Bei He stretched out his other hand, and his fingers lightly touched the blue blood in his palm, and found that the latter was still a little sticky, which was the characteristic of blood.

He put his palm in front of his nose and sniffed it, and then there was a faint fragrance. It's a scent that resembles grass and trees, but with a hint of sweetness.

This made him frown, for he had never seen this blood, and even made him wonder if it was blood.

It's just that he was almost sure that the solidified blue liquid in his palm was definitely from the other party when he grabbed Leng Wanwan's wrist before.

And in the case of Leng Wanwan's injury, this thing can only be blood.

Not only that, but at this time, he suddenly remembered that when he held Leng Wanwan's wrist before, the latter reacted greatly, and immediately broke free, and turned around and returned to the main hall without thinking.

If this blue liquid is really Leng Wanwan's blood, then it explains why this woman broke free from his palm. At the same time, it also makes sense that Mr. Zhang and others came to treat the wounded, and she had no reason to appear.

Leng Wanwan shouldn't want people to know that the blood on her body is blue.

Thinking of this, Beihe looked at the blue blood in his palm in a daze, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, put his palm into the basin of water, and began to clean.

......

Sure enough, even if Jiang Muyuan asked people to take two hunting dogs down the mountain, he didn't chase Yan Jun.

Early the next morning, under Jiang Muyuan's instructions, everyone surrounded Yan Jun's residence and began a large-scale search. It's just that Yan Jun can lurk under everyone's nose for so many years, so naturally he won't leave any clues.

The only thing that is suspicious is that this person takes a large amount of tonic medicine from Mr. Zhang every month, and Mr. Zhang can also testify to this.

And with Yan Jun's offerings in the sect, he would definitely not be able to afford these medicinal materials.

At the same time that the sect was vigorously searching for Yan Jun, at this moment, Beihe came to the foot of the Lanshan Sect, and circled around this giant peak, and came to the location of the back mountain.

This is a dense jungle, although it is overgrown with weeds, but fortunately there are no towering trees, so the view is quite wide.

Beihe looked up at the towering giant peak overhead, and judged that the carrier pigeon should have fallen in the range where he was now, so he began to search carefully inch by inch.

Beihe searched for the bottom of the mountain all day, until it was about to darken, and he did not find anything. After all, it is not easy to find a carrier pigeon that he shot in the dense jungle.

Just as Beihe was about to give up, he suddenly saw a blue and white thing on a low tree.

Beihe's eyes flashed, only to see him step forward, leap a little high, and grasp the blue and white thing in his hand, after landing in front of him, he put it in front of his eyes to see, this thing is a carrier pigeon, and the body is penetrated, so dead that he can no longer die.

Beihe took the letterhead off the pigeon's leg and opened it.

"The subordinates have already checked most of the range of the Lanshan Sect, I hope the prince will be calm for a while, and give the subordinates half a year of time, and they will definitely be able to find the whereabouts of that thing. ”

A few simple sentences, neatly written on letterhead in small letters.

Beihe frowned, and the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows was extremely obvious.

There were two places in the contents of the letterhead that caught his strong attention.

One is the word "prince", if Yan Jun is a spy of the Fengguo royal family, then the "prince" mentioned in the letterhead is either the third prince of Fengguo, or the seventh prince of Fengguo.

Second, "that thing" made Beihe's heartbeat a little faster, and he didn't know what Prince Fengguo was looking for in the Lanshan Sect.

I don't know why, at this moment, Bei He suddenly thought of the white robe in Lu Hou's room, and the cloth bag that couldn't be opened. Could it be that the "thing" that Yan Jun refers to has something to do with these two items?

Thinking of this, Beihe's eyes narrowed. If that's the case, then the robe has a lot to do with the bag that can't be opened.

Thinking of those two things again, now that they were in his residence, he dismissed his plan to hand over the letterhead in his hand to the Sect Master of Lanshan.

I saw Beihe tear up the small pieces of paper in his hand one by one, and finally threw them away, scattering them everywhere with the wind.

After doing all this, Beihe threw the corpse of the carrier pigeon at his feet, trampled it to pieces, and then walked towards the road from which he came, and finally returned to the Arashiyama sect down the stone steps.

After a while, Beihe stepped into the small courtyard of the residence, pushed the door in, and came to the high seat of the main hall and sat down, holding his chin with one hand and falling into a deep groan with the other.

In the quiet atmosphere, he was thinking about the whole thing.

After a while, he suddenly got up and walked towards Lu Hou's room, where he wanted to find a place to hide the robe and the cloth bag that could not be opened.

But just as he was getting up, he suddenly looked at the dark side room on the right side, and shouted, "Who!"

At the same time, he grabbed the iron rod at his side, and his gaze became sharp.

Under his gaze, a slender figure came out of the darkness and stood outside him.

"It's you!"

After seeing the face of this figure clearly, Beihe was extremely surprised, and even a little stunned.

In front of him was Leng Wanwan.

I saw Leng Wanwan's face cold, and she looked at him a little indifferent.

And facing Beihe, the woman did not speak immediately, but walked towards the door, closed the two gates, and finally turned back to Beihe.

Only to hear the woman speak, "That's my secret, and you can't tell anyone about it." ”

Beihe was stunned for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "What do you mean...... Blood?"

Leng Wanwan took a breath, "Not bad." ”

"Good. Beihe bowed his head and agreed to the matter.

After getting his reply, the coldness on Leng Wanwan's face was still the same, and then she heard this woman say: "Even my stepmother and Jiang Qing don't know this secret. ”

"So I was the first to know about it. A smile appeared on Beihe's face.

"Would you think of me as an outlier? Leng Wanwan asked.

"Alien?" Beihe looked weird, and then asked, "Why do you think you're an alien?"

"Because I have a different blood than you in my veins. Leng Wanwan said bluntly.

"No, it won't. Beihe shook his head and said, in his opinion, Leng Wanwan should have some kind of disease.

Seeing his sincere expression, the indifference on Leng Wanwan's face finally subsided a little.

"But why is your blood different from mine? "At this time, I listened to the North River again.

"I don't know. Leng Wanwan spit out three words.

Beihe guessed that maybe the woman didn't want to say it, and just when he thought of it, he only heard the woman say, "I'm leaving." ”

After speaking, Leng Wanwan turned around and pushed open the door and left the place.

Seeing the woman's figure disappear into the twilight, Beihe touched his chin, revealing a thoughtful look.

......

In the blink of an eye, another half a year has passed.

In this half year, Beihe had a particularly comfortable life in the Lanshan Sect.

Every morning, he would carry a basket and go to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise with Leng Wanwan and eat breakfast.

In addition to that, he would be busy cultivating every day. Under the guidance of Jiang Muyuan, his progress can be said to be extremely obvious, and even the ball of true qi in his body has grown a little stronger.

During this period, he also took the time to go to the border between Zhou and Feng, and pulled back the two boxes of silver of the big man in the cave in a carriage.

There was still a year and a half to go before the martial arts tournament held in the Zhou Kingdom, during which Beihe could make adequate preparations.

It can be said that everything is developing in the best direction. Everything is so wishy-washy.

In the past six months, an interesting thing has happened, that is, Jiang Muyuan deliberately matched Beihe and Jiang Qing.

But Beihe has a heart, and Jiang Qing doesn't seem to value his reputation as a cultivation genius. According to the grapevine, Bei He faintly learned that Jiang Qing wanted to enter the royal family, but he didn't want to be the wife of a martial artist.

It can be seen that the two are not in love, and no matter how Jiang Muyuan matches, it will not work.

For this reason, Leng Wanwan also joked about Beihe, but Beihe smiled and didn't care about it.

After getting along for half a year, I have a deeper understanding of Leng Wanwan Beihe.

This woman is indifferent on the outside, but this is not the case in her heart, indifference is just a disguise for people who are not very familiar, Leng Wanwan has a warm heart. In the past six months, Beihe can sometimes see the moving smile on her face.

"When...... While...... When ......"

On this night, when Beihe was sleeping soundly, a bell rang in his head.

Beihe thought it was a dream, but when the bell came from far and near, and became clearer and clearer, he suddenly woke up. This is the alarm bell of the Arashiyama Sect, and as soon as the alarm bell rings, something big must happen. In the past ten years of the Lanshan Sect, the alarm bell has never sounded.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Beihe still rolled over, put on a gray robe, grabbed a three-foot iron rod, and rushed towards the place where the alarm bell rang.

His residence was quite remote in the Arashiyama Sect, so after a short while, he rushed out of a path and came to a large road above Bluestone Street.

At this time, he looked in the direction of Bluestone Street below, and saw a scene that he will never forget.

I saw that the bluestone street, which should have been quiet in the dead of night, was on fire at this moment, and a group of iron horsemen in silver armor on the street, each holding a torch in his left hand and a weapon in his right hand, rode his horse and galloped wildly, setting fire to a large number of buildings on both sides of the street.

In addition, you can also see the disciples of the Lanshan Sect fleeing in a panic on the streets.

It's just that these disciples of the Lanshan Sect will be pierced through their bodies by spears or crossbow arrows from time to time, and they will fall in a pool of blood one by one. At this moment on Qingshi Street, the shouts of killing and screaming became one.

When he saw the position of the chest of this group of iron horses, a lifelike eagle carved in the chest, Bei He's eyes were cold, these were the elite troops of the Fengguo royal family.