Chapter 639 Everything is too weird!
A flute sound.
Nan Yan thought she had heard it wrong. She widened her eyes, held her breath, and listened carefully again.
It's the sound of a flute.
Suddenly, a flute sound floated over the lake!
When everyone heard the sudden sound of the flute, their bodies froze, especially the men in black who were originally ferocious and were about to pounce with swords in hand, but they stopped when they heard the sound.
They subconsciously looked at the man in black who had just given the order.
The man in black looked back.
There was a frustrated, yet fierce look in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck, why are you here at this time?"
“…”
"withdraw!"
Nan Yan widened her eyes in shock.
These people actually withdrew like this.
They quickly swam to the side of the empty boat that had just slid over. Several people jumped on the side of the boat and quickly rowed the boat away.
Nan Yan was still a little anxious as she watched the dark shadow in the fog gradually go away.
However, the sound of the flute was getting closer and closer.
Who is this?
What happened that night was so terrifying that they were terrified. Nan Yan still held the dagger tightly in her hand, listening to Zhu Feng's increasingly heavy breathing behind her. His breath was so hot that it felt like it was on fire when it blew past her ears.
Ye Zheng and Ran Xiaoyu were also treading the water breathlessly, holding the bamboo poles tightly in their hands.
Everyone stared at the direction where the flute sound came from.
There was another wave of mist and confusion.
A dark shadow slowly emerged from the fog.
I could vaguely see a boat, and on the boat, there seemed to be a thin figure standing.
The sound of the flute is made by that person.
As they got closer, they could almost see the figure wearing a gray robe. He slowly put down the flute in his hand and pointed it at them.
He raised one hand, saluted them, and said loudly—
"Wulian Tianzun."
They were all startled.
Nan Yan also clearly felt that Zhu Feng's breath behind her suddenly sank.
So, he's actually a Taoist priest?!
With their eyes wide open, they saw the ship passing through the fog and coming in front of them. Standing at the bow was indeed a Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe.
He is quite old, with a white beard and wrinkles all over his face.
But those eyes looked very young.
Although several of them were in a very disheveled state and even covered in blood, when he looked down at them, his eyes were pure, as if he had driven away all the filth on their bodies.
Nan Yan said subconsciously: "You——"
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt the breathing behind her stop.
The chest that was pressed against her back slowly moved away, and the hand that was around her waist also dropped down softly.
Nan Yan looked back and saw that Zhu Feng's face was pale and his eyes were closed.
The whole person fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.
"No--!"
Nan Yan hurriedly reached out to grab his hand, but she couldn't hold him back at this time and was dragged into the water herself.
Ye Zheng and Ran Xiaoyu also rushed over.
When the old Taoist priest at the bow saw this, he said to the Taoist priest rowing the boat, "Save him."
Only then did they see clearly that there were several Taoists sitting on the boat. When they heard the old Taoist speak, they jumped into the water and swam over to help them pull Zhu Feng out of the water and put him on the boat.
Then, the ship slowly turned around and headed towards where they came from.
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The morning bells ring.
Nan Yan was originally leaning against the bedpost, feeling sleepy, but when she heard the morning bell, she immediately perked up.
Looking down, Zhu Feng still hadn't woken up.
His lips were pale and his face had an abnormal red hue due to the high fever.
Nan Yan let out a deep breath, reached out and gently touched his hand.
Last night, she was rescued from the water by those Taoist priests, and then quickly sailed to the island on their boat. Because everything happened too quickly, and Zhu Feng was unconscious, she was already very distressed, and she had no time to ask who those Taoist priests were.
All I know is that this is an island.
There is a mountain on the island.
On the mountainside is the Taoist temple where they are now.
After entering the Taoist temple, they found that there were quite a few people here. They all came up to help. Among them, the old Taoist who played the flute scared away the group of men in black. He was proficient in medicine and knew at a glance that Zhu Feng was injured.
So, the bandage on his hand was removed.
At that moment, Nan Yan almost fainted.
Before, both Zhu Feng and Ye Zheng simply said that he was injured, so she didn't think much about it. But when she removed the bandage, she found that his palm was actually pierced!
And yesterday, he worked hard, including at night, to protect her with his injured hand.
Fighting in the water.
The wound was festering and festering, it was a horrible sight!
The old Taoist helped him treat the wound, applied medicine, and re-bandaged it, but the high fever caused by the suppuration of the wound never subsided.
All night long, Nan Yan stayed by his side, worried that he might feel unwell.
At this time, there was some noise outside.
It should be that the Taoist priests in this Taoist temple heard the bell and started to get up and move around.
Nan Yan walked carefully to the window, opened it a crack, and looked at the people coming and going outside, frowning.
Although being rescued was a good thing for them, this Taoist temple seemed a bit strange.
This was also the reason why she didn't dare to close her eyes and stayed by Zhu Feng's side the whole night.
After all, this is Xingluo Lake.
Why would there be a Taoist temple in such a remote place that is not even marked on the map?
And it looks like it’s quite large.
Who were those men in black last night and why did they attack them? This is something Nan Yan has never figured out.
And who are these Taoists?
Why did those ferocious men in black retreat as soon as they appeared?
Although this is a Taoist temple and a quiet place for monks, everything is too weird and Nan Yan has to be on high alert.
After all, Zhu Feng had fallen ill.
She couldn't make any more mistakes.
Just then, she heard footsteps coming from a distance and walking all the way to the door.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
"lady."
The voice belonged to the old Taoist priest who saved them last night.
Nan Yan walked over and opened the door, only to see the old Taoist bowing to her and saying, "Wulian Tianzun."
Nan Yan said softly, "Master."
The old Taoist smiled and said, "Breakfast is already served over there. Madam, wouldn't you like to have some?"
Nan Yan thought for a moment, then turned back to look at Zhu Feng who was still unconscious.
She smiled and shook her head.
"I'm not hungry yet."
The old Taoist looked at her with clear eyes: "Madam, you don't want to leave the injured person, right?"
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