Chapter 24 Inquiry

Du Xing pondered for a moment and felt that this fellow brother "Yan Baichuan" was very face-to-face. He had never seen this person in Qixuanmen, so he asked, "Xiaoyan, when did you enter Qixuanmen?" Why haven't I seen you? Whose hands do you work under?

Yan Ji's heart trembled. He couldn't answer this question and didn't know much about the inside of Qixuanmen, but Fortunately, Yan Ji had been prepared for this question for a long time. At present, he deliberately lowered his voice and said carefully, "Don't say such words. In case the people of the Holy Dragon Sect hear that we are always talking about Shimen, I'm afraid that we will There is trouble."

Du Xing was scared and nodded repeatedly, "Oh, oh! I know."

With the lesson of the day, Du Xing was afraid that he would never dare to make trouble again in the future, and honestly remembered Yan Ji's words in his heart.

Since then, ten of him are still doing physical work such as carrying water and splitting materials.

In his spare time, Yan Ji always found that the delicate sequoia girl stared at him silently not far away. Yan Ji was puzzled and listened to her tone that night, as if she regarded herself as her friend. Perhaps because their appearance was a little similar, she cried disappointed when she knew that the man's name was "Yan Baichuan" instead of her friend.

A month later, in the deep winter, Yan Ji and nine seven Xuanmen prisoners were finally officially incorporated by the Holy Dragon Sect. They went to handcuff and shackle their ankles. Each of them sent a dress for ordinary disciples of Yinglongtang, and then made a blood oath to enter the religion. They were already disciples of Yinglong Hall of the Holy Dragon Sect.

A senior disciple took ten of them to live in the house of ordinary disciples. Each three people had a room, and Yan Ji, Du Xing and a seven Xuanmen prisoner named Luo Ping were divided into one house.

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In the morning, the first ray of sunlight shone into the house of the disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect.

The three Yan Ji immediately got up to wash and prepare for morning classes. The rules of Shenglong are rigorous, and the door rules are no less than three clear views. When you get up and eat, you must strictly follow the time regulations, and no delay is allowed.

After having breakfast in the canteen, Yan Ji and the three followed a group of disciples to the Yinglongtang Hall. The group passed through a circular corridor and came to a huge square. The ground of the square was paved like marble tiles, shining brightly in the sunlight.

In the center of the square is a three-foot-wide round pool. In the center of the pool is a white jade carved Yinglong, waving its wings and standing on the surface of the water, and a clear spring keeps gushing out of its mouth.

At the end of the square is a magnificent temple. The three characters "Yinglong Hall" on the golden plaque reflect the rising sun in the east, shining golden light.

More than 100 disciples of Yinglongtang stopped on the steps of the hall and stood in front of the stairs with a neat square team.

On the steps in front of the main gate of the hall stood a middle-aged man, who was Zhu Meng, the leader Yan Ji had seen before. The wine gourd on his waist seemed to never leave him. After a name call, it was confirmed that all the disciples were on duty. Zhu Meng said loudly to a group of disciples, "Today, I have ten new brothers here. No matter what their origin is, they are now under my Yinglongtang and Zhu Meng's subordinates. In the future, everyone should treat each other equally and support each other. If someone deliberately make things difficult and destroy internal unity, I, Zhu Meng, will not forgive him first.

After listening to Zhu Meng's words, the nine captives of Qixuanmen were moved from the bottom of their hearts and felt that this leader was really benevolent and righteous, and they had decided to follow Zhu Meng.

Yan Ji naturally didn't have this idea. The life of a thousand disciples of his Sanqingguan was buried in the hands of these demons. Zhu Meng, the benevolent and righteous leader, may also be stained with the blood of his peers.

If Yan Ji didn't want to find out the whereabouts of the master among these people, he might have been killed, except for these murderous demons.

Their morning class only teaches some rough cultivation methods, which is almost the same as the inferior truth of Qixuanmen, but they refuse to teach him the superior truth of the ten-person Holy Dragon Religion. Perhaps they feel that the current time is not mature enough.

Yan Ji and Zhu Meng's disciples practice Taoism every morning, and still do some chores such as chopting firewood and carrying water in the afternoon. Day after day, Yan Ji's relationship with these holy dragon disciples gradually became familiar.

On this day, he chatted with the disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect beside him, and finally summoned up the courage to ask him, "I heard that our Holy Dragon Sect destroyed many sects before, and even the most famous Sanqing View was destroyed. Is my Holy Dragon Sect really that powerful?"

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect smiled proudly and said, "That's not true! My Holy Dragon Religion has now become the largest school in the world, and no school can be compared with us!"

Yan Ji learned from his appearance and smiled proudly, "It seems that he has captured a lot of prisoners. I don't know if this group of prisoners has been collected!"

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect frowned and said, "I caught a lot of Sanqingguan prisoners, but those prisoners didn't know where they were taken."

"There seems to be an old Taoist priest named Guangyi in Sanqingguan. I heard that the old Taoist priest's cultivation is very profound. Could this kind of master also be killed by our Holy Dragon Religion? It seems that we are indeed the largest faction in the world. Yan Ji said tentatively.

The disciple of Sanqingguan frowned and said suspiciously, "Why haven't I heard the name of this old Taoist priest?"

Hearing his answer, Yan Ji knew that he could not find the whereabouts of the master from this population. He immediately felt that he would stop asking questions. He laughed, shook his head and urged, "No more nonsense. Hurry up and let the leader see it and talk about us again."

The man did not doubt anything. He grinned and began to concentrate on chopping wood.

Sunlight, dusk.

Yan Ji finished cutting firewood for half a day, collected the firewood knives, and went to the canteen with his companions to prepare dinner.

During this period, he chatted with another Shenglong disciple. As before, after chatting a few words about Sanqingguan, he asked the disciple, "Has the Guangyi old Taoist priest been killed by our Shenglong religion? Our master of the Holy Dragon Sect is really awesome.

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect shook his head and said, "Of course he was not killed!" The old Taoist priest was imprisoned in our Yinglong Hall.

"What!" Yan Ji's heart trembled and exclaimed.

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect did not know what Yan Ji was thinking. He just thought that he was worried that such a powerful figure would not be killed and would threaten the interests of the Holy Dragon Sect. He smiled at Yan Ji and said, "Have you seen less? The old Taoist priest seemed to have some secrets about our Holy Dragon Religion. The Holy King did not kill him and imprisoned him in our Yinglong Hall.

Yan Ji was surprised and immediately asked, "Do you know my teacher..." Fortunately, he closed his mouth in time to avoid causing a big disaster. He turned around and asked, "Where is the old Taoist priest imprisoned in our Yinglong Hall?"

"Why are you asking this?" The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect finally found that his anger was a little inappropriate and felt that this "Yan Baichuan" seemed to be very interested in the old Taoist priest.

Yan Ji suddenly woke up and found that she was asking too hastily, which provoked others to suspect. She immediately looked disapproval and smiled, "It's nothing. I just heard that the old Taoist priest had killed many brothers of our Holy Dragon Sect. I want to know why he didn't kill him and avenge his peers."

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect replied, "Didn't I tell you? He has some secrets and useful use.

Yan Ji immediately pretended to be confused, scratched his head, and said with a simple smile, "So that's it! I only hate the old Taoist priest, but I forget what you just said.

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect finally stopped doubting the "Yan Baichuan" and said, "As for the specific location of his imprisonment in 'Yinglong Villa'? This is a secret that cannot be disclosed. Only the owner of Yinglong Hall knows it.

With that, he lowered his voice: "Many of us have seen the Taoist priest being escorted to the villa. This is not a secret. The whole disciples of Yinglongtang know it, but for some reason, the specific place of detention is not seen."

Yan Ji smiled and said, "Since it is an undisclosed secret, let's not talk about this. Let's eat quickly. If we go late, we will eat leftovers."

It's late at night, and Yan Ji can't fall asleep in the quilt.

Knowing that the master was imprisoned in Yinglong Villa, at present, the master may be only ten miles away from him, and Yan Ji is naturally so excited that he can't sleep.

At this moment, the problem entangled in Yan Ji's heart has changed. At present, it is urgent to find a way to get close to the master of Yinglongtang and learn from him the specific location of Master Guangyi Zhenren's imprisonment.

Since Guangyi has mastered the secrets of the demon religion and has the value of using them, the demon religion will not execute him at will. In this way, Yan Ji will have more time to find a way, but the filial son is worried that the master will be tortured and forced to confess by those evil demons, suffering the crime of skin and flesh, and always thinking about ways to rescue the master.

Yan Ji listened to the roaring of her roommates and felt quite bored. She got up and put on her clothes and came to the long porch outside the house to meditate quietly.

Although the footsteps behind him were very light, they were still wiped by Yan Ji. Looking back, it was the girl who held an umbrella for him to cover the snow on a snowy night a month ago, wearing a white robe, weak and slender, and pitiful.

"Can't you sleep?" The girl walked slowly and asked Yan Ji.

Yan Ji nodded and said, "I can't sleep. Come out for a walk."

Then, he raised his questions to the girl: "This girl, you seem to often look at me from a distance. I'm not used to it. I don't know what's wrong with the girl?"

The girl didn't answer his question. She whispered at the corners of her eyes and asked softly, "Can't I see you?"

Yan Ji was speechless, but she didn't know how to answer her words.

A moment later, the girl asked, "Big brother, where do you live?"

"My family lives..." He meditated for a long time before saying fluently, "My family is in Liuhe Town in the Central Plains, a small town on the south bank of the Yellow River."

Yan Ji was worried that saying his real address would leave any disaster, and he couldn't come out of other addresses, so he moved out his sister Liang Xiangling's hometown. In the file of joining the Holy Dragon Religion, he also wrote this address.

Yan Ji was afraid that the girl would ask more about Liuhe Town. If he couldn't answer, he would reveal the truth. He was busy adding: "When I was four years old, the Yellow River was changed, flooding the whole town, and my family was gone. Later, I left my hometown, wandered around, and haven't returned home so far."

He sighed and said, "I don't know what my hometown has become."