Chapter 95: The Dragon Lantern Releases Prisoner Niu Lingxiang felt extremely uncomfortable when Long Qi pulled her. Although she didn't care about any pedantic ethics, she couldn't adapt to Long Qi's behavior. But when she thought of the Qiuniuqin just now, she had to be patient and let him do what he wanted. Long Qi seemed very calm, but in fact only he knew that his heart was already blossoming with joy, and even the road under his feet seemed to be much smoother at this moment. It seems that Xinyi was right. When it comes to love, it is easier to say it out loud. …… As soon as they heard the sound of a gong, they knew that someone was going to answer the riddle of the Wolong Lantern. Many people rushed to the West Pavilion, but they only saw a young man in a green robe standing on the stage, while the gold silk scroll with the riddle on the small table was nowhere to be seen. Even the servant who struck the gong in the courtyard had gone somewhere, leaving only the servant holding the lantern still guarding the pavilion. After about half an incense stick of time, the servant who was beating the gong in the distance came hurriedly, handed the hanging scroll to the servant holding the lamp, and whispered something to him. Then the servant held the lamp and hung the hanging scroll on the other side of the Wolong Lantern. At this time, the gong sounded again, and the boy beating the gong sang loudly: "The puzzle of the Crouching Dragon Lantern is solved, and the lanterns are used to make a prisoner of cattle and a guqin!" Everyone outside the court took a deep breath when they heard this, and rushed to look inside the pavilion. The servant holding the lamp hung up the scroll and stepped aside. On the golden silk scroll was written: "A black dragon climbs the wall, covered with thousands of golden stars."
The couplet is neat, but the first line has not been solved yet, and the second line is a mystery again, and the boy who beats the gong has not given any explanation. Lingxiang remained standing there until she took the Qiuniuqin. It was not until Long Qi shook her twice that she came to her senses. "Soul, come back! Spirit, come back!" Long Qi imitated the ancients and said, "As the saying goes, wealth should not be exposed. You hold this zither like this, are you trying to show it off to outsiders? Why don't you put it in your little cloth bag quickly? Are you waiting for someone to snatch it away?" Hearing him say this, Lingxiang hurriedly pinched the hand gestures to put the Prisoner Harp into her Qiankun bag, but she was still puzzled in her heart. The Long family had suffered a lot, and Long Qi had been hanging around in the market since he was a child. How could he be so talented that he could actually answer this riddle? Thinking of this, he blurted out the question, but Long Qi had a mysterious look on his face. He just walked forward with his hands behind his back and did not answer. Naturally, this riddle was not figured out by Long Qi, but I think he must have been thinking in his heart that he must pay his respects to the old man who just sold lanterns at Banshan Temple. Twenty copper coins are not a lot of money! …… "In that case, I'll give you another good thing. Come here." The old man selling lanterns waved his hand, indicating that he had something to say. Long Qi had no doubts. When he leaned over to listen, he heard the old man say: "There will be a big prize at the Lantern Festival today. I think the girl will be very interested in it. I am doing you a favor and telling you what I heard. I heard that the lantern riddle is a couplet. It seems elusive, but it is very common. It is just an everyday object. The first line is 'a white snake crossing the river, with a red sun above its head', which is actually referring to the oil lamps used by ordinary people. So you can compare it with the second line, and write 'a black dragon climbing the wall, with thousands of golden stars on its body', which will definitely win you the first prize." "Since you can come out on top, why don't you go, old man?" Long Qi was puzzled. "Hey!~ I'm old now, and those girl's stuff is useless to me. Do I have to find an old woman to send them to me? Don't underestimate those old tiger women. They are very strong. They will definitely break my old bones. And they will also give me the title of being shameless. This is a matter of losing my integrity in my old age. Forget it!" …… Honeysuckle's injury was not a big deal, but the demon poison still needed to be cured, so as soon as day broke, Lingxiang and his party went to Yuanqingwei Peak. Although the journey was not far, Long Qi felt extremely happy. He would laugh from time to time along the way, which frightened Ling Xiang so much that she covered her face with her hands and unconsciously wanted to stay away from him. As soon as she arrived at Xianyunju, Lingxiang hurried into her room and wrote a letter, then handed it to Long Qi and asked him to go to Qiuyun Peak to deliver the letter as soon as possible. Xinyi helped Ren Dong back to the house to rest. Lingxiang came to check her pulse and found that she was fine. However, she was unable to remove the demon poison with her cultivation level, so she had to ask Master Fuyin to come. Master Fuyin spent two hours to remove all the demon poison from Ren Dong's body. Ren Dong seemed to have lost her strength at this time and lay down for two days before waking up. This is a story for later, so let's not talk about it for now. Furthermore, after Master Fuyin came out of the Honeysuckle House, he went directly into the Lingxiang House. No one knew what he said, and he came out after a long time. As soon as Master Fuyin left, Lingxiang sat on the stone bench in the yard with a serious face, and no one knew what she was thinking about. She only spoke slowly after Xinyi and Long Qi sat beside her. "An outer disciple of Zhuyuan died."
Long Qi and Xin Yi were both stunned when they heard this. Although they had never interacted with people too much when they were outer disciples, they still felt some subtle emotions in their hearts when they heard about this kind of thing. But Lingxiang's next sentence shocked the two of them even more. "He was murdered by someone. The knife killed him, and..." Lingxiang paused and looked up at Xinyi, "and the wound was corroded by the devil's energy. It was caused by the devil's blade." Xinyi was horrified: "Who... is the dead one?" Lingxiang lowered her eyes at this time and did not answer him. After a long time, she said, "I will take you to Yucang Peak tomorrow. The sect will select weapons for the disciples there." After that, she stood up and left Xianyunju, leaving only Long Qi and Xinyi sitting there, thinking with their heads down. "Injured by the devil's blade... Could it be that the Bai Wuchang you mentioned has come again?" Long Qi frowned. He still remembered clearly the invasion of the demon clan last time. "No, from what I know about Bai Wuchang, he would never take risks personally, and he doesn't use weapons like blades. It wouldn't be him." He also said with a frown. "You mean..." Long Qi looked up at Xin Yi, "There are still his minions in the sect?" Xinyi lowered her head and pondered, "I'm afraid it's not that simple..." …… When Lingxiang rushed to the Wuji Palace, Shangqing Zhenren and several elders were standing in front of the Hunyuan Platform, with stern expressions on their faces. "Someone interfered with the last martial arts performance, and we have been investigating until now but still have no clue. I thought it was just someone who wanted to spy on the martial arts test questions, but I didn't expect it to be someone from the demon clan." Lingxiang had just taken his place at the end when he heard Master Zhaoming say this. "Brother, how did you know that these two things were done by the same person?" "I have also checked and strengthened the sect's magic arrays, and found no loopholes. It seems that there must be a traitor." Master Fuyin then said, "The devil blade pierced from the back, but the strange thing is that the wound was not from top to bottom or from bottom to top, but from the back straight in. It doesn't look like a deliberate technique of turning a knife into a sword, but rather a habit." "Could it be... that the man was not attacked by surprise at that time?" Lingxiang said as she looked at Master Shangqing. And Shangqing Zhenren had his back to everyone from beginning to end, just concentrating on watching the Hunyuan Instrument, but there was not a single sign on the Hunyuan Instrument. (End of this chapter)
