"You?" Kamisato Ayaka frowned slightly and looked at Ying, as if she was surprised by her words. She hesitated for a while, and finally shook her head and said: "No, Miss Ying, you
If you are not a rice wife, you will get into trouble if you do this."
"Actually, I saw the old man being taken away at that time, but for some reasons I didn't come to the rescue. Now that I know it, I think I should help." Ying clasped her hands in fists, her expression was very sincere, without any false expression.
, “I just need a guide.”
"But..." Kamisato Ayaka didn't want Ying involved in this matter, but Yunmo was not around, so she couldn't find a suitable candidate for the time being.
Ying saw that Ayaka Kamisato was still hesitating, so she spoke again: "How about this, Ms. Kamisato helps me find a way to see General Raiden, and I go to save people, isn't this the best of both worlds?"
"Okay, I will find a way, but please be careful." Kamisato Ayaka nodded and agreed to Ying's request.
At this time, Nagano Haraomiya, who had regained consciousness, noticed Ying sitting next to Kamisato Ayaka. She tilted her head and looked at Ying carefully, feeling that the aura on her body was somewhat similar to Yunmo.
"Who is this?"
Ying smiled slightly, stood up, walked towards Nagano Haraxia Palace, stretched out his white right hand, and said: "Hello, my name is Ying. I just came to Inazuma today. It's my first time to meet you. Please give me some advice."
"Nagano Haraxiaomiya, you can just call me Xiaomiya." Nagano Haraxiaomiya stretched out his hand to shake Ying's hand, and said with a smile: "Are you a friend of Yun Mo? I feel that the two of you are somewhat similar, no wonder
When I first saw you, I felt that you were very kind."
"It doesn't count..." Ying was a little embarrassed. Although Yun Mo knew her affairs very well, they had never met before. She and Yun Mo were not friends in the true sense. As for the similarity, it should be because they were both the same.
Maybe it's because of travelers...
Ying did not delve into this topic, but looked at Naganohara Yonomiya and said: "Miss Yonomiya, can you take me there?"
"It's okay to lead the way, but the dungeon of Tenryo Shogyōfu is very dangerous. Are you okay?" Nagano Harakomiya asked with concern.
"It doesn't matter, don't look at me like this, I'm actually very strong." Ying showed a confident smile, she clenched her fists, and a powerful air flow emanated from her body.
"So strong." Nagano Haraomiya looked at Ying, with a flash of light in his light orange eyes. He didn't expect that such a powerful wind power was hidden in her seemingly thin body.
"Right." Ying said with a smile.
"Without further delay, let's leave quickly." Nagano Haraomiya took Ying's slender wrist and ran out the door.
After eating and drinking, Paimon was lying on the table to rest. When she saw the traveler running away again, she muttered: "Wait for me."
Then he followed and flew out.
"Be careful." Kamisato Ayaka looked at the three people leaving and prayed silently in her heart.
…
In the Taoist Hall of Tianling Fengxing Mansion, the sound of a bow being drawn could be heard from time to time, and a dark purple arrow shot through the air and accurately hit the bullseye in the distance.
The hit was a hit, and the archer did not pause, but continued to aim at the target, shooting one after another.
One after another, the dark purple arrows drew a perfect parabola in the air, and they all accurately hit the spot where the previous arrow hit. Not one arrow deviated even half a minute. This requires a lot of concentration.
and skills to do it.
The archer was a purple-haired girl. Her slender hands effortlessly pulled the long bow to full length, then loosened her fingers and shot out dark purple arrows one after another.
What is even more exaggerated than the perfect arrow is that the purple-haired girl's eyes were covered by a piece of black cloth. This series of high-precision shooting was completed without her eyes. It was extremely terrifying.
There is only one person in the Tianling Fengxing Mansion who can use the longbow so skillfully, and that is the shogunate general—Black Feather Mingdyprosium and Kujo Sura.
The long bow seemed to have become a part of her body in Kujo Sanra's hands, constantly drawing arcs in the air, hitting the bull's-eye every time, one arrow after another.
There was no emotion on the half of Kujo Sora's pretty face that was not covered by the black cloth. He just kept drawing his bow and shooting arrows.
Although Kujo Sora knew that such training would not be of much help in improving her strength, she still persevered as if practicing cultivation.
The gap in strength between herself and Yun Mo is becoming more and more obvious. Now she must work harder, otherwise she will be pushed further and further away by him, and in the end she will not even be able to see his back.
Just when Kujo Sora was about to shoot the last arrow, a shogunate officer hurried over, half-knelt beside her and said: "Report to the general, the Kujo family leader secretly mobilized troops to arrest an old craftsman. At this time
He is under strict interrogation and training in prison, General, do you want to go take a look?"
Hearing this, Kujo Sora's hand holding the arrow's feathers trembled slightly. The finishing arrow missed the target and landed on the ground not far away. The feathers at the tail of the arrow were still swinging gently.
Kujo Sora put down her practice longbow and took off the black cloth covering her eyes. There was a trace of sullenness between her eyebrows. She said in a deep voice: "Take me there."
"Yes!" The shogunate officer stood up and led the way.
In the dark dungeon under Tianling's rule, screams and roars were mixed together, and the sound of whipping could be heard from time to time. Here, the imprisoned people saw creatures more terrifying than evil ghosts.
They were madmen twisted by power and violence, waving the instruments of torture in their hands like blood stained with ink.
"Forget it, who asked you to make the false eye of god? Who asked you to do it?"
"What a tough mouth!"
In the innermost part of the dungeon, the old craftsman Zhengsheng captured by the shogunate army on the street was being tied up and hung on the torture rack. The whip in the jailer's hand was waving on his body, making bursts of crack.
There was a loud noise, and blood left his body, staining his clothes red.
It's not that Zhengsheng didn't say anything, it's just that he was beaten so hard that he no longer had the strength to say a complete sentence, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.
"If you don't tell me, I have plenty of ways to torture you." The jailer squatted beside Zheng Sheng, holding a red-hot iron in his hand, and said with a sinister look on his face.
"Please...please let me go." Zhengsheng begged for mercy, but his voice was very low because he no longer had the ability to speak. He felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and he was speechless.
No sound was made.
"You're pretending to be dumb, aren't you? It seems like you don't know how powerful I am unless I give you some harsh treatment." After the jailer finished speaking, he picked up the iron and prepared to punish Zheng Sheng.