Ask the Mirror: Postscript 2 (Part 2)

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The huge flying boat has descended to the lower level of the Blue Sky Realm. The huge hull seems to be covered by dark clouds. The surrounding vitality tide is dancing with blue fire, which is a sign that the temperature has increased to the extreme.

As soon as it was about to break out of the range of the vitality tide, a short flash of light suddenly lit up at the rear of the giant boat. A shuttle separated from the giant boat and drove away at high speed in the opposite direction.

The shuttle is a small temporary transport tool on the giant ship. It is against common sense and absolutely unsafe to suddenly fly away before the vitality tide has completely broken through.

Some people were obviously caught off guard. Several powerful auras rose up from the giant boat, but most of them quickly calmed down. Only one soared into the air, and the aura came from across the air.

"Continue!"

Wen Yang calmly issued the order. Wen Yang paid for the shuttle and made up his mind from the beginning not to return it.

The leader of the guards was in control at this time, and the others were crowded in the small cabin. Except for Wen Yang, no one really understood what happened.

Mrs. Wu noticed the strong force erupting on the cross-border flying boat. She probably knew how dangerous it was before, but she was full of doubts in her heart.

She has gone through the whole process and has some guesses, but she is still not sure who the enemy is that threatens the lives of their mother and son.

"Zhenren Wen Yang, they..."

"They are some of my classmates."

"..."

Mrs. Wu was stunned for a long time before responding: "Why? Isn't the Patriarch of Light Spectroscopy already..."

"There are many people in the world who follow others and try to please others. The founder will not embarrass you, but some people will try to figure it out."

Really?

Mrs. Wu said nothing, but she didn’t believe it in her heart. It feels like Wen Yang has some "taboo" meaning.

She also discovered that the interior of Shifang Zhen Palace was much more complicated than imagined.

Even if the Jiu Xuan True Yang Demonic Body hadn't appeared, sending your child there would never have been a good choice.

No matter what, Wen Yang's help is real, and Mrs. Wu also wants to express her gratitude.

She never thought about the possibility of "acting" because it was simply unnecessary.

Wen Yang’s answer is also very simple:

"This matter originated from me, so naturally it must be resolved in my hands, and the clear name in the palace must not be ruined."

Just after saying a few words, the Qi machine coming from the air has locked this side, and Changhong hangs in the air, spanning hundreds of miles at an incredible speed. In an instant, he passed the shuttle that had flown a considerable distance, and the light and shadow transformed into a magnificent seven-color vortex.

Although the speed of the shuttle is quite impressive, its flexibility is really nothing to praise. He actually bumped into the whirlpool before his eyes.

People in the cabin couldn't help but exclaimed.

At this moment, Wen Yang formed a seal in his hand, and invisible fluctuations spread from outside his body. It had no effect on the people inside the shuttle. Once it was formed outside, there were thousands of vibrations in an instant. So much so that there are visible ripples in the void.

The invisible shock wave collides with the colorful vortex, the colorful light is distorted, and the shuttle is deflected.

The two narrowly missed each other. Due to the high speed of the shuttle, they were tens of miles apart in an instant.

No one can be seen behind, but the powerful Qi machine sweeps through, making people feel like they have fallen into an ice cellar.

Wen Yang frowned and said to the leader of the guards:

"Go straight south!"

"Where is South?"

The leader of the guards was already a little confused. Wen Yang pointed him in the direction and then opened the shuttle door.

Mrs. Wu exclaimed:

"Zhenren Wen?"

Wen Yang had no expression on his face: "I went to stop him. Now we are far away from the ship. Except for me, Senior Brother Lan, no one else will catch up. You go all the way south and fly out of the northern wasteland. You should be safe. No worries."

In the strong wind, Wen Yang's figure left the cabin and fell backwards, but only for a breath or so

(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) At that moment, a series of explosions sounded from behind, and someone’s long laughter was as clear as my ears even against the howling wind:

"Junior Brother Wen, I used to think that your bones were frozen, but today I know that you are still so fierce! It's a pity that you can't distinguish between the inside and the outside, you must be burned and confused!"

Wen Yang remained silent from beginning to end, and the cabin door was closed, blocking out the howling wind.

The shuttle flew hundreds of miles away, and the sound of the explosion was no longer heard.

Mrs. Wu was in a trance, and heard the calm voice of the leader of the guards:

"Madam, I'm afraid this thing can't fly too far..."

The shuttle is originally used for short-distance transfers, and the structure of the talisman array itself is not designed for long-distance travel.

But the problem is that this is the Northern Wilderness, the heart of the Shifangzhen Palace. With the "greeting" from the Patriarch of Spectrum, how should we spend the long distance ahead?

Mrs. Wu pressed her forehead with her hand, hoping to gain temporary clarity from the nightmare situation.

But no matter what, she had no other choice.

The shuttle flew through the sky and quickly disappeared into the vast sky.

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As the sun and moon moved, and the light and darkness changed several times, Mrs. Wu could no longer figure out how many days and nights she had spent in the real world, and how far she was from her goal?

The shuttle insisted on being much closer than they imagined. It only flew about three thousand miles before it had to land.

At this time, there were still tens of thousands of miles away from the southern border of Beihuang. Wen Yang did not follow up. It was unknown whether his help had ended here or was beyond his power.

Mrs. Wu would rather be the former.

In an unfamiliar place, Mrs. Wu and her party encountered unprecedented difficulties. I don’t know where the news came from. A group of Northern Wilderness monks were like bloodthirsty piranhas. After smelling the blood, they swarmed over.

Mrs. Wu almost thought that the group of people had become the public enemies of Beihuang. But thinking about the Patriarch of Light Distribution, this is also what it should be.

In times of great disaster, one can see the human heart.

Compared to Wen Yang, who did not hesitate to break with her fellow sects and help them, she had trained guards for dozens or hundreds of years, but her true form was revealed.

Perhaps it was because Shifang Zhen Palace’s reputation was too great and the pressure on them was too strong. On the second day after the shuttle landed, people’s hearts were already restless.

On the third day, a guard died in a conflict with a local monk, which became a fatal inducement.

Overnight, half of the eight guards were dispersed. One day, the remaining two guards even became rebellious and attracted local thugs to capture them all.

If the guard leader hadn't fought tooth and nail to cut off the queen, mother and son would have become prisoners.

Now, in this vast yellow sky, only mother and son are left.

The vast Northern Wilderness is almost entirely within the sphere of influence of the Shifang Zhen Palace. Although there are upright people like Wen Yang in the palace, Mrs. Wu has no way to place her hope in illusory morality and justice. Going out at night, I was as panic-stricken as a bereaved dog, trudging towards the south.

In the Taidu Cloud Realm, Mrs. Wu was considered to be from a well-known family and had been pampered and privileged all her life. Wu Zhai had been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child. Although he had practiced hard, he had never been on the line of life and death like he is now.

For the mother and son, this was undoubtedly an unimaginable disaster.

But in such adversity, both mother and son inspired the tenacity in their bones.

Not to mention Mrs. Wu, Wu Zhai was actually very stubborn at such a young age. After the death of the guard leader, he almost stopped talking. He just followed his mother and traveled long distances. In addition to traveling every day, he practiced practice. This lasted for more than ten days. , as if he was a different person.

Mrs. Wu looked both pleased and sad.

No matter what, both mother and son are still alive, and they are getting closer and closer to the border of Beihuang, while the pursuers in the rear are getting further and further away from them, giving them some breathing time.

(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page) In the early hours of that night, Mrs. Wu discovered a canyon, which is really rare in the northern wilderness with flat sand and vast yellow sky. The most important thing is that there is a winding stream here. Winding away, I don’t know where it leads.

Mrs. Wu has already reached a certain level of cultivation. It doesn’t hurt to go without water and rice for a while. Wu Zhai is still young, but food and water are absolutely indispensable.

Of course, Mrs. Wu also knows very well that the place next to the water source is the place where her whereabouts are most likely to be exposed, so she has to be extremely careful.

After spending about half an hour scouting and confirming that there was no threat, Mrs. Wu and her son entered the canyon.

It was daytime at this time. Both mother and son were very sleepy after flying all night earlier, but this was by no means a good place to rest. They might run into some Northern Wasteland monks who came here to rest. At that time But it's very troublesome.

I don’t know what I’m afraid of, but I just collected some clear water, and the light flashed in mid-air, flying over the canyon. Mrs. Wu’s heart trembled, no matter who it was, she didn’t dare to carry Wu Zhai on her back. After flying away, he couldn't find a good hiding place for a while, so he could only use the branches and rocks to cover his body and hide his energy.

Fortunately, these people did not stop here, they were probably just passing through.

After waiting for a long time and seeing no movement, Mrs. Wu breathed a sigh of relief. However, she became more and more afraid to stay here any longer. She did not bother to wash up. She hurriedly collected some water and followed the path she had found in advance. Get ready to leave this dangerous place.

But after walking less than a hundred steps, Wu Zhai suddenly froze on his back.

Mrs. Wu is naturally the most sensitive to Aiko’s reaction:

"Zhaier?"

"Mom...there is someone!"

Mrs. Wu's heart was filled with excitement. Even her children had seen it. Why didn't she feel anything at all?

Xun Sheng turned his head and saw a green pine protruding from the side halfway up the canyon, twisting and turning with powerful force.

Just under the shadow of the pine cover, there was a person with a face like a crown of jade, plain white robes, sitting leaning against a tree, holding a scroll, looking very elegant and elegant.

Sensing Mrs. Wu’s gaze, this person’s thoughts seemed to have just come out of the text. He was a little surprised, and then he smiled slightly and stood up:

"The wall stands ten feet tall, blocking the vast yellow sand; the stream is shin-high, but it can wash away the dust of thousands of miles. You two must have worked hard from afar, so you can take a bath for a while to relieve your fatigue."

This man seems to be the landowner of this canyon, showing his hospitality.

Mrs. Wu felt strange, but she was caught by the light of his eyes. She lowered her eyes inexplicably and saw her face reflected in the stream.

She comes from a wealthy family and is the most generous person. However, she has been running hard for many days and has never bothered to wash up. At this time, she is unkempt and has never been so embarrassed in her life.

This gurgling stream has endless temptation in an instant.

However, after struggling for many days on the line of life and death, her willpower became more refined. She came back to her senses when she was startled, ignored the appearance problem, just suppressed her uneasiness, and asked calmly:

"This fellow Taoist..."

The white-clothed monk actually bowed: "Ignorant Xu Qinglan...ah, this is my fault."

As he spoke, the white-robed monk saw his own clothes and laughed dumbly. He turned around and in an instant, the light surrounded his body and his clothes were flying. Mrs. Wu, mother and son both had flowers in front of their eyes. When they looked again, it was clear that he was not a scholar in white clothes, but a Taoist priest in jade and white robes...

Women's crown.

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(Recommend Meng Yishang’s new book "The Burning Sky Sword Lord". In the vast world, heroes stand side by side, and thousands of races compete for hegemony. There are countless grievances and hatreds, and invasions from outside the territory have devastated all living beings. Where is the hot-blooded man? A young man crosses the Fire Spirit Continent. , control the world with pleasure, fight against heroes of all races, kill monks from outside the region, one sword shines in the eighteen states, with the sword in hand, I ask who is in charge of the world? Link: http://bookzongheng/book/490366html)

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