, the Xibe tribe sent a full 120 people to Huaxia, and the worst thing is that these people are both diligent and intelligent, with excellent cultivation qualifications, and they are all rising stars.

There are many people, the nobles are distressed, and the common people are also complaining, but who dares to resist the orders of the Western Martial Saints?

"Why did the Martial Saint do this?", Jiang Luo seemed to be trapped in the Arabian Nights, and was stunned for a while before asking.

Zhang Xuemei sighed, shook her head and said: "Father didn't dare to ask, blindly obeyed the order of the martial saint, I wanted to ask, but just one question, I was thrown into a small ravine by the martial saint, and lay down for a day and a night before I had the strength to return to the palace."

Fortunately, he was only angry with me, and he didn't hurt my people. ”

Yao Lingshan listened to her narration, recalled Su Mo's cold and ruthless face, and couldn't help but shudder, looking at Jiang Luo with a wistful look.

"The door of space is still there?", Jiang Luo asked.

"It's always been there, Wusheng also said that no matter who wants to go to Huaxia, he won't stop him, but the people in the past are either dead or injured, and none of them survive.

Back then, Xiao Xi scratched you and left a three-star mark on your shoulder that resembles the natural birth of the Jiuli tribe, didn't it affect you?"

Jiang Luo heard the guilt and distress in her tone, and said with relief: "That mark didn't cause me trouble, but helped me escape." ”

"That's good, if something happens to you, I really don't want to go. ”

Zhang Xuemei paused for a while, her eyes became more and more confused, and she muttered: "Although I can't spy on the holy intent of the Martial Saint, I vaguely remember that he said that it is better to find a few more stand-ins and play a game of heaven and earth chess." ”

Yao Lingshan blinked and said vaguely: "Could it be that there is a world-class powerhouse in Huaxia who has not yet awakened, and Su Mo wants to protect him secretly, so he has picked so many substitute ghosts from the Xibe clan?"

Jiang Luo's heart trembled, and his face changed slightly, "I can't rule out this possibility, but I haven't found such a big person in Huaxia for more than 20 years." ”

"Real people don't show their faces, they don't show real people, the martial saints are all laid out, how can they be easily discovered by you?"

Jiang Luo nodded, "What you said also makes sense, when we get to Huaxia, we will think about it in the long run." ”

After a while, Jiang Luo got up and said goodbye, "Xuemei, it's not early, you rest first, and we won't bother." ”

Zhang Xuemei nodded, "You guys go slowly, it's inconvenient for me, so I won't send it." ”

As soon as the two left, Zhang Xuemei immediately lay crooked on the bed, closed her eyes weakly, just chatting for a while, she consumed a lot of spiritual power, fortunately, Gu Yuan Dan was in a hurry to replenish her energy.

Under the moonlight, Jiang Luo asked with a heavy face, "Lingshan, what kind of person is Su Mo?"

"A cruel, ruthless, and bloodthirsty person, compared to him, the Thunderbolt Tianzun who does evil is simply a little common man who keeps to himself.

There are a number of Heavenly Venerables and ten divine beasts in the Illusory Realm, but there are only two saints, the Eastern Confucian Saint does not like to fight, and has always advocated freedom and freedom, all beings are equal, and the Western Martial Saint is completely opposite to him.

The Confucian saint refuses to check and balance him, and the Heavenly Venerables dare not provoke him, who else in the world do you say dare to disobey him?"

"Hehe, sacrificing so many people from the Xibe tribe, not even giving any benefits, the demeanor of the martial saint has fed the dog?"

Jiang Luo sneered, his figure flashed, and he returned to the room.

As soon as he sat down on the bed, a hazy black light appeared above his head, and two familiar voices burst into his eardrums.

"Grandpa, this kid wants to run, let's quickly take back the black knife and send him back to the west. ”

The immature children's voice is full of coolness, which makes people shudder, and it is a strange child Yu Lei when I hear it.