Ling Jing took the letter from the little girl and frowned slightly, thinking, the girl in purple shirt is Lianyi?
He felt something was wrong in his heart. He had not seen this girl for so long, which made him very strange. Now he was asked to leave such a letter to him. What on earth happened?
Ling Jing immediately opened the letter, but after taking a glance at it, his expression suddenly changed.
"Young Master, Princess Jingzhu in the capital is my best friend. She sent a message saying that there is a way to find out about my parents. Please forgive Lianyi for leaving without saying goodbye. It could be one month at the earliest or three months at the earliest. Lianyi will definitely
I will come back to meet the young master."
"This silly girl!" Ling Jing held the letter in his hand and stared at the high slope going down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, a narrow gravel road continued to the north, but there was not a single figure anywhere to be seen.
The blue light in his eyes flashed rapidly. The Ming Cult has always been a mysterious force in his mind. The martial arts of the leader Han Yu are unfathomable. Even with his current martial arts, he is not confident that he can survive fifty moves in his hands.
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Moreover, he had told Lian Yi a long time ago that Mingjiao has probably mastered some method to control people, and the effect may be even better than the "Three Corpse Brain Pill". How come this girl didn't listen to his advice and went alone?
In the capital.
For a moment, Ling Jing just looked at the path going down the mountain, silent, and his breath became extremely unstable.
Several disciples of the Hengshan Sect around him found that the aura on his body had become very cold at this time, and they unconsciously took a few steps away. Even the little girl who had sent Ling Jing a message before timidly glanced at him secretly.
, stepped back.
"Actually, I should have noticed it a long time ago." Ling Jing frowned, feeling secretly annoyed. Ever since Qin Baichuan revealed the news about Lian Yi's parents, the girl had been uneasy for several days.
She originally thought that she had exposed Qin Baichuan's true face and analyzed the current ambitions and situation of the Mingjiao for her. She would temporarily give up the idea of looking for her parents, but she did not expect that this girl would go to the capital alone, the home of the Mingjiao.
"Made, who is Princess Jingzhu?" He has never cared much about temple affairs in this world, and he doesn't know which emperor's daughter Princess Jingzhu is, and how she has anything to do with Lianyi.
He wanted to chase Lianyi back immediately, but with Lianyi's martial arts, he hadn't seen her appear for so long, and he didn't know how far he had gone. How could he catch up with her?
"Silly girl, please don't get into trouble." Ling Jing was always a little uneasy in her heart. Even though Lian Yi's letter said that she was not looking for people from the Ming Cult, but was going to investigate his parents through some princess, but who knew about this princess?
It's really unreliable.
During the moment when Ling Jing was slightly distracted, Master Dingjing, Yihe and others on the other side had also successfully eliminated the remaining thieves. The sword formation formed by Yihe and the three men was very powerful, and they took the lead to kill the wielder.
The big man in the judge's pen was killed by the sword. The three long swords stabbed three vital points on his chest and back almost at the same time. The three of them attacked together and killed him with just one move.
After that, the three of them rushed forward to help Master Dingjing cook the remaining two people. At this time, they all looked at Ling Jing with gratitude.
Master Dingjing was covered in blood and her clothes were torn in many places. Yi Qing walked up to her and whispered a few words. Then she handed the sword to Yi Qing's hand and walked to Ling Jing's side.
After Dingjing came over, she clasped her hands together and said harmoniously: "Thank you so much, young hero, for your help."
Ling Jing heard the voice of old nun Dingjing and turned his head slightly, and found that when the old nun was not arranging people, she looked kind and kind.
However, he had never had a good impression of the old nun Dingjing, and Yi Lin was looking at him not far away, so she couldn't speak.
After returning a slight salute, he jumped back slightly, using the soles of his feet on the mountain wall several times to gain strength, climbing higher and higher, and soon disappeared from the top of the mountain.
As soon as Ling Jing left, the remaining Hengshan disciples immediately began to chatter. Master Dingjing ordered several disciples to treat the injuries of the injured.
The Hengshan Sect's elixir for healing wounds is well-known in the world, and Ling Jing had secretly helped him before. In fact, not many people were injured. Except for one person who was hit by a chain hammer wielder under the mountain, the injuries were somewhat serious.
No one is seriously injured.
The disciples of the Hengshan Sect looked at the direction Ling Jing left and surrounded Master Dingjing, chattering and asking: "Uncle, who is this person from?"
"I think his swordsmanship looks like that of the Hengshan sect. Could it be that he is a senior master of the Hengshan sect?"
"Uncle, this man is very powerful in martial arts, and he looks young. Is there really such a powerful senior brother in our Five Mountains Sword Sect?"
Master Dingjing sighed. Since the young man covered his face with a white scarf, he obviously didn't want her and others to know his identity. She didn't say much in response to the disciples' inquiries.
Turning around to look at the disciples who had hidden weapons on their bodies, he saw that after they applied the antidote, the bleeding gradually stopped, their pulses strengthened, and there was no danger. Her Hengshan sect’s healing elixir was considered the best among all sects, and she was able to deal with the aftermath.
He turned over and said, "Everyone, go sit under the tree over there and rest."
She sat alone on a big rock, closed her eyes and meditated: "When this man rushed into the demon sect's formation to rescue his disciples, all the enemies in the demon sect were in danger, and there was no one who could defeat him.
Moreover, this person's swordsmanship is somewhat different from the Hengshan sect's martial arts. It seems that Senior Brother Mo's swordsmanship is not as sharp as this man's. In the current martial arts world, there is such a powerful young man, but who is his master?
Disciple? It is a great blessing for our Hengshan Sect to have such a person as our friend rather than our enemy."
She pondered for a long time, thinking that this person's martial arts skills were definitely higher than hers, but fortunately, this person was a man of the right path, and he had a gentle heart. She ordered her disciple to take a pen and inkstone, a piece of thin silk, and wrote
As soon as he wrote the letter, he said: "Yi Zhi, bring me the carrier pigeon." Yi Zhi agreed and took out a carrier pigeon from the bamboo cage on his back.
Master Dingjing rolled the thin silk letter into a thin strip, stuffed it into a small bamboo tube, covered it with fire paint, poured fire paint on it, tied it with a wire to the pigeon's left foot, prayed silently in her heart, and threw the pigeon up.
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The pigeon flapped its wings and flew north, getting higher and farther away, and in an instant it became a small black dot. From writing books to flying pigeons, Master Dingjing’s every move was very slow, but she was as agile as flying when she was fighting against a group of enemies.
The situation is completely different.
She looked up and saw that the little black dot had already disappeared deep in the white clouds, but she kept looking northward. No one dared to say anything. The battle just now seemed very easy despite the help of a very powerful master.
, in fact, the situation is extremely dangerous, and everyone is still frightened.
After a long time, Master Dingjing turned around and waved to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. She was the same girl who had sent a letter to Ling Jing earlier.
The girl immediately stood up, walked to her, and shouted in a low voice: "Master!"
Master Dingjing gently stroked her hair and said, "Juan'er, were you afraid just now?"
The girl nodded and said: "I'm afraid! Fortunately, the senior brother just now was so powerful that he beat these evil people away."
Master Dingjing smiled slightly and said: "This young knight's martial arts skills are indeed very high. If it weren't for his help, I'm afraid the master wouldn't be able to protect you."
The girl's eyes lit up, she looked at Master Dingjing's face earnestly, and asked: "Master, is his martial arts more powerful than you? And which sect is he from?"
This girl, Qin Juan, was a close disciple accepted by Master Dingjing. She was smart and loved by her master. Among the female disciples of the Hengshan sect, about 60% were nuns, and the remaining 40% were lay disciples, some of whom were middle-aged women.
, there is also a mother-in-law who is in her fifties or sixties. Qin Juan is the youngest among the Hengshan sect.
When all the disciples saw Master Dingjing talking to junior sister Qin Juan, they slowly gathered around. Yihe interjected: "He moves so fast that we can't see many of them clearly, but I did see that person at the beginning.
He has used the swordsmanship of the Hengshan Sect. Uncle, could that person be a senior brother of the Hengshan Sect?"
Master Dingjing shook his head slowly, recalling the scene in which the young man drew his sword before. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his sword skills were astonishing. Thinking about it carefully, he had never seen one of his sword misses. He almost killed him with one sword.
One person said: "This man's martial arts can only be described as "unfathomable". I don't know the rest." Everyone saw that Master Dingjing could not figure out the man's origin, so they whispered in twos and threes.
Speak softly.
Qin Juan sat next to Master Dingjing, raised her head and asked: "Master, you are writing this letter to the master uncle, right? Can it be delivered immediately?"
Master Dingjing shook her head and said slowly: "The pigeons went to Baiyi'an in Suzhou and changed one stop, then from Baiyi'an to Jinan Miaoxiang'an and then changed to one stop in Laohekou Qingjing'an. Four pigeons
The relay should be sent to Hengshan."
Yi He said: "Fortunately, we didn't lose any men. Those junior sisters who were hit by concealed weapons have already applied their wounds with medicine. I believe they will be fine in two days. However, Junior Sister Liu's injury may take some time."
say."
Master Dingjing raised his head and was deep in thought. He didn't hear her words, but he thought in his heart: "The Hengshan Sect's whereabouts are very secret when they go south this time. They stay day and night. How come the Demon Sect people actually got the information and took advantage of the danger to ambush them here?"
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that everyone in the Demon Sect really had sinister intentions. But when I saw that all the disciples had tired faces and were covered in blood, I felt very unbearable. I turned around and said to the disciples: "Everyone is very tired, so here we are.
Eat some dry food and sleep under the shade of the trees over there for a while."
When everyone agreed, someone set up an iron frame and boiled water to make tea.
Everyone took a nap and ate some solid food. Master Dingjing saw that the injured disciple looked tired and said: "Our whereabouts have been revealed. There is no need to travel at night from now on. The injured people also need to rest. We will be on the 28th tonight."
Make a bed and sleep."
It took more than three hours to walk all the way down the mountain from this high slope to Erbapu, which is the transportation hub between Zhejiang and Fujian and a must-pass when traveling up Xianxia Ridge.
When we entered the town, it was not dark yet, but there was no one in the town. (To be continued.
