The sun rises in the east and rains in the north,

The Tao is ruthless but affectionate.

The sun is already in the east, and the nectar in the north is just in time.

I just don't know if it's friendship or favor, or whatever.

"Instantly!"

A golden light, carrying a gust of wind, swept through the sky above Yueyang Tower.

It's a golden luan...

The shape is like a finch, the color is golden, the wings are twenty zhang, and the day travels thousands of miles. Legend has it that he is the fifth son of the ancient mythical beast Phoenix. It has always been a symbol of noble power, and it cannot be found unless it is the top first-class gate in the world.

And in the entire Yueyang City, the people who can resist Jinluan can be counted with a slap...

Above the golden luan, a figure.

Under the golden luan, ten thousand flows light.

Just one breath is a thousand miles, which shows how fast it is.

"Whew..."

From north to west, Jin Luan swept past Yueyang Tower, shot into Wentian Mountain, and stopped beside the mountain pass.

"Go..." "Go..."

Before the golden luan had completely fallen, the thousands of carriages and horses parked in front of the mountain pass had already been frightened and trampled on with iron hooves, and they were panicking. Even the horse-drivers, whipped with a long whip or straightened the reins, could not alleviate their fear.

For a time, thousands of horses were scurrying, hundreds of coachmen were whipping, and the whole mountain pass was in chaos.

"Da..."

Jin Luan fell, and a figure turned over and jumped down from Luan's back.

Facing the disciple who was guarding the mountain, he didn't say a word. With a red cloth wrap in hand, he galloped up the mountain...

And those disciples who asked the heavens didn't stop them, but just cast a few glances at the arrogant Jin Luan, which was surprised.

Because, the comers, they are familiar.

It's Luo Jue...

Since eight days ago, Luo Jue went down the mountain with Bai Xiu, and he disappeared.

And today, Luo Jue, who has never left the white embroidery, actually appeared alone on the golden luan that only white embroidery can drive, but the white embroidery is no longer beside him...

Anything like this never seems to have happened.

This can't help but make people feel a little confused.

Luo Jue was in a hurry, but he was still as arrogant as ever.

He clutched the red cloth wrap in one hand and stretched forward vigorously with the other. Between the mountain roads that are almost filled with people in black, stepping across his legs, rampage, knocking over the flow of people, attracting countless white eyes.

Fortunately, this is Wentian, and fortunately, the black clothes are outsiders. If he had gone elsewhere, it is estimated that he would not have been able to walk ten steps, and he would have been beaten back to his original place...

The figure ran by, a round of spitting...

To the mountainside, Luo Jue slowed down.

As if with deep meaning, he glanced at the eight old Daoists who were burning fire and refining medicine.

However, it was only a glance, when the eight veterans put down their movements and looked up. He had already bypassed the prayer tower and continued to rush to the top of the mountain...

The fire is burning, the smoke is rising.

"It turns out that he is from Kyoto..."

looked at the back of Luo Jue going up the mountain, and the bright red in the back. The eight old Taoists gathered in front of the Dan furnace suddenly woke up like a dream.

They never expected that the mystery that had plagued them for a night would be revealed so soon...

The crowd stared at each other for a long time.

Still, confused.

Although, with the arrival of Luo Jue, the mystery seems to be revealed. However, with his arrival comes an even more confusing puzzle...

At this time, the eight old Daoists were the same as the predators on the Yueyang Tower yesterday. I can't see clearly, what kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd, this big man who made the last shot...

"Is this the ghost old man waiting for someone?"

Li Qingfeng wiped his beard and looked at Lu Suifeng.

"Perhaps..."

Lu Suifeng retracted his gaze towards the top of the mountain, and continued to fan the fire: "The means of reaching heaven at the level of the hidden master. It is estimated that only they know it. How can we ordinary people guess..."

The figure had already entered the bamboo hut on the top of the mountain, and the other six people stopped looking at the mountain one after another, and continued to make the stove.

"Do you know why I've always hated the old man so much?"

Li Qingfeng threw two dry firewood into the bottom of the stove, and without waiting for the others to reply, he continued to answer himself: "Everyone in the world says that God is ruthless, and ghosts have multiple righteousness..."

"Hehe, in my opinion, ghosts are not necessarily more affectionate than gods. Back then, you people were all played with by him and applauded, and that's it. Now, he even sees his own grandson as a conspiracy, where does this righteousness come from? It's just some trick to kill people with a knife..."

"Smack!"

A piece of firewood was slammed into Li Qingfeng.

"Then you still rebelled, what are you doing with this pig-killing knife? Anyway, your turtle grandson has shrunk for twenty years, so what's the matter if you shrink it for a few more decades?" The wood was thrown by Dean Tianshu, and the scolder could only be him.

However, this time, Li Qingfeng surprisingly did not get angry, nor did he raise the bar with him. Instead, he looked at Dean Tianshu with a straight face:

"Do you think that with just a few heavy sons now, the ghost plot can regain the defeat of the year?

Wake up, dict...

If something really goes wrong with the Pure Yang Palace, how long do you think your orphanage can still exist? When the time comes, not to mention whether the master can come back or not, at least the ghost plot this game of chess, there will definitely be no children to play. ”

“......”

Dean Tianshu was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know how to refute...

"You're right..."

Lu Suifeng stopped the fan fanning the flames, and said with the same straight face: "However, that paper oath is our cage, and it is also our life talisman. As long as it exists for a day, our flame will not be extinguished and there will be hope.

So...

Even if there is a big change in the palace, it is impossible for us or the north to make a move. ”

He looked up at the bamboo house at the top of the mountain, and his tone was three points weaker, as if helpless.

"Because, now the hidden master can rely on these little guys, maybe only these little guys are left..."

“......”

Ask the top of the mountain,

The door of the bamboo house had been closed, and the outside of the door was full of disciples who had come to deliver medicine, waiting.

Inside the bamboo house,

Stacked pill boxes, pill jars, and pill bottles filled almost the entire hall...

At this time, the hall was quiet, and there was no one in the hall.

The figures are all in the study, a total of five. It's also quiet here, with only the crisp sound of hitting the water...

The desk in the study has been emptied.

A touch of bright red silk, lying there quietly. On top of the red silk, there is an equally bright red brocade box. Nine golden dragons are embedded in the outer layer of the brocade box like living creatures.

Same...

This brocade box, no matter in terms of color, size, and pattern, is exactly the same as the one that Lu Suifeng took out of his arms yesterday. There is no difference at all.

"Sprinkling..."

The peony carefully soaked her hands. Every finger was repeatedly scrubbed by her until it was white and colorless...

And the clean water for washing hands has also been replaced by her for three full basins.

When she lifted her hand back to the surface of the water again, the tender skin between her fingers turned white and wrinkled.

"Okay?"

Peony picked up the brand-new linen cloth and wiped off the water on her hands, while looking at the old man and asked softly.

"Yes," the old man nodded in response.

Immediately afterward, Peony carefully placed her hand on the edge of the brocade box. Along the body of the golden dragon, gently press...

"Click..."The brocade box opened a gap...

"Silk ......"

Fragrant...

It's fragrant.

An extremely strong aroma, like a wine vat cracking, instantly gushed out of the crack and filled the entire study. Let everyone in the room involuntarily take a deep breath of air.

It's really fragrant...

It's not a fragrance, it's not a medicinal fragrance, it's a strong blood fragrance.

Although, there is no trace of blood in this blood fragrance. However, as soon as the fragrance enters the nose, it can be confirmed that it is the smell of blood, and there is no doubt about it.

Peony continued to carefully open the brocade box along the gap...

"Card ......"

With the opening of the gap, it gets bigger and bigger. The aroma of blood in the study became more and more intense, almost solid, and it was mouth-watering.

I saw that inside the brocade box, there was a thick ball of golden down feathers, and between the down feathers were two transparent bottles the size of thumbs, one golden and one blood red, full of slurry.

The strong smell of blood emanates from here...

"Sure enough, it's dragon blood..."

When the brocade box was completely opened, Pavilion Master Cao finally couldn't help but let out a sigh of surprise. However, except for him, the other three seemed to have expected it and had no different colors.

For a while...

Pavilion Master Cao gradually came to his senses, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked at Luo Jue in surprise: "What is the price?"

"Can't say. ”

Luo Jue kept looking at the brocade box, absent-minded.

"..."Pavilion Master Cao stared at Li Se and did not speak immediately.

"Don't force him..."

The old man kindly held Luo Jue's wrist and said softly: "It's useless to force him, this is Lao Yin's means, these two dolls have already entered the game..."

The Lord of the Cao Pavilion didn't look at Luo Jue anymore, he turned around and walked to the bamboo bed, and carefully looked at the unconscious Xia Xun.

"Could he have already arrived? But, this is his grandson..."

The old man shook his head, and at the same time turned his eyes to look at Xia Xun.

"Yes and no, before that, I guess he was just guessing. And this kid, Lao Yin is very precious, how could he let him die. His backhand should have been arranged a long time ago..."

"Then why hasn't he made a move?"

This time it was Luo Jue, and he looked very inexplicably angry.

The old man patted Luo Jue's arm lightly, as if comforting, and smiling as if he was laughing at himself: "If he had already made a move, then how could he force us cowards out?

"Hehe......"

He smiled and shook his head.

"That's it, that's it..."

"Who told us to do something wrong, and we were afraid that this ghost would knock on the door?"

"Now, I'm on the thief ship. Then accompany him on a journey and take a look..."

"It's a big deal, just pay back what you owe back then..."

As he spoke, the old man let go of the withered hand on Luo Jue's arm...

Slowly left the study...