Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 311 Bai Guyi

The white paper is a ghost lamp, and the black coffin catches the eye.

In the dark prison, the wind whistled non-stop, and the white silk was flying, making it even more desolate.

"Da da……"

In the darkness, footsteps sounded,

Not long after, a group of six people appeared in the field, looking at the black coffin in the field with different expressions.

One of the handsome-looking men looked back and forth for a while, and couldn't help but speak in surprise:

"Bai Lang, is he really dead?"

"Heh..." One person sneered:

"I heard that it was a momentary mistake, and was sucked into the magma by the violent fire crocodile, leaving no bones left."

"He is also unlucky enough!"

"Speak carefully." Among the six people, there was a woman with delicate features and a white dress, who immediately turned cold when she heard the words, and said:

"The dead are the big ones. Brother Bai has known you for many years, so don't be so rude."

"Yes." The man's face was serious, and he lowered his head, it should be:

"Senior Sister Ji said that I just thought of Bai Lang pestering Senior Sister many times, and I was not angry for a while."

"Stop talking." The handsome man waved his hand and said:

"Junior Sister Ji and Bai Lang have lived together since childhood. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are childhood sweethearts."

"It's a pity, after all, Bai Lang's talent is limited, and he is still an outer sect disciple today. If not, he would have been able to go to Cang Yufeng to meet with me, why would he be trapped in this dark prison?"

Although the man sounded regretful, there was a condescending look in his tone after all.

It seems to disdain!

The sudden death of his love rival for many years surprised him, but he was also secretly delighted.

"Brother Li." Ji Qianyun sighed softly, and said:

"Brother Bai's talent is actually not bad, it's just that he lacks a bit of hard work, otherwise his achievements may not be inferior to mine."

"As for him staying in the black prison, it is because of his practice of cultivation techniques that his cultivation will grow faster here."

"What's the use of talking about it now?" Li Yuanjing smiled and walked forward:

"The dead are the greatest. No matter what happened in life, Li will offer a stick of incense to Brother Bai today."

"Boom!"

At this moment, the ground shook slightly behind him, and a person came out with a copper staff in his hand.

"Grandpa Bai." Ji Qianyun's beautiful eyes lit up when he saw the person coming, and then worried:

"Bai Lang has already gone, so don't be too sad, your body will be hurt, senior brother will not bear it if he knows what he is afraid of."

The person who came was Bai Guyi, the director of the black prison.

But different from the past, today's Bai Guyi has completely lost the spirit of the past.

Nearly half of his long hair has turned gray, his expression is bleak, his eyes are dull, and he walks with the help of crutches, like a mortal, making people have to worry about his physical condition.

"It's Qianyun." The familiar voice made Bai Guyi raise his head slowly, with a forced smile on his face:

"Lang'er has been looking forward to your coming. Knowing that you have been promoted to the law enforcement envoy of the sect, I have been happy for you."

"this time……"

He looked back at the memorial tablet, his old eyes were red, tears welled up, and his voice became a little hoarse:

"If you can come this time, it can be regarded as fulfilling his wish."

"Grandpa Bai." Hearing this, Ji Qianyun's eyes turned red, and she couldn't help the tears from her beautiful eyes, and said with a sob:

"Sorry, I'm late."

"No, it's not too late!" Bai Guyi narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said:

"I suspect that Lang'er was killed by someone. Qianyun, as the law enforcement envoy of the sect, you must seek justice for him!"

"Huh?" Ji Qianyun's expression changed:

"Is this true?"

"I can still lie to you." Bai Guyi's old eyes were round and bloodshot, and he growled:

"In this black prison, there are quite a few people who harbor malice towards Lang'er, and quite a few people want to kill him."

"This time, I suspect that someone drove the fire crocodile to do it secretly. It's really hateful!"

"No……"

"It's not just a black prison."

He shook his head slowly, looked behind Ji Qianyun, swept over Li Yuanjing and others one by one, his eyes were cold:

"You don't know, the people outside are sinister. The reason why I didn't go out was to protect him, but I didn't want to..."

"Qianyun, you are the only one I can trust. You should also understand Lang'er's feelings for you."

"Grandpa Bai." Ji Qianyun was listening carefully, but now he was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice:

"I know, don't worry, I will definitely investigate carefully and give Senior Brother Bai an explanation."

"Director Bai." Li Yuanjing couldn't help frowning:

"How did I hear that it was an accident?"

"Accident?" Bai Guyi's voice turned cold:

"I never believe in accidents."

"No one can say for sure about the affairs of the world." The young man who had ridiculed Bai Lang just now said:

"As we all know, no one can drive the fire crocodile. Even if they can, they are probably senior Daoji. How could they assassinate Bai Lang?"

"Director Bai, I'm afraid you are overthinking."

"Really?" Bai Guyi glanced at him, and said quietly:

"I hope that when you encounter such things, you can still relax so much that you don't mind at all."

"you……"

"OK OK!"

Several people stretched out their hands to stop them, suppressing the restlessness of their companions, Yuji Qianyun said:

"Grandpa Bai, we are here today, one is to mourn Senior Brother Bai, and the other is to inquire about the situation reported by You District."

"That Zhang Qing, was the restriction lifted?"

"I don't know what exactly happened to the people in You District." Bai Guyi said lightly:

"However, as early as two years ago, Zhang Qing died unexpectedly. There is no body left, so it is impossible to be alive."

"Really?" Li Yuanjing said:

"Zhang Qing died, did you see it with your own eyes?"

"I didn't see it." Bai Guyi's expression remained unchanged:

"However, why do you have to lie about such things, and if Zhang Qing is really alive, will the people in You District be his opponents?"

"That's not necessarily true." Li Yuanjing said coldly:

"Yu De, the jailer in Ding District, is Zhang Qing's sworn brother. Can you guarantee that he will not bend the law for personal gain?"

"Besides, Yu De also happened to be killed this time, and there is no body left. Is he absconding in fear of crime?"

"Hmm..." Bai Guyi's eyes flickered, he was a little hesitant, and he nodded slightly after a pause:

"It makes sense."

"Then wait, I'll go to You District to inquire about the situation, and Senior Brother Li will go to Ding District to investigate the scene of the crime." Ji Qianyun said:

"After reading it, make a judgment, now..."

"First pay homage to Senior Brother Bai!"

"Also."

Several people nodded.

After half an hour.

The few people who came to pay respects have already left, but Bai Guyi, whose back is desolate, still stands in the field.

"granduncle."

At this time, a young man came from behind, glanced at the coffin, suppressed the secret joy in his eyes, lowered his head pretending to be sad and said:

"A person cannot be resurrected after death, so you are old and sad."

Bai Guyi turned around slowly:

"It's Yun'er!"

"It's me, Uncle." The young man raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and fell to his knees with a plop:

"Unfortunately, my elder brother died, and Yun'er is also grieved. If my uncle is willing, I will serve you instead of my elder brother."

"You..." Bai Guyi's eyes flickered, he hesitated for a while, and then nodded:

"You are a good boy. Lang'er will always be so happy if you are always by his side."

"I have no descendants now, what should have been left to Lang'er, might as well be left to you."

"Uncle!" The young man trembled, forcibly suppressing the joy in his heart, and wept bitterly with his head down:

"Yun'er doesn't dare to have such an extravagant request, I just want to serve you old, and I will do whatever I want."

"well!"

With tears in his eyes, Bai Guyi stretched out his hand tremblingly:

"Good boy, get up first!"

"yes."

"That's it." Bai Guyi lowered his head and whispered:

"I have one thing I want you to help with. Under District B under your jurisdiction, there is a secret passage leading directly to a certain prison below..."

"Can you do it?"

After the sound fell, the young man's expression changed back and forth. He seemed to be struggling, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Uncle, don't worry, even if this matter violates the family rules, Yun'er will definitely take care of it for you!"

"Good boy, good boy." Bai Guyi was moved:

"Don't worry, if things are done, my coffin book will be yours from now on."

"Uncle, don't say that." The young man hurriedly shook his head:

"You hear my good news!"

As he said that, he turned and left, his back was in a hurry, and he seemed to be impatient.

Behind him, under the dim light of the underworld lamp, Bai Guyi's expression suddenly sank.

The expression on that face was devoid of emotion, on the contrary, it was a little ferocious, even crazy.

"Lang'er..."

"It should be yours, no one can take it away, I...would never let you die in vain!"

"Don't worry, I will give you whatever you want, including the woman you want!"

"Crunch... crunch..."

The eerie voice echoed in the mourning hall, eerie and terrifying, like a ghost.

…………

Mo Qiu put away his exercises, opened his eyes, and looked thoughtful.

really.

Because of the increase in strength of the physical body, the stimulation of the piercing dove's blood can't bring about much change.

Of course, this is relative.

"Strength increases by 10% on the original basis, flexibility increases by 30%, and speed becomes faster."

With a slight movement, the physical body seemed to have a subtle contact with the air, and the resistance was greatly reduced.

This is of course due to the bloodline of Chuantianjiu.

Chuantianjiu was originally a fast-flying spirit bird, but it failed to make Mo Qiu grow wings.

This is also a matter of course.

The blood coagulation skill of ten thousand beasts only promotes the change of one's own blood, but it is not alienation, after all, it is still human.

but……

There are also unexpected benefits!

After this practice, in the sea of ​​consciousness, more than 4,000 stars were lit up in one breath.

This is not accumulated over a long period of time, but the power of the soul breaks through the original limit and suddenly lights up.

The sudden increase in the power of the soul means that he can once again forge a magic weapon with blood.

"Only immortal cultivators above the eighth level of Qi Refining can refine the three magic weapons."

"From this point of view, the power of my soul should not be weak at the eighth level of Qi Refining."

"No!"

Don't beg your eyes to be fixed:

"The method of blood refining is different from the method of cultivating immortals, and it consumes more power of the soul."

"Based on this, even an immortal cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining may not have the power of his soul."

According to the records in Feng Wuhe's classics, the stronger the power of the soul, the easier it is to use martial arts to enter the Tao.

Good thing!

After a few days.

"Prison!"

The shout outside the door interrupted his cultivation.

"Senior Sister Ji, the law enforcement envoy of the Zongmen, is here and wants to ask about the attack on us a few days ago."

"Oh!" Mo Qiu raised his head, put away the short stick wrapped in flames in front of him, and replied:

"Here we come."