As the morning sunlight shone down, the pagoda forest in the deep end of the Baotong Zen Temple shone like the white gems, and the vegetable garden at the foot of the mountain was as quiet as ever.
Tong Lu opened his eyes and woke up. Looking at the dark walls and smelling the vegetable oil in the air, he felt bewildered.
It took him some time to come back to his senses. He had a rough idea of the current situation, and he sat up with difficulty.
He suddenly found a strange person sitting in front of him, with a green face and a cold expression in his eyes.
The strange person was none other than Su Ziye.
Su Ziye and Tong Lu sat at the two ends of the bed, staring at each other in silence. The atmosphere was rather eerie.
Tong Lu's face suddenly turned pale.
He was about to call out his flying sword to kill the other person, but he failed.
Then, he remembered that his flying sword had been broken last night.
"Do you know me?"
Su Ziye sensed his lethal intent.
Tong Lu said, "You two are the only people in all of Chaotian who can identify you based on your faces."
Su Ziye was born from the demon fetus and had a green face after the corpse poison entered his body, so it was easy to identify him. But who was the other person?
"The other person is Jing Jiu."
He Zhan walked in from outside the room.
"Why?" Su Ziye asked.
He Zhan raised his hand and brushed it over his face, saying, "It's because he is very good-looking. Haven't you heard of him?"
Su Ziye was taken aback. He had heard the rumors about Jing Jiu, but he thought it was exaggerated. It turned out that the rumors were true.
He Zhan said to Tong Lu, "You two don't fight. There is only one bed in the room for you two patients. What if the bed collapses?"
Tong Lu looked at him and asked, "Do you want to explain the current situation?"
He Zhan shrugged, saying, "Don't ask me. I don't know how you came here. The situation is so eerie."
He felt that he was innocent, wondering how many times he had shrugged in the last two days.
"What did you remember before you passed out?"
A cold and arrogant voice rang out.
The three of them looked in the direction of the voice and found that Tong Yan had been sitting by the window, playing chess.
From the beginning to the end, Tong Yan did not speak, did not make a sound, and actually made people forget his existence.
Tong Lu was shocked. He hadn't expected that Tong Yan would also be here. Then, he started to ponder over his question.
The night before, there was chaos outside Haizhou City. Sword light flashed back and forth, and danger was everywhere.
At that time, he was a little absent-minded and almost got injured a few times, but he dodged completely based on instinct.
Until a certain moment, not knowing whether it was because of his injuries acting up or because he was short of breath, his vision darkened and he fainted.
Before he lost consciousness, he only remembered that the night sky was filled with sword lights, like a rainstorm.
Then, a real rainstorm fell outside Haizhou City.
The cracked cloud platform fell towards the sea in the heavy rain.
Tong Lu was silent for a very long time. He looked at Tong Yan and said, "So you know all these things?"
Tong Yan said, "I've always suspected the West Ocean. It was my suggestion to start from now on."
Tong Lu was very angry. He stared into his eyes and asked, "So you all hid this from me?"
He had already raised this question in front of Guo Nanshan the night before.
Guo Nanshan said that they had to hide it from him because he was a disciple of the West Ocean. Moreover, they wanted to deal with Bulao Lin, not the Western Sea Sword School.
Tong Yan and Guo Nanshan had different temperaments, so their answers were naturally different. They were more direct and sharp.
It was just like how his style of chess had changed in the last few years.
"The Western Sea Sword School is Bulao Lin. If you were me, would you say that?"
Hearing this, Tong Lu was silent for a very long time. He looked at He Zhan and asked in a low voice, "Where is this place?"
He Zhan spread out his hands again and said, "This is the Baotong Zen Temple, which only has vegetables, tofu, and brown rice. It doesn't even have spicy fermented bean curd."
Feeling surprised, Tong Lu asked, "What are you doing here?"
He Zhan pointed to Su Ziye on the other side of the bed and said, "He was poisoned by an assassin of Bulao Lin in Yizhou; this is the only place that can cure him."
Tong Lu sneered, "Can I take it that you have been colluding with this devil man of the deviant sect?"
The deviant sects had declined in the last several hundred years, and those old monsters had disappeared. The young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect could be said to be the most famous deviant cultivator.
Su Ziye looked at him and said mockingly, "Your status is similar to mine; you'd better get used to it."
Tong Yan asked Tong Lu, "Who threw you here?"
He Zhan was somewhat nervous. If Tong Lu could remember some things, he might be able to find an answer to the question that had troubled him for many years.
Tong Lu shook his head. He truly couldn't remember what had happened in the end that night.
Tong Yan looked at He Zhan and said, "Don't be hasty. They have been sending things here in a hurry; they should be here soon."
A voice broke out outside the room.
"I've always thought that chess, zither, calligraphy and painting are boring; but it looks like playing chess can indeed make one smarter."
A young woman in white walked into the room. She didn't wear a veil that day. Her seemingly ordinary face looked very bright under the morning sunlight.
He Zhan and Tong Lu were both startled, and so was Tong Yan. "Young Sister Guo Dong?"
Hearing this name, the expression in Su Ziye's eyes froze a bit. It turned out that the young woman in white was Guo Dong, the daughter of Shui Yue Nunnery. It was said that she was the personal disciple of Lian Sanyue. Why did she appear at the Baotong Zen Temple? What did she have to do with the matter they were discussing?
Guo Dong asked, "Are you people used to living here?"
Tong Yan didn't answer this question. All she did was look at Guo Dong in Silence, as if she wanted to see through her ordinary face and find out what was hidden under it.
He Zhan asked with a bewildered expression, "Why are you here?"
Guo Dong said, "The Baotong Zen Temple and our Shui Yue Nunnery are of the same lineage."
Tong Yan suddenly said, "And this place is close to Yizhou City. If he wants to cure the poison, he will definitely come here."
Guo Dong said, "You're really smart. I didn't misjudge you."
Tong Yan arched her eyebrows slightly.
Her tone sounded a bit condescending, like a senior commenting on a junior.
In the past, apart from his two masters, Jing Jiu was the only one who had spoken to him in such a tone.
Su Ziye furrowed his eyebrows even deeper.
In the past, if he encountered the disciples of the orthodox sects, they would try to kill him without hesitation, like what Tong Lu had done earlier, or he would kill them.
After the young woman in white entered the room, she didn't even take a look at him. This kind of disregard was more uncomfortable than hostility.
He Zhan came back to his senses and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Guo Dong said calmly, "Haven't you people been guessing who that person is?"
It became exceedingly quiet in the room.
When the morning sunlight shone on the Go board, it seemed to produce a sound.
Su Ziye sneered, "You've only cultivated for a little more than ten years; how could you be the person He Zhan is looking for?"
He was born with a demonic embryo, so he was very sensitive to the energy of the Cultivation practitioners. His ability to judge the Cultivation state and age of a Cultivation practitioner was marvelous.
He Zhan was well aware of the ability of this friend of his, thinking that since Young Sister Guo Dong was still very young, it was impossible for her to be his biological mother; she was at most a stepmother …
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