42 Close and Distant

"Don't prick me! I told you not to prick me, but I'm angry! Hey, hey, hey, I'm your senior sister, so what's wrong with taking a few bowls of medicine from you?"

"Hey, a few bowls of medicine? If it weren't so heavy, I'm afraid you'd even want to take the medicine cauldron with you!"

"Just consider it as a way to show your respect to your senior sister in advance, that's enough, stop chasing me!"

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"Ouch, you hit me to death, Murong He, what are you standing here for? Go away."

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Hua Lang opened her eyes. The familiar furnishings in the house and the deliberately suppressed noise outside the door finally made her feel that she had escaped from the dragon cave.

She threw off the quilt and got out of bed, pushed the door open and saw the sea of pear blossoms that had bloomed exceptionally brilliantly while she was away, as well as Ming Jinshu and Gong Huaqiu chasing after Murong He.

Hua Lang: ...

Murong He suddenly stretched out his hand, and his broad arms instantly separated the two extremely childish people.

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Ming Jinshu followed his gaze and noticed Hua Lang standing in front of the door.

She took a few big steps and ran behind Hua Lang, staring at Gong Huaqiu with a stern face warily.

"You can't possibly stab Junior Sister!"

Gong Huaqiu glared at Ming Jinshu, put away the needle, walked up to Hua Lang and said, "Now that you're awake, tell me where your spiritual energy went."

Hua Lang was waiting for him to explain, but Gong Huaqiu also seemed to be waiting for her to speak, and the two of them stared at each other.

Hua Lang then realized he was asking her, but she had no idea what was going on. She could only weakly say, "Maybe...something sucked it away?"

This answer was too perfunctory. Gong Huaqiu stared at her coldly, "You don't look like you've gone crazy. Could it be that you've been poisoned? If you go down the mountain, I'll really find work for your senior brother."

Ming Jinshu said unhappily, "If you can't speak, go and make your medicine."

She lowered her head and asked Hua Lang, "Junior Sister, who was so audacious as to poison you? Tell me, and I'll skin him alive!"

Hua Lang was even more confused than them.

Poison? What kind of poison?

She was in Luoshui Village and had no chance of being poisoned. This was clearly the fault of the dog system!

Staring at the two of them, Hua Lang replied with considerable pressure, "I...I don't know either."

Hearing her say this, Ming Jinshu and Gong Huaqiu frowned at the same time.

Gong Huaqiu had a shocked expression as if to say, "Are you so stupid that you don't even know you've been poisoned?"

After a while, he slowly said, "If you don't know, then it will be difficult. Although I am a practitioner of medicine and poison, I have never seen such a poison."

Ming Jinshu rolled his eyes at Gong Huaqiu and said, "If you don't know, go back and read more books. What's the point of telling Junior Sister about it? You only know how to scare her!"

She comforted Hua Lang, "Don't be afraid, let's go find our master. That old drunkard has read a lot of poison books in his early years. He must have a way!"

That’s right, Mo Jinghong even knows about cold poison, so maybe he really knows what poison he was infected with.

Hua Lang, who was in a state of panic, instantly calmed down and said, "Then I will go ask Master."

As she spoke, she glanced at the wooden house that had been rebuilt nearby, belonging to Yan Rong, and asked, "Senior Sister, how is the matter at Luoshui Manor going?"

Ming Jinshu patted her head and straightened his expression. "We already know what happened at Luoshui Manor. We have sent disciples to eliminate the demonic aura underground. As for the demon fox, it is now imprisoned in the Demon Tower."

Hua Lang: "What about Yan Rong and Wang Shuiyi, how are they doing?"

"Don't worry, the children are all fine. Wang Moqi has been protecting them all the way. Judging by the time, they should have entered the Luoyin Secret Realm by now."

Hua Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

Ming Jinshu glanced at the sky, squeezed Hua Lang's hand, and whispered, "The sect's affairs have not been dealt with today, so Senior Sister has to return to Huatang Peak. If you have anything, please feel free to come to Senior Sister."

Dealing with affairs within the sect?

Hua Lang asked blankly, "Isn't Senior Sister back?"

Ming Jinshu said, "Your senior sister is still looking for someone. She just happened to be passing by Heshui this time. It will take a few days for her to return to Qinglai. It's actually because she sensed the Emerald Jade Seal in your body. If she had arrived a moment later, I, your senior sister, would have been scared to death by you."

Hua Luodeng left again?!

Hua Lang asked anxiously, "Senior Sister, can you contact Senior Sister?"

Contact her for what?

Ming Jinshu was puzzled, but still replied, "If we want to find her, only Master can do it."

Hua Lang was stunned for a moment, and an absurd guess emerged in her mind -

The main line seems to be shifting at any time.

In fact, we have always been on the right track!

Nothing has changed in Hualang.

She originally thought that Hua Luodeng's early appearance could change Qinglai's fate, but as if it was already destined by fate, Hua Luodeng, who had the highest martial power, disappeared again.

Mo Jinghong...oh, and Master!

Ming Jinshu was unaware of the impending storm, so she reminded him, "Your eldest disciple is still lying in the house. He's seriously injured and hasn't woken up yet."

Xie Han was shocked...

Hua Lang's thoughts instantly became a tangled mess when she thought of this name. She nervously stepped into Xie Hanjing's room, walked around the screen, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xie Hanjing lying on the bed, still unconscious.

She didn't know how to face the sober Xie Hanjing.

What is he in his heart?

If the main plot cannot be shaken or changed, Xie Hanjing will eventually embark on the path of practicing the ruthless way.

Hua Lang clenched his fists, a tiny glimmer of hope rising in his heart.

Xie Hanjing was seriously injured and should not expose his demon bloodline. Yan Rong is now in the secret realm. Perhaps there is still room for reversal.

Thinking of this, Hua Lang couldn't help but breathe faster. A great sense of guilt overwhelmed her, making it difficult for her to analyze whether what was submerged underneath was true love or falsehood.

She originally came here to maintain the main plot, but now she is praying that the main plot will deviate!

After taking a last look at Xie Hanjing who was still unconscious, Hua Lang hurried out the door. She lowered her head and headed straight for Qijing Peak.

When she reached the quiet bottom of the mountain, she suddenly felt uneasy and turned her head back.

It’s Murong He.

He no longer followed Hua Lang quietly as before. He walked over and his tall body instantly covered Hua Lang.

Then he grabbed Hua Lang's hand.

"Fourth Senior Brother?" Hua Lang looked at Murong He in surprise.

Murong He's rough fingertips slid across Hua Lang's vitals, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, his face twisted, as if he was extremely angry!

There was no warning. Hua Lang was frightened by his anger and quickly pulled his hand back. Then he heard a hoarse, painful voice sounding above his head.

"It's a curse! He wants to harm more people!"

Hua Lang didn't expect him to speak. For a moment, he could only stare at Murong He in shock, "You, you're not mute?!"

Murong He grabbed Hua Lang again with such force that he almost broke her hand.

He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his words were incoherent, "What is your relationship with mother?! Sister, you are my sister!"

Hua Lang suddenly shook him off and cried out in a lost voice, "Fourth Brother, what are you doing? I am Hua Lang, not your sister!"

Murong He looked miserable, completely ignoring Hua Lang's words. He continued to speak to himself, as if to make up for what he hadn't said in the past few decades. "Have you forgotten your mother? Murong Jun, the previous head of Qinglai! She is your mother!"

Hua Lang took a step back, "What are you talking about? Murong Jun is our senior sister-in-law, and the previous leader's surname was clearly Lin!"

Murong He lowered his head, looking powerless yet furious. Veins popped out of his neck, and he suddenly said, "Lin, no, Lin!"

As if he had thought of something, he roared, "Tian Shu, give me Tian Shu."

Hua Lang couldn't summon Tian Shu because she didn't have the spiritual energy, so naturally she couldn't give it to him. Although she wanted to know what Murong He wanted to say, Murong He was not in his right mind at the moment and seemed like he would break her neck at any time.

Hua Lang turned around and wanted to leave immediately.

Murong He grabbed her arm, and the powerful spiritual energy rushed into Hua Lang's body along her arm, causing her to scream in severe pain.

But Murong He was still immersed in his hatred. It was not until Tian Shu, who was in the Hualang Spiritual Sea, was summoned out by him that Murong He withdrew his spiritual energy. He said violently:

"The master that Tianshu recognizes is Murong Jun! You should have the surname Murong!"

Seeing Hua Lang staring at him in fear, Murong He seemed to be begging and threatening, his originally handsome features becoming extremely terrifying, "Go down the mountain, now, come down the mountain with me!"

After saying that, he actually pulled Hua Lang away.

Hua Lang was completely unable to withstand his strength. In panic, she shouted, "Coal Ball!"

Murong He turned his head and suddenly a pitch-black creature pounced on his face. The creature seemed to have sharp fangs and bit his face in an instant.

Murong He felt pain and wanted to tear the coal balls.

Hua Lang took advantage of him letting go and quickly fled to the top of the mountain. Behind her, Murong He shook off the coal ball and strode after her.

Hua Lang was gasping for breath, his heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat!

Mo Jinghong!

She must find Mo Jinghong quickly!

But since Mo Jinghong went into seclusion, Fengyou Palace has been empty. The heavy footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer. Seeing that Hua Lang had nowhere to hide, she suddenly thought of a place!

Wine cave!

Mo Jinghong must be in the wine cave!

When she first came to Qinglai, Mo Jinghong took her there once. The originally vague route became exceptionally clear in the crisis, and Hua Lang suddenly rushed towards the wine cave...

I heard the footsteps circling above my head for a while, and finally heading somewhere else.

Hua Lang, who had dared not move, felt like he was reborn and began to breathe deeply.

The wine cave was quiet, with only the smell of candle wax in the air. After half an incense stick of time, Hua Lang finally caught his breath.

She looked around the wine cave.

There was no one here except for the piled up wine jars.

Where is Mo Jinghong?

If Mo Jinghong was not there, she would have to go find Ming Jinshu or Gong Huaqiu. Wuling Peak was too far away from the junction of the inner and outer gates, and only Huatang Peak was the closest.

After planning the route, Hua Lang swallowed.

Murong He just said that the previous head of Qinglai was Murong Jun, but when she first came to Qinglai, she had already met all the previous heads in the library!

What exactly happened to Murong He?

Unable to figure out the problem for the time being, Hua Lang stood up and looked at the burning candle, feeling inexplicably nauseous.

She ran for too long and the smell of candle wax made her want to vomit.

……wrong.

Hua Lang touched his chest and looked at the candle, which was covered by a lampshade to prevent the wine from igniting...

Why is the candle smell so strong? And... shouldn't the wine cave smell like wine?

Hua Lang slowly walked towards the wine jar. She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips easily pierced the wine jar.

A trick!

She did not hesitate, step by step...

Walked into another stone chamber hidden behind the wine jar.

The vast ground was covered with densely packed candles, emitting an unpleasant smell of candle oil.

And in the center of the candle array is a small, familiar soul lamp.

The jumping soul core was almost suppressed by the candlelight.

I could only vaguely see the white ray that was different from other soul lamps!

It's her soul lamp!

Hua Lang hurriedly stepped over the candle array and walked to the soul lamp.

Neatly folded women's clothes, hairpins, and even the seal of the leader of Qinglai... were all pointed at the soul lamp at a strange angle.

She took up a thin open volume—

"The new disciple is called Mo Jinghong. That's too ugly. His senior brother is called Aqing, so why not call him Ashu? One is close, the other is distant. It's just right!"

Mo Jinghong is Ah Shu? !

Hua Lang's chest suddenly palpitated, and the unspeakable tearing sensation made her fall to her knees.

Just as the knocked-over candle was about to singe the hair hanging down her neck, a hand gathered her hair.

Before she knew it, there was already someone standing behind her...

The arm supporting his body began to tremble, and Hua Lang turned his head to the side.

Mo Jinghong, with his neatly tied white hair, was looking down at him, his expression difficult to discern, but his voice was kind and almost ambiguous.

"It's been a long time, are you finally coming back..."