Chapter 312 Another seal

The sky is as blue as washing, and the clouds are white and soft.

The east wind blows the warm spring, and the green silk converges the lake light with the wind.

On the riverside, Yi Ren smiled and threw himself into his arms. He was worried and angrily hit him in the chest with a pink fist. "Rikulang, where have you been? Why haven't you heard from him for so many days? I'm really worried about him, but it scared me and my sister Luo."

"Sister Chai, you have finished this. What did you ask your sister to say?"

The gentle and crisp words sounded in his ear. When he turned his head, he saw the beautiful figure in a lotus skirt. His beautiful face was full of water-like tenderness in the past, and he stood not far away and looked at him affectionately.

Is this in a dream?

But why is this feeling so real?

No matter whether it is true or false, Yang Yanzhao was indescribably happy. He took Chai Qingyun's hand and wanted to grab Luo's daughter. He wanted to hold the two women in his arms. In this life, he no longer wanted to be separated from these two people.

But at this moment, there was a sad and bitter cry in my ear. I looked up, but I had already arrived in a room, white, the fire was shining, and the breath was extremely depressing.

Looking for crying, Yang Yanzhao saw the white and filial eighth sister crying with grief. She looked even thinner, who had not recovered. The big eyes that could laugh clearly have now been deeply sunken, which is haggard and distressing.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao rushed forward and wanted to help Ba Mei and tell her that he was fine, but he was trapped in Liao. Unfortunately, even if he shouted hoarsely, Ba Mei did not seem to hear it, and she still cried sadly.

Maybe it was too sad. Suddenly, Bamei spit out a mouthful of blood. Yang Yanzhao stretched out his hand in panic and wanted to help her up, but he couldn't touch it at all.

"Little fish!"

With a scream, Yang Yanzhao opened his wet eyes and looked at the strange beds, tables and chairs around him and the burning stove. Then he realized that everything just now was just a dream.

Is it really just a dream?

In a trance, Yang Yanzhao saw the heartbroken appearance of Ba Mei again. His nose suddenly felt full of sourness, and the tears that were originally wiped away fell down again.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door was pushed open, and a trace of chill poured into the very warm room. Yang Yanzhao hurriedly touched his cheeks. At this time, he found that the blood-stained cotton robe on his body had been replaced by a clean fur robe.

Before the person arrived, a faint fragrance floated with the wisp of cold wind. She looked up, and the left woman was stepping into the house.

"Are you awake?"

The voice is cold, just like the cold wind roaring outside the house, which makes people have no intention to get close, and they don't have a good impression.

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao didn't make a sound, the left woman frowned, bit her little mouth, turned around and walked out, but there was more resentment in her heart. When she closed the door, she didn't feel much stronger, and the flames in the stove on the edge of the door ran around in horror.

For the disgusting person, Yang Yanzhao is naturally not interested in talking to her. Even if he takes a look, he will feel disdainful.

After Zuo Posa left, she sat up hard. Her body seemed to be faintly painful, but when he thought of the breakthrough in the hall that day, Yang Yanzhao still had inexplicable joy in his heart.

But after a moment, his face suddenly changed, and Yang Yanzhao stared with anger, "I'm going to your uncle, it's a seal again!"

My chest kept heaving. After scolding this sentence, I couldn't help coughing, "One day, I will make you pay the price!"

His hand grasped the blanket made of animal skin tightly, and Yang Yanzhao's steel teeth rattled, and his eyes were full of hatred.

At this moment, the door was opened again, and Yang Yanzhao's familiar and hateful figure came. He looked at him a few times and said quietly, "Are you awake?"

He didn't care about the hatred in Yang Yanzhao's eyes at all. Ye Luming reached out and grabbed a wooden chair and sat in front of the bed. "Don't look at me like this. Some things are destined. The past and the future can't be changed."

Like a crazy beast, Yang Yanzhao's eyes were stained with blood red, and he roared angrily, "Then have you calculated when you will die in my hands!"

Ye Luming still did not look angry, but smiled alone there. After a while, he saw Yang Yanzhao calm down, and then he continued to say, "It was my master who saved you in the hall that day, and he was the one who sealed you. You are the person who adheres to the fate calculated by my witch religion, so you can't let you go. The master said that your fate is not over, so he sealed you and asked you to go back to Daliao to break the fetters of the world. After two days, when you are healed, I will send you back. When you finish the secular things, the master will personally untie the seal for you and take you back to the snowy mountains.

With his hands clenched into fists, Yang Yanzhao gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I follow what luck you said, I won't follow you. One day, I will kill you with my own hands!"

"Ha ha, I have said before that some things are arranged by God. It's up to you and me. If you have that ability, just come to me."

With that, Ye Luming got up and was about to leave, but he stopped and said to Yang Yanzhao, "Now you are the 'free messenger' of my witch religion. No one in Daliao dares to harm you, but you can't kill him recklessly. Otherwise, I can still make you suffer again."

The words are very easy-going, but the murderousness in it is like a needle, which makes people breathless.

"Bum!"

Staring at the figure of Ye Luming's departure, Yang Yanzhao's fist hit the bed with resentment, full of resentment and murder. Except for Ye Luxiu, who had a deep hatred, this was the first person who made him want to swallow it alive.

It took a while to calm down. Although Yang Yanzhao dreamed of killing Ye Luming, the fact was that as he had said before, even if he restored the cultivation of refining qi, he was not the opponent of the cultivation of the earth fairy.

What's more, there is a seal engraved with ancient words in Dantian at present. Judging from the long-standing hidden atmosphere on it, it must be a hundred times stronger than the seal of Zuo Pos. How can he easily untie it?

What's more ridiculous is that he inexplicably became the 'Xiaoyao envoy' of the witch religion, not to mention the status of this 'Xiaoyao envoy'. With this practice imposed on him alone, Yang Yanzhao was disgusted when he thought of it.

Are all the witches crazy?

Previously, he was going to be forced to be an apprentice, but now he is asked to do something 'Xiaoyaoshi', which made Yang Yanzhao extremely disgusted with this witch religion. He cursed angrily and spit on the ground again.

Suddenly, turning around, Yang Yanzhao saw what was placed on the head of the bed, Yuxu, a gold medal given by Zhao Guangyi and other objects he carried with him. When he saw the last one, his eyes could no longer move away, and his eyes gradually turned red and became blurred and sad.

It was a sachet embroidered with peony, which was given to him by Chai Qingyun when he left Bianliang.

Suddenly, Yang Yanzhao only felt that all the resentment in his heart had turned into infinite thoughts. The previous dream appeared in front of him again. He picked up the sachet with trembling hands, took out the yellow amulet paper amulet inside, shed tears, and put the amulet on his face, as if he could feel the little tenderness.

After a long time, Yang Yanzhao woke up from his painful thoughts and carefully put the amulet into the brocade bag. Together with Yuxu and the gold medal, he stuffed it into his arms. After all, these are his most precious things at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yanzhao understood that what he wanted most in his heart was to return to the Song Dynasty and return to Chai Qingyun and Luo's women.

So he wants to use all the opportunities that can be used, even if it is against the original intention, so what? The world says that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, and he still has not failed. Only the person who laughs to the end is the real winner.

A trace of firmness flashed in his eyes. Yang Yanzhao put his hand on his chest and felt the warmth of the kit. He once again became the same as the previous days, and deeply hid the tenacity and anger in his heart.

Ye Luming did not lose his words. Three days later, after Yang Yanzhao acted freely, he sent him down the towering snowy mountain, but did not let him leave alone, but sent the witch saint Zuo Posha to move forward.

At the foot of the mountain, there is endless white snow at a glance, the vast land, and silver snakes dance. Even Yang Yanzhao, who is depressed, adds a little peace.

Zuo Po is dressed in a dark green palace costume. I don't know whether it's because it's cold or to dress up. She looks very awkward. Yang Yanzhao, who knows her cultivation, understands that it's probably the latter, so she silently said that this is a very eye-catching woman.

The simple black carriage stopped quietly, and Yang Yanzhao took the lead in boarding the carriage. After all, his cultivation is now sealed. The north wind roars and the cold air hits his face, but it makes him very cold.

There was a small stove in the car, and the charcoal was burning, which immediately made Yang Yanzhao feel much warmer. The left woman outside the car hesitated several times and finally followed the carriage, but the frost on her face was no less than that outside the car.

"Bang!"

A crisp whip sounded, and the carriage walked forward quickly. In the carriage, the stove squeaked. Yang Yanzhao closed his eyes to refresh his mind, and Zuo Bashi had a gloomy face. His beautiful big eyes stared angrily because of hatred.

In the end, Zuo Posaba couldn't calm down and said harshly, "Don't think that the master can call me at will if you let me follow you. Humph, you'd better not mess with me, or I will definitely kill you!"

"Bum!"

A brown token engraved with nine snakes wrapped around was thrown in front of Zuo Po's eyes, and then a leisurely voice sounded, "That's it? So can I talk about it? First, I didn't let Yeluming send someone to follow me. Of course, if there is a choice, I won't choose you. Second, you can know this token. Although you don't know what it means, according to what Yeluming means, it seems that my current status is above you, so as long as I want, you have to take off your clothes and stand on me. In front of you."

For this left woman, Yang Yanzhao did not have a good impression in his heart. Naturally, he said evil words to each other. When the latter saw the token, he was embarrassed at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but be ashamed and angry. He stretched out his hand to carry out a true qi and wanted to attack Yang Yanzhao.

"I'm a 'free envoy'. Are you going to offend?"

Hearing the words, Zuo Po Sha had to take his hand and stared at him with murderous eyes, and his chest was constantly undulating because of anger.

Leaning over and picking up the token on the ground, Yang Yanzhao deliberately shook it in his hand. "I didn't expect such a broken brand to work well, but by the way, even if you take it off, I won't take a look at it."

As soon as the words came out, the left woman made an angry attack to kill him, but the token swayed back and forth in front of her eyes. Suddenly, she was discouraged and had to kick the car angrily.

And Yang Yanzhao had an inexplicable dark feeling in his heart. He collected the token, closed his eyes and ignored the secretly angry left woman. His body swayed with the shaking carriage and seemed to fall asleep.