Three days later, Yongping Mansion was inside the ancient lotus pond. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhu Jiarou, Mu Xiahuai, and Linglong of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, Ding Chengfeng, He Ping, Wang Zhongting, and Zhang Aiji of the Shanhaitang, Yuan Suiyun of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, Qingxu Daochang of the Wudang Faction, and Zuo Xingtang, as well as Chen Luochuan, the prefect of Yongping Mansion, and Zeng Quanbin, the prefect of the Tongju Mansion, arrived one after another.

Zhu Jiarou sat in the hall, only to see her jade face haggard, melancholy and depressed between her eyebrows, and she seemed to be preoccupied.

When everyone was seated, she said in her usual cold and melodious tone: "Recently, everyone must know what happened in Yongping Mansion. Red Leaf Villa is the nest of the Corpse God Hall of the Illusory Demon Palace, and the owner of the village, Ye Yun, has committed a great offense in the world, refining the blood corpse with his fellow martial artists, and the people and gods are angry. Although he has been ambushed now, the rest of the sins are still making waves in Yongping Mansion. In view of this, the Imperial Court and the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion decided to postpone the last round of the Sword Discussion Conference, and wait for the situation to calm down, and then choose a date to compete. ”

Hearing the news, everyone in the hall had their own concerns, and they were silent.

Ding Chengfeng was the leader of the rivers and lakes of Yongping Mansion, and he was the first to speak: "County Lord, when will the Sword Conference be postponed?"

Zhu Jiarou sighed: "Concubine Hua was killed, and then Ling Mofeng was assassinated, and now even Yan Long, the deputy hall master of your hall, has lost his whereabouts in the process of tracking down Yu Zhenqing. Everything seems to have something to do with Momiji Mountain Resort and the Sword Tournament. The center of the imperial court has already complained about this matter, and the officials have even attacked our Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. The situation forced the sword conference to be postponed!"

Ding Chengfeng said: "We all understand the difficulties of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, but now there are a large number of martial arts people gathered in Yongping Mansion, and everyone is a figure who licks blood with a knife. ”

Hearing Ding Chengfeng's words, the prefect Chen Luochuan echoed: "What Master Ding said is very true!"

Zhu Jiarou said: "Now that the ghost-faced swordsman of the Phantom Demon Palace has not been caught, it is possible to kill fellow martial artists again at any time, if there is any more bloody case during the Sword Conference, the reputation of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion will be too great." ”

Zuo Xingtang Jianghu has a very high status, and his seat is higher than Ding Chengfeng, and he is the closest to Zhu Jiarou.

Regarding Zhu Jiarou's position of suspending the sword conference, he agreed: "This sword conference was held by the imperial court in the name of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, although there are many martial arts colleagues in Yongping Mansion, but they don't dare to go against the imperial court, otherwise the imperial court will be held accountable, and no one will be able to bear it." I think there are only two things that are important at the moment. The first thing, whether life or death, find Yan Long. Speaking of this, his voice sank, and he paused before continuing: "Since Yan Long is tracking down Yu Zhenqing's disappearance, and someone has seen the Ghost-Faced Swordsman and Yan Long appear at the same time in Yuyan Township, then as long as Yan Long is found, the secret between Yu Zhenqing, the Ghost-Faced Swordsman and the Red Leaf Villa will be revealed." The second thing is that all of you here must be very careful when entering and exiting, otherwise with the strength of the ghost-faced swordsman to kill Ling Mofeng, no matter who it is, once it is alone, it will be in danger. ”

After Zuo Xingtang said this, a trace of unnoticed hatred flashed in Yuan Suiyun's eyes, and he secretly said in his heart: "With such a high degree of precaution, it is really difficult to start. ”

Zuo Xingtang paused for a moment and said to Zhu Jiaju: "County Lord, during the reopening of the Sword Conference, it is advisable to make a decision as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you lose your trust in the rivers and lakes, you will not only lose the face of Ling Xiao Sword Pavilion. ”

Zhu Jiarou looked at Ding Chengfeng and Chen Luochuan and said, "How long does it take to search the entire Yongping Mansion?"

Ding Chengfeng and Chen Luochuan glanced at each other, and then Chen Luochuan arched his hand and said, "One month." ”

"Okay, a month later, whether Yan Long and Yu Zhenqing can be found or not, the sword conference will be held as scheduled. Zhu Jia judo.

Yuan Suiyun thought secretly in his heart: "Seeing that the position of the swordsman of the third-layer town pavilion is about to be obtained, but it has to be postponed again, Yan Long has become a ghost, where can you go to find it! ”

......

The inner hall of the ancient lotus pond.

As soon as An Xiyan and An Xiuyun stepped into the courtyard that belonged to them, they saw Zhu Jiarou's slender back.

Hearing the sound, Zhu Jiarou turned around, looked at An Xiyan and said, "Sister, how is it?"

An Xiyan had tears in the corners of her eyes, greeted Zhu Jiarou, threw herself into her arms, and cried: "Sister Jiarou, all the people I can use have been sent out, but ...... But I still can't find him!"

Zhu Jia gently stroked An Xiyan's long hair, and said softly: "Yan Long is a blessed person, you should relax your heart, maybe in a few days, he will come back to see you." ”

"Really?!" An Xiyan looked at Zhu Jiarou with tears in her eyes.

Zhu Jiarou's eyes were full of warm smiles, and she said, "Really!"

These words of coaxing children, An Xiyan usually don't believe it, but now she is in turmoil, these words are like a drowning person encountering a driftwood, which makes her heart ignite some hope.

Zhu Jiarou hugged An Xiyan and comforted her gently, but her own eyes were full of worry, and she secretly said in her heart: "Yan Long, where are you??!!"

......

For nearly twenty days, Yan Long spent time in a bumpy carriage, he had a high fever, he was babbling, and the wounds on his body had become inflamed and ulcerated in some places due to poor care.

On the twenty-first day, the convoy suddenly let out a loud cheer.

Yan Long lay on the carriage, opened his eyes, and everywhere he entered, there was a blue sky and white clouds.

And beside him there was a rough-looking and rough-skinned man with a horse skin bag, who was about to feed him sour mare's milk.

The sour mare's milk was poured into his mouth, and a smell of milk rushed into his throat, choking him and coughing, and mare's milk overflowed from his mouth. Yan Long frowned, blocked the horse skin bag with his hand, and said weakly: "No need, I don't drink." ”

This man obviously couldn't understand Chinese, and when he saw Yan Long's refusal, he raised his eyebrows, and continued to send the horse skin bag in his hand to Yan Long's mouth, and said a string of words one after another, but none of the words Yan Long could understand.

Yan Long shook his head, struggled to sit up from the car, only to see that the surrounding was a vast grassland, and then looked at the past, the flat grassland majestically presented more than ten mountain tops, flat as a knife, the slope of the cliff steep, in the distance of the setting sun, arranged in an orderly manner, staggered, like a dormant beast.

"What kind of place is this?" Yan Long looked at the man holding the horse skin bag, pointed to the ground with his finger, and asked. The man smiled at him innocently, and then pointed his fingers.

Still couldn't understand a word, Yan Long smiled bitterly: "Thank you, but I really don't want to drink what you have in your hand." He pointed to the sour mare's milk that the man was holding, and waved his hand desperately.

The man bared his white teeth and smiled again.