Although Lian Yi didn't know why the young master said that she needed to get ahead of another person in this matter, as long as the young master said it, she would naturally do her best to do it well.
Although he was puzzled at the moment, he didn't ask any more questions and just said: "Sir, what should we do next?"
Ling Jing gently pinched Lian Yi's cheek. In fact, he liked Lian Yi's gentle and pleasant character the most. After laughing twice, he revealed his future plans without any further concealment.
After hearing this, Lianyi's mouth opened slightly with a surprised expression on her face. She obviously couldn't understand why the young master knew so many things. Even if Xin Mi was the Jin Yiwei who monitored the world, he had never heard any information.
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"Young Master, is everything you said true?" Lian Yi asked with some surprise. If this matter were told by another person, she would definitely think that the other person was talking nonsense, but the Young Master just said it so seriously.
It's obviously not a joke.
"Of course." Ling Jing smiled and nodded. It is estimated that only a few people in today's world know about the fact that Ren Woxing was imprisoned by Dongfang Bubai. Even Xiang, who is the bright left envoy of the Sun and Moon God Sect.
Wentian also spent twelve years to find out the truth of the matter.
If this matter spreads in the world, it will definitely cause an uproar.
When Lian Yi heard this, she was still full of doubts in her heart, thinking about such a secret thing, which happened more than ten years ago, how did the young master know the inside story.
Regarding Lian Yi's doubts, Ling Jing just smiled faintly and did not continue to explain. He had traveled to this world, and his foresight was his greatest advantage. However, if he said it, it would inevitably be a bit shocking.
Even though Lian Yi is the person closest to him, it is better not to say anything about such almost miraculous things.
"Okay. It's time for us to set off." Ling Jing took a breath and looked eastward. His eyes were deep and dark. At this glance, he seemed to have passed through miles of mountains, rivers and jungles, and saw something very special.
Distant place.
Lian Yi nodded. Ling Jing smiled and pushed away a strand of black hair from her face, and the two of them walked eastward again.
As Ling Jing walked, his thoughts changed rapidly. Now that Lian Yi was by his side, this plan had a little more chance of success.
However, counting the time, by this time, Xiang Wentian should have thoroughly found out the truth about twelve years ago, but I wonder if he has betrayed the Sun Moon God Sect at this time.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown slightly. If Xiang Wentian hadn't turned against Mingjiao at this time, then he would have taken the advantage, because from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to cooperate with Xiang Wentian.
At the same time, I don't want this person to arrive at Meizhuang first and alert the enemy.
Because the current plot has changed drastically due to his arrival. Although the main line is still clear and is not much different from the direction of the plot that he knows, the biggest variable, Linghu Chong, has been killed by his own hands.
Without the "Dugu Nine Swords", Linghu Chong can only be regarded as a top player among the second-generation disciples in the world, and can no longer affect the development of the main plot in this world.
In this case, then Xiang Wentian in this world is destined to never meet Linghu Chong again, nor can he use Linghu Chong's swordsmanship to force the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" to fight with him. So, just by being alone, he can really make it happen.
Can Ren Wo Xing be successfully rescued by using the stratagem to hide the truth?
What Ling Jing is now afraid of is that Xiang Wentian will arrive at Meizhuang before he does. In that case, it will undoubtedly only serve as a warning, which will be very detrimental to his plan.
He knew all the mechanisms of West Lake Meizhuang. If he could arrive at Meizhuang before Xiang Wentian, he could use his foresight and the rifts within the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" to get the bottom of West Lake.
Slate is by no means too difficult.
However, before the two of them set off for Hangzhou, they still have to confirm Xiang Wentian's movements.
About half an hour later, the sky was getting darker and darker, and lone birds in the sky occasionally chirped "quack". Apart from that, there was not a single pedestrian on the road, and everything was silent.
After walking for several miles, Ling Jing and Lianyi passed through a pine forest, and a plain appeared in front of them.
There was not a single figure on the plain. The light was dim at this time. When the two people's sight fell more than ten feet away, they could no longer see anything else clearly. They could only see a hazy blur.
"Lianyi, let's go up and have a look." After Ling Jing said this, he walked straight into the plains.
Although he has changed many things now, he still cannot affect Xiang Wentian on Blackwood Cliff. If there is nothing wrong with his memory, in the original plot, after Xiang Wentian escaped from Blackwood Cliff,
He was once hunted down by many masters of good and evil, and he escaped all the way. A very crucial battle should have taken place here.
But in this world, whether this thing has happened or not is very important to him.
The two walked slowly into the plains. Ling Jing frowned and kept observing the surrounding environment. After Lian Yi looked around, he looked at Ling Jing's side face in confusion.
The two walked more than ten feet away, only to see many messy footprints on the ground, and deep scratches in some places. Occasionally, they could even see broken weapons scattered around, and the ground was stained with blood. It was obvious that they had been there.
A fierce battle took place here.
Ling Jing's heart sank. It seemed that he was already a step too late. Xiang Wentian had already defected from Heimu Cliff.
"Now I can only hope that Xiang Wentian's defection will not be too long away from now." He sighed, walked to a pool of blood, looked at it twice, then squatted down and dipped his fingers lightly in it.
"This blood stain is still slightly sticky. It looks like it was left in the last two or three days." He was slightly happy in his heart, and gently sniffed the blood stain on his finger with his nose. He became more and more sure, Xiang Wentian
The fierce battle with good and evil should have happened recently.
"Fortunately, it's not too late." Ling Jing stood up and wiped the blood on his hands. Xiang Wentian was being chased by masters of good and evil. It was not easy to get rid of these people.
As far as he knew, the people who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Xiang Wentian this time included many masters from Heimuya, as well as masters from Kunlun Sect, Emei Sect, Taishan Sect, Qingcheng Sect and many other famous sects. Although Xiang Wentian was not
The man's skills are extraordinary, and he has reached a vaguely super-class level, but if he wants to escape and escape, it will probably be impossible without a few days of effort.
"Now is the time to really race against time." Ling Jing glanced at the end of the plain and looked into the distance. It seemed that in the dim light, he had already seen a tall old man with a white beard, standing in the mountains.
Running wildly, with iron chains tied on his hands, shadows were blurred behind him, swords flashed, and the sounds of fighting continued.
"Lianyi, let's go!" Ling Jing paused for a moment, then turned around and walked toward the southeast. If he couldn't reach Meizhuang before Xiang Wentian, all his plans would probably be in vain.
"Huh?" Lian Yi asked and was startled. Seeing the young master turning around and leaving in a hurry, she didn't know what happened, but she still followed him quickly.
At the same time, in a deep mountain dozens of miles northeast of the plain, an old man in robes with disheveled hair and a white beard was galloping on the mountain road. He ran towards the depths of the mountains at lightning speed.
From time to time, he would turn around and angrily curse him with words like "his grandma" and "son of a bitch".
This old man is tall and has bright eyes. He can walk on the rugged and winding mountain road as if he were on flat ground. He can stride two to three feet in one step. It is obvious that he is extremely skilled in lightening his body.
He carried a bloody raw horse leg on his back, and the blood stained the shirt on his back. There were large blood stains on the corners of his mouth. There were iron shackles on each wrist, and iron chains were tied at both ends. He looked as if he had just left.
Just like a fugitive from prison.
Dozens of feet away behind the old man, a group of martial arts people in different costumes were chasing each other. There were at least seventy or eighty people in this group, including monks and Taoists, some who wielded swords, and some who held iron guns.
There are all kinds of strange weapons, and they are obviously not from the same sect.
"Xiang Wentian, surrender obediently, you can't run away!"
Suddenly, a shout came from the crowd, and then dozens of shadowy masters were seen performing Qing Kung, rushing towards Wentian to catch up.
"His grandma's, they're a bunch of bastards!" Xiang Wentian ran away and glanced back, only to see the ghosts of these people lingering on, chasing him closer and closer. Suddenly he cursed, raised his hands up, and then raised his hands with both hands.
When he made a mistake, the chain on his hand suddenly swung to the back of his head and rolled up the horse's leg on his back.
Xiang Wentian rolled up the horse's leg on his back, waved his hands, and threw the horse's leg into the deep stream. He glanced at the horse's leg in the air, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.
He had been chased into the mountains by these people for three days. It was difficult to find food in this barren mountain, and now that there were so many bastards chasing him, he had no time to look for other food.
Previously, he had relied solely on these horse legs weighing several dozen kilograms to satisfy his hunger, otherwise he would not have had the strength to contend with these bastards for so long.
But seeing these bastards chasing after them more and more urgently, carrying dozens of kilograms of things on their backs, the lightness skill could not be used to its full potential. So I made a quick decision and threw the horse's leg into the deep stream as a last resort.
After running for several dozen feet, he saw a fork in the mountain road ahead. Xiang Wentian suddenly laughed, turned around and spat behind him. In the dim light, his body suddenly dwarfed, like a swift bird.
Like a black panther, he jumped up and rushed towards the mountain road on the left. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users
