Twenty-five Yuanying monks
The monk was sitting at the edge of the cell, with a small table in front of him with paper and pen. He was writing, but stopped when he saw the girl.
He didn't think the girl's unresponsive monologue was boring, so he took her hand, brought her to him, and stroked her hair: "My master said that it's impossible to make a medicine man. I don't believe it. You will succeed. You will be my successful work."
The girl opened her eyes and showed no intention of resisting his actions.
Lu Yinche hid behind an empty cell, thinking that this man still had a master, what a misfortune for his sect.
The Nascent Soul cultivator might have some kind of tacit understanding with Lu Yinche. He patted the girl's head and continued, "Do you know who my master is? You definitely don't know. Although he's so famous, you're just a soulless little fool. His name is Lu Yinche, and he was once the most knowledgeable person in the world about medicine."
Lu Yinche's eyes were confused. Who? Me?
Xie Juncun hid his figure, pulled his sleeve, and the two continued to listen.
"What a pity. She lost her life for a man and now she has no idea where she is struggling to survive. Maybe if I can make a medicine man, I can save him. Are you willing to be his medicine, Zhiniang?" He smiled at the girl, as if he was looking at her, but his eyes were empty and he didn't know where they were looking.
The girl nodded.
"Good boy, Zhiniang, you are a good boy." The Yuanying cultivator smiled. If he hadn't made up his mind to send someone to death, he would have been a gentle elder. "He is a good man and will like you too."
Chewing a living person to prolong life.
Lu Yinche felt that this was also a form of torture.
Am I really going to die? Isn't Wei Qi's exaggeration a habit? Am I experiencing a last gasp of life? A last gasp of life can last this long. Lu Yinche is amazing.
Lu Yinche thought that he would have to explain a few more things to Xie Juncun later, otherwise there would be no need to investigate and he could just hand him over to the Immortal Alliance. He would definitely be sentenced to death and reincarnated ten times.
Xie Juncun is very quiet.
The Nascent Soul cultivator flipped open the book on the table with one hand, scanned a line of words, and thought: "You should take a blood bath. It will be good for your body. You don't need to come here anymore."
The girl responded and pointed to the cell where the porridge was placed: "Sister..."
"What kind of sister is she to you? Two Jindan gave birth to a pair of useless children. After decades of cultivation, they only managed to establish a foundation. It's really a waste of their mother's stomach."
He pulled Zhiniang over and kicked the iron door open. The figure on the bed moved, but before he could raise his hands, the monk pulled him out of bed.
In the dim light, the red mole between her eyebrows was particularly conspicuous, so bright that it looked like a wound being gnawed.
The monk walked to the desk behind his former author, where there was a decent cabinet piled with books and an oil lamp. He picked up the lamp and handed it to Zhiniang. The bookcase moved to one side, revealing a gap in the wall, probably natural, only wide enough for a person to pass sideways.
Both the weaver and the monk were very thin and short, and the person in their hands was just a bag of bones.
The figure quickly disappeared into the gap.
Lu Yinche checked the surroundings and found no formations before speaking, "How bold! The people backing him must be very arrogant."
He also said: "Don't trust the enemy easily. This is an illegal sponsorship. I haven't even received any money."
Xie Juncun knew what he meant and said sincerely, "I believe in you, senior."
He answered so cheerfully that Lu Yinche felt a sense of guilt. It shouldn't have been him, right?
"Good boy."
He patted Xie Juncun on the shoulder, took a step forward, picked up the book left on the table by the Yuanying cultivator, and flipped through it: "Look at this, it's a pity that this mind is not used on the right path."
The book records dozens of cases of medicine making by medicine men. It seems that it is not the only one because it only covers a period of one month.
As for the specific progress of each bucket at each hour of each day, some were crossed out, some were circled, and there was only one page. There were no names written, only incomprehensible codes such as A, B, C, and D.
There are two exceptions. The first sentence of the weaver girl written at the front is "In the seventh year, the bone age is reduced by ten years. It is beneficial to eat the second child. She no longer remembers the first one."
Lu Yinche frowned.
Bone age reduction?
It is not rejuvenation in appearance, but a return to the past in the essential sense.
Almost unheard of.
The Nascent Soul cultivator recorded many actions here at Zhiniang.
He cherished this work and planned her every meal and every sleep in great detail, whether she ate bone marrow or bathed in human blood. The more detailed it was, the more nerve-wracking it was.
On the latest page, he wrote something different from the previous ones, seemingly a casual thought: "The weaver is very good. I will finish it faster than my senior sister."
What to accomplish?
There's more than one person in your sect practicing this kind of evil magic, right? Is this considered an honor? You're still rolling up your sleeves.
Lu Yinche's face turned pale, and Xie Juncun had already turned to the last page.
That's another exception.
Her name is Zhang Yuening.
On the 3rd, he took the soul-locking sand and his soul left his body.
On the morning of the 4th, □□ had abdominal pain and bleeding.
In the afternoon of the 4th, he attempted to escape.
On the 5th day, □□ continued to have blood in his stool and refused to eat.
On the 7th, a blood bath.
On the 8th, she cried so loudly that it was unbearable, what a temper of a young lady.
On the 9th, I tried to talk to Zhiniang and was discovered by the guards. How come I didn’t die?
On the 10th, the soul dissipated. It was a waste, suspected to have been damaged when the Meng family kidnapped it.
On the 11th, he was bathed in blood but did not die.
On the 12th, he didn’t die.
On the 13th, Zhiniang came to bring her food again, but she didn't listen and needed to be quarantined.
On the 14th, the Meng family said they would use this again to match other souls.
On the 15th, he didn’t die.
On the 16th, he was bathed in blood but did not die.
On the 17th, the weaver girl ran here again.
On the 18th, he was bathed in blood, fainted, and took two mouthfuls of soul-locking sand, but did not die.
On the 19th, perhaps some spirits were left behind and tried to escape again. Could the front yard be more strictly controlled?
On the 20th, I was almost dying.
At the bottom of this page, the Nascent Soul cultivator wrote: □□ still has some remaining consciousness of resistance, but is no better than the bastards above. The Meng family is meddling in everything, so what's the point of training them?
Xie Juncun put the book back in its place. "The Meng family kidnapped Zhang Yuening. What's going on with Zhang Ri'an? Yang Qingmei suspects him."
"It could be something like a mouse, but it's not certain. He attended the Queen Mother's Banquet normally. If he was also a person with a departed soul, someone would have discovered it that day. We can go back and ask about it later." Lu Yinche said, "Let's go and take a look."
He pointed at the crack in the stone wall where the Nascent Soul cultivator entered.
…
It was hard to feel the time passing underground, and the city had already fallen into night.
The people in the Zhang family's villa were robbed. It took a lot of manpower just to collect the scattered stones on the ground. Unexpectedly, the two little thieves ran back again.
Lu Denghe lay on the roof, carefully restraining his breath. Yang Deyou had already concluded that there was no one in the main house.
Could it be that he had already left when they ran away?
The room had a window that was half-open, enough for them to sneak in from the back when no one was around. The room was simply furnished, with common utensils and no expensive paintings or calligraphy. There was only a vase, a plain white porcelain vase.
There are two plum blossoms in it.
"Where are the plum blossoms in August?"
"Fake."
Lu Denghe touched it, and before he withdrew his hand, he saw a crack in the floor tiles behind the table where the vase was placed.
He waved and asked Yang Deyou to come and see: "Is this a tunnel?"
…
Lu Yinche and Xie Juncun, one in front and one behind, squeezed into the gap for about an incense stick of time. Fortunately, no one was approaching from that side, otherwise, in such a cramped place, even the two of them would inevitably collide with each other, and they would definitely be caught in the trap.
However, when you walk to the back, the passage is slightly wider and has a tendency to go upward. There are traces of artificial excavation on both sides. You may have entered the underground fortifications of a certain gang. In some places, wooden beams are used to support the walls to prevent soil from collapsing.
They came to a fork in the road, about as wide as a bed. There were two roads ahead, and a torch was stuck at the corner. Lu Yinche stopped.
"They all smell the same. Let's go our separate ways."
Xie Juncun disagreed. The firelight illuminated his tense brows. He took a few steps forward and then stepped back. "There's a sound of water on the left. It might lead to an underground river."
Lu Yinche said, "You're on the left, I'll be on the right. If you meet someone you can't beat, run away."
As he said this, he wanted to take out some talismans from his body and give them to him, but then he realized that all the talismans he had written in the restaurant were given to Lu Denghe.
He looked at Xie Juncun. He had reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, and was only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage. It was nothing to worry about. He was also the most capable sword cultivator. Wei Qi could use him as a bodyguard, so he should be quite good.
He warned, "Just go and take a look, don't alert the enemy. Watch for half an hour, and when you understand, leave. We will meet up with Wei Qina."
He added, "If we want to raid their lair, we have to let Xie Qiaosheng come back. He'll be eating and drinking all the delicious food. If he doesn't do anything, he'll choke to death."
Xie Juncun had no choice but to give him the sword he had been holding in his arms.
Lu Yinche had dropped a certain realm, but it was still the Palm Realm. He also had a secret that he hadn't told anyone. He could directly draw on the spiritual power in the罡气. How could he take the child's sword?
However, he had always been a little curious, just like a collector who was excited about the sight of prey. Xie Juncun directly handed over the sword, his movements were natural and without any reluctance, and he didn't seem to be joking.
Lu Yinche took the sword, feeling it heavy and icy cold in his hand. He teased him, "Don't do that next time. This is a cultivator's personal sword. Your sword is a divine weapon, no matter how you look at it. How can you let someone else play with it so easily?"
The sword has no patterns on its body, and is extremely simple, with only a line of cold light flowing through it, indicating its extraordinary sharpness, but it has a natural and cold aura.
Compared with his Mingye, or those famous instruments he had seen before, such as Yan Yanshu's Qianyuan, it was not much worse.
"What a wonderful sword!" Lu Yinche praised sincerely, his fingertips brushing across the cold sword spine. "Is it the work of a famous master?"
Xie Juncun said calmly, "My mother made it."
Lu Yinche was stunned.
He originally thought that Xie Juncun and Xie Qiaosheng were both orphans adopted by Cheng Xiaozong, but he didn't expect that they were related.
He returned the sword, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back: "Ah, let's talk about it later. Let's hurry up. Isn't it time for dinner up there after dark?"
I don’t know if he was thinking about eating, but Xie Juncun’s figure was agile and he quickly ran into the darkness. Lu Yinche did not waste any time and walked into the passage on the right.
This road is obviously going up. Not far away, you can see bluestone tiles. The light is getting brighter and brighter, and you can see clearly without torches.
Lu Yinche heard human voices.
Suddenly, the view before my eyes opened up to a valley.
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