Three days later, Xie Cifeng really arrived at the Fang Palace.

Surprisingly, in addition to Xuanling, Dajue Temple, Wenjian Sect and Yandu all sent people to come, and Ji Yang, the head of the palace, led people to open the door to greet them, and the formation was really not small.

Mu Congyun stood in the line of the sub to greet him.

"Why is there such a big battle? A cloudy snow has such a big face? Jin Yi muttered quietly.

Mu Congyun heard it in his ears, and he had the same doubts.

He only knew that the master was coming, but he didn't know that the other major sects had sent people.

If it's just for the snow, it's really not too much.

Seeing a person being welcomed into the palace, Mu Congyun was a little worried, and always felt that a cloudy snow would not stir up such a big storm.

Shen Qi stood beside him, looking at the people standing with Xie Cifeng from afar, and found a few familiar faces.

He slowly turned the lock between his fingers and smiled coldly.

The others didn't know what these people were gathering in the Fang Palace for, but he could guess something from the news sent back by the Red Falcon brothers.

Under his deliberate guidance, Chen Po found the yin snow with only one breath left. After Yin Xue was taken away by Chen Po, the formation he had set up at the beginning was naturally broken.

The headless fly-like arrogance finally found the clues, but he was a step too late and pounced.

He was unable to find Yin Xue, but deduced from the traces left at the scene that the person who abducted Yin Xue was from Xudu.

The three of Yin Jiao were secret, no one had ever known them before, and only Fang Gong, the Liyang royal family, and a few major sects knew the news. Today, Yin Xue was secretly abducted by the people of Xudu, and Yin Jiao believed that there was a leak of the inner ghost in the west, and secretly colluded with the demons of Xudu. The matter was summoned to Yin Bingheng early in the morning.

Yin Bingheng was furious when he heard the news, and naturally wanted to send someone to the west.

However, there is a layer of enchantment between the outer heavens and the western realm, which is only connected by a hanging sky bridge, and because the enchantment consumes a lot, it cannot be opened and closed at will, so it can only be opened when the enchantment is repaired once every seven days.

Therefore, the people from the outer heavens had not yet arrived, and after receiving the news, the sects in the western realm rushed first.

In order to clear the demons of the drunken capital, in order to find the inner ghosts.

Shen Qi glanced at Chen Po, who was mixed in with the reception crowd, remembered the chaotic scene in the future, happily hooked the corner of his lower lip, and quickly pressed down.

Mu Congyun watched as the representatives of the various sects were invited to Boundless Peak, and guessed that the master should not be able to withdraw for a while. He went back to Shanglan Peak first.

On the way back, he happened to bump into Yin Jiao, and the two groups of people nodded and passed by, Shen Qi glanced back, looking at the direction of the two, they should go to the boundless peak.

He turned his head, followed Mu Congyun's side, and continued to listen to Zhuyuan.

Because of the sudden visit of various sects, the palace temporarily suspended classes.

I just don't know why, all the main entrances and side doors of the palace are closed, and no entry or exit is allowed. The disciples who can be selected to practice in the palace are all the best in the sect, and since they smelled a bit of an unusual atmosphere, they all stayed in Shanglan Peak honestly, and almost no one walked around.

Mu Congyun is also like this.

They originally thought that it would not take long for Shizun to return from Wuya Peak, but in fact, for two days in a row, they didn't look at Shizun's figure.

The children didn't dare to run around, but they all talked in private, guessing what was going on.

On the fourth day, the closed door of the palace opened again, and a group of people came in a mighty way.

The visitor came in an extremely ornate flying boat, pulling an infrequent puppet horse or puppet bird in front of the flying boat, and a blue-colored scaly walking dragon.

Since the dragon clan is a legend, Jiao has also disappeared.

However, at this time, when everyone looked at the blue-scaled walking Jiao in mid-air, arched its body, stepped on the ground with its sharp four claws, stirred up dust and dust, and raised its head to make a low and heavy "groan" sound, they knew that the legend was less than one ten-thousandth of the real body.

The curious onlookers let out a noisy chatter and watched the splendid flying boat eagerly.

The three-story flying boat stopped on the palace square, and then a group of men in black and red suits who looked like guards took the lead and walked out. The group was each over eight feet tall, burly, and full of power in their gestures.

After this group of people came down, a young man came down with a beautiful "woman".

Jin Yi stretched his neck and looked hard: "This is the patriarch of the Candle Dragon Clan?" It's a big show. He looked at the flying boat covetously: "There is no such a big flying boat in Xuanling, the dragon clan is really rich." ”

Xiao Guanyin kicked him: "Be quiet, don't be ashamed." ”

Mu Congyun Lingyue watched them fight, first shook his head and smiled, and then covered with a trace of worry.

Only Shen Qi stood behind, looking at Yin Bingheng who walked down with heavy eyes, and his pupils couldn't help but turn into beast pupils.

The old man who had not been seen for a long time evoked the anger deposited in his heart, Shen Qi lowered his eyes, and pinched the wooden bracelet on his wrist before pressing it down.

Mu Congyun only felt that there seemed to be a strong killing intent behind him, he turned back vigilantly, his eyes scanned the surroundings to trace the source, but he couldn't find the slightest trace, as if it was only his illusion.

He frowned and looked around, only to notice that Shen Qi had his head lowered and looked unrefreshed.

"Abandoned?" Mu Congyun called him.

Shen Qi bit the tip of his tongue hard, suppressing the tumbling gloom. The harmless look when he raised his head: "Senior brother? ”

"Why is your face so ugly?"

His face was pale, and Mu Congyun raised his hand to "touch" his forehead: "Uncomfortable? ”

Warm on the forehead

The touch slightly calmed the anxiety, Shen Qi nodded homeopathically, and said angrily: "My head is a little dizzy, uncomfortable." ”

Mu Congyun 'touched' his pulse, and couldn't see any problems, so he could only say, "Aren't you tired of practicing swords in the morning?" Do you go back to rest first? ”

There is no need to go to class these days, and when he has nothing to do, he catches Shen Qi to practice his sword, and he is tired.

Shen Qi nodded, grabbed his sleeve and begged, "Senior brother, are you with me?" ”

Mu Congyun couldn't, so Guan Lingyue and the others had to say a word and accompany him back to Tingzhuyuan.

When he returned to the house, Shen Qi widened his robe and lay down. Mu Congyun sat on the edge of the couch and tucked the quilt for him: "Sleep." ”

Shen Qi glanced at him and closed his eyes obediently.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Yin Bingheng's face kept shaking in front of his eyes.

The rotting memories of the past floated up from the bottom of the water, wrapping around him like decaying aquatic weeds, making it difficult for him to breathe. Shen Qi opened his eyes suddenly, and before Mu Congyun peeked into his eyes, he took his hand and put it on his eyes.

"I can't sleep." His voice was lower than usual, as if he was holding back something.

Mu Congyun felt the itching coming from the palm of his hand, his fingertips moved slightly, and his voice was still warm: "Senior brother recited the Qingjing Sutra to you?" ”

Shen Qi was silent for a moment and said "um".

Mu Congyun read in a low voice.

His voice was cold, with few ups and downs, but when he recited the scriptures, he did not appear indifferent, but mixed with a calming power.

Shen Qi's restlessness and eagerness to vent gradually calmed down in the chanting.

But he still didn't let go of Mu Congyun's hand.

Mu Congyun's hand lightly covered his eyes, and he opened his eyes, and could only see a faint light through his fingers.

Darkness, but not pure darkness.

He had been in the Abyss for too long, and he had always hated the dark. But at this moment, his eyes were open, and the low chanting sound of Mu Congyun flowed in his ears, which made him feel peaceful.

The rancid past seemed to become irrelevant when washed and diluted by the clear snow water.

Shen Qi removed his hand and only 'exposed' his eyes to look at him: "Senior brother, do you have someone you hate?" ”

After the palm of his hand was moved down, the palm of his hand was just over his lips, making his voice sound muffled.

Mu Congyun thought for a moment and shook his head.

Some inquiringly asked, "Do you have one?" ”

He realized in hindsight that Shen Qixu was wrong, and it was not that he was tired from practicing swords.

Shen Qi hesitated for a moment, thought about "confessing leniently", and nodded.

"Who?" Mu Congyun went through the people in Nanhuai Town, but he couldn't think of anyone.

Shen Qi was silent, and after a while, he said, "I don't want to lie to Senior Brother. ”

Mu Congyun suddenly understood, and did not go to the bottom of it, but said: "Then talk about it when you want to talk about it in the future." ”

"Not happy about that?" He remembered the ornate flying boat: "The people of the Candle Dragon Clan remind you of the people of abomination? ”

The Candle Dragon Clan had never traveled in the Western Realm before, and he didn't associate Shen Qi with them, only thinking that Shen Qi had touched the scene.

Shen Qi's silence acquiesced to his guess.

Mu Congyun sighed lowly, stopped talking, and began to recite the Qingjing Sutra to him.

The chanting voice was too gentle, and Shen Qi buried his face in his palm and rubbed it, and he really felt a little tired.

He held Mu Congyun's hand and fell asleep.

Feeling the fluttering of the eyelids under the palm gradually becoming regular, Mu Congyun carefully withdrew his hand.

There seemed to be an itch left in his palm, and he raised his palm to look at it for a moment, and slowly clenched it.

He sat for a moment before he moved lightly.

As soon as Mu Congyun left, Shen Qi woke up.

Listening to the footsteps in the distance, and making sure that the person had left, Shen Qicai slowly sat up and knocked on the wooden bracelet with his fingers.

After a while, the surface of the simple wooden bracelet glowed, and the phantom of the red wind appeared in the room: "Your Excellency." ”

"What's going on over there Chen Po?"

Ever since Chen Po took Yin Xue away, he ordered the Red Falcon brothers to take turns to keep watch. Chen Poyi was bold, and he played the black under the lamp perfectly, not only pretending to be a gentleman and sneaking into the palace, but even after finding the snow, he directly brought people back to the palace and imprisoned them in the underground of his residence.

"He didn't move in the first two days, and even treated Yin Xue's injuries."

"How can he be so kind?" Shen Qi didn't believe it: "What about after that? ”

"Yin Xue's meridians were cut off and his spiritual power was lost, and he was imprisoned in the ground, not knowing anything about the outside. Chen Po lied to him that a few years ago, in order to avoid the enemy's family, he lived at the bottom of the cliff a few years ago, and inadvertently picked up the "unconscious" snow at the bottom of the cliff a few days ago, so he kindly brought him back. ”

"Yin Xue believed?"

"Half-convinced." Red Falcon said: "He didn't fully trust Chen Po, he only said that he was the son of Fang Palace, and begged Chen Po to deliver a letter for him." But Chen Po refused on the grounds that he was being hunted down by the enemy and did not dare to come out. In the past few days, he deliberately dried the snow and did not look at him. ”

Shen Qi "dewed" the "color" of interest, and said to himself: "What does Chen Po want to know from Yin Xue? ”

Chen Po grabbed Yin Xue, obviously his identity as a candle dragon clan.

But what did he want to know about the Candle Dragons?

"Looks like I'm going to have to make a trip tonight." Shen Qi said softly.