This is the Luo Fengtang that Yang Ruoqing is familiar with, but it is not the Luo Fengtang that she is familiar with.

"Tang..."

Just as she opened her mouth, her vision suddenly went dark and she fainted.

He retracted the fingers that sealed her acupuncture points, leaned over and picked her up, and walked out of the secret room step by step.

It was already nighttime in the villa outside.

A full moon seemed to be hanging on the eaves of Zhujian Villa.

The swordsman disciples in the villa had already gathered here and blocked Luo Fengtang's path.

He stopped and turned to look at the bright moon in the sky behind him.

The pale moonlight shone into his fiery red pupils.

He seems to be thinking about something...

A kind of pressing pressure was continuously released from him...

There were many swordsmen around who were eager to try, but no one dared to speak.

Suddenly, a strong wind came, like a tiger coming down the mountain, roaring and roaring.

Luo Fengtang clearly didn't make any move, he just walked slowly with Yang Ruoqing in his arms.

Wherever he went, everyone and everything within three feet of his body were overturned and destroyed.

Like a hurricane passing by, long swords and daggers were scattered on the ground, and the villa disciples were everywhere wailing and writhing.

An open space in the backyard of the villa is the forbidden area of ​​the Zhujian Villa, and it is also the place where Zhuge Qingyun, the owner of the villa, goes into seclusion for cultivation.

At this time, Zhuge Qingyun and the leader of the white-clothed sect stood opposite each other, their eyes meeting in mid-air.

Every plant and tree around seemed to be still, and even the wind had stopped flowing.

"Tell me, where did you get that scene in the secret room?" asked the sect leader in white.

Zhuge Qingyun smiled: "I won't tell you."

The sect leader in white said: "Is that Biyun?"

Zhuge Qingyun did not deny it.

The white-clothed sect leader's eyebrows moved and his breathing became a little faster.

"Old man Zhuge, I'm so sorry to say this to you. Don't try to be mysterious and arrogant!"

The sect leader in white raised the jade Xiao in his hand and pointed it at Zhuge Qingyun:

"I'll ask you one last time. If you don't answer, I will destroy this Sword Forging Villa and let your disciples and grandchildren be buried with you for your stubbornness!"

Zhuge Qingyun raised his hand and smoothed his gray goat's beard, and said with a smile: "If you destroy my villa, I will go to Suolong Mountain, destroy the tomb, and uproot your peach blossom forest!"

"you……"

The sect leader in white was so angry that his fingers were trembling.

Zhuge Qingyun said: "Old Bai, your irritable temper has really not changed at all! I thought that these thirty years of retreat from the world would help you cultivate your moral character and guard against arrogance and impatience..."

"Shut up, old man Zhuge!" The white-clothed sect leader impatiently interrupted Zhuge Qingyun's words.

"Stop beating around the bush with me and ask for your conditions. What will it take for you to tell me the origin of that painting! Where have you seen Biyun?" he said.

Zhuge Qingyun smiled: "Old Bai, these are two questions!"

The white-clothed sect master held Yu Xiao's fingers and made a squeaking sound.

Zhuge Qingyun shifted his gaze from the white-clothed sect leader's fingers to his face.

"You promise to compete with me, and I will tell you where you got this portrait. How about that?" Zhuge Qingyun said.

The white-clothed sect leader nodded and agreed without thinking.

"Okay, let's get started!"

He took a step back and raised the jade Xiao in his hand.

The bright moonlight fell on the jade Xiao, and the Xiao's body glowed with a misty white light.

"Draw out your sword!" the white-clothed sect leader urged again.

Zhuge Qingyun shook his head: "I won't compete with you now."

"Why?" asked the sect leader in white.

Zhuge Qingyun said: "I will not compete with a disturbed person."

The sect leader in white said: "Are you saying that I am upset?"

Zhuge Qingyun said: "You know whether your mind is confused or not, why do you need me to tell you?"

The sect leader in white frowned.

After waiting for thirty years, if I had not held on to a glimmer of hope and hoped to reunite with Biyun in my lifetime, I would not have survived until now.

Finally got some news, can you not be excited? Can you not feel confused?

The sect leader in white took a deep breath, brushed his robe and sat on the ground, sitting cross-legged and meditating.

Zhuge Qingyun said: "In three days, we will fight at the top of Yanta Mountain behind Zhujian Villa. If you beat me, I will tell you."

"If you lose..."

"Stop it!" The leader of the white-clothed sect interrupted Zhuge Qingyun's words, "You are worrying too much, I will definitely win!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange noise suddenly came from the other side of the secret room, and then he saw a disciple from the Sword Forging Villa hurriedly coming towards this side.

"Master, something bad happened, the secret room was broken into..."

The disciple told Zhuge Qingyun everything about Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing's appearance, including the ghost doctor's death.

After hearing this, Zhuge Qingyun was surprised and then became excited.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for it, and finally I've waited, and I said that there is a treasure hidden in this kid's body!"

Zhuge Qingyun was eager to leave, but was stopped by the master of the white-clothed sect.

"I'll protect Luo Fengtang!" he said.

Zhuge Qingyun raised his eyebrows.

The sect leader in white continued: "He is my nephew and the son of an old friend. I was entrusted by my old friend to come to your Sword Forging Villa to fish for someone."

"So?" Zhuge Qingyun asked again.

The sect leader in white curled his lips, raised the jade Xiao in his hand, and looked like he was fighting to the end.

…

Yang Ruoqing didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She just felt that she had had a long dream.

In the dream, there was a lot of fighting, and there was blood all over the place.

There is red, blood and fire everywhere.

She ran in this chaos, and she saw Luo Fengtang. From his hair to his toes, he was all dyed red, like a bloody phoenix, like a burning fire!

When she found him, she happened to see him tearing apart the ghost doctor with his hands, tearing one off and then another.

"Tangyaozi, don't tear it up, don't tear it up..."

Yang Ruoqing rushed to hug him, but he was shaken away by his internal force, causing her internal organs to burn as if on fire.

Seeing him going crazy, Yang Ruoqing could only cry and shout helplessly.

The internal organs are getting hotter and will be burnt. Water, water, it would be nice if there was water...

When she was dazed, someone gently held up her head, and the warm and sweet liquid flowed into her mouth.

It slides all the way down the throat, as if the dry scorched earth has received a sweet rain...

When she opened her eyes again, it was night.

The candlelight in the room was dim, and her hand was held tightly in a pair of warm, calloused hands.

She turned her head and saw Luo Fengtang lying beside the bed, seemingly dozing off.

Her eyes softened, and she raised her other hand and gently stroked his hair.

He woke up immediately, raised his head and saw that she was awake, and his bloodshot eyes shone with surprise.

"Qing'er, you're finally awake!"

"How do you feel now? Are there any other discomforts on your body?" he asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing felt it carefully and shook her head gently: "Fortunately, apart from not having much strength, there is nothing special about it."

Actually, my chest still hurts a little...
Chapter completed!