It can only be said that one step at a time, sooner or later she will solve all the puzzles and bring her senior sister back to Zonglei Peak!

Lin Qi didn't reluctantly play on the spot, and rushed forward according to what Senior Sister Yuanxi said, she didn't forget that there was a seriously injured white-clothed uncle not far away waiting for her to rescue!

This space was bigger than Lin Qi thought, and she ran wildly for nearly half an hour before finally catching traces of human activity.

She walked through a corridor and turned into a pile of ruins to see the white-clothed True Monarch lying on the ground covered in blood.

A thin nun swung a dagger at him.

Lin Qi's heartbeat skipped a beat, and he didn't have time to identify the figure, and shouted loudly: "Stop!" ”

The lightning flash technique is cast, the figure teleports, and the thunderclouds accumulate.

The two of them who heard her figure paused at the same time, the white-clothed Zhenjun lifted his eyelids tiredly, and the thin female cultivator turned around and looked at her calmly.

"What's the hurry?" The white-clothed True Monarch spoke slowly.

Lin Qi was startled, and quickly put away the spell, "Hemei? How did you end up here?! ”

Hemei's tone was as lazy and indifferent as ever: "I can't be here?" ”

"It's just curiosity." Lin Qi turned to the other side of the white-clothed Zhenjun, "Uncle Shi, how is your health?" ”

The white-clothed Zhenjun also frowned at her, "How did you get in?!" ”

At this point in time, Lin Qi should be in Beilin to deal with evil cultivators.

The white-clothed Zhenjun felt that Lin Qi was self-disciplined and intelligent, and after observing her for so long, he thought that she would not go wrong.

At this time, she suddenly understood why there were so many disciples in Tianyi Sect, and she was the only one who sent herself to the Troubled Wind Cliff less than a year after entering the sect.

On weekdays, he looks docile and well-behaved, but he is actually very restless, and he can play a big game if he is not careful.

Lin Qi was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied, "The disciple came in with Uncle Qian." ”

Poor Uncle Qian quietly carried a pot.

Lin Qi's only little conscience saved her, "Beilin's evil cultivators have been dealt with, everyone is resting, I am not a member of the guards, so I and Uncle Qian went back to the Demon Emperor Hall first, and I was caught here before stepping into the main hall door." ”

Lin Qi asked the white-clothed Zhenjun rhetorically, "Uncle Shi, what the hell is going on?!" ”

The white-clothed Zhenjun glanced at Lin Qi meaningfully, obviously not believing her words, but he didn't mean to expose it.

"Where are we now?" Lin Qi asked in a low voice, looking innocent.

She is indeed very innocent, and she was suddenly pulled in.

The white-clothed True Monarch didn't play in front of Lin Qi anymore, and explained in a calm tone, "This is the real cemetery of the Demon Emperor, and the body of the Demon Emperor is also buried here." ”

Lin Qi immediately reacted: "Their purpose is the corpse of the Demon Emperor Zimo?!" But isn't the Demon Emperor Zimo the purple-robed monk? ”

The Demon Emperor is still alive, why is the body still buried underground?

The white-clothed true monarch nodded, "This matter is complicated. ”

Lin Qi suddenly remembered Senior Sister Yuanxi's words.

Glancing at Hemei next to him, Lin Qi conveyed all of Yuan Xi's words to the white-clothed Zhenjun.

The white-clothed true monarch looked at Lin Qi with deep eyes, "Did she take the initiative to find you?" Or did you find her? ”

Lin Qi's neck was cold, and he hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully, "It was Senior Sister who took the initiative to find me, and it was also the way she pointed me out, so that I could save people." ”

The white-clothed Zhenjun knew that she was not lying, and lowered her eyes and said, "Since your senior sister is not ready to come back for the time being, you can go back to the Chaotic Wind Cliff when you get out of the Demon Emperor's Tomb." ”

"What?" Lin Qi was taken aback, "Uncle Shi, you already know the reason why I came here?" ”

The white-clothed true monarch was not shocked on his face: "If I can't even guess this, wouldn't I have lived for hundreds of years in vain?" Do you think Senior Brother Qian is so easy to convince? ”

Uncle Qian originally only wanted to send Lin Qi back to the sect, and didn't want her to stay in the Demon Emperor's Tomb anymore.

But after Lin Qi lived in the Demon Emperor's Tomb for a while, Uncle Qian didn't mention it again.

Lin Qi thought that it was her persistence that made Uncle Qian give up this idea, but he didn't expect it to be because of the relationship between the white-clothed uncle.

Lin Qi suddenly figured out everything, "So Uncle Shi, you also deliberately took me with you...... Convenient for me? ”

The white-clothed true monarch was silent, and looked at her fixedly.

Convenient for Lin Qi to act?

Lin Qi felt that Uncle Bai was much more difficult to deal with than Uncle Qian, and his heart was like a needle under the sea, and he had to be guessed.

"I'm just afraid that if you do something again, the days of staying in the Stormy Cliff will have to be prolonged, after all, if you are punished, it will also pass through my hands."

After all, she is a disciple of Qingyun, and the sect master takes a fancy to her in every way, and the white-clothed true monarch doesn't want her to be delayed any longer.

Lin Qi: "......"

She hurriedly changed the subject, "Uncle Shi, are your injuries okay?!" ”

The white-clothed Zhenjun knew her careful thoughts, and she didn't have time to argue with Lin Qi, and her voice was faint, "Something." ”

Lin Qi: "......"

This master doesn't like to play cards according to common sense.

She really didn't know what to say for a while.

"Uncle Shi, what are we going to do next? Do you want to go see the corpse of the Demon Emperor, or do you want to get out of here first? Or ......" Lin Qi stared at the blood-stained clothes of the white-clothed Zhenjun, "You heal your wounds first?" ”

has been scolded a few times, Lin Qi is completely honest, and he uses you to call the white-clothed true gentleman.

The white-clothed Zhenjun sighed, "I'll heal my wounds for half an hour first, don't run around the two of you!" ”

Lin Qi nodded obediently and remained silent with Mei Mo.

Lin Qi actually had a lot of doubts in his heart, but He Mei had a very strange attitude towards her, so he simply endured his curiosity and didn't look for the boring.

Her reaction made Hemei feel uncomfortable.

After all, who was she risking her life to run into the Demon Emperor's tomb?

In the end, it was He Mei who spoke first: "What did you think I was going to do just now?" ”

Lin Qi pursed his lips and said seriously: "From my point of view, I thought you were going to raise a dagger to kill the white-clothed uncle." ”

The white-clothed True Monarch, who was meditating, lifted his eyelids and glanced at the two of them, then lowered his eyes and continued to cultivate.

"You don't believe me like that?"

He Mei snorted coldly, and Lin Qi's gaze finally moved to her.

When Lin Qi and the white-clothed Zhenjun were talking, He Mei was already wearing bandages on his hands, and looking at her movements, Lin Qi realized that she was digging for meat and poisoning.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qi's mind flashed and asked, "This hurts...... Was it left to save the white-clothed uncle? ”

He Mei snorted lightly, "So what? ”

"That'...... How did you end up here? Going around and around, Lin Qi asked back the question at the beginning.

But this time, she also reached into the storage ring to dig something out.

He Mei was about to say a few words to Lin Qi, when a pile of medicine bottles suddenly piled up in front of him, "You see which medicine is suitable for your injury." ”

The words that came to Mei's lips were swallowed immediately, and he subconsciously glanced at the white-clothed Zhenjun next to him.

Lin Qi also reacted quickly, "Uncle Shi's injury needs to use a higher-level elixir, I ...... It didn't work. ”

What's more, the white-clothed Zhenjun is a Yuanying monk anyway, it is impossible to have no medicine in his pocket, and he doesn't need her to send medicine from a small foundation building disciple.

This is not a sign of filial piety, this is a stupidity!

(End of chapter)