Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Ren Lan walked quickly to Lu Dongqing, took the bottle in his hand, looked at it carefully for a while, finally lowered her arms, put her palms on the edge of the table, and let out a long sigh.

She still didn't want to believe that the master she trusted and admired, who obeyed her words, betrayed her clansmen, and even betrayed the gods that the clansmen had believed in for generations.

But she only allowed herself to be depressed for a moment, then straightened her shoulders again, and continued to search in the room with the faint light.

She quickly found another piece of evidence—the simmering stove for boiling medicinal herbs, which was small in size and smaller than ordinary water stoves. The ash on the bottom of the stove was still brand new, apparently it was still in use not long ago.

Lu Dongqing also gained something. He opened the porcelain bottles on the shelf one by one to check, frowning and said: "The bottles here are all empty, and none of them are filled with pills."

Ren Lan pondered and said: "If the furnace for refining medicine is only this size, it is really difficult to refine too many pills. Besides..." She paused for a moment before saying, "Besides, Master's body can't bear it either."

The narrow stone room was damp and dark, with a gloomy air, almost like another cage.However, the owner of this cage chose to lock himself in without letting anyone know.

"It is precisely because it is impossible to refine a large amount of pills here that your master plans to hand over the Dragon Blood Vine to the Demon Cult."

After Lu Dongqing finished speaking, both of them were stunned by coincidence.The seriousness of the situation was understood almost at the same time.

Feng Tingjian assisted the Demon Cult in refining Fuyao Qingfeng, perhaps out of voluntary, or perhaps coerced by others, the reason is not important anymore.Both of them have witnessed the horror of Fuyao Qingfeng. If it flows into the rivers and lakes and is produced in large quantities, the consequences will be incalculable.

Ren Landao: "Today is the last day of the monthly ship opening. If you want to hand over the dragon blood vine, you have to take advantage of today."

"Similarly, the time to recover is only today," Lu Dongqing said, "and we misunderstood each other, wasting a lot of precious time."

Speaking of this, Ren Lan finally couldn't help covering her face and sighing: "I really don't understand why Master wants to assist the Demon Cult. I have always respected and feared him, but now that I think about it, I don't understand his thoughts at all."

Lu Dongqing said: "If you want to know his thoughts, the best way is to ask him face to face."

Ren Lan was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "You're right," her eyes scanned the room, stopping at the wall above the shelf, where the light leaked in, "Can we go out from there?"

Lu Dongqing moved closer to observe: "This gap is still too small, and the wall needs to be cut out." He dug out a crude shovel from a corner, held it in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Give it to me." Bar."

He held the handle of the shovel with both hands, raised his arm, poured all the strength into his body, and slammed it heavily against the wall.

The solid rock trembled slightly, shaking the ground under his feet. At the same time, there was a buzzing sound not far from outside.

Different from the blunt sound produced by a sharp weapon hitting a rock, the sound is thicker and more ethereal, like a gloomy and desolate note falling in a vast valley.

Lu Dongqing was surprised: "Is that the voice of Changning Bell?"

Ren Lan said: "Yes. Judging from the distance we have traveled, the location here is exactly at the foot of the statue."

Lu Dongqing was taken aback: "You mean the stone statue of the Goddess of Nine Heavens on the altar?"

Ren Lan nodded: "At the beginning of the statue's establishment, in order to transport the stone foundation, a part of the depression was deliberately cut out in the cliff. After the statue was erected, the depression was also filled with soil. Unexpectedly, it was dug up later and became The secret path we just walked through."

Lu Dongqing was dumbfounded. Who could have imagined that such a deviant monster was actually made at the feet of gods.

The god was silent for a long time, only the ordinary people at her feet were still struggling desperately, roaring and sighing.

The blunt object in Lu Dongqing's hand hit the rock again and again, and the Changning Bell vibrated accordingly, making a long clanging sound, which spread throughout the Lingquan Valley.

There are strict rules for the signals of the Changning Bell, with the seventh ringing being the highest, announcing that something important has happened in the Yushan clan, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

However, at this moment, the bell had already rang seven times, and it was still ringing uninterruptedly, shaking even the ground under his feet.

The people of the Yushan tribe stepped out of their homes one after another, came from the rope bridge in all directions, and gathered at the altar.

The chime of the bell was mixed with the sound of footsteps, and even Ren Lan couldn't help feeling anxious. Only Lu Dongqing ignored it completely and focused on digging the rock without distraction.

His posture is steady, as if he wants to knock everything in front of him.

Ren Lan stared blankly at his back, wanted to say something encouraging, but didn't know how to say it.

Words are superfluous in front of him. The stubbornness of this young man is far beyond her imagination.

Finally, the hard and heavy rock was chipped, and the broken stones slid along the wall and fell to the ground. The gap that was originally used to transmit light became an exit that was as wide as a person.

But at the same time, the ground shook violently.

"Oops," Ren Lan exclaimed, "The balance of the foundation has been destroyed, and the statue is likely to topple over!"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Dongqing grabbed her hand: "Senior sister, let's go!"

The crushed stones that fell from the top of the head continued to fall on the shoulders, and the two quickly drilled out of the stone room, one in front of the other. Just as they stood firm, they heard a loud bang behind them, and the dust that rose up covered their heads and covered their faces, engulfing the two of them. In the hustle and bustle.

Thousands of statues of gods stood in the center of the altar, but they fell to one side like uprooted trees, and their heroic figures fell into a cloud of dust.

The people of the Yushan clan panicked, and even knelt on the ground with a plop, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Xuannv, please forgive me, please forgive me, Lord Xuannv..."

The clansmen standing behind him looked at each other and knelt down one after another.

"God will not save us," a dignified voice sounded, "We must save ourselves!"

The person who spoke was Ren Lan. She walked out of the hustle and bustle, covered with dust all over her body, but her face was radiant.

She glanced at the clansmen in front of her, and said: "Stand up, the Yushan clan is facing an unprecedented crisis right now, and it is time for everyone to contribute."

After the words were finished, the members of the Yushan clan stood up one by one, first the warriors she personally trained, followed by other men, women and children. People still had puzzled faces, but they all obeyed his words.

Ren Lan was also faintly surprised that she could say such passionate words.

She turned her head to look at the junior brother beside her, could it be that she was also influenced by him inadvertently.

At this time, a familiar voice came from a distance: "Say... well said."

The voice was very weak, as thin as a mosquito's cry, but it just got into her ears.

She opened her eyes wide, and from behind the crowd, she saw the same family she had been with day and night, her left and right arms were supported by two people, and she maintained a standing posture weakly, her left breast was stained with blood.

"Qiming!?" Ren Lan immediately went forward.

An Qiming heard her footsteps, saw her figure approaching swayingly, finally completely lost his strength, slowly let go of the hands of the two, and let himself collapse on the ground.

"Qiming, are you okay?" Ren Lan knelt down beside him.

"For the time being, I'm not dead yet..." He was already angry, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised, trying to show a smile, "It seems that my life... is relatively large..."

"Don't say such unlucky words." Ren Lan stopped him immediately, her eyes lingering on the wound on his chest.She couldn't estimate how deep the wound was, but felt her heart sink even deeper.

An Qiming rolled his eyelids: "How about I put it another way? How can a genius like me, who is as smart and resourceful as I am, just cock his tail so casually?"

"You...you don't say anything..." But two lines of tears welled up in his eyes.

"Don't cry...it's really not like you. When I was a child...it was you who made me cry. I have never seen you shed a tear..."

An Qiming made heartless jokes, but slowly raised his hand, brushed it under her eyes, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

At this time, he saw the young man standing behind Ren Lan, coughed a few times, kept his arms raised, and pointed to the distance with his fingers.

"Dong... Dongqing, your master... hurry... hurry..."