The snow on Jiahuang Mountain has fallen layer after layer, which is deep enough to bury bones. Standing on the Mo Pagoda, Baili Fengjian lowered his head and looked down. The rolling eaves are still like a pair of huge wings. There are countless long wings below.
The deep corridors, the countless sealed days and nights.
The wind picked up again, and the sky and earth were as heavy as covered with a layer of cotton wool. The footprints on the ground were swept away in a moment, as if no one had ever been there.
The chaos caused by Xiao Jin and Hong Yi ended hastily, and order in the Nanqiong Sect was being re-established. But what kept Baili Fengjian dazzled was not these trivial things, but Jing Che from Hong Yi's mouth.
It's been eight years. He didn't want to recall the tortuous mood during this period. He would often feel that she was still around him, and he would blurt out "Ah Che" unconsciously, and then he would remember that she had left. She had resolutely shouldered the crime.
Disappeared without a trace.
This was the first time in eight years that he had heard of her whereabouts, and he was almost overjoyed, even though this kind of emotional ups and downs was extremely rare in his life. He was willing to abandon the entire Nanqiong to catch Hongyi,
He was willing to use all means, no matter what method, as long as he could pry out the whereabouts of A Che from Hong Yi's mouth. But the woman refused to give in and seemed to have a certain determination to die. He, who had always been domineering, could only be in this situation.
A kind of passive position, which she whetted her appetite.
"Sword Master." A disciple called him from behind.
He turned around.
The disciple looked a little hesitant and took a breath before he dared to say: "Today, the disciple checked the stone-holding platform again and found that the Mirror Boundary Stone inside was fake. I used a blinding method before to not see it. Now that it has failed, I found that it was just a fake."
An ordinary stone..."
Then he handed the stone over.
Baili Fengjian glanced at it, frowned, and threw it to the ground. He waved his sleeves with some annoyance and went ahead, while the remaining timid disciple hurriedly followed.
He stepped directly into the Immortal Prison and saw Hongyi sitting there with her head down lifelessly. Baili Fengjian pinched her chin. There was still dried blood on the corners of her lips. Behind the mask was empty darkness and a pair of eyes.
Closed tightly.
He checked her breathing and found that she was no longer breathing, but she still maintained her original temperature.
"What's going on?" He raised his eyes and glanced at the prison officer.
The criminal officer said hurriedly: "My disciples don't know that no one has come in since the Sword Master Kazuya Xiu came here."
"Go and ask Mr. Lu to come!" He said with a domineering aura that was not angry but self-defeating.
Lu Shenyu hurried over within a moment, and Baili Fengjian motioned for her to show Hong Yi.
Lu Shenyu squatted down and felt Hong Yi's pulse for a long time, and then said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be the Shenxue Jue."
Baili Fengjian's expression turned ugly: "Who gave her the Blood-Sinking Art?!"
The Sinking Blood Jue just suppressed the toxicity of the Red Ming Gu. If Shen Xue Jue didn't understand it and she kept sleeping like this, there really was nothing he could do.
He looked at this woman who was sleeping and motionless. If it weren't for the strong pressure of reason, he would have wanted to kill her with one sword. But as soon as he killed her, he would know the whereabouts of Jing Che.
He had never felt like he was being teased like this - like a fly teasing a lion with ease. He was obviously not a strong person, but he could accurately find his weakness and squeeze it tightly. It was just a blind trick.
He defrauded the Mirror Boundary Stone, and now he uses the Sinking Blood Art to seal himself away.
Anger burned in his chest, blood surged in his throat, and he felt that he could no longer suppress it. With a sound of "Wow--", he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
"Senior brother——" Lu Shenyu's voice was urgent, and he hurriedly came up to support him.
Baili Fengjian wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth without hesitation, and smiled at Lu Shenyu: "I'm fine."
"Brother, you've been coughing up blood for several years, right?" Lu Shenyu looked at Baili Fengjian worriedly, "Could it be the sequelae of staying in the Phantom Fire Burning Ground for too long?"
"It's really not a problem." Baili Fengjian waved his hand and forced the breath in his chest.
In fact, the phantom fire burning field that year was just a prompting factor. The real reason was that he forcibly suppressed the demon king's soul. And with his mortal body and body fighting against the thousand-year-old demon king's soul, it would be a bit difficult after a long time.
But Lu Shenyu didn't believe his perfunctory words. He always acted like he didn't care about anything. Lu Shenyu put his fingers firmly on his wrist, checked his pulse, and frowned gradually, and asked in horror: "Senior brother, how come your body is like this?"
So exhausted?"
"Perhaps I drank too much," Baili Fengjian withdrew his hand nonchalantly, glanced at the red clothes on the ground, and changed the subject, "Isn't there no solution at all in the Anti-Sinking Blood Art?"
"Only her own blood can solve it, but her blood is now solidified in the magic formula and cannot be extracted. There is nothing else that can be done."
Baili Fengjian suppressed his emotions, nodded slightly to Lu Shenyu, and left with his hands behind his hands. No matter how calm his face was, his heart was in a mess and he couldn't figure it out.
Lu Shenyu also returned to Jingyufeng, secretly worried about Baili Fengjian's condition, and faced a sound heron flying towards her. She subconsciously reached out to intercept it, and just as she was pulling out the letter inside, half a pill rolled out.
After studying the pill for a while, he put it near his nose and sniffed it. Lu Shenyu showed a slightly happy expression on his face. However, when he glanced at the letter, his eyebrows frowned more and more before he could relax.
Holding the ball of paper and crumpling it in the palm of his hand, with snowy light in his eyes, Lu Shenyu thought for a long time and seemed to have made some decision. He didn't even enter the Jing Yufeng Hall and went straight to the direction of Mo Pagoda to wield his sword.
Yu Wenwei hadn't left seclusion yet, and he was also handling some things for her in the palace. When he saw Lu Shenyu coming over, he respectfully handed over his hands: "Uncle Lu."
"When will the master come out of seclusion?"
Ye Xiu wanted to answer, but a voice came out from the inner hall first, and then someone came out: "Junior sister came in time, I just came out of seclusion."
Lu Shenyu stepped forward to greet him, looking anxious: "Do you know, Senior Sister?"
"What do you know?" Yaxiu glanced at him.
Ye Xiu cupped his hands and answered: "The Sword Master said that the leader did not need to disturb his retreat, so he never reported it to the master. Xiao Jin and Hong Yi from the imperial capital raided Nanqiong a few days ago and stole the Mirror Boundary Stone."
Is it possible that people from the imperial capital also want to enter the bottom floor of the imperial mausoleum? Yu Wenwei looked wary. Fortunately, before that, Yu Wenwei used Gong Lin's blood to infiltrate the boundary stone and describe the appearance of the map.
Yesiu continued: "The Sword Master captured Hong Yi and is now locked up in the Immortal Prison."
"Isn't it just right to exchange the red clothes for the Mirror Boundary Stone?"
"Senior sister, it's not that simple!" Lu Shenyu whispered a few words in Yu Wenwei's ear, and then showed her the letter.
In exactly the same way, Yu Wenwei had a solemn expression on her face, even more so than Lu Shenyu. She looked at the letter in her hand repeatedly for a while, raised her eyes and said, "His body... is important."