The narration system of Wuxia Journey

Since he knew that Qingsong and Baishi could still be saved, Yan Chongtian was naturally not so anxious.

On the one hand, he had to find a way to let someone notify Shen Manjun and ask her to come to Chongzhen. Whether to save them was another matter; and the "corpses" of Qingsong and Baishi were still lying in the mourning hall. He had to make other arrangements so that no one could find out the abnormality of Qingsong and Baishi.

If someone knew about the abnormality of the Tiancan magic skill, and spread rumors, the Chongzhen sect would never have peace in the future.

It was easy for Qingsong to fake his death and get away, but how to explain that Baishi was alive again?

In Yun Feiyang's words, just find a natural treasure like "Ten Thousand Years Intermittent Flower" or "Tianyang Resurrection Grass" as an excuse. Anyway, if you find such a legendary thing, it's luck, and if you don't find it, it's natural.

But he didn't expect that he would hit the mark by accident, because at this moment, deep in the dungeon of the Wudimen headquarters, Gongsun Hong was interrogating Fu Yushu about the whereabouts of the 'Ten Thousand Years Intermittent Flower'.

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There is a rockery behind the law enforcement hall of the Wudimen headquarters. Through the secret passage of the rockery, you can lead to the dungeon of the Wudimen.

Here are the people from the martial arts sects who had previously opposed the Wudimen, local tyrants, and bandits who killed and robbed, etc. In short, those who had opposed the Wudimen and were still useful were imprisoned here.

The dungeon was deep and dark, filled with a musty and corrupt smell, mixed with the astringent smell of rust and the sweet smell of blood, stimulating the nasal cavity, making people frown involuntarily.

Every ten meters or so, a brazier supported on a wooden frame emitted a faint flame, illuminating an area in front of them, and the deeper part was still hidden in the darkness, like the abyss of a giant beast.

On both sides of the passage, there are cells made of iron and wood, in which some half-dead enemies are imprisoned.

Most people have their collarbones pierced, handcuffed and shackled. Inside the cage, faces are full of resentment and despair, fear and unwillingness; only a few people will wear heavy shackles made of wrought iron, and when they hear the sound, they will only raise their heads and show a trace of disdain and sarcasm.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, there is an iron door made of wrought iron, which is embedded in a one-foot thick stone wall. There is only a palm-sized hole on the door that can communicate with the inside and outside.

Looking through the hole, there were torture instruments covered with rust and blood everywhere: an iron whip made of steel wire and nails, covered with condensed debris and blood clots, a specially processed seat; a leaking wooden barrel, a red-hot iron...

In the center of the cell, a bowl-sized light shone in from nowhere and fell on Fu Yushu who was tied to a wooden stake.

Every time the cold and wet iron whip was whipped, it would bring up handfuls of blood, and the wailing it brought up would echo with a hollow echo. The sound of the wind, dripping water, wailing and even heartbeats were deliberately amplified, forming endless fear.

"Speak, speak or not, if you don't, I have other toys waiting for you."

"Damn it, bring a bucket of salt water and give him a bath."

With the sound of splashing water, Fu Yushu, who was almost unconscious and lowered his head, let out a wail that was not like a human, but only caused laughter.

Outside the door, Dugu Wudi just looked coldly for a moment, turned around and left here, ignoring the countless resentful eyes on both sides.

The moment he stepped onto the stairs, he paused and said disdainfully: "There is no need to keep those who refuse to surrender, just deal with them."

After that, he continued to step up the stairs, and the heavy iron door slowly opened, and a beam of light shone on him, which was so ironic.

As the iron door "creaked" closed, the dust flying in the sun fell into darkness again, as desperate as a dungeon, and the Wudimen disciples rushed into the cage one by one, raising the knives in their hands and swinging them down...

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Wudimen headquarters, backyard.

On the second floor of the embroidery building, Dugu Feng walked up the stairs briskly and saw Shen Manjun sitting by the window. The closed window could not see outside at all, but Shen Manjun could sit here for a whole day.

Dugu Feng shook his head in confusion, wondering why he could look at that window all day long without getting tired of it, and day after day.

"Mom, here is a letter for you." Dugu Feng didn't want to think about it, so she walked to the table and sat down, putting a letter on the coffee table.

Shen Manjun turned around and asked, "Who is the letter from?"

Dugu Feng shook her head and pouted, "It's not signed, only my mother's name is written. It was given to me by a child."

Shen Manjun sat across from the coffee table, then picked up the envelope and looked at it for a moment. There was nothing special about the envelope or the handwriting. Since she couldn't figure it out, she didn't care, and took out the letter and read it.

After a while, her fingers holding the letter turned white because of excessive force, and her whole body wasShe looked dazed and absent-minded. Dugu Feng waved her hand in front of her, but she didn't react.

"Mother? Mother, what's wrong with you? Whose letter is it? Let me see?" Dugu Feng stretched out her hand to take the letter.

Shen Manjun's fingers tightened, and she slapped her hand away, pinched the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope, saying, "Nothing, it's an old friend I haven't seen for a long time, but I didn't expect to receive her letter again."

Although Dugu Feng couldn't figure out what friends Shen Manjun, who had never left the embroidery building, would have, she was simple and didn't think much about it. Not long after, she left impatiently because of Shen Manjun's preaching. Only a deep sigh was left.

After dark, the window on the second floor of the embroidery building, which was originally closed, quietly opened, and Shen Manjun jumped onto the roof of the embroidery building with a tiptoe.

Looking back at the embroidery building, she flew away without looking back.

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In the secret room of the Invincible Gate

Dugu Wudi, who was healing, was awakened by the ringing of a bell and left immediately.

In the lobby, Gongsun Hong, who had been waiting for a long time, saw him coming and bowed to hand him a piece of paper.

Dugu Wudi opened it and immediately clenched it into a ball, and with a rub of his fingers, it turned into a pile of paper scraps.

"Deep in the Qinling Mountains, Juelong Ridge, Broken Soul Cliff!"

"Can the hunter who saw the ten thousand year old intermittent flower still be found?" Dugu Wudi suddenly asked.

Gongsun Hong nodded and said, "According to Fu Yushu's explanation, they were severely damaged by us before they had time to act after receiving the news. The hunter should still be there."

Dugu Wudi narrowed his eyes and said, "Find him as soon as possible. No matter what the price, we must get the Ten Thousand Years Intermittent Flower."

Gongsun Hong bowed and said, "Master, don't worry. I will go there in person and find the Ten Thousand Years Intermittent Flower for you."

After Gongsun Hong left, Dugu Wudi turned around and went to the backyard. Standing on the roof, he fixed his eyes. The figure that should have appeared on the window did not appear.

The next second, he flew to the window on the second floor of the embroidery building. After a long time, he left again.