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Chapter 129 Breathing determines success or failure

Author: Unlucky Caffeine

"Wait." Jian Baisan grabbed Shi Qizhen and finally asked: "Chun Wuji is a golden elixir, aren't you afraid of their spiritual consciousness covering it?"

Shi Qizhen gave Jian Baisan a contemptuous look: "You really don't know what's wrong? You don't know where to go? There are no empty spaces like Quandu, let alone so many flower buildings here... Do you think the Zhongqing Sect will allow monks to invade their territory with their spiritual consciousness?"

"...So that's it, thank you." Jian Baisan let go.

Jumping in from the low wall beside the northwest side gate, there was a bush, and the path made of jade bricks shimmered slightly with a faint goose yellow light.

From the inside, the backyard is so wide that the border is almost invisible.

Shi Qizhen activated his spiritual power, and his black figure flew away like the wind. Before leaving, he gave Jian Baisan a look that could be called threatening.

Jian Baisan was wearing black clothes himself, so he did not change into night clothes, and hid in the bushes with his waist.

Just as I was about to set off, I heard a few messy footsteps.

Her heartbeat accelerated for a moment, and immediately pressed down on her back and head, approaching the ground, while sprinkling some remaining air-covering powder on her body.

It was discovered from the beginning, which was a bit too memorable.

It was so great that the chaotic footsteps stopped just ten steps away from her.

Jian Baisan's spiritual power quietly started to move, pulling his heart rate to slow down, and then slowing down until it is one-fifth of the normal speed, which is also the limit of foundation building.

"Class Master, what did Master Zheng just say? Which one will we perform later?"

It must be a few actors.

That "Xian Zheng" may be Chun Wuji's disciple.

Jian Baisan held his breath and listened quietly.

The "teacher" sighed heavily and said in a breath: "Go back immediately, I won't go on stage today."

"What?" several voices raised, and one of them said, "We have specially arranged a new show for the elders for two months, Ning'er and the others..."

The headmaster quickly "shhhh" and said in a serious tone: "Shut up, don't die!"

"A few of us mortals without spiritual roots can get the protection of monks with their insignificant abilities, so be content! Let's go back now, don't remove makeup, don't let go of any movement, don't sleep, don't snore, don't walk! Even the sound of peeing into the urinal cannot be heard!"

Jian Baisan suppressed his heartbeat even slower and his heart was tighter.

Is there any special situation today...?

"How long will it take for the class master?"

"Let's wait for the notification from Elder Chun's disciples."

"Can't there be any sound in the middle?"

"That's right, if you want to live, you can't go out. Don't speak out, go quickly, go quickly!"

Several voices left in a mess.

There was no sound of footsteps left. After walking for two steps, she almost stepped into the bushes where Jian Baisan was in. She was so scared that she was furrowed all over. She held the hilt tightly with her hands, and was ready to knock him out immediately after being discovered.

Fortunately, he only walked a few laps and followed the path and went aside.

Jian Baisan breathed a sigh of relief for a while, got up and ran in the opposite direction.

With Chun Wuji's style, Tianzi No. 1 Courtyard will definitely not be arranged in the same direction as them.

Jian Baisan was alert all the way, but fortunately he didn't meet too many people along the way, so he finally stopped in one place.

Although this luxurious backyard cannot be as bright as the front yard, there are always some things that shine along the way, which makes Jian Baisan tense up and hide intently to avoid being seen by others, causing interrogation and fight.

This yard not only has glowing jade bricks, but also has dragon cream candle lamps that undulate in the air, and some fluorescent plants.

Although Jian Baisan chose to stop, there were more lights.

Transparent glass silk as thin as dragon tendons stand densely on the huge jade brick floor, both high and low.

The tallest ones were four or five people tall, and the shortest ones were less than Jian Baisan's shoulders, leaving only one person to pass through each other.

There were also different hollow lampshades on the glazed silk, but the dragon paste candle inside had not been lit.

Even the jade brick under my feet did not light up.

This lantern forest, which was originally the brightest and most eye-catching scenery, is now extremely dim and is particularly abrupt in the bright yard.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Jian Baisan thought.

The lamps here are very luxurious, and maybe the end is the Tianzi No. 1 Courtyard, which is uninhabited.

Fortunately, there are no candles here.

"...?" Jian Baisan, who was about to study it again, suddenly heard a question from behind him and a vague question came.

Without time to study, Jian Baisanyi was shocked and immediately sucked his abdomen and turned his waist, and drilled into the extinct forest of lamps.

The glazed silk that stands tall and reflects the bright moon above the head of a thousand wheels. If you hide here, you will hardly have to hide it, and it can also ensure that people outside cannot see their own figure.

Jian Baisan used the same trick again, lowered his heartbeat again, held his breath, and carefully pressed his knife handle so that it would not touch the glass silk next to him and make a sound.

At this moment, she had never been so fortunate that she did not like to wear any jewelry, and even the hairpin on her head was carved from wood.

If it were Ding Ling's clanging sound, the various jewelry on her body could ring all the glazed silk around her like a clatter.

She listened to the movement outside the Denglin.

The voice went from far to near: "...Senior Brother Zhang, what Master asked for was ready."

"Just be ready." "Senior Brother Zhang" said tiredly.

Jian Baisan heard the voice. This was Chun Wuji's great disciple, Zhang Heng.

"That adult..." Another voice lowered and raised it a little more: "...time is here?"

"Wait," Zhang Heng suddenly took a step towards Deng Lin, "Why do I feel something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Jian Baisan felt equally terrified.

Zhang Heng’s strength is higher than her! If you get closer, you may find her!

Jian Baisan slowly took a step back.

A blue flame appeared in Zhang Heng's hand, illuminating a small area, and it was quiet everywhere for a while.

Jian Baisan's breath had reached its limit, but he was holding it tightly and did not dare to exhale.

"...It seems nothing." The fire in Zhang Heng's hand was extinguished, but he never took a step in. "That adult should be coming soon. He said he was late at night when he sent a message to his master."

Jian Baisan's sense of urgency suddenly increased.

It seems that someone is coming to Tianzi No. 1 Courtyard, or a strong man.

Move quickly.

“Is there really no need for any hospitality?”

"Just as the master said, just keep silent as if he doesn't exist. According to experience, that adult has never left the house and has never seen him kill anyone."

"That's good……"

The two of them gradually moved away.

Jian Baisan breathed a sigh of relief and the turbid air in his mouth was exhaled.

But the glass silk that was affected by her exhalation trembled slightly, the lampshade on it turned, the hollowed-out red fish paintings and landscape pictures on it moved, and the lights were bright.

Jian Baisan was stunned.

Zhang Heng returned, with the flames in his hand rushing in, and immediately rushed in and met Jian Baisan: "Who?!"

Jian Baisan tried hard to control his expression, but his mind was blank.

She twisted her stiff neck and said to Zhang Heng: "...it's me."
Chapter completed!
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