On the second day, there was a forbidden area on Shenlong Island.

This is a huge cave with crisscrossing corridors and a secret room.

In a secret room, two women in white sat cross-legged.

Their bodies were translucent and entangled with true energy, like streams of clear springs tangled with jade bodies. This stream of clear spring looks extremely energetic. Through this ribbon-shaped stream of clear spring, they looked at the two of them with a faint distortion, and they couldn't see them in detail!

It can be seen that the young woman on the left is Xiao Muxue, and the beautiful woman on the right looks like she is not a few years older than Xiao Muxue.

She is Xiao Muxue's master, Xiao Qingyi, the leader of the Dragon Sect.

Her skin is as white as bright jade, her willow eyebrows are hard and green, her eyelids are pink, and her delicate white earlobes are decorated with earrings with sky blue meteor-shaped gemstones, shining!

After a long time, the two of them took back the true energy they emitted.

She opened her beautiful eyes and said calmly: "Muxue, why have you been restless in practicing qigong these days? My old rival is coming. If you haven't practiced this "Divine Needle Book" to the seventh level, how can you beat them!"

"Mingyueru, that bitch, practiced the 'Bingxin Art' for so many years, and he will definitely make a breakthrough when he comes back this time. Mu Xue, if I have any accidents this time, the Dragon Sect will be handed over to you in the future."

"This time, this witch brings a top master. My century-old foundation in the Dragon Sect must not be cut off by my Xiao Qingyi!"

She grabbed the two thread-bound books on the wall, and flew into her hands like wings.

"These are the two secret scripts of this school, the "Divine Needle Book" and the "Dragon Divine Palm". You and the White Dragon Envoy will keep them well in the future. Humph, this time, even if they die together, they will not be able to succeed!"

Xiao Muxue said: "Yes, master."

"Also, you can find time to copy the 'Zhenghong Thirteen Swords' left by the ancestor on the stone wall of the back mountain. It is the strongest sword technique of this sect. No one has yet to practice it. The master invited by Mingyueru this time came to him."

After explaining everything, Xiao Muxue hurriedly left the secret room.

The Dragon Sect was in the Ming Dynasty, and the hero Xiao Jinghong and his beloved wife were also the place where the Ming Dynasty princess Zhu Yiyi lived in seclusion.

Among them, the Dragon Palm is a set of peerless martial arts that was lost in the Southern Song Dynasty; the Divine Needle Book is the highest treasure book learned by Zhu Yiyi from the White Lotus Sect at that time; the Thirteen Swords of Jinghong are a sword technique that Xiao Jinghong occasionally realized and created when he was thirty years old.

The so-called Shenlong Island, Shenlong Sect, is named by his wife from these two unique skills.

"Bright Yueru, after so many years, you are still thinking about this magic needle book. Yes, you are determined to win the secret book of the White Lotus Sect if you want to restore the White Lotus Sect."

Xiao Qingyi sneered, the candlelight on the wall swayed, and her stunning face appeared and disappeared.

The white dragon made Bai Yutang feel proud recently. The leader, who has always been awe, favored him in his words. He also vaguely mentioned that he wanted to pass on his unique Dragon Palm to him. He seemed to be interested in matching him with the saint's good things, which made him feel a little fluttering.

Below the leader of the Dragon Sect is the saint. The saint is the future leader, and he will be the leader's husband in the future. That kind of glory is definitely a kind of glory for him.

Below the saint are four major banner envoys, divided into purple, white, gold, and green. Bai Yutang is in charge of the White Dragon Banner, and is naturally referred to as the White Dragon Envoy.

He was dressed in white and was handsome, and under the four major flags, he was definitely a top-notch handsome man on his face.

The golden dragon made a blonde hair look like a savage who had not evolved completely; the purple dragon made a black and purple robe all day long, and his face was extremely cold, which made people stay away from him; the Qing dragon made a mission to him, and he was not on Shenlong Island at all.

In fact, among the four major martial arts masters, the Qinglong envoy is the most powerful, followed by the Purple Dragon envoy, and the one at the bottom is his White Dragon envoy, but his head is smart and Shenlong Island lacks such talents, so he has also become the Four Major Envoys.

Xiao Muxue was walking on the mountain road and suddenly felt sick. The feeling of disgust became stronger and stronger in the past few days.

"Vomit" She held a bamboo and retching, and gently pressed her lower abdomen with her jade hand.

"Little guy, you're getting more and more troublesome. It seems that you have to find a place to go to seclusion in the future and not be noticed."

All of her happened to be seen by the White Dragon. An evil idea slowly surged into his heart.

In the vast sea, a ship like a flower boat sailed on a calm sea.

On the deck of the flower boat were standing with sword guards dressed in Sillas, each with a "pot lid" on his head, and a string of beads hung on the "pot lid" to surround his chin.

In a pink gauze tent, a Silla woman was still tasting tea. Looking through the pink gauze tent, you can see the beauty of the woman's country and many poems written by men on her low table.

The font is beautiful and the ink scars are not dry. I think it is a poem she just wrote.

Suddenly she heard a sound, frowned, and when she looked back, she didn't know when two wet people appeared out of thin air in her private cabin. Judging from her outfit, she was from the Qing Dynasty.

When she discovered Durum Qizhen, Durum Qizhen also found her, but the woman did not shout, but looked at them with wide eyes, looking at them in confusion.

Dulun Qizhen clenched his fists, and his true energy surged. As long as the Silla woman shouted, he would punch him.

He wandered in the sea for a day, and in order to save Gulun Lanxin, he consumed a lot of physical strength and true energy. If the Silla guards outside the ship rushed forward, they would die by themselves. What should Sister Lanxin, who finally escaped from the sky, do?

The Silla woman smiled at Durum Qizhen. Her smile was like a person who was bathed in the spring breeze, and Durum Qizhen's tight fists gradually relaxed.

Then the Silla woman slowly approached them.

Her lotus steps slightly moved, her eyes slowly approached Gulun Lanxin with a smile.

Dulun Qizhen unconsciously clenched his fists again.

The Silla woman slowly squatted down and began to open Gulun Lanxin's eyelids with one hand.

Then he took her pulse and Dulun Qizhen slowly relaxed. The fatigue of being in the sea overnight had completely overdrawn his strength.

If it weren't for the extraordinary perseverance, he would have long become a floating corpse on the sea!

At this moment, he could no longer control his instinctive fatigue, his eyes were blurred and he fainted.

Before he fainted, he saw the stunning Silla man holding a silver needle in his hand and pricking Guren Lanxin's fingertips.

Then tiredness surged like a tide, and I was instantly submerged and fainted.

The Silla woman watched him faint and showed a slight unsolvable smile.

After a while, Gulun Lanxin gradually woke up, and when she saw the Silla woman in front of her in a daze, she fainted again.

Then the Silla woman slowly carried the two of them into her gauze tent, and she herself began to look through the medical books she brought to the cabin closet.

Sometimes she frowned slightly, sometimes she showed a puzzled expression, sometimes she suddenly realized her enlightenment, and sometimes she nodded frequently.
Chapter completed!