There are sunny days in Zongwu Mountain, but it happens to be cloudy in spring. The three of them stood at the edge of Zongwu Mountain. Not far away, the demonic mist rose straight into the sky, indistinguishable from the dark clouds. At first glance, it seemed as if a corner of the sky had collapsed, and the entire mountainous area was buried in dark clouds.
Spring is here, and there is more green under the withered grass. However, the sporadic green spots were surrounded by the surrounding monsters, and the green spots were full of vitality and lacked any vitality.
The archer touched several acupuncture points and stopped the bleeding quickly. His eyes briefly glanced at Yin Ci, and he still said in an expert tone: "I'm a little thoughtful."
As soon as Yin Ci moved his sword, the man smiled meaningfully at the two of them. He took a few deep breaths, fixed the longbow behind his back, and then started running backwards - this man's behavior was really weird, and he was running so awe-inspiring that it was difficult to tell who he was for a moment. Escape, or use some special skill.
The masters and disciples of the Dry Mountain Sect were waiting in full formation, watching the archer shrank all the way until he plunged into the demonic mist.
Oh, it turned out to be an escape.
The Taiheng people would rather die than retreat, and this was the first time the two of them saw someone running away to escape from the counterattack. At that time, the leader was grabbing the flagpole, one hand was frozen in the air, and his movements and expressions were frozen together. The wound on his head was still aching, and Shi Jingzhi suddenly felt that he had been wronged by the arrow.
He said "get out" in front of him, and he felt so angry that he even scolded him back. Shi Jingzhi thought about it again and again, and he couldn't think of any master in Taiheng who had such virtue. Even if this person was from Taiheng, he would definitely be kicked out and become unknown.
Yin Ci was also puzzled. It's hard to fake a subconscious reaction. That person really used Taiheng footwork, and his skills were quite profound. However, the Wu Tomb Formation in Wushan Mountain was designed to guard against outsiders, especially those from famous families, but the archers slipped in.
Strange and strange.
Yin Ci once tried the "Fog Grave Formation". The effect of this formation was strange, and entering the fog was like entering a grave. When a living person enters the battle, he or she can breathe normally and drink water and eat. The body was covered in flesh and blood, but it was like a newly dead corpse, rotting away step by step, becoming swollen and smelly after a short period of time. If you don't leave in time, let alone keep your martial arts skills, just the rotten flesh will make you miserable for the rest of your life.
It's a pity that Yin Ci is a monster that can be resurrected with just a few residues left. The Mist Tomb Formation had rotted skin and flesh but not bones. He had been a living skeleton in the formation for a while, but his consciousness still persisted, so he had to give up.
Only the Ling Cult could come up with such a sinister formation. The fog grave formation is ever-changing, like a mixed poison. If you want to be safe and sound, go to and take the "antidote" type elixir specially designed for this formation. Strictly speaking, most Lingjiao disciples still don't have this honor.
So what's going on with the archer
Seemingly attracted by the movement here, several auras followed him not far away. Only then did Shi Jingzhi thaw out of his frozen state. He pulled Yin Ci, who was still thinking, and the two of them climbed up to the nearby peak lightly, holding their breath in tacit agreement.
The ones who came out were not the disciples of Taiheng, but a few people from the Ling Sect.
The leader was not more than thirty years old, with exquisite facial features, but he looked like he was obsessed with beauty. The man's hair was shiny and his face was covered with thick powder, covering the uneven redness and swelling. The originally good facial features were offset by those red pimples, white and pink, which not only made her unattractive, but also gave her a bit of an awkward look.
However, his clothes are very luxurious, and the style is indeed the style of the Ling Sect, and he is actually an elder of the outer altar.
"It's weird, there were still a few breaths here just now." The man pinched his throat and said, his movements were a bit pretentious. As he spoke, he moved his fingers smoothly, as if he was bringing out some fairy spirit. "... Did you run away? I originally wanted to give the leader some greeting gifts, but it's a pity."
Next to him was a young man in white who was weak to Liu Fufeng. He looked young and had a forbearing numbness on his face: "Huo Lang, it's dangerous here. It's better to ask the leader for the 'Mist-avoiding Pill' first."
The young master's words were stiff and stiff, as if he was endorsing something. But Elder Huo suddenly became as tender as water, with a look of appreciation on his face: "What Xi'er said is true. It's cool here, let's leave now... Alas, if it's not the leader, I'm sure, we should go on a boat tour in Silhui City. flower."
"Huo Lang has just been promoted to elder and has obeyed the leader's summons. This is a good sign that he will be re-employed." The young man in white continued to flatter him expressionlessly.
Silk water altar person? Yin Ci raised his eyebrows.
Silk River is on the southernmost side of Dayun, where the bird droppings are larger. No one as strong as the Chigou Sect would be able to place anyone with any ability in Silk River. Not to mention that the Ling Sect is in decline now, and all the masters who can be seen are in the main circle. This "Huo Lang" has the title of an elder of the branch, and he is not as good as Yan Qing in a battle.
However, this level is more than enough to deal with ordinary Taiheng disciples.
Yin Ci withdrew his gaze and made a judgment - just following a new clue, Taiheng must send top experts to explore Zongwu Mountain. Those mausoleum sect weirdos didn't bother to deal with them, so they made these people who were neither good nor inferior work hard, which can be regarded as waste. This one looks even worse, as the three-year-old fire of the new official's appointment is still burning. Maybe he was temporarily promoted by the previous elder and kicked out as a shield.
Yin Ci suddenly had a less than authentic master. He slowly turned his head and looked at Shi Jingzhi beside him, smelling the same bad qualities in him.
"Aci, why don't we..."
"good."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Jingzhi popped out a few stones. Elder Huo rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. The disciples of the Yu Ling Sect were also lying around, and only the young man in white was still standing - he had no martial arts skills at all, and there was no flattery in his behavior. They are either male favorites who have just entered the industry, or they are common people who have been robbed.
The young master looked at Elder Huo who was rolling his eyes. Instead of being afraid, he showed a look of relief. He hesitated for a long time, then gave Elder Huo a shaky kick, and then bowed randomly around him: "But the hero Taiheng?"
When Shi Jingzhi appeared, he coughed and his voice became solemn: "Yes."
The young master knelt down on his knees and kowtowed his head. A lot of ideas appeared on his white clothes: "I am a scholar from Silk River. I don't know how I caused this disaster. This person bullies men and dominates women in Silk River." "My sister has been killed by this beast, and my younger brother and sister are still young and forced by the devil's power..."
"That's it." Shi Jingzhi waved his hand and rudely interrupted the man's complaint. "Have you ever seen any other members of the Tatmadaw cult when you were here?"
"No, we just walked across the border of Wushan Mountain, and we haven't gone up the mountain yet. The guy said that he was feeling war, and there were two Taihengs holding their heads, and there was a light on the door. "
Shi Jingzhi: "..." Elder Huo's face was shiny, and he could use it to illuminate the palace if there was any light.
He pretended to sigh: "The Demon Cult deceives people too much! This place is chaotic, and the young master is really conspicuous in his white clothes, and he may easily get involved in disputes. I still have some money here, so it is best for the young master to change into old coarse clothes and leave as soon as possible."
That person has no doubt about him. He hurriedly changed into the rags of a servant, took the half bunch of money, and left with great gratitude. Shi Jingzhi picked up the white clothes with satisfaction and began to deal with Elder Huo's old clothes that he had not worn well since he died.
The Demon Sect doesn't appreciate favors, and Elder Huo doesn't have much luggage. Apart from a Yinmu tablet with a name on it, proving his identity as an elder, and a long sword tied with a bright red silk ribbon, he only brought a little money.
It couldn't be better.
The Kushan sect is not a famous sect at all. As soon as the young master left, the headmaster immediately omitted the step of converting the demon - the two of them simply killed Elder Huo and his abdomen, and burned them with Yang fire on the spot. Into fly ash.
It was night, and "Huo Changying" from the silk water altar still held the young man in white in his arms and walked to the door with two or three followers with a smile.
Shi Jingzhi had a smile on his face but a bitter look on his face.
Chief Shi had originally planned to be very confident. After all, his master disciple had been the leader of the Chigou Sect and had more experience in dealing with people from the Demon Sect. And he himself has come into contact with too many people who are flirting with women, and he has no problem pretending to be an innocent scholar if he is confident in acting well.
There are many masters of the Ling Cult, so it is risky to disguise yourself. Fortunately, Huo Changying was young and had a male favorite, so their faces could barely explain themselves.
Unexpectedly, the views of the Kushan Sect are quite unified - the eldest disciple is as pure as a flying fairy, while the leader is clearly more like an evil "demon" in terms of temperament and appearance. If the roles are allocated in this way, I'm afraid it will arouse suspicion. For some reason, even Yin Ci stood by him and remained suspiciously silent.
The leader was speechless for a long time, then just put on Elder Huo's clothes, put his arm around Yin Ci's shoulders, and tried his best to act like a scumbag. Shen Zhu put on some light makeup on the two of them, making their appearance more ordinary and barely noticeable.
The fog in Zongwu Mountain persists all year round. Even if there is a fog formation, the milky white mist flows everywhere. The main altar of the Mausoleum Sect is not difficult to find. It stands eerily in a valley in Zongwu Mountain. Two long dark red lanterns are hung at the entrance of the valley, as if they are afraid that others will not find it.
Shi Jingzhi had a stiff smile on his face, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Huo Changying's level is really not that good. Even if Taiheng doesn't bother to kill people, steal goods and pretend to be others, if the Chigou Sect's general manager does such a thing, he doesn't believe that the Ling Sect has any precautions. It's not that everyone has any guesses, it's just that the shortcut is tempting, and now they can only try to use tricks and see how far they can go.
The decline of the Mausoleum Sect can be seen just from the appearance. The two red lanterns are swaying with desolate holes hanging on them. The stone steps in the valley were also dirty, as if they had not been cleaned in years. The main altar of the Mausoleum Sect was supposed to be a vermilion-lacquered wooden building, which was very impressive. Now the vermilion paint is mottled and dark, the cobwebs are fluttering, and it looks very ghostly.
Along the way, the group of people actually encountered half a pedestrian. If it weren't for the lights in the building that were still on and the people's shadows looking longingly, Shi Jingzhi would have thought they had pulled off a trick to make the city empty.
There was a depressed old slave sitting at the door of the main altar. When he saw a group of people approaching, he rolled his eyes lifelessly and sang like a song: "It's over -"
The entrance to the ghost tomb was much better than the human world here, and Master Shi suddenly had goosebumps all over his body. Yin Ci kept his head down and frowned secretly.
The state of Lingjiao is a bit not right.
When Yan Budu was still there, the number of lunatics in the Ling sect was only more than it is now. However, Yan Budu got out of hand, and a group of weirdos were treated docilely by him - the style of the Zhulou of the Lingjiao, the stone steps were shiny when people walked in, and the air was always filled with a faint smell of blood. No matter how arrogant the fanatic is, he will lower his head before the two red lanterns, climb the stairs step by step, and politely ask people to submit their greeting cards.
Otherwise, if you don't take five steps, you will see your own blood splattered on the spot.
Even if the Ling sect is in decline, if the arrogance in the bones is still there, it will not be so casual. Today's Ling Sect is more like a third-rate bandit village than the Demon Sect of the past. Although these words were a bit strange in terms of magic, an idea flashed through Yin Ci's mind instantly.
The mausoleum sect has dispersed.
It is not the dispersion of self-destruction, nor is it the decline caused by inaction. Yan Budu has been dead for about a hundred years, and a emaciated camel is bigger than a horse. It takes only a moment to destroy the soul of a religion - to make it so beautiful, it must be someone who has done it.
Not to mention verifying their identities, the old slave showed them the door and even took a look at their ID badges. He just looked at Shi Jingzhi's face that "didn't look like a good thing", snorted through his nose, and then they put it in.
The several floors of Zhulou were littered with wine and food, some of which were already rotten. Corpse pieces were mixed with gold and silver, jade was stuck in the bones, and beads were soaked in corpse water. Corpse insects crawled around, and flying insects buzzed around. After waiting on the Zhulou Tower, the scene became even more absurd - expensive tables and chairs were swaying here and there, and drinks were splashing everywhere. A group of weirdos dressed in colorful clothes and temporarily wearing mausoleum sect uniforms formed a noisy group like monkeys. Several elders were sitting in the upper seats, drinking and having fun calmly, ignoring the mess in front of them.
In contrast, Shi Jingzhi, a fake stooge, seemed ordinary and harmless. Some people look at them, and some people question them. Rather than venting his blind hatred, Yin Ci felt that these people were more like taking advantage of the chaos to have a carnival.
There are only four members of the Kushan faction - Shen Zhu is good at investigating, but his martial arts is not very good, so he stays outside to respond. Yan Qing and Su Si were attracted to each other. Su Si still had the instinct of being a little bit naked, and he almost immediately grasped the meat-picking knife alertly. Yan Qingze opened his eyes slightly and looked at the ruined place left by his ancestors, unable to hide the disgust on his face.
The master and apprentice found an empty seat and sat down as casually as possible. Eyes from all around glanced at him from time to time. Shi Jingzhi sat upright, his claws seemed to be stitched on Yin Ci's shoulders, and he did not dare to move.
If it had been anyone else, he would have just acted when the occasion came. Even if he is unskilled, his ability is enough to deceive these villains. But he just couldn't do anything about Yin Ci - he had just gotten used to oral intimacy, and he really couldn't do it in front of the public. Not to mention flirting, as soon as Shi Jingzhi's hand tried to slide down, the back of his neck turned red.
Yin Ci had no choice but to lean against Shi Jingzhi from time to time, so that the two of them would not become two monks meditating on the spot.
Demon head Yin sighed. If I had known that this man was so thin-skinned, he might not have been so eye-catching if he had been cast as a scholar. At that time, the headmaster was sitting in a very dignified posture, just like a lay disciple of Jianchen Temple. An elder had already looked at him suspiciously.
What about the promised material addiction, and what about the promised desire
Shi Jingzhi also knew that such a bad thing was happening. He took a deep breath and boldly put his arms around Yin Ci's waist. He grabbed a glass of wine, his expression twisted and a little ferocious: ", it smells... it smells..."
As a result, when Shi Jing said half of what he said, he couldn't help but start to look at Yin Ci, choked on his own saliva, and almost coughed.
It wasn’t because the people around him were too obsessive, so Yin Ci almost let himself laugh out loud. He held Shi Jingzhi's face with one hand: "Little mute, are you mute again?"
This time he stepped on Shi Jingzhi's tail. He poured the glass of wine into his stomach and hummed a few times: "It was a mistake."
Yin Ci couldn't help teasing him: "I didn't think it through well. If I had known I should have said it earlier, Master Shi would have kissed him and his face would have turned red."
Then he leaned close to Shi Jingzhi's ear and blew: "That's all, children are children. If I teach you this time, it's not that I won't -"
Before he finished speaking, the arm around his waist tightened. A pair of lips smelling of wine blocked Yin Ci's remaining words. The kiss of respect was not there at all, but it was only tasted briefly, with a deep sense of cherishment.
"It's not a 'child.'" Shi Jingzhi's voice was calm. "This place is full of lunatics and drunkenness. It's not the place you should be. I don't want to be a frivolous person here. What's wrong with that?"
This sentence was so sincere that Yin Cicheng's teasing was stuck in his mouth, but now he was choked by himself.
Fortunately, at this moment, the messy hall suddenly became deserted.
Everyone in the mausoleum sect stared at the empty seat - a young man walked out of the inner room, straightened his sleeves, and sat upright at the table. The man was quite handsome, and his face was very similar to Yan Qing's. His red eyes swept across the hall where drinks were flowing, but there was no emotion in it.
Yan Qing, standing behind the master and apprentice, straightened his back and pursed his lips.
That is the current leader of the Ling Sect, Yan Zheng.
This person is not very famous and rarely appears in the world. Yin Ci only thought of him as a puppet manipulated by the elders of the Ling Sect. Now when he saw it, he found that the puppet's strength was remarkable, and his behavior did not show any signs of cowardice.
His eyes were extremely dark, not half alive, and looked a bit familiar.
Yan Zheng took a look at the perfect people one by one, and his eyes stopped on Shi Jingzhi, who was wearing an elder's uniform. He looked him up and down, then spoke bluntly -
"Who are you?"