The huge Jiaoshan returned to calm, the blood vines disappeared, and the corpses controlled by the Zhenlong chess pieces also sank into the depths of the earth. Nangong Changying finally issued a death order to the Flood Dragon Spirit, and even his descendants would not be able to reverse course.
The moon is white and the wind is clear, illuminating the mess on the ground.
After the cloud-piercing bow in Nangong Si's hand also shot the last arrow, because of the loss of Nangong Changying's spiritual power, it gradually became bleak and finally closed. He dripped blood on the ground, and almost at the moment when the barrier was untied, Ye Wangxi ran over and knelt beside him: "Don't move, don't move." Her voice was trembling, "I Healing for you..."
"Forget it, I could still be alive and kicking. If you treat me, I will probably go to see the master." Nangong Si coughed lightly, pushed Ye Wangxi away, and looked at Jiang Xi with black eyes, "Jiang Zhang door, I'm still bothering you..."
Jiang Xi nodded and said, "I'm coming."
He is the master of the Medicine Sect, and he is willing to lend a helping hand, which is naturally beyond the reach of others.
Jiang Xiyu's white fingertips rested on Nangong Si's wrist, almost as soon as they touched it, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he did not say a word, and Nangong Si looked at each other.
He could clearly feel that Nangong Si's spiritual core had been shattered. Since then, there is no difference from ordinary people, and can no longer cast spells and use spiritual power.
It was impossible for Nangong Si himself to be unaware of this matter, but Ye Wangxi was by his side, so he looked at Jiang Xi and shook his head slightly imperceptibly.
"How is it? Head Jiang, how is Si?"
"… "
Jiang Xi withdrew his hand in silence, then took out a light purple porcelain bottle from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Ye Wangxi: "It's not a big problem. The trauma is not the key point, the girl can rest assured. You can take this medicine powder. Then, apply it to the affected area every day, up to ten days, and you will be cured."
After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he concentrated his spiritual power on the tip of his finger and tapped several acupoints on Nangong Si's body one after another. Finally, the palm of his hand covered the wound on the sword, and the blood stopped shortly after. After doing all this, Jiang Xi got up and said to the crowd, "It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, or it may change, so let's go up the mountain."
He turned to leave, but the conversation between Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si still fell into his ears.
He heard Nangong Si whispering to Ye Wangxi: "It's all right, it'll be fine in a few days, why are you crying? Oh, why is it so useless, alright, alright, not so much Are you hurt..."
Jiang Xi closed his eyes.
He thought of the few lip words Nangong Si said to him when he thought his life was hanging by a thread just now in the barrier. He sighed and led the crowd up the long white jade steps leading to the ancestral temple.
From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are still three levels to pass, and they all need to be smeared with the blood of the Nangong family to pass smoothly. But Nangong Si doesn't need to cut his fingers to drip blood at this moment, he is already injured, and he can dispel the barrier of the enchantment with just a little bit.
All the way up, no obstacles.
When Nangong Si smeared the blood on the dragon's eye of the white jade carved dragon, the last heavy stone-sealed giant gate sank slowly and solemnly into the ground, and the Tiangong on the top of Mount Jiao was impressively displayed in front of everyone.
It was a shrine filled with fairy spirit. There was a dense forest outside the gate of the palace. They were standing outside the forest at this moment. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety steps, the steps are so high that the top ancestral palace seems to be lying on the cloud, only a phantom shadow can be seen, exuding a brilliant light under the infiltration of moonlight, like the Guanghan Palace. , Like Lingxiao Palace, I don’t know the heaven and earth.
Almost everyone saw this ancestral hall at first glance, and was shocked by its grandeur and majesty, and then it was anger, jealousy, greed, covetousness... All kinds of different feelings flooded into their hearts.
The most speechless among them is the owner of Ma Zhuang.
He patted his forehead and cried out, "My mother, with such long steps, you can't use swords on this Jiaoshan Mountain. How long can you walk with your feet? This is another mountain!"
Huang Xiaoyue said with a smile: "The old man is not malicious, just joking - according to the old man, Nangong Changying Xianchang really doesn't have to fly up, he can create such a heavenly palace, what is the difference between the world and the sky Woolen cloth?"
Suddenly someone heard a cold voice: "The Confucianism Gate is dedicated to the Temple of Heaven. It was built in the third generation of the head of Nangong Yu, and it took two generations to complete the construction of the fifth head of Nangong Xian. This Tiangong, together with Nangong Changying No connection."
Huang Xiaoyue: "..."
He turned his head and faced a very cold face of Chu nightning. When the ink burned this face, he knew that Chu nightning had almost endured to the limit. As long as he added another fire, Caidie Zhentian asked. I am afraid that the old thing of smoking people will be repeated.
Chu nightning said coldly: "Like Huang Xianchang, I have no malicious advice. Before reading the book thoroughly, it is best to learn to be cautious in words and deeds."
Huang Xiaoyue has always wanted face. In front of the younger generation, she was so mercilessly smashed by Chu Wanning. It was extremely embarrassing for a while, and her lips were about to say something to fight back. Suddenly she heard Jiang Xidao: "Huang Xiaoyue, Nangong Xianchang's reputation. Are you kidding me?"
When Jiang Xi spoke, his status and position were self-evident. Huang Xiaoyue's face was pale in an instant, but she still forced a dry laugh: "Why do you have to take Jiang's head seriously, the old man said it, no malice..."
"Do I want to condone your malice just because you said you didn't harbor any malice?" Jiang Xi rolled her eyes coldly and squinted at Huang Xiaoyue, he didn't even want to give him the right eye, "Do I want to give him the right eye because of your aging? Endure your ignorance?"
"..." Chu Zongshi is a master, but in the end, he only has the ability and no real power. But Jiang Xi was different. Now it was Gu Yueye coughing, and the world of comprehension had to shake it three times. Huang Xiaoyue was drenched in cold sweat and didn't dare to say any more.
Jiang Xi flicked his sleeves, coldly entered the woods, and walked towards the long steps at the end of the woods. The rest of the sect masters glanced at Huang Xiaoyue with contempt or sympathy. Of course, there were also those who completely ignored Huang Xiaoyue and followed and left. The abbot of Wubei Temple also sighed "Amitabha". If it was not forced by the situation, the ink burned You can actually laugh out loud.
They were walking in the forest, but before they took a few steps, Nangong Si said "Huh?"
Jiang Xi asked, "What's wrong?"
"Orange tree..." Nangong Si looked around, there were orange trees everywhere, with white orange blossoms, "How could it be an orange tree? The original trees planted here are all dragon goddess spirit trees."
"Look over there!" Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp-eyed Xiao Xiu pointed to Quanyan in the distance and whispered, "There is someone there!"
Everyone followed his fingers, and sure enough, they saw a man sitting with his back to them beside the ding ding dong dong mountain spring, under a luxuriant orange tree, digging his head into something.
Xue Zhengyi frowned and said, "Is it a human or a ghost?"
The ink burned: "I'll go and see."
His dexterity skills were excellent, and he swept past in just a split second. He quietly and silently hid in the nearby trees, and then cautiously went around and went to the side.
He was stunned.
Because he saw the man's face clearly.
That was Nangong Si's father, the last head of Confucianism.
- Nangong Liu.
what happened? Wasn't Nangong Liu being fed Ling Chiguo? ! He should have died after three hundred and sixty-five days of Ling Chi torture, but why does he seem to be intact at the moment, the old god is there, and he is even in a good mood, sitting beside the clear spring...
Washing a basket of oranges?
The clear spring burst into waves, and the silver moon was crushed into the spring water. Looking at Nangong Liu's face, he hummed a little song with an almost dream-like expression, drained the washed oranges one by one, and then Put it in the bag next to it.
"The weak crown is the best time, and you can see all the flowers in the world."
Nangong Liu hummed softly, his sleeves were rolled up high, and both arms were immersed in clear water. His arms were intact, and he did not have the mottled scars that people who swallowed Ling Chi Guo would have.
The ink burned his eyebrows and twisted into a Sichuan character. He could clearly perceive that something was wrong with Nangong Liu. This person had obviously been made into a rare chess, and the bodies in the tomb were different. Nangong Liu was obviously preserved. Most of his own consciousness, just looking at his behavior, is not much different from a normal living person.
"How about it?"
Xue Zhengyi asked anxiously when he saw that the ink burned quickly and returned.
Mo Ran first glanced at Nangong Si, and then whispered: "It's Nangong Liu."
Many people present had a grudge against Nangong Liu, and a cultivator drew his sword on the spot: "That beast! I'll kill him now!"
Nangong Si's eyes were dim, his face was burnt gray, and he lowered his head and said silently: "..."
Mo Ran said: "There is something strange, this Nangong Liu is obviously controlled by the Zhenlong chess game, but the strange thing is that he has no scars that swallowed Ling Chiguo at all. I think it is better not to rush him."
After thinking about it, Chu night asked: "Can the effect of Ling Chiguo be eliminated?"
Gu Yueye is the best at this kind of problem, and the cold scale holy hand said: "It can be done, but it is more troublesome. I don't think Xu Shuanglin will put him a Lingchi fruit, and then go to great lengths to help him unlock the curse of the fruit, There's absolutely no point in doing that."
Jiang Xi said: "Anyway, Nangong Liu is here, Xu Shuanglin should be in the ancestral temple palace, this time we finally didn't make another trip in vain."
As he was saying this, Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow shaking in the distance. Jiang Xi turned his head, and the others followed his gaze and saw that the former head of Rufengmen was carrying a basket full of oranges. Walking out of the woods, he was still leaning on a awning stick in his hand, tapped on the ground, and walked briskly. When he got close, you could see that he still had a bright smile on his face.
Nangong Si had already made up his mind not to look at it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back. He looked up at his father, his eyelashes trembled like fluff in the wind - he couldn't tell what he was at the moment. Feel, hate? distressed? or something else
He didn't know, he wanted to look away, but the figure was like a fish hook, once it was hooked, it was impossible to let go.
At this time, someone who couldn't hold back his emotions suddenly shouted: "Nangong Liu! Today I will ask you to pay for your debts with blood!"
With a swoosh, the feathered arrow left the string and went straight to the back of Nangong Liu's head.
It was too late for the others to stop them, but fortunately, the man was not good at archery, so he was a little off-track, and the whistling long arrow pierced straight into the basket behind Nangong Liu, piercing several round oranges.
Immediately, a lot of people were scolding in their hearts. It's not good to have too many people. There will always be a few stupid things that mess up the water. The important thing is that Nangong Liu had already sensed their existence and turned his head slowly.
Seeing so many people standing in the mountains and forests, Nangong Liu was stunned for a moment, and then walked towards them, still with that ethereal color on his face.
He got closer and closer. Many cultivators had already shown their swords a few inches from their waists, and their eyes were staring at him with extreme alertness. Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Nangong Liu seemed to finally feel some pressure. , he stopped a little sluggishly and stood between the swaying tree shadows.
"Everyone..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the silence was broken, and dozens of people couldn't hold back.
However, Nangong Liu suddenly smiled. This smiling face was familiar to the heads of the leaders who were standing at the front of the array. This was the kind of flattering and warm smile that Nangong Liu used to face everyone.
The Palace Master of the Snow Palace was startled: "This..."
Several heads looked at each other, and they all felt that this chess piece was too weird. They didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd. At this time, Nangong Liu brushed off the left and right sleeves, rolled down the sleeves, and then actually doubled. Kneeling to the ground, he gave a respectful nod to hundreds of monks.
"Ah, the servant Nangong Liu, this is polite, all the distinguished guests who have come from a long way, some are welcome, some are welcome—"
With his kowtow action, the baskets of oranges behind him rolled out and most of them were scattered around.
Nangong Liu finished kowtowing, knelt on the ground again, put down the basket without shame and went to pick up the oranges, under the stunned gaze of everyone, put the oranges in order again, and then rubbed his hands and smiled: "Dear guests, but you want to Are you going to see Your Majesty?"
His Majesty? !
The ink burned instantly with goose bumps. After all, he was called this for nearly ten years, and when he heard the word "Your Majesty", he even habitually felt that he was addressing himself.
The other heads were confused, you look at me, I look at you, Xue Zhengyi even smiled bitterly, but no one answered for a while.
Seeing that everyone ignored him, Nangong Liu scratched his head in doubt, and then asked cautiously, "Hey, distinguished guests, but are you going to see Your Majesty?"
Jiang Xi: "…"
Nangong Liu was a little discouraged, but asked repeatedly, "Dear guests, are you going to see Your Majesty?"
"… "
"Your honor—"
The ink burned calmly and asked him: "Who is your majesty?"
"Your Majesty is Your Majesty." Nangong Liujian seemed very happy that someone finally took care of him, and said, "If you want to see His Majesty, you have to keep going up, but he is very busy, but he may not have the time to take care of you, he has important affairs in the world. To take care of."
Xue Zhengyi finally couldn't hold back. Rao was in such a tense atmosphere, he still couldn't help laughing: "The big thing in the world? Haha, what is the big thing in the world? In charge of a dead man on the top of the mountain, play chess with yourself, play Playing with puppets, this is also called a big event in the world? Hahahaha, Xu Shuanglin, he is too, too funny."
There was a vague layer of uneasy shadow between the burning eyebrows. He then asked: "It means that he is in the palace at the moment. Although it is very busy, we can go to see him, right?"
"Yes." Nangong Liu said, "Of course you can go to see him. If he closes the door to thank him, you can just wait in the city. When His Majesty is done, he will come out on his own. I'm going to the top too, and the oranges on top have been eaten again, so I have to make up for it soon, or your Majesty will be angry later."
As he said that, he went straight away, and the people who stayed looked at each other in dismay.
"How to do?"
"Go up?"
"Is there any fraud..."
But the ink burned on the ground, and he walked quickly, and soon he left Nangong Liu, who was climbing up with oranges on his back, behind him, and also left everyone behind.
He finally gasped and reached the Tiangong first, standing in front of the main hall gate, he raised his head, and only then did he realize how majestic this palace was. Only two palace gates have the tendency to linger the sky and block the sun. The reliefs from Huangquan to Biluo are engraved on them. The left side of the gate is the dragon swallowing the sun, and the right side is the fire phoenix spit out the moon. The gaps in the scales and armor of the body are filled with molten pure gold, and the momentum is amazing. There are whale oil bronze thousand-leaf lamps hanging on the rafters of the roof of the palace, and the lights will not go out for ten thousand years.
Mo Ran originally thought that this door was very heavy, and it was very difficult to open, but the fingers touched the facade, just a light touch, with the rumbling thunder, the Dragon Phoenix Tianmen did not need him to use a little more effort, slowly to the shrink in...
And at the moment of seeing the front hall of the Tiangong, the ink burned the whole person in the same place.
This... What kind of weird scene is this? !