Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid

Chapter 234
Sima Yun didn't have time to refute, but suddenly dodged towards a large clump of castor plants, and at the same time, there was a clear ringing bell accompanied by the sound of footsteps coming from afar.Lan Sheng and I also moved aside, facing Sima Yun's hiding place far away.Sima Yunfu put on his mask again, and took the opportunity to sit down cross-legged to practice his kung fu.

A piece of bright red suddenly appeared in the dark passage, lighting up this gloomy world. A woman with drooping black hair appeared in front of us. Her graceful figure was wrapped in a silver-red curly train. The top is covered with very small golden bells, which are making crisp and pleasant sounds while sprinting.

I recognize the woman's mask, it seems to be Mrs. Yao Ji who almost killed Lan Sheng last time, but why does Sima Yun, the son, hide?
A person wearing a silver mask followed Mrs. Yaoji, she suddenly turned her head and shouted angrily, "Don't follow me."

That silver mask turned out to be the silver Zhongkui from last time, and said in a panicked voice: "Ayao, don't do this, you are not in good health, and I feel uncomfortable seeing you like this."

"Don't be hypocritical, I won't forgive you until I die. Are you still a man? You can't even keep your own child," that Yaoji cried louder, "Zhu'er has been outside for so long, following uncle Jingchai The one in the sarong, after suffering enough, finally came back, but you didn’t let me go up and see him.”

"I'm just doing it for Zhu'er's sake. Right now my aunt is gaining the favor, so don't leave anyone to talk about it," Yin Zhongkui said solemnly, "Ayao, you should understand that the rules of the ancestors..."

Yao Ji angrily interrupted Yin Zhongkui, and shouted loudly: "What kind of nonsense, inhumane broken rules and bad rules? It should have been abolished long ago."

Yin Zhongkui shouted sharply: "Ayao be careful."

Yao Ji also seemed to realize that she had said the wrong thing, and sat down on the boulder on the bank for a while, then she seemed to be sad, and sobbed: "Zhu'er is also your daughter, you are so cruel?!"

Pearl?Who is Pearl?Yin Zhongkui's martial arts are so high, who will he be afraid of, could it be the original Qingjiang?
Shouldn't Yao Ji's daughter live in the dark palace like Yao Ji?Why is it on it?I was watching "The Painful Romance Drama at Eight O'clock in the Dark Palace" inexplicably, and looked at Lan Sheng, his nose was just bleeding from a blow, and he was pressing it hard, thinking about something, Xiaozhong stared at Yin Zhongkui with cold dog eyes .

That Yin Zhongkui stood beside Yao Ji, guarding her silently, without saying a word.But Yaoji cried for a while, seemed to be choking a little, Yin Zhongkui hurried forward to serve her a cup of green tea.I saw clearly at that time, his fingers were very slender and clean, like the fingers of an ordinary scholar, and the cup in his hand turned out to be a silver cup with a lotus pattern.Last time in Donggui Tower, I saw Shen Changzong used this cup to test poison, and then carefully presented it to the Holy One.I heard Jinxiu mentioned that this is something that the Holy Majesty uses, and even she is not allowed to use it without permission, so I couldn't help wondering, could it be that Yin Zhongkui from the Sima family can surpass it?
Yao Ji took off the mask, put it on the table with resentment, picked up the silver cup and drank it down, but saw that she looked extremely bright and charming, it may be because of wearing the mask for a long time, her complexion was very pale, which is regrettable It was a faint scar stretching from her forehead to her left eyebrow.I remember back then that I saw Sima Yun had a long scar on his face, although it was not as long and deep as his, but for a beautiful woman, you can imagine how painful it was.I sighed in my heart, a good person, is it to forcibly distort the aesthetics in order to stay here?

No wonder Sima Yun wanted me to help the Sima tribe solve their fate so much.I looked in Sima Yun's direction, but saw that his mask was also facing me, as if staring at me.

Yin Zhongkui sighed, "Ayao, take a break first, I'll come see you later."

Yin Zhongkui turned around and just left when that Yao Ji suddenly ran over, hugged him tightly from behind, and said with tears: "Don't go, you don't go, I... won't let you go."

Sure enough, women are generally duplicity things.Which poet said this?
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Lan Sheng was looking at me with a playful look.I froze for a moment, could it be that I often do this too?

While I was thinking wildly, Yin Zhongkui softened first, turned around slowly, hugged Yao Ji back, and said in distress: "I won't go, A Yao, I'm most afraid of seeing you feel uncomfortable."

Yao Ji gently took off the mask of the silver-masked man.The man had a slightly old but handsome face without a scar, but I instinctively lowered my head, covered my mouth in fright, and trembled with my hands.Lan Sheng's peach-blossom eyes flashed with a gleam, and the corner of his mouth curled up to look at me mockingly, as if he was waiting for this kind of reaction from me.

I recognize this face.But why is he here?The person in front of me doesn't have a beard, but I clearly remember that when I met Yuan Feiyan at noon, he had just trimmed a new-style mustache, and he was still laughing and praising Shen Changzong's skillful craftsmanship.

Shen Changzong was originally a shaving craftsman in Yangzhou. He was originally a famous "Three Swordsman" in the local area.He laughed and said that Shen Changzong's learning martial arts was a waste of this good skill, but he, the master, buried a talent so badly. When the Yuan clan's men triumphed, Shen Changzong would have to repair them one by one, so as to show their true colors as royal handsome men .

A person can have two identities, and an excellent actor can even play a completely different person, but it is impossible to change the eyes of a person who is thinking about talking and looking at the one he loves.

Now he is not wearing the dragon robe and brocade crown of the Ninth Five-Year Lord, he is not looking down on the world in the court, and he is arrogant, and he is more affectionate, looking at Yao Ji exclusively, and I have never seen him so kind and serious expression.

I slowly raised my head, intending to take another look.

Unexpectedly, I stretched my head slightly, and with a flash of silver light, I saw Yin Zhongkui eye to eye with me.

"You are indeed a man of great wisdom, but you are not very smart," Song Minglei said to me a long time ago when he was still like an older brother, and he would scratch my nose with a smile when there was no one around. .

Hey, but I never had the nerve to tell him, I think it's a bad sentence!So I just changed the order of the two sentences with a smile and returned them to him as a comment on him.It's rare that he wasn't angry, instead he touched my head vigorously, and then laughed at himself.

At that time, although I was annoyed that he always messed up the chicken nests that I had finally straightened out, I really liked to see him laugh, because he was such a strict and restrained person at that time, and it was rare to be able to laugh so heartily , and no matter how hard to guess his thoughts, he is still a rare handsome man. Anyway, everyone loves to see the smile of a handsome man.

At this moment, I suddenly had a clever idea that I never dared to think about.

The birthday of the twins, the Dragon Lord for nine days!Could it be that there were really two real dragons who came into the world at the same time in this world, and the world was able to be peaceful?
Anyone who knows the 32-character mantra of the four great families in ancient times is guessing the last sentence: The birthday of the twins, the nine days of the dragon master!
Everyone stared their eyes like night owls, and put a magnifying glass on the bridge of their noses to see who was the twin who would eventually become the Son of Heaven.

Maybe everyone is wrong, in fact, the so-called twins were born a long time ago.A family like the Yuan family not only gave birth to a tyrannical hero Yuan Qingjiang who does not respect the ethics of the world and is the most resourceful in the world, but also gave birth to another equally unpredictable wise man lurking in the dark palace. The two I saw last time, The one wearing the gold mask is Yuan Qingjiang, and the one wearing the silver mask is the person in front of him.

Lan Sheng made a gesture to Xiao Zhong, and Xiao Zhong lay quietly in the bushes, motionless, just looking at us very nervously.

Both Lan Sheng and I knew in our hearts that our martial arts could not even deal with Yin Zhongkui, let alone Yao Ji and Sima Yun in the dark.

My head was buzzing, and I finally calmed down. I instinctively turned a thought, pulled Lan Sheng to bow his head on the ground and respectfully said: "Muqin has met the Holy One, long live, long live, long live."

Lan Sheng quickly came back to his senses, looked at me, his peach blossom eyes flashed with resistance, but in the end he knelt down slowly like me, without saying a word.He held my hand tightly, maintaining a posture that could pull me away at any time, with a storm in his eyes, and my sweat gradually flowed down my forehead into the dust.

Yin Zhongkui stood beside us quietly, that charming dragon face, which is yearned for by countless women all over the world, symbolizes power and glory, looked down majestically on us, as if deep in thought.

He smiled at me slightly, his phoenix eyes were clear, "Princess Jin grew up in the Yuan Mansion, she should understand that she will live longer in Yuan's house, and it is better not to know some secrets, although maybe one day you will know."

My heart skipped a beat.What does it mean?Yuan Qingjiang always only called me by my name when the members of the royal family gathered. Regardless of whether he was Yuan Qingjiang or not, he had already guessed that I had learned the truth, but he did not clearly state all this, as if deliberately blurring his relationship with Yuan Qingjiang Boundary, so that I fell into a deep self-delusion.I think he succeeded, my head is a little dizzy and my legs are a little weak.

However, Yao Ji's red figure suddenly floated to Yin Zhongkui's side like a ghost, her beautiful face was as cold as ice, and her beautiful pupils shrank to look at Lan Sheng, as if looking at a ghost.

Yao Ji pulled Lan Sheng closer, and said bitterly: "I understand, you are A-Lian's biological son, so you look like him so much. Come on, that bitch Yuan Qingwu is your mother? Who took it? Did you come to Baicao Garden? Or did Alian tell you before?" After speaking, there was a strong cry in her tone.

Yin Zhongkui put his hands lightly on her shoulders, and comforted her softly, "Ah Yao, don't be afraid, he should have nothing to do with Sima Lian. You can see that his eyes are red and swollen, and his eye bags are blue. He is probably just a living dead."

Everyone was listening intently, but Yin Zhongkui suddenly struck Lan Sheng's big acupuncture points like lightning, opened Lan Sheng's eyelids and took a closer look, "Ordinary dolls can only live for ten days at most, how can you live so long?"

He thought about it, his hands touched all the bones and veins of his body like a dragon, and he let out a strange snort, "Why are your veins and bone layout different from ordinary people? Could it be the legendary soul-suppressing method?" Then he realized He hummed, "That's right, Feng Qing, a girl who likes to read those anecdotes since she was a child, she really dared to try this insidious method."

Yin Zhongkui threw Lan Sheng down, went to the gazebo and poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and smiled slightly, exactly the same as the original Qingjiang's self-confidence and chicness when he pointed out Jiangshan.My head is dizzy again, hey, don't I think too much?
"Your soul has already entered the Naihe Bridge, why do you want to come back again? The Nether Sect will not let you go until death?" Yin Zhongkui sighed, "You are indeed a poor person."

Lan Sheng yelled at him loudly: "Shut up, you Yuan are the evil ghosts of incest and greed, a bunch of poor people."

He broke through the acupoints and fought desperately at Yin Zhongkui, the latter flashed gracefully and missed his shot, and Lan Sheng's acupoints were tapped again.Yin Zhongkui smiled faintly, "It seems that you know a lot, child, I am more and more curious, who are you from the Nether Sect?"

He touched Lan Sheng's neck, his seemingly gentle eyes suddenly revealed a hint of sternness, and he pulled out a half-meter-long silver nail with black blood on it as quickly as lightning.Lan Sheng let out a low growl in pain, fell straight to the ground, tilted his head, and looked at me with round, painful peach eyes, full of unwillingness and a trace of sadness, his whole body twitching, like a robot with a disordered program.

Yin Zhongkui was slightly surprised: "It is said in ancient times that in order to extend the life of the remnant spouse, it is necessary to burn the soul-suppressing nails with the yin fire of Samadhi, which is designed to crucify the dead soul and gather its essence. It's just that this activity is too insidious, and it will inevitably shorten people's lifespan and even cause harm. Future generations Fuze, poor Fengqing... Are we really driving you crazy?

"You should have been a person with high martial arts skills during your lifetime. Your bones were strange since you were young. You were a genius for practicing martial arts. You must be a first-class master in the Nether Sect. But when you were dying, you were severely injured and your bones were broken. Your master Then he used the white youzi to heal your broken bones. It’s just that your wound was too severe, so the expert had to take out the remaining bones of your body that couldn’t be put together, so as not to rot in your body, so your body shape is bigger than yours. Originally, you were much thinner, so you had no choice but to pretend to be a young man. Your face must have been ruined, and the expert made this flawless handsome appearance for you by the way, making you a perfect puppet. But there is another Question: Even if you are struggling to live, ordinary people’s determination is not firm enough, and you will often be scared to death first. Therefore, the expert instilled some memories that have nothing to do with your previous life, so that you will not be called an opponent, but you will also deceive yourself. Thinking that you are another person allows you to survive slowly and adapt to the new life. Child," Yin Zhongkui's tone became slightly lower, but his eyes were full of pity, "Do you think your god religion really has such good intentions? Just to save your life?

"Feng Qing took great pains to make you a face that resembles Sima Lian's when he was young, so that you can infiltrate the Yuan clan for the Nether Sect, make a final blow, and use your appearance to stir up the storm in the dark palace. However, this kind of Soul-suppressing Dafa, not letting the dead rest in peace, mourning the living, violates the way of heaven, the most insidious. But you are not really alive, not even a complete doll, at most you can only be regarded as a wrecked doll, and you will only live for a few years That's all. If you don't take the antidote, you will still suffer the pain of piercing your heart on the day of the full moon... The Nether Teacher spent so much effort to be a wretched spouse, you must have a strange life experience."

I finally understood the reason why Sima Yun said Lan Sheng was a puppet.Poor Lan Sheng thought he was a master of the Nether Sect who sneaked into Ziyuan before, so he knew the story of me and Ziyuan well, and then suffered a great misfortune. He obviously died, but he was used by the Nether Sect even after death, and he became what he is now. This way.I couldn't bear it for a moment, I knelt down on the ground, "Please, Your Majesty, be merciful and let a dying person go."

Yin Zhongkui looked at me, his phoenix eyes were already icy cold, "Princess Jin, if you really want to help this child, then let me set him free, go to the road to Huangquan where he should go, and no longer be bound by that dead soul." bitter."

With a long sigh, he flicked his fingers slightly, and Lan Sheng was swept towards Zichuan like a pile of torn cotton wool. Seeing the big golden dragon jumping high, he opened his bloody mouth at Lan Sheng.

I yelled, as if something was torn apart in my heart.The smiling face of the little monk, which was as clear as water, flickered in my mind, and just as I was about to take a step, Yao Ji had already taken a step.

She shook her left hand, and the long whip around her waist that stretched out her perfect figure flew around Lan Sheng like a poisonous snake, pulling him back.The golden dragon wasted no time, thumping and growling in the stream unwillingly.

She stared at Lan Sheng's face with obsession.

"Ayao," Yin Zhongkui flew to her side with a sullen face, "he's not Sima Lian, he just looks alike. The Nether Sect just wants to stir up old grievances and make us uncomfortable."

"No," Yao Ji turned her head, looked at him blankly, and suddenly smiled obsessively: "Qingshan, it's Alian who is back, and he wants to take us out of this dark palace together."

She picked me up, grabbed Lan Sheng and left.

I heard the whistling sound in my ear, and Xiaozhong's whimpering sound came from afar.

This Yao Ji is the same as Feibai, she uses Wugang to whip, and each section is made of whale bones, what's more coincidentally, like Feibai, she also uses the left hand to use the whip.

I don't know how long it took, we stopped by the Zichuan, and Yao Ji sandwiched me and Lan Sheng, walking gracefully on the Zichuan with Lingbo microsteps.Those golden dragons kept swimming under us, but they couldn't help Yao Ji, so they had to raise their heads and roar at us.

When I was about to faint, Yao Ji took us to a place similar to a small island.I shook my head vigorously and recognized it. This is a place called Shengquan Island.There are more than a dozen large and small hot springs in this place, but there are only two natural medicine springs in front of me. They are the places where I felt nauseous in the hot springs. One is cold and the other is hot. The lowest temperature is definitely below zero. Ten degrees Celsius, the other temperature is high and low, and the high temperature can reach the boiling point.

Back then, I was forced to soak in the cold pool first. When I was so cold that my teeth were fighting and I rolled my eyes, I was thrown into the hot pool filled with rare and famous medicines, and I was so hot that I screamed.

(End of this chapter)