I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

It's easy to say calm down, but...

"I've waited for sixty years."

"..." Xiao Yu felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer in the chest. This time it was his turn to be silent.

He will never know what kind of torture the woman endured during these sixty years of loneliness.

The only things that kept her company were the sword dance day after day and the cloud buds and flowers.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive." She wiped her face, pursed her lips, raised her head and tried to smile at Xiao Yu, "You... tell me..."

"Your master is generally fine," Xiao Yu paused and said, "but there are some things she doesn't remember... maybe even you..."

"I'm glad she's back!" Gongsun Da Niang burst into tears and said, as if she hadn't heard the second half of the words at all.

Then her arrogant eyes softened in an instant, and she looked at Xiao Yu pleadingly: "Tell me, where is she, I want to see her..."

"She has her own things to do now and can't see you, but... that's all."

Although Xiao Yu knew that Gongsun Da Niang would probably rush into the enemy camp impulsively after he told the truth, he really couldn't bear to continue hiding it from her.

"She is currently in Jingzhou City, negotiating with the Witch King as an envoy of the Tang Dynasty."

Seeing that Gongsun Da Niang instantly became nervous and looked towards Jingzhou City with worry, Xiao Yu hurriedly added: "But the Lord God is by her side to protect her, and there will definitely be no more accidents, you can rest assured."

The woman then relaxed a little.

"I asked you to come back this time because I wanted you to go to Jingzhou City to perform a dance for the Witch King, and bring your master back safely," Xiao Yu smiled bitterly, "The Witch King proposed that you perform a dance as a condition for peace talks..."

"I can do it for Master, but..." She looked down at her injured hands anxiously.

"I really didn't expect this kind of accident," Xiao Yu hammered his head in distress, "It seems I have to find another way. You stay here and recover from your injuries, find a way to adjust your mentality, and wait for your master to come back..."

"No!"

Unexpectedly, Gongsun Da Niang shook her head firmly.

"I want to see Master!"

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65. Fengming Mountain (7)

She wants to see the master!

It's now!

She can't wait a moment!

What's this, "I've been waiting for almost sixty years, a few days won't make a difference"... To her, it's all bullshit.

She just wanted to see her master, even if it was just a glance from afar, even if the other party could not recognize her, she was willing!

In a fit of emotion, she ran headfirst into the soundproof barrier.

Xiao Yu had no choice but to withdraw the formation and hold down the woman's shoulders.

"Don't be impulsive. You can go. I won't stop you, but at least be reasonable."

"I have my measure."

"No, listen to my last sentence!" Xiao Yu transmitted loudly, "I know I'm annoying now, but if you listen to my last sentence, I'll let you go! Otherwise, fight with me!"

"What do you say."

"It's very simple." Xiao Yu knew that the other party was extremely anxious, so he didn't waste time and said very quickly, "Your arms are injured now, which can be used as an excuse to delay. When you meet the Witch King, you must promise him that you will dance with the sword for him after your injuries are healed."

"Yes," Gongsun Da Niang nodded.

"As for when this injury will heal, that's hard to say," Xiao Yu said with a smile, "In short, let's stabilize them first. Once the Witch King is stabilized, you can bring your master back and reunite with him in peace."

"I understand."

Xiao Yu never forgets the overall situation, even though his methods always make his enemies feel despicable.

But from the perspective of the people of the Tang Dynasty, Gongsun Da Niang also admired him a little.

"Then go ahead."

Xiao Yu took back his hand: "If the Lord God asks, don't say that I told you, just say that you sensed it..."

Unfortunately, Gongsun Da Niang didn't have time to hear the last sentence.

The moment Xiao Yu let go, she had already rushed towards Jingzhou City like a rainbow.

*******

At the banquet, the air seemed to have solidified.

No one dared to make a sound when breathing. The Witch King held two magic crystals in his hands, which collided with each other from time to time. This was the only sound in the hall.

Jiang Ke'er was not affected.

She knew she was terribly drunk, but she still mechanically poured herself glass after glass of liquor.

It was not for anything else, but when she completely lost the constraints of her mind, she found that the corners of memory left on those residual souls were magnified countless times.

Many flashbacks began to appear in front of her eyes.

She didn't know whether it was a drunken hallucination or a real memory, but these things that she couldn't feel in her normal life made her obsessed.

The decomposed half of the soul represents beauty, and every fragment here seems to be the lost beauty. Even if it is just a little bit of the remaining corners, it also brings an unprecedented sense of comfort.

Some blurry faces flashed before her eyes. Before Jiang Ke'er could see clearly, she could only vaguely feel the light and shadow and outline.

She saw birds singing and dancing doing their morning exercises under the rising sun above the sea of ​​clouds and in front of Tingjianping.

The stuttering sound of the flute was accompanied by a warm hand gently caressing my head. I would look up at her from time to time, then feel ashamed of my unfamiliar and clumsy playing skills, and stick out my tongue in embarrassment.

She also saw a young boy standing upside down in a clean little courtyard at noon under the scorching sun, holding a bucket and jumping around while cursing.

I was lying leisurely in the rocking chair, under the shade of the willow tree by the wall, munching on a snack in one hand and holding a cup of tea in the other.

Until one day, with the addition of a timid girl, the boy finally stopped mumbling.

So the boy and the girl stood upside down together under the scorching sun, and the sounds of their jumping became alternately light and heavy, and began to form a harmonious rhythm.

only……

I don't remember who they are anymore.

Their figures melted into the darkness. I only vaguely remember those youthful years, the young boys and girls, their ignorant first love...

I always think that they will be happy.

Jiang Keer opened her eyes in confusion, only to find that her tears had already soaked her collar without her noticing.

Ah, I lost my composure.

I am an envoy now, and it would be too embarrassing to be drunk. I should restrain myself for the time being. There will be another chance later...

No, the prerequisite is that Gongsun Da Niang will come to the rescue, and the prerequisite is that I can survive today.

"Report!"

The messenger's anxious voice once again successfully made his presence felt. He rushed into the hall and shouted, "A woman broke into the city gate! She calls herself..."

"Auntie Gongsun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise of banging and clanging outside the door.

Since she was forcing her way in, she naturally didn't wait for the Witch King's reply. In the blink of an eye, she was already outside the hall.

The figure held a long sword in his mouth, with his arms hanging limply, but despite this, he was still able to easily force back the surrounding Southern Xinjiang monks!

With a figure as graceful as a crane, she spun around and arrived in front of the hall. She dropped the sword in her mouth and stood still.

Then her eyes instantly locked onto the drunken figure at the table.

In an instant, everything around her seemed to move away from her. Only that shadow remained in her vision. She could no longer see or hear anything else.

"Gongsun?" The Witch King looked at Madam Gongsun with some hesitation. His eyebrows twisted into a "川" shape on his ferocious face, and he suddenly became more irritable. "Are you Madam Gongsun?"

The woman didn't answer her, she didn't hear it.

"your hands……"

The Witch King noticed that Gongsun Da Niang's hands were hanging down, and his fists suddenly clenched and he shouted, "Answer me! What's wrong with your hands?!"

Only then did Gongsun Da Niang look at him indifferently.

"It's useless for now."

The Witch King was immediately furious: "You...are playing tricks on me?!"

"It's just that it can't be used for the time being. It needs time to heal." Gongsun Da Niang glanced at the Witch King coldly, without any respect at all, and she was too lazy to even pretend to be respectful.

"You can wait a little longer. I'll come to see you when I'm better," she said.

"you……"

The Witch King gasped in anger, the thing he had dreamed of was right within reach, but the pain of not being able to get it made him so uncomfortable that he almost went crazy.

"Ok?"

At this moment, another counselor suddenly seemed to have discovered something, leaned close to the Witch King's ear and whispered:

"Your Highness, please take a closer look at her hand. Something seems wrong... Why does the injury seem..."

The Witch King opened his eyes wide and looked carefully, only to find that Gongsun Da Niang's hand was not just temporarily injured.

He was very familiar with the aura of the wound. This power came from the witch clan.

Could it be...

"You went to the forbidden area?!"

"Forbidden area? I don't know what that is, but I have discovered quite a few spiritual springs." Aunt Gongsun said indifferently.

The spring of spiritual power.

That is the forbidden area.

“You…Aaaaaaah!”

The Witch King suddenly became hysterical.

He threw the table in front of him away, tears of despair streaming down his twisted, crazy face.

He's completely crazy.

because.

"This is the Wu Ghost Seal that was personally placed by Master Wu Zu...it can never be broken!"

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66. Fengming Mountain (8)

"Just because you can't solve it doesn't mean there aren't talented people in the Tang Dynasty who can solve it," said Madam Gongsun.

"No... I know it too well..."

The Witch King laughed bitterly.

The Wu clan worships ghosts and gods and does not believe in reincarnation.

The souls of all dead members of the tribe will enter the forbidden area and become the source of power for future generations. They are called "Wu Ghosts".

Communicating with the Wu ghost allows them to use many extraordinary techniques and exert stronger combat power than ordinary cultivators.

Guiwu physiognomy is one of them.

The Wu Ghost Sealing Technique utilizes the power of the Wu Ghosts that has been stored in the forbidden area for countless generations. It is a terrifying seal woven by the hands of the Witch Ancestor. Its complexity far exceeds that of all conventional cultivators' seals, and it will not weaken as the spiritual power dissipates.

"Forget it," the Witch King sighed to the sky.

He stood up and drew his sword.

"Since Gongsun Sword Dance has become a masterpiece, then..."

"The Tang Dynasty would no longer have any need to exist."

"As for you," he looked at Gongsun Da Niang disappointedly, "you broke into the forbidden area and saw things you shouldn't have seen. You shouldn't have been allowed to stay... just die here, and leave your sword-dancing hands here forever."