Chapter 216: [Dragon Mountain] Fallen into Slavery

The vast Dragon Mountain is at peace, the blood vines have disappeared, and the bodies manipulated by Zhenlong's pawns have sunk into the depths of the earth. Nangong Changying's final decree to the dragon spirits is a death sentence that cannot be reversed, even by his descendants.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, shining on the wreckage.

Nangong Si's cloud-piercing bow was dulled by the loss of Nangong Changying's spiritual power after he had shot his last arrow, and eventually sank. He dripped blood onto the ground, and almost as soon as the boundary was released, Ye Wangxi ran over to him and knelt beside him: "Don't move, don't move." Her voice was trembling, "I will heal you."

"Forget it, I could have been alive and well, but with your treatment, I'll probably have to go see Master Tai." Nangong Si coughed softly and pushed Ye Wangxi away, his dark eyes looking at Jiang Xi, "Master Jiang, I'm still at your mercy."

Jiang Xi nodded and said, "I'll do it."

He is the Lord of Drug Clan, and his willingness to give a helping hand is beyond the reach of others.

Jiang Xi's jade-white fingertips rest on Nangong Si's wrist, and almost as soon as they touch, his pupils narrow slightly, and then, without a word, he and Nangong Si stare at each other.

He could clearly feel that Nangong Si's spirit core had been shattered. From then on, it was no different from an ordinary person, no longer able to cast spells or use spiritual power.

Nangong Si himself could not have been unaware of this, but Ye Wangxi was with him, so he looked at Jiang Xi and shook his head imperceptibly.

"How's it going, Master Jiang, Si? How's he doing?"

""

Jiang Xi withdrew his hand in silence, then took a light-red porcelain vase from his Qiankun pouch and handed it to Ye Wangxi: "There is no serious injury. The wounds you sustained are not critical, so you can rest assured. Take this powder and put it on the affected area every day, and it will heal in ten days at most."

After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he put his spiritual energy into his fingers, and then he nudged several acupuncture points on Nangong Si's body, finally covering the sword wound with his palm. When he had finished, Jiang Xi got up and said to the others, "We should not stay here for long, for fear that something might happen.

He turned to leave, but behind him Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si's conversation continued to fall on deaf ears.

He heard Nangong Si whisper to Ye Wangxi, "I told you it's okay, you'll be fine in a few days, why are you still crying?

Jiang Xi closes his eyes.

He thought of the words that Nangong Si had spoken to him when he thought his life was at stake inside the boundary. With a sigh, he led the way up the long white jade steps leading to the heavenly palace of the clan.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, there are three more barriers to cross, all of which must be anointed with the blood of the Nangong family. But Nangong Si doesn't need to cut his finger to drip blood, he is already so wounded that a little bit of it will dispel the barrier.

It went upwards without further obstruction.

As Nangong Si smears blood over the dragon's eyes, the last of the heavy stone gates sink slowly and solemnly into the ground, revealing the heavenly palace at the top of Dragon Mountain.

There was a dense forest outside the palace gates, and they were standing outside the forest at the moment, and through the colourful flowers and vines and the murmuring water, they could see a long Tongtian staircase going upwards, with 9,990 steps, so high that the ancestral palace at the top seemed to be lying in the clouds, and only a misty shadow could be seen, emitting a glowing light under the moonlight, like The palace is like a palace in the sky or a palace in the sky.

Almost everyone who saw the ancestral hall at first glance was struck by its magnificence and the miraculous work of art, before feelings of anger, jealousy, greed and covetousness came over them.

The most speechless of these is the Master of the Horse.

He slapped his forehead and wailed, "My God, such long steps, and you can't use a sword on Dragon Mountain, how long do you have to walk with your feet?"

Huang Xiaoyue laughed and said, "I don't mean any harm, I'm just joking. In my opinion, there is no need for Nangong Changying to ascend to heaven.

Suddenly I heard someone say coldly, " The Confucianism School's Palace of Sacrifice was built by Nangong Changying, the third head of the school, and completed by Nangong Changying, the fifth head of the school, after two generations. This heavenly palace has nothing to do with Nangong Changying."

Huang Xiaoyue :""

When he looked back, he was confronted by the chilling face of Chu Wanning, who was almost at the end of his tether, and with a little more fire, the old days of Butterfly Town's smacking.

Chu Wanning said icily, "Like Senator Wong, I have no ill will to advise that it is best to learn to be careful with one's words before one reads the book thoroughly."

Huang Xiaoyue, who always wants to save face, was embarrassed by Chu Wanning's unforgiving comment in front of all his juniors, and was about to say something in retaliation when he heard Jiang Xi say, "Huang Xiaoyue, how can you joke about the reputation of the Nangong immortal? "

Jiang Xi spoke, his position and status were self-evident. Huang Xiaoyue was as pale as dirt for a moment, but he still laughed dryly and calmly: "Why do you take it seriously, Master Jiang, I've already said I don't harbour any ill will"

"Am I to condone your malice because you say you don't harbour it?" Jiang Xi rolled his eyes coldly and looked askance at Huang Xiaoyue, who didn't even want to give him a straight look, "Am I to put up with your ignorance because you're senile? "

"Master Chu is a master, but in the end, he only has skills, not real power. But Jiang Xi is different. Nowadays, when Lonely Moonlit coughs, the Xianxia sector trembles.

Jiang Xi flicked his sleeve and coldly entered the woods, heading for the long steps at the end of the woods. The rest of the sects glanced at Huang Xiaoyue with either contempt or sympathy, but of course there were those who ignored him completely and followed him away. Mo Ran would have laughed out loud.

They walked through the forest, but within a few steps Nangong Si let out a "hmm".

Jiang Xi asks, "What's wrong?"

"Orange trees" Nangong Si looks around and sees orange trees everywhere, with white orange blossoms, "How can it be orange trees? They were originally planted here, they are all dragon lady spirit trees."

"Look over there," he said, and suddenly a sharp-eyed young cultivator pointed to a distant spring and whispered, "there's a man there."

The crowd followed his finger and saw a man sitting with his back to them, beneath a leafy orange tree beside a tinkling mountain spring, pounding away at something.

Xue Zhengyong frowned, "Is it a man or a ghost?"

Mo Ran said, "I'll go and see."

His lightness of touch was so good that he swept past in a flash, lightly and silently concealing himself in the nearby woods, before cautiously circling around to the side.

He was stunned.

For he saw the man's face clearly.

That was Nangong Si's father, the last head of the School of Confucianism.

Nan Gongliu .

What's going on? Nan Gongliu was fed the fruit of torture and should have died after 365 days of torture, but why is he sitting next to a clear spring with his skin intact and in a good mood?

Washing a basket of oranges

The clear spring ripples and the silvery moon shines in it, shining on Nan Gongliu's face as he hums a little tune with an almost dreamlike look, draining the washed oranges one by one and putting them in the basket next to him.

"It is best to be young and weak, to have light hooves and fast horses, to see all the flowers in the sky."

Nan Gongliu hums softly, his sleeves rolled up high, both arms submerged in fresh water, arms intact and without the mottled scars that would be expected of someone who had swallowed the fruit of torture.

He could clearly sense that something was wrong with Nan Gongliu, a man who had obviously been made into a Zhenlong chess piece, and unlike the corpses in the mound, Nan Gongliu had apparently retained a large part of his consciousness.

"Well."

When Xue Zhengyong saw that Mo Ran was soon to return, he immediately asked anxiously.

Mo Ran first glanced at Nangong Si and then whispered, "It's Nan Gongliu."

There were many people present who had enemies with Nan Gongliu, and on the spot a monk drew his sword: "That beast I'll go and kill him now"

Nangong Si, his eyes dull and his face burnt grey, hung his head in a sullen voice: ""

Mo Ran said, "Something is fishy, this Nan Gongliu is obviously also controlled by the Zhenlong game, but the strange thing is that he doesn't have any scar on his body from having swallowed the lingzhi fruit, I think it's better not to alarm him."

Chu Wanning ponders and asks, "Can the effects of the lingering fruit be removed?"

Lonely Moonlit was the best at this kind of problem, and the Sage of Cold Scales said, "It's possible, but it's just more of a hassle. I don't think Xu Shuanglin would make any sense at all to stuff him with a lingering fruit and then go to the trouble of helping him undo the fruit's curse."

Jiang Xi said, "Anyway, Nan Gongliu is here and Xu Shuanglin should be in the temple palace, so we haven't made another trip for nothing this time."

Jiang Xi turned his head and the others followed his gaze to see the former head of the Confucianism School coming out of the woods with a basket full of oranges on his back, a mango stick in his hand, tapping the ground with a brisk gait. When he got closer, he could see that he had a big smile on his face.

Nangong Si had made up his mind not to look, but in the end he couldn't resist. He looked up at his father and his eyelashes were shaking like fluttering in the wind.

He didn't know, he tried to look away, but the figure was like a fishhook, hooked and impossible to let go.

At this moment, someone who could not hold back his emotions suddenly shouted out, " Nan Gongliu, today I will make you pay in blood"

With a whoosh, the feathered arrow left the string and went straight for the back of Nan Gongliu's head.

It was too late for the others to stop it, but fortunately the man's bow was not very good and missed a little, and the long, whistling arrow went straight into the basket behind Nan Gongliu, piercing several of the round oranges.

There were a lot of people cursing in their hearts, that's the bad thing about having a lot of people, there were always a few fools who stirred up trouble, but at the moment it was pointless to wonder which one of them had fired the arrow, what mattered was that Nan Gongliu had sensed their presence and slowly turned his head around.

Seeing so many people standing among the hills and forests, Nan Gongliu froze for a moment and then came towards them, his face still with that vapid colour.

The closer he came, the more many monks had already flashed their swords at their waists by several inches, and a pair of eyes were waiting for him with extreme caution. Nan Gongliu seemed to finally feel some pressure under these thousands of gazes, and he stopped somewhat sluggishly and stood still among the shadows of the swaying trees.

"Gentlemen."

As soon as he spoke, the dead silence was broken and at once dozens of people did not hold back and subconsciously stepped forward, a few even sheathed their entire swords.

Nan Gongliu suddenly smiled, a smile that was familiar to all of us at the front of the array, the same fawning, warm smile that Nan Gongliu used to give to everyone.

Snow Walk Palace Palace Master was stunned: "This"

A few of the sect leaders looked at each other, all feeling that this chess piece was too bizarre, not knowing what medicine was being sold in the gourd, and at that moment, they saw Nan Gongliu dusting off his left and right sleeves, rolling them all down, and then actually kneeling on both knees, kowtowing to the hundreds of cultivators with a respectful bow.

"Ah ah, my servant Nan Gongliu, this is my salutation, you have come a long way, sorry to welcome you, sorry to welcome you"

As he kowtowed, most of the oranges in the basket behind him rolled out in a bone-shaking motion, spilling all around.

After kowtowing, Nan Gongliu knelt on the ground again and unashamedly put down his basket to collect the oranges, and under the dumbfounded gaze of the crowd, put the oranges back in order and then rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Gentlemen, are you going to see His Majesty?"

Your Majesty

Mo Ran instantly got goosebumps, after nearly ten years of being addressed in this way, and when he heard the word 'Your Majesty', he still felt habitually addressed to himself.

Xue Zhengyong even let out a bitter laugh, but no one could answer the question for a while.

When Nan Gongliu saw that everyone was ignoring him, he scratched his head in confusion and asked cautiously, "Hey, all of you distinguished guests, are you going to see His Majesty?"

Jiang Xi :""

Nan Gongliu was slightly discouraged, but repeated the question, "Your distinguished guests, are you going to see His Majesty?"

""

"Gentlemen."

Mo Ran asked him without moving a muscle, "Who is His Majesty?"

"His Majesty is His Majesty." Nan Gongliu looked happy to see that someone was finally paying attention to him and said, "If you want to see His Majesty, you have to go all the way up, but he's very busy and doesn't always have time for you, he has important matters to take care of."

Xue Zhengyong finally couldn't hold it in, forgiving such a saber-rattling atmosphere, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "The world's great matters haha, what world's great matters governing a mountain of dead people, playing chess pieces with themselves, playing with a puppet on a string, this is also called the world's great matters hahahahaha Xu Shuanglin this person, he is also too, too amusing. "

Mo Ran, on the other hand, had an uneasy shade looming between his brows as he then asked, "Meaning he's in the Palace of Heaven at the moment, busy as he is, but we can go and see him, right"

"Yes." Nan Gongliu said, "Of course you can go and see him, but if he is closed, just wait in the city, his Majesty will come out when he is finished. I have to go up there, I've run out of oranges again, so I have to make up for it or His Majesty will be angry."

With that, he went on his way, leaving the crowd to stare at each other.

"What to do"

"Going up?"

"Could there be a scam?"

But Mo Ran had already swept up ahead of him, and with his swift stride he soon left Nan Gongliu, who was waddling up the hill alone carrying an orange, behind him and the crowd.

Standing in front of the main gate, he tilted his head and realised just how magnificent the palace was. On the left side of the gate was a dragon swallowing the sun and on the right side was a fire phoenix spitting the moon, the sun and the moon shining together in a glorious way. The beams and rafters of the palace are hung with a thousand-leaf lamp of bronze and whale oil, which remains lit for ten thousand years.

Mo Ran had expected the door to be extremely heavy and difficult to open, but when his fingers touched the door, with a light touch, with a thunderous muffled sound, the dragon Heavenly Gate slowly retracted inwards without him using any more strength

And the moment he saw the front hall of the Heavenly Palace, Mo Ran's whole body shook in place.

What a treacherous sight this is!