Looking at the several figures bound by the five-flowered soul-binding ropes in front of him, as well as the corpses lying in a mess on the ground in the distance, Saint Bing Chi said in surprise.
"If the second elders and the others hadn't been exposed last time and let us follow the clues and catch a group of them in advance, I'm afraid the situation would have been much worse." Li Bing replied tepidly, but there was a faint twinkle in his eyes.
With a sharp light.
"Mo Disheng, this bastard!"
The white-haired old man standing next to the two people with an angry look on his face and yelling curses was Guan Zhongbao, the great elder of "Ice Chi Island". He was probably the strongest in the entire "Ice Chi Island" except for the father and daughter of the saint.
"If it falls into the hands of the old man, they will definitely regret coming to this world!"
Of course he was just venting his emotions, but he actually knew in his heart that the probability of capturing a saint was almost negative.
"Haitao, am I not nice to you on weekdays?"
Saint Bing Chi stared at a traitor who was tied up like a rice dumpling, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes, "Why betray 'Bing Chi Island'?"
While he was going to the "Wen Dao Academy" for an appointment, it was Fu Haitao, a young elder who was not yet seventy years old, who led dozens of people to launch a riot.
"Betrayal? No, no, no, I have never betrayed anyone." Fu Haitao opened his mouth and showed a ferocious smile. He was not afraid of the returning saint. "I am originally a member of the 'Dark Temple', lurking
In 'Ice Chi Island', we are just waiting for this day to arrive."
"You say it as if you have accomplished some great feat." Qiao Botong, the seventh elder on the other side, said sarcastically, "This time I have captured all of you, but only lost less than ten people on the island. Why are you so proud?"
"If the Second Elder and others hadn't been exposed in advance, causing us to be short of manpower, how could it be like this?" Fu Haitao looked at Li Bing's graceful figure and chuckled, "But Deputy Island Master Li is as powerful as a flower.
To reach this point, Fu must have made a miscalculation."
"If you fail, you fail." Guan Zhongbao said disdainfully, "What excuse are you looking for?"
"Really?" Fu Haitao sneered, "Master Mo is a talented person and a wise man. You don't think he only arranged people on 'Ice Chi Island', do you?"
Saint Bing Chi and the two elders both had their faces darkened, with a hint of worry in their eyes. Only Li Bing had a calm face, neither sorrow nor joy, like a cold goddess of ice and snow, crowned with beauty but without the slightest emotion.
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"No wonder Mo Disheng and Qixing Laoer dare to start a war against us." Saint Bingchi murmured to himself, "It turns out that less than half of the four holy lands belong to him."
"These spies discovered so far may not be all of them." Guan Zhongbao said solemnly, "Maybe there are people from the 'Dark Temple' hiding on the island."
"If you can confess the remaining accomplices." Saint Bingchi nodded slightly and said to Fu Haitao in a coaxing way, "I will spare your life, how about that?"
"Really?" Fu Haitao's eyes lit up.
"My great saint, could I still lie to you?" Saint Bingchi's voice became softer and softer.
"Okay, then I will risk my life." Fu Haitao raised his neck with great effort and pointed the tip of his chin at the seventh elder Qiao Botong, "Elder Qiao is also one of ours."
"That's nonsense!" Qiao Bertong's expression changed and he shouted angrily.
"And him, too." Du Haitao turned his chin, but this time it was aimed at the great elder Guan Zhongbao.
"That's enough!" Saint Bing Chi interrupted him sharply, "Since you don't want to live, what's the problem if I help you?"
"Ha, haha, hahaha..." Fu Haitao looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his whole body trembling, as if he was crazy, "It won't be long before all of you people will come underground to accompany me!"
The remaining traitors who were tied up behind him also laughed, and Saint Bing Chi's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"For the glory of the Dark Temple!"
After a while, several people suddenly shouted in unison, with pious expressions on their faces, and black blood dripped from the corners of their mouths.
"No, they are going to commit suicide!" Guan Zhongbao's complexion changed, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Fu Haitao in an instant. His right hand was like a thorn, and he pinched his cheek hard, forcing him to open his mouth.
Although his reaction was quick, it was too late in the end. Du Haitao had already bitten the poison hidden in his mouth. He lost all his breath and was already dead.
The fate of the other traitors was mostly similar to his. They all wanted to die, and no one responded to the promises made by the saint.
"Mo Disheng's method of training dead soldiers is really unbelievable." Saint Bingchi looked at the spies who committed suicide and couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know how he did it."
At this moment, a gray shadow suddenly flew down from the sky and landed in front of the saint with lightning speed.
It turned out to be a messenger bird with gray feathers and a white head.
Saint Bing Chi slowly raised his right arm, and the bird flapped its wings and circled above for several times. Then it landed neatly on the back of his hand, jumping up and down, lively and cute.
He took out the letter paper from the cylinder tied to the bird's leg, unfolded it and glanced at it. His face suddenly became a little ugly.
"What's wrong?" Although Li Bing's voice was cold, it was still pleasant and moving.
"A riot of hundreds of people occurred in the 'Lingxiao Holy Land'." Saint Bingchi replied gloomily, "Including the rebels, there were more than two hundred casualties in total, which can be said to be a serious loss of vitality."
"Isn't it true that our 'Ice Chi Island' is not the only one infiltrated by Mo Disheng?" Qiao Botong murmured, "It seems that the situation in the other two holy places will not be much better."
"Guo Tianwei is a face-conscious character. Even if he suffers heavy losses, he will not write to me to tell me." Saint Bingchi gently rubbed his hands and turned the letter paper into fly ash, "Old Ling Xiao is thoughtful and cautious in his actions.
As careless as Guo Tianwei is, he has also suffered such a secret loss, and the situation of 'thinking off the cliff' will only get worse."
"So, the saint from the 'Smell Academy' has never left, but has escaped disaster?" Li Bing suddenly said.
"Having said that, these people are just dormant for a while, and one day they will come out to become monsters." Saint Bingchi shook his head helplessly, "I have to write a letter to Old Man Wen Dao as a reminder as soon as possible."
"This world is really in chaos!" Qiao Botong looked up at the blue sky and sighed deeply.
I don’t know where he is now or whether he is doing well.
Li Binggai lowered his head, stared at his toes, and unconsciously pictured a smiling young man in white in his mind.
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"Ning'er?"
After listening to Zhong Wen's description, Lin Zhiyun and Nangong Ling looked at each other with complicated expressions.
"Yes, Sister Palace Master, is there any connection between Ning'er and the 'Dan Pavilion'?" Zhong Wen nodded and then asked curiously.
After chatting with Yin Ning'er in Yaowang Valley, the girl's mood was always low, but she didn't explain the reason. It made him feel itchy and didn't know what to do, so he ran to the top of the mountain to ask the two for advice.
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"There is no connection between Ning'er and 'Dan Pavilion'." Lin Zhiyun shook her head.
"Then why did she..." Zhong Wen was stunned when he heard this, quite surprised.
"Zhong Wen, have you ever heard of the 'Medicine Tower'?" Nangong Ling suddenly said.
"I heard Sha Niu talk about it." Zhong Wen nodded and responded, "It is said that it is an organization as famous as the 'Dan Pavilion'. It suddenly disappeared ten years ago and has never appeared again since then."
"The first time I met Ning'er was ten years ago." Lin Zhiyun explained patiently, "At that time, she was just a six-year-old girl, alone and hungry and fainting on the street, without any relatives.
No reason, no one to rely on."
Zhong Wen's heart moved, as if he had vaguely guessed something.
"The place where I met her was near the Medicine Pagoda." Lin Zhiyun continued, "At that time, I felt that the child was pitiful and couldn't bear to see her starving to death on the street, so she took her back to Piaohua Palace and became her disciple."
"The palace master's sister has a kind heart, she is really a fairy descended to earth." Zhong Wen lost no time in sending a horse, "I admire you!"
"Don't be so talkative!" Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
The palace lord sister's frown and smile exuded all kinds of amorous feelings unintentionally, which made Zhong Wen's heart flutter, his thoughts were flying, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"Every time I mention this matter, that girl Ning'er always looks sad and keeps silent." Nangong Ling interjected, "According to my inference, the person who caused the 'Medicine Tower' to evaporate in the first place was probably the 'Dark One'.
Temple', and Ning'er is a survivor of the 'Medicine Tower'. Now that a similar situation has happened again, it may have brought back her sad past."
"After such a big stimulation, this child's character is somewhat withdrawn, which is understandable." Lin Zhiyun agreed, looked at Zhong Wen and said, "Since you came to the palace, she has become much more cheerful.
Speaking of this, I really have to thank you."
"Sister, why are you being polite to me?" Zhong Wen stroked his chin and said thoughtfully for a moment, "But if we continue to escape like this, the tragedy will probably be like a nightmare, haunting Ning'er forever and making her feel uneasy. She should think of something.
That’s the solution.”
"Isn't it your specialty to confuse people's hearts?" Nangong Ling's eyes flashed with inspiration, and he looked at Zhong Wen with a half-smile, "Why don't you let me think of ways to cheer up Ning'er as soon as possible."
"What is meant by 'bewitching people'? My sister said it very harshly." Zhong Wen said seriously, "I'm just a beautiful man with a delicate mind and understanding."
"Pfft!"
Even though Nangong Ling was wise and intelligent, he couldn't help but laugh out loud under Zhong Wen's sudden shamelessness.
"Zhong Wen, please." Lin Zhiyun stepped forward, gently held Zhong Wen's hands, and said seriously.
"Don't worry, Sister Palace Master, leave Ning'er's affairs to me!"
Feeling the delicate and smooth skin on the goddess's hands, Zhong Wen felt distracted and ecstatic for a while. He said in his heart that happiness came so suddenly that he didn't know where he was. He just hoped that this moment could last forever.
"Brother Chef! My hammer!"
In the backyard, Shen Xiaowan's clear voice suddenly came.
Zhong Wen's expression froze and he immediately shouted, "I, I'll go see Ning'er again!"
Before he finished speaking, a shadow appeared on his body, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant, running faster than a rabbit.
Ever since she broke the giant black hammer, when Shen Xiaowan saw him, she would loudly beg for a new hammer, giving him a headache that was as big as two heads.
So, before he prepared the forging materials, he decided to take a detour when he saw the girl with a big stomach from a distance, never giving the other party a chance to catch him.
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On the broad street on the west side of Fulong Imperial Capital, a young man was walking staggeringly.
The man was about thirty years old, and he had a handsome appearance, but his face was dirty and he had not cleansed his face for an unknown amount of time.
His clothes were also covered in dust and dirty. If you look closely, you can still tell that the fabrics are exquisite and cannot be afforded by ordinary people.
This man's expression was dull and his eyes were unfocused. He was just wandering eastward, like a puppet who had lost his soul. He seemed to have no idea where he was going.
"Dad...junior sister..."
He murmured to himself from time to time, and in the eyes of others, they just thought he was a crazy rich kid. Except for some people with evil intentions, most of them ignored him.
"Ah! Look, it's the ruthless young master!"
"Where is it, let me see it!"
"Master Xiao is indeed an unparalleled handsome man in the world!"
"If I can get him to take a look at it, I will go bankrupt, no matter what!"
"Tch, what does this mean? If the ruthless young master could smile at me, he would die immediately and have no regrets in this life!"
"Look at your pursuit! I have spoken to Young Master Wu Qing, and I am not from the same world as you!"
"Just go ahead and dream!"
"Ah, he looked at me, he looked at me!"
"It's full of nonsense. What the ruthless young master is looking at is clearly me!"
The sudden noise on the street woke the man up from his dazed state.
The ruthless young master? Who is that person?
How can you teach so many women to be so crazy?
Looking up, he saw a handsome and elegant man in white standing on a gorgeous carriage not far away, gently waving a folding fan and slowly walking out of the carriage.
That’s it? Nothing more than that!
Seeing Xiao Wuqing's appearance clearly, the man couldn't help but curled his lips and thought disapprovingly.
How much sincerity and jealousy there is is unknown to others.
Just after Xiao Qingqing got out of the car, a small and exquisite pink embroidered shoe stretched out from the carriage, followed by a pink skirt covering the top of her calf, and then appeared a catkin like white jade.
Just looking at the shape of the feet, the man's heart skipped a beat, and his mouth felt dry.
The next moment, a young and beautiful woman was led out of the carriage by Xiao Qingqing.
The woman's face is beautiful, her skin is as radiant as snow, her water-cut eyes contain infinite tenderness, and her delicate pink dress wraps her delicate body, making her even more charming and charming.
Seeing the male god Xiao Qingqing actually reaching out to help a woman, the girls on the street immediately became uproar and made a lot of noise.
"Who is this ugly woman?" a middle-aged woman weighing about 200 pounds screamed, "How dare you be so close to my ruthless young master!"
"Does the ruthless young master already have his heart set on something?"
"No, it's impossible. Mr. Xiao and I are made for each other. How could it be that this ugly monster would get in the way!"
"Ah! She even shamelessly ogled the ruthless young master!"
"This bitch! Slut! Slutty fox!"
"Maybe she is Young Master Xiao's sister?"
"Where did Mr. Xiao get his sister..."
The voices of the women around him shook the heavens and the earth, crackling rocks and piercing the clouds. The eardrums of the men on the way to the direct education were buzzing and their heads were spinning.
However, the man ignored these noises. He just stared at the face of the woman in pink with his eyes and exclaimed: "Qing, Qing Yao!"
"Young Pavilion Master?" The woman in pink clothes turned her head when she heard the voice and saw the man's appearance clearly, with a look of surprise on her delicate face.
It turns out that this man is Liao Zeyu, the young master of the "Dan Pavilion" who survived alone after his sect was slaughtered by Shen Wei, the master of the three halls of the "Dark Temple", and the woman in pink naturally left the "Dan Pavilion"
After that, the "good woman" Yun Qingyao went to the Xiao family.
"Qingyao, it's really you!"
Seeing the person who was haunted by his dreams, Liao Zeyu's eyes were distracted and the light of hope shone again. Under the excitement, he was a little incoherent for a moment, "These... days, me, you, how are you doing?"
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"Thanks to the care of the Young Pavilion Master, everything is fine with Qingyao. It's just that her residence has not been taken back and she has no home. Fortunately, Mr. Xiao took him in, so she temporarily lives in the Xiao Mansion." Yun Qingyao seemed to be quite excited to see her old friend,
Then he frowned slightly and said in a plaintive voice, "On the contrary, the Young Pavilion Master... Qingyao has already heard about the 'Dan Pavilion'. Please forgive me."
Hearing her mention the word "Dan Pavilion", Liao Zeyu trembled all over, as if he was struck by lightning, and his heart was as sharp as a knife. He couldn't help but fell to his knees with a plop and cried loudly: "Qingyao, they were all killed.
Dead, dad, junior sister, elder... everyone is dead, only me is left!"
His cries were so mournful and desolate that those who heard them felt the same and felt sad from them.?