In the depths of the turbulent sky, Feng Jueyu looked at Wen Zhen with a smile, and started the topic as if he were gossiping.
"Qin Ming? He should be on the land flying boat behind. Why did Sect Leader Feng ask about him?" Wen Zhen was not as simple as he appeared. He heard something in Feng Jueyu's words and couldn't help but ask.
"Ah, it's nothing. It's just that you and Protector Lu have met many times during the days since you returned to the mountain. Only Protector Qin took a look at it from a distance. I heard that Protector Qin was injured, is it okay?"
Feng Jueyu said it with a calm expression, and then carefully looked at Wen Zhen's expression.
Wen Zhen rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Young Lao Feng Zong is worried. Qin Ming was indeed seriously injured by Yao Ziqi during the last battle in Qizhou. It was an internal injury and was not easy to recover. When he came out, Protector Lu went to find him specially.
Originally, I didn't want him to follow me, but he insisted on going with me. I had no other choice, so I asked Lu Tianyang to arrange for him to recuperate on the Lu Xing Feizhou behind him. With Lu Tianyang helping him, he could recover faster..."
Hearing this, Feng Jueyu nodded silently, and then said nothing else.
However, after Wen Zhen left, Feng Jueyu quietly called Shangguan Ruofan over and told him secretly: "Go and take a look at the land-based airship where Qin Ming is staying to see if he is there.
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"Yes." Shangguan Ruofan accepted the order and left without asking the reason.
About half an hour later, he returned to the deck, came behind Feng Jueyu and whispered: "Brother-in-law, Qin Ming is here."
"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Feng Jueyu raised his head.
"Well, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't dare come back, right?"
"Do you remember when he got on the flying boat?"
"Remember, when we set off, Qin Ming came when all the troops were gathered, but he came a little late. Lu Tianyang specially invited him. I saw that Qin Ming still had injuries on his body. It didn't look like he was fake. And
The two of them boarded the land craft together, huh? Brother-in-law, when we set off, they followed Wen Zhen and met on your land craft? Have you forgotten?"
"That's so fucking weird, isn't it him?" Feng Jueyu frowned and thought for a long time. Suddenly he was stunned and turned around and asked, "Where is Lu Tianyang? Have you seen him?"
"Didn't I say that? They boarded the flying boat together."
"I mean now!"
"Ah, then you didn't let me go find him..."
"Idiot, go and take a look again. You must see it with your own eyes. Go quickly..."
"good……"
Shangguan Ruofan was scolded for no reason and left with suspicion, while Feng Jueyu sat on the deck and murmured: "This Feihuang has some skills, huh? Which one is the ghost?"
If not, then my work will be in vain."
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On the other side, Xiaoyue Back Mountain is the important place where the sect leader’s mausoleum is located.
This important mausoleum in Xiaoyue Back Mountain was specially built for Madam Hongxing. At first, Xiaoyue Sect did not have such a place.
Because Mrs. Hongxing was attacked and killed, Feng Jueyu came up with a strategy to lure the enemy thousands of miles away, asking Mrs. Hongxing to fake her death to confuse the enemy. However, to achieve perfection, a mausoleum must be built. From this, the mausoleum in Xiaoyue Mountain
The important place appeared.
This important place of the mausoleum is located on a separate mountain range. It is usually guarded by disciples of Xiaoyue Sect. They are divided into two shifts to patrol every day. There are a total of more than a thousand patrolling disciples, divided into various patrol teams. Inside the important place of the mausoleum,
There are also three thousand disciples who are strictly guarded, and no one is allowed in or out except on major sacrificial days.
On a charming late night filled with stars, outside the mausoleum of Xiaoyue Houshan, a figure sneakily emerged from the nearby woods.
This figure came outside the mausoleum and wandered through the dark corners of the mountain. He bypassed many teams of patrolling disciples and arrived not far from the entrance of the mausoleum.
Looking at the huge cave entrance in the mausoleum, there are at least a dozen guard disciples around, holding their breath, standing in the woods opposite the cave entrance. At this time, the season has entered autumn, and the leaves of the old trees in the mountains have turned yellow, blown by the wind.
With a gentle blow, the leaves ruthlessly fall down. It looks dull, but it is full of another beautiful artistic conception. Especially in the middle of the night, the sound of falling dead leaves is rustling and rustling, which is indeed rich.
The feeling of autumn is coming.
The dozen or so disciples on duty guarding the cave were as motionless as sculptures, but just as the leaves were falling, some people began to look up and look up in loneliness, with a hint of true temperament in their eyes.
The figures in the woods opposite were eerily silent, as if they were waiting for something. When they saw the fallen leaves falling one after another, they finally moved.
The figure first pinched a strange seal, then turned his wrists and swung his sleeves in one movement, creating an invisible and intangible wave around him.
This trend is colorless and soft, as if it does not exist. It quickly wraps up the figure and disappears in place.
Outside the mausoleum cave, more than a dozen disciples guarding the cave were watching the fallen leaves in the sky attentively. At this moment, an extremely subtle fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly appeared in the fallen leaves in the sky, causing the fallen leaves in the sky to be stirred up in the air by some kind of force.
Spin around.
"Whoosh!"
The disciples guarding the cave frowned one after another. Everyone put their hands on the hilts of the swords hanging on their waists, paying close attention to the movements around them. At the same time, the dozen or so disciples guarding the cave fully dispersed their spiritual power and watched like this.
After a while, the yellow leaves that had just fluttered down from the treetops fell to the ground quietly.
"What's going on? There was obviously a weak fluctuation of divine power just now? Is there something wrong?"
"I noticed it too, but there didn't seem to be any movement?"
"Is it because I was too alert and felt wrong? Hey, you guys, did you see something just now?"
Several disciples who were guarding the entrance of the cave asked each other. After they asked everyone, they all found nothing clearly. At this time, everyone felt that they were too nervous.
"Maybe it's the fluctuation of the spirit of heaven and earth. I misjudged it. Everyone returned to their positions and cheered up. Madam's mausoleum cannot be peeked into at will."
"Yeah." All the disciples around him nodded.
After a while, the original calmness returned to the outside of the mausoleum cave, but no one noticed that at this time, a fallen leaf slowly fell from the top of the cave inside the cave entrance.
When the fallen leaves fell to the ground, a figure seemed to emerge from the ground, and the figure changed from blurry to real.
After entering the cave, the figure looked back at the entrance of the cave. After making sure no one came in, he quietly walked in along the side of the passage of the cave.
The internal structure of the mausoleum cave is quite complex, but fortunately it is not a maze. About half an hour later, the figure arrived at the middle hall of the mausoleum without disturbing anyone.
Seeing the flickering light of the lights in front of him reflecting dim shadows on the wall, the figure restrained his inner breath and came to the door of the nave more carefully. He hid in the corner outside the door and quietly inquired about the situation inside.
In the middle hall of the huge mausoleum, there is a huge transparent ice coffin. Lying in the ice coffin is a lifeless middle-aged beautiful woman. Her appearance is still as gorgeous as when she was alive. One look at it will make you forever.
Can not forget.
In front of the ice coffin, a pair of women sit cross-legged on one side of the ice coffin. One of them has long hair tied up in a bun and looks older, while the other woman has a slim figure, petite and cute, and has a pair of bare feet.
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"Aunt Wan, do you think Feng Jueyu and the others can beat Duan Xinghuang? I'm so bored here. I really want to go and see with them." The exquisite girl held her chin in her small hand and used a dead branch out of boredom.
, pulling at the gravel on the ground.
Hearing this, the older woman with her bun tied up in a bun smiled calmly: "You are such a restless spirit. Didn't you agree to accompany me to guard my wife? Besides, they are going out to fight, so why are they taking you with them?"
"I know how to fight, and I want to avenge my wife. She was so kind to me when she was alive. Shenglongshan, who killed a thousand swords, really deserves to die." The exquisite girl pursed her lips in disbelief, looking very serious.
She is cute and cute, but when she becomes resentful, she is so pitiable.
"What are you doing? Just meditate."
The figure was listening outside without moving. Slowly, he boldly revealed half of his head. When the two women in the cave were not paying attention, he glanced at the woman in the ice coffin intently.
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"There is no energy left. It seems that he is really dead."
The figure finished speaking silently in his heart, stayed for a while, looked for opportunities to look at it twice, and finally didn't stop any longer and quietly returned along the original road.
After leaving the mausoleum cave, the figure quickly moved away from the back mountain and hid in a mountain col that had been prepared long ago. He took out a piece of bright Hanba jade and lowered his head to play with it.
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On the way to Ba Kong City, Wen Zhen stepped out from the flying boat where Feng Jueyu was, and was about to return to his residence to meditate and adjust his breath, because at this moment, Xiao Yue's army was already only a few days away from Ba Kong City, and they were heading for more.
After all, it would only take about two days to arrive. Wen Zhen was holding back a lot of energy in his heart. He wanted to completely defeat Gu Baize and regain the Tianluo Sword Sect in this battle. Therefore, before the start of the battle, he must make sufficient preparations.
Prepare.
But after Wen Zhen returned to his residence, his heart became inexplicably agitated, and he couldn't calm down and practice no matter what.
Alone in the basement of the flying boat, Wen Zhen walked around the room and kept mumbling: "Why did he only ask about Qin Ming? He told me so many useless words,
What’s the purpose?”
After wandering in the room for a while, Wen Zhen became more and more annoyed as he thought about it. He couldn't help but leave the room, flew to the back of the army, came to a flying boat, and found Qin Ming's residence.
"Qin Ming, open the door, it's me."
After waiting outside the door for a while, the door creaked open from the inside. Qin Ming, the left guardian of Tianluo Sword Sect, held the door panel with both hands, stretched out his head and said, "Wen Zhen, why are you here?"