In troubled times, the daughter-in-law returns

Chapter 8 Dojo
While speaking, Lan Kexin's hand slowly slipped from the Taoist priest's hand.

The Taoist immediately felt a sense of loss, and really wanted to hug this delicate and pitiful girl into his arms and comfort her.

But he hasn't completely lost his sanity, he knows that he can't do anything.

There were already footsteps coming from behind.

But Lan Kexin raised her head and timidly called out behind him: "Brother Ye."

The Taoist priest stood up, turned around and respectfully greeted his superior, Kong Ye.

Sikong Ye's eyes were cold, he just glanced at him, and the Taoist immediately said: "Young City Master, Miss Lan has stabilized, please don't say anything to irritate her."

One sentence immediately brought tears to Lan Kexin's eyelashes again. She couldn't help standing up, took a step forward, and asked, "Master Daoist, may I know what to call you?"

The Taoist turned around and slapped his head, "Poverty Taoist, Xuan Qing." Then he left with Sikong Ye and went to find his master.

Sikong Ye looked at Lan Kexin coldly and calmly.

Lan Kexin felt the pressure was overwhelming, she couldn't help but took two steps back, she lowered her head and muttered, "Brother Ye, please don't worry, I will be obedient."

Sikong Ye let out a "hmm", turned and walked away.

Lan Kexin opened her mouth, but closed it helplessly, and stood there alone.

The night wind at this time is slightly cool, and the wind is still wrapped in the fragrance of unknown wild flowers. There are fluorescent lights in the depths of the grass. Looking up, the dark blue silky night sky is densely packed with twinkling stars.

In an instant, Lan Kexin felt that in the past ten years, all she had was loneliness.

The auspicious time has come, Xuanqing brought some fellow disciples over to set up lamps.

Seeing the frail woman standing alone, Xuan Qing sighed, the ceremony is successful, and there will be no blue heart in the world.

Originally, the place where Lan Kexin was was pitch-black, but as Qiqi's 49 oil lamps were lit up around her in a formation, she seemed to be covered with a layer of pearl light, looking like a fairy descended from the mortal world.

Xuan Qing put down the last oil lamp and was about to leave. Before leaving, she turned her eyes unbearably. It happened that Lan Kexin also looked over and met his eyes. She was obviously terrified, but raised a smile that reassured him. smiley.

Xuan Qing's heart moved, and he felt even more pity for this girl who pretended to be strong.

Soon the dojo was set up, everything needed before the ceremony was also ready, and everyone took their places.

Sikong Ye stood far away in the darkness, his eyes fixed on Lan Kexin who was shrouded in a halo in the arena, he clenched his hands unconsciously, and clenched again, silently praying in his heart that this ritual must be a success!

After a moment of silence, he turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest with white beard and white hair over the altar. The Taoist priest held a sword in his left hand, and a yellow watch paper with cinnabar spells in his right hand. With complicated gestures, he repeatedly lit the yellow paper and threw it into the air, and those burning talisman papers formed a short picture in mid-air.

Others couldn't understand it, but Sikong Ye knew that it was the past he and Xiao Yunqing had experienced together, and it was the most precious memory in his life.

Although Gu An stood behind Sikong Ye, he didn't dare to say a word, he knew how much the Young City Master valued this ceremony.If it succeeds, everyone will be happy, but if it fails, the Young City Lord may go crazy.

Those burning talisman papers stopped in mid-air and did not fall down. At the moment the picture was frozen, the old Taoist priest swiped the blade with his right hand, and blood covered the blade of the sword, followed by the long sword towards Lan Kexin. With one finger, those burning talisman papers flew towards Lan Kexin in unison.

Lan Kexin was so frightened that her beautiful face changed color, she immediately closed her eyes and turned her face away, thinking that her face would be burned and disfigured all of a sudden, who knew that it was just a warm current wrapping herself, and there was a moment of emptiness in her mind. vast……

Seeing Lan Kexin completely surrounded by those burning talisman papers, and burning to the extreme, Sikong Ye became more and more nervous, and unconsciously took a step forward.

Xuan Qing lowered his eyes, he knew that Master's Taoism is profound, this ceremony has been prepared for nine years, the chance of failure is too low, what he just said to Lan Kexin was purely comforting.

Thinking of this, I felt even more guilty.

Just when the talisman paper was burning to the last point, suddenly there was a muffled sound in the sky, which seemed to be the sound of thunder, followed by a flash of bright lightning, which struck the altar in front of the white-haired Taoist priest. The offerings fell to the ground one after another, the old Taoist priest let go of his sword, staggered a few steps back, and spewed out a mouthful of blood. It was the big disciple beside him who caught him in time, but the old Taoist priest was already unconscious.

Before everyone could react, dense raindrops fell.

Sikong Ye had already come to Lan Kexin's side at the fastest speed when the lightning struck. He watched Lan Kexin fall to the ground softly, but he didn't reach out to help him.

When the rain fell, it quickly extinguished all the oil lamps. The scene was very chaotic. Fortunately, Gu An had good adaptability and quickly ordered everyone to pack up in an orderly manner. A piece of tarpaulin came over to cover Sikong Ye and Lan Kexin from the rain.

It is said that spring rain is as expensive as oil, but this rain is fierce. The originally starry night sky has been completely covered by dark clouds at some point, and the slanting wind is blowing the rain. Almost drenched all over.

Especially when Lan Kexin was still lying on the ground, her originally spotless cloak quickly changed color.

Gu An and the people holding the oilcloth remained motionless like wooden stakes.

Sikong Ye's eyes were also firmly locked on Lan Kexin, and he didn't move away for a moment.

Time seemed to be caught by something, and it went extremely slowly.

In this way, after about fifteen minutes, Lan Kexin groaned and woke up. Sikong Ye moved his feet, but he still restrained the urge to rush over, and still stood there.

Lan Kexin felt that her limbs and bones were so cold that even her teeth were chattering. She sat up slowly, and the rain fell on her body, which was icy cold.

She felt that her vision was a little blurred, and she asked hoarsely, "Where is this?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Sikong Ye's eyes, he forced himself to suppress his emotions and asked, "Who are you?"

"I..." Lan Kexin turned her eyes to Sikong Ye after hearing the sound, her originally misty eyes gradually became clear, a smile appeared on her pale pretty face, this smile gradually widened, and she slowly raised her hand, " Brother Ye, I am..."

This sound caused Sikong Ye to tremble as if struck by lightning, and let out a muffled grunt, bleeding from the corners of his lips.Lan Kexin exclaimed, got up quickly and rushed towards Sikong Ye, screaming, "Brother Ye!"

(End of this chapter)