"Who dares to break into the valley!" An angry voice came from the quiet valley mouth, and a woman appeared in front of everyone with a purple scarf, if Bai Luofeng was still awake, it was inevitable that she would have to think about how "Xiankuilu" described her face in her mind. The woman's eyebrows frowned, looking at the crumbling Nalan Folding, and wanted to step forward several times, but the red lips under the gauze scarf bit and took her mind back.

"Lord of the valley. Chuntang heard the voice and immediately turned around to salute.

"You hate me so much?" The woman stood and looked directly at Nalan Folding, there was no room for anything else in her field of vision, and her tearful eyes on the scarf were like the moon hidden in the flowing clouds.

"Nope. Nalan Folded Wind responded very briefly.

The woman seemed to be enraged by these simple words, and finally glanced at the others, and when she saw the half-dead Bai Luofeng on Jiekong's back, her original sad gaze turned into hatred: "What are you bringing him here? ”

"I brought them here. As soon as the monk saw this woman, the complaint on his lips choked back into his stomach, and now he finally asked the other party, but he just wanted to reply but was snatched away by Nalan Zhifeng.

"You!" the woman froze, so embarrassed that she really didn't know what to say.

"Zilian, after so many years, you don't believe me, that matter really has nothing to do with the two of them. I don't know if it's because of weakness or helplessness, Nalan Zhifeng finally eased his tone and exhaled the woman's name - Ji Zilian, the valley master of Wanhua Valley, which contains almost all the spiritual flowers and divine grasses in the world today, it is recorded in "Xiankui Lu": When she fades the veil, even if all the flowers bloom in the Wanhua Valley, they will all fade away. It's a pity that the beauty is rare to meet, and no one has ever been able to see the style, but just one piece of purple yarn has been sought after by many heroes in the rivers and lakes.

Ji Zilian was called by Nalan Zhenfeng, and her anger retreated by three points, and when she heard that she was defending the wicked person, her delicate body trembled with anger.

"Don't get excited. Cao Yangming, who was originally silent on the side, finally spoke, not because he didn't want to, but really couldn't help it: most of the people who came to Wanhua Valley were people who sought medicinal materials to resurrect the dead, who were not groveling and soft. I'm afraid that only Nalan Zhifeng dares to speak like this in the whole world, and if he changes to others, he is a great supernatural power, and he dares to say a word of disrespect, and the countless guardian disciples in the valley are not vegetarians.

"In my opinion, the wind is highly poisoned, and it will be difficult to get rid of it for a while, so please let the other two enter the valley in front of me. ”

Nalan Zhifeng seemed exhausted, and fell to his knees, clutching his chest, panting hard. Cao Yangming walked over and reminded Ji Zilian while patting his back to help smooth his breath.

The woman looked at the more and more uncomfortable Nalan Folding, clenched her fists and struggled for a long time, snorted hatefully and turned her head to leave, and before she took two steps, her head seemed to turn around and ordered the helpless girl behind her: "Chuntang, take him to the medicine hall to detoxify immediately, and as for the other three people, don't pay attention to the random arrangement of a side room." ”

Nalan Zhifeng wanted to say something more, but Cao Yangming, who was beside him, had already helped him up and handed him over to Chuntang, and whispered when he passed by his ear: "You must not say too much to annoy her, Bai Luofeng's matter will be handled by me." ”

In the medicine hall of Wanhua Valley, Nalan was soaked in the medicine barrel, the hot water mist filled the air, the people in the bucket sweated like rain, but the complexion gradually improved, the dripping sweat was steamed into water vapor as soon as it touched the water surface, and the bath water that was originally dyed dark green by the herbs gradually became clear, and the two medicine boys behind him measured the water temperature with their hands after a while, and poured the herbs again after feeling that it was appropriate.

Nalan Zhifeng felt that his spirit was slowly recovering clearly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he called the medicine boy who was busy with green to ask Bai Luofeng and the others how they were doing.

"The valley lord said that if the young master asks Bai Luofeng about them again, he will drive them out. Ji Zilian, who had been standing outside the door waiting for Nalan Zhifeng to wake up, had already guessed his thoughts, and after listening to the conversation between Nalan Zhifeng and the medicine boy, she quietly left as if she had a bad breath.

Ji Zilian has her own calculations, Nalan Fold's injury can't be delayed, although it can be healed by himself after Nalan Fold's recovery in a few days, but it will leave a mark more or less over time, so she is willing to let Bai Luofeng go for Nalan in the final analysis, for Bai Luofeng has no heart to treat from the beginning, that person must pay the price for harming Nalan Fold!

"Gu Master, Mr. Cao asks to see. A disciple entered the side hall.

"Nope!"

Mr. Cao said that he knew that the valley owner would not see him, but if the valley owner wanted to know the truth about the matter, he would have to see him. ”

A hurricane centered on Ji Zilian, with a pungent fragrance of flowers, swept all the neatly arranged tables and chairs in the side hall together. If it weren't for the disciple who heard Ji Zilian's tone wrong, I am afraid that he would have been thrown out at this moment.

"The truth, the truth is that the wicked man caused the wind to become blind!" In the storm, this woman, who was crowned as a peerless beauty by the people of the world, scolded so sharply for the first time, and her angry face actually frightened the male disciple so much that he did not dare to raise his head.

"The reason why Nalan Zhifeng is blind is not because of Bai Luofeng, it's because of you!" At the gate of the side hall, a green shirt ignored the killing intent in the hall and walked straight towards Ji Zilian.

"You go down first, I have something to talk to your valley master. Cao Yangming's sleeve robe waved, and the disciple who was originally unable to move due to the killing machine was relieved, but he still didn't dare to get up.

"Let's go down. The moment Cao Yangming stepped into the side hall, this place seemed to be infected by his aura and calmed down, and Ji Zilian, who was out of control, immediately regained his senses and asked the disciple to retreat.

"Nalan Zhifeng's eyes were indeed injured by Bai Luofeng, but it was a last resort!" Ji Zilian wanted to see the panic caused by the lie in Cao Yangming's eyes, but what she was waiting for was another unexpected sentence.

"Hey, there should be no blind sword in the world, but in the end, he practiced ruthless frost, maybe that's why the four of us can come together......" Cao Yangming's wise eyes slowly blurred, and a long sigh seemed to sweep away the unspeakable hidden in his heart.

Ji Zilian stared at the man in front of her, who was called the most confusing man in the world, and it could also be said that it was one of Nalan Zhifeng's best friends - the four of them used to have the glory of fame and fortune, but everything came to an abrupt end like Nan Ke's dream.

The four names of "Extinct Falling Snow", "Traceless Ink", "Shura Evil Buddha", and "Heavenly Calculation Holy Hand" all left the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers from Nalan Zhifeng, and the day when they lost their eyes seemed to be settled, and gradually parted ways and disappeared from everyone's sight.

(ps: Tomorrow's assessment, recently rushed to sign a contract, I hope you can support the collection more, the foreplay has been played, and the next chapter will begin to let us see what kind of bitter past these four people have become the buried past of the Jianghu people.) ）