North of Yueyang City, 50 million miles away.

The half-mile silver snake, composed of four thousand pure yang silver swords, passed through the nameless mountain range, crossed the boundary of the North Ridge, and entered the northern region of the Tang Dynasty.

They're still moving forward...

The shining silver light reflects the white snow, making it even more dazzling. On the right side of the chariot in the belly of the silver snake, a white horse accompanied it.

The person on the horse is still the old man with long eyebrows. He was bowing respectfully, leaning his ears to the window of the chariot, opening and closing his lips from time to time, and speaking.

"Eighty cities received the order, but Yue Yang refused. ”

"On the day when the thousand birds dispersed, Li Qingfeng carried the medicine in the temple and asked the sky..."

"On the second day, Xiangyang ......"

"On the fourth day, the wise master was forced to sacrifice and ask the Tianshan Mountains to continue his life......"

"On the sixth day, twenty-one bandits in the Southern Regions, including the Eighteen Chains, Resentful Bandits, and Tigers, jointly attacked and broke the blockade of Yueyang in half a day. ”

"On the same day, the seven big treasurers behind Yueyang Tower emptied all the medicinal goods in the five thousand towns and cities in the Southern Regions and transported them to Yueyang ......."

"Yesterday, the first batch of medicines ......"

"Say cover the sky. ”

It may be that Lao Dao's report is too wordy, and the ruthless voice comes out of the window, and the coldness stops.

“......”

Lao Dao was not displeased, and continued to whisper quickly:

"According to the report of the spies, there is no sword intent in the sky. So, the possibility of the sword soul was ruled out. ”

"Judging from the qi and blood emanating from Xia Xun's body when the wise master sacrificed to the mountain, it is very likely that the ghost plot sealed an ancient demon god in it, and it is not the bloodline inheritance that was rumored before. ”

"Which one?" asked the girl in the chariot coldly.

"With the presence of the Wise Master, our people cannot come close. ”

"I can only be sure that his bloodline is still in the gestation stage, and there is not a trace of metamorphosis. However, its bloodline aura is only one point weaker than the inheritance of the sword soul. ”

“......”

After that, the girl was speechless.

However, the white horse creaked in the snow, and the curtain swayed lightly with the chariot.

Lao Dao raised his head slightly, and through the silver-white curtain, he looked at Qianying who was playing chess alone.

"Look, do we need to send someone to put some pressure on him, after all, it's about the sword soul and the whereabouts of that person..."

Qianying picked up the porcelain cup on the side of the chessboard and took a sip gently:

"No, we'll be waiting in Kyoto. ”

Lao Dao was slightly surprised, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but continue to ask: "What about Yueyang Tower and the Southern Regions bandits?"

"There are troublesome people..."

“......”

Blue sky, frost and snow.

The winter is continuous, and the silver snake goes north to wait for the boy.

Yueyang City, ask the sky.

Thousands of cars are gone, and 10,000 people are gasping.

The red mangs covering the sky have disappeared, and the green bamboos in the mountains have been burned.

It's like a bare, big mountain.

However, no one cares about this at this time. Because, compared to the life and death of the young man on the top of the mountain, this is nothing.

In front of the building, on the square, large and small Dan furnaces are placed together, a total of 180 statues. The raging fire burned out a gentle green smoke and reached the clouds.

Countless Taoist leaders, teachers, and Confucians, or fanning the wind, or taking medicine, densely filled the entire square. Among them, there are actually a hundred and ten pure Yang Dao people, who are helping to help, which is really incomprehensible...

On the downhill road, thousands of black-clothed people rushed back and forth carrying boxes of goods and packages.

On the way to the top, thousands of disciples rushed up and down with pills in their hands.

There are too many people...

So much so that even the door of the bamboo house on the top of the mountain had to be left open and never closed.

Moreover, the Cao Pavilion Lord, who was originally guarding the front of the house, also had to move his position to the hall inside the house.

Inside the bamboo house, it was still embarrassing.

The disciples who asked the heavens like a stream of water, entered and exited.

Countless medicinal herbs and pills were roughly classified and piled up at random. A room full of medicinal fragrance completely covered the smell of red mang.

In the study,

The old man's hair was messed up a few times, but his spirit was still full, and his hand that dropped the needle did not tremble. From time to time, he fed a few pills to Xia Xun, who was like a dead corpse, and he was very careful.

And Xia Xun is more miserable.

The green shirt was shattered to the point of being dressed, and a horrific laceration ran from the collarbone through the heart to the navel. Inside the lacerated white flesh, the rolling red rays wriggled, as if a demon was about to burst out.

It's scary, and it's dangerous.

If yesterday's medicine was three days late, if the mountain was only a few hundred zhang high. Then some things may really be out of control as the old man expected.

Let's not talk about whether this thing that can break the body at any time will bring a catastrophe to the three thousand Yueyang. At least judging from the small piece of terrifying body revealed yesterday, I am afraid that some of the secrets of some people are really about to be saved...

"Sir, the white lotus seeds have been refined. ”

Peony held the newly researched pill and walked lightly from the desk...

The old man nodded slightly.

"After putting it away, let's go back to the room and rest. This medicine is enough for the time being..."

"Well..."

Peony carefully put the pills into each medicine bowl beside the old man.

She slowed down...

The eyes are always reluctant, sometimes looking at the crack where the demon is hidden. Curious, fearful...

"Sir, is the thing in his body really related to that one back then?"

“......”

The old man pulled out the silver needle and dipped it in the medicinal soup on the side of his hand.

As soon as the silver needle touched the water, it immediately filled with a pungent white smoke...

It wasn't until the white smoke melted away that the old man raised his head and looked at the peony with a kind smile: "Maybe there is, maybe not." ”

"But yesterday's figure..."

Peony said vaguely.

Obviously, she was frightened by yesterday's scene.

However, this does not indicate that she is timid. Because, even the old man, when he saw that terrifying thing crawling out of Xia Xun's stomach, he was really startled.

"Fool..."

The old man chuckled: "Whether he is a pawn or a plotter, this is his own business." We can't help him choose..."

"These... I understand. Peony responded obediently.

"Huh"

The old man twisted the silver needle and steadily turned into Xia Xun's heart.

"It's good that you really understand. Otherwise, before the time comes, let him blossom, and the final fruit will surely be bitter. This hurt him..."

"Well..."

Peony nodded, and at the same time finished distributing all the pills.

"Remember, what you saw yesterday is not to be said. Including your senior brother, including those old gods of the Seven Stars..."

The old man looked at Xia Xun's pale face with a solemn expression.

"And himself. ”

“......”

The last six words, the old man said solemnly and seriously. As for the meaning, perhaps only he can understand.

The medicine bowl on the table was filled with various pills. The strong aroma of herbs fills the small study.

Peony gently opened the door and left...

The faint scent of medicine sent her back to the boudoir, exhausted.

She was indeed tired...

For seven days and nights, she took medicine, refined medicine, and released medicine without stopping, draining almost all her energy. So much so that as soon as she lay down on the soft cotton bed and closed her eyes, a slight purring sounded and she fell asleep.

The dream didn't seem to be pretty, as could be seen from her frowning brow. Cold sweat poured out of her dirty forehead like droplets, sliding down her cheeks onto the embroidered soft pillow.

The breeze is blowing slowly...

Touching her green silk, with a few traces of the girl's fragrance, a few traces of the fragrance of medicinal herbs, and left along the windowsill.

Beyond the windowsill, not far away, is the back door of the bamboo house.

When the wind blew here, it stopped.

The atmosphere here is very oppressive, and the air is filled with uncomfortable scorching, so scared that the breeze has to lose its comfort.

The originally dense back mountain is now burned to the point that only dead wood and branches remain. At a glance, it was bare, only the eighty-mile bamboo forest and ice lake under the mountain, and the carbon pile left by Xia Xun and the old man half a month ago were still there.

The carbon pile was burning at some point, and it was blazing. It's just that more than ten bamboo rats on the fire are roasted into charcoal, and no more, no less than ten Taoists, just sit in a circle around the fire.

"According to what you say, eighteen and nine young, resentful bandits and poisonous bees, as well as the leaders of the Tiger Gang and the Heavenly Dao Alliance, are all hairy boys in their early twenties?" Dean Yaoguang asked, looking at Mo Xian suspiciously.

"En" Mo Xian replied slightly, without superfluous movements.

"That's weird..."

Dean Yaoguang was even more puzzled, he pouted, and put his palm between his chin and lips. Eyes swept over the other eight:

"More than 30 gangs came to the aid at the same time, which must have been premeditated. But who is the person standing behind them? The one who can control the entire green forest in the Southern Regions is probably at least a figure on the same level as the hermit, right?"

He paused, and his gaze turned to Li Qingfeng, who had a displeased face.

"Is it the means of your palace master?"

Li Qingfeng picked up the dust and said disdainfully: "Do you have a brain?"

"In the past twenty years, no one has been in or out of that palace except the Heavenly Master. If it is said to be the means of pure yang, it can only be the means of the Heavenly Master..."

"But, is it possible for the Heavenly Master to help you and deal with himself?"

Dean Yaoguang blushed when he was said.

Li Qingfeng didn't wait for the others to answer, and continued: "I told you everything. This is either the old devil's backhand, or there are still big people who didn't make a move back then. You just don't believe it!"

"You don't have a fucking brain!"

Dean Tianshu glared at Li Qingfeng and scolded: "The seeds left by the hidden master in the eastern soil have long been pulled out of our chicken skin, how can there be a backhand?

"I know nonsense!"

"Raft!"

Li Qingfeng stood up suddenly, swept out the dust, pointed at the Dean of Tianshu, and gritted his teeth: "You owe a beating, right?"

"You think you're great if you have a lot of strength, right?" Dean Tianshu also stood up angrily.

"He's probably right..."

A hoarse voice stopped two angry voices.

Speaker, Lu Suifeng. This was the first sentence he said in two days, but it was as shocking as it was two days ago.

He looked up at Li Qingfeng, and said with a hint of dryness and hoarseness: "Since the people who shot are all young men, then their elders should be the people covered by the paper oath, there is no doubt about this." ”

"These people didn't follow the hermit north, and they didn't die on that night twelve years ago. There's only one fact over there..."

At this point, Lu Suifeng paused. Everyone's eyes brushed over him. Although, everyone here already knows the answer. However, if the answer comes out of Lu Suifeng's mouth, the meaning is completely different.

"There was a big man in the court who had never made a move, and he saved them. ”

"But he's only half right..."