The sun had not yet risen, and the Taiheng Sect's tent was right next to the edge of the evil fog. Anyone who went out at this time would only see a gray haze, and the good mood of the new day would be ruined in an instant.
Jin Lan sat in the tent, twisting the blood-bone beads with a worried look on her face.
This string of beads was of great value, and it was a magic weapon of Tai Heng. Shi Zhongyu left Tai Heng, and the blood-bone beads were returned to their original owner. Jin Lan felt that the beads were too heavy and hot, and even though they were white, he could not help but feel a little relieved.
Seeing that his father, the head of the sect, had passed away and there were no seniors around him whom he looked up to, Tai Heng, who had waited for ten years, felt a little strange.
Qu Duanyun is the new leader, and the internal personnel changes are endless. Jin Lan has been following Shi Zhongyu, and has a connection with Kushan Sect. I don't know whether it is to avoid suspicion or because he is troublesome, but as soon as the rumor that "there are new clues in Zongwu Mountain" spread, he was sent to Zongwu Mountain.
The people who accompanied him were either young men who had just joined the sect or old and ineffective mediocre people. Jin Lan considered himself a master of Tai Heng, but when he sat in this shabby lineup, he could be called a general among the dwarfs.
Tai Heng solved the Mist Tomb Formation, but he was more skilled and could use magic weapons to withstand it. As the days passed, Jin Lan had a slight illusion - maybe the higher-ups sent them here not to find clues, but to train useless disciples. At the moment, instead of finding clues, they were just slowing down the pace of Chi Gou and Lingjiao.
That makes sense, Jin Lan thought with a bitter smile.
Tai Heng collected the most precious Buddhist beads and has been searching them in an orderly manner recently. When they find the Vision Meat first, it won't matter what happens to this clue. Even if Yan Yudu locks the Vision Meat in the bottom of the mountain river, they can use magic tools to split the mountain and cut the river. No matter how powerful that demon is, it can only be regarded as the means of people a hundred years later.
Seeing clearly, Jin Lan became slightly interested. After sunrise, he would watch the young disciples running around, carrying precious magic tools and going in and out of the mist, looking for meaningless clues.
Boring as hell.
After the Yin hour, the patrolling scout entered the tent and said, "There is no movement from the Chi Gou Sect, and no news has been heard from the scattered sects. Although there is movement in the Zhulou, it seems that the matter has nothing to do with the visual clues. We will talk about it later. There is an urgent letter from the elders outside the mountain. Please take a look first."
Jin Lan jumped up and tore open the letter in a hurry. The letter paper was not very authentic, but the text and seal were undoubtedly the custom of Taiheng. He shook the letter paper and read the contents carefully: "…Zongwu Mountain has changed, and you will return as soon as you see the letter? So urgent?"
"Perhaps the people planted in Lingjiao got wind of it." The detective thought for a while and said seriously. "Last night, Chai Xin suddenly left Zhulou with his belly. He must have made some moves."
"That was last night, how could the news spread so quickly?" Jin Lan thought about moving camp and taking away the magic tools, and his head turned three times. They had spent a lot of effort to prepare the magic tools for the Mist Tomb Array, how could they just withdraw with a wave of their sleeves
"It is possible that he is a nominal elder who travels abroad and has discovered the plans of the Demon Cult in advance." The detective gave full play to his imagination, "Brother Jin, you are familiar with the contents above, is there any problem with this letter?"
Except for the paper being too torn, everything else is fine, Jin Lan thought with a bitter face. He made a mistake in picking out the paper and could only sigh.
"First, have everyone in the Mist Tomb Array withdraw and wait by the mountainside, and then move the camp east and west. This letter came too quickly, I will write another one later and confirm with the nearest garrison."
Even if he was really an elder traveling abroad, since he was from Taiheng, he must have sent the letter through Taiheng's garrisons in various places. There were all kinds of people here, and this letter came unexpectedly, so Jin Lan didn't dare to accept it all.
If the letter was real, they would have enough time to throw away their belongings and run away. If the letter was fake, they would only waste half a day and then do what they had to do, which would not allow the forger to succeed.
Jin Lan made a plan carefully, and suddenly felt that he was a wise Taiheng person.
Unfortunately, his wise aura did not last for an hour before it was shaken by a sudden change. It was just dawn and the order to withdraw from the Fog Tomb Formation had just been issued when another explosive message was brought back by the scout. At that time, Jin Lan was surrounded by the managers of the Taiheng teams, asking about the reason for the "evacuation".
"Has the Kushan Sect found any clues? What? Sect Master Shi and the others are here?!" Jin Lan pushed away the people surrounding him and finally took a breath.
"Yes, all the younger sects around are discussing this matter. They say that Jingzhi took the 'key' left by Yan Xidu and was fleeing to Zongwu Mountain."
"You said escape..."
Jin Lan paused. The last time they met, the two from Kushan Sect had a pleasant conversation with Shi Zhongyu and Qu Duanyun. Even after hearing about the Jianchen Temple tragedy, he still couldn't immediately change his impression.
At present, the Kushan Sect is a tooth of the righteous path, and it belongs to the category of "catch them as soon as you see them". Once they are caught and the matter with Jianchen Temple is settled, the people in the world will naturally eliminate this small cancer.
He understood the reason. When he thought that the person was the one who saved him in the ghost tomb, Jin Lan felt uncomfortable.
"Isn't this just right? We can evacuate the capital and catch the evil thief from Kushan." One of the "old and useful" disciples said happily, "Brother Jin has followed a famous person like Shi Zhongyu after all, and he shouldn't end up with us. This time, catching the thief is just the right time to distance ourselves from Shi Zhongyu, and we may even earn some merit."
Jin Lan: "Without a formal conviction, you still call him a villain."
Everyone in the tent was silent for a moment.
"Brother Jin, you should be like Shi Zhongyu... We know you have been to the ghost tomb, but you must distinguish between public and private feelings."
"I didn't say go." Jin Lan rubbed his forehead, his mouth bitter. He had a vague feeling that he seemed to be swept into a torrent that was stagnant and could not stop by his own strength. Things were at hand, and he had no choice.
"Well, we all heard about the 'Kushan Sect got a clue'. Chigou and Lingjiao must know about it too."
Jin Lan racked her brains.
"The Demon Cult won't give up so easily. There will probably be a fierce battle outside. There are still some small sects here. You should follow me and maintain order. There is no need to force anyone to arrest someone."
“This…” Is this watching achievements run away right under your nose
Jin Lan said seriously: "Master Shi's strength is probably above that of your senior sister, my sister, and Shi Zhongyu. Anyway, I must be Jingzhi's best man at that time. It is also a merit to help the weak and to help the strong. You want to have your cake and eat it too. I am the one who has to bear the brunt of it."
"yes."
For a moment, near the Zhulou.
Originally, the morning mist was thick and everything was normal. However, just as Yan Qing drew out the Mercy Sword, ten Lingjiao followers suddenly appeared around him, like evil spirits unearthed by the sword, and their auras were hidden like living people.
In the Ling Sect, there were only a few people who had this ability - apart from the elders, there was only the elite "Corpse Raising Team" under the Sect Leader himself. Unfortunately, judging from their momentum, the Corpse Raising Team seemed to be here to welcome Yan Zheng.
Yan Qing gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and exhaled a long breath of turbid air: "Master Yan, do you have any idea of the current situation?"
Yan Zheng sighed even louder than him: "No."
Yan Qing reluctantly raised his sword and looked at the leader of the group.
The one-eyed old man Chai Xin was standing in the distance, with a half-smile on his face that made people feel as if ants were crawling all over their bodies. The red building stood in the distance, dimly, exuding an even stronger sense of loneliness.
"The little guy with squinty eyes next to you, is he from Kushan Sect? I was thinking that the shape of this sword looked familiar, so I sent someone to try it out, and it turned out to be the Sword of Mercy."
Chai Xin let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh, with deep anger mixed between the lines.
"Good disciple, you have great potential. Your master didn't teach you to be a traitor, but you learned it so quickly. Looking for clues... No wonder most of the elders went out last night. I thought something would happen in the building, but now I see that they were just buying time for that rat-shit sect. Your master has treated you poorly over the years, and this is how you repay him?"
Yan Qing thought for a while, and it took him a long time to figure out the meaning of these words.
… What a shocking misunderstanding.
It seems that even a cunning man like Chai Xin could think of the idea that "Yan Zheng wanted to destroy Lingjiao". Shi Jingzhi made up a big lie and followed Yan Zheng back to get the sword, which made the old man misunderstand him completely - he thought Yan Zheng betrayed Lingjiao and joined Kushan Sect to seek flesh alone.
Yan Zheng chuckled: "I am ashamed to be your master."
His tone was full of sarcasm, but to Chai Xun's ears, it had a different meaning.
"What a shame, what a shame. Kushan Sect is just a small sect, and it will never be able to become a force to be reckoned with. It's not that easy to steal clues from under the nose of my Divine Religion. I have sent out all the top masters, and they will definitely chop the Kushan Sect into pieces."
Chai Xin shook his head.
"Within the Divine Religion, it's okay to betray anyone. But according to the rules, once you've been discovered, you have to accept defeat. Look, your master is here to punish you personally..."
"On the ground?"
Yan Zheng looked at Yan Qing again, his tone flat.
"You just think it's too much trouble to deal with people outside, so you just leave the dirty work to them."
"Hey, look at you. Your master has always helped you to get revenge." Chai Xin's voice was cold and greasy. "Why do you have to waste your master's kindness like this?"
After saying that, his tone darkened.
"Go, bring this kid back to me. It doesn't matter if he breaks his legs, so he'll learn a lesson. Kill the kid from the Kushan Sect right next to him. Chop him up nicely later, and it can scare the bastards from the Kushan Sect."
Yan Zheng picked up the Soul-Destroying Whip, his pupils shrank slightly, "Brother, you go first. Did the headmaster tell you about the arrangements? It's your fault to interfere in the affairs of the Ling Cult."
Yan Qing didn't move.
"I am not someone worth helping." Yan Zheng still didn't look at Yan Qing, "You can pick up that sword, so you must be a dirty villain. It would be a waste if you were involved in this mess..."
He stopped talking halfway, and Chai Xin behind him said "Huh" with interest, as if he had seen a rare spectacle. Yan Zheng turned his head and looked at Yan Qing on the side.
The dark sky was filled with mist, and everything seemed to be covered with a layer of blurred dust. Yan Qing had covered his eyes in the red building before, and he kept his eyes closed when he met him again, and finally squinted his eyelids. Yan Zheng thought he had a photophobia eye disease, and there were chaos around him one after another, so he didn't have time to think about such details.
Who would have thought that the person holding the Sword of Mercy also had a pair of ghost eyes.
"Back then, Yan Yudu was full of evil, but Master Kongshi didn't let him go." Yan Qing's voice was a little nervous, but still relatively stable. "To be honest, I understand Master Kongshi's approach. But in my opinion, you, like Yan Yudu, are definitely not someone who is 'worthy of help'."
He lowered his body slightly and held the huge sword across his body.
"If I run away like this, I am not worthy of holding this sword."
There were many descendants of the Yan Sect, most of whom were killed by Tai Heng that year. There were very few survivors, and those who possessed the Ghost Eye were almost nonexistent. Suddenly, two people appeared in the Eyes, and the Lingjiao believers who had rushed out staggered and stopped.
Chai Xin was stunned for a long while, then suddenly smiled up to the sky: "This is God teaching me to accept a new disciple. A decent person is good, great! If he is well trained, he will definitely be easier to serve than a wicked disciple like me who kills people at will... God bless our Divine Religion!"
"Elder, there were fools who used magic to confuse our eyes before. This must be a conspiracy of the Kushan Sect." Someone beside Chai Xin reminded him.
"Whether it is a conspiracy or not, let's capture them alive and give it a try." Chai Xin waved his hand. "Very good, keep both alive. This is a sign of the prosperity of the Divine Religion!"
Isn't it wonderful that the living "Ghost-Calling Banner" becomes two
Yan Zheng looked at Yan Qing in disbelief, his hand holding the whip trembling: "Who are you?"
"Yan Qing, the father of Yan Ren." Yan Qing smiled at him, "My father is not very capable, and I don't know if you have heard of him... After this fight, we will talk in detail."
"Yes, let's discuss it in the Lingjiao dungeon."
Chai Xin shook his sleeves and pulled out two daggers as thin as cicada wings.
"It's a rare opportunity, so let me join in the fun."
Zongwu Mountain, at the foot of the mountain.
Shi Jingzhi held up the "Medicine Cure Illness" flag and looked at the crowds of people around him - the masters sent by other sects were few and far between, but their number was considerable. The Ling Sect's people were more numerous than they expected. That group of unruly people occupied about one-third of the encirclement, and they were all murderous and conspicuous.
Shi Jingzhi was accompanied by Yin Ci, who was alone. The two of them stood on the empty wasteland, right at the center of the encirclement, adding the two most vivid strokes to the painting "Monk Eating Porridge".
"Ah Ci, look, this side is Tai Heng and the small sect, they want to steam us. That side is Lingjiao and Chi Gou, they want to roast us." Shi Jingzhi pointed at them in public and said, "You must distinguish them later, or you will kill the wrong person. Hey, is that Jin Lan? That kid is also miserable, I saw him demoted to such a broken place... Is it too nice to say hello now?"
Yin Ci: “…”
He seemed to see again the brat who dared to roll in front of his sword. Yin Ci suspected that someone's desire was focused on courage, and a leopard's courage was growing exceptionally well.
They were just a bunch of rabble, so he chose a location that was easy to evacuate. Using force to intimidate a crowd was something Yin Ci knew well. There were still risks, but the situation was still under his control.
However, at this moment, Shi Jingzhi turned around with a smile and said, "Wait a minute, something will happen."
"What?"
"I have something for you. Close your eyes, okay?"