Rustle…
The dense forest in the mountains swayed gently in the wind, and a thin mist rose under the cold moonlight. Outside the dim light of the lanterns, a figure quietly slipped into a nearby attic along the swaying light. An armed figure walked over, and the girl squatting in the dark crouched down, staring at her fellow apprentices who were patrolling over, and quietly moved inside.
The lights in the corridor flickered.
The girl tiptoed along the wall, stretched out her hand and gently pushed open the crack of a nearby door, slipped in, and the wind caused the oil lamp on the table to sway slowly.
"Hey! Wake up."
The girl called out softly to a figure hanging on a wall in the room. On that wall, Li Sui'an was hanging in the air with his arms bound by iron handcuffs and an iron ring stuck in his neck. His clothes were tattered and stained with blood. He was captured by several people from the other side. Strange iron nails were driven into his scapula and qihai acupoints. He could not use any magic power at all, and even if he could escape, he could not get far.
When Sui An heard the words, he opened his eyes weakly and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"You come here again. What's the matter? You don't want me to die, so you want to marry me? But my master has to make the decision."
"you!"
Wei Lingyun's pretty face flushed, and she stamped her feet fiercely: "I don't want it. I just heard from my father that my uncle and two elders want to lock you up in the Demon Cave, so I told you!"
"Tell me what to do, or you might as well let me go!"
Li Sui'an grinned, raised his chin towards the girl opposite him, and tried his best to show his handsome features from between his messy hair.
"Look, my hands, feet, and neck are all tied up. Tell me, I can't run away. It's better to let me go. Then I won't be locked up in any cave. When I go back and see the master, I will come to propose marriage. What do you think of this idea?"
"Slippery."
The girl put her hands behind her back with her palms twisted together, looking at the young man who was hanging. She lowered her eyes and watched the toes of his shoes twisting this and that. She couldn't help but smile. She was about to continue talking when suddenly there was a creaking sound and the door that had been closed opened. Wei Lingyun turned around quickly and saw Ren Yinyang in a black robe standing there, with two old men with white beards on his left and right.
Seeing the girl inside who looked a little panicked, Ren Yinyang nodded slightly, stepped over the threshold and walked in.
"Yun'er, why are you here?!"
"Master...Uncle Master..." Wei Lingyun hesitated and glanced at the wall next to her. She rolled her eyes and reached out to grab the whip on the table. "I came here to beat him up. I can't swallow the humiliation of peeping at me while I was bathing."
"Haha, you are better than your father in this respect!"
Ren Yinyang smiled and nodded, "But this is not the place for you to come. You should go back and rest."
"oh."
The girl put down the whip, walked slowly past her uncle opposite, greeted the two elders of the sect, and ran away holding up her skirt. Li Sui'an, who was hanging on the wall, looked up and chuckled.
The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his body. Li Sui'an bit his lips and looked down at Ren Yinyang who was retracting his fingers. "I have said everything I should say. It was unintentional. My sword-controlling skills were taught by my master. I don't know anyone from your sect... But..."
The words were drawn out, and Sui An blinked at the other party and lowered his voice.
"You want the sword-controlling technique, that's not impossible. Why don't we do a business?"
Ren Yinyang twisted the blood on his fingertips, looked up at him, and narrowed his eyes: "This sword technique originally belonged to my Canglan Sword School, it is only right for me to take it back, hehe... However, I also want to hear what you are talking about. "
"Of course he let me go. Then, after asking my master, he agreed to teach you the sword-controlling technique."
Over there, listening to Li Sui'an's deal, Ren Yinyang, who was walking with his hands behind his back, pursed his lips, looked at the swaying oil lamp on the table, stopped, turned his head, and his eyes became fierce.
"You think I'm a three-year-old child?!"
He raised his hand and thrust a finger into Li Sui'an's thigh, tearing the cloth and leaving a bloody hole in the flesh. The young man screamed in pain.
"Even though the deal failed, I still have my loyalty and justice. Why would I resort to violence?"
Ignoring Li Sui'an's cries of pain, Ren Yinyang turned around and left with his hands behind his back, and ordered the disciples guarding the door: "Watch him carefully. Tomorrow morning, take him outside and torture him, and then lock him up in the Demon Suppression Cave!"
Immediately, he led the two old men away.
The night was deep, the moonlight gradually disappeared into the clouds, a faint light appeared in the east, and the sect located in the mountains gradually became noisy. A dozen disciples gathered in the square, looking at a figure with his scapula and qi sea locked being pulled out of a wooden building in the distance, and they could not help but talk in low voices.
"This is the pervert who peeped at my junior sister taking a bath."
"I heard from my senior brother that this guy will be punished and locked up in the Demon Suppression Cave. What is in that Demon Suppression Cave?"
"Hey, you don't know? I heard that the place is full of evil spirits. My sect adheres to the principles of heaven and earth, so we guard here. I heard that people infected by the evil spirits will lose all their cultivation and become like dry bones, but they cannot die and will be tortured forever."
“Wouldn’t that be a bit cruel?”
"Then my sister will marry you in the future... Besides you, there is only one person in the world who has seen her body..."
"Uh... that's a bit light for me."
The sky brightened, the morning sun penetrated the mountain mist, pushing the darkness over the mountain gate and pavilions. Ren Yinyang walked out of the room, stood in front of the fence, looked at the punishment platform, thought of the deal that the young man had talked about with him yesterday, and anger burned in his heart.
… If you can take back what belongs to us, I will kill you.
Looking at the figure being taken to the execution platform, for some reason, I felt vaguely uneasy in my heart, as if someone had been forgotten.
"Hmph, no matter what kind of anxiety you have, as long as you dare to come to my Canglan Mountain, I will take it all!"
As a practitioner, Ren Yinyang was magnanimous and confident. After looking for a while and seeing that the time was almost up, he turned around and walked towards the wooden ladder.
…
The sun rose above the clouds, shining down on the dense forest, casting spots of light on a pond. Amid the chirping of cicadas around, Lu Liangsheng stood by the pond and retracted his gaze, looking at the undulating foothills outside the gap in the forest.
On the side, Shelong whispered: "National Master, this is it."
Lu Liangsheng hummed, and walked to the edge of the forest with his hands behind his back. His vision became wider, and the lush green fields in front of him were reflected in his eyes. "It's impossible for a woman to go far away from the base and take a bath in a deserted place. The sect must be nearby."
He closed his eyes slightly, as if sensing something, and after a moment, he opened his eyes and whispered:
"Walk."
Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the woods, and a flock of startled birds flapped their wings and rushed into the sky. Soon, the forest returned to silence, and the passing wind carried the group to a nearby hillside.
The wind stopped, and the hair fell to the shoulders. Lu Liangsheng glanced at the four scholars and said, "You wait here for me." Then he took Shelong and Laolu and walked up to a cliff. The scene in front of them suddenly unfolded in their eyes. Facing the mountain on this side, they could see several wooden buildings covering the woods. In the spacious square, a group of people gathered there, and they didn't know what they were going to do.
The scholar standing on the edge of the cliff had eyesight that was very poor for ordinary people. The scene in the distance seemed to be magnified little by little in his eyes. Suddenly, he uttered a name softly.
'Whatever...'
In the Canglan Mountain Sword Sect, the young man who was dragged over by an iron chain was put on a wooden stake. Ren Yinyang, who came downstairs, bowed to his senior brother who came out after hearing the news.
Ignoring the other party's obstruction and with the help of the two elders who were persuaded by him, he didn't care about the leader at all and walked straight to the execution platform.
"Whether you tell it or not, once you enter the Demon-Suppressing Cave, you will be unable to bear it and will write down the sword-controlling technique."
Ren Yinyang looked back with his hands behind his back at his head brother who was standing in front of the building, then turned back and snorted coldly.
"No one can save you."
"Junior brother, no!"
Wei Huang shouted and walked over, but was stopped by two elders of the sect. Ren Yinyangli on the other side ignored him, lowered his hands, and his fingers changed rapidly. He pinched out a spell and pointed to the sky.
Boom—
The bright sunshine suddenly dimmed, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed. Li Sui'an was frightened by this scene. He knew a little about thunder magic. His senior brother Yuwen Tuo learned the indigo thunder method from his master, and that old donkey also knew the art of attracting thunder. It was no joke if it hit you. If you were not careful, your cultivation might be destroyed.
Boom!
The thunder became more and more frequent. Li Sui'an couldn't help but close his eyes, and kept calling "Master" in his heart. However, the frequent thunder suddenly became smaller. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, and the dark clouds dispersed.
What's going on
What's going on
While Li Sui'an was thinking, Ren Yinyang was also stunned for a moment, and even the disciples, the sect leader, and the elders around him were stunned.
"Why is Uncle Ren's Thunder Sword technique not working?"
"Could it be that the Thunder God is not on duty today?" "Who knows, maybe he went to play with the Lightning Goddess."
Amidst the whispers, Ren Yinyang, who was standing under the execution platform, looked at the spell with suspicion, then made a new one, gathered his magical power and pointed to the sky. Dark clouds mixed with thunder rolled in again, but in less than a moment, they dispersed again, revealing the bright sunshine.
Wei Huang, who was blocked by the two old men, frowned, as if he saw something was going on. He took a step forward, raised his hands, clasped his fists together, and bowed to all directions.
"I don't know which master is here, please don't tease my junior brother."
The voice spread far away. On the cliff on the side, the sound of the wind carried Zhongzheng's words. The scholar sitting on the edge of the cliff slowly stood up and looked at the sect below. His voice was flat and indifferent.
"Our national master is here to pick up our disciple Li Sui'an. If you want to stop me, I will tear down your mountain gate."
Taoist Toad sat on a shady stone, glanced at the figure with his back to him, blew on the tea in his hand, took a sip with satisfaction, and exhaled comfortably.
"As expected, this disciple of mine still follows me."