Two months ago, Xiang Jingyi was secretly pursued from Baiyue. However, he suffered repeated wounds at that time and passed out when he arrived in northern Xinjiang. When he woke up, he realized that he had been rescued by a woman who had lost her child. The woman
She was ill and mentally unstable, so she thought he was her son. In order to repay her kindness and hide her identity, Xiang Jingyi took the name of her son Hou Jiajun.
The small mountain village where the woman lives is actually a tomb of the living dead. It is populated by lonely old people with incurable terminal illnesses. No one comes to visit the people in this village. They are all just waiting to die and living one day at a time.
, occasionally enjoying themselves in hardship, chatting about romantic events in their youth, having less contact with the outside world, and gradually not remembering much. Therefore, these villagers only knew Hou Jiajun and did not remember much about his appearance.
Xiang Jingyi recovered from his illness for half a month. After he recovered, he began to go to the ancient city to look for work. He also used this reason to inquire about the news about Jiao Yinchang. The news of the saint's resurrection spread throughout the streets, and even if he didn't want to inquire, he was still on the streets.
I listened to a lot of people’s gossip after dinner.
After working as a porter in a granary store for half a month, suddenly one day, the priest took office and the saint was walking down the street to Zhurong Temple. He accidentally saw the woman on the sedan chair, and then he knew that Mo Shuruo had become the saint of Wahuang Temple.
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Xiang Jingyi was confused, so he resigned as the owner of the granary and participated in the selection of the guard army. Xiang Jingyi's martial arts was definitely not bad, so he quickly entered the Emperor Wa Palace.
He met Saint Anal a few times, but he stood at the end of the line with his head lowered and failed to meet her. At first, he guessed that Uncle Mo was forced to do so, but then he gradually discovered that she did seem to have changed.
Man. In order to verify, Xiang Jingyi spent a lot of energy. But now that she is a saint, it is difficult for him as an outsider to get close, so he thought of a way to become her personal bodyguard and also track down Uncle Mo.
What if she became the Saint Anael.
Xiang Jingyi was very surprised when Yanjue and his party arrived in Northern Xinjiang. Ever since they arrived at the ancient city of Para, they wanted to send news back to the Mo family, but this place was like a closed jar. It was easy to get in and difficult to get out. There was no way to communicate with Donglu.
get in touch.
He could not fight against the women Zhu Yin Sa and Jiao Yin Chang alone, so he could only stay by Ana'er's side to protect her. Due to Mo Shuruo's admiration for Yan Jue, and out of a man's jealousy, Xiang Jingyi actually did not want to be with Yan Jue anymore.
It was related, but at this time, if he wanted to help, he might be able to help Mo Shuruo get out of the current situation faster.
"I think you will believe us."
Xiang Jingyi came back from his wandering mind and composed his thoughts, "Since His Highness asked you for help, I naturally believe it. I think you also have some understanding of the strange things that have happened in Northern Xinjiang recently. The three divisions in Northern Xinjiang are restraining each other, although the saint can admit it
Nvzhu and the priest actually have no rights. On the contrary, the nvzhu is in charge of all internal affairs and has the power of life and death, while the priest is responsible for the outside world and has the duty of supervision."
"Why do you want to kill him?"
"Jiao Yinchang is a sinister person who relies on his position as a priest to do whatever he wants. The reason why His Highness wants to kill him is because he is threatening him."
Hua Ci asked curiously: "Threat?"
Xiang Jingyi continued: "His Highness has just recovered from a serious illness, and he still needs to rely on Jiao Yinchang's treatment. Therefore, he asked Your Highness to provide him with human flesh and blood..."
He spoke so angry that Hua Ci was so scared that she covered her mouth.
"Last night at the temple, he asked for ten more children." Xiang Jingyi clenched his fists, "It's not difficult to catch heinous thieves, but it's impossible for me to take the lives of innocent children..."
Yanjue raised his eyebrows, "Child?"
Xiang Jingyi said to himself: "There are two days left. If I don't send the child away, I don't know what he will do."
You Jiang leaned against the wall and added coldly, "Don't you care about the female Zhuyin Sa?"
Xiang Jingyi actually guessed that Nvzhu relied on the saint to rise to power, and the plan to let Mo Shuruo replace Anal must have been Jiao Yinchang's idea. The two reached an agreement to divide half of the northern territory, so Yin Sa
It is impossible to deal with Jiao Yinchang.
But he couldn't tell this to Yan Jue and the others, otherwise his and Mo Shuruo's identities wouldn't be a secret, and besides, his relationship with Yan Jue wasn't good enough to reveal everything.
Remembering what he said before, Xiang Jingyi shook his head and said: "Jiao Yin often said that arresting people is to make medicine, but the method is a little cruel. Nuzhu just turned a blind eye and did not control it."
"Have you checked his purpose of arresting people?"
"I've secretly taken a look, but the cave is full of miasma, so I can't go deep into it, and I didn't get any useful information." Out of good intentions, I gave him a reminder by the way, "Jiao Yinchang's whereabouts are elusive, and you need to catch him.
It’s probably not easy.”
There is nothing difficult about killing someone.
But it is not easy to kill a cunning and cunning person.
It happened that Jiao Yinchang was such a person, but Yanjue still planned to go. It was true that he wanted to get Qilin Jue, and it was also true that he wanted to help Ana'er. So he must go and meet Jiao Yinchang.
He stood up, and Hua Ci also stood up, "Thank you for telling me. I have understood everything I need to know, so I won't interrupt you any more. I'll take my leave."
The three of them went outside the house. Xiang Jingyi sat there without moving. After a long time, he turned back and looked outside the house, unable to help but frown.
At midnight.
Yanjue Qinggong rode the wind and arrived at the wilderness to the north of the ancient city. According to Xiang Jingyi, Qianbat Cave was the former residence of the Miao people. Living in the mountains and near the water was originally a blessed place. However, since the ancient city was built, the place has become
Few people go there. The cave is damp and dark, coupled with the heavy fog in the mountains and forests, and the smell of the juices of various poisonous insects and flowers, it can be said to be a place of death.
Yanjue walked alone in the middle of the woods. Although he moved lightly, he occasionally frightened wild birds perched on the branches.
After walking for less than half a quarter of an hour, he began to feel a little tight in the chest and short of breath. He raised his hands to seal several of his vital points to prevent the poisonous gas from invading. As the numbness in his hands and feet gradually subsided, he stopped and looked up.
It was pitch black all around, with only sporadic moonlight leaking from between the branches of the trees. Various arrogant branches crossed, almost covering the entire sky. Thick vines wrapped around the trunks and climbed up, climbed to the top, and then fell vertically.
Each one has different thicknesses and lengths. From a distance, it looks like there are countless long snakes hanging in the air staring at you.
I don't know what kind of bird's cry it is, but the sound of "come back, come back", like a mother at home calling her child who has not returned, passed through the dark woods and reached Yan Jue's ears.
I have to say that the land of Northern Xinjiang is really scary. If an ordinary person got lost here, he would probably be scared to death. If his luck was even worse, he might even lose his life here.
Yanjue started again, looking for direction and speeding up.
He may not meet Jiao Yinchang in Thousand Bat Cave, but if he can figure out the situation inside the cave, his trip will not be in vain.
The closer you get to the Thousand Bat Cave, the more poisonous poisons are around, and some of them even appear in swarms.
A poisonous bee aimed at the right moment and flew towards Yan Jue's back, as fast as an arrow from a string. As soon as he stepped over a bunch of tangled snakes, he heard a buzzing sound behind him and quickly raised his breath and pushed his palms.
, blocking the nearby poisonous bee in mid-air. At that moment, it was like time had stopped, the poisonous bee stopped flapping its wings, and its whole body quickly turned white, and in the blink of an eye, it was covered with a layer of ice.
He took back his hand, and the thumb-sized poisonous wasp fell into the grass, freezing a small area of surrounding plants with white frost.
Yan Jue has mastered the art of keeping out the cold accurately, and although the condensation energy is slightly worse than Yuhua Fuxiang, it is definitely powerful enough.
He wrapped himself in an air conditioner so as not to be disturbed by these bugs again. Frost quickly formed wherever he stepped, and soon after he left, the frost gradually dissipated.
After walking for another quarter of an hour, Thousand Bat Cave was already in sight.
Yan Jue stopped at the cave, forced to stop by the lingering miasma inside. He took out a fire stick from his arms and blew it on. Before he had walked ten steps, the flames turned into a strange green-blue color.
He glanced sideways at the flames and continued on with an expressionless face.
For people who have learned the art of keeping out the cold, their heartbeats can sometimes be so low that there is no sign of it, and their breathing can even drop to the slowest rate, making them look like dead people.
After walking for a certain distance, the miasma worsened. Although Yan Jue had the cold protection technique to protect himself, it would still be very dangerous if he stayed inside for a long time. After all, no matter how low his breathing rate was, he still had to breathe. Over time, the miasma he inhaled would become
Increase.
Close your eyes and condense Qi from your Dantian with your palms. As you wave your left hand in the air, the purple mist slowly begins to stop. This phenomenon is really magical, just like pouring a basin of hot water into the air in an extremely cold place.
It instantly condensed into ice. It was obviously a floating and ethereal thing, but it was fixed in mid-air and stopped flowing with the wind.
No matter how light something is, it still requires strength. Once the force that makes it move disappears, it will stop. The power of the Cold Warning Technique is shocking, and I don't know if anyone will use this power to the extreme in the future.
Starting from his feet, a layer of frost quickly pushed out, connecting the cracks in the rocks of the mountain and the reptile dust, all frozen into ice.
Yanjue opened his eyes again, picked up his steps and continued to move forward. The frost extended inward with every step he took.
Soon, he came to the end of the cave.
This is a strange thing, even a very disgusting thing.
Even an invulnerable person like him couldn't help but frown.
What I saw hanging on the cliff was something similar to an animal's internal organs. It was a bit like a cow's stomach, but several times larger. It was covered with a layer of wet mucous membrane, and sometimes it was much larger at the bottom.
If it's old, it will fall down one by one. There is already a pile of mud-like white filth under the thing. It must have been there for a long time.
For a moment, he thought he had seen it wrong. That thing was like a heart, beating from time to time. He couldn't see clearly what was inside, but there must be something alive inside.
Yanjue threw the fire stick on the white filth. Because it had been left for too long, it was already dry enough to burn like feces.
The fire gradually grew stronger, and a strange light smoke slowly dispersed. Yan Jue felt something was wrong and quickly jumped back ten steps.
The filth was actually more poisonous, which frightened him.
Because there was a fire below and the temperature increased, the cocoon above suddenly started to move. It was not like it was beating regularly before, but like countless insects crawling inside.
Having seen this thing, I almost know that Jiao Yinchang is using the blood of strangers to make poison. Such a terrifying thing is definitely not easy to deal with when it breaks out of its cocoon.
He raised his sleeves to cover his nose and prepared to go back the way he came. A stone seemed to appear out of thin air and flew in from outside the cave. Yan Jue dodged sideways, and the stone made a loud noise and hit the fire, quickly suppressing the flames.
He waved his hand, and a silver chain whip shot out quickly, but the person dodged too quickly, and the whip flew into the air, only whipping up dust on the ground.
In the darkness, the man stretched out his green hand and pointed at him, and a strange laughter came from the empty cave, "I have seen you, Lord of Yanjue City!"