His Majesty Yun Huang had a dull face, as if he would not let strangers in.
The Lord had no intention of paying attention to him, and came to the young apprentice: "Why do you come back if you have time? Let's go back to Lingyun Peak with my master to eat the fruit."
Mingruo looked at the sky speechlessly, did he really think of himself as a little monkey? He even gave him fruit to eat...
But seeing how strong the master can be in knocking out three cows with just one palm, I felt relieved and asked, "Master, is senior brother okay?"
"Huh?" The Lord stroked his beard, "You said Che'er, it's okay..."
"Um..." Mingruo felt that things were not very good, "Senior brother, what... happened to him?"
"It's nothing, it's just that it's a bit cold and boring over there in the cold pond..." The Lord didn't care.
"Why did you lose contact with your senior brother before?" Mingruo still felt something was wrong.
"Something went wrong in the mountain protection formation in those days. The messenger was trapped while flying over the lost mountains and forests, causing communication interruption..." The Lord stroked his beard, "I was just in time to retreat for my master, so I didn't notice it for a moment..."
"Hasn't it been fixed yet?" Mingruo couldn't help but frown.
"How is that possible? Che'er repaired it as soon as he came back." The Lord led a group of people to take a shortcut back to Lingyun Peak.
"Then I wrote so many letters, but why didn't I receive a reply?" Mingruo stared at Wu Liuliu and looked at the Lord.
"How is it possible... I saw Che'er's reply yesterday!" The Lord looked suspicious.
"Since senior brother returned to Yunzhong Temple, there has been no news. I was worried that something would happen to you and senior brother, so I rushed back."
"Could it be that there is something wrong with the mountain guarding formation again?" The Lord asked Mr. Qing Wei to take Mingruo to find his senior brother, and he went down the mountain to check the mountain guarding formation.
Mr. Qing Wei took Mingruo and Si Haochen to a valley. From a distance, he could see an icy blue lake in the valley. In the steaming mist, there was a small reddish-brown island.
The closer you get to the lake, the lower you feel the temperature. The tall grass and trees on the shore are covered with a layer of ice crystals, as if they were carved from ice and snow. The island is hidden in the mist, looming like a fairyland. Mr. Qing Wei moved the bamboo rafts into the lake
, calling Mingruo and Si Haochen to go to the island in the middle of the lake.
Mingruo discovered that the lake water near the shore was almost frozen, but as it went further into the lake, it gradually melted and became a mixture of ice and water.
The bamboo raft stopped, and Mingruo's mouth opened in an O shape. The island was only the size of a football field, and there was a towering tree growing in the middle - the dark red trunk was very thick, and the trunk almost covered the entire island. It turned out that from a distance, it looked like
What we arrived at was not a small island, but this towering tree.
"Why are Ruo'er back?" Jun Che jumped down from the tree crown and walked over.
"I haven't received a reply from my senior brother. I'm worried that you and the master are in trouble, so I'll come back and have a look."
"I have received your letters, and I have also written replies." Jun Che led a few people along the wooden plank road to the top of the tree. A tree trunk was polished into a platform, and a fence was built around it.
Zelan dragged a money turtle the size of a washing tub back to the mat, panted heavily and wiped his sweat: "Sir, I think it's safer to tie this big turtle with a rope. Let it crawl around, and it won't work.
Then he fell off the tree."
Jun Che also had a headache. Guarding this big turtle was really boring: "Then just tie it up."
"Okay, I'll get the rope." Zelan breathed a sigh of relief.
"I have the rope here." Mingruo took out a bundle of beef tendon rope from his 'sleeve pocket', looked at the size of the money turtle, and silently took out two bundles.
"One bundle is enough." Zeelan used the rope to wrap around the turtle's neck, and the turtle retracted its head into its shell, "Uh..."
"If it is tied around the neck and it falls, it will be 'hanged'." Mingruo only found it funny.
"What about tying the legs?" Zeelan scratched the back of his head.
"It's safer to tie it up like a crab," Mingruo suggested.
"Excellent!" Zeelan geared up and raised and lowered his hands to the big turtle. (The big turtle cursed: You are the crab, your whole family is steamed crabs.)
"Junior sister, let's see if these are written by you." Jun Che took out a few notes from the box.
Jun Che is very familiar with Mingruo's handwriting. If the letter is dropped, he will definitely find it.
Mingruo took the note and read it: "I wrote it, but... senior brother, did you only receive these few?"
"Yes." Jun Che nodded.
The messenger's load-bearing capacity was limited, so Mingruo tried to be as concise and concise as possible when conveying the message. These notes were all asking about the current situation of her senior brother. She also wrote many other contents: "These letters have been picked by others, and the reply you gave me, I
I didn’t receive any of them.”
Several people went over the whole thing from scratch and came to the conclusion that the people behind the scenes went to such great lengths just to lead Ruolai to Yunzhong Temple.
"Then what is their ultimate goal?" Mingruo looked at Si Haochen, "Is it to trap us here and take action against the capital?"
Si Haochen and Jun Che both shook their heads and said in unison: "Probably not."
"Marquis An Xian, my father-in-law and my grandfather are all in the capital, and no one can get any advantage." Si Haochen really couldn't figure out the motives of the people behind the scenes, "Besides, even if it means forcing a palace, it would only make sense in front of me."
Jun Che's only "entertainment" in this big tree was stargazing. If anything happened, he would notice it early in the morning.
"Then we can only use soldiers to cover up the water and the soil." Mingruo shrugged, pointing to the money turtle tied up by Zeelan's five-flowered flower, "Senior brother, do you want it to lay eggs on this mat? The turtle seems to be more willing to lay its eggs on this mat.
In the sand..."
Jun Che chuckled, "This turtle is male."
"Ah? What are you going to do?" It can't be sunbathing for the money turtle, right?
"This turtle is Master's pet, and it swallowed the golden spirit bead that Master finally found." Jun Che was also very tired, "The golden spirit bead easily disintegrated when exposed to soil, so Master moved the big turtle here.
On the tree, wait for it to expel the golden beads."
Although Ah Ling is keen on collecting the Five Elements Spiritual Beads, Mingruo rejects the Golden Spirit Beads 'discharged' by the Money Turtle in her heart: "I think it is unnecessary."
"Ahem, junior sister, don't worry, the golden spirit beads can be tempered and purified." The five elements spirit beads are rare, so Jun Che thinks they can be used for washing. "The five elements spirit beads are of great benefit to the space of the Yan Ling bracelet."
Mingruo thought about it and felt that professional things should be done by professionals, so he directly threw the oversized money turtle into the space and handed it over to Ah Ling.
Mingruo clapped her hands: "Okay, let Ah Ling figure out a solution by herself."
"Master Turtle has been raising this turtle for more than 20 years." Jun Che felt that with the enthusiasm of the 'fox demon' for the Five Elements Spiritual Pearl, he was afraid that the big turtle would be shelled and disemboweled.
"It takes twenty years to grow so big. What did Master feed me?"
"It's almost like raising a Gu spirit." Jun Che rubbed his forehead, "If the big turtle dies, Master will probably be a little sad."
Mingruo wasn't worried at all, her Ah Ling was still quite gentle and kind.
