It wasn't until Leng Jiuming put away the secret book of the Ice and Fire Phoenix Clan and left that Hua Wuying realized that he hadn't taken the thousand-year-old cold silk on the table.

Holding the cold thousand-year-old cold silk in the palm of his hand, Hua Wuying's mood is indescribably complicated. I thought that this was a thought left by her mother, but it turned out that this thing no longer belonged to her, it was something of the Ice and Fire Phoenix Clan.

If you hadn't come to this Ember Mountain, and you didn't know where it came from, Hua Wuying could still have it forever. But now, now that we know the origin of this thousand-year-old cold silk and have seen its owner, there is no reason why Hua Wuying should not return it to its original owner.

But when Hua Wuying chased out with a thousand-year-old cold silk, Leng Jiuming's figure was long gone, and only the cold shadow of the swaying trees remained.

Early the next morning, everyone living in the Cold Mountain Villa was still led by the black-clothed disciples in the mountain villa to the main hall for dinner last night. Only then did everyone see clearly that there were dry and unknown branches and leaves on the lintel of the main hall and pieced together the words "Lingxiao Palace".

The breakfast was very simple, and everyone was given a bowl of brown porridge, which had a strong and peculiar medicinal smell that made people feel that the taste of the porridge must be very bad.

"This is an antidote made for you according to the instructions of the owner, three times a day, and after three days, the rotten bones and blood poison in your body can be completely removed. After speaking, the streamer left the Lingxiao Hall without looking back.

"For these three days, you must not eat anything other than this medicinal porridge. Liujing added this sentence to everyone after the streamer left, and then hurriedly left after the streamer's pace.

After seeing the two brothers leave, everyone turned their eyes to the bowl of brown porridge in their hands. A life-saving antidote, no matter how ugly it is, no matter how hard it is to drink.

"Well, that's too bad to drink. Someone only lightly touched the bowl of medicinal porridge with his lips, and then forced himself to retch and put the bowl on the table, and complained.

Everyone looked at each other, this bowl of medicinal porridge, using the word unpalatable to describe it, can be regarded as a compliment. This medicinal porridge is not only bitter, but also has an unbearable rotten salty smell. When this smell is in the mouth, people can't help but think of the puddle of blood that the fallen maid turned into in the Xionghu Hall that day.

"No matter how bad it is, does it matter if you have a life?" someone stared at the frightening bowl of porridge, asked loudly, and regarded it as a cheer for himself, and then resolutely closed his eyes, pinched his nose, and poured the bowl of medicinal porridge into his throat as soon as he raised his hand. After pouring the medicinal porridge, he covered his mouth with both hands, and barely let himself not spit it out.

This breakfast was a nightmare for everyone, and they finally barely drank this disgusting medicinal porridge, and the thought of drinking it for three days in a row, and not being able to eat other food for these three days, everyone's expressions were indescribably ugly.

After drinking the medicinal porridge, everyone left the Lingxiao Hall one after another, and returned to their respective guest rooms along the way they came.

When Hua Wuying, Qing Xiyun and Rong Yunxiao passed under a few big trees together, they suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking the air, Hua Wuying turned slightly to one side, and an arrow narrowly grazed her sideburns and sank deep into the trunk behind her.

One shot missed, and then several arrows continued to shoot towards Hua Wuying, Hua Wuying dodged left and right, and before she could take out the thousand-year-old cold silk from her hair, Qing Ci had already pulled out the long sword in his hand to block the front, and swept the arrows that were shooting at them to the ground in a few clicks.

Two men of the same age fell from the tree not far away, threw the bow and arrow in their hands, pulled out the long sword in their hand, and approached Hua Wuying's group of five people step by step.

"Who are you!" Zi Sandalwood and Ruthless drew their swords to protect Rong Yunxiao behind them, and looked at the two strange men with fierce eyes and said.

The two men didn't look at the three of them, their eyes were all staring at Hua Wuying, and one of them sneered and said, "The Lord of Flower Valley won't forget the nobles too much, forget the two of us." ”

Hua Wuying took out the thousand-year-old cold silk, wrapped it around the palm of his hand, and after looking at the two men for a moment, his face couldn't help but become gloomy, "Shen Shao, Shu Wan." ”

"That's right! Qingzhu Gate and Plum Blossom Pavilion were both destroyed in your hands Hua Wuying, you should have expected that there would be today!" Shu Wan shouted loudly, and the green tendons of the hand holding the hilt of the sword burst out.

"The head of the dignified immortal sect, shielding the snake demon and mutilating his fellow Daoists, today I will avenge my father and the dead fellow disciple!" Shen Shao said and glanced at Shu Wan beside him, and the two of them raised their swords together and came towards Hua Wuying.

"Hua Mo, let me come. Qing Xiyun knew that Hua Wuying was gone, so he pushed her to Zi Zhan's side, and raised his sword to meet Shen Yao and Shu Wan.

In an instant, I saw the light and shadow of the sharp sword enveloping the three people who were fighting, and the pear blossom tree on the side was affected by the sword qi, and the branches swayed and fell with white flowers, and when they floated near the three people, they were swept out by the powerful sword qi two zhang away.

The three of them fought for nearly a stick of incense, and Qing Xiyun finally couldn't resist with one enemy and two enemies, and was slapped in the chest by Shuwan. Seeing Shen Shao's long sword stabbing at him, Qing Xiyun retreated with the power of Shu Wan's palm.

Seeing this, Hua Wuying shook off the thousand-year-old cold silk in his hand, and the thousand-year-old cold silk shone white in the sunlight, and wrapped around Shen Shao's long sword at a swift speed.

Shu Wan swung his sword towards the thousand-year-old cold silk wrapped around Shen Shao's long sword, only to hear a "hum" sword sound, and the thousand-year-old cold silk did not move.

Ruthlessly took this opportunity to step forward and support the unstable Qingxiyun, seeing him clutching his chest and spurting out a mouthful of blood, he was afraid that Shen Shao and Shu Wan would suddenly attack again, so he hurriedly pulled him behind him.

Shen Shao saw that the long sword in his hand was entangled in the thousand-year-old cold silk, and he urged the spiritual power to roar, and the long sword and the thousand-year-old cold silk were knocked away by the strong spiritual power.

Hua Wuying had no cultivation, and he could no longer hold the thousand-year-old cold silk in his hand, and was repelled by the attacking Gang Qi, and took a few steps back, and was caught by the red sandalwood behind him before stopping.

"It turns out that the invincible Flower Valley Lord has been completely cultivated, hahaha......" Shen Shao laughed wildly, mockingly took the flying long sword, and threw aside the thousand-year-old cold silk that was still wrapped around the long sword.

"Shen Shao, kill Hua Wuying and the snake demon. Shu Wan said and stepped forward with his sword, but was stopped by Zi Sandalwood, and the two were entangled, and they were soon overwhelmed by the shadow of the sword.

"Kill my father, destroy my many brothers in Meihua Pavilion, Hua Wuying, I want you to pay for your blood debt and blood! But since you have lost all your cultivation, I will let you die a good death!"

Speaking of his father, talking about Mei Hua Pavilion's tragic death of his senior brother, Shen Shao's eyes were split, the long sword blade slashed the ground, and he walked towards Hua Wuying, who was pale due to internal injuries. The blade of the sword sparked a spark on the white stone bricks on the ground, making a clattering sound.

"Ruthless, take them away. Rong Yunxiao saw that Hua Wuying and Qingxi Yun were both injured internally, and Zi Tan was not that Shu Wan's opponent, so he shook the folding fan to block Shen Shao, urging the ruthless people to retreat quickly.

"None of you can leave, if you want to die, I will fulfill you!" Shen Shao looked at Rong Yunxiao, who was shaking his fan, with a light and breezy face, his eyes were full of disdain, and he swung his sword straight at Rong Yunxiao.

Rong Yunxiao bent down to avoid the blade of the sword, his wrist lightly flipped and closed the folding fan, and his toes lightly lifted his breath and jumped up, and he landed behind Shen Shao lightly, and the handle of the fan stabbed towards Shen Shao's neck.

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