Liao Zeyu slowly opened his eyes, feeling a chill in his body, and the blood in his body had flowed to nowhere. His brain was in chaos, and what he saw was endless darkness.
Where am I?
He shook his head and tried to move his limbs. After a long time, he felt that his blood began to circulate again, and his body gradually felt warm.
The scene in front of me gradually became clearer, appearing familiar yet unfamiliar.
This is a closed secret room with only bare walls around it. In the center of the room, there is a small teak table with several books stacked on it and a spiritual crystal lamp.
Liao Zeyu tried hard to search his memory, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he recalled that the room in front of him was a secret room connected to the basement of his alchemy room.
This secret room was not created by this generation of Pavilion Masters, but existed at the beginning of the establishment of the "Alchemy Pavilion". According to his speculation, it may be a secret place deliberately built for himself by a certain alchemy master in the past.
After the death of the master, the secret room was left idle and gradually became unknown. It was not until one day when Liao Zeyu occupied the alchemy room that he discovered the secret mechanism under his cushion by chance.
From then on, whenever he encountered something unhappy, he would always lock himself in a secret room to enjoy a moment of peace and relieve his worries.
Until one day, Song Xiaoqian became a disciple of Liao Qiling. This cute lolita with big watery eyes and two pigtails on the back of her head quickly became attached to his senior brother.
That year, he was a handsome boy of thirteen, while Song Xiaoqian was a cute loli who was only five years old.
Soon, this secret room became a secret shared by the two senior fellow apprentices.
The image of chatting and whispering with the little girl in a secret room, complaining about his father, appeared in his mind, and the corners of Liao Zeyu's mouth unconsciously raised slightly.
That’s right, junior sister!
At this moment, he suddenly recalled the process of Song Xiaoqian bringing him soup and adding "soul-leaving grass" to the soup.
This girl is getting more and more unruly, and she actually dares to drug me!
This time, I have to teach her a lesson!
Liao Zeyu was furious, jumped up suddenly, took long steps, and walked towards the exit of the secret room, intending to catch Song Xiaoqian and give her a scolding.
The secret room was built very deep and the passage was very long. It took about half a moment just to return to the alchemy room.
Climbing out of the secret compartment of the machine, Liao Zeyu looked around and found that Song Xiaoqian was no longer in the room.
When I opened the door, there was silence all around, not a single sound of human beings.
Why is it so quiet?
Liao Zeyu felt something strange. This generation of "Alchemy Pavilion" was prosperous and prosperous. He could always see the hustle and bustle and hear the voices of people when he stayed outside the house. The reason why the alchemy room was made so soundproof was to prevent
The interference of external noise to the alchemist.
However, there was no sound at all outside the house where people were supposed to be coming and going, as if they had stepped into an empty city.
Liao Zeyu walked a few steps outside and came to a position with a wide field of vision. He glanced around. His breathing froze instantly, his pupils shrank sharply, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
What came into view were charred black bones scattered all over the ground.
As the young master of the "Dan Pavilion", he could identify at a glance that those on the ground were all skeletons in the human body.
Could it be...
A terrible thought emerged in his mind, but he suppressed it forcefully.
Liao Zeyu wandered aimlessly among countless skeletons. The weather was not hot, but there were faint beads of sweat on his forehead. His eyes searched around, trying to find evidence to convince himself that these skeletons did not come from "
A man from "Dan Pavilion".
Suddenly, a piece of torn white cloth came into his sight.
On the top of the cloth strip, there is a pink character "Qian" embroidered in beautiful handwriting, obviously written by a woman.
There are several pieces of similar white cloth scattered around, and slender bones are piled on the ground not far away. From the physical appearance, it can be easily distinguished that the owner of these bones is a woman with a rather slim figure.
"Master, junior sister..."
Liao Zeyu stumbled to the skeleton, knelt on the ground with a plop, and held up a slender arm bone. His lips and hands could not stop trembling, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.
He immediately recognized these strips of cloth as coming from junior sister Song Xiaoqian's white gown. It was self-evident where the female skeleton on the ground came from.
There was no clothing left next to the other withered bones seen on the road. Only Song Xiaoqian's gown was torn apart and scattered around. Liao Zeyu could almost imagine what kind of humiliation the junior sister endured when she was dying.
"...Senior Brother has always been playful and did not listen to Master's teachings. Otherwise, how could he not be able to distinguish the taste of 'Soul-Leaving Grass'..."
"...It would be great if I could stay by your side for the rest of my life, washing and cooking for you..."
"...You must live on. I just hope that when you and Miss Yun have descendants, you will still remember that you had a junior sister like me..."
When they met for the last time, the words Song Xiaoqian said to him kept popping up in his mind, as if his junior sister was still beside his ears, speaking warmly and softly.
Liao Zeyu's vision blurred for an instant, and his eyes were already soaked with tears. In the haze, the arm bones in his palm seemed to turn into a slender jade arm.
His eyes followed this white jade-like arm upwards, and what came into view was Song Xiaoqian's beautiful face. Every frown, smile, and every move made her look so delicate and charming.
"Junior sister!"
Liao Zeyu was so happy that he couldn't help but stretched out his right hand to grab Song Xiaoqian.
However, the palm passed through Song Xiaoqian's body, and then, the figure of the beauty in white slowly disappeared into the air.
It turns out that everything is just illusion and illusion.
The indescribable heart-wrenching feeling kept coming, and Liao Zeyu felt chest tightness, suffocation, and almost breathless. Only at this moment did he suddenly understand how important Song Xiaoqian was in his mind.
It turns out that from beginning to end, the person I love most is her!
"ah!!!"
The moment of realization made his heart beat like a knife. Liao Zeyu pressed Song Xiaoqian's arm bone against his chest, tears couldn't stop falling. He raised his neck and let out an extremely sad and long scream to the sky.
It was still quiet all around, without a single sound.
Only the shrill screams of the young master of the "Dan Pavilion" cracked the rocks and penetrated the clouds, resounding in all directions and lingering in the air for a long time.
…
Compared with the ever-changing Fulong Empire, the Southern Xinjiang Province area within the Daqian Empire seemed extremely stable at this time. The aftermath of the rebellion in the imperial capital had almost dissipated, and people's lives had returned to calm.
The Xiao family, which was once all-powerful and prominent, gradually faded from the memory of ordinary people. However, within a few months, it was as if the former No. 1 family had never existed.
In today's Daqian Empire, the most popular ones are undoubtedly the Shangguan family, which controls the economic lifeline of the empire, and the Nangong family, which changed hands twice in a short period of time.
On this day, the wind was beautiful, the breeze was gentle, and the blue sky was cloudless.
Standing on the narrow streets of Fufeng City, you can clearly see the majestic Qingyun Mountains stretching in the distance, as well as the mountain plants above that have not had time to fade away from their green color.
"Ayi, is this here?"
At the corner of the street, a black figure asked with a loud voice.
"Yes, Kaiyang, according to the calculations of the elders, Yao Guang and A Liang probably disappeared around here." The man in black next to him, who was called "A Yi", replied softly, "I just don't know why, so big Even with the elder’s skill, it’s impossible to calculate the exact location.”
"We are not the only ones in this world who know how to calculate. Perhaps there are masters who disrupt the secrets of heaven and block the Great Elder's method of calculation."
Kaiyang is a tall, muscular man with fiery red hair. His facial features are pretty straight, his eyes are bright, and his whole body exudes a positive and sunny atmosphere.
On the contrary, A Yisheng has snow-white skin, delicate facial features, and exudes the air of a frail scholar.
Both of them were dressed in black robes, with a red and white Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram embroidered on their chests. Their clothing was exactly the same as that of the mysterious man Yao Guang who once attacked Qingfeng Mountain.
"Now that we have locked the general direction, it is not difficult to find the target." A Yi smiled slightly, his fair face flushed red with excitement, as delicate as a woman's.
"What do you want to do?" Kaiyang asked carelessly.
"I have already inquired about it. There is a women's sect on the mountain ahead, called 'Piaohua Palace'. I heard that it is the first sect in Daqian and is very powerful." A Yi said calmly, " The disappearance of Yao Guang and the others is probably related to the 'Piaohua Palace'."
"Women? How powerful can they be?" Kaiyang frowned, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "Since you doubt the 'Piaohua Palace', why don't we just go up the mountain?"
"No rush." A Yi shook his head and said, "The strength of Yao Guang and A Liang is not inferior to that of you and me. To be able to trap them here, the other party's ability must not be underestimated. You must make a decision before taking action.
.”
"You also know that I don't like to use my brain." Kaiyang said impatiently, "If you have any plans, you might as well tell them directly, don't waste time."
"It is said that the 'Piaohua Palace' in Fufeng City has an industry that sells elixirs called 'Qingfeng Pavilion'." A Yi seemed to understand Kaiyang's character very well, and said with a slight smile, "We might as well go there to inquire about it first.
.”
"Is it necessary to go to such trouble?" Kaiyang asked disapprovingly.
"It's always better to be careful in everything." Ayi insisted.
"Okay." Kaiyang couldn't resist him, so he had to give way, "I only care about fighting, and I will leave everything else to you."
"good."
After the discussion was over, the two of them took out a white mask and put it on their faces, completely covering their faces except for their eyes. Then they took big steps and headed straight for "Qingfeng Pavilion".
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"What! Zhuma is missing?"
After learning the bad news from Ye Qinglian and Qiu Tianlong, Zhong Wen felt his world spin, and his whole body fell into shock and regret.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Ye Qinglian looked pale, with a rare look of shame on her face, "I didn't think much of her."
"My subordinates failed to take care of me, which resulted in Miss Zhuma's whereabouts being unknown. Please punish me!" Qiu Tianlong looked ashamed and fell to his knees with a plop, his eyes filled with regret.
Seeing him in such a posture, Qiu Feng Qiu Lei and other four generals behind him also knelt down: "Please punish me, my lord!"
"What are you doing!" Zhong Wen sighed, frowning and said, "Get up, I don't like this!"
As a soul from the 21st century who believes in equality for all, he felt very uncomfortable with Qiu Tianlong's kneeling posture.
In his opinion, he was just treating Qiu Tianlong in exchange for Qiu Tianlong "working" for him for three years. The relationship between the two parties was an equal exchange of interests, not a master and servant.
Seeing that Zhong Wen's expression was extremely serious, Qiu Tianlong and others had no choice but to stand up obediently, but the look of shame on their faces did not diminish.
"The head of the Jiang family has sent people to look around." Ye Qinglian said softly, "Once traces of Zhuma are found, they will inform us as soon as possible through the messenger bird."
"Sister Qinglian, old enemy, you don't have to blame yourself too much." Zhong Wen looked at Ye Qinglian's bloodless face and Qiu Tianlong's drooped head. He couldn't help but sigh and comforted softly, "Zhuma has
Xiao Ming and the Five Poisons are helping each other. If she wants to leave, it will be difficult for anyone to keep her. I was negligent."
"Is there any way you can contact her?" Ye Qinglian's eyes flashed with hope.
"Not now." Zhong Wen shook his head and said, "But I know Xiao Ming's parents. There may be some way to communicate through the air between divine birds like the Golden-feathered Dapeng."
His tone was not very certain, and he obviously didn't have much confidence in his guess.
"It's always inconvenient for a girl in Zhuma to have Brother Chou take care of her all the time. I should have discovered something unusual about her." A trace of disappointment flashed through Ye Qinglian's beautiful eyes, her face became paler, and her delicate body trembled slightly.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, this is a mistake I made, and I will be responsible for getting her back."
Due to her own negligence, the emotionally unstable Zhuma slipped out of the Jiangfu Courtyard, resulting in a massacre. In the past two days, Ye Qinglian has been suffering from regret and self-blame all the time, and she described herself as quite haggard.
I almost became sick with worry.
"Sister, don't be anxious, the responsibility for this matter does not lie with you." Zhong Wen felt that Ye Qinglian's state was a little abnormal, and couldn't help but expressed concern, "In the past two days, you have been worrying about Zhuma's affairs every day, and you must be a little tired, or...
Take a good rest and leave the rest to me."
"No, I'm not that fragile." Ye Qinglian retorted firmly, "The top priority is to get Zhuma back first."
As she said that, she moved her jade feet and rushed out the door regardless of Zhong Wen's obstruction.
"Sister Qinglian!" Zhong Wen was worried when he saw Ye Qinglian staggering, and couldn't help but reach out to pull her arm.
Unexpectedly, he only exerted a little force on his hand. Ye Qinglian suddenly swayed, her delicate body went limp, and she fell backwards. She collapsed limply in Zhong Wen's arms. No matter how hard she struggled, she was unable to get up.
Ye Qinglian, a dignified spiritual leader with an extremely stubborn temperament, is as weak as a noble daughter who has no power to tie a chicken, which makes people pitiful.
Zhong Wen was startled when he saw that her face was pale, her breathing was rapid, and she had fallen into a semi-conscious state. He hurriedly stretched out two fingers and put them on her wrist.
After a while, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a very strange look appeared on his face.
"My lord, are you okay, Elder Ye?" Qiu Tianlong asked sincerely, seeing that Ye Qinglian was so exhausted because of Zhuma's affairs that she actually fell ill.
"Well..." Zhong Wen hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said, "Sister Qinglian, I'm afraid she's going to be happy."?