Chapter 222: [Dragon Mountain] The Frightening Change

Xue Meng stood frozen in place for a few moments before he suddenly realised his strength and turned to Mei Hanxue, saying angrily: "Dog, who are you calling stupid?"

Xue Zhengyong pulls him in: " Xue Meng "

"This man called me stupid."

"Okay, okay, you heard wrong, Hensetsu didn't say anything."

"That's because he whispered it in my ear."

While there was a lot of noise, Jiang Xi was taking stock of the wounded and checking the situation. The result was that Jiang Xi told everyone to rest where they were, healing their wounds and meditating where they could. The most fierce fighters had been depleted, as the bow had not yet been drawn and the arrowheads had been dulled, so if there were any more surprises, they would not be able to cope.

After giving these orders, Jiang Xi walked over to Nangong Si: " Nangong, I have something to ask you."

"Please speak, Master Jiang."

Jiang Xi did not say anything, but looked at Ye Wangxi first.

Nangong Si said, "She doesn't have to recuse herself."

"It's better to avoid it." Jiang Xi said, his gaze dropping, resting on Nangong Si's heart, the location of his spiritual core.

After Ye Wangxi has left, Jiang Xi sits down next to Nangong Si.

"What about your spirit core that you intend to keep hidden?"

Nangong Si's eyes dimmed for a moment, "I don't know what to tell her yet."

"You're afraid she'll resent you for it but you're over thinking it, Aunt Ye mother is not"

"No." Nangong Si interrupted Jiang Xi, "I'm not afraid she'll dislike me. I'm just afraid she'll be sad."

"" Jiang Xi was silent for a moment, seemingly pricked by the inexplicable arrogance in Nangong Si's bones, and he snorted, "You're really confident."

"Master Jiang is wrong. I am not confident, I believe in her."

Jiang Xi heard his tone of voice was quite strong, so he said lightly, "You are now a tiger in the sun, but you still talk to me in such a tone, are you not afraid that I will find you in trouble in the future"

"You wouldn't."

Jiang Xi paused: "This is faith in me"

"Along the way, I've learned what kind of person Master Kang is." Nangong Si said, "That's why I said those words to you before when I thought my life was going to be cut short."

"" Jiang Xi had been staring at Nangong Si until he brought it up and he turned his gaze away, "Do those words still ring true now that you are alive?"

"It is done." Nangong Si said, "When I have defeated Xu Shuanglin, I will make it clear to the people."

Jiang Xi was silent, and only after a while did he say, "Nangong Si, I regret that I could not see the Confucianism School flourish in your hands, otherwise it would have been a worthy opponent."

Nangong Si replied calmly, but also with a vague sense of his pride: "The Master is still wrong in his words. The best of the School of Confucianism I have been fortunate enough to learn."

It is not often that Jiang Xi does not refute someone, or that he does not sneer, or that he admires or agrees with them. But he didn't try to deny Nangong Si's words for a long time, and finally he said, "Enough about that, let me ask you something more important."

"I know what the Master is asking." Nangong Si stroked the Nao Baijin lying in his arrow pouch, the demon wolf wounded and bleeding from a scuffed patch of fur on his forehead, "but why Dragon Mountain would suddenly lose control and go against Master Tai's wishes is beyond my knowledge. I don't think it's possible either."

Jiang Xi said, "There's no trace of it. Think again.

Nangong Si shakes his head, "No. The Nangong family has known for generations that this Dragon Mountain obeys the orders of the family sons, but the first in line must be the Changying ancestors."

"Absolutely no one else."

"Absolutely not. The first master the soul of the dragon recognized was Master Tai, and it will never change."

Jiang Xi's eyes clouded over, his face becoming more and more hostile as he reached an impasse: " How on earth did Xu Shuanglin do that?"

"I don't understand either." Jiang Xi thought he had thought of something and turned his head to look at him, only to find him staring straight at someone in the distance.

Nangong Si had been trying not to look at his father, who had been made into a pawn, but when he touched him, his expression immediately and uncontrollably became extremely painful. Jiang Xi is actually as old as Xu Shuanglin and Xue Zhengyong, but he still looks young and handsome because of his different training. But this had nothing to do with his state of mind, which in fact had not been so youthful for a long time, and he looked at Nangong Si and for a moment felt intolerant, saying, "Don't look."

""

"Stop looking."

It seemed to take all the strength left in Nangong Si to tear his gaze away from his father. His shoulders seem to tremble slightly as he drops his eyes, and finally he buries his face in his palms, but cannot hide the choke in his voice.

He muttered hoarsely, trying to stagger the conversation, "I can't figure out how Xu Shuanglin did it either, that's a demon dragon tamed by Master Tai"

The shoulders, however, trembled more and more.

Jiang Xi remained rigid, his face always very blank, but he finally reached out and patted Nangong Si's shoulder. He seemed to want to comfort Nangong Si, but he had never done so before, so he finally said dryly, "It doesn't matter, everyone has their own fate. Look at me.

After saying this Nangong Si of course ignored him and he himself felt so dry that saying it seemed worse than not saying it at all.

Jiang Xi got up, slightly embarrassed, "I'm going to look elsewhere, you rest for a while, then it's time to move on."

""

"By the way, what's up ahead?"

Nangong Si muffled: " The dragon soul pool."

"What's it for?"

"That is the blood pool where the spirit of the evil dragon is worshipped," Nangong Si said. Nangong Si said, "The spirit of the evil dragon sleeps in the pool, and every year the people of the School of Confucianism worship it."

Jiang Xi frowned a little at that, and finally he said, "Let's hope there's nothing more going on over there."

The crowd rested in this front hall for a little over half an hour, and the wounded and those who had lost too much spiritual energy were gradually recovering with the help of the healing cultivators.

Jiang Xi looked left and right at the two extremes of 'good' and 'evil' made by Xu Shuanglin, and his brow furrowed.

What would Xu Shuanglin do with such a completely useless thing for show?

It seems that Xu Shuanglin has made himself the emperor and these puppets of Zhenlong, who are divided into black and white, good and evil, his subjects

He walks around and finally comes to Nan Gongliu, who is sitting on top of his bamboo basket, slowly peeling oranges.

Jiang Xi paused for a moment, then suddenly leaned over and asked, undeterred, what he had already asked him before: "Can you take us to His Majesty's place"

Nan Gongliu still had the same answer as before: "His Majesty has His Majesty's business to attend to, how can he just say he will see"

"" Jiang Xi flicked his sleeve and said unhappily, "Not a bit of use, a waste puss is a waste puss, whether alive or made into a pawn."

Nan Gongliu, scolded by him, shrank back and hugged his orange basket with a cowardly look.

He cried so loudly that he drew the eyes of the people around him.

Chu Wanning was almost done meditating by this time, and he frowned: "This Nan Gongliu is so strange."

Mo Ran asks, "What"

"I can't say." Chu Wanning said, "I feel like this person is Nan Gongliu, but it just doesn't feel right, like it's not the Nan Gongliu I know."

Mo Ran is staring over there, and Jiang Xi is glaring at Nan Gongliu with a grimace, while Nan Gongliu is huffing and puffing and occasionally rubbing her eyes with both hands in frustration.

"" Mo Ran looked at his behaviour and it really didn't feel right, it was so out of place, like seeing a child with a middle-aged head, it gave him goose bumps. Suddenly, Mo Ran froze for a moment and muttered, "A child."

"What."

Mo Ran turned his head abruptly and asked, "Master, do you think he looks like a child? A small child."

When he said this, Chu Wanning looked again and there it was.

Although Nan Gongliu is still in her forties, her every move reveals a demented naivety.

Chu Wanning murmured, "Could Xu Shuanglin have done something to him to make him retain his divine memory, only until he was five or six years old"

Mo Ran said, "Wait, Master, I'll try."

"How will you try?"

Without answering, Mo Ran walked over to Nan Gongliu in full view of everyone, picked up an orange and handed it to him, saying tentatively, "Don't cry, eat an orange."

"I don't eat it, I've already eaten it, it's an offering to His Majesty."

Mo Ran then put the oranges back in the basket and asked, "Who is His Majesty?"

Jiang Xi said, "What's the use of that phrase I didn't interrogate him a long time ago."

Sure enough, Nan Gongliu said, "His Majesty is His Majesty, who else could it be?"

Mo Ran was not discouraged, but went on to ask him a second question, "Well, His Majesty is His Majesty, and if you are so loyal and understanding, His Majesty will be very happy when he finds out. By the way, I have been asking you about His Majesty, but I haven't asked you yet, little brother, what is your name?"

Huang Xiaoyue, looking on impatiently, sneered twice and was about to say something when Jiang Xi stopped him, shaking his head. He too had a vague sense that something was wrong.

Nan Gongliu, who was holding a basket of oranges, looked at Mo Ran for a moment before saying, somewhat timidly, "My name is Nan Gongliu."

Mo Ran smilingly stroked Nan Gongliu's head and asked, without moving, "Meet me, I'm Mo Ran, I'm twenty-two years old, and you are"

"I'm, I'm five years old."

""

For a moment, there was silence.

Nan Gongliu's reply was not loud, but everyone around him was quietly looking at the place, so his fearful "I am five years old" sounded like a thunderclap in the hall.

Almost everyone was stunned.

If the situation hadn't been so tense, I'm afraid many in the room would have laughed so hard they would have had tears in their eyes five years old and five years old

Three years ago, when they were asked to believe that the head of the world's most powerful sect would be cowering next to a basket of oranges, muttering, "I'm five years old," these people would probably have preferred to believe that a sow will grow on a tree.

But Nan Gongliu did say this sentence clearly at the moment, and the group was dumbfounded, frozen in place, you looking at me, I looking at you, not knowing what the hell was going on.

Jiang Xi stepped forward and asked in a stern voice, "What do you do in this palace every day?"

Nan Gongliu hastily retreated behind Mo Ran and tugged on his sleeve, "Big brother, I don't want to talk to him, this uncle is so mean."

Jiang Xi :""

Nan Gongliu is older than he is and he never dreamed that one day Nan Gongliu would call him uncle.

Mo Ran was a bit overwhelmed, if it had been a five year old child he would have been fine with it, but it was a man with creases at the end of his eyes who was holding him back. The corners of Mo Ran's mouth twitched and he coughed twice in relief, "Don't worry about him, let me ask you what you do in the palace every day."

Jiang Xi's eyes were wide and he admired Mo Ran a bit.

"I pick oranges every day, wash them, and carry them on my back to His Majesty when he comes out to eat them." Nan Gongliu said, "His Majesty loves oranges, he can eat a whole basket of them a day. The trees at the foot of the mountain were all flowering but not fruit bearing, but His Majesty said they were not interesting, so they were replaced by orange trees, and I think they are good too, the fruit is sweet."

He rambled on and on, suddenly his eyes were a little bleak: "Unfortunately, His Majesty is not always well these days, and even after picking a basket, he can only eat half of it"

Jiang Xi seized the key: "His Majesty has not been well lately."

Nan Gongliu, who was very vindictive, said with a grimace and a puff of her cheeks, "Nasty, I'm not talking to you."

Jiang Xi held back for a moment, but couldn't hold back and quickly turned his head and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Huang Xiaoyue asked with concern, "What is wrong with Master Jiang?"

"Don't talk to me." Jiang Xi frowned in disgust and refused to look at the deflated giant child Nan Gongliu crouched over there any longer, "I'm a bit fucking sick."

Mo Ran said, "Why is His Majesty not well?"

"He is always coughing and coughing up blood, and he is so skinny and refuses to eat. If he is no longer here, what should I do? There will be no one to play with me, talk to me and feed me oranges."

"And he he fed you oranges."

But as we saw in the Confucianism School last time, the blood feud between Nan Gongliu and Xu Shuanglin was so deep that it was a miracle that Xu Shuanglin didn't continue to kill his brother with a slice of lingzhi fruit.

Imagine it all.

Jiang Xi, on the other hand, is lost in thought: "The body is rotten in many places."

Xue Zhengyong said, "It sounds like a backlash from the Zhenlong game."

Mo Ran is also well aware of this. The Zhenlong Game of Chess, one of the three forbidden arts, will begin to fester if the practitioner does not have enough spiritual power to manipulate the pieces too many times.

In his previous life, when he first started to cultivate, he had also rotted his toe, starting with it. Later, when he became the Fairy Tramper Emperor, his spiritual power was so abundant that he was able to control thousands of horses and armies without the Euthanasia Formation, but the necrotic little toe on his left foot could never be restored.

Mo Ran can't help but feel strange.

The zombies outside are obviously manipulated by the Formation of Communion, but only the corpses that can move freely inside this hall are completely controlled by Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power.

If Xu Shuanglin couldn't support so many pieces, why did he do what he did for more than he lost?

Trapped here, Jiang Xi said, "Let's move on."

The door to the Pool of the Dragon Soul also required a bracket machine to open, but this bracket machine was not destroyed, and when it was activated, the back door of the front hall, inlaid with the seven-star spell formation, immediately rumbled with a muffled sound, and the stone door retracted into the wall, revealing the middle hall of the Confucianism School Ancestral Palace of Heaven in front of the crowd.

It was a hexagonal chamber with cold, damp walls and a thick relief of a tenglong at the top of the sky, its sinews and bones clearly defined and its eyes open in anger.

In the centre of the nave is a pool tumbling with blood-red froth that is steaming out.

Nangong Si said, "This is the pool of the dragon's soul, the demon dragon's spirit is sealed in this pool of blood."

When someone tried to get closer to take a closer look, Nangong Si said, "Don't look too much, this pool is very evil, if you stare at it for too long, your mind will be disoriented, let's go."

The group was led by Nangong Si past the pool of blood in turn, and they entered the cloister behind the nave, where, although it was dark and without any reference, Mo Ran could feel that they were walking uphill all the way.

The walk lasted about an incense burner, and then Nan Gongliu stopped in front of a door narrower than the one before him, but decorated with jewels and ornaments.

"After this door opens, go a little further and there is the exit of the canal." Nangong Si said, "After the exit is the last part of the Heavenly Palace, called the beckoning platform, and Xu Shuanglin should be on the beckoning platform."

Huang Xiaoyue suddenly asked: " Confucianism School The Palace of Heaven has only a few places to go, the Temple of the Dragon, the Pool of Blood, and the Terrace of the Invocation".

"Nice."

"Aren't there any secret rooms," he almost said in a moment of impatience, but luckily reacted in time, "I mean, Xu Shuanglin could be in a secret room too."

Nangong Si gave him a long, meaningful look, a look that made Huang Xiaoyue feel a little uneasy. At last Nangong Si said, "Let's go to the soul-searching platform and see what happens first."

To open this final door, the blood of the Nangong family is again required, and Nangong Si smears his own blood on the dragon's eye of the stone door, the mechanism on the door clicks and rotates, and then a sigh is heard.

Huang Xiaoyue creeped out: "Who's talking?"

Then he pointed at Nangong Si and said, "You're not trying to trick me, are you?"

Nangong Si said indifferently, "If Daoist Master Huang does not trust me, it is not too late to go out and sit in the Great Hall and wait."

Of course Huang Xiaoyue refused to go in, but he kept an eye out before he did so, and he found that all the important doors required the blood of the Nangong family to open. So Huang Xiaoyue wiped his hand over the dragon's eye before entering and secretly dipped it in Nangong Si's blood.

Suddenly, a hollow, silent voice rang out in the dark tunnel

"Who is it that comes, who is it?"

Huang Xiaoyue was so startled that he almost jumped to his feet as others looked to the right and left, and Nangong Si said, "This is the seventh generation of the Confucianism School, Nangong Si."

"Wang Li greets his master"

The voice slowly uttered these words before returning to nothing.

"Wang Li is the name of that demon dragon." Nangong Si said to Jiang Xi, "Master Jiang, please."

Jiang Xi looked ahead and saw a white light coming from the tunnel, about a hundred feet away.

"Wang Li, welcome master"

"What's going on with this dragon," Jiang Xi frowned, "it says the same thing twice."

But Nangong Si's face had already changed and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the beckoning platform, where the light suddenly flickered slightly and before he had time to see it, he heard a hissing and spitting sound in his ears, followed by a flood of light from the sky.

Nangong Si's pupils closed suddenly and he bellowed sternly, "Run!"