Although Lian Yi didn't know why Childe said that this matter still needs to be ahead of the other person, as long as Childe said it, she will naturally do her best to do it well.

Although he was puzzled at the moment, he didn't ask much, but said, "Childe, what should we do next?" ”

Ling Jing gently pinched Lianyi's face, in fact, he liked Lianyi's gentle and lovely surname the most, and after laughing twice, he didn't hide it much, and then told his future plans one by one.

After Lian Yi listened, her small mouth opened slightly, and a surprised expression appeared on her face. Obviously, I can't understand why Gongzi knows so many things, even if he is the Jinyi guard who monitors the world, he has not heard the slightest information at all.

"Childe, what you said is true?" Lianyi asked with some surprise. If this matter was said from another person's mouth, she would definitely think that the other party was talking about it, but what Gongzi said so solemnly was obviously not like a joke.

"Of course." Ling Jing smiled and nodded, the matter of being imprisoned by Dongfang Undefeated and plotting to be imprisoned is estimated to be known to only a few people in today's rivers and lakes, even if it is Xiang Wentian, who is the left envoy of the Moon God Sect, it took him twelve years to find out the truth of the matter.

If this matter spreads in the rivers and lakes, it will definitely cause an uproar.

When Lian Yi heard this, he still had a stomach full of doubts in his heart, thinking that such a secret thing happened more than ten years ago, how did the son know the inside story.

Regarding Lianyi's doubts, Ling Jing just smiled faintly, and did not continue to explain, he has crossed into this world, and foresight is his greatest advantage, but if you want to say it, it will inevitably be a little shocking, even if Lianyi is the closest person to him, but this kind of thing that is almost strange is better not to say it.

"Alright, it's time for us to go." Ling Jing took a slight breath and looked to the east, his eyes were deep, his eyes were pitch black, and this glance seemed to have passed through miles of mountains and rivers and jungles, and saw a very distant place.

Lian Yi nodded, Ling Jing smiled and brushed away the wisp of green silk on her face, and the two of them headed all the way east.

Ling Jing walked and his mind was in a hurry, now that Lian Yi had come to his side, then this plan had a little more chance of success.

However, when calculating, at this time, Xiang Wentian should have thoroughly astablished the truth twelve years ago, but I don't know if he had rebelled against the Moon God Sect at this time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning slightly. If Xiang Wentian hadn't rebelled against Mingjiao at this time, then he would have taken the lead, because in his heart, he didn't want to cooperate with Xiang Wentian, and at the same time, he didn't want this person to go to Meizhuang first and startle the snake.

Because of today's plot, due to his arrival, has changed greatly, although the main line is still clear, and the development direction of the plot that he knows is not too much, but Ling Hu Chong, the biggest variable, has been stifled by his own hands, and Ling Hu Chong, who does not have "Dugu Nine Swords", can only be regarded as a top player among the second generation of disciples in the rivers and lakes, and can no longer affect the development of the main plot of this world.

In this way, Xiang Wentian in this world is destined to never meet Ling Hu Chong again, and he can no longer use Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship to force the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" to gamble with him, so can he really use the trick of hiding the sky and the sea and successfully rescue Ren Xing?

What Ling Jing is afraid of now is that Xiang Wentian will arrive at Meizhuang one step earlier, in that case, he will undoubtedly only be a surprise to the snake, which is very unfavorable to his plan.

He knew all the organs of West Lake Meizhuang, if he could reach Meizhuang before Xiang Wentian, it would not be too difficult to use his foresight and the internal suspicions of the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" to find the stone slab at the bottom of the West Lake prison.

However, before the two of them set off for Hangzhou, they still had to determine Xiang Wentian's movements.

After about half an hour, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the lone birds in the sky occasionally chirped, and in addition, there was not a single pedestrian to be seen on the road, and there was silence all around.

After walking for a few miles, Ling Jing and Lian Yi passed through a pine forest, and a plain appeared in front of them.

There was no figure in the sky above the plain, and the light was dim at this time, and the sight of the two fell to more than ten zhang away, and they could no longer see anything else, and could only see a blur in a hazy way.

"Lianyi, let's go up and have a look." After Ling Jing said this, he walked straight into the plains.

Although he has changed a lot of things now, it still can't affect Xiang Wentian on the Black Wood Cliff, if his memory is not wrong, in the original plot, Xiang Wentian was once chased and killed by many masters of the two realms after escaping from the Black Wood Cliff, and he escaped all the way, and there was a very critical battle that should take place here.

But in this world, whether this has happened or not is very important to him.

The two walked slowly to the plain, Ling Jing frowned, constantly observing the surroundings, and after looking around, Lian Yiyi looked around for a while, and then looked at Ling Jing's side face very suspiciously.

The two walked more than ten zhang away, only to see many chaotic footprints on the ground, deep scratches in some places, and occasionally even broken blades scattered around, and the ground was stained with blood, obviously there was a fierce battle here.

Ling Jing's heart sank, it seemed that he was already a step too late, Xiang Wentian had already defected from the Black Wood Cliff.

"Now I can only hope that the time for Xiang Wentian to defect will not be too long from now." He sighed, walked over to a pool of blood, looked at it twice, and then crouched down and dipped his finger lightly.

"This blood stain is still a little viscous, it looks like it should have been left in the last two or three days." He was slightly happy in his heart, and gently sniffed the blood stains on his fingers with his nose, and became more and more sure in his heart that the vicious battle between Xiang Wentian and Zheng and Demon should have happened in the near future.

"It's not too late." Ling Jing stood up and wiped the blood on his hands, Xiang Wentian was chased and killed by the masters of the two realms, it was not easy to get rid of these people.

As far as he knows, the people who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Xiang Wentian this time include many good players on the Black Wood Cliff, as well as masters of many famous factions such as the Kunlun faction, the Emei faction, the Taishan faction, and the Qingcheng faction.

"Now it's time to race against the clock." Ling Jing glanced at the end of the plain, his eyes looked into the distance, it seemed that in the dim light, he had already seen a tall white-bearded old man, who was running wildly in the mountains, with iron chains in his hands, and the shadows behind him, swords and swords, and the sound of fighting continued.

"Lianyi, let's go!" After Ling Jing paused for a moment, he turned around and walked in the southeast direction, if he couldn't reach Meizhuang before Xiang Wentian arrived, most of his plans would be in vain.

"Huh?" Lian Yi was stunned, and saw that Gongzi hurriedly turned around and left, and he didn't know what happened, but he still hurriedly followed

At the same time, in a deep mountain dozens of miles northeast of the plain, an old man in a long robe with a white beard was galloping on the mountain road, and he was running into the depths of the mountains at a gallop, and from time to time he would turn around and curse a few words of "his grandmother's" and "bastard".

This old man is tall, his eyes are blazing, and on this rugged and winding mountain road, he is walking on the ground, stepping two or three feet away in one step, obviously extremely skillful in light body skills.

He had a bloody leg on his back, blood stained his shirt red, a large patch of blood at the corners of his mouth, an iron shackle on each wrist of his hands, and chains at both ends, looking like a fugitive who had just escaped from prison.

Dozens of zhang behind the old man, a group of people in the martial arts with different costumes are chasing each other, this group of people is seventy or eighty, among them there are monks and Taoists, some make swords, and some hold iron guns, all kinds of blades are strange, obviously not people from the same sect.

"Xiang Wentian, surrender obediently, you can't run away!"

Suddenly, there was a shout from the crowd, and then dozens of masters of the shadow were seen performing light skills, rushing towards the Wentian side.

"His grandma's, a bunch of bastards!" Xiang Wentian fled, while looking back, only to see that the ghosts of this group of people were not gone, chasing more and more tightly, suddenly scolded, raised his hands up, and then when the two hands were wrong, the iron chain in his hand suddenly swung to the back of his head, and rolled up the horse's legs on his back.

Xiang Wentian rolled up the horse's leg on his back, waved his hands, and threw the horse's leg into the deep stream, he glanced at the horse's leg in the air, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

He had been chased into the mountains by these people for three days, but it was difficult to find anything to eat in this barren mountain, and now that there were so many bastards chasing after him, where did he have time to find another food.

He had relied entirely on these dozens of pounds of horse legs to satisfy his hunger, otherwise he wouldn't have had the strength to entangle with these bastards for so long.

But seeing that these bastards were chasing more and more urgently, and carrying these dozens of pounds of things on their backs, they naturally couldn't give full play to their light skills, so they had no choice but to throw this horse leg into the deep stream.

Running dozens of feet further, I saw a fork in the mountain road in front of him, Xiang Wentian suddenly laughed, turned around and spit in the back, in the dim light, his body suddenly became short, like a swift black panther, and he rushed to the mountain road on the left. (To be continued.) )