Chapter 69: Fragment 7: What happened to my Master's Wife?
Ying Zhiwei, the instigator, finally came to her senses. Oh my god, was Long Zhu really planning to lead her all the way to the championship? She only needed to rank ahead of Ying Siqian...
She quickly jumped up and dragged the other person off the chess table.
Meng Caiyun and Wang Fengxu gathered around him and asked, "You mean this?"
Long Zhu nodded as if it was a matter of course. "Yeah, she recruited me to help me find someone, and then I helped her fight in this martial arts competition. It's only fair."
"Yes, yes, yes," Wang Fengxu said, still feeling a lingering fear. "Luckily, I wasn't picked."
Long Zhu's appearance attracted attention from many parties. Although the competition on the stage was still going on, she could feel that some eyes, whether obvious or hidden, were still circling around her.
This powerful creature recorded in ancient books suddenly appeared, but had no intention of opposing humans. As a result, the Five Mountains of the Zhu Alliance could not find a way to get along with it for a while. Judging from the attitude of Taoist Lingsu, it seemed that he did not intend to make trouble. Perhaps he was prepared to turn a blind eye and maintain the fragile peace relationship between the two sides.
Of course, Meng Caiyun and the others couldn't care less. After all, they knew Long Zhu's strength very well. If Long Zhu suddenly wanted to cause trouble one day, they would not be his opponent at all.
Suddenly, Long Zhu raised his head and looked around blankly.
Ying Zhiwei asked, "What's wrong?"
"There seems to be a bad smell." Long Zhu didn't notice anything: "Strange."
It felt a little familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had encountered it before.
The second round of competition began. Lan Huai walked onto the stage, his eyes meeting Long Zhu's. He smiled at her, then raised his hands in a gesture reminiscent of the old Changfeng Monastery greeting. Long Zhu nodded, his eyes perplexed by her unfamiliar attire.
Unfortunately, the person walking up from the opposite side was Fang Ya.
Lan Huai was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure: "I give up."
After saying that, he turned and walked downstairs. Fang Ya said angrily, "Come back! I don't recognize you!"
This was the first time I saw someone not letting their opponent admit defeat. In the end, both of them refused to listen to the judges' instructions and argued fiercely, so they were both eliminated.
Amidst the quarrel, Long Zhu still looked irritable and upset.
She took Ying Zhiwei's hand and drew something on it. Light blue spiritual energy lines disappeared in an instant. "It's still early for your next match. Please go out for a while."
Ying Zhiwei was surprised: "What's wrong?"
"It's hard to say," Long Zhu raised his eyes, his dark pupils emitting an invisible pressure, "Something has sneaked in."
Ying Zhiwei was frightened by her appearance and shuddered suddenly. He immediately grabbed his schoolbag and radio and said, "Okay, I'll go to the Qingcheng Temple's temple to rest first."
She walked out of the dojo without looking back. Ying Siqian and Ying Simeng looked at each other and followed her secretly.
After climbing out of the cave, Ying Zhiwei heard someone chasing her with a bad tone.
Ying Siqian said with a sour face: "What is your relationship with that strange woman?"
Ying Zhiwei raised his eyebrows: "I told you, that's the ghost I took in."
"You're kidding!" Ying Siqian cursed. "Don't I know your level? What kind of conspiracy are you pulling?"
"Me?" Ying Zhi smiled. "Why should I tell you? Are we familiar with each other?"
Ying Siqian was annoyed and reached out to pull her, but as soon as he touched her, a powerful light blue spiritual barrier blew him away and he fell into the crevice of the rock next to him, making it difficult to pull him out.
Ying Zhiwei stared dumbfounded, her head lowered, looking at the palm of her hand. After a moment, she came to her senses and smiled even more brightly: "For the sake of our fellow tribe, I advise you to run away from here. Who knows what terrible things might happen!"
Having said that, she turned around and left, leaving Ying Simeng crying bitterly and trying hard to pull the person out of the crevice.
Meng Caiyun, who had witnessed Long Zhu escorting Ying Zhiwei away, finally spoke up: "Why don't you let us go with you?"
Long Zhu said righteously: "She is not very good."
Wang Feng raised his hand weakly: "I'm also a badass..."
At this moment, the announcement came from the stage. This time it was the turn of Meng Caiyun and the mysterious brown-haired woman Mingjue.
Meng Caiyun thought that the opponent had won before by using ghosts, so this time he might have to use talismans to fight the enemy - after all, ghosts are evil creatures, and talismans and magic tools have a certain suppressive effect on them.
But Mingjue didn't move after he came on stage. He had one hand behind his back and the other hand was hooking his hair boredly. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked relaxed and at ease.
Meng Caiyun had no choice but to take the initiative and took out his peach wood sword to fight with him. Mingjue just dodged and had no intention of fighting back. Back and forth, it didn't seem like a competition at all, as if Mingjue was unilaterally teasing Meng Caiyun.
Bai Heng sighed, "This girl is quite impressive. Meng Zhao, what do you think..."
She turned her head and paused, startled by Meng Zhao's gloomy eyes staring at Ming Jue. He looked like a poisonous snake seizing its prey, which made people feel frightened for no reason.
Meng Caiyun knew that she was being fooled, and her previous thoughts deepened - this woman named Mingjue gave her a very wrong feeling.
"clang"--
The peach wood sword in her hand left an afterimage, and the tip of the sword stopped less than two fingers away from Mingjue's forehead. The woman did not blink, and did not retreat at all. Instead, she held the sword blade tightly with two fingers.
Meng Caiyun was stunned. When she saw Mingjue moving closer to her, she felt an inexplicable fear. Until Mingjue came close to her ear, opened and closed his mouth, as if he was saying something.
Suddenly, the stone chime rang loudly and the sound of gold and jade almost shattered everyone's eardrums. In a moment, all sounds disappeared, leaving only an endless buzzing sound.
The person who suddenly struck the stone with his palm was none other than Meng Chengyin. He looked anxious, as if he was deeply concerned for the safety of his daughter on the stage. Seeing that she was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat back in his seat. "Meng Caiyun is out of bounds. The independent cultivator Mingjue has won."
Meng Caiyun opened his eyes wide, looked down, and found that his heel had indeed stepped outside the boundary line.
She smiled at Mingjue, returned the greeting, and walked off the stage.
Wang Fengxu gloated and said, "It's really strange that you will also have a day of failure."
Meng Caiyun didn't mind: "My skills aren't as good as others, that's normal."
Mingjue felt a little regretful. As she walked down, she glanced at the judges' desk inconspicuously, with the corners of her mouth raised and she smiled unrestrainedly.
"Caiyun was eliminated so early," Abbey Master Song said sternly, "I feel sorry for this, doesn't Sect Leader Meng feel sorry for this as well?"
Meng Chengyin smiled calmly and said, "You can't rush your cultivation. Take your time."
Meng Caiyun moved closer to Long Zhu and said, "You said earlier that there was a strange creature sneaking in. Look at that Ming Jue, is that her?"
Long Zhu stared at the other person's back carefully and said, "It's not her. I feel..."
That’s right! I also experienced this feeling at that time!
Long Zhu suddenly had an idea and remembered the mud shrines he passed by when he climbed Qingcheng Mountain before.
She grabbed Wang Fengxu's shoulders and said, "I'll know what the ghost wall thing was like after you finished the dojo. What exactly was it?!"
Wang Fengxu was a little confused and didn't react: "Why are you..."
Although he didn't react, perhaps he was infected by the other party's rare "liveliness" and honestly prepared to speak: "Actually, it's——"
Before he could finish his words, something unexpected happened and a flash of light appeared before his eyes.
People and scenery disappeared one after another, the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness, and even the sounds gradually faded away.
Wang Fengxu was stunned, thinking that there was something wrong with his eyes. He closed his eyes and opened them again, only to find that he was actually near a familiar woodland - the orchid garden behind Qingcheng Temple!
Xuanjin Mountain and Orchid Garden are clearly not in the same place, what's going on?!
"Longzhu?" He called out tentatively, but received no response.
"Tailor Meng? Xiao Fuzi? Master's wife?"
The orchid garden was empty, and only his own echo remained in the valley.
Possessed?
Wang Fengxu calmed down, took out the thunder talisman and hid it in his palm, thinking that such a strange thing could not happen suddenly. Long Zhu mentioned the ghost wall before, could it be...
He turned around and looked towards the surrounding bushes. Sure enough, he saw a mud shrine hidden in it. A clay sculpture resembling a cat or a tiger was "staring" at him motionlessly, with a strange and creepy smile.
“When a thought arises, all dharmas are empty; when a speck of dust is untainted, all realms are connected… When the mind is like still water, all phenomena are clear; when the mind is like flowing clouds, all attachments become light!”
He closed his eyes and chanted a mantra to purify his mind. When he opened his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
"Master's wife?!"
He looked in the direction where the figure disappeared and chased after it with a puzzled look on his face. However, the other party seemed to be unaware of his calls and moved through the forest at a very fast speed.
Wang Fengxu was furious and quickened his pace: "Master's Wife! Are you playing tricks on me again with your curse?"
The forest seemed to have just rained, and the bluestone path was a little slippery. The shadow in front finally stopped, pausing at the end of the stairs, leaving him with only his back. Kun Dao, dressed in a patchwork robe, stood upright, slightly sideways, as if about to turn his head.
Wang Fengxu held his breath and subconsciously took a half step forward: "Master's wife...?"
In an instant, a sharp cutting sound was heard, and a circle of red marks suddenly appeared on the neck of the figure. The next second, the head of the person with gray hair rolled down hastily, tumbled down the stairs, and hit Wang Fengxu's feet.
"Master's wife?!" Wang Fengxu's face turned pale in an instant, and his voice became distorted. He bent down tremblingly and picked up the head. When he stood up again, he saw a short-haired woman holding a mop walking out from behind the headless figure.
He stood there blankly, holding his head, his eyes twitching uncontrollably: "What did you do to my Master's wife?"
Long Zhu frowned and looked around, as if she didn't know what the other person meant. She walked over step by step and asked, "Why are you crying?"
Wang Fengxu's eyes were red, and the two red moles near his inner canthus looked like two drops of blood and tears. A string in his mind was about to break: "There are not many people in this world who can kill my master's wife. You——"
Long Zhu looked down at him from above, her distinct black and white eyes filled with a sinister aura. She sensed a surging power brewing within him, so she impatiently pressed the mop against his shoulders, "I don't like being threatened. Speak nicely."
Wang Fengxu's knees softened under the opponent's pressure, and he staggered to his knees. At the same time, an indescribable spiritual power burst out from his body, weaving into a rotating light blue yin-yang fish pattern, which suddenly spread out in all directions.
Almost at the same time, the scene before my eyes changed again.
He found himself still kneeling on the ground with the mop pressing against his neck, but there was no head in his hands, and no headless figure in front of him. Instead, there were many more people densely packed on both sides of the woods! - Men and women, old and young, with pale faces, dull eyes, and the corners of their mouths tightly stitched with red thread.
Hundreds of guardsmen from the Three Death Gates turned their heads and stared at the two of them.
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