Zi'an tried to go in, but he didn't know where to start.
She took a few steps back, trying to see more clearly. However, when she took a few steps back, she saw that there was only a small hill planted with bamboo trees. There was no Dragon King Temple at all. Instead, the small hill on her left had turned into a straight road.
How can this be
"Seventh Brother!" she shouted again.
Then a man walked out of the bamboo forest. It was Murong Jie with a big smile on his face. "Is it possible that we can't get in? This formation is actually a trick... How could this be?"
When he turned around, he suddenly stopped talking and looked surprised.
"What's wrong?" Zi'an saw that he suddenly became strange, "Is there any loophole?"
Murong Jie rubbed his eyes in a silly way, reached out to touch the bamboos, and looked around with a look of shock on his face, "What's going on?"
"Is the formation wrong?" Zi'an asked worriedly. She had never heard him say that he knew formations before, so she thought that even if he understood it, he only knew the basics and could not set up a real formation.
"Zi'an, have you seen the Dragon King Temple?" Murong Jie turned and asked her.
Zi'an shook his head. "I can't see it. It's just a row of bamboo forests and rocks. Where is the Dragon King Temple? Can you see it?"
"I can't see it either." Murong Jie found it unbelievable. Could it be that his formation was set up to perfection
He held Zi'an's hand and slowly walked into the bamboo forest. There were many vines under their feet, and they had to be careful to avoid them.
"Oh my God, there's a snake!" Zi'an was shocked.
Murong Jie looked and saw that there were indeed densely packed green bamboo snakes hanging on the bamboo forest. They were as big as chopsticks and if you didn't look closely, you would think they were bamboo leaves.
Murong Jie hurriedly pulled her in quickly, and the steps he took were according to his own formation, so they were able to enter safely.
After entering, looking outside, it was still the formation he had set up. I could see the road outside, and there were still hills and groves on the left.
Zi'an saw his shocked expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"What a ghost!" Murong Jie muttered.
He pointed outside and said, "I have set up this formation before. It is very simple. At most, it blocks the road and confuses the sight. If you have never tried it, you cannot see everything inside the formation from outside."
Zi'an was secretly surprised, "What's going on? We really can't see the Dragon King Temple from outside."
Murong Jie thought it was impossible. He went in and out and looked several times, and it was indeed like that.
The two men looked at each other, then returned to the Dragon King Temple and sat on the straw mat. Zi'an looked up in confusion, only to see something flash in the flying dragon's eyes.
She rubbed her eyes, but there was nothing. She couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart. She became more and more suspicious.
There were chaotic footsteps outside. Murong Jie's eyes flashed. He held down Zi'an and tiptoed to the door. He saw dozens of people dressed as servants passing by the Dragon King Temple. Among them was a man dressed in silk. Even if he turned into ashes, he would be recognized by him.
His good brother.
Murong Jie's eyes suddenly showed murderous intent. He stretched out his hand and the scar rope flew up and quickly wrapped around his wrist.
As soon as those people discovered him, he rushed out immediately.
However, those people seemed unable to see them, and did not even find the Dragon King Temple. They just kept walking to the left.
However, one or two of them looked around in confusion, then stepped forward and said to Prince Nan Huai: "I remember that the Dragon King Temple is nearby."
"Then why is it gone?" King Nan Huai stopped and looked around. He always felt that there was an evil aura here, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Maybe, maybe it's in front." said the man.
King Nan Huai raised his hand and said, "Leave three people here, and the rest follow me forward."
Three people stayed and wandered around. One of them stood in front of the bamboo forest and wanted to go in. Someone behind him quickly pulled his shoulder and said, "Are you crazy? Didn't you see those poisonous snakes?"
The man looked up and turned pale. He stepped back quickly and collapsed to the ground. "Oh my God, why are there so many poisonous snakes?"
"Maybe it rained heavily, so they all ran out."
"It's strange. The heavy rain lasted for two days, but there was no flooding anywhere. Even the water level at the dock didn't rise. Logically, the water level of the inland river would rise very quickly during heavy rain, because water from everywhere would flow to the inland river."
"Yes, this heavy rain has been going on for two days, but it seems like it has never rained at all." another person added.
Zi'an and Murong Jie looked at each other. In fact, they had also discovered this problem. With such heavy rain for two days, not to mention the collapse of the mountain, the problem of soft soil would always arise. However, when they went out for a walk before, they found that apart from some yellow mud on the road, there was almost no trace of heavy rain. To put it bluntly, not even a blade of grass was hit.
This Qingzhou Prefecture is so strange.
Because the enemy didn't notice them, both of them felt relieved.
It’s best to avoid it, because Lao Qi’s injuries are quite serious now. If a fight really breaks out, there will be no chance of winning.
All these strange things made Zian ask: "How did this Scarlett come back?"
Murong Jie untied the scar rope and said, "I heard from Aunt Ah She before that the scar rope is spiritual and recognizes its master."
"Recognize the master, by what?"
"It should be blood, the master's blood."
Zi'an thought for a moment, "When my forehead was injured and bleeding, I heard some wind sounds in my ears. Now that I think about it, it might be the sound of Scar Cable flying. It communicates with my mind."
"Yes, it's possible." Murong Jie lifted her hair and checked the wound, feeling distressed and angry. "Does it still hurt?"
Zi'an shook his head, "Much better."
"I'm sorry!" Murong Jie said guiltily.
Zi'an held his hand and whispered, "Don't keep saying these things. I wasn't careful enough. I should have been alert when I saw Shangqiu."
She thought of Lingli and couldn't help but said worriedly, "I don't know what happened to Lingli. She came down the mountain with me, but Shangqiu only took me away."
"It should be fine. The old prince is on Hanshan Mountain." Murong Jie comforted.
Zi'an recalled the situation at that time and said, "Shangqiu is actually a capable person who knows everything. It's a pity that he followed the wrong master."
"He was originally a Taoist monk, proficient in medicine, divination and astrology. I remember that our ancestors also said that he was very intelligent. Our ancestors all knew him, which shows that he was very famous. If such a person is used by righteous people, he will definitely benefit the people."
Murong Jie admired talented people. Although he hated Shangqiu, he also felt pity for him.
"It was Shangqiu who secretly gave the needle back to me, which enabled me to have the basic ability to protect myself," said Zi'an.
As she said this, she had a strange feeling in her heart.
"Will Shangqiu be killed?" Zi'an asked.
Murong Jie nodded, "Yes, from what I know about Lao Ba, he will not tolerate anyone betraying him. The fate of betraying him is death."
(End of this chapter)