That night, there was a light rain in the mountains, and the raindrops beat on the eaves, covering the stream and the sound of footsteps from far to near. A black shadow came from the lower stream, jumped lightly several times, and quietly approached the wing of Zhu Li's house.
Zhu Li's house was not big, and there was only one wing room outside the main house, which was reserved for guests.
The shadow lightly pierced the window paper, and looked into the room with his eyes close to the hole. There were two small beds and two floor bunks in the room, and the four figures were motionless and sound asleep.
The black shadow slowly extended a chimney into the room, a wisp of green smoke emerged from the chimney, and a faint aroma quickly enveloped the room.
The sleeping incense produced by Linchun Pavilion is ignited with three times the weight, which can make people feel soft and lethargic.
After a stick of incense, the shadow quietly summoned a sound transmission paper crane, and gave two orders to the paper crane. The paper crane turned into a spot of light and flew out of sight.
The mission was completed, and just as he was about to step back to join his companions, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.
Someone asked in a very affectionate tone: "This brother, you..."
"Ah..." Before the scream was released, a slender and powerful hand covered it back. Immediately, the shadow crooked and fainted under the sudden intrusion of a powerful spiritual current.
Gu Qingqiao shrugged and made a helpless gesture, the people of Baihuagu really have no sense of humor.
The rain became heavier, and the four of them quietly walked out of Zhu Li's small courtyard. Downstream of the stream, Yingyingchaochuo rushed towards a group of people.
"Hey, Xiaole!" Gu Qingqiao patted Qin Le's shoulder: "You're not very happy!"
Qin Le looked down at the short knife in his hand and whispered, "I don't like violence."
Gu Qingqiao smiled: "Since entering Lingshan, I am afraid that escaping is not the way. What's more, sometimes violence is not for you to hurt people, but to protect."
Before Qin Le could answer, he was like a meteor, passing Mu Xiyuan and rushing into the rain. True Qi circulated on his side, bouncing off all the raindrops. The water droplets were shattered by the infuriating qi and filled the air, as if a light mist had been cast on them.
When the people in Baihuagu heard the signal of their companions, they flanked them proudly. Before they could finish, they saw a figure roaring like a wolf entering the flock. As soon as they met, the short knife flashed in the hand of the person who came, and two people flew out and fell to the ground, unable to move.
This is still the mercy of Gu Qingqiao, when the short knife touches the body, the straight stab is changed to a horizontal shot. If they were fighting for their lives, the two would probably have their throats cut long ago.
The leader Luo Gongzi shouted loudly, and the disciples hurriedly began to form a formation. Where can Gu Qingqiao give them a chance. The flying figure flickered in the crowd, as if showing off his skills to the extreme, the sword formation had not yet been formed, and the disciples in Baihuagu had all fallen to the ground screaming.
Gu Qingqiao wiped the rain on his face and pushed back Mu Xiyuan, who had just stepped out of the eaves. "It's raining, be careful to catch a cold!"
Luo Ziqi was drinking the crowd to organize a sword formation just now, but before he stepped on the right position, he was shot flying by Gu Qingqiao and landed in the stream. Seeing that the sword formation had dissipated, and all the disciples he had brought were lying on the ground, unable to fight any more, he couldn't help but get scared.
Before everyone noticed him, Luo Ziqi quietly climbed out of the creek and ran towards the woods beside the creek.
Zhu Yicheng raised his eyes and saw Luo Ziqi running wildly, he couldn't help shouting, "He ran away!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the figure that had just entered the dense forest shot back again, followed by a drapery. The silver ball at the tip of the drapery carried spiritual power and shot directly under the rain like a shooting star. Come.
The ribbons are soft and the spirit balls are exquisite. It seems that only the silk cloth that exists on the graceful stage of the dancer is a killer that even wolves are afraid of.
In the blink of an eye, the silver ball was in front of Luo Ziqi's eyes. He screamed and fell to the ground with his hands still on the ground and kept moving backwards.
When the spiritual power turned on the silk, the silver ball went around Luo Ziqi's neck like eyes, and pulled him straight up.
A girl in green appeared from the forest.
"Luo Qingwen, you slut raised by a little woman, eat what's inside and outside, how dare you hurt me!" Luo Ziqi roared angrily.
"Who are you calling a slut?" Zhu Yicheng rushed towards the forest the moment he saw Phi Bo, and when he heard Luo Ziqi's roar, he was furious and threw a punch at his forehead.
"Master Zhu, stop!" Luo Qingwen's clear voice sounded: "This is a family matter in Baihuagu, please let me do it myself."
Zhu Yicheng put down his fist angrily, but still stood aside uneasy.
"You also know that this is a family matter! Do you still consider yourself a member of Baihuagu?" Luo Ziqi said angrily: "That's how you treat your Shaogu master, your brother?"
"Brother..." Luo Qingwen walked up to Luo Ziqi, "I called you brother because of blood relationship. I can't get rid of this, but it doesn't prove that I agree with you."
"You, you colluded with outsiders to murder the disciples of Baihua Valley. Now that the evidence is conclusive, what else is there to say? What are you planning? Do you think that with your identity, you can still compete with me for the position of Valley Master of Baihua Valley?"
"No," Luo Qingwen looked into Luo Ziqi's eyes, and said word by word, "I don't care about being the owner of the valley, I just want my mother's things back."
"Your mother, haha, your mother," Luo Ziqi stroked a red bag on his waist subconsciously, but said contemptuously, "Your mother is just the dancer of the Luo family, who shamelessly climbed onto the master's house. bed… "
As soon as the cloth moved, Luo Ziqi's neck was immediately tightened, and his face flushed red.
"Take it out!" Luo Qingwen angrily said, "Otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhu Yicheng: "Don't get your hands dirty, I'll come."
After he finished speaking, he folded the fan and turned, and the sharp fan bone immediately left a wound on Luo Ziqi's temple.
"Take it out, or your little white face will bloom!"
Warm blood flowed down his cheeks, Luo Ziqi stared at Zhu Yicheng fiercely, his trembling hand reached into his sleeve pocket, took out a white forged embroidery pouch, and held it tightly in his hand.
"Cough, cough," Luo Ziqi stooped down and coughed violently, but a vicious smile like a poisonous snake appeared on his face.
"Who cares about a dancer's concubine!" Luo Ziqi threw the embroidered bag on the ground, took advantage of Luo Qingwen's distracted gaze on the ground, clapped both hands, and condensed a spiritual ball, which slammed into the ground. The embroidery bag was smashed.
The speed of the spirit ball was extremely fast, and Luo Qingwen immediately rushed towards the embroidery sac. The spirit ball burst into a violent white light on the embroidery sac.
Zhu Yicheng grabbed Luo Ziqi and gave one stroke of the folding fan, but Luo Ziqi had already rolled out.
Before standing up, he took out the teleportation jade card, pressed his hands on the magic circle, and his figure immediately became dazed. In the dark night, Luo Ziqi's vicious voice came: "This matter is not over, let's wait and see!"
The white light dissipated, and where the embroidery bag was, lay... a half charred fish.
Qin Le's voice came from behind: "I'm sorry, I really don't have anything else on my body."
It's a pity that a fish can't stop the explosion of the spiritual power ball. The white satin embroidered bag seems to contain an attacking spell. The huge impact of the spiritual force triggered the power of the spell. , mixed in the rain grout, a mess.
Luo Qingwen stared blankly at the ground, not knowing whether it was rain or tears, it slowly descended down her cheeks.
"That..." Zhu Yicheng said loudly: "Don't be sad, see if this is what you want?"
Zhu Yicheng held a fan in his right hand to block the rain, and in his left hand held a red embroidered bag, which was the one on Luo Ziqi's waist just now.
Luo Qingwen was stunned for a while, as if in a dream, before reaching out and gently taking the embroidery bag. After a while, he opened the embroidery bag as if he had made up his mind. Inside, there is a jade.
The eyes of the green-robed girl slowly rose.
It was obviously rainy and miserable weather, but Zhu Yicheng felt that a bright moon rose in front of him, and the girl's smiling face illuminated the night sky, making the falling raindrops extraordinarily cheerful.
At this time, Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao had also sent the disciples of Baihuagu back to the array, but they did not approach, and stood side by side under the eaves to watch them.
Luo Qingwen raised her head and looked at Zhu Yicheng, who was hesitant to speak.
Zhu Yicheng originally only knew that she was the ninth miss of Baihuagu. After the conflict just now, he realized that Luo Qingwen's situation in the Luo family was not as good as people imagined. For a while, curiosity about his life experience, anger toward Luo Ziqi, pity for Luo Qingwen's sad tears, and the amazement on his smiling face all flooded into his heart, and the expressions on his face became tangled in every possible way.
Luo Qingwen chuckled softly: "Fool."
The fool laughed cheerfully, wiped the rain on his face, and invited, "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, you should also go in and take a rest."
The girl walked towards the house with a smile, and Zhu Yicheng quickly followed.
Qin Le was standing in the stream, but turned around and walked back, but made a strange "huh".
The stream that had not reached his waist just now retreated to his knees. The more we walked into the stream, the water became shallower.
The entire creek is losing water.
The stream quickly receded at a speed visible to the naked eye. When Zhu Yicheng walked to the edge of the stream, the pebbles at the bottom of the stream had already emerged from the water, and the stream disappeared, leaving only the dry channel. Several large fish struggled in the puddles at the bottom of the creek.
"What's going on?" Zhu Yicheng and Qin Le looked at each other.
The figure flashed, and Mu Xiyuan in the distance had realized that something was wrong, and ran to the stream with Gu Qingqiao. A bad premonition came, and the two looked at each other with a solemn expression.
"It's not good, I'm afraid there will be a mountain torrent, hurry up and save people, and gather at the mountain behind the village!" After Mu Xiyun finished speaking, he immediately swept into Zhu Li's house.
The other four immediately ran to the nearest people upstream and downstream.