Inner Demons

but said that the spirit of the wolf Taoist here was fiercely determined and decided to “gamble” again. On the other side, in Hongling, twenty li or so from Rongcheng, the situation was not what the Taoist Wolf had expected.

He expected that the Jackal in Hongling might break into Rongcheng immediately after taking advantage of the chaos. But in fact…

The Jackal is still not out of Hongling at this moment.

The Jackal is the protagonist in the plan of the Wolf Taoist. But at this moment in Hongling, he is just a supporting role-or even a supporting role, just a “background” that’s all.

Hongling is a low mountain ridge. But this “small” is only relative. Otherwise, the Red Ridge has been mined by the people in Rongcheng for many years, and it should have been disappeared long ago.

The Red Ridge is hidden in the remnants of the stone forest mountain in Qing Dynasty. It is surrounded by towering stone mountain, and only on this ridge is trees, lush and green. A corner is missing from the southwest-this is the result of years of digging.

Dense houses, derricks, and gravel and soil are piled up in this gap, which has several points of the weather of the village. Nearly half of the laborers in Chengdu have worked here all year round. The result now is that a gap has been dug in the ground and many criss-crossed mines have been dug underground.

There is another cave in the lush vegetation of the mountains-some tall and gorgeous houses were built there, and you can see the situation around Hongling from a high altitude. On such a night, the houses in the mining area had fallen into darkness, but the houses on the ridge were still lit.

The Jackal, whom the wolf Taoist is worried about, is standing in the middle hall of a big house, listening to the conversation between the other two quietly.

This house was built with thick old bamboo, so it was a little bit cool on this early autumn night. But the three people in the room didn’t care about things like cold or heat-after all, they all seemed to be extraordinary.

On the table in the room, only one oil lamp is lit to light up a small area. The jackal stood in the dim shadow in the corner of the house, his eyes glowing with faint green, he listened and looked at the direction of Rongcheng outside the window.

A quarter of an hour ago, a flame ignited in Rongcheng, reflecting half of the night sky slightly. After a quarter of an hour, heavy rain clouds appeared over Rongcheng, and then rainwater poured into the city like an inverted copper basin. As a result, the flame is now extinguished, leaving only the undispersed cloud.

The Jackal really wants to lead the Demons into the city immediately, but he is not in charge of this place right now.

Now the principal is standing in the hall, with a cold metal gleam on the light. This is not a metaphor—this is the sword palace lord who Wang uncle cuts, and the traitor Yang Jianzi who used to work for Mu Nanju and the painting saint.

He looks like he is made of steel.

He was born white, with a neat short beard, and his head was meticulous in a bun, without any disobedient hair. Even his cyan-gray color daoist robe hangs obediently and honestly, and the night breeze coming in through the window can hardly make them shake even the slightest.

No matter his skin, hair, clothes, all shimmered. It seems that it was originally made of various metals, but now it has only been polished to look like a person.

At this moment, the iron man Yang Jianzi is talking with another person. Compared to Yang Jianzi’s mysterious appearance, that person looked…too ordinary.

It looks like just a middle aged scholar that’s all. Wearing a green brocade gown and a black scarf hat. It is neither good-looking nor ugly. It is the kind of public face that is hard to find after being thrown in the crowd.

But at this moment, when Yang Jianzi was talking with him, her body was leaning forward slightly.

This means that the palace lord of the sword palace in the wild cares very much about every word the person says, and even shows respect with such a serious listening attitude.

So when the jackal turned his head to look at Rongcheng in the night for the third time, he heard the scribe say: “…should be a trap set by the other party. Please see the man on the city of Rong. Rain cloud.”

Scribe said here, moved to the window. The jackal evaded hurriedly. He is now human, but the yellow hair on his cheeks still looks like a golden beard.

The scribe raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Rongcheng: “This rain cloud is low and thick, and only cages Rongcheng. It appeared suddenly, and the rain fell violently. It is not difficult to see from the palace lord’s cultivation base. This is someone who has used magical powers. Right now, there must be an expert in Rongcheng. If you go there rashly at this moment, I’m afraid you will be in the arms of the other party.”

The jackal was calm and quickly glanced at him. The lord of the palace took a look.

It’s a pity that Yang Jianzi has a dignified and solemn face. Whether he is smiling or angry, he looks as if he is wearing a mask. The Jackal cannot guess his mind. But he knew what he wanted–

He couldn’t stand this guy anymore.

This middle aged scholar in the hall self-titled “Xiaoyao Zi”-he had already appeared when Yang Jianzi came to take refuge near Rongcheng. The jackal doesn’t know the origin of this guy, and it’s hard to ask. But I know that my palace lord can be said to be obedient to him.

It is reasonable to say that every talented person who wants to dominate a party has this kind of “military division” role around him. But the problem is what this guy said…

It’s just like this moment.

“The rain cloud is low and heavy, it must be because someone used magical powers, there must be an ambush in the city”-this kind of thing can be inferred and guessed even by jackals, let alone their own palace owner . However, Xiaoyao Zi just wanted to summon the two mysteriously, and after making some pomp, it took nearly one hour to say this shit.

Then, like now, I opened the folding fan in my hand with a brush, fanned lightly in front of me, and looked up slightly to look at Yang Jianzi——

As if I just said it What a terrific “big secret”, now waiting to harvest Nayang Jianzi’s surprise and admiration.

The jackal sighed sullenly in his heart.

Every time. And every time, the lord of his house would–

Yang Jianzi took a deep breath, suddenly bowed to Xiaoyao Zi and bowed, showing a rigid smile on his face: “Ah… It is so! If it weren’t for the husband to mention this sentence, I’m afraid we are really going to be tricked by the other party!”

The Jackal is sighed again. I really don’t know the origin of this Xiaoyao Zi… even the palace lord of his family had to patiently accommodate him.

He almost wanted to kill this guy.

But he is not a reckless person, knowing that if this guy really has any background, he will only cause trouble for the palace owner. So in the six years after Yang Jianzi came to the Red Ridge of Rongcheng, the Jackal had been trying to collect any information about Xiaoyao Zi in order to find a solution to the problem.

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Alas, quitting smoking is a lifetime thing.

I have been abstaining for a long, long time, but I was in a bad mood a few days ago and couldn’t help but smoke again.

Now we are resuming abstinence, the past few days my mind is simply chaotic and dumb.

Don’t touch tobacco, and don’t smoke out of curiosity. It’s too terrifying.

If you are already smoking, please stop smoking.

The physical strength will be better, the skin will be better, and the mood will be better.

Just get through this time.

To encourage each other.