Xia Qingluan is not unfamiliar with Kunyu Mountain. This mountain is located in Qilu. It has always been known as the ancestor of the fairy mountain. It stands tall and steeps in the sky. The mountains are filled with smoke and smog, which is quite a beautiful scenery of the fairyland on earth. But I have never heard of this mountain.
There is also a Dragon Pool in Blood Prison, and I don’t know what the dragon core fruit is. But if it can remove the purple sleeves, she is willing to try it even if it is a sea of swords and fire.
She will treat people who are good to her with her life.
"Do you know the specific path to the Blood Prison Dragon Pool?" Xia Qingluan couldn't wait. Zi Xiu was terminally ill, and one day later was one day of danger.
"These are also what I have seen in an ancient book recently. Don't believe it. Besides, the Kunyu Mountain area is not the sphere of influence of Poyue Pavilion. The mountains are high and the waters are dangerous. If the girl Hongxian has a short and small, how can I explain to the Pavilion Master...
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"You don't have to worry about this," Xia Qingluan's eyes firmly, "Just tell me how to get the Loongson Fruit."
Everything was expected. Yun Yi looked down and smiled quietly.
Kunyu Mountain, Blood Prison Dragon Pond, Dragon Core, these are all true, but even if Hongxian tried his best to get Dragon Core, he could not save the purple sleeves that had chronic diseases everywhere. That thing is a holy grass for regulating the care.
If you take care of the vicious vein before it breaks, there may be a glimmer of hope. Now it is too late to do anything. There is only one way to die for the graceful woman in purple clothes.
The design allows Hongxian to go to the Blood Prison Dragon Pond to have other purposes, so this scene will continue.
Seeing Yun Yirong bit her lip and hesitate, her hands were tugging together nervously, but she refused to say anything. Xia Qingluan saw it in her eyes and was anxious, and her tone couldn't help but feel a little heavier: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
, I don’t have time to hesitate for you anymore.”
"Time, I'm afraid I can't wait for the Pavilion Master and Sister Zi Xiu to come back."
"How do you say this?"
"According to the pharmacopoeia, the time it takes for the longest to pick the dragon core fruit is very short, once every six months, once every three days." According to the statement given by Linghe, Yun Yifeng was repeated to Xia Qingluan without falling a word.
"There are three days before and after the full moon in the twelfth lunar month and June every year. Only in these three days will the dragon core fruit be exposed from the Blood Prison Dragon Pool. If it is not timely picked, it will sink to the bottom of the pool again, and in the pool
Water is transformed by the legendary evil spirits. It is very evil. If it is contaminated, it will be entangled by evil ghosts and will never be removed."
Perhaps ordinary people will not believe these strange rumors, but Xia Qingluan grew up under the knees of the old man since she was young. Many of the things she saw were strange powers and gods that people did not believe or even abandoned, even though they did not believe in the sayings of ghosts.
, but it will not deny that there are some things that transcend the conventional principles.
And these are the soul-guiding searches of Santuchuan, which lured her step by step into the endless disaster.
After pondering for a moment, the embarrassment filled my eyebrows.
Now is the season when the dragon core fruit floats on the pond in June. There will be seven more days on the full moon night. In other words, within eight days, you must arrive at the Kunyu Mountain Blood Prison Dragon Pond to pick the dragon core fruit, otherwise you can only
There will be a next chance after half a year, and Zi Xiu's body may not last that long. But Wei Moyan is not in the pavilion, and only she, Shen Yuqing and Hua Yu, who can guard this place, are extremely dangerous. If she leaves too
, then the empty internal Poyue Pavilion is likely to overturn after many hostile joint attacks.
Xia Qingluan's hesitation made Yun Yirong anxious as if she was beating a drum. If she didn't go, all the ambush she had set up wasted.
"It's fine. Anyway, I have nothing to do in the Cheng Mansion. I will let me go to Kunyu Mountain after I explain to my father tomorrow. Wouldn't it be best if I can bring the Longxin Fruit back smoothly?" After saying that, I was worried that it would not be enough to win the letter. , the slim hand is quietly placed on the raised abdomen, Yun Yirong's eyes are full of attachment, and it looks particularly peaceful, "If there is anything unexpected on the way, I would like to ask Miss Hongxian to remember my mother and son in the affection of her husband. The two took them back to Lanling, Yi Rongsheng was from the Cheng family. He died and wanted to meet his husband as the Cheng family's wife."
The last softness in her heart was touched again. Xiao Bai was the knot she couldn't let go of in her life. The death of her younger brother made Xia Qingluan deeply fall into self-blame. How could she watch the first mother and sister-in-law and the Xiao family last. The bloodline was cut off? What's more, she should have done this. She owed too much Zi Xiu's affection, so she should have done something for the gentle and kind woman.
"Miss Yun," she could not shake it anymore. She didn't want to miss the only chance because of her hesitation. Her eyes had some other brilliance in front of Yun Yiying for the first time, and her tone was determined: "What you know about Longxin Let me tell you everything about it, and I will set off right away.”
"I am grateful for my kindness, and my clothes are inconvenient. I will give you a cup of Hongxian Girl with tea instead of wine. Sister Zixiu is asked to you for her illness." He lifted up the teapot on the table and tilted it. Guangxiu gently covered the bitter cold tea in the cup. Drink it all in one go, cover the cup without leaving any drops of water.
"No need to see you like this. If your sisters are like this, it's such a blessing for the Master Zixiu." Yun Yirong's words and deeds made Xia Qingluan sigh. Sisters who were not at all related to blood can be deeply in love, reminding her of being sent to her. The boy who walked away from the disputes in the world.
Slaughter.
Is it okay for him to be invisible in the distance?
When Chen Yuqing arrived, only a young woman in an apricot shirt and peach skirt was left in the simple and almost boring room, standing in front of the window, looking at the distant mountains and deep waters from afar.
"Where is the master of Hongxian Hall?" The deputy master of Tianshi Hall, with a gloomy face, turned his head and whispered to the young chief guarding in front of the door.
"Go to see my husband." Yun Yirong interrupted Shao Cheng who was about to answer with a faint smile, "Next month I will give birth to the only bloodline of the Xiao family. She will tell her husband so that he can protect my mother and son if he knows what he wants to do. Peace. Master Chen, your suspicion is too much."
Shao Cheng also nodded slightly beside him. Just now, Hong Xian went out with expressionless face and rode his horse straight towards the opposite mountain, as if he was paying homage to his family.
With a cold snorting, Chen Yuqing didn't even want to take a look at him. He issued an order to expel guests without regard for his old love: "Send the doctor back to the mansion. In the future, no irrelevant people are allowed to enter the cabinet without the permission of the Pavilion Master."
Cutting off all the paths she had to contact with Hongxian would at least have more security.
But Chen Yuqing would never have thought that the net of heaven and earth woven for Xia Qingluan had been laid. When he tried to block the disaster from the source, the figure of Leng Su had already stepped onto the conspiracy and The road to revenge.
Revenge belongs to Yun Yirong.
After leaving Poyue Pavilion, there was a carriage waiting on the side of the road. Yun Yirong waved her hand and wanted to walk on the journey alone. The coachman drove the car behind her from afar.
The abdomen is high and has been pregnant for nearly nine months, and it is difficult to walk.
But it doesn't matter. Even if this child is gone, it doesn't matter. He has never been expected to be born in this world. Who cares about life and death? Even his mother doesn't want him. She is obviously young but full of wind and frost. There was a sneer on his face and his fingers gently slid across the rough tree trunk on the roadside.
Xiao Bai, how great it would be if this child was yours, at least there is someone in the world who makes me love and cherish it, and I will never...