In the evening, when the high priest had a free time, Dorna led Joan to her.

The priest dwelt deep in the hinterland of Guma Rock, and Joan also carried a torch and followed Dorna to the back of the stone city, every step of the way was downhill, and after half an hour, the rocks beside them turned into bushes, and when they came to the bottom of the slope, it was as if they were in a small oasis, and the environment was mild, like spring.

There was a building in the center of the oasis, and Dorna said, "This is the residence of the high priest." ”

Qiong Yi thought that the place where Gu Dan was refined was mostly dark and gloomy, and he didn't want the scenery here to be unexpectedly beautiful.

In front of the wooden house, Dorna half-stretched out her hand, knelt on the ground and saluted, the posture of the salute was very familiar, exactly the same as the day before leaving Qingfeng Town, the Rong man who wanted to kidnap her, until now, Qiong Yi still couldn't understand, and felt contradictions everywhere: who sent the robber, and how could he be targeted? Doesn't the fact that he saluted himself mean that his status is extraordinary? It can't be a person from the Suhe clan, could it be another surname in Kun Zhai's power?

The old voice of the high priest interrupted Qiong Yi's thoughts: "Come in." ”

Dorna answered, and the two entered the house.

The high priest sat at the table, fiddling with strange herbs in his hands, and his wrinkled face was full of folds, stacked on top of each other, and at a glance he looked like an old man who had been weathered. Qiong also doesn't think that she is just an ordinary old man, and with a little perception, she can find that her aura is strong, and her cultivation is even above herself.

The priest stared at Qiong Yi: "Is that her?" ”

Dorna bowed: "Well, it's her. ”

The high priest half-turned around and beckoned to Qiongye: "Little girl, come here." ”

Joan also walked over and sat down on the chair opposite the table as she instructed, and the high priest said, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Qiong was also wary in her heart, or handed her hand over according to her words, the old priest pressed on her hand, the force was extremely heavy, as if to lock her meridians at the moment, Qiong also raised her hand to condense the wind, separated in front of herself, suddenly the gale gusted, the table items clanged, Dorna was shocked, for fear that she would anger the priest, and afraid that the priest would hurt people: "Lu! ——”

The old priest was not shocked, and only said, "Since you don't believe in the old body, why do you want to come here to ask for a meeting?" ”

Qiong was only afraid that she had an accident and would not be able to retreat to Middle-earth, so she withdrew her hand and said, "Please forgive me." ”

"Since you are asking people to do things, you should know the etiquette." The priest snorted coldly, took a cup and a knife, and put it on the table: "Put some blood." ”

Joan also hesitated for a moment, and the high priest said, "Don't be so cautious, the knife is not poisonous." If you were a child of the desert, I would not have made a move on you. ”

Joan also played with the sharp knife and smiled: "What if not?" ”

"Huh." The high priest also laughed: "For the sake of saving Dorna in the past, I will drive you away." ”

Joan also hooked her lips: "Then I'll bother you." With that, he hung his hand over the teacup, clenched the blade, and the blood in his palm gushed out and dripped into the cup.

The high priest, seeing that the blood was sufficient, stopped her, and Dorna handed her a white veil to wrap around her hands.

The priest held the cup in front of him, took out a young green branch of new tree from the wide gray sleeve, dipped the end in blood, and dotted it on the parchment, as if writing some rune.

Qiong also watched quietly, and the blood words on the parchment slowly lit up under the high priest's incantation, like a scurrying earthworm writhing on its own, arranged into an alternative pattern. The priest's old hand was covered with the paper, and his eyes were closed, as if he was reading, but after three breaths, he opened his eyes and said, "...... Oh, although the bloodline is not pure, it is connected, and it is our Kun Zhai's child. ”

There was no change in the expression on Qiong Yi's face, neither surprised nor delighted, as if she had known the answer a long time ago.

Sure enough......

The high priest did not stop, and continued to use the other end of the branch to stain the blood, swaying it on the parchment, and the blood that fell on the parchment surged extremely violently, to the priest's surprise, her white eyebrows were furrowed, revealing a puzzled look, and she looked at the blood lines closely, and her face was slightly stiff: "Strange, your life is very short, but your life is long, this is a blessing, the old body has never seen it." ”

Joan also raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean?" Does that mean my life is short? ”

The old priest shook his head: "No, look at this, you will live a long time." ”

What does that mean? Could it be that I have a catastrophe in my life?

Qiong also felt that the old priest had a fight with the Taoist fortune teller on the rivers and lakes, and did not believe her. He asked again: "Since you can calculate that I am from Kunzhai, can you calculate who my father and aunt are?" ”

The high priest's face turned grim, and he wrote down a series of ciphers, reciting incantations he did not understand.

She wrote for a long time, so long that she was about to use up the blood in the bowl before she slowly looked up: "Their lifeblood is gone." The dead cannot be divined. ”

Qiong also froze, and after a long time, said lightly: "That's it." ”

The old priest said something again, but Qiong Yi's expression had dimmed, and he only felt that the words were complicated and complicated, and the noise was harsh, and he couldn't understand anything. When Dorna took her away from the priesthood, she only turned back and whispered thanks to the old priest.

“…… That, Lu Xiyan, are you okay? ”

After leaving the hinterland of the oasis, Joan remained silent, and Dorna asked with concern when she saw that something was not quite right.

Joan also snorted, her head hung very low, her shoulders shrugged, the wind passed through the strange rocks on her side, making a whining sound, like a cry, also like a roar, she covered her face with her sleeve, and said in a low voice, "It's okay." ”

She didn't know what she was sad about, she had raised herself to such a big age, and she was never a father and mother who didn't exist in her memory; I don't even know what they look like, and even if I dream of it, I can't see their faces clearly; It was obviously the result that she had already guessed, but the pain in her heart was so deep, so intense, tears rolled down from her eyes without stopping, she blocked it with her sleeves, but she couldn't stop it, and she wet a large piece of cuffs, and she realized in a trance that in this life, even the last hope of meeting her parents was gone, and even the last possibility of fantasizing that they were still there was completely shattered.

The cold wind pierced her lungs, and Qiong also began to cough violently, squatting in place and coughing and crying, knowing that she was from Kun Zhai, so what, she would never belong to the desert.

At this moment, she was so homesick, she wanted a home that didn't exist at all, she wanted to be Luo, she wanted Uncle Chen, she wanted to be resentful, she couldn't stay here any longer, she just wanted to go back.

Dorna stood on the tuyere to shield her from the cold, patted her shoulder to comfort: "Lu Xiyan, don't be sad, although your relatives are no longer alive, but your clansmen are still there, you just stay here, be my relatives, I will treat you as a sister, I can ask someone to take you to the royal city to find a livelihood......"

"Nope." Joan also raised her head, her eyes flushed, and her tone was firm: "Dorna, thank you for your kindness, but I'm going back." ”

"...... here," Qiong also stood up, looking at the bright night sky, "This is another country, it is far away, and over there." She looked to the east, and the morning star was twinkling: "...... That's where I'm from. ”

"I'm going home, I'm sorry for you, Dorna."

Dorna looked at her in a daze, "But you just came here today, don't you stay overnight and leave?" ”

"Nope." Qiong also lowered her eyelashes, unwilling to reveal her identity as a disciple of the Protector in front of him, Dorna trusted her so much that even Gu Dan told herself about the strength of the Rong army without reservation, and could only thank him again: "Thank you for bringing me to meet the High Priest and solving my doubts for so many years." ”

She didn't know if she was going to destroy this Gu refining stone city, and considering that she was alone and weak, if she really did it, she wouldn't be able to leave alive, so she dispelled this thought: "Please send me out of the city." ”

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Dorna could only say, "Okay, you must be safe." ”

Taking advantage of the night, he sent Qiong Yi out of Guma Rock, and in the dark desert, Qiong Yi wrapped himself tightly in a thick cloak and went straight away under his eyes.

Qiong also twisted a warm trick, the sword traveled extremely fast on the Gobi, and said in his heart: Calculate the time, now it is past the beginning of winter, I still remember the way back, almost half a month to Guangyang, and then pretend to be a retreat out of the mountain, before the birthday must return to the Yinshu Courtyard, otherwise, in case the senior brother or master comes to the white stone cliff to find me, the escape is revealed, but it will be in vain.

Thinking of this, she quickened her pace and turned her heart on her way.

*

Kawasawa.

Sheng Xuanyan couldn't remember how long he had been fighting with himself in front of him, the two of them had exactly the same moves, exactly the same cultivation, and they were fighting in one place, and they couldn't tell the difference at all.

The weirdest thing is that he actually has a sense of pain with the fake in front of him.

When Sheng Xuanyan stabbed his right arm with a sword, his right arm was actually fleshy and fleshy, and there were red scars, as if to warn him that this guy in front of him was really the same as his own body.

No way!

Sheng Xuan gritted his teeth with resentment, did not stop the bleeding, and swung his sword again, and the self in front of him was also taken aback, and immediately swung his sword to block it.

"Don't you understand? You are me, I am you, and if you continue to fight, you and I will die here. He flicked a sword with Guimo Sword Qi and rushed forward.

Sheng Xuan only complained: "It will only be you who will die here." ”

"Don't deny it...... Look at the wounds on my body, are they different from mine? ”

Sheng Xuan resented a kick on his chest, and he flew away as if he had been kicked.

"What I said is clearly what you think in your heart......" Sheng Xuanren stabilized his body and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, "Don't deceive yourself anymore......"

Sheng Xuanyan gripped the placket of his chest, and his heart was shocked.

"It is clearly you who promised the second brother to become his."

"I'm just! - "Sheng Xuan resented the sword and suddenly took two steps, but he stopped again, yes, the words were supposed to be given as a child, but at that time, he didn't understand anything, he had to take responsibility, he had to do penance, and he wanted to become a calm person like the second brother, so he imitated him little by little, and lived as the shadow of Sheng Zijing in other people's mouths, and his actions and words were almost the same as him.

But I never wanted to be a shadow, and I never wanted to be a substitute.

Sheng Xuanyan raised his sword again, stronger than the previous murderous intent, but after a few moves, he was counter-killed by the fake in front of him, Leng Feng stabbed into his chest, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on his body, "scurrying" out of blood, staining half of his body. Seeing that he was about to draw his sword out, Sheng Xuanyan immediately held Chengying horizontally and stabbed the blade at his neck.

"Click-"