I don't know how long it took, but the deafening sound of war drums and the sound of fighting came from under the clouds. He looked down through the clouds and saw a large flag with the word "Xia" swaying in the wind on the tall tower of Xizhou City.
There were numerous casualties among the soldiers. Judging by their clothing, most of them were Yun Kingdom's city defenders.
There are still rows of neat and orderly tents outside the city, and on towers several feet high, there are also banners with the word "Xia" fluttering in the wind.
Although Mu Zili didn't know why Xia's army captured Yun's Xizhou, his heart suddenly stopped when he came down from the clouds. Why did this Xizhou City, filled with war smoke and smoke, smell like Meng'er?
Could it be that she and Yifeng were trapped here? He rubbed his sleeves in his arms, trying to find the bodhi leaf, but after touching for a long time, he remembered that the bodhi leaf had long been destroyed in the Xuanming Fire of Quehentian.
No matter what, if you follow this breath forward, you will definitely find Meng'er.
He was wearing a light green gown, standing with his hands behind his hands and frowning in the air, his handsome eyes swept around, and finally landed on a dark red round tent.
The round tent was very different from the surrounding military tents, not because of its color, but because it was surrounded by shadowless charms. Someone must have deliberately placed it, fearing that the person he was looking for was imprisoned inside.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly ran away and headed towards the wind, but stopped about ten feet away, staring blankly at the person in front of the tent.
He was wearing a red robe and white hair, and his body was as short as a child's, but he had a face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life and was extremely old.
I saw this man flicking his sleeves and reciting the mantra in a low voice, and the tent that was still in front of him disappeared.
After seeing the man looking ahead, showing a satisfied smile, he fluttered his sleeves and headed towards the golden-domed tent in the northwest direction, and then he slowly approached the location where the dark red tent should have been.
With his cultivation level, it was not difficult to break the Shadowless Curse, but apart from the thick stench, there was no scent of Meng'er in the air.
Could it be that she wasn't here? Mu Zili hesitated for a moment and finally didn't go in to check. Instead, he headed towards the golden-domed tent where the person who cast the spell went.
In the large golden-domed tent, a gloomy and short figure stood next to Xia Houliang. Only those eyes on his withered face seemed to be able to penetrate everything in the world. At this moment, he was looking coldly at the person kneeling in front of him.
Like Xia Houliang, the man only wore a thin robe, and his open chest revealed white porcelain-like skin. The scarlet mark on his collarbone made Yinze feel a chill.
Even though it was in front of the young master, he still couldn't hold back and spat at the man and said: "Get out!"
Xia Houliang just coughed in embarrassment, and the man rolled out of the tent.
After a long while, Yin Ze turned around and bowed respectfully to Xia Houliang, "Young Master has a noble body. Even if you get that purple jade butterfly now, you still need to take care of it! The bodies of these despicable people will only stain the Young Master.
It’s a big account, please don’t do this self-destructive thing again!”
I heard that the monarchs of the Xia Kingdom in the past dynasties all wanted to have the help of the Wu Clan to seize the throne of the Nine Provinces. Now that Xia Houliang has Yinze to help him, it will undoubtedly be even more powerful.
Yinze is Xia Houliang's military adviser in name, but in fact he is more like Xia Houliang's mentor, always urging and motivating him to reach the pinnacle of power.
But he loves Long Yang, having fun with men every day without knowing any restraint.
Now he is only in his early twenties, but his body has already become as dry as an old man's. If Yinze hadn't been using Gu beasts to channel his Yang Qi over the years, he would have become as withered as Yinze.
Xia Houliang has always been arrogant, but he respects Yinze very much. Now listening to what he said, he knew that he had good intentions for himself. Seeing that his favored person had gone away, he quickly waved his sleeves and gave way, saying: "What the military advisor said
Very true! Very true!”
After Yin Yinze took his seat, he saw that his expression softened and asked again: "Is that purple jade butterfly really as good as what the military advisor said?"
Last night, when the Imperial Master of the Yun Kingdom pretended to surrender and assassinate him, Yin Ze discovered his true identity. He originally wanted to execute them both in Ling Chi and then send their heads to Sima Luocheng as a return gift, but Yin Ze stopped him.
Seeing that Yinze was trapped by the formation, he only knew that the two of them were butterfly demons who had practiced for many years. The woman in white among them was actually a rare purple jade butterfly in the world. If she was kept by his side, he would never use the blood of poisonous beasts again.
It is not a problem for him to live longer and ascend to the throne of Kyushu.
Seeing that he was still doubtful, Yinze just said slowly: "This butterfly is not originally from the human world. It is common sense that you have never heard of it. Master, do you know why our witch clan is proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia and has superb witchcraft, but for thousands of years, it has not
Hiding away from the world?"
Xia Houliang shook his head when he heard this. He really didn't know that when Yinze came out to help him, he had also thought about it and thought that the legend was just spread randomly by people.
From the gloomy look in front of him, there must be something hidden in it.
"Our Wu tribe is not originally from Kyushu, but is the weakest tribe among the ancient Rakshasa tribe. Because the Rakshasa tribe members are brave and good at fighting and like bloodthirsty killings, but the people in the Wu tribe only love to study witchcraft and breed Gu beasts.
They are all as short as dwarfs. Therefore, our ancestors have no status in the Rakshasa clan and are often bullied by others. Over time, the Rakshasa clan leader and the saint gradually forget about the people of the Witch clan. It was during the fierce battle with the heavens.
The Saint led tens of thousands of Rakshasa tribesmen to fight to the death, but no one from our witch tribe participated in the battle. After that, the Rakshasa tribe was destroyed, but the witch tribe luckily escaped because they were too weak to attract the attention of the Emperor of Heaven."
When Yin Ze talked about this, there were actually ripples in his eyes like ancient wells. Xia Houliang was also shocked. He didn't expect that in his eyes, the powerful Wu clan people had such a bad past.
"Although the Wu tribe moved to Kyushu to live in seclusion, the ancient legends within the Rakshasa tribe have been passed down orally from generation to generation," Yinze continued. "It is said that the purple jade butterfly was born in the misty forest of the Rakshasa tribe.
The whole body is lavender, and the appearance is extremely gorgeous. Its tears are the treasures of the six realms. No matter immortals, demons or mortals, whether they are born ugly or twilight, just one tear of a purple jade butterfly can restore youth and immortality...
"
In the golden tent, a gloomy old voice slowly spoke of the many wonderful features of the purple jade butterfly. Xia Houliang leaned on the large mahogany chair, his two fox eyes glowing with a charming light, thinking about how to make the purple jade butterfly shine.
The purple jade butterfly obeyed him obediently.
At this moment, Mu Zili, who had hidden his figure, heard what Yin Ze said clearly through the gap in the tent roof. His heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and the uneasiness he had felt along the way became a reality at this moment.
Although he knew Meng'er's true identity, he had never heard of the legend about the tears of the purple jade butterfly. Now he saw the two people in the tent planning how to torture her and get her tears.
At this moment, his heart, which had been calm for many years, suddenly became filled with intense anger. He had practiced cultivation for more than ten thousand years and rarely killed any living being.
Even after fighting with Que Hentian for several months, she never thought of taking his life. She just wanted to tie him down and prevent him from taking Meng'er away.
But today, because of those sinister words and Xia Houliang's greedy eyes, he had murderous intentions.