Tang Sanghua rubbed his eyes. After confirming again and again, he couldn't help but murmur, "Dis-Disappeared?"
She was stunned for a moment, then revealed a charming smile and disappeared in a flash.
"Disappeared!"
There was a burst of exclamation from below.
Mu Dongfeng didn't even look up and shouted angrily, "Find him! Find him even if you have to dig three feet into the ground!"
Dong Qing closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. He frowned and said, "He's not here anymore. It should be some kind of camouflage. Yuanbiao … "
"I'm here!" A skinny monkey-like man immediately stood up.
"He's injured, and there's blood. The smell of blood is the hardest to cover up. I'll leave it to you."
The man chuckled and said, "Don't worry, my lord. No matter what tricks that kid plays, he can't escape my nose."
"Don't be careless. Go." Dong Qing waved his hand.
The man saluted and chased after her by following the scent.
Mu Dongfeng bowed to Dong Qing and followed up with his men.
Dong Qing sheathed his saber and stood still. He seemed to be in deep thought.
Suddenly, his eyes turned to a jade-like object that was faintly exposed in the debris a few steps away.
He walked a few steps and picked up the jade-like object. He squinted his eyes and looked at it. It was a jade token. He recognized its shape at a glance. It was the identity jade token of the Outer Yard students of the Academy. The number on it was sixty-seven.
This number didn't mean anything. It was arranged according to the order of admission. The Academy had a record of this, so one could find out whose jade token it was.
And Yan Li was the 67th student to be registered.
Dong Qing smiled coldly. Suddenly, he stopped smiling and turned to look at the door.
Footsteps sounded from outside the door. A middle-aged man in a scarlet robe walked in with a young man. He said, "The Supreme Court has turned out in full force, but he still managed to escape. Master Dong, have you forgotten how to kill?"
Dong Qing raised his eyelids and said coldly, "Yu Xingzhi, it's not your turn to lecture me. Or do you want me to prove it on the spot?"
The murderous intent was like a waterfall. It was as if a pair of invisible hands had wrapped around the young man's neck. He couldn't breathe. He suddenly widened his eyes.
"Hmph!" The crimson-robed man harrumphed coldly. His voice seemed to contain some sort of magical power that blocked the aura emanating from Dong Qing's body. Only then did the young man feel a little better.
The crimson-robed man was naturally the capital governor, Yu Xingzhi, and the young man behind him was naturally Yu Muren.
Yu Muren only cared about the life and death of Yan Li, but he didn't see Yan Li's body at the scene. He was very disappointed, but he didn't dare to question Dong Qing, because he knew better than anyone else how horrible the Officer of Supreme Court was.
Dong Qing said coldly, "Now, tell me the reason why you used the secret order to mobilize me. Otherwise, neither you nor your father will be able to walk out of this door today!"
Yu Xingzhi said disdainfully, "You?"
However, he didn't want to start a conflict with Dong Qing at this time, so he continued indifferently, "You should remember what happened twelve years ago."
"Twelve years ago?" Dong Qing, who didn't even move when Yan Li suddenly disappeared, suddenly narrowed his eyes when he heard this. His majestic aura danced wildly like turbulent waves. It was obvious that he couldn't control his emotions, causing his vitality to fluctuate endlessly.
Yu Xingzhi continued, "You also shouldn't forget that it was because of what we did that we can have today's status. You also shouldn't forget that when that little bastard fell into the river, we thought he would definitely die, so we found a child of the same age to replace him. Now … "
"Where's the evidence?" Dong Qing collected his emotions.
Yu Xingzhi sneered and said, "On the day of the Academy's enrollment, the Dragon God Ring was touched, at that time …"
Before he finished speaking, Dong Qing couldn't help but say, "The Dragon God Ring? Isn't it a dead object? Even the Ghost Lord didn't mention it and temporarily left it with you. How come now … "
Yu Xingzhi said, "The treasure chooses its master, and it won't change easily. That bastard must be closely related to the Bai family, and there must be something special about him. Otherwise, how could he be recognized by the treasure? If we don't get rid of him now, we won't have a place to hide in the future, and the truth may even be found out … We didn't kill him that year because we didn't do it well. Just this point alone, as long as it's exposed, you and I can't escape from the Ghost Lord. "
Dong Qing was silent, obviously agreeing with Yu Xingzhi's words.
After a while, he smiled coldly and threw the jade pendant to Yu Xingzhi, saying, "With this, you still can't deal with that bastard. That's your fate."
Yu Xingzhi took the jade pendant, still a little puzzled.
Yu Muren's eyes were sharp. He glanced at the number on the jade pendant, and suddenly said in surprise, "This, this is Yan Li's identity jade pendant. In this way, the fact that he colluded with the underworld is already set in stone."
On that day, Yu Muren was the first to be enrolled, and his number was 66. He naturally remembered that Yan Li was 67.
…
At the back of the martial arts arena, under the base of the city wall, in the shadow that the setting sun couldn't completely cover, a staggering figure appeared.
Yan Li covered his abdomen, knowing that he was in a bad state without sensing it.
To make matters worse, in order to escape from the Supreme Judiciary's encirclement, the seventh incantation mark on his forehead was completely regenerated. His state of mind didn't fluctuate, but the incantation mark deepened.
A few days ago, his cultivation broke through, and he got rid of one incantation mark. Now, not only was it regenerated, but it didn't stop. It was like adding snow to snow.
In front of him was the incantation mark, and behind him was the pursuer. He really couldn't escape from death no matter what.
And at this moment, because of the incantation mark, Yan Li's consciousness began to blur.
He subconsciously left the last mark on the base of the wall with a stone, and after a few words, he fled in the direction of the Academy in a daze.
Today, the Academy, which was closed for a day because of the Western Liang entering the capital, was very quiet, so no one noticed that Yan Li broke into the back of the mountain.
The back of the mountain was quiet and secluded, and it was the best in Yongling.
As the saying goes, a great hermit hides in the city.
A few villas were hidden in the forest, and there was the sound of birds singing, the wind whistling, and the leaves rustling.
The setting sun shone, reflecting the yellow withered leaves. In the mottled swaying, it was like blood drifting away like a song, getting further and further away, as resolute as the passing of time.
Yan Li's vision was a remnant of red, and gradually became blurry. The picturesque scenery that was as beautiful as a painting was also fragmented. In a trance, the sound of the flute rang out in his ears, and it was accompanied by the setting sun. It was an extremely beautiful scene.
His spirit was shaken, and even the incantation mark seemed to slow down.
He couldn't help but listen attentively. The rhythm was not unfamiliar, but it was "Dust of Purity", which was created by the famous music master, Master Gu Zhouzi. It was known for its gentleness, and it was best for cleansing people's hearts.
This song was bland and tasteless at first, but it was filled with the composer's indifference to fame and fortune. Ordinary people couldn't hear anything. At this moment, Yan Li was trapped by the incantation mark, and was troubled by the mortal world. He needed to be indifferent to the mortal world to resolve it.
However, indifference was just a passive response, and it was not in line with Yan Li's view of life, so he quickly broke free from the artistic conception.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the music change, and it became clear and crisp, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes light and sometimes loud. Sometimes it was low to the extreme, like falling into an abyss, and sometimes it rose to the sky, like a flood dragon surging. After a few circles, it became faintly discernible, like a drizzle, but there was an indescribable joy and liveliness.
This rhythm was not unfamiliar to Yan Li, it was the "Flying Song in June" that was played when they went on an outing together, and it was known for being light and pleasant to the ear.
Yan Li was getting more and more curious. His mind was attracted, and the power of the incantation mark became weaker.
Before he could taste it, he heard the music change again, and the bass sound was endless, like the chanting of Buddha by tens of thousands of people. Occasionally there was a jump of pearls and jade, crisp and short, rising and falling …
Yan Li couldn't help but move, and he followed the stone path. Not long later, he came to the door of a small courtyard in the mountains, and on the door was written the words "Duckweed Garden".
The courtyard door suddenly opened, and the sound of the flute could be heard.
At the door was a young girl with two buns, about sixteen or seventeen years old. She had white teeth and bright eyes, and her small face was round and red. She was mumbling something, and when she saw that it was Yan Li, she couldn't help but widen her eyes. It was unknown whether she was shocked or frightened, and she called out,
"Why is it you!"
Yan Li smiled at her, and said, "Long time no see … how have you been …"
Then, he fell down stiffly.
"How have you been … Hey, hey, this, this is the Inner Courtyard, how did you, an Outer Courtyard student, get in … and if you want to die … don't die here …"
How could Yan Li hear him?
"Xiao Chun, are you Young Master Yan?" At this moment, the flute stopped, and the question of the Buddha Wisdom Painting came from inside.
Xiao Chun said, "That's him, Miss. You can't see, how do you know it's him?"
The Buddha Wisdom Painting walked out from inside, and came to the door along the stone path, and said, "The last time I saw him, I had a feeling that he had a strong power of death resentment. When I was meditating just now, I felt an inauspicious thing invading the foot of the mountain, and it was indeed him."
"Miss, what is the power of death resentment?" Xiao Chun asked curiously.
The Buddha Wisdom Painting squatted down, and first examined Yan Li's neck, and then made a seal, mobilizing his vitality, and pouring it into Yan Li's chest, saying,
"It usually comes from the dead that were killed for it. However, such a strong power of death resentment is not something that even a general on the battlefield can possess. The power of death resentment in his body must have come from somewhere else, and its origin is extraordinary. I'm afraid that even the Abbot cannot help him. "
Xiao Chun pouted, and said, "It's obvious that this kind of scoundrel has committed all sorts of evil. Miss saved him, but he'll run off to harm others."
The Buddha Wisdom Painting said, "The power of death resentment has affected him somewhat, causing him to lose his sense of good and evil. You can't blame him entirely."
Although Xiao Chun was dissatisfied, he could not influence the Buddha Wisdom Painting's decision.
"Right, Miss. Didn't I just hear that he beat the people of Western Liang into a sorry state today? Why is he in such a miserable state? Who beat him up like this? How delightful. "
The Buddha Wisdom Painting smiled helplessly, and said, "There's a strand of Sabre Qi left behind by an expert in his body. It should have been left behind when he fought an enemy, and the power of death resentment has affected his mind, causing him to be unable to focus on dispelling it. Now do as I say. First, take a look at where the wound is, then go boil some hot water to clean it, and apply medicine … "
Xiao Chun wrinkled his nose in disgust, and was about to speak when a commotion came from the foot of the mountain.
"Yuanbiao, are you sure he escaped here?"
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