Xue Meng froze in place for a while, before he suddenly felt his strength, and said furiously at Mei Hanxue: "Dog thing, who are you stupid?"
Xue Zhengyi pulled him: "Meng'er!"
"This person calls me stupid!"
"Okay, okay, you heard it wrong, Han Xueming didn't say anything."
"That's because he lowered his voice in my ear!!"
There was a lot of noise here, and over there Jiang Xi was counting the wounded and checking the situation. The result of the review is that Jiang Xi asked everyone to repair in the same place for a while. There is no way, the most ferocious combat power has been consumed a lot, just like the bow has not been fully drawn, the arrowhead has been blunt, so rashly continues to move forward, if there is another shock, I am afraid that I will not be able to deal with it.
After ordering these, Jiang Xi walked to Nangong Si: "Nangong, I have something to ask you."
"Sect Master Jiang, please speak."
Jiang Xi did not speak, but first glanced at Ye Wangxi.
Nangong Si said, "She doesn't have to evade."
"It's better to avoid it." Jiang Xi said, his eyes fell, and he stopped at the mouth of Nangong Si's heart, which is the position of Nangong Si's spiritual core.
After Ye Wangxi left, Jiang Xi sat down beside Nangong Si.
"What about your spiritual core? Are you planning to hide it?"
Nangong Si's eyes dimmed: "I don't know how to tell her yet."
"Are you afraid that she will dislike you because of this? Actually, you think too much, Miss Ye is not—"
"No." Nangong Si interrupted Jiang Xi, "I'm not afraid that she will dislike me. I'm just afraid that she will be sad."
"..." Jiang Xi was silent for a while, as if being stabbed by Nangong Si's inexplicable arrogance, he sneered, "You are really confident."
"Head Jiang is wrong. I'm not confident, I believe her."
Hearing that his tone was quite hard, Jiang Xi said lightly: "You are now down and you are still talking to me in this tone, so you are not afraid that I will trouble you in the future?"
"you will not."
Jiang Xi paused: "Is this believing in me?"
"Along the way, I also know what kind of person Jiang Sect is." Nangong Si said, "That's why I said those words to you when I thought my life should be cut off."
"..." Jiang Xi kept staring at Nangong Si, until he mentioned this matter, he turned his eyes away, "Now that you are still alive, do those words count?"
"Count." Nangong Si said, "When Xu Shuanglin is defeated, I will tell everyone."
Jiang Xi stopped talking, and after a while, he said: "Nangong Si, it's a pity that you can't see the Confucianism Sect flourishing in your hands, otherwise, it can be regarded as an opponent who can compete with each other."
Nangong Si answered very calmly, but he also had his arrogance faintly: "The head is still wrong. I have been fortunate enough to learn the best things about Confucianism."
Jiang Xi rarely does not refute others, seldom does not sneer, and rarely admires or agrees with others. But he kept silent for a long time this time, and didn't try to deny Nangong Si's words. Finally, he said: "Don't talk about this, and ask you something more important."
"...I know what the Sect Master is going to ask." Nangong Si stroked Nao Baijin lying in the quiver, the demon wolf was injured, a piece of fur on his forehead was ripped off, and blood was still oozing, "However, why did Jiaoshan suddenly lose control? Going against the will of the Sect Master is something I don't know. I don't think it's possible either."
Jiang Xi said: "There is no clue? Think about it again, is there any secret about the Confucianism Sect, about this mountain?"
Nangong Si shook his head and said, "No. The Nangong family has known for generations that this Jiaoshan obeys the orders of the family's children, but the first one must be the ancestor of Changying."
"Absolutely no one else?"
"Absolutely not. The first master that Jiaolong's soul recognizes is Taizhangmen, and it will never change."
Jiang Xi's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and his face became more and more hostile because of the deadlock: "How did Xu Shuanglin do it?"
"I don't understand either." Nangong Si suddenly paused, Jiang Xi thought he had thought of something, and turned to look at him, only to find that he was looking straight at a person in the distance. Xi saw Nangong Liu who was peeling oranges to eat.
Nangong Si has been trying not to look at his father who was made into a chess piece, but when he touched it, his expression immediately became extremely painful. Jiang Xi is actually the same age as Xu Shuanglin and Xue Zhengyi, but he still looks young and handsome because of the different mental methods of cultivation. But this has nothing to do with his mentality. In fact, his mentality is not so flourishing. He looked at Nangong Si, and he couldn't bear it for a while, and he said, "Don't look at it."
"… "
"Don't look any further."
Nangong Si seemed to have used all his remaining strength to tear his eyes away from his father. When he lowered his eyes, his shoulders seemed to tremble slightly, and finally he buried his face in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't hide the choked sob in his voice.
He murmured hoarsely, trying to stagger the topic: "I also don't understand how Xu Shuanglin did it, that is a dragon that was tamed by the master..."
The shoulders trembled more and more.
Jiang Xi has been stiff, and his face has been very indifferent, but he finally reached out and patted Nangong Si on the shoulder. He seemed to want to comfort Nangong Si a few words, but he never comforted anyone, and finally said dryly: "It doesn't matter, everyone has their own fate, although you and your father are in the current situation, there are still fathers and sons. One, look at me, in the year of destiny, I have no children. I want to open it up."
After speaking, Nangong Si of course ignored him, and he himself felt dry, saying it seemed worse than not saying it.
Jiang Xi got up, slightly embarrassed: "I'll go to another place to have a look, you can rest for a while, you should move on later."
"… "
"By the way, what is ahead?"
Nangong Si muttered: "Dragon Soul Pond."
"What is this for?"
"That is the blood pool where the spirit of the evil dragon is sacrificed." Nangong Si said, "The primordial spirit of the evil dragon sleeps in the pool, and every year people from the Confucianism Sect worship it."
Jiang Xi frowned a little when he heard it, and finally said, "I hope nothing happens over there."
Everyone rested in the front hall for half an hour, and the wounded and those who had lost too much spiritual power gradually recovered with the help of the healing monks.
Jiang Xi looked left and right at the "good" and "evil" made by Xu Shuanglin on both sides.
What does Xu Shuanglin use for this kind of incompetent thing? Does it look good
Listening to Nangong Si who was made into a chess piece, it seems that Xu Shuanglin regards himself as an emperor, and these Zhenlong puppets, who are divided into black and white, good and evil, are regarded as his subjects
He walked all the way to watch the flowers, and finally came to Nangong Liu, who was sitting on top of his bamboo basket, slowly peeling oranges.
Jiang Xi paused for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and asked what he had asked before: "Can you take us to His Majesty's place?"
Nangong Liu still gave the same answer as before: "Your Majesty has His Majesty's business to do, how can you just say it and see you?"
"..." Jiang Xifu said displeased, "It's useless at all. A waste pustule is a waste pustule. Whether it is alive or made into a chess piece, it is a waste pustule."
Nangong Liu was scolded by him, shrank his neck cowardly, hugged his orange rattan basket with a cowardly look, and after a while, he actually burst into tears: "Why are you so fierce? Use it, I am a waste pustule, what can you do to me?"
He cried so loudly that everyone around him looked at him.
At this time, Chu nightning also adjusted his breath and meditated almost. He frowned: "This Nangong Liu is so strange."
The ink burned and asked: "What?"
"I can't tell." Chu nightning said, "I feel that this person is Nangong Liu, but it is very wrong. It seems that it is not the Nangong Liu I know."
The ink burned and stared over there, Jiang Xi stared at Nangong Liu with a livid face, while Nangong Liu snorted, and occasionally rubbed his eyes with both hands.
"..." Mo Ran looked at his actions, and he really felt that something was wrong. The unspoken disobedience seemed to see a child with a middle-aged head, which made goosebumps. Suddenly, the ink burned for a while, and murmured, "Children..."
"what?"
The ink burned his head and asked: "Master, do you think that he looks like a child?" He said and looked at Nangong Liu for a while, and saw that Nangong Liu actually started to blow his nose with his sleeves, Convenience said, "... still a child only five or six years old."
When he said this, Chu nightning looked at it again, and it really did.
Although Nangong Liu still looks in his forties, his every move reveals this kind of stupidity and childishness.
Chu nightning murmured: "Did Xu Shuanglin do something to him, so that his memory of consciousness is only retained until he is five or six years old?"
The ink burned: "Master is waiting, I will try it."
"How are you going to try?"
The ink burned and didn't answer, he walked to Nangong Liu's side under the watchful eyes of the public, picked up an orange and handed it to him, tentatively said: "Don't cry, eat an orange."
"I don't eat it, I have already eaten it. This is dedicated to Your Majesty."
The ink burned and put the oranges back in the basket and asked, "Who is your majesty?"
Jiang Xi said, "What's the use? I haven't tried him before."
Sure enough, Nangong Liu said: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is Your Majesty, who else could it be."
Mo Ran was not discouraged, but then asked him the second sentence: "Okay, your majesty is your majesty, you are so loyal and sensible, your majesty will be very happy to know it. Yes, I have been asking you about majesty. I haven't asked you yet, little brother, what's your name?"
Huang Xiaoyue watched impatiently from the side, sneered twice and was about to speak, but Jiang Xi stopped him and shook his head. He also faintly felt something was wrong.
Nangong Liu, who was holding a basket of oranges, watched the ink burn for a while, and then said timidly: "My name is Nangong Liu."
Mo Ran smiled and touched Nangong Liu's head, and asked calmly: "Get to know me, my name is Mo Ran, I am twenty-two this year, how about you?"
"I-I'm five years old..."
"!!"
For a while, there was silence.
Although Nangong Liu's voice didn't make a sound, everyone around him was looking at it quietly, so his trembling "I'm five years old" sounded like a thunderbolt and exploded in the hall.
Almost everyone was stunned.
If it weren't for the tense situation, I'm afraid that many people present would laugh and burst into tears - five years old? Five years old
Going back to three years ago, they were asked to believe that the head of the No. 1 sect in the world would huddle next to a basket of oranges and mutter, "I'm five years old." These people probably would rather believe that a sow can climb a tree.
But Nangong Liu did say this sentence clearly at the moment, a group of people were dumbfounded, and they froze in place, looking at me, I look at you, they don't know what the situation is.
Jiang Xi stepped forward and asked sharply, "What do you do in this palace every day?"
Nangong Liu hurriedly shrank back to Mo Ran, dragged Mo Ran's sleeves and said: "Big brother, I don't want to talk to him, this uncle is so fierce..."
Jiang Xi: "…"
Nangong Liu was older than him, and he never dreamed that one day Nangong Liu would call him uncle.
The ink burning is also a bit unbearable. If it is really a five-year-old child, he can still use it, but at this time, it is a man with a wrinkled eye. Mo Ran's mouth twitched, coughed twice to relieve him: "Okay, you don't need to pay attention to him, then I'll ask you, what do you do in this palace every day?"
Jiang Xi's eyes widened - at this time he was a little admired for the ink burning, okay, this kid, can you bear this
"I pick oranges every day. I pick them and wash them, then carry them back to His Majesty and wait for him to eat them." Nangong Liu said, "His Majesty likes oranges the most, he can eat a whole basket in a day. What grows at the foot is a kind of tree that only blooms and does not bear fruit, His Majesty said it was boring, so they all replaced it with orange trees, I also think orange trees are good, and the fruit is sweet."
He babbled on and on, and suddenly his eyes darkened: "Unfortunately, Your Majesty's health has not been very good these days, and he can only eat half of it after picking a basket..."
Jiang Xi grasped the key: "Your Majesty is not in good health recently?"
Nangong Liu was very vengeful, pouted and puffed out his cheeks and said, "I hate it, I won't talk to you."
Jiang Xi endured for a moment, but couldn't hold back, she quickly turned her head, and covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
Huang Xiaoyue asked with concern: "What's wrong with the head of Jiang?"
"Don't talk to me." Jiang Xi frowned in disgust, and refused to look at the giant child Nangong Liu, who was squatting over there with a shriveled mouth, "I'm a bit sick."
The ink burned: "Why is Your Majesty's body not good?"
"That's it... He is always coughing, and all he coughs up is blood. He is very thin, and he refuses to eat because he is so thin. Many parts of his body are rotten..." Nangong Liu said, tears dripping like The broken pillar cried sadly again, "I'm so worried about him, what should I do if he's gone? No one will play with me, talk to me, and feed me oranges in the future."
"He... he also feeds you oranges?"
But from what I saw last time at Confucianism, the two brothers, Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin, had a bloody feud. Xu Shuanglin didn't continue to take Ling Chi Guo's work. His brother is already a miracle.
Can't even imagine.
Jiang Xi fell into deep thought: "Many parts of the body are rotten..."
Xue Zhengyi said: "It sounds like a backlash from the Zhenlong chess game?"
Mo Ran is also very clear about this, the three forbidden techniques of the rare chess game, if the practitioner's spiritual power is not sufficient, and if the chess pieces are forcibly manipulated too many times, the body will slowly begin to fester.
When he first started to practice in his previous life, he was also rotten. Starting from the toes, when the ink burned, he was afraid of being discovered by Chu Wanning, so he never dared to act rashly. Later, he invented the "Common Heart Array" and was able to continue to practice. Later, he became the Emperor Treading Immortal, with abundant and powerful spiritual power, and he could control thousands of troops without the need for a cohesive formation, but the necrotic little toe of his left foot could never be recovered.
The ink burned couldn't help but feel strange.
The zombies outside were obviously controlled by the formation of common heart. Only the corpses that could move freely in the hall were completely controlled by Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power.
Since Xu Shuanglin couldn't support so many chess pieces, why did he do such a thing
It's useless to think about being trapped here, Jiang Xi said: "Go ahead."
The door leading to the Dragon Soul Pond also needs to be opened with a machine. This machine was not destroyed. After it was activated, the front door of the front hall inlaid with the seven-star magic circle immediately made a muffled sound, and the stone door was retracted into the wall. The nave of Tiangong slowly revealed its appearance in front of everyone.
It was a hexagonal airtight palace with wet, cold and damp walls. There was a thick relief of a dragon on the zenith, with distinct muscles and bones. His eyes were wide open. This giant dragon held an oil lamp in its mouth. What kind of oil, the light burned out is actually a faint blue.
In the center of the hall, there was a tumbling pool of blood-red foam, which was steaming out.
Nangong Si said: "This is the Dragon Soul Pond. The primordial spirit of the demon dragon is sealed in this blood pool."
Someone wanted to get closer and take a closer look, Nangong Si said: "Don't look too much, this pond is very evil, if you stare at it for a long time, your mind will be slackened, let's go."
A group of people walked past the blood pool in turn under the leadership of Nangong Si. They entered the corridor behind the nave. Although it was dark and there was no reference, Mo Ran could feel that they were walking uphill.
This section of the road was about an incense stick of light, and then Nangong Liu stopped. In front of him was a door that was narrower than the front, but full of jewels.
"After this door is opened, walk a little further and you will find the exit of the corridor." Nangong Si said, "After going out, it is the last place in the Heavenly Palace, called the Hall of Conjuring Souls. Xu Shuanglin should be on the Hall of Conjuring Souls."
Huang Xiaoyue suddenly asked: "There are only so many places in the Confucianism Gate Heavenly Palace? The front hall, the Dragon Blood Pond, and the Soul Conjuring Stage?"
"good."
"Isn't there any secret room?" He was so impatient that he almost said it was a treasure secret room. Fortunately, he responded in time, "I mean, Xu Shuanglin might also be in the secret room."
Nangong Si gave him a meaningful look, and that look made Huang Xiaoyue a little apprehensive. In the end, Nangong Si said, "Let's go to the conjuring stage to see it first."
Opening this last door requires the blood of the Nangong family. Nangong Si smeared his own blood on the eyeballs of Shimen's dragon pattern. The mechanism on the door moved and rotated, and then he heard a faint sigh.
Huang Xiaoyue was horrified: "Who is talking?!"
Then he pointed at Nangong Si and said, "You kid won't be cheating, right? Please enter the urn?"
Nangong Si said indifferently: "If Huang Daochang can't trust me, it's still too late to go out now, sit in the hall and wait."
Of course Huang Xiaoyue refused, but before he went in, he kept an eye on it - along the way, he found that every important threshold requires the blood of the Nangong family to open, and the legendary treasure room must be the same. So before entering the door, Huang Xiaoyue wiped a hand on the longan intentionally or unintentionally, and secretly dipped some Nangong Si's blood...
Suddenly, an empty voice resounded in this dark corridor—
"Who is it?"
Huang Xiaoyue was guilty of being a thief, and she almost jumped up in shock. Everyone else looked around, Nangong Si said, "That's why, Nangong Si, the seventh-generation clan of Confucianism."
"Wangli... welcome... master..."
After the voice said these words slowly, it returned to Miao Ran.
"Wangli is the name of that demon dragon." Nangong Si said to Jiang Xi, "Sect Master Jiang, please."
Jiang Xi looked at the corridor in front of him. About a hundred feet away, there was a white light. It must be the hall of the soul. Jiang Xi took a few steps forward, and suddenly the earth shook again. 's voice rang again.
"Wangli, welcome... lord... people..."
"What's the matter with this dragon?" Jiang Xi frowned, "It said the same sentence twice?"
But Nangong Si's expression had changed. He immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the Soul Conjuration Stage, where the light and shadow suddenly flickered slightly. There was a flood.
Nangong Si's pupils suddenly closed, and he shouted sharply, "Run!!"