The old woman held a sachet in her hand and handed it to Huang Miaoqing: "Miss, you dropped something."
Huang Miaoqing looked down and realized that the sachet on her waist was missing.
Huang Miaoqing smiled and reached out to take it: "Thank you, grandma."
Left with Feng Wanting.
That night, Huang Miaoqing saw a woman in red standing at the head of her bed and breathing into her in her dream.
Huang Miaoqing wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move as if she were pressed against the bed. The breath came out of her mouth and nose and was sucked away by the woman.
The next morning, Huang Miaoqing woke up, her limbs were sore, her brain was groggy, and she felt even more tired than if she hadn't slept.
Feng Wanting entered the room and saw Huang Miaoqing sitting by the bed, her eyes dull, and she hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, Miss?"
Huang Miaoqing frowned: "I seem to have been sucked in yang energy."
Feng Wanting heard this and smiled: "What are you talking about, Miss?"
Huang Miaoqing sat up straight: "I'm serious, last night I dreamed of a woman in red clothes, sitting on the bedside, taking away my breath."
Feng Wanting said: "It's just a dream. Miss, you don't need to take it seriously."
Huang Miaoqing said: "But I felt very tired when I woke up this morning."
Feng Wanting blinked: "How about we go to Huailin Mountain to see Taoist Yang after dinner?"
Huang Miaoqing nodded.
After dinner, Huang Miaoqing and Feng Wanting went up to Huailin Mountain.
The disciples of Shoushan came to see them: "Why do you two young ladies come to our Jihua Sect?"
Huang Miaoqing said: "I suspect that I have been caught by something unclean, and I want to come to see your Taoist Master Yang to have a look."
Disciple Shoushan nodded: "You two ladies, please come with me."
He took the person to the hall.
Yang Zhuhan and Meng Anqing came to see him.
Huang Miaoqing and Feng Wanting stood up and saluted: "I have met Taoist Yang."
Before Yang Zhuhan could return the gift, he immediately saw the sachet on Huang Miaoqing's body and asked, "Miss, where did this sachet come from?"
Huang Miaoqing was stunned, looked down and said, "I just bought it on the street."
Yang Zhuhan said: "Miss, can you bring it to me for a look?"
Huang Miaoqing took off the sachet and handed it to Yang Zhuhan.
Yang Zhuhan reached out and took it, frowned and looked at it for a while, then said: "Miss, this sachet of yours is not a good thing."
Huang Miaoqing blinked: "Really?
I carried it for a long time."
Yang Zhuhan said: "Miss, do you mind if I take it apart?"
Huang Miaoqing nodded: "You can take it apart."
Yang Zhuhan drew his sword, placed the sachet on the table, pierced it with the tip of his sword, and poured out a handful of paper ashes.
Meng Anqing frowned and said angrily: "Who sells such vicious things on the street?"
Yang Zhuhan asked Huang Miaoqing: "Miss, did you come up to the mountain because you encountered something unclean?"
Huang Miaoqing stared and nodded: "I dreamed of a woman in red clothes last night, sucking the breath out of my mouth."
Yang Zhuhan asked: "Miss, do you still remember where you bought this thing?
Can you take us to see it?"
Huang Miaoqing turned to look at Feng Wanting: "You bought it at the stall at the entrance of the alley, right?"
Feng Wanting nodded: "It's him, you still want to buy it for me, I said I still have it."
Huang Miaoqing said: "Okay, I will take you there."
Huang Miaoqing and Feng Wanting brought Yang Zhuhan, Meng Anqing, and Xu Ruizhu to Jicheng and found a stall selling sachets.
The style Huang Miaoqing bought has not been sold out yet.
Yang Zhuhan showed the punctured sachet to the stall owner: "You sell this sachet, right?"
The stall owner looked at Yang Zhuhan, then at the sachet, and said, "I do sell something like this, but other stores also sell it."
Meng Anqing pointed to the identical ones on the stall and said, "I'll buy another one."
The stall owner nodded: "Two taels of silver."
Meng Anqing bought one and stabbed it with his sword. Inside was some burned charcoal for incense.
The stall owner was puzzled: "Little Master, how come this good sachet has been opened?"
Yang Zhuhan asked the stall owner: "Who else sells something like this?"
The stall owner stretched his hand into the alley: "Go in, basically every house has it."
Yang Zhuhan and others entered the alley, where there were several stalls selling sachets and various gadgets, but none of them were tampered with.
Yang Zhuhan asked Huang Miaoqing: "Who has touched this sachet of yours?"
Huang Miaoqing suddenly remembered: "Yesterday during the day, Ting'er and I went to play on the street, and an old woman picked up this sachet and returned it to me."
Feng Wanting said: "Then you had a nightmare last night."
Yang Zhuhan and Meng Anqing looked at each other.
Yang Zhuhan asked: "Do you know this person?"
Huang Miaoqing and Feng Wanting both shook their heads.
Yang Zhuhan said: "It seems like someone wants to harm you."
Huang Miaoqing turned pale, crossed her arms and asked nervously: "Why?"
Yang Zhuhan said: "How about you stay with our Jihua sect for a few days, and maybe you will come to our door."
Huang Miaoqing turned to look at Feng Wanting and said, "I'll tell my parents when I get home."
Huang Miaoqing returned home and stayed at Jihua Sect with Feng Wanting in the evening.
In the middle of the night, a red light fell on Huailin Mountain, it was the woman in red last night.
Yang Zhuhan had already taken precautions and went out with his disciples, Huang Miaoqing and Feng Wanting.
Huang Miaoqing pointed at the woman and shouted: "She was the one I dreamed about last night!"
Yang Zhuhan asked solemnly: "Why did you want to harm Miss Huang?"
The woman looked at Huang Miaoqing bitterly: "Who made her young and beautiful?"
Meng Anqing shouted angrily: "What's wrong with being young and beautiful?"
The woman sneered: "Yes, everyone loves beauty. What's wrong with being young and beautiful?"
Yang Zhuhan threatened: "Stay away from Miss Huang, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
The woman glanced at Yang Zhuhan and others and said disdainfully: "Is it just you?"
Xu Ruizhu immediately took out the Xumi Needle and said, "You bastard, you are an evil person. You are so courageous. You dare to find me, sent by Jihua. Please tell me your name quickly and fight me!"
The woman drew out her sword: "That's Xu Shanyue from Changfengling!"
Fly to get it.
Xu Ruizhu greeted him with his sword raised, and he and Xu Shanyue were killed together.
The two swords were raised together and clashed for more than ten times. Xu Ruizhu was unable to defeat him and was defeated.
Xu Shanyue sheathed her sword and laughed: "It turns out that an upright disciple from a famous family can only do this."
Xu Rui Zhufen’s face was filled with anger: “Damn it!”
With a flick of his sleeve, the Sumeru needle shot towards Xu Shan's moon-faced door.
When Xu Shanyue saw it, she took off the wind-sweeping bottle from her waist and put away the Xumi needle.
Xu Ruizhu shook her body and stamped her feet: "Give me back the magic weapon!"
Xu Shanyue smiled and said, "If you have the ability, come and get it!"
Jia Jun drew his Wei Wen Sword and came forward: "Don't let evil be rampant. Jia Jun of Jihua Sect is here to see you!"
Xu Shanyue raised her sword and fought again. She and Jia Jun came to the same place and fought back and forth, moving around for twenty rounds.
Jia Jun couldn't get the slightest advantage and sacrificed the Futian bag.
Futianbao sent a beam of golden light towards Xu Shanyue.
Xu Shanyue raised the wind sweep bottle above her head and released a beam of red light.
Just hearing the sound of a bell, the red light dispersed the golden light and shone on the Futian Bag. The precious light immediately disappeared and had no effect.
Jia Jun grinned and cursed angrily: "You are evil!"