Chapter 3898 Biyun
The sect leader in white glanced at Yang Ruoqing, who immediately covered her mouth.
Okay, I won’t complain anymore.
No matter how high the wall is, it can't stop Yang Ruoqing, let alone the master in white.
The two quietly entered the inner courtyard of Zhujian Villa.
"Senior, how about we split up to look for him next?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Before the sect leader in white had time to answer, many men with swords appeared from all directions.
They were wearing uniform green shirts and holding uniform swords in their hands. No need to guess, these people must be Zhuge Qingyun's disciples.
"Who is here? How dare you break into the Sword Forging Villa without permission?" The leader, a man holding a sword, shouted angrily.
The leader of the white-clothed sect snorted coldly, raised his hand, and turned into a white shadow and rushed into the crowd of swordsmen.
Then, it swept through it like a tornado, and the previously menacing swordsmen fell to the ground like wheat being harvested without even having a chance to draw their swords.
Of course, there is no need for Yang Ruoqing to take action.
Seeing the master in white knocking down all these swordsmen to the ground, as cleanly as flowing water, Yang Ruoqing was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.
In the past, she thought that her speed was fast enough, but she didn’t expect that there was someone outside this person. No wonder he said that she was a three-legged cat kung fu, and it was true!
“What are you still doing? Go and save people!”
In a daze, the master of the white-clothed sect came to her.
Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, "Oh, okay!"
Following the white-clothed sect master, he walked straight in. From the outside, he saw that Zhujian Villa was very big. Now that he came in, it was even more... Big.
The master of the white-clothed sect walked like the wind, leading Yang Ruoqing all the way through this huge, maze-like villa.
On the way, they still met several groups of swordsmen and guards in the villa. Seeing these two unfamiliar intruders, they tried to intercept them.
But no one can get close to the white-clothed sect master.
The master of the white-clothed sect perfectly interprets this sentence of being turned into ashes in a snap!
Yang Ruoqing ran a few steps quickly to catch up with the white-clothed sect master, "Senior, this villa is so big. If we want to find someone, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. May I ask where you are going to find it? Do you have a target?"
The sect leader in white said: "I arrested him earlier I asked someone at the villa that Zhuge Qingyun was in seclusion in the back mountain, and Luo Fengtang should be imprisoned in a secret room."
"The secret room?" Yang Ruoqing thought about it and looked at her feet: "Where will the secret room be? What?”
"Follow me!" the white-clothed sect leader said.
Yang Ruoqing followed the white-clothed sect master again and continued to walk through the large villa.
Xin Dao has the master of the white-clothed sect accompanying her. Entering the Sword Forging Villa is like entering an uninhabited land. It is not her turn to take action at all.
Of course, this premise is that Zhuge Qingyun is in retreat.
“We’re here.”
The white-clothed door master in front suddenly stopped.
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and found that she was standing in front of a rockery. The rockery was covered with various plants and hanging vines.
There is trickling water on both sides, and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant everywhere.
“It should be here.” The white-clothed sect leader said.
Then he stepped forward and groped on the stone wall.
Yang Ruoqing could tell that he was looking for an agency, so she quickly helped to look for him together.
Suddenly, she noticed that there was a vine nearby that was a little different from the other vines, so she reached out and pulled it gently.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The rockery suddenly moved, and a stone rotated, just enough to create a hole that could only accommodate one person.
"Senior, come quickly, the entrance is here!" Yang Ruoqing said quickly.
The leader in white clothes glanced at it and nodded: "Well, indeed, I will go first."
Yang Ruoqing knew that he was taking care of her. During this time, she was traveling with the leader in white clothes and found that although he had a surly temperament , sometimes evil and sometimes good, but they are all divided into objects.
If you really stay in contact with him for a long time, you will find that the master of the white-clothed sect is also very good at taking care of the people around him.
A certain room in the secret room was filled with the pungent smell of herbs, mixed with the fishy smell of blood.
A figure stood busy in front of a pile of bottles and cans, pouring the red liquid in this small bottle into another small bottle, and then adding different herbs on hand one by one, and then again Refining, researching...
Outside the secret room, Yang Ruoqing has entered step by step with the white-clothed sect master.
"I heard earlier that the secret room in Zhujian Villa is very unusual. I saw it today and it is indeed so." The white-clothed sect master said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "It's really big. I'm afraid there are secret rooms under this rockery, one inside the other, like a maze."
The white-clothed sect master sneered: "Zhuge Qingyun, this madman , some means."
"Senior, I feel that Feng Tang should be nearby!" Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped and said.
The door owner in white also stopped and saw Yang Ruoqing suddenly running to the left. As soon as the door opened, she heard the sound of iron chains hitting inside.
"Senior, it's here, it must be here, I heard..."
She called to the white-clothed sect leader behind her, but found that the white-clothed sect leader was standing with his back to her. There, he put his hands behind his back and raised his head to look at something on the stone wall in front of him.
Yang Ruoqing quickly turned back and found that what made the white-clothed sect master unable to move his footsteps and eyes was a portrait hanging on the stone wall in front of him.
The woman in the portrait is wearing a green skirt, her hair is styled into many colorful braids, her face is pretty, and her eyes are lively.
Especially when he smiles, the corners of his lips are as curved as a crescent moon.
She was playing with a strand of her pigtails with both hands, standing under a poplar tree, smiling beautifully and looking forward to her beautiful eyes.
“This is such a beauty.” Yang Ruoqing couldn’t help but murmured.
"Senior, if you like this portrait of a beautiful woman so much, I will take it off and bring it to you later." She continued,
"I heard the sound of chains coming from inside, Feng Tang must be inside, let’s go rescue people first..."
"You go inside to rescue Feng Tang, I'll go find Zhuge Qingyun!"
The white-clothed sect master put down these words and turned around, heading towards the entrance.
Yang Ruoqing was startled and chased after him to stop him: "Senior, the plan we made before was to successfully take Feng Tang out of Zhujian Villa!"
"Now the plan has changed temporarily. You go find Feng Tang and take him away first, don't worry about me!" The white-clothed sect leader said, raising his feet to leave, he was grabbed by Yang Ruoqing again.
"Senior, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly change your plan? Can you give a reasonable reason?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
The white-clothed sect master glanced at the beauty painting hanging on the wall. His usually calm face was no longer calm.
“That’s Biyun!”
“Huh?” Yang Ruoqing was startled.
"Biyun in this portrait looks like she is in her early twenties. She was only sixteen or seventeen when she separated from me!"
"Why did Zhuge Qingyun do this? Is there a portrait of 20-year-old Biyun? Where did he see Biyun? I have to find out!”
After saying these words, the white-clothed sect leader rushed out of the secret room like a gust of wind.
(End of this chapter)