Promise of wind and rain

Zhu gauze tent, sandalwood warm.

The holy lady sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the flowery face in the mirror expressionlessly through the mirror.

Behind her, Yu'er picked up a gold hairpin and put it in the bun.

"Sister, Yu'er doesn't understand, why are you moving those old guys now?!" Yu'er couldn't help but said, "Didn't you make a contract with Cheng Xuexiang, you save the Lianshan people, and he helps you get back Wuji Villa. Now that you want to kill the elders of the Lianshan clan, wouldn’t that be an accident?!”

The holy lady sneered: "Yu'er, you are so naive. Do you think Cheng Xuexiang made an alliance with me sincerely?!"

"What?! Could it be that he is lying to my sister?!" Yu'er said angrily, "Then sister still waters that sacred tree with her own blood every day?!"

"It doesn't matter whether he lied to me or not." The aunt played with the wooden comb on the table with both hands, "Anyway, his role has been used up."

"What exactly does sister want to do?!" Yu'er asked puzzled.

"Silly Yu'er, you don't need to know what my sister wants to do." The holy lady stood up, "It's time, let's go out."

Yu'er nodded, and followed the holy lady towards the closed vermilion door.

As soon as the door was opened, the hustle and bustle that was originally isolated from the outside and the dancing flames and heat waves rushed in.

When the people who had been waiting outside saw the saint's appearance, they all knelt down on one knee and saluted.

The holy lady walked towards the wooden platform that had been set up in the middle of the yard, on which the three emaciated elders of the Lianshan tribe were tied.

The holy lady passed through the crowd and walked straight over. She glanced coldly at the three elders, then grabbed one of them, bit her own finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood to feed the elder to drink, and then touched the elder with her palm. On the top of that skinny head, luck began to exert force.

Yu'er still followed the holy aunt, and the other people in the courtyard consciously lined up. The aboriginals of Sifangzhai and the martial arts people who later took refuge were clearly lined up on both sides.Everyone stood with their heads down, waiting for the order of the saint.If you look carefully, you can clearly see that there are a few haggard martial arts practitioners occasionally looking up at the three Lianshan elders, their eyes are full of irrational covetousness.

The blood of the Lianshan tribe can already bring happiness like a fairyland, but I don't know what the blood of these old guys is like.

After a stick of incense, the elder under the holy aunt actually showed signs of awakening slightly, and the hands hanging limply on both sides of the body twitched occasionally.

The holy lady let go of the elder abruptly, and coldly ordered two Wuji Villa disciples to come over and set him up.

A basin of cold water was poured down his head, the old man gradually trembled, and finally began to regain consciousness.

As if this was not enough, the holy lady just stood aside and watched, and ordered the disciples to use all means to wake up the elder.

When the third pot of cold water was poured down, the elder finally couldn't bear the stimulation and regained a bit of consciousness.

"Elder, do you still remember me?!" The holy lady stepped forward with a kind smile on her lips.

The elder was supported by the forcibly poured poisonous blood and internal energy, and was repeatedly stimulated by the bone-piercing ice water, so he was able to maintain a trace of sobriety.

He forced his yellow and turbid eyes to look at Shenggu.As if she had exhausted all her strength with just one glance, she lowered her eyelids again, her lips moved: "You are...that little girl."

"The elder really has a good memory." The holy lady continued to laugh, "I happened to have a question that the elder should answer, so I woke the elder up. It disturbed the elder's cleanliness. As long as the elder answered my question well, I will treat the elder well. And the elders are clean."

The elder lowered his head and didn't move, but the holy lady knew that he was still awake and heard her words.

The holy lady approached, with a hint of coldness in her voice: "The holy son of the Lianshan tribe──who is it?!"

The elder moved his body, and slowly raised his eyes: "You...haven't found him yet?! Thank you God..."

"Elder, you are quite old, why bother to make things difficult for yourself?!" said the holy aunt, "I just need to know who the holy son is, and I believe the elders don't want me to arrest the Lianshan tribe one by one for interrogation. "

"They don't know..." the elder argued in a low voice, "Actually... I don't know either, the Holy Son was chosen by the sacred tree, and you have already destroyed the sacred tree. No one can tell who has the ability to reach the sky with the naked eye alone. which is his son?"

"If this is the case, then the elder will become a useless person." The voice of the holy lady became cold, "Wuji Villa never raises useless people."

As soon as the holy aunt finished speaking, a cool wind wrapped in dark force suddenly came from behind.She turned sideways to avoid it suddenly, and when she looked back, it was actually Cheng Xuexiang who was holding the shadow blade and pointing at her with the shining tip of the sword.

"Holy Aunt, this is not included in our agreement." Cheng Xuexiang said expressionlessly, with the sword in his hand firmly pointed at the Holy Aunt. As long as she made a slight movement, his sword would be able to seal everything about her in an instant. retreat.

"Since it's not included, why should President Cheng meddle in your own business?" The holy lady snorted coldly, "You meddle in your own business now, don't blame me for accidentally killing your little sapling. At that time, all Lianshan It is all your fault, League Leader Cheng, that the clansmen were not treated and died of poison."

"You!" Cheng Xuexiang glared at her angrily.

The holy aunt knew that Cheng Xuexiang had scruples, so she was even more confident.Even though being pointed at by Shadow Blade, it is impossible for Cheng Xuexiang to kill her. After all, only she can save the sacred tree, right? !

The holy aunt waved her hand, and said coldly to the disciples of Wuji Villa behind her: "Kill this old man, remember to take the blood, and give it to my loyal subordinate."

Excited cries erupted from the crowd.Cheng Xuexiang's eyes widened slightly, watching the disciple raise the steel knife and was about to slash at the elder's body.

Not caring about confronting the holy aunt again, Cheng Xuexiang could only move his feet and block the disciple of Wuji Villa with a sword.

It's just that he has some scruples after all, and he can't hurt the killer.The holy lady just stood there, watching Cheng Xuexiang stand in front of the elder in a bit of embarrassment, trying to save his life under the siege of the crowd.

Why is there always such a person in this world who fights so hard for other people's lives? !

The sacred tree needs the ability of the holy aunt to revive, and this alone restrains Cheng Xuexiang's hands and feet.He can't kill, he can't escape, and if this continues, he is afraid that the elders will die in the end.

When Cheng Xuexiang was suffering from not knowing how to get out, suddenly two black shadows leaped past the high wall, like two gusts of light wind, they swept across the large courtyard from outside the wall in an instant, approaching directly.