Shi Jingzhi was stunned on the spot.
He was not the only one who was shocked. Wuxue Po also didn't expect Yin Ci to be so happy - she was stunned for a moment and then turned her eyes to Yin Ci.
"Are you admitting that you, the Karesan Sect, secretly concealed the treasure? Are you really saying that you are the man in white?"
Yin Ci didn't answer immediately.
He acted like a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers, let go of Shi Jingzhi's hand, and then took a step forward to stand in front of the master: "I used to make a living in the mountains and didn't recognize my predecessors. But I know that you are all the same. A well-informed and well-known celebrity, you can definitely see that Master’s reaction is not fake, he is completely unaware of it.”
No matter how cunning Shi Jingzhi is, he is only twenty-seven years old and has no experience. Faced with such a big change, he couldn't deceive the elders such as Monk Juehui and Wu Xue Po.
But I am different.
After struggling in this world for hundreds of years, Yin Ci can even fake a cold sweat, let alone breathing, heartbeat, and complexion.
Sure enough, Monk Juehui observed Shi Jingzhi for a long time, and nodded to Shi Zhongyu. Both of them showed a somewhat relaxed look - since Shi Jingzhi had not done anything unjust, they could protect him openly.
Even if you only protect him.
Wu Xuepo's eyes were like those of an owl, and Jiejie smiled strangely: "So what if Master Shi doesn't know? Regardless of the master's violation of the rules, it's the apprentice who broke the taboo, and the Kushan sect has broken the rules... Of course, it's Master Shi who is willing to do this. People are expelled from the school and left to their own devices, so I don’t have to embarrass the Kushan Sect.”
Yin Ci was not surprised.
He even had some vague expectations - would Mr. Shi abandon him without even listening to the reason in order to protect himself
Unexpectedly, Shi Jingzhi didn't hesitate at all: "Aci has a kind-hearted nature and is not a greedy person. Since he hid it from me, he must have his own reasons. It's better to listen to his explanation first."
Yin Ci glanced at him, Jingzhi's hair was rising, but his tone was quite firm.
interesting.
Yin Ci deliberately looked scared: "The Buddha beads were definitely stuffed by the man in white. I was so nervous before that I didn't even notice them. I just found them in my pocket yesterday."
"I don't have much eyesight, so I can't tell if this is the prayer beads everyone is looking for. I was just sure about it just now."
Shi Zhongyu: "Why don't you report it?"
Yin Ci smiled bitterly and said: "What if it is really a treasure map of Buddha beads? Even if I tell the truth, will everyone believe it? I don't know the man in white at all, but he just gave the beads to me? My mother-in-law said that the Kushan sect colluded with the man in white. We There is no way to refute it. If you want to accuse me, why bother..."
"No need to worry." Shi Jingzhi added in a low voice.
Yin Ci twitched her lips at him, then knelt down on one knee and gave a big salute to Wu Xue Po.
Just heard a chirp.
Yin Ci tore off his sect's clothes, revealing a white undershirt. When they saw the clothes clearly, everyone held their breath.
There was a crooked line of blood written on the inner garment, and the blood marks had dried for a long time—
On the second day after the human-shaped coffin was broken, a Buddhist bead was found in his pocket.
Yin Ci looked sincere: "If the master had known about it in advance, no matter what I do now, my mother-in-law can say that it was the master's instruction. Now that my mother-in-law has seen it, the master has no idea. I did it all by myself."
"In order to prove that I had no intention of hiding the beads, I wrote a letter in blood on my clothes on the day I found the beads. After leaving the tomb, the Jinyu Gang would conduct a rough search of the clothes. I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to... You are all experts, so you must recognize people. Blood old and new.”
Shi Zhongyu suddenly realized: "Yin Xiaoyou, are you afraid of being implicated as the leader?"
As expected, the Taiheng faction came to the rescue, and everything was as Yin Ci expected. The moment he decided to "play a little longer," he planned an escape route.
Yin Ci raised his head: "That's right. It's better if the Buddhist beads are fake. If they are real, they are already in my vagina. I can't put them out to harm others."
"Whether I report it to Yueshui Pavilion or tell Master secretly, it may implicate Master, so I came up with a bad idea."
Yin Ci was not using the original pronunciation at the moment, but his voice was gentle, pleasant and convincing.
After saying that, he turned his eyes to Wuxue Po and put a soft nail in his words: "Mother-in-law, Master has indeed offended the Chigou Sect. It's natural that you can't stand him, but this matter really has nothing to do with him. As for Just now, you asked me if I was a man in white..."
Yin Ci took action and took off his blood-stained clothes to his waist, revealing his upper body wrapped in ghost skin clothes.
"The master saw the face of the man in white. Monks will not lie. Master, do you remember what that man looks like?"
The monk clasped his hands together and said, "The man's skin is as white as jade and his face is refined. He is not a mortal at first glance. He has no resemblance to this little donor."
Yin Ci has a tight upper body and a thin waist. The ghost leather clothes made his skin dull and rough, covered with small scars. At first glance, it looks like a beautiful beast full of life.
It's a pity that it has nothing to do with "skin as white as jade and refined face".
"I grew up in the mountains and turned 20 this year. I had just completed three years of mourning for my father when I was taken down the mountain by my master. If you want to check, you can check. Mother-in-law, how can I, a poor mountain family, and Does the master in white have anything to do with it?"
Wuxuepo was speechless and looked slightly gloomy: "Kushan Sect, Kushan Sect... what a fox's den."
The Chigou Sect values their inheritance the most, and cannot be as shameless as the Ling Sect. Although Wu Xuepo is shrewd, she is also a person who abides by her own rules. She really can't bear to face Yin Ci's excuse for "respecting teachers and respecting education".
Yin Ci took a breath and took out the trump card that he had prepared: "I know the rules. Even if it is for the sake of the sect, if you do something wrong, you will do something wrong. I have a suggestion, I wonder if you can accept it..."
Zheng Fengdao snorted: "If you fart, hurry up."
"This Buddhist bead is temporarily given to Jianchen Temple for safekeeping. When we get to the ground, we will use it to draw out a few maps. Everyone will have one. As for me, mother-in-law, give me a slap. As long as I can survive, I don't care. ”
When he heard the first half of the sentence, Shi Jingzhi had no reaction. As soon as the second half of the sentence came out, he suddenly became anxious: "Aci, what are you talking about?!"
He wanted to rush over, but was restrained by Shi Zhongyu: "We are all here, Wu Xuepo doesn't dare to kill anyone on the spot... Master Shi, calm down!"
"I just hope that my mother-in-law will not embarrass the master." Yin Ci lowered his head and continued.
Wu Xuepo said coldly: "With one strike from my palm, you will definitely lose all your meridians and become a cripple. Your master was just trying to catch you to make up for the loss, but he will tell you later whether he is willing to do it. Even so, Are you willing too?"
Yin Ci shrank first, and then said tremblingly: "In any case, Master has been kind to me."
"Good boy." Wu Xuepo said in a complex tone, "That's all, if you little fox takes a slap from me, I won't touch the big one."
Before she finished speaking, and before anyone could react, she slapped Yin Ci on the chest with her palm.
Yin Ci was knocked back more than a dozen steps on the spot, slammed into the wall, and spit out a large mouthful of blood. He moved a few times, but failed to stand up, making him look weak.
On the other side, Shi Jingzhi actually opened Shi Zhongyu's arm, his eyes almost burning.
Wuxue Po stopped and said, "Why, your apprentice managed to pick you out, are you here to die?"
When Shi Jingzhi spoke again, there was a hint of gloominess in his voice: "I don't dare. I just remembered what happened today."
After saying that, he rushed to Yin Ci, took off his coat and covered his disciple. Then he took out the medicine box and began to give him medicine carefully.
"When we get out of the tomb, I'll settle the score with you." Shi Jingzhi said through gritted teeth. "What if she breaks your limbs?"
"In the future? Master, won't you be with me 'in the future'?"
Shi Jingzhi shook his hand and spilled less than half of the medicine: "That's crazy. I can't do that kind of bastard thing as a teacher. Don't think about the things that are there or not."
Yin Ci chuckled.
Broken hands and feet are just external injuries, and they can be cured. The Chigou Sect is a demonic sect after all, and Wu Xue Po is not that kind.
She will definitely use the red chi hand that can cut off people's meridians to completely destroy herself. It's a pity that Yin Ci's meridians have long been disabled, which is just a hole in the sieve, which has no practical significance.
The good thing about letting Wu Xue Po take action is that there will be no obvious trauma and it will not make people suspicious.
As for the internal injuries... Shi Jingzhi immediately investigated and found out that his internal injuries had not completely healed on their own. From now on, Yin Ci only needs to act enough and let Shi Jingzhi check a second time every few days.
In order to act more realistically, Yin Ci struggled to spit out some medicine - Shi Jingzhi's medicine was so painful that it made his throat sour.
"Master, please stop feeding me. My chest hurts and I can't drink." He said sadly and spit out another mouthful of medicinal soup.
Shi Jingzhi's eyes were complicated. He took back the medicine bowl and drank it slowly.
Yin Ci suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, at the next moment, Shi Jingzhi grabbed his hair and pressed his lips directly on him. His strength was frightening, and he pushed back Yin Ci's subconscious struggle.
Devil Yin has always been used to teasing others, but he has never been teased by anyone.
Yin Ci originally wanted to push Shi Jingzhi away, but there were still people watching and he had to continue acting, so he had to let Shi Jingzhi hold down the medicine.
… This guy has a strong desire for revenge.
Yin Ci clenched his teeth reflexively, but the master even used his tongue. He was so frightened that he quickly opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine completely.
After taking the medicine, Shi Jingzhi wiped his mouth with a cold face and embedded the beads without saying a word.
The aura around him was so upright that everyone was speechless for a moment. Yan Qing, who was watching the whole process, was stunned. He slowly sat down, hugged his knees, and pretended to be a potted plant.
Yin Ci sat there, with the bitter taste of the medicinal soup in his mouth. It seemed that his plan wasn't that perfect either, he smacked his lips expressionlessly.
The barrier stood up instantly, the ground rumbled and trembled, and the floor slowly rose.
Everyone stared above their heads with vigilance, fearing that Yan Budu might have some back-up plans. Fortunately, it was safe this time, and Shiban sent them back to a familiar place—the gate on the first floor.
The wounded who were initially left on the first floor were guarding their luggage and huddled against the wall with a look of shock on their faces.
Everyone divided the beads and the barrier finally disappeared. According to the agreement, Shi Jingzhi took a Buddhist bead and gave it to Jianchen Temple, then carried the "seriously injured" disciple on his back and stood by the door.
When compared, there were eight large characters written on the door. The characters were brown and red in color, and the handwriting was bright and cheerful, as if they were written in blood.
The first time he saw those words, Zheng Fengdao knelt down respectfully and paid a heavy salute.
"'I am tired of my bones to build a tower, but I don't bother to ride on the wind'..." Shi Jingzhi read out in a low voice and looked at Yan Qing. "Is this the letter left by Yan Budu? Yan Qing, what does he mean?"
Yan Qing was expressionless: "I really don't know anything."
Yin Ci didn't understand it either, but he knew the other meaning of the eight words. Yan Budu left a letter wantonly at the exit of the ghost tomb. There is only one possibility -
"Yan Budu is really not in the tomb." Wuxue Po said, "This is interesting."
"Leader, we...we haven't found a way to crack this door." Seeing Wu Xuepo returning safely, Chigou's followers gathered around her. "I have to ask you to take action."
"At this point, Yan Budu will not set up any difficult traps. If the beads are lost here, how will it cause trouble to the world? Get out of here and let me see."
She walked around the door for a long time and suddenly laughed.
"What a shame, Yan Budu. No wonder I couldn't see anything fishy before. The words in blood turned out to be a reminder. Everyone, just walk out."
Jin Lan recalled the miserable situation of the servants of the Changle sect and shuddered: "The sect is a cannibal!"
"Really, then why doesn't it eat the blood words? I've seen it, and the blood words are deeply stained inside the door, and the blood stains are still there. This door can be penetrated by flesh and blood, but I'm afraid it can't be broken with other tools."
Wu Xuepo poked the follower beside her with her crutch.
"Here, you, go over and take a look. Remember, cover your clothes with zhenqi, and don't touch the front again after you go out. When you go out, remember to make some noise."
The man nodded obediently and strode towards the door. As soon as he touched the facade, he felt like he was stuck in a swamp and was submerged vertically.
He walked steadily without struggling or screaming. But everyone waited for a long time, but did not hear any sound from the other side.
"Well, it seems there is another mystery on the other side of the door. It doesn't matter, I won't misjudge Yan Budu's temperament. Boys, let's go."
"Donor, please stay." Monk Juehui suddenly spoke.
Wu Xuepo said unceremoniously: "What?"
Monk Juehui took out three Buddhist beads of his own and put them together with the one given by Yin Ci just now: "Your religion has a glutinous rice bar."
"...Monk, what do you mean?"
"Amitabha. The precious Buddha beads are an unlucky thing. Our temple has no intention of joining the dispute. Why don't we rub the four beads here. When the rubbing is completed, I will destroy them."
Yan Qing was shocked and said: "Master, you said, 'If you can send it out, you can naturally take it back'... Do you know what Master Juehui will do?"
"Yeah. Monks don't care about immortality. They have retrieved the "Wu Mu Sutra" and their goal has been achieved. They definitely can't bear to see the world become a mess." Shi Jingzhi said absently, "They can't control other sects, at least they can control themselves. ”
Yan Qing: "But..."
"Aci handed over the Buddhist beads of the man in white, Jianchen Temple took four, and each of the other factions got two. Once it was revealed, everyone had three-sevenths of the map, which saved them a lot of trouble. ”
He turned his head and looked at Yin Ci over his shoulder: "I just didn't expect that A Ci would come up with a similar idea. A Ci, you and the monks are quite compatible."
Yin Ci hummed and continued to close his eyes and pretend to be hurt.
Shi Jingzhi thought of going together with him, and by making such a proposal, he really had the intention of inducing the monk to meet him. Now it's time for me to say a few stupid things and pretend to be innocent.
It was just the smell of the medicinal soup that made him not want to open his mouth. Not to mention, Shi Jingzhi's touch lingered on his lips.
So Yin Ci had to say nothing and began to think about how to trick him back.
Yan Qing continued to argue: "I can't figure it out. You have guessed a long time ago that you gave the Buddhist beads from the human-shaped coffin to the monk? Didn't you give everyone an advantage in vain?"
"There are no Buddhist beads in our hands, and everyone is focused on snatching them. We will definitely be targeted. But if we have enough maps, everyone is worried about the large-scale search by the sects, and they will have less energy to deal with us."
The Kushan sect was chirping on one side, while Juehui on the other side had finished drawing the treasure map and started distributing it. After each representative had received it, Monk Juehui held the four beads in his hand and crushed them into powder.
After the dust dispersed, Monk Juehui let out a long sigh.
"Is it done? I'll take the first step." Wu Xuepo waved her hand, instructing the followers to protect their luggage with their true energy and take the lead in passing through the gate.
Chi Gou taught the group to leave, and there was still silence outside the door, not even the sound of footsteps.
Shi Jingzhi took a few deep breaths: "Let's go too."
Yan Qing straightened his body in fear, but Shi Jingzhi grabbed the collar of his neck and dragged him forward: "Don't worry, even if something happens to someone, it won't be you."
As Shi Jingzhi spoke, the warm inner energy enveloped Yin Ci again. Yin Ci simply buried his nose on his master's shoulder and closed his eyes.
Wu Xuepo's judgment was not wrong.
However, the "other side of the door" no longer exists. The tomb passage was filled with soft limbs of monsters, and their cool limbs pushed them towards the exit. Within a moment, the three of them were pushed out by the monster and fell outside.
They open their eyes.
Some kind of gray-red monster fills the tunnel. Its limbs are tangled, covered in mucus, and are as thick as a thigh. Those who were not able to enter the tomb on that first day were probably crushed to death by the stuff.
Yan Qing silently took out the suicide note in his arms and tore it into pieces bit by bit. Shi Jingzhi sat on the ground, shaking the mucus on his body angrily, almost shaking his head away.
Yin Ci looked at the sky - he hadn't looked at the blue sky carefully for so long that he almost forgot how refreshing it could be.
Yan Budu may have had a chance and really found the way to immortality. And with three-sevenths of the map in their hands, they played a treasure hunt game with various sects. You just need to enjoy the process and take away the treasure in the end.
Regardless of whether he was hiding visual clues or not, he would never be bored again in the past year.
They didn't wait long, other sects were also thrown out by the monster. After everyone left, the monster let out a scream, shrank back, and vacated the dark tomb passage.
The ghost tomb is closed again.
The legend of flesh-seeing that has been circulated for hundreds of years did not die along with it, and it vaguely showed the potential of starting a prairie fire.
Everyone fell scattered in the square in front of the tomb. Jinyu helped bring dry robes, and also diligently provided hot water, hand towels, and sweet porridge. While everyone was cleaning themselves up, the Jinyu Gang completed the treasure list.
Except for the Kushan sect, the other sects can be said to have returned with a full harvest. Putting aside the treasures of the town sect, there are countless treasures that can be traded.
In the territory designated by the Jinyu Gang, there was no conflict between the various factions. They maintained a tacit understanding, waiting for the Jinyu Gang to inspect and purchase the treasures, and then immediately sell them to the people who wanted them. Those who don’t want to buy or sell are already packing their treasures and planning a safe return route.
The cold square suddenly became lively, and there was a faint shadow of a market.
"I have nothing to send, so I won't stop here. Let's go to the rest area first and ask the girl to help tell the Jinyu Gang." Shi Jingzhi saluted Shen Zhu.
The disciples of the Jinyu Gang on one side immediately came closer: "What Master Shi said, if you don't want to sell it, you can buy it! This time a large number of magic weapons came out, and the gang leader asked experts to maintain and repair them. Oh, those repaired ones are better than new." new."
Shi Jingzhi slowly took out the gold hairpin, with sad eyes: "That's all I have."
The smile of the disciple of the Jinyu Gang froze: "... Well, you are wearing the Hanging Shadow Sword? This sword was made by everyone, so it can be exchanged for a small sum."
Shi Jingzhi: "No. It's a gift from me to my apprentice. I can't sell it without saying anything."
Yan Qing looked at the painful leader Shi, pursed his lips, and handed over his backpack: "Master."
"Um?"
"When we were in Paper Man Street, Senior Shi asked me to take some jewelry as hard-earned money. You can use half of it."
Shi Jingzhi was shocked and said: "Isn't it bad?"
"If Master Shi had not kept me, I would have died a long time ago. I will ask someone to hand over the remaining half to Senior Shi... Thank you both for your help."
Shi Jingzhi almost burst into tears: "Okay, okay. Yan Qing, your monthly salary will be increased to 800 yuan a month!"
Yan Qing looked numb.
Yin Ci was carried by Shi Jingzhi again based on his identity as the injured person. He took the opportunity to clear his throat: "Master, what about me?"
Shi Jingzhi: "Ah Ci, after what happened, you and I have become like father and son. What's mine is yours, why do you care about such a trivial matter?"
Yin Ci: "?" You bastard, whose father is who
Shi Jingzhi knew in his heart that Yin Ci's meridians had been damaged for a long time. Wu Xue Po's palm only caused some internal injuries, so he just needed to take care of them. But since the apprentice liked him to carry it, he would carry it.
He winked at Shen Zhu, told her to step back, and then walked towards the depths of the market.
Yan Qing was a man of many talents. Shi Zhongyu asked him to get jewelry, but the stupid boy didn't take too much jewelry. Shi Jingzhi looked at the magic weapon with longing eyes, and a small scream came from his throat.
Yin Ci lay down comfortably, but Shi Jingzhi gave him a headache due to his grunting. He bit his ear at his master: "Master, Yan Budu lives a luxurious life and has the best daily necessities. Your flag is broken, why not go over there and see if there are any replacement materials..."
As a result, before Yin Ci finished speaking, Shi Jingzhi put him on the ground and rushed out.
Yin Ci: "?"
Yan Qing patted him sympathetically: "Brother, it's not easy."
Yin Ci gritted his teeth: "Easy to say."
Half an hour passed, and Shi Jingzhi happily took back a lot of things.
"Aci is right, the daily necessities buried with him are all treasures... A clear silver bamboo pole, ripped from the fan buried with him, is stronger than ordinary swords. Did you see this piece of cloth? The cold used to wrap the divine soldiers. Silk and linen cloth, invulnerable to water and fire. Feeling, tsk tsk tsk.”
The headmaster looked happy and looked like he wanted to hug them and kiss them fiercely.
Seeing the dead faces of Yin Ci and Yan Qing, Shi Jingzhi smiled mysteriously.
"These are bought for you...here! A self-defense sword for Yan Qing. It's not a famous sword, but it's something from Ghost Tomb at least, and it's stronger than 90% of the weapons on the market. Yan Qing, what's left for you? Come and take charge. From now on, food, drink and daily necessities will be as you wish."
Yan Qing took the money bag and sword, remained silent for a long time, and finally showed a slight smile.
"Next is Aci—my master bought you an ambergris wood scabbard. I asked someone to paint it black, which is suitable for the hanging shadow sword."
Shi Jingzhi put the Diao Ying Sword into its scabbard and handed it to Yin Ci with both hands: "The edge can hurt, so be sure to keep it away... I exchanged this for the golden hairpin. From now on, I will not interfere with your private affairs."
Yin Ci was startled.
Shi Jingzhi touched his head naturally: "Let's just be a good master and disciple, okay?"
His tone was gentle, his smile undiminished. There was a little more secret vigilance and a slightly sad plea in his eyes.
Yin Ci pretended not to understand, but responded speciously: "What did Master say? As long as you don't kick me out, you will always be my good master."
Shi Jingzhi's smile brightened: "Yeah."
Then he took out two pieces of exquisite candy cakes and said, "Look, the high-end snacks sold by Jinyu Gang. Thank you for waiting so long, let's eat something first before leaving."
As he said this, he didn't even take a bite. Instead, he took out the remaining pancakes from his bag and swallowed them in big gulps.
Yin Ci stopped biting the snack and said, "Master, don't you want to eat it?"
"I ate it for my teacher."
It's a lie. Shi Jingzhi's body was covered in monster slime, but not a single crumb of heart. People are afraid that they are reluctant to buy it for themselves just to save some money.
They say life is short, especially for boys, so why bother.
Yin Ci handed out the snacks: "I don't like sweets, please eat them, Master."
Shi Jingzhi took it solemnly: "It is truly a blessing from God to receive a good disciple like you as my teacher."
However, the moment Shi Jingzhi picked up the snack, his movements became slightly stiff.
Then he began to eat elegantly, chewing every bite slowly and eating like crazy. The moment of stiffness seemed to be an illusion. Yin Ci didn't find anything else wrong, so he had to give up.
He took out half of the cake that Shi Jingzhi had eaten and bit it casually. Although the pancakes had been stored for several days and were cold under the tomb, they still tasted fresh and delicious.
Yin Ci had long been accustomed to his own cooking, and he ate the pancake quickly. Shi Jingzhi and Yan Qing were like two snails, eating slowly and chatting while eating.
Shi Jingzhi chewed the icing sugar and slurred his words: "Do you know the origin of the Diao Ying Sword
Yan Qing licked the snack residue in his palm and shook his head.
"Have you heard of Zhuang Wufeng? He was a master swordsmith a hundred years ago. The Guanwu Sword in the human-shaped coffin was forged by him himself. In his later years, he forged the Diaoying Sword and mixed it with Wushu Ore - Wushu Ore is extremely light in weight. "
Yan Qing was very considerate and asked honestly: "Then this sword should be very expensive?"
Shi Jingzhi smiled awkwardly: "What? Wushu ore is usually used to make armor. Wushu soft armor can dissipate the incoming energy and is a treasure for self-protection. Using Wushu ore to make a sword, the user My own sword moves can’t bring out the true energy, so they are very suitable for A Ci.”
Yan Qing: "But like Wushujia, it can block the enemy's internal force, right?"
Yin Ciliang interrupted: "That has to be blocked. The enemy won't stare at the sword and fight, he will only chase people and beat them."
"Then, let's melt it and make it into Wushujia?"
Shi Jingzhi shook his head: "There is very little black ore inside the sword. If I were to use it to make armor, I wouldn't even be able to cover the back of my hand."
Yan Qing racked his brains: "A sword can break the inner strength, at least it can be used for assassination."
Shi Jingzhi's face was full of kindness: "Master Zhuang has thought about it too, but the killers don't buy it - their poison seals the throat after blood, so no extra tricks are needed. The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that the old man can't find a buyer, so he is angry It was because of his fate that he named it 'Diaoying Sword'... He may have felt that 'Loneliness Sword' was not elegant enough."
Yin Ci suddenly realized - no wonder he looked familiar to him, Zhuang Wufeng had also promoted it to him back then.
What did you say at that time? It seems to be "Even if I have no internal strength, I can still use a top-notch sword. The sword is just a decoration at best, and whoever uses it will be stupid."
The law of heaven is clear and retribution will not be satisfactory. Even if you become the leader of the demon sect, you still can't speak up.
Yin Ci silently hugged his lonely sword tightly and sighed secretly.
After all, Zhuang Wufeng was very skilled, and he had long since left the stage of relying on weapons, so he just had to make do with it.
The three members of the Kushan faction spent a few days at the temporary market. Being fed water by Shi Jingzhi, Yin Ci was no longer "weak" and gradually walked as usual.
But the peace was short-lived.
The Jinyu Gang made a lot of money, and bought a lot of treasures, ready to transport them out of the mountains and sell them at high prices. It is the last night of carnival, with lights and festive colors everywhere.
But the day when the Buddha beads were born was approaching, and the joy in the eyes of people in the world gradually turned to blood.
That night, Wu Xuepo was staying in the tent, calculating clues to the treasure map. There were a few very slight noises outside the tent. Her ears twitched and she threw the paper on the table into the brazier.
"Who?" she shouted sharply, but there was no reaction from the nearby congregants.
Then, she saw a man dressed in white.
"Shh-" Yin Ci raised his finger.
Wu Xuepo's eyes widened, and her murderous intention suddenly faded away: "Are you the man in white?... You look like..."
Her lips trembled a few times: "You look exactly like the portrait of the old leader. Who are you from?"
Yin Ci smiled: "My family."
"Impossible!" Wu Xuepo insisted, "The main reason for the old sect is to retain bloodline, there is no way my sect doesn't know that!"
"He doesn't want you to know, so he has his own reasons."
Yin Ci easily grabbed her crutch and made a few random gestures. As the leader of the Chigou Sect, Wuxue Po can definitely see that—
"The bone-sweeping swordsmanship... turns out to be the descendant of the Su Cult Master. No wonder he hid it so perfectly that I had no clue." Wu Xuepo said hoarsely, "I am offended by forcing you to show up in the tomb."
After saying that, she held her left wrist with her right hand and was about to twist it off, but Yin Ci pushed it away with a cane.
"He who doesn't know is not guilty. I went to the tomb secretly first, and you are the leader of a divine religion, so it is normal for you to care." Yin Ci said slowly, "Since you didn't find me anyway, you might as well expose it. I don't want to torture the old man."
"If you want to go to the grave, why don't you join the cult? I can provide you with any identity other than the leader of the cult."
Yin Ci raised his eyebrows: "I don't want to take advantage of my ancestors. Okay, now that you know my identity, tell your people to stop snooping around and making people unhappy."
"yes."
"There is something. The church is busy with affairs. Even if the ghost tomb is a serious matter, the leader should not come in person."
"I have selected a successor and am currently cultivating him within the church."
"That's it." Yin Ci nodded, turned around and left.
"Little friend, please stay!" Wuxuepo coughed twice, "Don't you want to see the picture of Buddha's jewelry?"
"We've reached the next step. Let's test it out?" Yin Ci didn't look back, and his voice was laced with a smile. "I'm not interested in that thing. I didn't take it from the tomb, let alone take it now."
He threw his cane back.
"I wanted to give you a chance to win the beads, so I gave the beads to the young disciple of the Dry Mountain Sect. Who would have thought that the boy was a stubborn donkey and refused to report it to protect the sect."
The wrinkles on Wu Xue Po's face moved slightly: "I am stubborn and failed to create momentum to win the treasure. My hard work was wasted."
Yin Ci smiled and said: "If you are willing to abide by the rules of our ancestors, it's too late for me to be happy... Is there anything else you can ask?"
Wu Xuepo lowered her head: "Little friend, walk slowly."
Yin Ci left the tent, quickly put on his ghost skin clothes, and returned to the territory of the Dry Mountain Sect. Having just separated the relationship between the "Men in White" and the "Kushan Sect", he felt very refreshed.
The Kushan sect's tent was far inferior to Wu Xue Po's. The interior was small and crowded, and there was no air leakage at all.
The scene inside the tent was the same as when he left.
Yan Qing hugged the quilt honestly and curled up into a big ball in the corner. Shi Jingzhi was also asleep, with his brows knitted together as if he had a nightmare.
As soon as Yin Cicheng lay down next to Shi Jingzhi, Shi Jingzhi turned over and put an arm around Yin Cicheng's waist.
Yin Ci: "..."
He was just about to push the arm away when he saw Shi Jingzhi's brows widening and his face looking pretty.
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"Aci." Shi Jingzhi used some force on his arm and spoke vaguely. "I bid farewell... I will be kind to you..."
Yin Ci stopped moving and listened patiently.
"You're gone now. Master... you still have to spend time catching another one... a good one..."
Shi Jingzhi muttered a few words and swallowed the second half of the sentence.
Yin Ci snorted as he swallowed it in time. He resolutely took off the arm and stuffed it back into Shi Jingzhi's bed. Shi Jingzhi slept unaware of anyone else's affairs and showed no reaction at all.
It was just before dawn the next day that Shi Jingzhi woke up. He danced with the clear silver bamboo pole he had just obtained and poked Yin Ci and Yan Qing alive.
Yin Ci said unceremoniously: "Master, are you hungry again?" It's Yin time again, who knows how a lazy person wakes up on time.
Shi Jingzhi: "Are you such an unreserved person as a teacher? Get up, we have to escape."
Yan Qing yawned: "We haven't left the Jinyu Gang territory yet..."
"You want to go with me? The sect has a support outside. We are just the rats in the herd, and everyone wants to catch them. Don't wear sect clothes. I bought some old servant clothes. Put it on."
Yan Qing changed his clothes obediently: "Does the leader have to wear a mask all the time?"
Nuo noodles are much more conspicuous than martial arts uniforms.
"No, they will definitely keep an eye on the group of three. A Ci has a calm face and can get away with just putting something on his face. Yan Qing, bend your back and squint your eyes, and put on some fake beard. I'll hide in later Box, you two sneak into the Jinyu Gang with the box, and we'll take the opportunity to go down the mountain."
Yan Qing had followed the Taiheng sect for ten years and was used to following the rules step by step, so he was a little dazed for a moment. Yin Ci accepted it well: "Listening to Master's words, it seems that the place has been decided."
"Before you two woke up, I drew out our exclusive treasure map. We will go to Qizhou with the Jinyu Gang first, and then go west to Yongsheng." Shi Jingzhi shook the paper in his hand. "There is Yongsheng on the map, maybe there will be clues there."
Yan Qing: "Wait a minute, Yongsheng and Qizhou are separated by Zongwu Mountain, so it's impossible to get through. Shouldn't we go north?"
"Other sects will also think the same way, so we have to climb Zongwu Mountain." Shi Jingzhi said with great interest. "Yan Budu specially painted this mountain, which must have his deep meaning."
Yan Qing looked blank again: "I'm afraid it will take more than a month to climb the mountain..."
Yin Ci interrupted at the right moment: "Master, aren't you afraid that other sects will get there first?"
"How can the clues of Demon Head Yan be broken so easily? Besides, we travel lightly and have enough physical strength. We can get through it in ten days."
Before leaving, Shi Jingzhi left a lamp and piled up the bedding to look like a human being. The three of them chose the bottom team of the Jinyu Gang - the servants had been transporting goods all day long and were already drowsy. They fished in troubled waters and had a smooth journey.
Until they left the territory of the Jinyu Gang.
The Jinyu Gang and others were resting their feet when a nine-ring knife flew from the sky and stabbed straight into a large box.
This team has been transporting daily necessities and is not strictly guarded. Being suddenly attacked, everyone was confused for a moment.
Who would risk offending the Jinyu Gang and make a special trip to grab pots and pans
Instead of running for their lives, the two men in charge of the boxes picked up their burdens and rushed out of the team. It was still dark, the surroundings were dark, and the two people disappeared quickly.
"What kind of treasure are those two carrying? Aren't we the ones carrying rags?"
"What are you talking about? It's really a treasure. That person is willing to chop it into pieces with a knife?"
"Even if there is a treasure, the people in charge of supplies made a mistake... Forget it, leave quickly, be careful not to get involved."
The attackers made no move against the servants. He sneered twice, swept his feet across the grass, and chased the two "servants" carrying the box.
"Is the leader not dead?" Yan Qing panted.
Yin Ci matched his steps: "It's okay. If you really poked him that time, we would hear screams."
Yan Qing: "..."
Yan Qing: "Why are we still carrying him? Wouldn't it be better to run together?"
Yin Ci's words were concise and concise: "The sword belongs to Zheng Fengdao, we will never escape -"
Before he could finish his sentence, the nine-ring knife was pulled away in the air. Zheng Feng's sword fell to the ground in front of the two of them, and the fierce aura was like a biting cold wind. It felt cold even after seven or eight steps.
The box moved and clicked open. Shi Jingzhi gasped and exposed his head. His face was severely crooked, and there was a pair of trousers on his head.
Zheng Fengdao ignored his appearance: "Master Shi, hand over the Buddhist beads. You have caused a lot of trouble for the old witch of Chigou Sect. Based on this alone, I can spare your life."
Shi Jingzhi straightened his back: "What if I don't hand over?"
Zheng Fengdao laughed loudly: "Don't pay? I will settle the account with you, Chief Lu."
"Lu Fengxi was killed by the man in white. What does it have to do with our Kushan sect?"
"Your apprentice was present when he was killed, which means it was your apprentice who killed him." Zheng Feng raised the knife horizontally, but the blood stains on the knife were not wiped dry.
Shi Jingzhi: "..."
Yin Ci coughed twice: "Grandpa said, don't reason with people in the Demon Sect. Master, these eldest brothers must be very powerful if they can make Wuxue Po suffer. What should we do?"
To be honest, Zheng Fengdao is much better than Lu Fengxi. At this stage, he can probably beat him for five times.
Zheng Fengdao was flattered and was in a good mood: "Oh, you are very sensible. Master Shi, if you don't hand over the beads, I will kill your servants first, and then my disciples later." . What’s up, have you thought of the answer?”
Yan Qing: "?!"
Yin Ci became interested again. How does Shi Jingzhi get out of the siege? To take action forcefully and flee, is—
Shi Jingzhi's face turned ugly, gradually revealing the panic he felt when Wu Xue Po made things difficult for him.
"I've thought about it," he said with difficulty.