Chapter 23 Chapter Twelfth Red Lotus Red Flame

The eyes of the white-clothed priest froze for an instant, and he saw the black box held by the injured left hand of the scarlet-clothed woman—at that moment, Jia Ruo's hand trembled uncontrollably, and the gloomy and indifferent eyes flashed all the time. Surrounded by the believers, he subconsciously took a step back and stared at the lightning-like light. "Who are you? Who are you!" He took a step back, but Ah Jing followed closely and continued to press, but his voice was trembling.The Xuewei sword in her hand was straight at his heart, and the crimson sword turned into a myriad of clear lights, reflecting the priest's pale face.

"Ming'er..." Jia Ruo raised his hand and pointed in front of the sword tip, his eyes were unexpectedly messed up, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice, "Who do you think I am?" ?” Ah Jing looked at his raised hand—on the middle finger of his right hand, the small jade ring tightened his fingers—it was the first ornament she carved back then, but when Qing Lan gave her the amulet, he gave it to her. brother. The priest in white stretched out his hand towards her, with the jade ring on his finger, he called her by a name that no outsider knew before, he had recited the secret sword formula that was not handed down by the Baidi sect, he had Zhu Er Such phantom beasts...

Who is he?Who is he?He is... Qing Lan? ! "Don't call me Ming'er! Don't call me!" The scarlet-clothed woman suddenly had madness and confusion in her eyes, she yelled sharply, and instantly drew an arc with her right hand, forcing the white-clothed priest to back away three feet again.Ah Jing's hands gradually trembled, and she looked at Jia Ruo in front of her without blinking, and the grief in her eyes suddenly bottomed out: "You are not Qing Lan!——Qing Lan is dead! Already dead!" With trembling hands, she slammed back to open the black box in her hand—the mysterious black box that she did not hesitate to protect with flesh and blood to prevent others from being hurt in the bloody battle just now.Her hand was bleeding, and the blood dripped from her fingertips. Her severely injured left arm couldn't complete this movement accurately. Suddenly, the box fell from her arms!

At that moment, for some reason, even Jia Ruo seemed to be struck by lightning, and stepped back subconsciously, but his eyes were fixed on the box that fell, opened, and turned over, and the eyes under the gem ring were changing complicatedly. "Crack." The box fell to the ground, the contents fell out, turned over slightly, and stopped on the ground. It was a head.The boy's head. But the head of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. I don't know what method was used, but the brows and eyes seem to be the same as before, gentle and quiet, with a compassionate and calm expression.However, judging from the neat incision, it has been a long time since the head was chopped off with a knife.

The head rolled out of the box and landed on the ground, maintaining a faint smile with eyes closed. Jia Ruo was suddenly speechless, looking at the solitary human head on the ground, his hand trembled more and more, suddenly turned back and pressed it on his brow, as if trying to control something, tremblingly asked: " You, how did you find it? Who told you!—” Hearing such an inquiry from the priest of the Moon Worship Sect, Ah Jing's body suddenly trembled.Suddenly, she sneered, and the more she laughed, the more unscrupulous she became: "So I have been deceived by being a fool? I actually believed that you are Qing Lan... Obviously your face is completely different from Qing Lan, and it is obvious that the phantom beast can choose again after the death of the master. Host, people who clearly know that you are the enemy can do whatever they can... I actually thought you were Qing Lan without any doubt from the very beginning!"

In the laughter of the woman in scarlet clothes, Jia Ruo's face was as pale as death. The boy's head smiled quietly at A Jing in his arms, and his jet-black hair, in locks, was wrapped around A Jing's blood-soaked arm.The young Qinglan's face was so serene and clear, as if all his wishes had been fulfilled and he had no more thoughts. Qing Lan... Qing Lan.What is your wish again? Now the smile on your eyebrows is so calm, is it because you finally saw that person again and kept the star where you will meet again? The Moon Worshiper on the high platform saw a white robe suddenly flitted out of the temple - it was the sleepy priest who finally woke up early, and Minghe had not recovered from his joy, but he had already seen Shang Jiaruo by the bottom of the holy lake. The scene of confrontation with Ah Jing——in Ming He's eyes, unspeakable sadness and secret joy suddenly flashed.

Finally... finally the time has come to reveal it all. That woman in scarlet clothes, that stubborn and unyielding phoenix who claims to soar nine days in the martial arts world, finally knows today that what she wants has already been lost forever!Her Qinglan... no longer exists. Jia Ruo, just Jia Ruo, the high priest of Moon Worship Sect.It has nothing to do with her, neither Shu Jingrong nor Qing Ming.Even, because of their different standpoints, the two of them are already sworn rivals who will fight to the death. Now that Tingxue Tower has been attacked down the mountain, if Jia Ruo truly broke with this woman and separated her relationship, he can take her back as a hostage again, and force Xiao Yiqing to retreat at the right time.I was too impulsive... Unexpectedly, because I couldn't hold back for a while, I opened the shrine and showed Jiaruo's secret to that stubborn and proud woman.

Almost... almost broke something big.Thanks to the blessing of the moon god, the priest woke up early, and things turned around—in this way, not only the Moon Worship Sect could still hold this important hostage, but she finally let go of the big stone in her heart.Completely erase the woman's nostalgia for Jia Ruo in her heart. Ming He smiled, but there was some uncertainty in her eyes - for some reason, she always felt that something was wrong... It was something she had never expected, something beyond the range of problems she had thought about. "Quickly transfer all the people who surrounded Shu Jingrong by the holy lake to the gate of the palace!—the high priest is here, and she can't escape." Seeing that the turmoil and dust at the foot of the mountain had gradually disappeared from the gate of the palace, Under the gloomy sky, the new moon shone on the altar, and the moon worshiper on the altar began to order the altar masters around, "By the way, go and see, why hasn't the Lone Light Guardian appeared yet? Is it because he didn't receive my order just now?" ?—Let him quickly take his disciples to the gate of the palace to intercept Tingxuelou troops! Here, as long as the high priest captures Shu Jingrong, we will be able to eliminate this war disaster."

"Yes." The altar master took the order, hurriedly retreated, and disappeared into the dense crowd. On the edge of the holy lake, when the three thousand disciples of the Moon Worship Sect saw the priest, they immediately showed admiration on their faces, bowed their heads and retreated, and gradually enlarged the encirclement, leaving the priest and the woman in scarlet to stand alone in the open space—— Such a scene was actually exactly the same as in the Nayan cottage ten years ago. It's just that the roles between the hostage and the protector were completely wrong. "It's ridiculous..." Ah Jing closed her eyes slightly, as if she was trying to suppress something, but a wry smile couldn't help but overflow from the corner of her lips, "I made up my mind at one point, never let Master Baidi His prophecy has come true—even if Qing Lan kills me, I would rather be killed than kill him!"

She opened her eyes, stared fiercely at the priest of the Moon Worship Sect in white clothes, looked at his pale face and dark blue eyes, and sneered: "It's really easy to calculate! —— In this way, you can't bear Qing Lan If you don’t use your name, I won’t be able to attack you.” "Have you really thought that you would rather die than kill Qinglan?" For some reason, the white-clothed priest who had been entangled in pain between his eyebrows suddenly smiled after the box fell to the ground, and asked back, his expression relaxed . The fingers of the woman in scarlet clothes trembled, she lowered her head, and looked at the familiar face ten years ago in her arms. The blood on her fingers flowed on the pale skin of her head, which was shocking.Ah Jing's voice suddenly trembled in pain——

"It's useless... It turns out that it's useless for me to struggle, think, and make choices!" She raised her eyes and looked at the blue sky in southern Xinjiang. There, a white cloud passed by leisurely, and the woman in scarlet clothes The voice was trembling, with a hint of reluctance and a shrill voice, "It was already doomed...that prophecy began to come true ten years ago! ——Two years ago, I killed Qingyu——At that time, the prophecy was It has come true!" "Yes." Hearing what the woman in scarlet clothes said, Jia Ruo suddenly lowered his head, his jet-black hair drooped down to cover his eyes. He sighed, "Yes, what you said is correct. - Qing Lan, died in the Miao Village ten years ago. He couldn't keep up after you broke through - because he was already dead. " "Jia Ruo, how on earth did you know everything in the past?!" Ah Jing's eyes gathered again, as sharp as needles, piercing the white-clothed priest in front of him, and asked coldly, with unconcealable anger in his voice, "You , You... What method did you use? You can actually know such details, so complete! Who are you?" "Heh, heh..." Lowering his head, Jia Ruo suddenly couldn't help laughing softly, he shook his head slowly, as if he didn't know what to say, he just laughed twice, but didn't speak. "You killed him? Did you not!" Ah Jing suddenly had flames burning in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and asked word by word. "Yes. I ate him..." Jia Ruoshu raised his head, with a cold smile in his dark blue eyes, looking at the woman in scarlet clothes covered in blood in front of him, he smiled slightly, saying every word. The simple answer, "I ate Qing Lan. I got his power and inherited all his memories along the way." Ah Jing's hand trembled suddenly, and he raised his head and looked coldly at the white-clothed priest in front of him, his eyes were burning fiercely - it was a memory buried deep in his heart for many years, once it was completely shattered, it turned into a red lotus fire, almost It can burn everything in the three realms of heaven and earth! The crimson sword light soared into the sky, piercing the gloomy sky, as if an indifferent blood splashed down from the sky. Jia Ruo seemed to have expected that the opponent would suddenly unleash a fierce killer, at this moment he stepped on his toes and stepped back three feet, but the sword energy from the Xuewei sword still scratched the clothes on his shoulders. In the shadow of heavy swords, the priest in white is as fast as a ghost.Although his face was a little weak and pale due to early awakening and the impact of backlash had not completely faded, but compared to the seriously injured woman in scarlet who entered the siege alone and went here before the bloody battle, he had the upper hand . However, there was a light in A Jing's eyes that would frighten ghosts and gods. She gritted her teeth and held Qing Lan's head in her left hand. The blood flowed down half of her body, but the Xuewei sword in her right hand was rushing to attack, swift and fierce, like lightning. vertical and horizontal.The swordsmanship she displayed at this time has reached the peak of her life because of her murderous aura. "Ding." At the moment when the Xuewei sword pierced the throat again, Jia Ruo raised his hand while retreating quickly, and raised his right hand and middle finger together, blocking the sword at the moment of urgency - exactly, the tip of the sword pierced On the ring of his middle finger, there was a small crisp sound.Then, the broken jade flakes were cracked. "Ah?" Suddenly, Ah Jing was startled for some reason, and the sword in his hand froze slightly. In that instant, that small cracking sound seemed to reach the deepest part of her heart—the indifferent and proud eyes of the woman in scarlet clothes could no longer control the deep sorrow.Suddenly, an unknown amount of memories flooded in, overwhelming her so much that she could no longer think and act. At this moment, Jia Ruo immediately raised his hand when he saw the gap in the sword screen, and pointed it straight at Ah Jing's eyebrows. A faint blue light flashed. "Didn't you ask me what it is?" He rushed over and mercilessly pointed at Ah Jing's fatal spot between his eyebrows. The priest in white looked indifferent and blurred, and said in a cold tone, "I can tell you——I am not Qinglan." Ah Jing came back to his senses after a moment of loss of consciousness, looked at the bullying opponent, turned his wrist sharply, and swung the long sword with an arc-shaped light curtain to block the fingers coming from the air. However, it seemed that there was something invisible in mid-air Suddenly, the long sword in her hand was shaken violently, and she almost dropped it. "Actually, I'm nothing." At the moment when the power was intertwined, Jia Ruo's tone suddenly became a little sad, and a gleam of light flashed in his dark blue eyes. After Wei Jian, he continued to point at the left shoulder of the woman in scarlet clothes, "I am nothing..." The finger of the priest in white was as fast as lightning, but it was like an antelope's horns, without a trace. The sword in the right hand was shaken away, and there was no time to defend it. To block the opponent's attack with a backhand, the left hand had to be released—however, at the critical moment, Ah Jing was holding the dead man's head tightly, refusing to Let go. She didn't want to let go... Although, what was lost would never come back. Jia Ruo's finger hit the Jianjing point on her left shoulder, instantly freezing the woman's figure.The blood on Ah Jing's left arm soaked his clothes, and the dark red blood flowed down his fingers, staining his snow-white robe. The priest lowered his head to look at her flaming eyes, and suddenly smiled in a somewhat complicated way. , I don't know what kind of expression it is. "Qing Lan is dead." His eyes under the forehead ring were as indifferent as ice and snow, looking at Ah Jing, he suddenly raised his hand, pointed to his heart, and lowered his eyes, "—he died here!" "I'm nothing." Jia Ruo's fingers gently lifted the sandalwood amulet around the neck of the scarlet-clothed woman, lowered her head, and repeated the sentence very lightly.His eyes shone coldly under the forehead ring, with a slight daze and sadness, serene and calm. "You—" However, Ah Jing's eyes intersected with him, but suddenly he was struck by lightning and exclaimed. No, no, that...that is clearly Qing Lan's eyes!Absolutely not wrong... Although after so many years, she has never seen that look in anyone else's eyes.Only Qing Lan, only Qing Lan. She suddenly understood why she identified the person in front of her as Qing Lan—it was because of the look in her eyes. Although it was a completely unfamiliar face, this priest in white had the same eyes as Qing Lan. When she saw that look, she completely believed that she and Qing Lan had reunited in Southern Xinjiang, where they were separated ten years ago. However... Unexpectedly, it was just the meeting of light and shadow, just an illusory reunion! "Because you don't see it, it's two clouds at different heights—it looks like they overlap when you look underneath, but in fact they never meet." Such a sentence suddenly rang in my ears... The deep meaning in the words of the white-clothed priest at that time turned out to be the same. Suddenly, Qing Lan's eyes disappeared from the eyes of the priest, and Jia Ruo stopped talking, and handed the immobilized scarlet-clothed woman to the disciples of the Moon Worship Sect who surrounded her and knelt down: "Look at her carefully!" ! Can’t let her escape anymore! — Let the leader personally guard this Tingxuelou person..." After a pause, Jia Ruo turned his eyes to the palace gate, where there was already the sharp sound of swords and soldiers clashing, accompanied by many dying cries and wailing sounds - Tingxuelou... Tingxuelou has come, right? ? Blood and fire, will surely annihilate the bright moon?After this war, the entire Moon Palace, and even the entire southern border will become a Shura field, right?Xiao Yiqing came here with the anger of revenge, and vowed to make the Moon Worship Sect disappear completely in southern Xinjiang; and the disciples of the Moon Worship Sect, although their martial arts are low, and most of them do not understand the art, but all of them are martyred fearless of death. This time, is it really going to be littered with corpses and blood flowing like rivers? Is the "catastrophe" of the Moon Worship Sect predicted by Bingling, and even the previous generation of astrological female historians, really about to come to an end? Qing Lan...Qing Lan, now that you have seen her, you have guarded the star where you will meet in the end——Next, come and help me realize my wish. Vulture Mountain.moon palace.The gate of Suzaku Palace. "Dharma Protector...Master Dharma Protector, you are finally here. We, we... can no longer hold..." The disciples at the gate of the palace saw the green shirt that swept past, and the altar master who took the lead finally breathed a sigh of relief. He threw himself forward and knelt at Gu Guang's feet, complaining intermittently, but after half a sentence, his voice gradually dissipated, and he threw himself to death in the blood-stained dust all over the ground. The Warlock in Tsing Yi changed the comfortable robes he usually wears, and put on a strong suit with narrow sleeves and a cinched waist. The soul-destroying sword that he never took out of the house easily was carried on his shoulder, and his whole body was full of murderous aura. . "Dharma protector... Lord Dharma protector is here..." Cheers quickly spread among those disciples of the Moon Worship Sect who were still fighting hard. Those who could no longer support themselves wiped the blood and sweat from their foreheads, There was a light in the eyes. Moon Worship Sect is based in southern Xinjiang with its teachings. Although its teachings are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and there are countless believers, most of them are ordinary people. They only know how to worship and worship the moon god on weekdays. Even children who practice martial arts are rare.However, at this moment, those gathered in front of the Moon Palace are the people from Tingxuelou who have crossed Lancang—the leader of the martial arts who once traversed the martial arts in the Central Plains and wiped out all gangs! The corpses at the gate of the palace had already piled up to half a person's height, and most of them were young disciples of the Moon Worship Sect.However, with those piled up corpses as a barrier, the remaining disciples are still trying their best to guard the palace gate, relying entirely on the fanaticism of martyrs, putting aside life and death, and rushing up in an orderly manner round after round Listen to Xuelou's people fighting! The barrier of flesh and blood has been piled up higher and higher, and the number of children guarding the palace gate has gradually decreased.Standing in a pool of blood, the Warlock in Tsing Yi looked at the people from Tingxuelou rushing up again from outside the door, and suddenly waved his hand and ordered: "Everyone back off, let me come." "Yes." Hearing the order of the guardian, the disciples breathed a long sigh of relief, and the first few disciples immediately retreated to make way for a way-the spiritual power of the guardian of the lonely light, in the religion, is only available to Priest Jiaruo. Under the circumstances, once he makes a move now, the pressure on Suzaku Palace will be reduced by half. "Everyone, take this amulet with you. I came here specially to pray in front of the moon god." As he walked over, Gu Guang distributed a bag of black and yellow amulets in his hand, and ordered his disciples to bring them to defend against the enemy. The Warlock in Tsing Yi stood in front of the open Suzaku Gate of the Moon Palace, under the dim sky rising at the new moon, looking at the Tingxuelou people and horses surrounding the Moon Palace like iron barrels, there was a secret smile in his eyes——this is the sky-shattering Blood, let's sprinkle it as much as you want!Annihilate this bright moon, this moon palace, this Vulture Mountain, and all the upper and lower worlds together! ——It doesn't matter to him, as long as he can get power! "Zheng." With a soft sound, the Miehun Sword jumped out from behind Gu Guang, circling several times in the air, and jumped into his hand. The Warlock in Tsing Yi stood at the gate of the palace full of corpses of his disciples, smiled coldly, and returned the sword. ——However, instead of killing the Tingxuelou people who came up to besiege from below, he suddenly waved his hand and restrained the two deputy altar masters of the Moon Worship Sect who were guarding the gate on the left and right! The surrounding disciples were terrified, but suddenly they found that they couldn't even scream in shock—as if they were restrained by some magic spell, they all stood in place like wood sculptures and clay sculptures, unable to move a bit. A dark yellow talisman. The "talisman" issued by the Dharma Protector was bound to stick to their bodies, holding everyone in place. "Worship the moon to teach Zuo Guardian Guguang, and we are here to welcome Lord Tingxue into the palace." The long sword swung out, drawing a graceful arc, pushing away the piles of corpses, and the tip of the sword was splashed with blood from the disciples. The blood drooped slightly, and the Tsing Yi warlock slightly bowed, smiled and spoke softly at the open palace gate, looking at the mountain road. As if they had received some order, the people listening to Xuelou on the mountain road had already stopped their hands, but the countless people in the fierce battle did not make a sound, and retreated silently from left to right like a tide, making way for them—— At the end of the road, a soft sedan chair was carried by four boys in Tsing Yi, and they came up from the mountain road silently. "Eh?" The situation here suddenly changed drastically, and the people in Xuelou were also taken aback suddenly, and the few people who rushed to attack first stopped.However, seeing the defector, a girl in a lake blue shirt suddenly frowned and blurted out a low exclamation. Gu Guang didn't pay attention to who was talking, but just looked at a sedan chair in the distance on the mountain road.However, the girl in the lake blue shirt who heard that Xuelou was the first to attack stared at him blankly. He started to look at the Warlock in Tsing Yi, and finally asked, "Is that you?" "Oh?" Gu Guang was stunned for a moment, and didn't see her until the girl in blue shirt walked in front of her. Suddenly, an uncontrollable smile overflowed the warlock's indifferent and gloomy lips—oh, it turned out to be her. That snow-white dream epiphyllum. "Who do you say I am?" Gu Guang laughed suddenly, looked down at the blue-shirted girl who came to him and looked at him, and asked in a tone that he couldn't think of himself.It's really strange... No matter what, this girl shouldn't recognize him anymore, that dream epiphyllum has absorbed all the memories of that day in her heart. As expected, Ruoshui was stopped by his question, and was stunned for a while, unable to answer.When the companions behind her saw her rushing out, in front of that person whose friend and foe were not separated, they all sweated for her, and whispered to her to be careful. However, the girl in blue raised her sword to be on guard, but still looked at Gu Guang with some puzzlement, and suddenly blurted out: "I recognize you." Gu Guang was startled suddenly, but before he could ask back, Ruoshui shook his head, his eyes were a little confused: "But, but... when did I recognize you?" Thinking about it, the girl in blue shirt was a little confused After getting up, at last, after listening to her companion's advice, she backed away helplessly, while protecting herself with her sword, looked at Gu Guang, and finally said a sentence: "I remember that you don't seem to be considered a bad person..." "Ah?" The Warlock in Tsing Yi blurted out his mouth in surprise, gloomy gleams suddenly appeared in his eyes, and there was a flattered expression on his face, he couldn't help but burst out laughing - a pure white dream epiphyllum can bloom in his heart.