What happened to Tong
Xue Ziye followed Miao Feng through the jade towers and golden palaces, feeling extremely anxious. The jade trees and white flowers, the red pavilions and embroidered windows were rapidly passing by. She stepped onto the long white jade bridge connecting the two ends of the glacier, looking at the lingering clouds and mist under the bridge and the frozen and flowing glacier, and suddenly felt like she was in a dream.
—There is such a huge world hidden on the top of the snowy area!
And what is hidden in this world is another kind of power that has been fighting against the Dingjiang Pavilion in the Central Plains, right
"Hey," suddenly, a thin voice was heard, so soft and charming, "Is Envoy Miaofeng back?"
Miao Feng stopped and looked at the blue-robed figure slowly approaching from the other side of the white jade bridge: "Miao Shui Envoy?"
While speaking, he subconsciously took a step forward and stood in front of Xue Ziye, his hand stopped less than a foot away from the hilt of the sword. This woman was really unpredictable, even if he met her in the palace, he could not be careless at all.
Miaoshui, accompanied by a maid holding an umbrella, lightly came to the middle of the long bridge and smiled at the group of people, like a hundred flowers in full bloom.
When Xue Ziye first saw the woman in blue, he was startled: this foreign woman had long wavy dark golden hair, a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, plump lips, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be angry but not angry at all - her stunning beauty was not inferior to that of Qiu Shuiyin, the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains.
"You're finally back," Miao Shui smiled with her hands covering her mouth, her beautiful eyes moving, "The King has been waiting for you for a long time."
Miao Feng remained calm: "On the way, we met the Eight Horses of Shura Field and were delayed for a while."
"Oh? Envoy Miao Feng wasn't injured, was he?" Miao Shui glanced at him and nodded meaningfully, "No wonder when I was cleaning up the Shura Field these few days, I counted several times and found that among all the killers, only Ba Jun was missing."
Miao Feng's eyes changed slightly: Could it be that in just a few days after Tong's rebellion, the Shura Field has been taken over by Miao Shui
"What's wrong with Tong?" Unable to bear it any longer, Xue Ziye rushed out and asked.
Miaoshui was stunned for a moment, looking at the purple-dressed woman wearing a golden lynx fur coat. For a moment, her eyes seemed to have invisible tentacles that probed gently. However, the invisible tentacles were fleeting, and she covered her mouth and laughed, turning to Miaofeng: "Hey, Envoy Miaofeng, is this Master Xue of the Pharmacist Valley? Now, the King's condition can be considered safe."
Miaofeng glanced at Miaoshui quickly—the King of Religion actually told Miaoshui the secret that he was seriously injured
This woman from Loulan with unknown origins, who had always been nothing more than a medicine cauldron used by the king for cultivation and a flashy vase, suddenly gained such deep trust? ! However, he immediately let it go: in this series of chaos, he was away on a long journey and died in battle, but this Miaoshui in front of him helped the king in times of crisis, so it was no wonder that the king looked at her differently.
"Master Xue, rest assured. Tong is not dead. Not only is she not dead, but she has also recovered her memory." Miao Shui glanced at the two people in the group, smiled softly, and inserted the piccolo in her hand into her belt. "Please ask Envoy Miao Feng to take the distinguished guests to the Great Light Hall as soon as possible. The King of the Church is waiting. I have been ordered to take over the Shura Field temporarily, so I have to go over there to look after it."
Miao Feng nodded: "Envoy Miao Shui, please walk slowly."
Miaoshui left with her maid. When they passed each other, she lowered her head slightly, smiled and whispered:
"My Lord, this is so strange... Did someone take away the smile on your face?"
Without waiting for Miao Feng to answer, she floated away from the white jade bridge, and the snow under her feet was intact.
Miao Feng stood on the bridge, looking at the glacier below with an expressionless face, in silence.
The woman the King of the Church brought back from Tibet had been practicing the art of love with the King of the Church for many years as the "Medicine Cauldron". She seemed to exude a soft and sweet fragrance from the inside out. However, this charming aura always carried a kind of mystery that was hard to guess and frightening. They were both among the Five Mingzi, but they had no friendship on weekdays. But the strange thing was that every time he saw her, he always felt a little uncomfortable.
"Let's go!" Xue Ziye broke his contemplation, "I want to see your King!"
Tong has recovered his memory? Did the King of the Church remove the golden needle that sealed his brain? Then... Then now he - she was extremely anxious, leaving Miao Feng behind, running on the snow, holding the Holy Fire Order tightly in her hand.
Miao Feng was shocked - what kind of promise did this woman want to exchange for the Holy Fire Order from the King
Could it be... that it's Tong's life
He shuddered for a moment. What kind of person is the King of the Church? How could he allow a traitor to live unharmed! If a dangerous person like Tong is not killed, there will be endless troubles in the future. The King of the Church will definitely not let him go, both emotionally and rationally.
If Xue Ziye made such a request, even if the King of Pope agreed immediately, it would be the source of her fatal disaster in the future!
However, while he was hesitating, Xue Ziye had already rushed up the steps and headed straight for the majestic Great Temple of Light. Countless believers tried to stop her along the way, but they retreated like a tide after seeing the Holy Fire Order in her hand.
"Wait a minute!" Miao Feng came back to his senses, tapped his feet on the bridge, flew outside the hall, and stretched out his hand to stop the woman. However, it was too late, Xue Ziye stepped over the threshold and went straight to the throne!
The hall was a shocking red, with flame emblems painted everywhere, like a sea of fire. Countless wind curtains fluttered, and the jade bells at the corners of the curtains rang. At the highest point of this fire hall, an old man with a high crown leaned against the jade throne, as if he was bored, and stretched out his golden staff to tease the mastiff tied under the seat.
The mastiff, as big as a calf, suddenly stood up, with the hair on its back standing up, and let out a low whimpering sound.
The old man was startled and turned around instantly, staring at the strange woman who broke in with cold eyes.
She ran to the jade throne, her breath was calm, she just raised her head to look at the king on the jade throne, raised her right hand calmly, and signaled.
"Valley Master Xue?" Seeing the Holy Fire Order in her hand, the Lord's eyes softened and he stood up.
The old man's voice was very strange, sounding peaceful and calm, but with a hint of urgency in his breath. Doctors are very skilled in observation, auscultation, and palpation. Xue Ziye understood how weak the king on the throne was at the moment. However, even so, this person still had a great pressure on her. Just one glance at her made her stop in her tracks!
"Holy Lord..." She spoke hesitantly.
The mastiff under the jade throne suddenly roared, arched its body, and the golden rope under its neck was stretched straight, looking vigilantly at the uninvited guest who broke in. It was tied to the Persian carpet under the jade throne by the golden rope, and was as big as a gray calf.
"Ah!!" She looked over and suddenly cried out in surprise—
There, chained together with the mastiff, there was actually another person!
The blood-stained man was also tied with a golden rope around his neck, with the iron ring deeply encircled his neck, unable to raise his head. His hands and feet were shackled to the ground with heavy shackles, forcing him to crawl on the cold stone floor, with marks of torture all over his body. He was wearing a white jade mask, and he was motionless as if he was dead.
However, the moment she stepped into the room, the man turned his face away as if he had been electrocuted, avoiding her sight.
Even though she couldn't see his face, she recognized him in an instant!
"Mingjie!" She rushed over desperately and shouted, "Mingjie!"
She saw the dull eyes behind the mask, and the blood flowing from his joints. At a glance, she knew what kind of torture he had suffered. She could hardly believe her eyes: less than a month ago, Mingjie in Yaoshi Valley was still so cold and arrogant, and his actions were sharp and his heart was as deep as the sea. In just twenty days, he became like this!
Who... Who destroyed him? Who destroyed him!
At that moment, the intense heartache almost suffocated her. Xue Ziye rushed over regardless. However, before he got within ten feet of the jade throne, the mastiff roared and pounced on him. The snow-covered beast exhaled the smell of killing, showing its white teeth, and pounced on the powerless woman.
She didn't dodge at all, and still rushed towards the person tied to the ground. The mastiff jumped directly on her shoulders, pushed her back viciously, and bit her throat with its sharp teeth.
"Ah." The man who had been silent as death finally reacted. He let out a low scream and struggled to stand up. However, the golden chains around his neck and limbs instantly pulled him back to the ground, making him unable to move at all.
Just when the mastiff was about to bite off her throat, Xue Ziye felt a tightness on her back, and a force pulled her sideways at a rapid speed.
She was sent flying three feet by the gentle force and landed safely. She felt a numbness in her back and her legs suddenly became unable to move.
"Crack", the mastiff missed something and its mouthful of sharp white teeth clashed together, making a creepy sound.
"Valley Master Xue, stay away from the divine beast." The voice said softly, putting her down.
"Wind," the Adept looked at the person who came in silently, a smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand, "My child, you are back?"
Miao Feng walked over, bowed his head, and knelt on one knee in front of the jade steps: "Greetings, Lord."
"Did you return with the Pharmacist Valley Master on time? You are such a capable child." The King of Religion smiled approvingly, and his hand fell on the top of Miao Feng's head, stroking it gently, "Feng, I didn't make a mistake in raising you - unlike Tong, the venomous snake, who always wants to bite back at his benefactor."
“…” Miao Feng paused, but remained silent.
"Release Mingjie!" Xue Ziye, who was acupunctured, shouted, "Release him immediately!"
Ming Jie? The King of Church was startled, and his eyes suddenly shot out a cold and sharp sword, stabbing at the woman holding the Holy Fire Order. However, his expression did not change, he slowly stood up, with a gentle smile: "Master Xue, what did you say?"
"Let him go immediately!" She couldn't move her feet. She raised her head angrily and stared at the Pope without fear. She tightly grasped the Holy Fire Order in her hand and said, "If you still want to live, let him go! Otherwise, don't even think about living. I will only punish you to death!"
“…” The King took a breath silently and did not answer immediately. His inquiring eyes fell on Miao Feng.
However, Miao Feng lowered his head and avoided the King's gaze.
If he told the truth, given the character of the King of Popes, he would definitely not let go of this fish that escaped the massacre of the village that year, right? For a short moment, he was torn between his conscience and his desires, and for the first time he did not dare to look the King of Popes in the eye.
"No! Don't treat him!" However, Tong, who was tied by the golden rope, suddenly burst into a loud shout, "This devil—"
"Ka", a white wind swept across the hall and then returned, and the hand knife chopped fiercely on Tong's back, knocking him out instantly.
"How dare you disrespect the King!" Miao Feng interrupted Tong's words at the critical moment, and rushed out, slashing down with his hand swiftly - he must not let Tong tell the truth at this moment! Otherwise, Xue Ziye might seek revenge regardless of the consequences, and not only would he be forced to take action, but the King would also be beyond help.
"Stop!" Xue Ziye screamed loudly, watching Tong fall down covered in blood, his eyes filled with anger.
He returned her gaze indifferently and lowered his hands.
"Feng, it is too presumptuous to take action in front of our distinguished guests." As if he understood something, the Pope's eyes suddenly lit up like a demon, and he scolded his most trusted subordinate - if he dared to take action suddenly without his order, it must be for something extremely important, right
The King looked at Tong and sneered: "Come here, take this traitor back first!"
"Don't kill him!" Seeing the cultists coming up to untie the golden rope and drag away the unconscious person, Xue Ziye screamed again.
"Valley Master Xue is indeed a doctor with a caring heart." The King of Sect turned around and smiled, as kind as a saint. "Tong, the traitor, tried to assassinate me. It is only natural for me to clean up the mess—"
Xue Ziye was suddenly shocked and realized: Mingjie had spent so much effort to get the Dragon Blood Pearl, but it turned out that he was going to use it against the King of Religion? !
He...is it because he failed in his rebellion after returning to Kunlun Mountain that he ended up like this
"But since Valley Master Xue pleaded for him, why not spare his life temporarily?" The King of Religion spoke lightly and promised.
Xue Ziye was surprised to find the King of Church so easy to talk to. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Instead, he felt guilty: no matter what, it was natural for them to punish traitors in the church. His request was really unreasonable. It was rare that the King of Church was willing to agree.
"The King's kindness will surely be rewarded." Xue Ziye struggled a few times but couldn't stand up.
"Feng." The King frowned, "How rude! Why don't you quickly untie Master Xue's acupoints?"
"Yes." Miao Feng leaned over and untied the acupoints on Xue Ziye's legs.
"Valley Master Xue, you came with the Holy Fire Order to ask me to spare the life of a traitor - then, you will get what you want." The King smiled, his eyes turned cold and stern, and he spoke word by word, "Tong was originally my slave, and from now on his life belongs to you. However, you can only take him away after you cure my illness."
Is it a threat or an exchange
Xue Ziye raised the corners of his lips slightly and replied proudly: "Okay. It's a deal!"
"Valley Master is very generous," the King of the Church smiled, "why don't you diagnose my condition first?"
"Zi Ye is confident." She lowered her head with pride in her eyes.
"Then please go to the mountaintop paradise to rest. Tomorrow I will trouble the valley master to see you." The king smiled and ordered the attendant beside him to take the distinguished guest away. However, just as she stepped out of the hall, the old man could no longer support himself and began to cough. He felt the fishy taste of blood rushing up in his mouth again. It seemed that his internal strength could no longer suppress the injury. If this woman did not help, she would probably die before that guy Tong, right
Therefore, no matter what, we cannot go against any request of this woman at this moment.
Heh... But after seven days, the poison of the Seven-Star Begonia will penetrate into the brain from the eyes, gradually eroding the person's mind. By then, you, the miracle doctor, will take this idiot who no one in the world can cure away.
I swear in the name of Mingzun that the two of you must not leave this Kunlun Mountain alive!
After the servants took Xue Ziye away, the Great Guangming Hall fell into silence again.
"Feng, raise your head." The King of Churches sat back on the throne, panting while leaning on the golden staff, and said coldly, "Tell me, what is going on? What is the relationship between this woman and Tong?"
Miao Feng was shocked suddenly, his shoulders and back trembled slightly, but he did not dare to look up.
"Look at me!" It was the first time that the High Priest saw his trusted subordinates resisting silently. A sharp expression appeared in his eyes. He slammed his golden staff heavily and said, "Why did she know Tong's real name? Why did you try to stop her? What did you know?"
After a long silence, Miao Feng suddenly knelt down on one knee: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
"If you say so, I will forgive you." The Pope tightly grasped the golden staff and stared at the young man in white.
"Xue Ziye...she...was the only survivor of the Moga village!" After a long pause, Miao Feng finally uttered a word, his face gradually turning pale, "I was afraid that Tong would reveal the truth about the extermination of the clan to her, so I took the liberty to act."
"Moga Village? ... Is it Tong's hometown?" The King pondered, slowly recalling the bloody incident years ago, and sneered: "Sure enough... Another fish that slipped through the net. Cutting the grass without removing the root..."
He leaned on the golden staff, his eyes slowly revealing murderous intent: "So, she hasn't learned the truth about the destruction of the Moga clan yet?"
"Yes." Miao Feng lowered his head.
"Then tell her before she dies." The Adept showed a cruel smile, "Before then, she can still be of use."
The tone was light and cold, like a knife being slowly pulled out, reflecting a cold light. Knowing the temper of the Pope, Miao Feng was shocked instantly and bowed his head heavily: "Please forgive her, Pope!"
On the jade throne, the hand that was turning the golden staff suddenly stopped.
"Feng," the King looked at the disciple who was kneeling on the steps in disbelief, his eyes focused, "What did you say?"
"I dare to ask the king to spare her life!" He leaned over and knocked his forehead on the hard jade steps.
The golden staff stretched out like lightning and touched his chin, stopping him from continuing to kowtow. The king on the throne narrowed his eyes and scrutinized him, not knowing whether he was happy or angry: "Feng, what are you doing? You actually pleaded for her? As soon as you came in, I noticed that the smile on your face was taken away by someone?"
Miao Feng was speechless and lowered his head slightly.
The King stared at Miao Feng's pale face and gnashed his teeth, "Is it that woman who broke your Mu Chunfeng technique?"
"During this journey, she...she saved me many times." Miao Feng seemed to be at a loss for words, feeling a little uneasy, and clenched his hands. "All this time, except for the Lord, no one, no one...I just don't want to see her die."
"I understand." Without letting him continue, the Adept put down the golden staff, and his eyes instantly regained their calmness. "This is the first time you care about the life and death of others - Feng, you have never done this in the past 28 years."
Miao Feng didn't say anything, as if he didn't know how to answer. His face was pale and there was no trace of a smile.
The King of the Church was silent, only watching this confidant's face showing all kinds of expressions he had never seen before: confusion, pain, embarrassment, struggle, ignorance and determination. He was secretly shocked: in just a month, this child has changed... The smile that had been the same for more than ten years disappeared, and the indifference that had been the same for more than ten years was broken.
There was no longer only pure and firm belief in killing in his eyes.
—It was finally broken... This sword of no thoughts and no intentions!
"If I insist on killing her, you—" the king pointed at his chin with his golden staff, coldly, "what will happen?"
Miao Feng clenched his hands silently, confusion flashed across his eyes, his body trembled, he lowered his eyelids, and finally answered honestly: "I... don't know what will happen to me."
Such a blank answer sounded like a threat to the Pope.
"..." His eyes changed, and the golden staff fell heavily with anger!
However, Miao Feng lowered his head silently, without dodging, allowing the golden staff to hit his back. He groaned softly, but did not move at all.
"How dare you speak to me like that!" The golden staff fell down again and again, furious, almost killing him instantly. "I treat you as my own child, and you threaten me like this? You wolf cubs!"
However, Miao Feng just lowered his head and endured it in silence.
"All right." Finally, the king threw away the golden staff, leaned back in defeat, buried his body in the jade throne, and sighed dejectedly, "Feng, this is the first request you have made to me in the past 20 years. I promise you - that woman is really amazing."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Miao Feng's eyes were filled with joy and he bowed deeply.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he could no longer suppress the surging blood and spat out a mouthful of blood under the jade throne.
The King of Churches was also panting heavily, covering his chest. Since he had gone crazy while practicing Iron Horse and Ice River, his tendons and veins had been twisted and twisted, and he was in great pain. His body was getting worse day by day. At this time, he could not abandon this most obedient chess piece!
"I'll spare you this time." The King sneered, "I hope you won't end up like that traitor Tong."
"I swear to follow the King until death!" Miao Feng answered decisively without hesitation.
"Then keep an eye on that woman for me. You should also understand that if she dares to play any tricks on me, she will be the one to die!"