"Master, you are back." Yun Ziyue held a bamboo basket in her hands and raised her head from a sea of hibiscus flowers.
In three years, she has grown into a graceful and graceful figure. Her youthfulness is no longer the same, and her jade-like face has become more and more beautiful.
"What are you doing?" Ling Mo looked at her, his cold spring-like eyes filled with flowers and her smile.
"I want to pick some hibiscus flowers and make hibiscus cake for Master tonight."
In three years, Yun Ziyue's cooking skills have been completely honed, and she can do whatever she wants.
"Come here, I have something to tell you."
Yun Ziyue responded and quickly walked to his side. As soon as she got closer, Ling Mo could smell the faint fragrance of hibiscus flowers on her body.
The aroma lingered on the tip of his nose. Ling Mo subconsciously took a step back and breathed lightly.
"Do you want to go down the mountain today?"
"Going down the mountain?" Yun Ziyue was stunned.
In the past three years, she has never stepped out of the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate, and has almost forgotten what the world is like at the foot of the mountain.
"Just now, the sect master received news that a demonic attack suddenly occurred in Yecheng last night, killing and injuring many people. The sect master plans to send a group of disciples to find out the situation and quell the chaos."
I thought I was going down the mountain to play, but after listening to Ling Mo's words, the smile in Yun Ziyue's eyes gradually disappeared.
Three years later, what was supposed to happen finally happened.
"Master, I want to go down the mountain to Yecheng."
Ling Mo looked at her and said in a complicated tone, "The sect leader originally intended to send the new disciples there, which can be regarded as a training for you who have been practicing for so long. It's just..."
"Master, there is no need to worry about me." Yun Ziyue understood his concerns, "Although I cannot practice, my disciple has gained a lot of skills in the past three years. Master, don't you still believe me?"
"That's fine. In that case, go ahead and prepare. I'm afraid it will take some time to go down the mountain this time."
Half an hour later, the disciples who went to Yecheng gathered in front of Lingyun Sect Mountain Gate.
Yun Ziyue simply packed her things and looked back at her master with a smile before leaving.
"Master, wait for me to come back and make hibiscus cakes for you."
When she saw Jiang Ranchen, Shen Xu, and Lin Qingwu in front of the mountain gate, Yun Ziyue realized that they were the only four new direct disciples coming down the mountain this time.
"Junior sister Yun is here, let's set off now." Jiang Ranchen nodded slightly at Yun Xianyue, his young and handsome face was now sharp and angular, becoming more and more extraordinary.
"I heard from Master that Yecheng is hundreds of miles away from Lingyun Sect. How do we get there?" Yun Ziyue asked.
Jiang Ranchen glanced at her and said, "Use the sword."
Yun Ziyue's face fell instantly, "Ah, I don't know how, please help me, Senior Brother Shen."
In the past three years, except for her, all the new disciples had already established foundations one after another, and after building foundations, they learned the art of flying with swords.
Shen Xu looked at her pitiful look and smiled fondly, "Okay, I'll take you."
Jiang Ranchen's eyes darkened slightly as he watched the interaction between the two of them.
I don’t know since when, the relationship between Yun Ziyue and Shen Xu became more and more familiar. She was like a child who had not grown up in front of Shen Xu and could do whatever she wanted.
And often when facing herself, she is always courteous and courteous, kind but not close.
At this moment, her first choice is always Shen Xu.
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After more than half the schedule, the four of them arrived in Yecheng.
After entering the city gate, there were still people coming and going on the streets, but the atmosphere was much lower than usual.
After asking people in the city, they learned that the people who were injured by the evil spirits last night were placed in Baicao Hall, so they decided to go there to check first.
Baicaotang is the largest medical clinic in Yecheng. After learning the purpose of their visit, the staff from the medical clinic quickly took them to the backyard.
"Director, several immortal kings have arrived and want to see the people who were injured last night."
Hearing this, the curator who was grabbing the medicine immediately handed over the matter at hand to an apprentice and hurriedly walked out.
"I wonder where these immortal kings came from." The curator is a man in his fifties, wearing a simple gray cloth. He bowed to several people before he asked.
"We are disciples of the Lingyun Sect. We were sent by the sect to deal with the evil in Yecheng." Jiang Ranchen explained.
"It turns out it's the Immortal Lord of Lingyun Sect. I'm disrespectful." The curator said politely and then got down to the topic, "I want to see the people who were injured last night. Please come with me."
The curator took them into a room nearby. This room was very large, with ten or twenty beds, and an injured person was lying on each bed.
"These are all people who were injured by evil spirits last night. There are nineteen of them in total. Two of them were seriously injured and are still unconscious."
"Can the curator take us to see those two people?" Jiang Ranchen said.
The curator nodded and led them to the two innermost beds.
"That's the two of them. Both of them were injured in the chest. I have stopped their bleeding. But you can see that their faces are black and blue, as if they have been poisoned. But I have checked all the classics and I don't know what happened.
How should this situation be treated?”
Jiang Ranchen stepped forward and looked at their wounds and eyes respectively, and became convinced.
"This person's face is blue and black, because he has been poisoned by corpse poison. The other person's face is blue and purple, because there is evil spirit entering his body."
"Then according to Xianjun, how should these two people be treated?" the curator asked with a worried look on his face.
Jiang Ranchen glanced at Lin Qingwu, who nodded, took out a medicine bottle from the Qiankun bag, and poured out two snow-white pills.
"The two of them are infected with corpse poison and demonic aura, so they cannot be treated with ordinary herbal medicines. These two pills are made from spiritual herbs. If they are eaten, they can remove the remaining poisonous aura from their bodies."
With that said, Lin Qingwu handed the two pills to the curator, who hurriedly fed them both.
Soon, the expressions of the two people gradually recovered, and their heavy and turbid breathing seemed to become much smoother.
"It's useful, it's really useful." The curator was excited.
"Director, excluding these injured people, how many people have died?" Jiang Ranchen asked.
The curator sighed, "Four people died, and their bodies are still in Yizhuang."
Jiang Ranchen nodded, "Can you tell us more about what happened last night?"
"Actually, I didn't see any evil spirits harming anyone last night. But according to everyone's stories, it was supposed that evil spirits suddenly appeared after early morning last night, but those things disappeared at dawn."
"During the day, we checked and found no other abnormalities except these dead and injured people."
After listening to the curator's words, Jiang Ranchen analyzed: "I think these evil spirits only appear at night."
"Then will those things come again tonight?" the curator asked with fear.
"It's hard to say, but don't worry, curator, we will set up a barrier in the city later. Once there is an evil spirit breaking in, we will know it immediately and will never let these things harm innocent people again."
