A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Qing Jun is the chief disciple of Wan Gan, and he has no peak of his own.

"Go to Wangan's place?"

"Well." Mo Qingai said, "All the forces are concentrated in the Kongyingtan, and there will be no danger there."

"Yes, after all, Wan Gan personally issued the encirclement and suppression order." Feng Ye snorted, "The old man himself is suspicious, maybe he is covering up his lover..."

Before it was time for a stick of incense, Mo Qingai led Feng Ye to break through the barrier in Wangan Mountain, and quietly hid in the jungle.

"Where should the chief disciple live?" Feng Ye asked, "I won't ask you, there is no fart in Kongyingtan, and Arnold is pitifully huddled in the small yard."

Mo Qingai seemed to recall the indifference towards Feng Ye's love on the peak back then, but now his lover Qiuhou's tone of settlement was strong, and he couldn't help laughing.

"It's my fault." Mo Qingai said, holding Feng Ye's wrist, gently rubbing the thumping blood vessels in the wrist with her fingertips.

"Ah, now Peak Master Mo doesn't claim to be himself." Feng Ye squinted at the past, and was firmly caught by a pair of gentle black eyes, "...Okay, I have business to do now, so I won't settle accounts with you for the time being. "

After searching for a long time, the two finally found Qingjun's residence. This place is not difficult to find, it is located deep in the mountains.

It was the month of August, when a pool of lotus leaves reached the sky, Feng Ye immediately locked on the target, and was so intoxicated by the smell of lotus, he pulled Mo Qingai's sleeve and walked in.

The two disguised themselves and turned into ordinary servants. They walked through a group of handymen and entered the courtyard openly.

"Brother Qingjun is going home early today, go and boil the water, he has to take a bath before meals in summer!" A female cultivator passed by Fengye, carrying a new handyman and said, "Remember The spring water from the peak should be used without any impurities."

"Yes, I remember."

The female cultivator said again: "The fresh petals are also ready, there must be no negligence."

"Yes!"

"Hey, let me tell you, this is the candidate for the future sect master, the betrothed betrothed by Senior Sister Zhong Xue, and he can't go wrong." The woman lowered her voice, "I kindly remind you that when Senior Brother Qing Jun becomes the sect master, he will be the master. There are more than [-] people in the cultivation world, so don't make trouble."

"...Yes." The handyman seemed to be taken aback, and even his voice was a little vague.

Feng Ye shrugged and glanced at Mo Qingai, "Look, Qingmai, this is pomp!"

Mo Qingai's expression was indifferent, and she hummed, "I remember."

Feng Ye felt that he should be saying "this enmity is written down".

He rolled his eyes and walked forward.

"Hey, the two in front, what are you doing?" The voice just now turned around and stopped the footsteps of the two of them.

Feng Ye put on a blindfold and said innocently, "Go in and clean up."

The female cultivator seems to be an outer disciple who was sent to Wangan Mountain to take care of chores.

She stared at the two suspiciously, and frowned, "Why have I never seen you before?"

"We're new here." Feng Ye said.

"New here?" The female cultivator was even more puzzled. How could there be new handymen in this period of shortage of personnel?

She held the messenger talisman in her hand and looked dangerously around the faces of the two of them.

"It came down from Kongyingtan. It was originally a handyman under Mo Fengzhu." Mo Qingai continued calmly, "Elder Wan Gan didn't let us stay outside, so he sent us here."

The female cultivator paused, and let go of her fingertips from the messenger talisman.

"A person from Kongyingtan?" She thought for a moment, Mo Qingai, the peak master of Kongyingtan, was not familiar with the world, so it was not surprising that this handyman was a stranger.

What's more, the rebellion of the sect has been vigorous recently, and the empty shadow pool is full of monks. Even the boy named A Nuo under Mo Qingai's seat is personally guarded by the head, and it is not strange that the rest of the servants are sent to Wangan Mountain .

Finally she nodded, "Go ahead, clean up the room, and replace the ice storage tray under the bed with new ice."

"Yes." Seeing that the deal was over, Feng Ye replied, and pulled Mo Qingai away in a hurry.

The two pushed open the door of Qingjun's room, and quickly swept around the back room, but saw no one.

Feng Ye closed the door and said, "What if Zuo Wuyin isn't here?"

"He is here, even if he doesn't come now, he will come later." Mo Qingai was sure, "After Rui Chuan's incident, the pursuit of demon cultivators in the comprehension world has intensified, and the mortal world is full of eyeliners. He can't go back again. You can only come here."

Zuo Wuyin Xiuwei approached Dujie, far less powerful than Fengye and Mo Qingai.And even if Feng Ye was under the siege of many top monks, it was still impossible to escape the result of being captured, Zuo Wuyin was even less able to break through alone, and finding a safe place to hide was the most likely.

At this point, footsteps suddenly came from the door.

Feng Ye was carried by Mo Qingai around his shoulders to the back of a white lotus and breeze screen.

With a large stride and light landing, he should be a man.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and looked through the carved gap on the top of the screen.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and then closed tightly.

Feng Ye vaguely saw a black shadow, whose stature was not as thin as Qingjun's.

Zuo Wuyin?

Feng Ye guessed, when he heard the footsteps suddenly stop, he stood firmly in front of the door and did not leave.

"Hehehehe." A sinister smile pierced his ears like needles, his voice was creepy, very similar to Rui Chuan's back then!

Feng Ye frowned fiercely, Mo Qingai pressed his shoulders and rubbed his earlobe.

The itching extending from his forehead to his back made him suddenly discouraged, and he stared back reproachfully.

Take it easy.Mo Qingai said via voice transmission.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" The man took a step towards the screen, his voice was smooth and reminiscent of a poisonous snake.

Feng Ye didn't move, but he could clearly see the face from the carving.

It was Zuo Wuyin.

Mo Qingai's guess was right, this guy was homeless and had to go to the Jingxin faction's territory to hide.

Zuo Wuyin walked slowly, with a very gloomy smile on his lips.

"My lord, what's the use of you hiding behind?" He paused, "Aren't you looking for evidence of my collusion with Qingjun?"

The magic energy condensed for a long time turned into a sharp arrow to tear the screen and fly!

Zuo Wuyin dodged quickly, and the smile on his face became even more sinister.

Standing behind Mo Qingai, Feng Ye stared coldly at Zuo Wuyin's body, and the dark red devilish energy turned into shackles, encircling him within.

The strength of the Mahayana period is a qualitative leap from that before the catastrophe, and Zuo Wuyin is completely invincible to them.

"What is this for? My lord." Zuo Wuyin shrank in the demonic energy, but there was no trace of timidity on his face, "Don't you want to be innocent? If you kill me, there will be no evidence."

The scarlet light in Feng Ye's eyes was even worse. If he had been staring at a person like this before, that person would have been suppressed by the demon's coercion to the point that he could not speak a word. This Zuo Wuyin was a stubborn stubble, and his face did not change at all.

"Let's make a deal."

Just as Feng Ye opened his mouth, the locked man seemed to have heard some big joke. His throat seemed to be choked for a moment, and he let out a strange grunt, then coughed, and the whole room was filled with sharp laughter .

Feng Ye's face darkened, and he raised his hand to seal his mouth. This kind of voice was afraid that people would not know that there was a magic cultivator in it.

"As long as you prove Mo Qingai's innocence and Qingjun's collusion with Moxiu, I will give you whatever you want." Feng Ye frowned.

"Why should I make a deal with you?" Zuo Wuyin smiled enough, a sickly blush appeared on his pale face, "My lord, if you die, I can still get what I want...even more -"

Mo Qingai's expression changed, and he said to Feng Ye, "Someone is here."

"Since you can't be talked about, then you don't need to live." Feng Ye tightened his demonic energy, and the chains tightly twisted him inside.

He never expected that Zuo Wuyin would be so bold that he dared to attract monks from the Meditation Sect.Feng Ye also noticed that the outside of this room was surrounded by people, and there were more and more footsteps.

He finally asked: "Are you sure you don't want to cooperate with me?"

"Hahahaha... Ho, ha..." The chain tightened around Zuo Wuyin's neck, and in the end, only painful gasps could be heard overflowing from his throat.

Zuo Wuyin was still laughing, his eyes were bulging like a dead fish.

In the next second, Feng Ye frowned violently, and the chains of the magic casting were pulled to the death point, there was no scene of blood spattering.

The shriveled head fell, hit the ground crisply, bounced up, and rolled into the bottom of the bed.

It's a puppet.

"It's a trick!" Feng Ye pulled Mo Qingai up with a dark face and was about to run away.

His sleeve robe was tugged lightly, and the slight movement made him understand something instantly. He and Mo Qingai looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Feng Ye muttered, and put a touch on Mo Qingai's lips, "It's best to end this matter as soon as possible."

The two pretended to escape, but they were tied together by two Fumo locks as soon as they went out, and entered the dungeon amidst the sound of crusade.

The two cells on the left and right were separated by a wall blessed with spiritual power, and even the voice transmission technique could not be used.

Feng Ye was blindfolded with a black cloth, this time he didn't hang him up and drench him, but he fell into a state where he couldn't see the time of day and night.

He heard several people coming from the next door, first Wan Gan, then the head of the sect, and then several other old men with high status in the Meditation sect.

Everyone sighed and sighed at Mo Qingai, as if he had really done something outrageous.

Mo Qingai didn't say a word, she didn't give in to soft and hard words, and in the end forced them away a few times, and the cell finally became quiet.

The deepest part of the dungeon is where the heinous criminals are held, only him and Feng Ye.

Feng Ye's hands were tied behind his back, and the black cloth on his face couldn't be removed as if he had cast a spell. He hummed twice, moved to the corner and waited quietly.

"Fengye." A man's voice came from the other side of the wall.

"Here." Feng Ye retreated into the haystack in the corner, his eyes were pitch black, "It's a bit cold."

"Are you okay?" Mo Qingai frowned, and heard something wrong from Feng Ye's tone, "Feng Ye?"

"It's okay." Feng Ye cleared his throat, shrank back into the hay again, and buried his head in his knees, "...Qing Mi." He sniffed.

The cold and damp demonic energy flowed against the crevices of his bones, and the chill made him shiver.

Mo Qingai suddenly remembered something, and her face suddenly darkened. Today is exactly one month since Feng Ye's last obsession, and it will be more painful at night.

The scene of the demonic youth curled up in his arms and screamed in pain last time came to his mind, and he pursed his lips, but he didn't think about it.

Feng Ye flinched again, it was already midnight, the devilish energy invaded his heart, the extreme cold froze his whole body, even his lips were almost white.

In a trance, Feng Ye heard the sound of chains breaking, someone carried him in from the hay, and approached a comfortable and soft stove.

The hot spiritual energy slowly entered from between the lips, melting the ice on the limbs and bones.

"... Qing Mi?"

"exist."