The sect leader in white glanced at Yang Ruoqing, who immediately covered her mouth.

Okay, I won't complain anymore.

No matter how high the wall is, it can't stop Yang Ruoqing, let alone the master in white.

The two of them quietly entered the inner courtyard of Zhujian Villa.

"Senior, how about we split up to look for him next?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Before the sect leader in white had time to answer, many men with swords appeared from all directions.

They were wearing uniform green shirts and holding uniform swords in their hands. No need to guess, these people must be Zhuge Qingyun's disciples.

"Who is here? How dare you break into the Sword Forging Villa without permission?" The leader, a man holding a sword, shouted angrily in a deep voice.

The white-clothed sect master snorted coldly, raised his hand, and transformed into a white shadow and rushed into the crowd of swordsmen.

Then, it swept through it like a tornado, and the previously menacing swordsmen fell to the ground like wheat being harvested without even having a chance to draw their swords.

Of course, there was no need for Yang Ruoqing to take action.

Seeing the white-clothed sect leader knocking all these swordsmen to the ground as cleanly as flowing water, Yang Ruoqing was so surprised that she couldn't even close her mouth.

She used to think that her speed was fast enough, but she didn't expect that there was someone outside this person. No wonder he said that she was a three-legged cat in Kung Fu. It was true!

"What are you still doing? Go and save people!"

In a daze, the master of the white-clothed sect came to her.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and said, "Oh, okay!"

He followed the white-clothed sect master and walked straight in. From the outside, Zhujian Villa looked very big, but now that he came in, it was even bigger.

The master of the white-clothed sect walked like the wind, leading Yang Ruoqing all the way through this huge, maze-like villa.

On the way, they still met several groups of swordsmen and guards in the villa. Seeing these two unfamiliar intruders, they tried to intercept them.

But no one can get close to the body of the white-clothed sect master.

The master of the white-clothed sect perfectly interprets this sentence of being wiped out in a flash of a finger!

Yang Ruoqing ran a few steps quickly to catch up with the master in white, "Senior, this villa is so big. If we want to find someone, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. May I ask where you are looking for it? Do you have a target?"

The leader of the white-clothed sect said: "I arrested someone from the villa earlier and asked. Zhuge Qingyun is in retreat in the back mountain, and Luo Fengtang should be imprisoned in a secret room."

"The secret room?" Yang Ruoqing pondered and looked at her feet: "Where will the secret room be?"

"Follow me!" said the sect leader in white.

Yang Ruoqing followed the white-clothed sect master again and continued walking through the large villa.

Xindao was accompanied by the master of the white-clothed sect. Entering the Sword Forging Villa was like entering an uninhabited land. It was not her turn to take action at all.

Of course, this presupposes that Zhuge Qingyun is in retreat.

"arrive."

The door owner in white clothes in front suddenly stopped.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and found that she was standing in front of a rockery. The rockery was covered with various plants and hanging vines.

There is trickling water on both sides, and birds and flowers are everywhere.

"It should be right here." The white-clothed sect leader said.

Then, he walked forward and groped on the stone wall.

Yang Ruoqing could tell that he was looking for an agency, so she quickly helped to look for him together.

Suddenly, she noticed that there was a vine nearby that was a little different from the other vines, so she reached out and pulled it gently.

"Boom boom boom..."

The rockery suddenly moved, and a stone rotated, creating a hole that could only accommodate one person.

"Senior, come quickly, the entrance is here!" Yang Ruoqing said quickly.

The sect leader in white looked at it and nodded: "Yes, indeed, I will go first."

Yang Ruoqing knew that he was taking care of her. During this period of time, she was traveling with the leader of the white-clothed sect. She found that although he had a surly temperament and was sometimes evil and sometimes good, he was always targeted.

If you really get to know him for a long time, you will find that the white-clothed sect leader is also very good at taking care of the people around him.

A certain room in the secret room was filled with the pungent smell of herbs, mixed with the fishy smell of blood.

A figure stood busy in front of a pile of bottles and jars, pouring the red liquid in this small bottle into another small bottle, and then adding different herbs on hand one by one, and then re-refining and studying...

Outside the secret room, Yang Ruoqing had entered step by step with the white-clothed sect master.

"I heard earlier that the secret room in Zhujian Villa is very unusual. I saw it today, and it is indeed so." The leader of the white-clothed sect said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's really big. I'm afraid there are secret rooms under this rockery, one inside another, like a maze."

The sect leader in white sneered: "Zhuge Qingyun, this lunatic, has some tricks."

"Senior, I feel that Feng Tang should be nearby!" Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped and said.

The door owner in white also stopped and saw Yang Ruoqing suddenly running to the left. As soon as the door opened, she heard the sound of iron chains hitting inside.

"Senior, it's here, it must be inside, I heard..."

She called to the sect leader in white clothes behind her, but she found that the sect master in white clothes was standing there with his back to her. He had his hands behind his back and raised his head to look at something on the stone wall in front of him.

Yang Ruoqing quickly turned back and found that what made the white-clothed sect master unable to move his footsteps and eyes was a portrait hanging on the stone wall in front of him.

The woman in the portrait is wearing a green skirt, her hair is styled into many colorful braids, her face is pretty, and her eyes are lively.

Especially when she smiles, the corners of her lips are as curved as a crescent moon.

She was playing with a strand of her pigtails with both hands, standing under a poplar tree, smiling beautifully and looking forward to her beautiful eyes.

"This is such a beauty." Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but murmured.

"Senior, if you like this portrait of a beautiful woman so much, I will take it off and bring it to you later." She continued,

"I heard the sound of iron chains coming from inside. Feng Tang must be inside. Let's go rescue people first..."

"You go inside to rescue Feng Tang, and I'll go find Zhuge Qingyun!"

The white-clothed sect master put down these words and turned around, heading towards the entrance.

Yang Ruoqing was startled and ran after him to stop him: "Senior, the plan we made before was to successfully bring Feng Tang out of Zhujian Villa!"

"Now the plan has changed unexpectedly, you quickly go to Feng Tang and take him away first, don't worry about me!" The leader of the white-clothed sect said, raising his feet to leave, he was grabbed by Yang Ruoqing again.

"Senior, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly change your plan? Can you give a reasonable reason?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

The white-clothed sect master glanced at the painting of a beautiful woman hanging on the wall. His usually calm face was no longer calm.

"That's Biyun!"

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was startled.

"Biyun in this portrait looks like she is in her early twenties. She was only sixteen or seventeen when she separated from me!"

"Why does Zhuge Qingyun have a portrait of twenty-year-old Biyun? Has he seen Biyun somewhere? I have to ask clearly!"
Chapter completed!