Chapter 337 Traces
Lu Xueqi no longer hesitated, and hurried back to the room, packed up simply, picked up a compass, and hurried down the mountain.

Flying in the air with a sword, Lu Xueqi looked at the palm-sized compass in her hand with a cold face, gritting her teeth and said, "Liar! I shouldn't have believed you!"

It seems that there are always stupid women who believe in men's sweet words and can be happy for a long time with just a few words of coaxing.

Suddenly, Lu Xueqi thought of her senior sister Wen Min. Song Daren imitated Murong Ji and gave her a bouquet of flowers, which made Wen Min happy for half a month...

"How stupid..."

Lu Xueqi looked down and saw that the needle of the compass in her hand was pointing to the left, so she immediately flew after it on her sword.

On the Little Bamboo Peak, Xiao Shi pouted and wandered around Lu Xueqi's room with a pot in her hand. "Really? What's so good about this broken flower? Even when there's an urgent task, they didn't forget to assign me to work... Humph!"

Southern Xinjiang, Fenxiang Valley.

In the valley master's courtyard, Shangguan Ce pushed the door open and walked straight into Shangguan Ce's room.

When he looked up, he was shocked to find that Yun Yilan was not in the room. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the secret door.

The secret door had been destroyed, so it could no longer be hidden.

Shangguan Ce narrowed his eyes slightly and said loudly, "Is Senior Brother here? I have something to report."

"Come down."

Yun Yilan's voice came from the secret room. Shangguan Ce exhaled slowly, walked down the stairs step by step, and what came into view was a long and narrow corridor.

When I got to the end, I was shocked. Looking at the traces, there should be a door here! Where is the door? ! !

After thinking for a while, Shangguan Ce walked straight in.

When he looked up, he saw Yun Yilan sitting cross-legged under a wall with a flame painted on it.

He immediately bowed and saluted, "Greetings, Senior Brother." After standing up, Shangguan Ce asked with concern, "Senior Brother, are you feeling better now? Does the wound still hurt?"

Yun Yilan's aura suddenly relaxed. After all, they grew up together for hundreds of years. How could Yun Yilan not feel warm in his heart when he heard their caring greetings?
"Much better. How's the fourth one? Is he still... still the same?"

Shangguan Ce was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Brother...we..."

Yun Yilan knew what he was going to say and sighed, "After a hundred years of operation, all efforts were in vain. In the end, Xun'er was left with a mess."

Shangguan Ce's heart skipped a beat, "Brother, you...you..."

Yun Yilan shook his head and smiled, his face full of bitterness, "From now on, I'll rely on you, Junior Brother Shangguan."

Shangguan Ce wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word. Unconsciously, his eyes were wet, "Master, Senior Brother!"

In this battle, none of the three brothers were left behind.

Yun Yilan's foundation was damaged by Murong Ji, and he probably doesn't even know how much of his Taoism is left now.

What about himself? Shangguan Ce raised his head slightly to prevent his tears from falling. He was hit by Lu Xueqi's Heaven-Flipping Seal and was seriously injured and difficult to heal.

Those eight words 'Live long and prosper, and receive the mandate from Heaven' seemed to have some inexplicable power. The injury just couldn't be healed.

"I understand, Brother. Our business has been going on for three hundred years, but now it has become like this. It's all because of Murong Ji..."

Yun Yilan looked at Shangguan Ce gritting his teeth, smiled bitterly, and did not reply. He also hated Murong Ji, but he was too young and too experienced.

If nothing unexpected happens, for the next four hundred years, everyone will do their best to suppress Fenxiang Valley. Whether Fenxiang Valley can survive is a question...

"Let's go see the fourth one."

Outside Lu Shun's door, Yun Yilan, supported by Shangguan Ce, stood in front of the window and stared at Lu Shun in a daze.

"Pick it up! Yes, yes, pick it up."

"Ah! What is lost? What on earth have I lost?"

……

Yun Yilan's expression became increasingly ugly, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he exhaled rapidly, but in the end, nothing happened.

As soon as Shangguan Ce turned his head, Yun Yilan immediately put on a sad expression.

Yun Yilan said nothing and walked away in a daze.

At the door of Li Xun's room, Yun Yilan pushed it open. As soon as she entered, she saw Yan Hong washing Li Xun's face.

Seeing Yun Yilan coming in, Yan Hong quickly stood up and said, "Master."

"Well, how is Xun'er?"

"Brother's injury has improved, but he hasn't woken up yet."

Yun Yilan went forward to check on Li Xun's injuries and sighed, "Just take care of him."

Then he sat on a stool beside him, looked up at Yan Hong, and was about to ask a question, but suddenly, Yun Yilan wondered when did his disciple become so charming and attractive?

After a moment of trance, Yun Yilan suddenly woke up, his face a little gloomy, "Hong'er, come here!"

Yan Hong was stunned, and walked forward obediently, "Master."

Yun Yilan grabbed Yan Hong's shoulders and probed her meridians with his true energy. After a moment, he let go. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the Qingling Stone she had stuffed in the middle of her fiery red belt.

[The Qingling Stone recognized its master, especially its origin. Hong'er was right.]

"You must be resentful of me in your heart, because I send you here and there..."

Yan Hong immediately lowered his head, "Disciple doesn't dare."

Yun Yilan smiled bitterly, "I dare not, not that I can't." Yan Hong's face turned pale, "Disciple will not hate Master! If it weren't for Master, I don't know where I would have died."

Yun Yilan sighed, "It's right to have resentment. It would be abnormal if you don't have resentment." After the voice fell, he looked into Yan Hong's eyes, "Tell me the truth, do you like Xun'er?"

"I...I...don't know..."

Yun Yilan reached out and touched Yan Hong's head, sighed again, stood up and walked towards the door.

Behind him, Yan Hong showed a meaningful smile.

In a cave in Canglian Mountain, the real Yan Hong was sleeping on the bed, and a figure in red walked past her.

"Is it possible to do this?"

"The Mysterious Fire Mirror is now either in Murong Ji's body or in Gui Li's body. Which of these two can you defeat?"

The other man remained silent. He couldn't beat either of them.

"Besides, if you can't beat them, you can either steal or rob them. There are two ways. Which one do you think you can do?"

"Alright, hurry up. The queen's body is still in Murong Ji's hands. Since we can't defeat her, let's learn the human way and trade."

"But...but...he doesn't seem to be lustful..."

"Believe me, there is no man who doesn't cheat!"

Xiangzhou, Yinchuan.

It is called Yinchuan, but in fact there is no big river here. There is only an ancient river channel. It is unknown how long ago that this long-dried river was called Yinchuan.

After a long time, people got used to it, and over time, it was passed down.

Inside Yinchuan City.

"Shopkeeper, give me some sesame cakes."

Tian Buyi paid the bill, took the paper bag handed over by the waiter, picked up a freshly baked pancake, and took a bite. "Well, it's really good. The shop owner has great craftsmanship!"

"Master, you are too kind."

Tian Buyi waved his hand, put away the rest of the pancakes, and walked out of the city.

The journey to the wilderness and the pursuit of fugitives taught him the art of tracking, and even after all these years, he has not lost his skills.

He flew away on his sword, searching back and forth among the mountains, but he did not find any trace.

Tian Buyi frowned slightly, "Could it be that he lives in the city? This is difficult to deal with."

With a glance, he saw the dilapidated house in the distance, the charity cemetery.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment, then flew over on his sword and stuffed the remaining pancake into his mouth. Then he landed on the ground, bent down slightly, and looked at the dust on the ground to see if there were any footprints.

When he looked around, he actually found something. Tian Buyi was delighted and looked around, but there was no sign of human activity.

Tian Buyi walked towards the charity cemetery. When he looked inside, he saw that the place was full of dust and cobwebs, which were signs of human activity.

He walked forward cautiously, came to the side of the coffin, lifted the coffin lid slightly, found a safe position, and then opened the coffin lid completely.

Looking inside, Tian Buyi took a breath of cold air, Murong Ji!
"Seventh Brother! Seventh Brother!?"

After calling out twice, there was no response from Murong Ji. Tian Buyi's heart skipped a beat. He moved closer and saw that Murong Ji's body was all blue and purple. He was dead!
"Seventh Brother!" Tian Buyi stepped forward and sniffed his breath. His heart sank to the bottom. In a hurry, he reached out and touched Murong Ji's chest, but it was unusually quiet.

Unconsciously, Tian Buyi's hands were shaking. When his true energy probed into his meridians, it was shaken away by a huge force.

He staggered due to the shock. Tian Buyi was shocked and tried again, only to find that Murong Ji's meridians were unusually strong.

This level is no worse than his 400-year-old eighth level Shangqing level!

I just don’t know what happened to Murong Ji at this time. He is in a state of suspended animation.

Tian Buyi felt relieved and when he helped Murong Ji out of the coffin, he discovered that there was a cut on the abdomen of his robe.

Tian Buyi's eyes focused and he went to look for Murong Ji's wound. Apart from the traces, there was no wound. He carried him on his back and walked outside.

As soon as I walked out the door, I ran into a man coming back from outside, wearing a black robe.

Tian Buyi glanced at the dark blue Taoist robe that was faintly visible under the black robe, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Daoxuan."

"Junior Brother Tian..."

When Murong Ji regained consciousness, all he saw was darkness. He couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

Or, is it that he is already dead and his soul has been collected by the Diamond Bracelet?

The pain and numbness in his body made him realize that he was still alive.

He raised his hand, but it was only a slight movement. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He exhaled slowly, his breath was weak.

The method of fetal breathing can nourish the soul and is also of great benefit to one's own cultivation. Murong Ji was not in a hurry and took in the air slowly.

Stimulate the flow of true energy and blood.

After a few breaths, my whole body began to melt like winter snow, and the feeling gradually emerged.

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​please eat something."

Murong Ji was startled, a little surprised, "Junior Brother Tian?" Then he realized, who else could it be except his master?

(End of this chapter)