Chapter 62: Concealing the truth Zhao Wumian followed Tian Yingjue into the underground. Tian Yingjue used poisonous insects to control the gathering and dispersion of sand and soil, penetrate the soil, and guide countless poisonous insects to open up a passage, quickly moving away from the execution ground and running towards the Coffin Mountain in the west. The crowd followed closely behind. Zhao Wumian pretended to be semi-conscious, and soon rushed out of the underground with Tian Yingjue and came to the ground. "Big brother!" "Young patriarch!" The members of the Luogui tribe crowded around and nervously looked at the various whip wounds and bruises on Tian Xingchen's body, as well as the most fatal knife wound on his chest. The Great Sun Sword Qi burned the skin, and after three days, not only did it not heal, but it became charred, rotten, and smelled terrible, which was horrifying to the eye. "These damned Central Plains people! I will chop them into pieces sooner or later!" "They tortured the young patriarch into this state!"
The tribesmen were outraged. But some thoughtful people noticed something was wrong. One of the middle-aged men, Shi Qiu, asked, "Ying Jue, did you order those fires to be set?" "No." Tian Yingjue took out the magical medicine [Xueyu Powder] from the village and carefully sprinkled it on Tian Xingchen's wound, then bandaged him again. "That's weird." Shi Qiu frowned: "Is it a coincidence? Someone is helping us? Or..." Another person said, "It's obvious that they are trying to assassinate Deng Yu! The news of killing the young clan leader has spread, and Deng Yu is going to supervise the execution. Maybe Qujing has seized the opportunity and waited for this moment to set fire to the camp first, and then send assassins to assassinate. A hundred thousand troops are lined up in Pu'an, and Darima has been unable to sleep for a long time. Killing Deng Yu can at least dampen the morale of the Ming army. Isn't it said that he is sick?" "Well, that makes sense." "That should be it. No one except Darima can make such a noise." "Thanks to them, otherwise we would have to fight hard. Even if we could escape, we would have suffered heavy losses! It's also the fault of the Ming army going deep into Yunnan and Guizhou, surrounded by enemies everywhere. They deserve this fate!" "That's right. Fortunately, the young patriarch was rescued." Although Shiqiu still felt that it was a bit coincidental, it was understandable. "but……" Another person felt the pulse and sighed, "The young clan leader's power has been wasted... his meridians are disordered, and his Dantian is empty. From now on, he will not be able to control the Gu..." Everyone was silent. Shiqiu also lost the last bit of his doubt. This is what the people of the Central Plains should do. They would never let the tiger go back to the mountains so easily. They had already disabled the person before killing him. Even if they rescued him, it would just be another disabled person. No wonder there was no trace of true energy near the wound, and no wonder he couldn't control his own life Gu... Tian Yingjue looked at his elder brother, his heart aching, and murmured, "It's all my fault for being useless..."
"Stop saying that." Shi Qiu comforted him, "At least he's still alive. Maybe the chief has a solution. The most urgent thing is to return to the cave as soon as possible. The intelligence says that Deng Yu's Great Sun Blade Qi is the most difficult to deal with. It's useless to rely on [Snow Jade Powder] alone. I'm afraid we have to use ice silkworms to heal the wound. The young chief has no power now, and it's torture every moment. We have to hurry!" Everyone said yes. Tian Yingjue wiped his tears and said, "Then let's go!" Tian Yingjue carried his elder brother on his back and used his lightness skills to charge towards the Coffin Mountain. Zhao Wumian pretended to be a patient and dust fell between his fingers, leaving a mark. Mountain of coffins. As the name suggests, this mountain has a strange shape and looks like a giant coffin lying among the peaks from a distance. The cave at the foot of the mountain is now the hiding place of the Luogui tribe and the Xianxiu tribe. Everyone used their Qinggong skills to quickly reach the entrance of the cave deep in the dense forest. Just as he was about to go down, he suddenly heard a humming sound of a bowstring, and a sharp arrow shot out. Although the arrow was thin, it was loaded with incredible force, and after it hit the ground, it created a deep pit with its powerful force! Everyone was startled and looked back, seeing a figure carrying arrows and holding a bow walking out from the bushes. The man was wearing Mongolian clothes, had a burly build and a curved sword on his waist. When everyone saw him, they bowed their heads and saluted: "Master Monk." During this period of time, it was this man named Monk who provided a lot of information. Although Tian Yingjue and others did not like his behavior, they had to ask for help now, and given the order from the clan leader, they had no choice but to show obedience. "You really went to rescue people." Monk spoke in Chinese, which sounded very stiff: "You shouldn't have come back. What happened?" It was hard to hear, but it was the truth. Shi Qiu explained the situation carefully. Monk glanced at Tian Xingchen and sneered, "You just brought him back like this?" Tian Yingjue was puzzled: "What's wrong?" Meng Ke threw out a piece of paper, Tian Yingjue took it and opened it. On it was a painting of a handsome young man with a jade-like face and eyebrows flying into his temples. He was wearing a flying fish suit and had an embroidered spring sword on his waist. Next to it was written his name, martial arts and origin: Zhao Wumian, a captain of the Jinyiwei, the best disguise artist in the world, "The Treasure Mirror of the Actor"... Everyone was shocked. Shi Qiu said, "What you mean is, Young Clan Leader... No, those wounds are real! And the man in the painting was at the execution ground at the time, we all saw it!" Tian Yingjue immediately said: "That's right!" Monk didn't care: "So what? As long as he is a suspect, we can't enter the cave so easily! It doesn't matter if you die, but if you ruin the master's business, don't blame me for being rude!" Tian Yingjue was furious: "This is Coffin Mountain! This is the Luogui tribe!" Monk's smile became even colder. "I said you were stupid, and you are indeed stupid! I just received intelligence that there is a person who can disguise himself here, and you just happened to bring back someone you shouldn't have brought back. If you really take him away, you will probably die without a complete corpse! And he can't use the thing that can prove his identity the most. With so many coincidences, do you want to kill your own people?!"
Tian Yingjue was furious: "You..." "Ying Jue." Shi Qiu and the others looked at each other, and looking at the portrait in their hands, they were a little unsure, and said softly: "Lord Monk's words are harsh, but he is right. If he is really the young patriarch, we should naturally do our best to rescue him, but if he is an enemy, taking him away will harm everyone." "Even you..." Tian Yingjue said angrily: "What do you want? Big brother's cicada poison is lodged in his spleen, do you still want to cut him open?! If you do this, he will be useless! He fell into the hands of the enemy in order to save me. If you treat him like this, I..." "Do not." Shi Qiu said: "We don't know how powerful this disguise technique is yet. It is also true that the young patriarch cannot use his own destiny Gu. How about this, Lord Monk, contact General Qujing Dalima to see if there is really an assassination attempt..." "No need... to go through so much trouble..." Suddenly, "Tian Xingchen" on Tian Yingjue's back slowly opened his eyes. He looked weak and powerless. He looked at Monk and Shi Qiu deeply and said, "You just want to see... the natal Gu... I'll show it to you right now..." He suddenly drew his knife and stabbed it into his spleen. There was a puff and blood gushed out! "Squeak-" Almost instantly, a faint cicada chirping could be heard between heaven and earth. "Big Brother!!!" Tian Yingjue was horrified. He pressed down his bleeding wound, tears welling up in his eyes. He shouted, "Are you satisfied?! Hurry up and save him!" Shi Qiu was shocked. Hearing the cicada's cry, he felt guilty and rushed around in a panic: "Quick! Bandage the young patriarch!" Monk also showed a look of surprise. Could it really be me? Tian Yingjue bandaged the wound quickly, blaming himself for being too suspicious, which made his elder brother's injury worse. The wound was caused by the parasitic insect, and even if he could recover his strength in the future, he would probably no longer have the same strength as before. Monk frowned and said, "I still think..." Tian Yingjue turned around suddenly, flute in his hand, full of murderous intent. This time Shi Qiu had no hesitation and stood with Tian Yingjue. Monk glanced at the three people coldly. "what happened?" Just as the situation was at a stalemate, a hunchbacked old man walked out of the cave, holding a cane. When he saw Tian Xingchen, he frowned slightly and asked, "Is that Xingchen? Did you save him?" This person is the chief of the Luogui tribe, Tian Baoqing. "father!" Tian Yingjue immediately told the whole situation, mainly about the natal Gu in his eldest brother's body. "It is indeed the scent of my son's cicada Gu."
Tian Baoqing nodded and said to Meng Ke, "Master Meng, don't be suspicious. Now that he's been rescued, take him to the ice room and let the ice silkworms heal him." "Yes!" Tian Yingjue immediately rushed into the cave carrying Tian Xingchen on his back. Monk watched them leave with cold eyes, without trying to stop them, and said, "Chief Tian, it's always better to be more careful. If we mess up our master's plans, neither you nor I will have a good life!" Tian Baoqing bowed and said, "Don't worry, sir. I won't be wrong." "Humph!" Monk jumped up a tree and disappeared without a trace. (End of this chapter)