After a long silence, Prince Jing finally opened his eyes, and his mood had returned to calm: "Let go of Wang Ziwei, let go of Su Qianluo and Venerable Guishui, the Shapu Mercenary Group will never set foot in the Yan Kingdom, and Tang Yan will never set foot in the Kingdom of Yan.
My territory. If you meet my conditions, I will let you all leave."
"One more thing, Du Yang will follow us back to the Heavenly Demon Holy Land and kneel before my son's grave!" An old man in the Heavenly Demon Holy Land camp stared at Du Yang with gloomy eyes and murderous intent.
"Are you kidding me? If I really go there, I won't kneel down and worship, but... dig the grave!"
"Kill to pay for life, debt to pay for money, this is a life debt, you have to pay it back!"
"Haha, what a joke, life debt? What does the warrior world talk about life debt? You are senile! You have killed enough people to Ling Chi a hundred times, why don't you repay the debt?" Du Yang responded sharply, much like Tang Yan.
style.
"Stop arguing. That's it for today. Accept the agreement and you all leave!" Prince Jing interrupted their confrontation majestically. The current situation would be embarrassing if they stayed in it for a second longer. Continuing to argue would only lead to more jokes.
Yan Xinghan also returned at this moment, and made a look to the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, telling him that that was the end of the day, so don’t make any more trouble. The Heavenly Demon Ancestor was not willing to give in, but he still stopped the insistence of his venerables.
Prince En smiled and nodded at Zhao Zimo and others: "My friends, can you show me a favor? That's it for today. In order to satisfy Prince Jing's agreement, we can take Tang Yan away together."
"We are only here to save Tang Yan." Zhaoyi reminded everyone.
"I'll give you the old man first. As for Su Qianluo, I'll send it back to you after Tang Yan wakes up." Du Yang controlled the movement of the stone forest, and one of the stone trees shattered, revealing Wang Ziwei, who was not at all human-like.
The guards from Prince Jing's Mansion rushed up and carefully took him out.
Prince Jing's attitude was firm: "Hand over Su Qianluo now and accept all my agreements. If you fail to achieve any of them, you will never leave."
"First, we don't know Su Qianluo, and second, we don't understand the situation. How can we hand it over to you?"
Prince En said: "My nephew will guarantee that Tang Yan will return Su Qianluo and Venerable Guishui, and we will agree that the Shapu mercenary group will leave the Yan Kingdom. Please rest assured, uncle."
"Let him go and leave Sansheng City immediately!" Yan Xinghan made the decision for Prince Jing.
"Evacuate!" Zhaoyi waved his hand, and Du Yang, Zhao Zimo and others dispersed their martial arts vigilantly, guarding the unconscious Tang Yan in the center, and quickly left the ancient city.
"Goodbye, uncle. My nephew will visit me another day." The people in Prince En's Mansion immediately withdrew and evacuated.
East of the ancient city.
The Holy Maiden of Yaochi is already waiting: "Follow me back to the Holy Land."
Five days later, Tang Yan woke up from the dark world of coma.
It was different from the previous situation. No matter how serious the injury was, I would be unconscious for at most half a day. This time it lasted for five days and five nights. I slept deeply and deeply. It was like the nerves that had been tense for many years were completely relaxed. There was no pressure or any pain.
Alert, no disturbance, sleeping soundly like a baby.
A strange and cool breath circulates throughout the body. It is different from the Buddha's heart and the mist of life. This breath is very refreshing, as if it is washing the soul and purifying the mind.
After Tang Yan woke up, he felt unprecedentedly comfortable, feeling relaxed from the inside out. Every cell in his body was like a new sprout after the rain, as if it had been thoroughly cleaned.
This sense of relaxation is internal and external, including mental state.
"Brother Hei? Where are we now?" Tang Yan stood up and felt refreshed. He couldn't help but stretch his waist hard, and his joints made a crisp friction sound.
Blackwater Leech also fell into a deep sleep and did not respond. He was forcibly awakened during the battle at Prince Jing's Mansion and was seriously injured again. After the incident, he cut off contact and went into seclusion for cultivation.
Tang Yan stood up and stretched easily while Bian Huan looked around at the layout of the room.
The Linghua bronze mirror, the carved wooden table, and the incense burner are everywhere, and the delicacy and gentleness that belongs to the daughter's home circulates everywhere. Near the bamboo window, there are a few pieces of rice paper on the rosewood table, and there are a few calligraphy brushes and rice paper on the inkstone.
On the top are several chrysanthemums in bud, and the delicate brushwork seems to declare that the owner of the boudoir is also sentimental.
Hanging on the bamboo window is purple tulle, which flutters with the wind blowing slowly outside the window, scattering little bits of light, making the room more cheerful and bright.
Tang Yan felt curious, boudoir? This was obviously a girl's room. Even the bed was light pink and embroidered with a few proud lotus flowers.
...squeak...
The door was gently pushed open, and a well-behaved girl in white walked in carrying a brand new incense burner. When she suddenly saw a man standing there, she screamed and almost threw the incense burner.
Whoosh whoosh, three figures in white suddenly flashed in, their eyes sharp, their delicate hands covered in the white mist, exuding a biting chill.
But when they saw clearly that it was Tang Yan, the three graceful girls with white veils on their faces were all surprised: "Master Tang? You are awake! Hurry, go and inform the elders."
"Wait a minute, where is this place?" Tang Yan called them.
"Mr. Tang, please rest assured that you are safe. This is the Holy Land of Yaochi."
Tang Yan rubbed his forehead and tried to recall the situation that day. He vaguely remembered that Zhao Zimo and the others appeared, and then fainted inexplicably. Could it be that the saint took action in the end?
"Master Tang, rest here for now. I will inform the elders. You have been in coma for five days, and they have been worried about you."
"It doesn't work, I'll go there by myself, everyone else has come to Yaochi?"
"Yes. They are all here. Several of your friends, as well as people from Prince En's Mansion, and Miss Yan Luo from General Zhenguo's Mansion, stayed here for three days and left just the day before yesterday."
"Take me there." Tang Yan motioned for them to lead the way, and then left the room: "I fell into coma very quickly that day, and I don't remember anything. Did anything special happen after that? How did Prince Jing's Palace agree to let him go?
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"The two sides just faced off for a period of time without fighting. In the end, the matter was settled relatively peacefully. We don't know the specific process. Mr. Tang should go ask the elders and the others." Three disciples in white led Tang Yan away from the seat.
In the quiet courtyard on the mountainside, walk along the flower-filled path to the top of the mountain.
The creek gurgled along the way, the path was quiet, and the surroundings were full of crisp old trees, surrounded by thin mist. The path was dotted with colorful flowers. There were jade rabbits scattered in the forest, monkeys neighing, and in the distance there were
Surrounded by cranes.
So beautiful, like a fairyland!
Although it is not as majestic and majestic as the Nanhuang Immortal Palace, it has an exquisite and delicate tranquility.
The entire Yaochi Sacred Mountain exudes peace and tranquility, and the air is pure and free from any dust.
Tang Yan admired the wonderful surroundings and savored the comfort of the green mountains and green waters. He was in an unusually cheerful mood and couldn't help but have a slight smile on his face.
"What are Mr. Tang laughing at?" the accompanying girls asked curiously. They are not as 'biased' about Tang Yan as the outside world does. He can be admired by Mu Rou and can be rescued by the saint. Such a person at least has good character.
No problem. Besides, they haven't seen a man in Yaochi Holy Land for decades, so they all find it quite strange.
"It's nothing, I just haven't felt this relaxed in a long time." Tang Yan moved his limbs, feeling relaxed and indescribable. Even the world in front of him was full of color.
"Are you excited to see Mu Rou?" The three Yaochi disciples pursed their lips and smiled.
"Maybe. The environment here is really nice." Tang Yan had a clear smile on his face. He was no longer frivolous or naughty. He felt as if...as if he had been purified.
Yes, it's such a weird feeling.
Impetuous and irritable moods are relieved.
Is it because of the environment? Or is it due to this deep sleep?
"Wait a moment." Tang Yan was walking when he suddenly remembered something and signaled them to wait for a while before turning into the forest next to him.
After adjusting his mood slightly, he took out the brocade box containing Bai Zeyu from the golden lock, which was a gift to the saint.
By the way, there is a special prisoner, Su Qianluo!
"Are you not dead yet?" Su Qianluo swore harshly when he came out. He wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, wishing he could kill Tang Yan with his own hands.
Tang Yan coughed a few times, summoned a piece of clothing, and handed it to her: "Put it on yourself. I'm sorry for what happened before. You wanted to kill me at that time. I was not in a normal mood and did something excessive."
.But from today on, the things between us will be written off. I will let you go back to Prince Jing’s Mansion, and I will also promise not to mention the...um...these unpleasant things that happened between us to the public again. Just pretend that nothing happened, right.
You are good to me. Go back and serve your Prince Jing well, and don’t come to trouble me again. Otherwise, I won’t show mercy next time."
"You want to let me go?" Su Qianluo grabbed her clothes and was wary of Tang Yan. She knew that Tang Yan was not a good person at all. Could he be playing tricks again?
Tang Yan spread his hands and curled his lips: "Who knows, maybe he will change his mind later."
"Will you kindly let me go? Put away your little tricks. I have no interest in playing around with you. If you want to kill me, please scratch it quickly."
"I really want to apologize, how about you stab me?"
Su Qianluo snorted coldly, fearing that Tang Yan would pull her into his arms as soon as she got close and be humiliated again.
"It doesn't matter, just let it be. I will arrange for someone to send you away, and go back and enjoy your life in the palace." Tang Yan didn't know what he was thinking, but he suddenly felt that what he had done since leaving Beast Mountain was ridiculous.
, like being disturbed by an inexplicable feeling of irritability? But it is obviously a natural and smooth behavior, and no one interferes.
Now suddenly... I feel calm...
Is it the influence of Yaochi Holy Land? Or is it because of something else?
He couldn't figure it out, but he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
"Really let me go?" Su Qianluo's eyes were cold, and he felt even more weird.
Tang Yan left the woods without much explanation and found the three Yaochi disciples waiting outside: "There is a person in the woods. Please send someone to send him down the mountain."
The three disciples didn't know the situation and didn't ask any questions. One of them went into the woods.
After a while, Su Qianluo was led out. He was still on full alert, but due to his extremely weak body, he could only be vigilant and unable to do anything to fight back.
"Master Tang, please invite me. They have received the news and are waiting in the main hall."
Tang Yan looked back at Su Qianluo, his brows furrowed slightly, and he had the illusion that his temperament had changed slightly, as if he was no longer himself.
Is it the impact of experiencing too much killing and danger?
Or is it the sequelae of over-stimulating the body-destroying technique?
Or is it because of the Evil Ancestor? It seems that his old man has been silent for a long time and has never come out to make trouble. He has almost forgotten about it.