Saving The Black Immortal Venerable - Chapter 65

Although Jiang Shaocai didn’t pay much attention to the love of men and women, he at least knew what would happen in the wedding night in the bridal chamber. The last time the incident happened suddenly hide under the bed. Now it is the wedding night of Huan Manda and Rong Yan. They still go to hide under the bed?

Mu Yun returned to pull Jiang Shaocai, but Jiang Shaocai refused to move. Mu Yungui tried several times to no avail, so he simply threw away his hand and walked towards the wedding room by himself: “Then I will go by myself.”

“No!” Jiang Shaocai didn’t even think about it, and immediately objected. Seeing that Mu Yungui was really going to the room, he grinned his teeth secretly, and took her two steps quickly.

Mu Yungui’s arm was caught off guard by both hands. His slender fingers, strong strength, circled her arm like a copper wall and iron wall, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t shake it off. Mu Yungui couldn’t make a move, and looked up at him: “You don’t want to go in, and don’t let me in. What on earth do you want to do?”

She dare to ask! Jiang Shaocai stared at her hard, gritted his teeth with anger: “This is a wedding.”

Mu Yungui looked at him frankly and straightforwardly, with clear eyes: “I know. We want to find a clue to her husband, and we can’t miss any opportunity.”

Jiang Shaocai looked at those eyes and couldn’t speak. Mujia protected her very well. She lives in a positive and sunny world, where good is rewarded for good, and evil is rewarded for evil. Everything can be achieved as long as she works hard. Even if I can understand the relationship between men and women, I still stay at the fresh and beautiful bridge of the first encounter of a teenager and the snow falling eyelashes, and the cognition of men and women has not yet reached the next step. On the contrary, Jiang Shaoci is not interested in those love stories, but understands the affairs of men and women early.

Jiang Shaocai knew very well what would happen tonight. He was not interested in going in to see Rong Jie’s glamorous affairs, but he couldn’t accept Mu Yungui seeing another man’s body. This kind of dirty and dirty thing doesn’t deserve to enter Mu Yungui’s eyes.

Jiang Shaocai disliked those nasty things, but thinking of what was going to happen inside, his Adam’s apple moved quickly. Mu Yungui looked at Jiang Shaocai with furry apricot eyes, still waiting for his answer. Jiang Shaocai hurriedly put aside his eyes, settled for a moment, and said dumbly: “Okay, I’ll take you there.”

The wedding was held at dusk, and it didn’t take long for it to darken. The sound of guests and drums in front of them was noisy, and the maidservants came and went with the red discs, and no one paid attention to the roof. Mu Yun returned home as light as a swallow, walking on the eaves without a sound. She lifted the bricks and tiles, separated by the prohibition and red silk, you could vaguely see the figure shaking below.

Mu Yungui frowned: “I can’t see clearly from this angle.”

Jiang Shaocai followed leisurely, and heard a cold snort: “There is nothing to look at, you don’t need to see clearly.”

Mu Yungui stared at the eaves, and Jiang Shaocai lay beside him, with his hands resting on the back of his head, looking at the bright moon in the distance. It is the beginning of the month, the cold moon is like a hook, cold and detached, and it is totally different from the festive wedding below. Seeing Mu Yungui staring down, Jiang Shaocai couldn’t help but said: “Let’s take a break. I have to toast before, Rong Jie won’t be back so soon.”

Under the beam of the room, Huan Mantu clinging to a fan, sitting upright on the Dahongxi bed, Longfengxizhu illuminated the room brightly. She didn’t move, she seemed to be fine, Mu Yungui felt relieved, closed Wa Xuxu, hugged her knees and looked forward.

The waning moon of Hyosung is full of crimson, and the lanterns of Huan’s family are like a red ocean, which is more eye-catching than the real galaxy in the sky. Mu Yungui hugged his knees and looked at him, and asked, “Is this the moonlight six thousand years ago?”

Jiang Shaocai also looked at the new moon, and said softly, “Yes.”

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year. Ten thousand years ago, Jiang Shaoci practiced swords under the moon. Four thousand years later, Huan Mandala and Rong Jie were married at the new moon. Today, this bright moon still illuminates the ruins of Yin City fairly and coldly.

The dreamland beautified the environment, the moon was brighter and closer than usual, as if it could be touched by just reaching out, and even the evening breeze blowing in was gentle. One of them was lying down, the other was sitting, looking at the moonlight quietly.

The hustle and bustle under the feet gradually disappeared, and the world seemed to be the only two of them left. Neither of them spoke, but they didn’t feel embarrassed. Mu Yungui hadn’t looked at the moon with such peace of mind for a long time. She looked for a while and found that there was no movement around her. She couldn’t help leaning over and asked: “Are you going to fall asleep?”

Jiang Shaocai closed his eyes and did not respond. Mu Yungui leaned over and whispered, “Jiang Shaoci?”

His eyelashes were closed, like a butterfly’s wings. Mu Yungui frowned, quite depressed.

Can this fall asleep?

Seeing Jiang Shaocai’s long eyelashes, she became curious and reached out to touch them. She slowly approached her fingertips, for fear of awakening him. But when he was about to touch his eyelashes, Jiang Shaoci suddenly stretched out his hand and accurately grasped Mu Yungui’s wrist.

Jiang Shaocai opened his eyes, they were bright and sharp inside, and there was no slightest sleepiness: “What are you doing?”

Mu Yungui was startled, and then annoyed: “You didn’t sleep?”

Jiang Shaocai raised his eyebrows, with a chuckle on his lips: “If I fall asleep, what are you going to do?”

Mu Yungui was embarrassed by the look in his eyes, she threw away his hand and sat upright by herself. Jiang Shaocai slowly sat up from the eaves, put one hand on his knee at random, and yawned: “With you here, how can I dare to sleep.”

What if you see something or not?

However, this sentence fell in Mu Yungui’s ears, and it was quite dying. She sternly said, “It’s not that I can’t act without you, I can do it alone.”

Jiang Shaocai didn’t argue with her, he was not afraid of danger, but the nasty things between men and women. However, having said that, it has been so long, why hasn’t Rong Jie been seen?

As soon as he settled down, a maid hurried in from outside the courtyard. Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaocai glanced at each other, feeling that something was wrong, and quickly opened the tiles.

The maid stopped in front of the dressed-up bride and stammered: “Miss, the second lady is sick, my uncle… my uncle is going to see the second lady.”

Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaocai hid on the roof and fell silent for a moment.

A ball fan concealed the woman’s face, and tassels hung on the gorgeous wedding gown, motionless. The maid was a little scared, and whispered: “Miss, or else, the maid will wait for you to change your clothes first?”

The wedding dress and the hair crown are not light, and I am afraid that my waist will be broken if I carry them for a day. But Huan Mandala didn’t move and said, “It’s okay, I’ll wait for him.”

This wait is all night, and when the sky is getting dark, the ball fan that has been covered all night is ruthlessly discarded. Huan Mandala tore off his gorgeous crown and threw it to the ground.

The hair crown hit the ground with a crisp sound, and the pearls scattered on the ground like water splashes, bouncing repeatedly. The maids stood with their hands down, trembling with fright. Huan Mandala took off his heavy wedding blouse and said blankly: “Prepare water, take a shower and change clothes.”

On the second day of the wedding, Huan Mandala faded away from her red wedding gown, and returned to the once-simple practice clothes to practice swords at the martial arts field. Her sword moves made her anxious and quick, and her anger was everywhere, and the surrounding branches quickly became sloppy. After she finished practicing a set of swordsmanship, the maid waiting outside finally dared to step forward and salute cautiously: “Miss, my uncle is back. After all, today is a newly-married couple, I will serve tea to the elders, and I will return to Rong’s house later. Rokuro Madam and Madam are already waiting.”

Huan Mantu sneered and said, “It’s just a marriage that is barely married for the sake of the aptitude of the offspring. I really thought it was a husband and wife? Don’t go.”

After Jiang Shaoci and Mu Yun hid in the leaves, there were still interlaced sword marks on the trunk not far away, but the tree where Jiang Shaoci was located was as good as ever, not even a single leaf was cut off. He heard what Huan Manda said, he sneered, and said: “These two people have a cousin who has a heart, and a duplicity. There will be problems only when they can live well.”

Mu Yungui sighed lowly: “I can understand her angry words. If I were to change to me, the newlyweds would have been hanging out all night, and the next day they would have to pack their things and go home. This marriage is not a success.”

Jiang Shaocai glanced at Mu Yungui, then flashed past, there seemed to be something different in his eyes. Mu Yungui was awkward by his glance, frowned and said, “What’s the matter?”

Jiang Shaocai shook his head, no matter how Mu Yungui asked, he would not say. He thought inwardly, if someone in the bridal chamber hangs Mu Yungui at night, it would be so blinding.

Mu Yungui felt that he must have not thought of anything good, and kept asking. Jiang Shaocai had no way to return Mu Yun, so he simply held her arm and forced her to circle her in front of him: “Okay, I’ll find out in the trouble.”

Mu Yungui’s two wrists were caught by Jiang Shaocai, no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless. She was anxious, and she turned Jiang Shao’s elbow heavily.

Mu Yun leaned back on him when she moved, and when she moved, her collar was slightly loosened, and a faint fragrance emanated from her neck. Jiang Shaoci’s attention was all attracted by the fragrance. When he reacted, his waist had already been muted. Yungui bumped.

He even forgot to hide. Jiang Shaoci’s body has been strengthened by the devilish energy. This strength is not enough to even scratch the itch. He doesn’t struggle anymore, holding Mu Yun in this posture and jumping from the treetops: “They’re gone. We are gone. It’s time to change places.”

Huan Mandala and Rong Jie’s marriage had an excellent start. Rong Jie came back the next day, but Huan Manda ordered the bedding to be moved to the sword pavilion. He stayed at the martial arts training ground every day, completely harmonious with Rong Jie. Open distance. The two are named husband and wife, but they get along like strangers, and they don’t meet a few sides in a month.

Probably frustrated in love and proud in the workplace, Huan Mandala was finally allowed to learn Ling Xu Jian Jue. In order to protect the Lingxu Sword Art and the Nirvana Sword Bone, the Huan family placed these two things in the forbidden ground, and over time they became a sword grave.

The name of Ling Xu Sword Art is a sword book, but it is not an ordinary book, you can read it if you just open it. There are two ways to learn the Lingxu sword technique. One is to emit a sword aura that is stronger than that of the sword tactic. After suppressing it, you can pick it up and read it; the second is to experience the test of the sword tactic and wait until the sword tactic is found to your liking. For those of you, a sword technique will automatically appear in the mind of the tester, and the few tricks that can appear are all based on the mind of the sword. If you want to continue to learn, then you have to practice, and then go to please swordsmanship. As for touching the Lingxu Sword Jue’s body, don’t even think about it.

Over the years, countless disciples of the Huan family died in the trial, and even Huan Zhilin had fallen into the sand early. Nowadays, a woman in Huan Mandala is going across the sword tomb. Although everyone does not say anything, they all disagree in their eyes.

Her father couldn’t do it, let alone her? Young people always don’t know how high the world is. If they damage their own body and make them unable to bear children in the future, it depends on how she cries.

Amidst all kinds of doubts, the day to open the sword tomb has arrived. Huan Mandala was standing at the gate of Jian Tomb. The eldest lady, Huan Zhilin, and stepmother were all present, but Rong Jie was missing. The maid was a little embarrassed and said, “Miss, wait a minute. My uncle went to Yashan to ask for medicine for the second lady, and the letter said that she would be back today.”

Huan Mandala looked back, the sun was white, the sky was blue, and there was no one on the road. Huan Mantu turned around and said, “No. It’s not worth delaying my time in the sword tomb for him.”

After Huan Mandala finished speaking, holding the sword, he stepped into the sword mound without hesitation.

After that, the dream suddenly became blank, and Mu Yun went into a daze, and asked: “What’s the matter?”

Jiang Shaocai looked around and said, “Her memory should have been processed, and the experience in Jianzhong has been deliberately blocked. It seems that no one but herself knows what happened in Jianzhong.”

Mu Yungui also thinks about it, if there are no restrictions, then those who come out of it can share their tricks with their brothers and sisters, and everyone will gather together, and they will soon be able to put together a complete sword technique. Moreover, the major families are marrying each other, and the roots are wrong. Soon other families will also get the Lingxu Sword Art.

In this way, the so-called heirloom is meaningless. Lingxu Sword Art has the restriction of prohibition of transfer. The Huan family further seals on this basis. No matter what they get in the sword mound, they can only know by themselves and cannot share it with others in any way, even if they are passively informed in dreams. Not possible.

The dream is blank, but time is still passing by, it seems that this experience is just invisible to them. Mu Yungui and Jiang Shaoci waited quietly for the time to pass. Mu Yungui was bored and asked, “What do you think the Lingxu Sword Art is, and why do so many people want it?”

“It’s just a book of ordinary swordsmanship.” Jiang Shaocai casually said, “A man who is bored with swordsmanship, writes his ideal moves on paper. In fact, it’s useless.”

“With it, can it really be invincible in the world?” Mu Yungui was curious, “I want to take a look.”

Jiang Shaocai shook his head: “It’s not for you. You are suitable for lighter swordsmanship. If you like it, I will help you think about it after I go out.”

Mu Yun returned slowly and said: “But this was an ancient sword technique ten thousand years ago. At that time, the fairy road was prosperous, a hundred schools of thought were contending, and any roadside stall was better than the current treasure of the town.”

Jiang Shaoci widened his eyes incredibly: “What happened ten thousand years ago, do I think it is worse than them?”

The surrounding scenes changed, promptly interrupting the two people’s debate about who is better in ancient and modern swordsmanship. Thousands of silver threads fell into the sky, and Huan Mandala was covered in blood, almost crawling out of the gate of the sword tomb. The rain hit her and immediately stained the ground red.

There was a mighty rain curtain ahead, and there was a white figure concealed, Huan Mandala blinked vigorously, not knowing whether it was real or an illusion. She propped herself up with a sword, stood up and walked two steps in that direction, and fell into the puddle with a slam.

A news spread quickly throughout Huan’s family, that the mortal’s daughter really came out of the sword mound alive, and obtained the first ten styles of Lingxu Sword Art. Ever since the Huan’s family got the Lingxu sword art, no one has ever received so many rewards from the sword book. The status of Huan Mandala rose rapidly. During her recovery period, various precious tonics were delivered to her yard like running water, and in the end they couldn’t even pile up. Huan Mantu sneered when he saw the greeting card piled up into a hill, and threw it to the ground casually.

Rong Jie brought her back the day Huan Mandala came out. According to the maids, Huan Mandala spent much more time in the Sword Tomb than his uncles and brothers. The eldest lady and others thought that Huan Mandala was dead and left disappointed. Only Rong Yan, who has been waiting outside, can bring the seriously injured Huan Mandala back to the doctor in time.

The medical doctor said that if he came back one step later, the situation in Huan Mandala would be dangerous. After this incident, the atmosphere of Huan Mandala and Rong Yan was much more harmonious. The two of them grew up in very different environments. Sitting together, they really didn’t know what to say. But Rong Yan still came to visit Huan Mandala every day, and left when she drank the medicine.

Gradually, Huan Mandala’s injury healed, and finally he was able to practice. Lingxu Sword Art has limitations. Huan Mantu can’t tell anyone the sword skills, but she has limitations in practicing swords alone. She can’t comprehend some of the moves. She will fight against Rong Jie, and slowly understand the sword in actual combat. The key meaning.

The dream becomes warm and soft, this is a rare tender time in Huan Mandala’s life. Huan Mandala’s hair was **** high, and he was wearing a clean exercise suit, and discussed with Rong Yan how to dismantle this trick. Huan Mantu thought that she should go out first, and then pick up the sword. Rong Yan slightly drilled in the opposite direction, and then forced her swordsmanship back.

Rong Jie shook his head: “If you move first, the sword moves will be slow. I think it should be like this…”

Jiang Shaocai couldn’t help but complain: “Don’t think about it, you two are wrong.”

Mu Yungui watched quietly, with some meaningful expressions on his face. She looked back at Jiang Shaocai and asked, “Why do I think this trick is a bit familiar?”

Jiang Shaocai stared at the figure in front of him, as if he hadn’t heard him, forcibly pretending to be dead. Mu Yun turned back and continued to watch the movements of Rong Yan and Huan Mandala. She observed for a while and became more certain.

She has indeed seen these tricks and will crack them! A flash of light flashed in Mu Yungui’s mind. After Nangongxuan returned from Yincheng, his cultivation base suddenly rose sharply if he was assisted by gods, while the newlyweds in Yincheng’s old dreams were practicing the same moves. What’s more frightening is that this life Nangong Xuan would use these tricks when he was on Tian Jue Island, Jiang Shao knew everything well, and he figured out the corresponding cracking method without having to deal with Nangong Xuan.

It turns out that the fate of the hero in the plot is the Lingxu Sword Art and the Nirvana Sword Bone. Previously, Nangong Xuan had reminded Mu Yungui from the Wuji Sect. It can be seen that Nangong Xuan knew exactly what was in Yin City and what would happen. He also knows the future like Dongfang Li.

But what happened to Jiang Shaocai? How many people around her are pretending to be pigs and tigers?

Mu Yungui glanced at Jiang Shaocai lightly. He stared at the front seriously, as if he didn’t intend to explain.

Mu Yungui squinted secretly.

In the dream state, Huan Mantu was able to cultivate at a rapid pace with the help of Lingxu Sword Art. It took her nineteen years to get through one star vein, and two stars are far away indefinitely. Unexpectedly, after receiving Lingxu’s swordsmanship, she was promoted to two stars in just six months.

This is only the top ten. The Huan Mandala instance is here, and no one doubts the magical power of Ling Xu Jian Jue. There was an upsurge in practice in Huan’s family. Everyone was busy practicing swords, hoping that they would also be selected by the swordsman.

Huan Manda’s status in the family is getting higher and higher. The eldest lady saw her politely, and Huan Zhilin suddenly burst into paternal love and suddenly paid attention to the eldest daughter who had been negligent for many years. Some people even cautiously suggested that the ancestral hall is leaking and needs to be renovated, or whether Bai Xiyan’s memorial tablet should be rebuilt.

Once Bai Xiyan’s spiritual position could only be offered alone in the side hall, and it was not worthy to enter the Huan family’s ancestral shrine. Now, the Huan family actually tried to move Bai Xiyan’s tablet back in the name of “leakage”. On the one hand, Huan Mandala is ridiculous, but on the other hand, it is immersed in this prosperity.

The cultivation base was smooth, the family paid attention to it, and the grievances of the birth mother were rehabilitated. She married someone she liked when she was young. Although she had some unpleasantness when she was just married, she is now gradually repairing it. In the past, how dare Huan Manda imagine being able to get along with Rong Yan day and night, even if she was talking about some unnutritious nonsense. , He is also willing to listen with a smile.

In front of Huan Mandala is a smooth path to the sky. She only needs to make some small corrections to have this happiness forever. Huan Xue Jin is not in good health and needs to drink medicine every day. Huan Mandala makes people put something in Huan Xue Jin’s tonic.

Some small things that are not harmful to the body, but will block the meridians and cut off the cultivation.

Amidst the excitement, Huan Mandala encountered the first small twists and turns. Huan Zhilin’s third wife, who once teamed up with Huan Manda to deal with Huan Xuejin’s new wife, is pregnant. More unfortunately, she gave birth to a son.

Huan Mandala now occupies all the resources of the family, and will not have any good feelings for this younger brother who separated from her. But Huan Xuejin liked children very much, and Chengri teased his younger brother, even boasting the level of care that even the old lady saw him.

Huan Manda and Rong Jie went to the main courtyard to ask for peace. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Huan Xuejin sitting in front of the window, hugging the child and laughing. The old lady and Huan Zhilin were sitting not far away, looking at them with relief. Such a scene is so satisfying, it deeply hurt Huan Mandala’s eyes.

Huan Mantu turned his head and found that Rong Yan’s expression also softened, and his eyes were full of children and Huan Xuejin. Huan Manda snorted in his heart, knowing that Huan Xuejin could not stay.

Since Huan Mandala and Rong Jie got married, Huan Xuejin became seriously ill, and then she refused to talk about marriage. The eldest lady thought that Huan Mandala would stay until the age of nineteen, so she didn’t force it. What if their family can produce another purple star?

But Huan Mandala doesn’t need other purple stars at all.

It doesn’t work to say it, and it will startle the snake, so Huan Mandala did not express his feelings, but arranged a banquet. At the banquet, a very favored young master would encounter Huan Xue Jin. Huan Mandala believes that Huan Xue Jin’s appearance will definitely impress this young master.

When the time comes, the other party will come to the house to ask for marriage.

Huan Mandala sat in the tall pavilion, waiting for the good news ahead. Yesterday, a jar of spirit wine was sent to the kitchen, saying that it can relax body and mind and promote cultivation. Huan Mandala slowly puts on makeup, planning to invite Rong Jie over to enjoy the moon and wine tasting at night.

Halfway through her earrings, the door was suddenly pushed open. Huan Mantu turned his head and stood up in surprise: “Rong Yan, what’s the matter?”

Rong Jie’s face was frosty, colder than the white clothes on her body. He took out a jade pendant and asked: “Mandala, did you arrange the banquet?”

Huan Mantu was startled and realized that the matter had been exposed. She sat down unhurriedly, picked up the other ear clang, and slowly put it on the earlobe: “Yes.”

Rong Yan seemed to be holding back his anger, Huan Mandala had never seen him so angry since he met Rong Yan. He suppressed his voice and growled: “Why are you doing this?”

Huan Mantu was already impetuous. When she heard him questioning, she slammed the table and stood up hard: “My second sister is already at the age of marriage, so I can help her make fate. Is it wrong?”

Rong Jie looked at her as if he had just met her: “Fate?”

“Yes.” Huan Mandala quickly calmed down. She made arrangements, but can the young master see Huan Xuejin as the other party’s business? Huan Mandala did not persecute or intimidate, but arranged for young men and women to meet. What’s wrong? The more she thought about it, the more reasonable she should have said, “It’s a good thing for her to know more people. It’s a good thing to stay at home all day long. Although you two had a marriage contract before, you are now a stranger. Mr. Huan Xuejin If you don’t marry, I’m afraid it will attract others to say.”

When Rong Jie first entered the door, he was angry. Now he gradually calmed down, like ice spreading, and finally his eyes were quenched with frost: “This is why you do this kind of thing? I have said that I and she are just brothers and sisters. , Why do you keep entangled.”

Huan Mantu was deeply stung by these words, and suddenly became excited: “I am entangled? I know that I beat the mandarin ducks and forcibly broke you apart, but since you have agreed to get married, you should take it well. Who went all the way to ask her for medicine, who was by her side as soon as she heard her coughing, you kept saying that she was just a brother and sister, but which brother and sister would stay with her all night? You said I was entangled, who is entangled now? endlessly!”

Rong Yan clenched his fists, and the frost in his eyes shattered. He managed to endure the anger, and finally took a look at Huan Mandala, then turned and left: “Huan Mandala, I thought you were different from the rumors. But now it seems that I was wrong.”

Behind him came the sound of broken porcelain, Huan Mandala smashed everything he could smash at hand, and finally slipped exhausted. Seeing that the voice inside had ceased, the maid came back tremblingly: “Miss, calm down.”

Huan Mandala sat quietly for a while and asked, “Check, what happened at the banquet.”

The news came back quickly, after all, the second lady who was like a fairy from the Huan family was too explosive to be drugged, and it spread to everyone within an afternoon. Huan Mantu’s face changed when he heard that Huan Xuejin was drugged.

How could it be possible, she had just arranged a chance encounter.

Huan Mantu immediately knew that she had been calculated, but she and Rong Yan had a big quarrel and smashed everything in the house, seeming to have taken the charge. Huan Manda endured this dumb loss, secretly investigated it in private, and quickly found the man behind the scenes.

The medicine was prepared by the new lady. She wanted to kill Huan Xuejin’s innocence with one stone and two birds with one stone. By the way, Huan Mandala was dismounted to remove obstacles for her son. Huan Mantu sneered and burned the note. When the maid saw this, she asked, “Miss, do you want to explain to your uncle?”

The medicine that Huanxuejin accidentally ingested is very inferior, not only has an aphrodisiac effect, but also penetrates into the bone marrow. If it cannot be detoxified in time, this medicine will turn any chaste woman into a prostitute, who will stick to it when she sees a man until she is relieved. But the antidote has a few flavors that are very difficult to match. On the day Huanxuejin was poisoned, Rong Jie went outside to look for the drug.

Huan Mantu said with a cold face, “Explain what, anyway, he won’t believe it.”

“Miss.” The maid persuaded me, “While the teeth are still knocking to the tongue, how can two people live together, how can they not stumbling? I will believe it.”

Huan Mantu had the intention of seeking peace. Under the persuasion of the maid, she half-pushed and half-situated and sent it to Rong Jie. She was afraid that the summons talisman would be hijacked by the new lady, so she didn’t write the details on it, only that she found out about the banquet, and asked Rong Jie to come back and talk to her in detail.

Soon, Huan Mantu received a reply from Rong Jie. The talisman said that he was waiting for the elixir to mature and could not leave. If you have anything to say about Huan Mandala, you can come here and talk to him face to face.

The antidote does grow in the first-line sky, Huan Mandala has no doubt, and immediately packs up and goes to the first-line sky. The maid worried: “Miss, you just entered the sword tomb not long ago, and your injuries have not been recovered. Will it be dangerous to go to the sky alone this time?”

“Maybe something.” Huan Mantu said nonchalantly, “With Lingxu swordsmanship, who can hurt me?”

Indeed, since Huan Mandala learned the Lingxu swordsmanship, he has never lost against others. Even if she has injuries and is not in her best condition, she has the confidence to force her to retreat.

But Huan Mantu didn’t expect that what she had to face was also Ling Xu’s swordsmanship.

As the name suggests, the terrain is narrow, easy to defend and difficult to attack, with only a small crack above it that allows light. Huan Mandala was surrounded by people, and his body was covered with blood. She was forced to the cliff, staring at the person ahead: “Why do you use Lingxu Sword Art?”

Huan Xuejin stood at the forefront holding the sword, blood dripping from the tip of the sword. She shook a sword flower and slowly raised her long sword: “Huan Mandala, you humiliate my mother, break my cultivation base, and ruin my innocence. You are full of evil, now die!”

Huan Xuejin said that he used a stroke of his hand, which was clearly Ling Xu’s sword technique. Huan Mandala laughed up to the sky, smiling with tears in his eyes: “Rong Jie, Rong Jie!”

Huan Xuejin has never entered the sword mound, how can she Ling Xu Jianjue? Only Rong Jie can think of Huan Mandala.

Although Huan Mandala’s spiritual consciousness has been restricted, the restriction only prevents her from telling others about her sword. If she talks with others, it will not touch the restriction. When she learned the first ten styles of Lingxu swordsmanship, she used to dismantle Rong Jie. With Rong Jie’s understanding of swordsmanship, it was not difficult to restore the original swordsmanship.

It’s ridiculous that she thought she was in harmony with Rong Jiefu’s sings together, but in the end he was just imagining and wanting to draw Ling Xu sword art from her. It’s embarrassing for him that a person like ice and snow is willing to sacrifice her hue to her vicious and mediocre woman.

Huan Mandala slowly swept across the crowd, and everyone in front of her stared at her viciously, wishing to swallow Huan Mandah alive. It’s a pity that Rong Jie is not there. He hated her so much, and once the undercover was successful, he would not even look at her again.

The Rong family is still counting the crimes of Huan Mandala, Huan Mandala is too lazy to listen, and she is even more unlikely to make a gesture of surrender to Huan Xuejin. She would rather die than bow her head in front of Huan Xuejin.

Huan Mandala forcefully stepped into the air from the cliff, flew high over the cliff, and let himself fall. Yixiantian is a sacred place for medicinal materials. There are various precious elixir, but the terrain is also steep and dense with poisonous insects. And Huan Mandala jumped directly off the cliff, hitting many stones and being bitten by many poisons along the way. When she finally landed, there were few intact bones on her body.

She was like a pool of flesh and blood, falling on the stone at an abnormal angle. Huan Mandala struggled to open his eyes, and his eyes were all black and there was no light at all.

The last thought before Huan Manda’s death was to lament how deeply she fell, so that even a ray of sky could not be seen.