"What do you mean?" Zuo Shu frowned.
The sect leader of Chenmen sighed and began to recount the events in detail.
It turns out that when the Demon Lord returned from the frigid lands, she was severely injured and had to retreat to Duxin Lake to heal. Whenever the Chen Sect was in danger, the Sect Master would contact her. Although the Demon Lord did not intend to leave the mountain, she at least protected the Chen Sect. Since then, the Sect Master would send someone to Lishan every now and then to deliver messages. Although the Demon Lord did not say it, she tacitly accepted this one-way communication.
But one day a few years ago, the Demon Lord suddenly sealed off Lishan, making it difficult even for people from the Chenmen to enter.
Unable to contact the Demon Lord, the sect leader was filled with fear. He once considered forcing his way into Mount Li, but upon entering, he found the place shrouded in dark clouds and filled with muffled thunder. Given that Mount Li was inherently dangerous, he could not advance an inch and thus abandoned the idea.
"Young Master, what should we do?" After hearing these words, Zuo Shu looked at Shen Yebai with concern.
They absolutely must see the Demon Lord, but Lishan is so dangerous. If something happens to Shen Yebai, Shen Mo will also be greatly affected.
“Go,” Shen Yebai said without hesitation.
He only had one chance to break free from Shen Mo, and he had to seize it, not only for himself but also for Qin Moyu.
He had just calmed down and reviewed everything that had happened since he returned from Guanlan Sect. He felt that Shen Mo had most likely interfered in the old Taoist's affairs. He didn't know whether it was for good or bad, but since he had already set his sights on Qin Moyu, he had to take the plunge.
“Alright.” Zuo Shu nodded, then turned to the sect leader. “In that case, please make the arrangements, sect leader.”
Now that things have come to this, the sect leader of Chenmen no longer needs to insist on the so-called "forbidden area of the sect." He indicated that he would make arrangements and would also try his best to come up with a suitable answer for Shen Mo.
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In an unfamiliar sect, it's impossible to fall asleep and rest without a care in the world.
Qin Moyu sat in the courtyard, feeling annoyed, and took out the old Taoist's wine.
That was wine that Shen Yebai dug out of the yard. He drank two jars that night, and now there's only one left.
Although I hate to admit it, getting drunk can indeed relieve my worries for a while.
Qin Moyu silently tore open the seal, picked it up, and took a big gulp.
"Cough cough cough..."
Qin Moyu choked on the wine because she drank it too fast.
He took his first sip and realized that this wine was completely different from the other jars. It was extremely fragrant and ridiculously strong. The moment he drank it, his throat felt like it was on fire.
It took Qin Moyu a while to realize that there were a few crooked words engraved on the wine jar.
It was an ugly-cute carving, a signature of the old Taoist priest. Qin Moyu looked at it from left to right, and it took her a while to figure out that it was a date.
Qin Moyu calculated that if this date was the day the wine was brewed, then the wine seemed to be about the same age as herself.
There is a folk tradition of brewing wine in the year a daughter is born, and then digging it up on the day the girl gets married to serve "daughter's wine" as a feast.
"What is this... Master..."
Qin Moyu held the wine jar, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He racked his brains but couldn't understand why the old Taoist would bury this thing. As he laughed, a wave of sadness seemed to well up in his heart.
They say that what you keep in your heart will eventually come to pass. He's been thinking about it for so long, why hasn't his master appeared in his dreams yet...?
Qin Moyu felt a lump in her throat and silently began to drink her wine.
--It's too spicy.
Qin Moyu felt unwell while drinking, but she just wouldn't stop.
Qin Moyu stopped drinking after drinking more than half a jar of wine, when he was so drunk that all he could see were blurry images.
Qin Moyu lay on the table, her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes glazed over.
Suddenly, it seemed like someone sat down next to me.
"Mo Jin...?" Qin Moyu struggled to open his eyes. This person had come suddenly and silently. He had thought it was Mo Jin who had come.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a man wearing a straw hat.
"who!"
Although Qin Moyu appeared to have lost his mind, that was only because he wanted to get drunk. The alcohol could be dispelled with a little spiritual energy, so when he found a stranger around him, Qin Moyu's first reaction was to use his spiritual energy to regain his senses.
Unexpectedly, the other party simply snapped their fingers, and Qin Moyu's eyes, which had just regained their clarity, began to glaze over again.
I'm so dizzy...
Qin Moyu suddenly felt as if a heavy weight had been placed on her, and she felt completely dizzy.
Only after Qin Moyu completely lost consciousness did Fen Qi emerge from the corner.
"alright?"
He burned the incense and asked.
The faceless man didn't answer, but looked down at his hands, his tone filled with intense resentment: "It's even more difficult to deal with than I imagined..."
Fenqi glanced at His hand—the originally solid hand began to turn transparent, as if it would disappear in the next second.
“It’s normal that he’s a bit difficult to deal with because he has the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire.” Fen Qi pursed his lips, as if remembering something, and said with a hint of regret, “Sigh, if it weren’t for the urgency of time, I would have liked to modify the formation of the Abyss Land to be more perfect. Who would have thought that using his formation as the base formation would even make the Yu Fire derived from the formation restrained by the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire derived from his formation.”
"In the end, he's no match for a genius." Fen Qi shrugged.
“The Red Lotus Karmic Fire is one aspect, and the other is the remnant soul within his body,” the faceless man said. “It seems somewhat familiar.”
"Familiar?" Fen Qi raised an eyebrow.