The situation in Yangzhou City, with Ling Chusi's unexpected text before leaving, directly dug out all the hidden things that were originally hidden under the calm on the surface, and said that it was the Yin Sect that bore the brunt of the attack, that is, the local government guard, and they were a little caught off guard for a while.

The Yin Sect was exposed, and then there was Cihang Jingzhai in the shadows to add fuel to the fire, and all of a sudden, the dark tide in Yangzhou City was surging, and the situation was ever-changing.

Wen Yuyu was dwarfed and helpless, so she had to grit her teeth and temporarily give up the many arrangements for the rebel army in Yangzhou City in the future, and set off to return to the Yin Sect to resume her life, waiting for another opportunity in the future.

The night is deep, and there is a bit of coolness in the evening breeze, but the night sky is full of stars.

In the main courtyard of the Yin Sect, the lights were bright, the sect leader "Yin Queen" Zhu Yuyan, the two elders Bi Shouxuan and Wen Caiting stood there on their own, listening to Wen Yuyu, who hurriedly came back from Yangzhou City, after talking about the current chaotic situation in Yangzhou City, although the three of them had different expressions, but the gloom of that moment was the same.

When Wen Yuyu's words fell for a long time, Zhu Yuyan, who was still wearing a tulle dress even in winter, was full of charm, and the beauty of the temples was slightly frowned, the dark light flashed in her eyes as deep as paint, and her voice was as light and pleasant as a girl: "Who is the mastermind behind the clinging to the Yin Sect, have you found it?" ”

Wen Yuyu shook her head with a wry smile, and replied in a low voice: "I can't find it at all, the document that was posted out, there is no such special paper in the entire Yangzhou City, and the person who posted the announcement seems to have disappeared after that, although Yangzhou City is chaotic, but it doesn't seem that there are other forces hiding in the shadows to muddy the waters!" ”

Zhu Yuyan, Bi Shouxuan and Wen Caiting listened and thought thoughtfully.

Wen Yuyu thought about it again, then gritted her teeth and said: "Although Yu Yu couldn't find out who the person who wrote the essay was, she was a suspicious candidate in her heart. ”

Wen Caiting frowned when she heard this, but it was Zhu Yuyan, a pair of show hands that were pouring tea under the long sleeves of tulle suddenly paused slightly, she lowered her eyes slightly, and said lightly: "Hello, you say!" ”

Wen Yuyu almost gritted her teeth and said, "Venerable of the Flower Sect Protector Sect!" ”

The expression on Wen Caiting's face, the elder of the Yin Sect and the master of Wen Caiting, was fine, but the "Queen of Yin" Zhu Yuyan and Bi Shouxuan both suddenly changed color-

After all, Zhu Yuyan hated Shi Zhixuan, the heir of the Huajian faction, so much so that she couldn't even listen to the Huajian faction, as for Bi Shouxuan, he was a narrow-minded person, and the last time he was humiliated and teased by Ling Chusi in Wuyang City, to this day, he is still haunted by it......

After listening to Wen Yuyu's story about the relationship between Ling Chusi and Li Qingmei, a disciple of Cihang Jingzhai Fan Qinghui, although several people in the Yin Sect still had their own thoughts, the moment their eyes met, because of the same enemy, they quickly reached a consensus.

After an eerie silence that was almost deadly, Zhu Yuyan finally spoke, with an undisguised cruelty in her light and beautiful voice, "The Venerable Protector of the Flower Sect betrayed the Demon Gate, and he should be punished!" ”

Wen Yuyu was shocked in her heart, knowing that this was the Yin Sect that was going to directly issue a killing order......

Immediately, looking no more than thirty years old, dressed as an elegant scribe, with a delicate and handsome appearance and an extraordinary temperament, Bi Shouxuan stroked the Tong Xiao in his hand, but he asked for his life in a mysterious way: "Leave it to me to hunt down and kill the rebellious Venerable of the Flower Sect Protector Sect!" ”

When Zhu Yuyan heard this, her cold and indifferent eyes suddenly turned to Bi Shouxuan, and after a moment of staring, Zhu Yuyan's red lips opened slightly, and she said softly and lightly: "Just follow what Uncle Pi said!" ”

The next day, the Yin Sect duì "Flower Sect Protector Venerable" was hunted down and killed.

Ling Chusi, who was far away in the Turkic region in a snowstorm with no end in sight, finally became the second person after the "evil king" Shi Zhixuan to stare at the Yin Sect's pursuit and kill order, but he was still alive......

In the past dynasties, the Huajian faction, which was only two years old and the weakest in the Demon Gate, finally "all" of the most powerful Yin Sect in the Demon Gate was chased and killed, which can be called a strong stroke of the unprecedented and rare in the history of the Demon Gate......

The next day, Ji Xiaobai, who suddenly received such a news, choked out directly after a sip of tea. After coughing for a long time, Ji Xiaobai finally lowered his head, looking at this incredible pursuit order against Ling Chusi speechlessly.

A few days later, due to being in the prairie, the land is vast and sparsely populated, the city is rare, and the news is extremely closed, so that Ling Chusi, who still did not know about the Yin Sect's own pursuit and killing order, finally walked to Har Helin, a big city near the □□ Tooth Tent.

Because of the previous "reminder" of the black-clothed young man with a temperament like a brave lone wolf, Ling Chusi had already changed the clothes and headdress on his body to a similar style to the local Turks before entering Hal and Lin.

As for the lonely and arrogant black-clothed young man, he and Ling Chusi had been "along the way" after walking outside the city of Hal and Lin, and watched Ling Chusi change into the appearance of a Turkic aristocratic girl and directly enter the city, but he himself disappeared.

Everyone has their own fate, Ling Chusi is still worried about the whereabouts of the medical saint Sun Simiao's grandfather, so naturally he doesn't have the heart to care about the whereabouts of the black-clothed young man who just met in Pingshui.

After entering Hal and Lin City, because he was still unclear about the local situation, Ling Chusi naturally would not act rashly, and after finding an inn to live in, he began to walk around the city, especially the medical halls and medicinal herb shops in Hal and Lin City, which were the objects of Ling Chusi's key investigations.

After all, in the secret letter that Ji Xiaobai showed her, there was not much information, it just said that the Langzhong person named Sun Simiao was now in an important position in the □□, and as for the Turkic tent and the nearby Har and Lin City, it was the most likely place for Ling Chusi and Ji Xiaobai to speculate.

Just when Ling Chusi was still looking around for the whereabouts of the medical saint Sun Simiao's grandfather, in an extremely luxurious mansion in Har and Lin City, a man with a thin and thin figure and a face that was so delicate that he looked quite feminine and beautiful was sitting at the table, listening to a slave girl reporting on the many requests of the Lang Zhong in the West Courtyard, and finally crushed a teacup with an expressionless face.

The slave girl was so frightened that she fell to her knees, trembling all over.

Zhao Deyan slightly raised the eyelids of the slender Danfeng eyes, and the tail of the eyes was long, looking quite amorous.

However, no matter how good his appearance was, the slaves who knew that his mind had always been uncertain could only think that this man was like a hellish demon with a beautiful appearance, and even if he was only coldly glanced at in front of him, he would be so frightened that his face was bloodless and his whole body spasmed.

Especially at this moment, Zhao Deyan just smashed a teacup silently, which shows how bad and bad his mood is now.

Zhao Deyan is from the Demon Dao of the two factions and six realms of the Demon Gate, and is also the third person among the eight masters of the Demon Gate, second only to the "Evil King" Shi Zhixuan and the "Queen of Yin" Zhu Yuyan.

Now, among the Turkic tents, Shibi Khan is getting old, and the next Turkic Khan will definitely be selected from among the two people. And Zhao Deyan has always been in the same position as Chu Luo, and as for Jieli, the relationship between the two on the surface seems to be mediocre.

After a long time, Zhao Deyan lowered his eyes slightly, waved away the broken teacup that had just been crushed by him, looked at his slender and fair-skinned hands, like white jade carvings, and remembered that Lang Zhong named Sun Simiao, who had been under house arrest by himself, dared to keep asking for all kinds of herbs, and asked with impatience: "What does he want?" ”

The slave girl knelt on the ground, and although she was calm, her voice trembled slightly, and she hurriedly reported a long list of various rare medicinal materials.

"............" Zhao Deyan's feminine and beautiful face was so gloomy that it could almost drip water, and it took a long time before he forced two words out of his teeth, "Give it to him!" ”

When the slave girl heard this, her body shook unconsciously, and her voice trembled and whispered, "The medicinal materials in the storehouse...... Can't ...... enough."

There was a crisp "click", and the teacup on the table shattered again.

The slave girl was so frightened that she lowered her head so low that she almost stuck to the ground, and she didn't dare to look up at Zhao Deyan's face at all.

"Then let people buy it!" After a long time, Zhao Deyan said in a low and cold voice.

The slave girl got her approval, and secretly glanced at Zhao Deyan, making sure that although he had a gloomy face, at least now he had no intention of killing people, so she knelt down and retreated, and as soon as she left Zhao Deyan's sight, she hurriedly accelerated her pace and walked further.

The sun is warm in the northern winter afternoon, standing in the courtyard, the thick and soft fur clothes are warm, and people can't help but want to stretch out and take a nap for a while.

The slave girl was holding all kinds of valuable medicinal materials she had just bought, and her steps towards the west courtyard were a little eager, but when she entered the courtyard, she saw the young man who was holding a roll of medical skills and bathing in the afternoon sun, with his head tilted sideways and one hand, and slightly closed the pair of indescribable compassion and gentle eyes, the slave girl couldn't help but relax and slow down, and couldn't bear to disturb him.

However, after the slave girl approached slightly, Sun Simiao immediately opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and bright, even if he was placed under house arrest, he still looked peaceful, light and breezy, with a kind of indifference and gentleness without desire.

The slave girl who was still looking at him couldn't help but seemed to be frightened, hung her head in shame, put down the precious medicinal herbs in her hand, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "First, sir......"