On Yingzhen Mountain, there is harmony and harmony.
Following everyone's opinions, Rong Ying decided to set off with everyone to Nanshan City tomorrow morning.
The sky is dark at night, and the clouds cover the moon.
Wang Dalu and Li Shishi held hands and stopped by a mountain stream in Yingzhen Mountain.
Looking at the gurgling water, Master Li put his head on Wang Dalu's shoulder and said with some thoughts.
"It's been almost half of three years since we came out. I wonder what Nanshan City has become like now?"
Wang Dalu recalled everyone's experiences along the way and felt that time passed quickly and he would be on his way home tomorrow.
"We'll know in a few months."
Master Li didn't know what to say.
"We will return to Nanshan safely."
"Of course, haven't all the difficulties we have faced so far been solved?"
Ma Mou kept pacing in the room. He knew that for the past two days, Sun Er and Xiang Guang had taken turns watching in secret outside his room, guarding against him doing anything detrimental to Wang Dalu and others.
Rong Ying finally left the customs today, and everyone will set off for Nanshan City tomorrow morning.
Ma Mou learned from Sun Er that Nanshan City was two or three imperial courts away from here. The distance could not be said to be far and definitely not close.
If Wang Dalu and the others really left the Wu Zonggong Dynasty and entered the territory of the Luyang Hou Dynasty, then even the supreme elders of the Daochi Sect's Mayfly realm would not dare to rush in to pursue them.
He knew that Wang Dalu and others had a good relationship with Marquis Luyang, and as long as they entered the court of Marquis Luyang, they would be safe.
Tomorrow he will follow the crowd, and tonight no one will be watching secretly outside, but he can't do anything. He only hopes that his young master can invite his master, the great monk Du Chun, before leaving Wu Gong's court.
I can catch up before.
In a city in the Wu Zong Dynasty, Qin Lang and his master Du Chun rushed to the city before the sun set today.
The two of them walked slowly all the way for a day, covering six to seven hundred miles. They stayed in the city for the night today and could reach Yingzhen Mountain in the next day.
Qin Lang walked out of his master's room, looked at the hazy moonlight outside the courtyard, and thought to himself.
"Even if they missed the time for Rong Ying and others to leave, as long as they did not leave the territory of Wu Zong's dynasty, I believe that Ma Mou's wisdom will leave a mark secretly for their two masters to find."
In the early morning, Master Li prepared breakfast. When Wang Dalu and others sat down, they saw Rong Ying walking in from the door with Qiong Li and Qu Min.
Wang Dalu knew that they went to a cemetery on the mountain again to visit the disciples of the Yingzhen sect who were sleeping in the world and say their final farewells.
Everyone ate in silence in the breakfast room.
When breakfast was over and it was already the first quarter of the morning, everyone came to the foot of the mountain and rode on the fast horses that had been prepared, quickly headed to Qianfeng City, and passed through Qianfeng City back to Luyang Houchao.
We rode at high speed all the way, and we didn't stop when we entered Qianfeng City. We continued to hurry all the way.
However, Wang Dalu and the others never discovered that Ma Mou had secretly left behind them a colorless and odorless spice called 'Soul Chasing Powder' along the way.
When Qin Lang and his master Du Chun landed on Yingzhen Mountain, Du Chun said something.
"There is no one on the mountain anymore. It seems they took the lead."
Qin Lang did not dare to doubt his master's words. He looked around at the empty and deserted place, raised his hand and took out a three-inch long sealed box from the ring on his hand, and said to Du Chun.
"Master, later, disciple, first look for the direction in which the few people left, and then we will pursue them."
Seeing Du Chun nod, Qin Lang opened the small wooden box, and flew out of it a small bee with a transparent green light all around.
I saw the bee constantly flapping its wings and buzzing, flying straight down the mountain.
When Du Chun saw this, he turned into a purple smoke with Qin Lang and followed him.
Qin Lang said to Du Chun in the air.
"Among those people are those from their Five Powers Fort. They will leave soul-chasing fans along the way to guide them in their pursuit."
The two masters and apprentices followed the bees to Qianfeng City. Qin Lang collected the powdered honey and put it in a box. He planned to spend the night in the city tonight and look for it tomorrow.
Based on the trembling sensation coming from Fenmi Chaifen, Qin Lang knew that Wang Dalu and the others had not been away for long, only a day or two at most.
What his master could do in a day with him, even if it was slow, was not comparable to what Wang Dalu and others could do.
Wang Dalu and the others traveled for three or four days and found nothing unusual along the way.
Tonight they were resting in a dense forest. There were seven or eight people sitting or lying beside a burning fire.
At this time everyone is falling asleep.
Nie Zi and Rong Ying took the initiative to stay overnight, and they talked about the past a hundred feet away from everyone.
As he was sleeping with everyone, Ma Mou, who was lying down next to an ancient tree, suddenly heard an old voice in his ears, and his eyes flashed with horror.
He first stood up and cupped his hands in the direction of the two Ningxu monks, Nie Zi and Rong Ying, in the distance, and then walked into the dense forest behind him.
Although Nie Zi and Rong Ying talked about their love for each other, they were aware of everything going on around them. When they saw Ma Mou standing up, they thought he was going to relieve himself, so they didn't pay attention.
After Ma Mou walked a distance of two to three hundred feet, he saw a figure flash in front of him, and Du Chun and Qin Lang, master and apprentice, appeared in front of him.
Qin Lang lowered his voice and said to Ma Mouqing.
"How are they doing now? Is Rong Ying among them? Have you found out about their origins?"
Ma Mou first bowed to show respect to the silent old man standing beside him, and then raised his hand to Qin Lang.
"The young master, Rong Ying, is here, accompanied by two of her disciples. Among the others, there is an old friend of Rong Ying's, and they have a close relationship. The two of them talk like brothers and sisters, and they are more like husband and wife."
Qin Lang couldn't help being furious after hearing this. He had met Rong Ying once before. She was a nice woman and a perfect match for his father.
Unexpectedly, he was with other men at this time. If his father knew that he had to be furious, others would laugh at him.
He suppressed his anger and asked again.
"Sir, do you know where those people are from?"
Ma Mou shook his head.
"I have never found out, and they have always kept silent. But from the lines of their words, I can be sure that several people have extraordinary identities, and the power behind them is extremely huge. They also have great monks in charge, and they passed by Lu Yanghou and Lu Yanghou when they came. He was received personally and treated with great courtesy.”
"oh?"
Du Chun's eyes lit up and he thought for a while before saying.
"Disciple, what are your plans?"
Although it was dark night, he could not control the darkness and hatred on Qin Lang's face. He gritted his teeth and knelt in front of Du Chun.
"Marquis Lu Yang, but his position is far inferior to that of Wu Zonggong. This disciple dares to ask the master to avenge those disciples who died in his disciple's family!"
Du Chun sighed, for the sake of his beloved disciple, he could only kill those few juniors.
"Then let's go."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Du Chun's vitality rolling around him, forming a purple vortex of vitality that slowly swept away into the forest at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Nie Zi and Rong Ying were the first to notice a very powerful energy coming from the forest, and they were shocked.
"No, there's an enemy attack!"
The two of them appeared in front of Wang Dalu and others in an instant.
Wang Dalu, Li Shishi and others woke up suddenly when Nie Zi reminded them loudly, feeling the oncoming bedding and couldn't help but tremble with fear.
The appearance of this cold aura made several people feel as if they had returned to the cave of the thousand-year-old poisonous python.
Jiang Hongyu on the side gently smelled the purple air coming from the east with his nose, and hurriedly took out a bottle of elixir from the space ring, poured out a few pills and ate one himself, and handed the rest to everyone.
"Everyone, be careful, this purple mist is poisonous!"
Nie Zi and Rong Ying each took Jiang Hongyu's elixir and secretly looked for their target through the purple mist.
It doesn't take much thinking to know that the person who came to create such a huge formation is a great monk in the realm of mayfly.
The thick fog was getting thicker and thicker, but a two-foot-wide area in front of Wang Dalu and others was clear and uncontaminated by the thick fog. Then an old man and a young man walked towards them.
The distance of several hundred feet seemed to be walking under the feet of the two people, their figures constantly jumping and swaying in front of everyone.
Rong Ying stared closely at the old man who was seven or eight feet away in front of her and saluted respectfully.
"Junior Rong Ying has met Elder Du."
The old man nodded as a courtesy and said nothing.
Qin Lang, who was beside him, glanced at the one-armed old man beside Rong Ying. Feeling the aura on his body, he knew that his cultivation had reached the peak of Ningxu. He treated Rong Ying calmly.
"Uncle Rong and my father have been looking forward to you for a long time, and hope you can go back with me."
Rong Ying's face looked uncertain and she said coldly.
"Thank you, father and son, for your kindness. I have stated many times that I only respect your father and have never thought of him. I hope you will not force me."
Rong Ying said to Du Chun again.
"Last time at the Mangdang Mountain Cultivator Conference, I wanted to visit you, but I was told that you were in seclusion and did not see visitors. It was a pity. I wonder why you came here today?"
Du Chun still didn't say anything, Qin Lang answered on his behalf.
"I came here today to avenge the tragic deaths of the monks from Wuwei Castle, Luofengmen, and Iron Hand Gang."
Qu Min couldn't help but said from the side.
"Revenge? Haha, how shameless! You Wuweibao failed to force our Yingzhen sect. In the past few years, you have united with the disciples of the three sects to arrest more than ten disciples of our sect. This time you united with the three sects and planted spies in our sect to cooperate with each other.
We wanted to destroy our faction, but unexpectedly, a few noble people helped our faction to annihilate all the invading enemies. Now you are here and keep talking about seeking justice for them, it is really the most ridiculous thing in the world."
Qin Lang wasn't angry either, he just said lightly.
"Right and wrong are all in the hands of the strong. Doesn't your sect even know this simple truth?"
Wang Dalu knew that the conflict was inevitable when he saw the indifferent look on the Dao Chi Sect's great monk.
He knew that the two of them could find them so quickly because there must be something wrong with him.
He looked around but could not see Ma Mou's figure, and said to Qin Lang.