After the battle at Minghe ended, the surviving monks turned back one after another, but Fang Xucheng hesitated and did not dare to go.
There were two of us when we came, and he was the only one when we left.
Even when Mochou fell into the Ming River, he didn't even fish out the body.
What should I do? How should I explain it to my mother-in-law when I go back? Fang Xucheng is afraid whenever he thinks of this problem.
This mother-in-law has never liked him. If Mochou hadn't insisted, she would never have agreed to let them get married. Over the years, he tried his best to please her, but he couldn't please her.
What would she do to herself if she knew Mochou died here? Would she kill herself and be buried with Mochou?
In a roadside tavern, Fang Xucheng held his head, suffering from a splitting headache.
Ever since he met Hu Erniang and his daughter, he was so proud that he could not imagine the life after losing her.
"Brother Fang, why bother? If you are afraid that she will be angry with you, why don't you just give her an object to hate?"
Fang Xucheng raised his head and saw an ordinary face.
He met this man on the battlefield and unexpectedly met him again in a tavern. Seeing him alone, he asked about his situation and felt very sorry for him.
"The object of hatred?" Fang Xucheng was puzzled.
"That's right! If you tell Master Tai Shui that Mrs. Ling was harmed by others, she will naturally concentrate on avenging her and will not cause trouble for you. You share the same hatred with her, and maybe she will pass on the mantle to you."
Fang Xucheng's eyes lit up: "Is this okay?"
"sure."
After he calmed down for a while, he began to worry again: "Where can I make up an enemy? My mother-in-law is a monk who transforms gods. If she finds someone to ask, won't she know everything?"
"So, you want to talk about someone she can't find."
"who?"
"Of course, the one who disappeared in this battle and has a very famous name - Ling Xianjun of Wuji Sect!"
Ling Bufei suddenly opened his eyes, and the memories retrieved from Fang Xucheng's soul were still vivid in his mind.
"What is this?" He murmured, turning to look at Bai Mengjin.
Under the palm, Fang Xucheng's screams gradually became lower and finally lost their voice completely.
Hu Erniang's condition was also very bad. She was poisoned and seriously injured. As soon as the poison was forced out a little bit, she took action forcefully and relapsed again.
She fell down, her lips and face quickly turned blue, and her eyelids trembled, as if she would die in the next moment.
Ling Bufei temporarily put down the soul search and went to help Hu Erniang: "Senior! Senior!"
Bai Mengjin touched her pulse gate, with a heavy expression on his face: "It's too late, the poison has entered her heart veins, and even her soul..."
"Achou..." On her deathbed, Hu Erniang read her daughter's name with tears in her eyes, "Mother has avenged you..."
Ling Bufei sighed, and was aroused by her. Hu Erniang's love for her daughter really made people cry. His mother was also like this, she was willing to give up her own life to let him live.
Bai Mengjin thought for a while, then lowered his body and asked: "Senior, your physical body is no longer available, but now that you can take out your soul, you can still practice the Yin method. Are you willing?"
Hu Erniang's eyes were already distracted, and her mind could not move very well: "What..."
Bai Mengjin used another method to communicate with her: "Your daughter, Miss Mochou, just fell into the Ming River, and her death cannot be confirmed yet. It is said that Ling Xianjun also fell into the Ming River. Our young sect master will definitely go to investigate the whereabouts of her father in the future.
, do you want to come together?”
"Minghe..." Hu Erniang slowly understood what she meant and nodded excitedly, "Okay, I'll go with you... I'm going to Minghe to see what's going on..."
Bai Mengjin nodded, raised his hand and opened the umbrella.
"Come, hold my hand and let your soul come out slowly."
"good……"
The yin and yang umbrella rotated, white and black alternately rotated, yin and yang circulated here. Hu Erniang's soul was drawn out of her body, turned into a light smoke, and blended into it along the umbrella handle.
Hu Erniang on the ground closed her eyes and completely lost her life.
Bai Mengjin let go of her gradually cooling hand and put away the umbrella.
She took a deep breath, turned her head, and found that Ling Bufei had been staring at her.
"what?"
"You...seem to have a lot of secrets."
After this night, if he believed that she was just a descendant of the Gu family, he would be kicked in the head by a donkey.
Thinking back to a few hours ago, the three of them were trapped in a tomb. A transformed god who had lost all his cultivation, a disabled person who could not practice, and a golden elixir obtained by chance. Facing Yuanying and several of his men, there was almost no way to survive.
.
With luck, they could spend more time in the tomb and wait for the Wuji Sect to find them. Or maybe Hu Erniang could force the poison out of her body, recover some cultivation, and then fight Fang Xucheng.
But what idea did she come up with? She said that there were restrictions placed by Hu Erniang in the valley, and with a little more coordination, a big formation could be formed.
So, while Fang Xucheng was searching for grains, she drew a formation in the east and pasted a talisman in the west, just like that, she tricked Fang Xucheng into the formation.
Then, the most critical step came. She helped him summon the Demon Suppressing Cauldron and connected it with the formation as the core of the formation.
Then, they pretended to be Mochou and Hu Erniang, and stirred up Fang Xucheng's emotions step by step, leading him to take action. Most of the thunder spells released were consumed by the formation. With the magic weapon of the Demon Suppressing Cauldron, it was enough to suppress the formation.
Just like that, when the formation was broken, Fang Xucheng had not much mana left and was plotted to death.
Ling Bufei thought about the whole thing and his back felt cold.
It's not like he has never seen a great talent in formations. There are many scheming people in the Wuji Sect, but she is the first to be able to combine the two so well.
"So?" Bai Mengjin raised his eyebrows.
"Don't you think you should be honest with me? We have to be husband and wife after all."
Bai Mengjin turned around and looked: "Here?"
Well, the valley is in a mess now, and it's really not a place to talk.
Ling Bufei wanted to say something else, but she interrupted him.
"Shh! Someone is coming."
The long day finally passed and the sun jumped above the horizon.
In the morning glow, several rays of light flew in and landed in this nameless valley.
The first one to appear was a tall female cultivator with slender eyebrows.
The spell was already brewing, but what she saw in front of her stunned her for a moment.
"Young Sect Master?"
Ling Bufei responded lazily.
"Are you okay? Someone died?"
These two questions made Ling Bufei roll his eyes: "Didn't you see it?"
Others arrived one after another, and when they saw the situation in front of them, their heads were filled with questions.
What's going on? Isn't it a fight? Why are they both dead? The two hostages look fine, in good spirits, with no flesh wounds at all. Who is the kidnapper and who is the hostage...
Until Baili Xu arrived, he shouted happily and rushed up to break the silence: "Sir! Are you okay? That's great!"