pillow mountain river

In the hall wrapped in layers of curtains, the wind flows quietly, blowing the flickering candles.There are not many people in the huge place, which is one of the most tightly guarded places in Tongtian City.

The sect alliance that monks all over the world admire stands on the mountainside of the main peak of Tongtian City.The leader of the Zongmeng League is a cultivation prodigy with the Dao name Zeyuan. Although he is young, his cultivation base is profound and his conduct is dignified. He is admired by thousands of monks.

However, when it comes to the most qualified monks in the clan alliance, there is someone else.

Zeyuan has two uncles who live in Tongtian City. One of them is called Qingyun. A hundred years ago, the dragon tribe in the northern region invaded the fertile land of the human race.

Another humane name, Qing Fei, is in charge of the affairs of the clan alliance and has a high prestige in Tongtian City.The world admired him for his clear Taoist heart, but his high position did not improve his heart.

Daoist Qing Fei didn't like excitement, so he dispersed the servants and set up a series of formations in the bedroom, even the elders of the clan alliance seldom stopped in his bedroom.

Therefore, no one knew that there was a huge underground palace under his bedroom.The candles in the underground palace are specially made of rare animal fats and are immortal all year round.

At this time, there were only two people in the underground palace.

The man in white sat on the steps, and there was a man kneeling under the steps.This man was indistinguishable from male and female, and he was wearing a gorgeous red dress. If you don't look carefully, you may be mistaken for a woman.

"Ming Cong," the man in white said softly.

The man in red raised his face, his eyes were fixed on the face of the man in white. It wasn't until the man in white called his name again that he regained his composure and said respectfully: "Your subordinate has returned for a while. People go to the empty building."

The man in white seemed not to be interested in what Ming Cong reported, and only looked at him with a smile, "The return of mountains and rivers will make monks no different from ordinary people, and for you, it will even affect your cultivation. This trip, you Thanks for your hard work."

Ming Cong was flattered, and said in a deep voice: "It is Ming Cong's honor to be able to relieve the master's worries!"

"Come up, let me take a good look at you, why does it feel like your face has become thinner after going out," the man in white said warmly.

Ming Cong was at a loss, stood up with his lips pursed, climbed up the steps, and knelt down again at the feet of the man in white.

The man in white raised his chin and inquired carefully, "It's true that he's lost weight." The man in white leaned over and gradually approached Ming Cong's face. At the same time, the hand holding Ming Cong's jaw slid down and stopped at the Adam's apple. down.

Ming Cong raised his head, exposing his fragile throat to the sight of the man in white.His meekness and obedience satisfied the man in white, and the man quickly withdrew his hand.

"Have you checked where those two went after they left for a while?"

Ming Cong replied: "I only know that in the border of Duguang, a formation was set up there to cover up the breath, and the exact location cannot be found out."

"Follow those two people closely, and report to me directly if you have any news," said the man in white.

Ming Cong agreed.Although he responded to the man in white sincerely, he couldn't help but wonder why his master cared so much about the whereabouts of these two people.

Ming Cong's expression fell into the eyes of the man in white. The man in white smiled and pulled Ming Cong up, letting someone sit on his lap, "You must be thinking in your heart, these two people are not worth the trouble." Breaking his mind, he couldn't help but panic, and wanted to kneel down again.

The man in white pressed his body, "Do you know who Shanhegui has suppressed for a while?"

Ming Cong shook his head.

The man in white said slowly, "A hundred years ago, the dragon clan went south. The dragon clan and Duguang's phoenix are both ancient spirits with extraordinary strength. However, the aura of the Northern Territory dissipated, and the dragon clan's guardian prince died in the secret realm for no reason. The once powerful The Dragon Clan is just a tiger with its teeth pulled out, so it won't make a name for itself."

"However, there were countless casualties in that battle, and ghosts and wolves howling on the battlefield can still be heard today, because a powerful monster appeared in the dragon clan. Everyone knows that demons erode the minds of people and demons, and turn their bodies for their own use. But this monster Coexisting with the devil, its strength is so powerful that people can't help but yearn for it."

Ming Cong said in amazement, "It turns out that the demon is not dead, but was locked in Guiyiyi!" Ming Cong was not yet born when the demon in Bai Yi's population was killed, but he had heard too many legends about the monster.

Ming Cong couldn't help but feel lingering fears. The white-haired man that night might be that notorious monster. If he had accidentally disobeyed him that day, the corpses would be scattered to nowhere...

"What are you afraid of? The Zongmeng sealed him in the body of a human child. Even if he wakes up, under the influence of Gui Yi, it is impossible for him to recover so quickly," the man in white saw Ming Cong frowned, and said The look of being terrified and frightened made me feel funny.

"I met him that night, he was very powerful, and I had almost no ability to parry." Ming Cong recalled that night again, the demon broke his formation with a light whip, and his cultivation was so deep , enough to treat people as ants and trample on them wantonly.

"It's all about being harsh and gentle. If he really recovers, there's no need to avoid the eyes and ears of the clan alliance, hide elsewhere, and directly kill all the monks in Tongtian City, isn't it good?" The white-clothed man smiled contemptuously.

Having said that, Ming Cong still didn't want to confront the legendary monster.

"The demon was able to escape the shackles set by the clan alliance, and he must have had the help of Guiyi's watchmen. A spiritual cultivator who is close to the human race actually violated his oath and allowed the monster to leave the formation?" The man in white smiled thoughtfully. : "Sure enough, people who are not of my race cannot be trusted after all."

"Master, then do you want to tell the rest of the sect alliance about the escape of the demon?" Ming Cong said.

The man in white scratched the bridge of Ming Cong's nose, and said with a smile: "Little fool, what is the heart of a phoenix compared to the inner alchemy of this big monster? When I use his inner alchemy to cure it, I will share it with you." For the sake of it, our master and I will ascend to the immortals as soon as possible and travel around the world."

The words of the man in white did not touch Ming Cong, but made him even more terrified.Ming Cong bit his lip, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

The man in white leaned into Ming Cong's ear, and said softly, "So, you must quickly find the whereabouts of those two."

"Yes," Ming Cong looked up.All his eyes fell on the gentle face of the man in white.The sincere and affectionate eyes were captured by the man in white. He smiled and lowered his head to kiss the corner of Ming Cong's mouth lightly.

Ming Cong trembled all over, and tightly tugged at the sleeves of the man in white. He couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear, his lips were so pale that there was no blood.

"Stand back," the man in white pushed Ming Cong away, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and stood up.Ming Cong was still trapped in that superficial tenderness, standing in place for a while, unable to move.

The man in white turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Ming Cong restrained the overflowing emotions, "Master, who is walking with that monster?"

"It's just a spiritual practice. Although alchemy is powerful, it doesn't pose any threat. Since they chose to return to the team, we should do justice for the heavens and deal with that monster."

Ming Cong lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

"Why, are you even afraid of being a spiritual practitioner?" The man in white sensed that Ming Cong's expression was wrong, his smiling face suddenly became cold, and his eyes were filled with coldness.

"No," Ming Cong hurriedly replied, he was just distracted by the intimate gesture of the man in white, not worried that this mission would not be completed.

However, the man in white didn't believe it.

The man in white leaned over, strangled Ming Cong's neck with one hand, exerted a little force, and Ming Cong's cheeks flushed strangely.Ming Cong felt very uncomfortable, he couldn't help opening his mouth to breathe, but he didn't dare to open the man's fingers with his hands.

"If you fail this time and return, go back to the dungeon yourself! Don't think that this deity can do whatever you want because you are spoiled by me. Without me, you are just an orphan, and you won't be able to live today."

The man in white let go of his hand and looked at Ming Cong indifferently, his original smile disappeared.Ming Cong coughed heart-piercingly, but he still prostrated himself on the ground and bid farewell to the man in white humblely.

The long night is long, and only the wind is in the quiet night.There is not a single light within a hundred miles of the remote and desolate desert.The village stockade sleeping among the mountains and forests fell into deathly silence.

The sound of rustling leaves disappeared in the second half of the night.This remote village looks quieter, as if it is covered in an invisible hood, isolated from the outside world.

Er Dong curled up in a corner of the bed like a kitten, his body was thin, and when he curled up, he looked more and more like a dozing harmless animal.Soft rabbit earlobes on both sides of the cheeks, appearing quiet and innocent.

He slept deeply, and all those annoying confusions, worries, and pains were swept away by Master's side.

In the middle of the night, a shrill scream pierced the sky.Er Dong was awakened by the sound, and opened his sleepy eyes.

He thought it was an illusion again, and when he was about to close his eyes, there were miserable cries one after another.This rapid and sudden scream sounded like someone was awakened from a nightmare and shouted involuntarily.

Er Dong's heart trembled, cold sweat dripped from his palms, and he slowly moved towards the man beside him.It was only when Er Dong approached that he realized that Master had already woken up.He was afraid that his master would reprimand him for getting too close, so he moved back a little.

However, Zhen Hanshan did not reprimand him for approaching. "It'll be fine," Er Dong heard Master say to himself softly.

Er Dong still opened his eyes, staring straight ahead.Then, one hand covered his eyes, and the warmth of the palm seemed to be transmitted to the eyelids.

"Go to sleep at ease."

The clear voice of Zhenhan Mountain, like a mountain spring, is the best incantation, easily arousing Er Dong's drowsiness.In the familiar fragrance of grass and trees, he fell asleep again.

The shrill screams outside the house did not stop, and the nightmare enveloped this dilapidated and remote village.In this mysterious and remote land, hysterical screams startle the birds that live in the mountains and forests.

The great bird neighed and hovered in the dim sky where the stars were hidden.

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