Wind and Rain - Chapter 90

Vermillion gauze tent, sandalwood warm.

The saint sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at the flowery face in the mirror through the mirror without expression.

Yu’er was behind her, picked up a golden hairpin and put it into the coiled bun.

“Sister, Yu’er doesn’t understand, why do you want to move those old guys now?!” Yu’er couldn’t help but said, “You and Cheng Xuexiang didn’t make an appointment, you save the Lianshan clan, and he will help you get it back. Wuji Villa. Now you want to kill the elders of the Lianshan clan, isn’t it a matter of time?!”

The saint sneered: “Yu’er, you are too naive. Do you think Cheng Xuexiang made a covenant with me in good faith?!”

“What?! Could it be that he is deceiving elder sister?!” Yu’er said angrily, “That elder sister still waters that sacred tree with her own blood every day?!”

“It doesn’t matter if he lied to me or not.” Saint Aunt played with the wooden comb on the table with both hands. “Anyway, his role has been used up.”

“What on earth is my sister trying to do?!” Yu’er asked in confusion.

“Silly Yu’er, you don’t need to know what elder sister wants to do.” The saint stood up. “The time has come, let’s go out.”

Yu’er nodded and walked behind the saintly girl towards the closed vermilion door.

As soon as the door opened, the originally isolated hustle and bustle and the throbbing fire and heat wave rushed towards the face.

When the people who had been waiting outside saw the saint’s appearance, they all knelt down on one knee and gave a big salute.

The saint raised her head and walked to the wooden platform that had been set up in the center of the courtyard. The three scrawny Lianshan elders were tied to the platform.

The saint passed through the crowd, walked straight over, glanced coldly at the three elders, then grabbed one of them, bit her own finger first, squeezed out a few drops of blood to feed the elder to drink, and touched it with the palm of her hand. On top of that thin head, luck began to exert force.

Yu’er was still following Saint Aunt, and the others in the courtyard voluntarily lined up to stand in line, with Sifangzhai aborigines and martial arts practitioners who later defected in a clear line on both sides. Everyone stood with their heads bowed, just waiting for the saint’s order. If you look closely, there are clearly a few gaunt martial artists who occasionally look up at the three Lianshan elders, their eyes full of irrational covetousness.

The blood of the Lianshan people can already bring happiness like a fairyland, but I don’t know what the blood of these old guys is like.

After a stick of incense, the elder under Saint Aunt showed signs of waking up slightly, and the hands that hung softly on both sides of the body twitched occasionally.

Saint Aunt suddenly let go of the elder, and coldly ordered two Wuji Villa disciples to come over and set him up.

A basin of cold water was poured over his head, and the old man shuddered and finally began to regain consciousness.

As if that wasn’t enough, the saint just stood by and watched, ordering the disciples to do their best to wake up the elder.

When the third basin of cold water was poured down, the elder finally couldn’t bear the stimulation and recovered a little bit of consciousness.

“Elder, do you still remember me?!” The saint stepped forward with a kind smile on the corner of her mouth.

The elder was supported by the forcibly injected poisonous blood and internal force, and was repeatedly stimulated by the biting ice water, so he was able to maintain a sense of sobriety. At this time, he was suffering from body to heart.

He forced his yellow eyes and glanced at the saint. It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength with just one glance, then lowered his eyelids and moved his lips: “You are… that little girl.”

“The elder has a good memory.” The saint continued to laugh, “I happened to have a question that the elder needed to answer, so I woke the elder up. It disturbed the elder’s purity. As long as the elder answered my question well, I would definitely treat the elder well. The elders are also clean.”

The elder lowered his head and did not move, but Saint Aunt knew that he was still awake and heard her words.

The saint came closer, with a hint of gloom in her voice: “The holy son of the Lianshan clan—who is it?!”

The elder moved and slowly raised his eyes: “You…haven’t found him yet?! Thank you god…”

“Elder, you are so old, why bother with yourself?!” the saint said, “I only need to know who the holy son is, and I believe the elders don’t want me to arrest the Lianshan people one by one and torture them. “

“They don’t know…” The elder defended in a low voice, “Actually… I don’t know either, the Holy Son was chosen by the Divine Tree, and you have already destroyed the Divine Tree. With the naked eye, no one can tell that he has the ability to reach the sky. Who is the Son of God?”

“If this is the case, then the elder will become a useless person.” The saint’s voice cooled down, “Wuji Villa never raises the disabled.”

As soon as the saint’s voice fell, a cool wind wrapped in dark power suddenly came from behind. She suddenly turned sideways to avoid it, and when she looked back, it was actually Cheng Xuexiang holding the shadow blade and pointing at her with the bright tip of the sword.

“Sacred aunt, this is not included in our agreement.” Cheng Xuexiang said expressionlessly, the sword in his hand pointed firmly at the aunt, as long as she moved slightly, his sword could seal all her possessions in an instant. retreat.

“Since it’s not included, why should Alliance Master Cheng meddle in his own business.” The saint snorted coldly, “You are meddling with your own business now, don’t blame me for accidentally killing your little sapling. At that time, all the Lianshan The clansmen were not treated and died of poisoning, but it was all the fault of your Alliance Leader Cheng.”

“You!” Cheng Xuexiang glared at her angrily.

Saintess knew that Cheng Xuexiang had some scruples, so she was even more confident. Despite being pointed at by the Shadow Blade, Cheng Xuexiang couldn’t kill her at all. After all, only she could save the divine tree, right? !

With a wave of her hand, the saint aunt said coldly to the disciples of Wuji Villa behind her: “Kill this old man, remember to take the blood, and give it to my loyal subordinates.”

Excited cries erupted from the crowd. Cheng Xuexiang’s eyes widened slightly, watching the disciple raise the steel knife, and he was about to slash at the elder’s body.

Not wanting to confront Saint Nun any more, Cheng Xuexiang could only move his footsteps and fend off the disciple of Wuji Villa with a sword.

It’s just that he has some scruples after all, and he can’t kill the killer. The saint just stood there and watched Cheng Xuexiang awkwardly stand in front of the elder, trying to save his life under the siege of everyone.

Why is there always such a person in this world, fighting so hard for the lives of others? !

The divine tree needs the saint aunt’s ability to revive, and this alone restrains Cheng Xuexiang’s hands and feet. He can’t kill him, he can’t escape, and if this keeps dragging on, I’m afraid that a few elders will eventually die.

Cheng Xuexiang was struggling with not knowing how to get out, when two black shadows suddenly leaped over the wall, like two gusts of light wind, in an instant, they swept across the large courtyard from outside the wall and approached.