Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 426: Plowing Life Like Plowing Fields

In the deep cave of Kongyuan Divine Mountain.

More than a hundred dark and sacred divine stones stand here, and the turbid mist gushing out of the black well is like a giant python.

If You Su were here, he would be able to recognize it at a glance. This is the evil pool where he fell into the sea.

What was then just bubbling black turbid liquid actually began to flow now. There was also a glittering magic circle beside it, which continuously indexed the turbid liquid gushing out from the depths of the seabed and mixed it into the thousands of square meters of soil that had been prepared there long ago.

Venerable Qianlong lowered his eyes and stared at the black vortex surging at the wellhead. The hem of her silk skirt brushed across the white bones on the ground - those were the remaining spines of the evil spirit after it was crushed, and every crack was dipped in a faint blue fluorescence.

She made a slight move with her fingertips, and the dark part of the soil in the vast expanse of land condensed into beads and wrapped around her white wrist. The sticky earth smelled of a musty humus, but she couldn't stop sniffing it, as if intoxicated.

"Wonderful..." She crushed the soil beads in her palm, and the warmth of humus seeped into her skin. "This ground vein has really come alive..."

"Report to the Lord," Venerable Chengliang hunched his back, his skinny fingers drawing dark red tracks on the array plate, "The seven sea wells including the one in Shuocheng have been connected, and the black water has successfully flowed up. After testing, it is no different from the evil well in the sacred mountain. However..."

His cloudy eyes turned to the frost on the edge of the well, "The matter of the spring gushing out of the sea well cannot be concealed for too long. Although the evil spirit is suppressed by the divine stone, the evil spirit is bound to leak out, and it may alarm some people who are not aware of the situation."

Venerable Qianlong sneered, and his frost-colored armor knocked against the ice wall. Venerable Chengliang said it tactfully, but she understood it clearly. The so-called ignorant people were those who were pedantic and only wanted to protect themselves.

"Those old antiques wish that Beiaozhou would remain barren forever. Have they ever cared about how many starving people are buried under the frozen soil?"

She suddenly turned her head to look at Fairy Wangshu who was standing silently beside her. Her sharp eyes softened and she asked with concern, "Fairy, have you taken the blood bodhi that I sent to you? The blood-attracting technique is not trivial. Don't think it's as simple as just shedding some blood."

Venerable Chengliang on the side raised his eyes and glanced at Wangshu, his eyes showing surprise. This old man also learned today that the famous but mysteriously missing Fairy Wangshu was hiding beside his master, and that the bowl of blood used to induce the vortex on the seabed actually came from Fairy Wangshu.

Using the coveted things of evil spirits as bait, the evil spirits on the seabed are aroused, and the rotten water and black soil deposited on the seabed are swept up to the land along the vortex. This is the working principle of taking soil from the black well. And Fairy Wangshu, with just one person's blood, caused all the evil spirits to boil, which shows that her affinity for Xuanqi has exceeded the imagination of this knowledgeable old man.

The gauze on Wangshu's wrist was oozing dark red, but his icy blue eyes did not waver at all: "I won't take medicine given by strangers. I just want to know the whereabouts of my junior brother. Now that what you wanted to do has been successful, you should tell me."

Venerable Qianlong smiled and shook her head when she heard this. She had always been dismissive of these love stories between men and women, because she only had the righteousness of the continent in her heart, so she felt sorry for Fairy Wangshu's obsession with a man.

In her opinion, Wangshu's talent and character are both excellent choices. If he can stay in Beiaozhou and work for her, it will be a great help. It's just a pity that those who achieve great things not only need ability, but also ambition.

"nature."

Venerable Qianlong tilted his head slightly and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, Venerable Chengliang. You can go back and rest for a while. I will keep an eye on this place."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that the other party was asking him to leave, so he responded with a few nice words and turned away.

After he left, Venerable Qianlong waved his wide sleeves, and the icy air in the air suddenly condensed into a mirror.

In the picture, You Su is facing the Boiling Evil Well, while Venerable Qianlong is standing behind him with his hands shining with cold light.

The moment Mo Song's sword split the ice bricks, the girl in his arms raised her head and kissed his bloody lips. Then a man and a woman leaped and fell into the dark cave under the sea.

Wangshu's breathing stagnated and his nails dug deeply into his palms.

"Twenty-three days ago, when I saw him, he was accompanied by a woman, and they sneaked in here." Venerable Qianlong pointed his finger at the pink skirt, "Chi Yu told me that he was not the evil man as rumored, so I tried to keep him, but he didn't listen to my advice. He said that this woman saved his life, and he must repay her, and then the two of them fell down together."

Long Chiyu had been standing behind her master and was surprised to hear this unknown story from her master. In her impression, You Su was indeed a person who would do anything to repay his gratitude.

Ice crystals spread under Wangshu's feet. She spoke word by word: "Who is she?"

"Bai Ze." Venerable Qianlong sighed.

"Who is Bai Ze?"

Venerable Qianlong was stunned for a moment, but did not show his contempt for the Fairy Zhuoying's ignorance. "She is just an evil creature who stole the name of a divine beast."

Venerable Qianlong stroked the cracked ice on the edge of the well, his tone suddenly cold, "She was once my best friend, we were inseparable. But one day I discovered that she might be hiding a secret that even I didn't know. Thirty years ago, we had a battle, she was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but she stole my life token and used Bai Ze Xiangrui's body to nourish the source of evil. I searched for her all day but to no avail. I thought she had returned to the mother nest on the seabed, but I never thought she had been hiding in the dark of Beiaozhou. You Su, that child..."

She suddenly softened her voice, as if she was pitying him, "I'm afraid she still doesn't know that the woman she's protecting is the culprit behind the chaos in Beiaozhou."

The battle flag in Long Chiyu's hand suddenly trembled. As a direct disciple of the Lord of Jianlong Palace, she naturally knew that her master had such a mysterious friend who was always with him. But in the past thirty years, that friend seemed to have disappeared, and her master would sometimes reveal a loneliness that was not usually seen, as if he was reminiscing about someone.

She looked at the boy in the mirror, who was covered in wounds while protecting Bai Ze, and suddenly felt bitter in her throat - when they first met on the fairy island that day, he had also stood in front of everyone without caring about his life. If he was willing to risk his life for someone who had nothing to do with him, he would definitely not hesitate to die for his benefactor...

"What does she want to do?" Wangshu asked again in a cold voice.

"I am not a demon, so how can I know what is in her mind?" Venerable Qianlong shook his head.

"How do you want me to trust you?" The tassel of Wangshu's sword moved without wind, and the frosty blade was half unsheathed.

Venerable Qianlong looked down with his head raised, his pair of cold and noble eyes met Wangshu's clear blue pupils directly, "Fairy Wangshu's heart is as clear as a mirror, you know better than me whether what I said just now is true or false."

Venerable Qianlong said it with certainty, and she did have the confidence not to be seen through by the girl, because every word she said was from her heart. She had been through a lot, and she had long understood what was true and what was false, and that many times it did not correspond to black and white.

From her point of view, the villain was the soul of the Lord of the Dragon Palace. She deliberately concealed some information and made more ambiguous guesses, so that even her disciple Long Chiyu, who was familiar with her, found it difficult to distinguish.

Wangshu clenched the hilt of the sword fiercely, and ice patterns exploded from under her feet, causing the entire cave to tremble.

"I'll go find him." As soon as she finished speaking, the fairy in white skirt moved lightly towards the sea well from which dark liquid was oozing out.

"Stop!"

Venerable Qianlong shouted loudly, and the golden step-shake with dragon pattern on his hair made a cold sound, "Do you know what is down there? It is a bottomless abyss and an endless evil tide. If you go down, you will die. How can you find him?! The head of Henglian often said that you are stubborn and difficult to teach. I didn't say it because I was worried that you would do something stupid after hearing it! You really didn't let me down!"

The cave fell into deathly silence, with only the muffled sound of the black well swallowing up earth and rocks.

Long Chiyu also didn't want to see this pure white fairy fall into the dark evil cave. She quickly walked to Wangshu, looked him in the eyes, and shook her head at her. "Master You wouldn't want to see you jump. As long as he's not dead, everything can still be saved."

"I know you are eager to find him, but the most hurtful thing in the world is that you can't find him, and he comes to find you again." Venerable Qianlong sighed and cut off the topic. He turned around and looked at his masterpiece, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Bai Ze stole my life card, I know she is not dead yet. This land reform plan cannot be hidden from her, she will definitely come to the sacred mountain to find me to avenge the blood feud. You just need to wait here, and you will have a chance to snatch your junior brother back."

Long Chiyu stared silently at her master's back. The seven light spots representing Haijing on the array disk were flashing wildly. For some reason, she always felt that these seven light spots were very similar to the reindeer she had seen in the snowfield that year, struggling and neighing after falling into a trap.

Wangshu lowered his eyes and looked at the fairy-like snow sword in his hand, and put the half-inch of cold light into the sheath.

In fact, she had not used her pure heart to judge the truth of others' words for a long time, because her junior brother had taught her that a real person must learn to make judgments on his own.

……

The north wind swept across the wasteland with fine snow, and You Su's cloak rustled in the wind. Bai Ze curled up in his arms, his nose rubbing against the frost on the lapels, and his twin ponytails brushed across A Ying's reddened cheeks. The undulating mountain shadows in the distance were cut into pieces by the thick fog, like an ink painting that had not yet dried.

"Brother, there is light ahead..." Bai Ze suddenly stood up and pointed his fingertips into the depths of the mist.

You Su stared intently, and saw a few faint blue phosphorescent lights flickering in the wind and snow, with the faint sound of metal clashing. He tapped the frozen ground with his toes, and the Mosong sword silently came out of its sheath half an inch, leaving a winding mark on the snow.

This was the first time they saw living monks fighting against evil spirits after traveling for such a long time!

The moment the thick fog was torn apart by the sword energy, dozens of twisted black shadows rushed towards them. They were evil spirits shaped like lobsters, with sickle-shaped forelimbs emitting a poisonous dark green. Behind them, three monks formed a formation with their backs against the ice rocks. The leading female monk's robes were stained with blood, and the fire of the talisman on her fingertips was almost extinguished.

"Protect them!"

You Su solemnly pressed Bai Ze's shoulder, then lifted the scarf around his neck to cover most of his face.

The black cloak spun like a black lotus, and the black pine sword drew a half crescent moon. The sword energy wrapped in broken snow cut the evil spirit in half. The smelly mucus splashed on the ice, and pungent white smoke rose.

The female cultivator stared at the sudden helper in shock, and only came to her senses when You Su's sword handle pressed against her back. She threw out three red flame talismans with her backhand, and the burst of fire temporarily repelled the evil spirit's attack.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist..." She panted and wiped the blood from her lips. Suddenly, her pupils shrank. "Be careful!"

You Su had already sensed the evil spirit lurking behind him. He raised his sword and swept it across, and black energy emerged like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Before the female cultivator could react and realize that the sword against her back had been withdrawn, Mo Song's sword struck her back again.

"You answer whatever I ask." You Su said coldly, and retracted his sword. He was telling the female cultivator that he could easily take their lives.

The female cultivator looked at him deeply and said, "It is not appropriate to talk here. Please follow me, fellow Taoist."

After she finished speaking, she helped her injured fellow disciple back towards the mountain path. You Su gestured to Bai Ze to let her follow, while Ajiu followed closely behind with her sister on her back.

When they finally retreated to the temporary camp halfway up the mountain, the setting sun was casting its last trace of blood on the ice. The female cultivator took off her mink fur coat to keep warm, revealing her beautiful but tired face: "My name is Le Yingdong, a cultivator from Hongcheng, may I ask fellow Taoist..."

"We just met by chance, so there's no need to leave your name." You Su interrupted her question, and he had no intention of pulling down his scarf and being honest with her like the other party did.

He glanced at the wounded lying all over the camp, broken swords and talismans scattered all over the ground, and the coagulated blood glowed an eerie purple in the twilight.

Le Yingdong smiled bitterly, "What do you want to ask, fellow Daoist, for saving us?"

"How far is Hongcheng from here?"

"Less than ten miles."

You Su was shocked when he heard this. A distance of ten miles was basically very close to Xie Chao. "Are you all these people?"

Le Yingdong paused, looked back at his comrades who had followed him out to fight off the evil spirits, and said in a sad voice, "We are the only ones still alive."

You Su was filled with sorrow and remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Why didn't you call for reinforcements?"

"Reinforcements?" Le Yingdong took something out of his arms and stroked the broken jade token with his fingertips.

You Su's pupils shrank slightly. He was very familiar with the array pattern engraved on the jade token - a communication talisman, exactly the same as the one that his master's wife placed in her room when he was in Izumo City.

"Since the day the evil tide broke out, we have been constantly asking for help from the sacred mountain. Even the talisman was broken." Le Yingdong's voice was soaked with coldness, "But until yesterday, even the city lord died in battle at the east city gate..." She suddenly coughed violently, and dark red blood seeped out from between her fingers.

You Su was secretly shocked. Hongcheng was not a small city and was not too far from the Kongyuan Divine Mountain. The city lord of Hongcheng must be at least a great cultivator above the Huayu Realm. How could he die in battle outside?
You Su stroked the dragon pattern on the hilt of his sword and suddenly asked, "As far as I know, the western part of Beiaozhou is bordered by Hongcheng. After passing Hongcheng, you are close to the center of Beiaozhou. There should be a large number of monks stationed in these cities near the sacred mountain. Why are they all not moving?"

Amid the whistling wind outside the tent, there was a slight sound of metal colliding. You Su opened the tent curtain like lightning, and saw a young monk retreating in panic - in his hand, he was holding the city lord's broken heart mirror.

"They are afraid..." The young monk suddenly growled, his bloodshot eyes almost bulging out of his sockets, "They have no intention of coming to rescue us! We, the border towns, are just pawns that can be abandoned at any time!"

Le Yingdong put his sword against his throat, "Chengye! What nonsense are you talking about! Stop disturbing people's hearts! Hang on, everyone can be saved!"

But the cold shout from his superior could not stop the young monk's crazy laughter:

"Sister Le! Stop fooling yourself! No one will come to rescue us! We have sent so many people to so many big cities, but without exception, they only said that they would send reinforcements as soon as possible after they were informed of the situation. Isn't this just trying to evade idiots?!"

After the frenzy, he sat down on the ground holding the broken breastplate, muttering to himself:

"It must be that Beiaozhou can't support so many people... They don't dare to do it themselves, so they let the evil spirits plow us flat for them..."

Plowing...

These two words made You Su feel a chill down his spine. Is human life just like the weeds in the farmland?

(End of this chapter)