Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea.

Thousands of miles into the sea, the mist is as vast as water, the mountains are crashing on the shore, and the mountains are filled with rocks.

Deep in Liubo Mountain, there is a long mountain stream. In the mountain stream, there is a beautiful palace complex, hidden in the vast light mist.

Towers, jade chambers, palaces and pavilions can be seen everywhere; small bridges, flowing water, and lotus ponds embrace the moon and welcome the sun, and they complement each other beautifully. In the meantime, you can occasionally see cranes leisurely spreading their wings, and animals that look like sika deer running, but they do not damage any of the palace buildings.

This place is Xiaoyao Stream.

That is where the general rudder of the Acacia sect is located.

Among the four major sects of magic, the Hehuan sect is famous for its charm and dual cultivation techniques. Everyone regards the disciples of the Hehuan sect as demons, but they also have an inexplicable feeling for them.

The Hehuan sect follows the path of weirdness and charm. There are many beautiful women in the sect, but there are also many handsome men. Regardless of men and women, they like to make friends with the opposite sex, so as to collect their essence and improve their cultivation.

"Little Comb, hurry up! Otherwise, the great monk will hide back in the thatched cottage again!"

A girl in goose-yellow clothes was running on the stone path between the halls, turning her head from time to time to urge another beautiful woman behind her.

The girl is about seven or eight years old, with a pair of sparkling eyes that reveal the cunningness of an elf on her childish little face, her eyebrows are slightly raised, and she has a slightly foxy aura.

Behind her, the beautiful woman in her prime was following her leisurely, muttering complaints.

"Miss, you better listen to the door owner and don't always run around outside the island!

Not long ago, Kui Niu appeared in Liubo Mountain, and there was a battle between the good and the evil here. There may be some righteous cultivators staying here. If we meet them..."

Before she could finish her words, the running girl stopped suddenly, turned around and glared at her with her hands on her hips.

"Hmph! Master followed the Ghost King Sect, Wandu Sect, and Changsheng Hall to attack Qingyun Mountain, but his wrist was broken by the righteous Lao Shizi's "Zhuxian Sword Formation".

I, Jin Ping'er, must avenge this revenge!"

Listen to this——

The girl in goose-yellow clothes is Jin Ping'er, the disciple of Fairy Sanmiao, the leader of the Hehuan sect.

"Miss, revenge should belong to the senior sisters in the sect. You are still young, so don't cause trouble!" the beautiful woman continued to persuade.

"You're still young? Haha, then I also caught three righteous practitioners? Just take it out on them!"

Jin Ping'er waved her pink fist and her words were full of pride.

"Miss? We just trapped the white-robed monk? We didn't dare to go in and catch him. The sect master is in seclusion to heal his wounds? The other elders want to hide it? There is no way to take action..."

"Little comb? I want you to take care of it!"

Oh~~~I understand? You have fallen in love with the handsome monk from Tianyin Temple!

Shame! Shame! Shame!”

Jin Ping'er scratched her nose and loudly mocked this fellow senior sister who was called "Little Comb".

The beautiful woman suddenly blushed? She forgot to answer the phone for a moment.

Although she is Jin Ping'er's senior sister of the same generation, she does not have a master to teach her, so her status is naturally low.

At this moment, a red shadow fell from the sky and stopped steadily right in front of the stone path.

As the red light faded, Jin Chai'er appeared in front of the two of them with a smile.

"Hey~~ Who is making my little sister angry? Junior sister Shu'er, I haven't seen you for two years, but you are becoming more and more beautiful."

While speaking, he also gave a slight bow to the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman quickly returned the gift: "Lan Shu'er has met Miss Chai'er!"

After returning the gift, she caught a glimpse of Jin Chai'er's attire and was immediately shocked.

"What's wrong with you?"

No wonder she was surprised.

At this moment, Jin Chai'er was still wearing a bellyband and underpants with blood stains still attached to them, even though the blood stains had dried up.

Jin Ping'er also heard the voice coming from behind, and immediately turned around happily, but then saw the blood all over her body.

"Sister, you, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I was injured by two guys from the Qingyun Sect. What did you just say, and what happened to the 'handsome monk from Tianyin Temple'?"

Jin Chai'er waved her hands and asked.

Hearing this, Jin Ping'er's pretty face rose up with pride, and she replied crisply: "A few senior sisters and I went to the nearby Luding Island to play, and happened to meet three righteous outsiders, so we led them into the trapped deer formation.

"

Lan Shuer also interjected: "He is a handsome monk, and the other two are also Buddhists!"

"Trapped Deer Formation? That's no problem!

You go first, and after you report it to Master, I will go and take a look!"

Jin Chai'er raised her eyes and glanced at the Bixiao Palace in the distance, and replied with a smile.

After hearing what the two said, she became interested.

However, when returning to the sect for the first time, it is also a must-see etiquette to meet the master.

Jin Ping'er and Lan Shu'er nodded.

Especially for Jin Ping'er, with her sister's words, her going out became a matter of course, without having to listen to the nagging and obstruction of other senior sisters.

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The island that Du Bishu and his two men saw was Luding Island.

The cry for help that was heard also came from the sparse woods on the island.

The two of them thought about it for a while and decided to go over and take a look.

They sacrificed their respective fairy swords and rose into the sky.

About half an hour passed.

As two streams of light, one silver and one purple, fell to the ground and converged, Du Bishu and Zeng Shushu stepped on the beach of Luding Island.

This island is about seven or eight miles in radius, and it occupies a relatively small area.

Except for the hundred-foot-wide beach along the coast, the island is covered with sparse woods and low hills, which are difficult to see clearly at a glance. There are not many hills, only three. When viewed from a high place, they appear to be clustered together in a Zigzag shape.

The faint cry for help came from the middle of the three hills.

Du and Zeng moved forward along the mountain col, one after the other, following the sound and getting closer, while dividing their work to be alert to the movements in front, behind, and left.

Move forward, keep moving forward.

Except for the loose rocks and solitary old trees along the road, there were no living creatures in sight, as if they had left this place of trouble long ago.

"Help!"

The sound is clearer.

In fact, both of them could hear the weakness and powerlessness hidden in it.

Is this person injured?

What’s more, it’s a man’s voice that sounds loud and angry?

The two looked at each other in tacit understanding and walked slower and slower.

This island is close to the headquarters of the Acacia sect, and who can guarantee that this place is not one of their lairs.

"Help!"

After walking for more than a mile, Du and Zeng finally found the source of the sound.

In other words, it is a cry for help.

He was a strong young man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square face and broad ears. His body should be quite tall. Even if he was sitting curled up behind a boulder, he would still be taller than an ordinary person.

He was indeed "curled up" and his body kept shaking, as if he was struggling to suppress the pain he was suffering.

His legs were stained with sticky blood, and a sweet fishy smell wafted in the wind.

His thick lower lip was bitten by his teeth, and bright red blood kept coming out. Every once in a while, he would grit his teeth and squeeze out the word "weak".

"Help!"

Huh?

Why do you look familiar?

Du Bishu was stunned, and slowly approached with the mountain and river fan, hoping to see more clearly.

The face is not unfamiliar, but it is not familiar either. I may have seen him briefly somewhere.

Next to the young strong man, there was also a golden mace, which was dull in color and smeared ugly with blood.

Golden mace?

Break the evil!

Du Bishu finally remembered where he had seen this young man.

In the Shenxian Temple in Xiaochi Town, he and the Zhou family's ancestors and grandsons had all seen the face of a strong man, but it was just a clay statue worshiped by others.
To be continued...