Chapter 250: Saint questioning

Ye Feng wanted to know what happened next, and then asked.
"I was so energetic back then, when I was proud of my life, how could I not agree."
The oiran entered the memory again.
"I promise to bet with you, how do we compare."
The oiran looked at the saint and agreed without hesitation.
"Well, from here as the starting point, bypassing the mountain in front, and then back here, whoever enters the end first will win."
The saint saw that the oiran agreed and stood on the same starting line as the oiran.
"Holy woman, your body smells so good, when the game is over, we two will fly away and leave this mundane world."
With a flirtatious tone, the oiran aroused the dissatisfaction of the disciples around him, but the fight was about to come, and everyone did not dare to distract the saint. If the saint lost, wouldn't the Scorpion Palace lose face and be knocked on the door that day? Also snatched the saint away.
With the order of the elder Taishang, the saint and the oiran disappeared in place at the same time.
At that time, the strength of the oiran had entered the fifth stage of Shenwu, and the saint was no more than the realm of Xianwu, so the oiran did not hesitate to agree, thinking that a physical fitness test was not enough.
When he entered that mountain, the oiran had the urge to cry. Behind the mountain, there were a lot of confusing formations arranged. This was the place where the disciples of Scorpio Palace practiced.
The saint has cultivated all the year round, she has a good understanding of the formation, effortlessly, and quickly passed the formation. Although the oiran is in the martial arts realm, after encountering the formation, it takes time to crack the formation. The speed slowed down.
Although he was intercepted by the formations, the oiran was worthy of the Divine Martial Realm. It took less than one breathing time for each formation. After all the formations, he found that the saint was ten steps away from him. .
The oiran realized that it was not good, and used the swift movement method, and appeared directly in front of the saint. At this moment, the saint suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, and burned her whole body essence and blood, and her body disappeared in place and appeared at the end. position.
At the end, Oiran was very sad.
When the saint entered the finish line, the oiran also arrived. Seeing the saint tottering, he immediately supported her.
"Why do you, why do you want to do it, would rather win the game by suicide than leave with me."
The oiran hugged the saint, hoarse, feeling that the vitality of the saint was quickly draining.
"The reputation of Scorpio Palace must not be lost. I won. Please fulfill your promise."
The saint’s voice is faint, but everyone present can hear it clearly. They would rather sacrifice themselves than suffer a little loss in Scorpio Palace. At that time, everyone in the room cried, and the oiran also cried. At that moment, the oiran was deep. Deeply in love with this saint, I would rather go with her.
"Remember your vows!"
Seeing that the oiran was crying, the saint actually laughed, touched the oiran's face, said the last sentence, and closed her eyes peacefully.
"Do not!"
The oiran held the saint tightly in his arms, and roared to the sky.
In the end, Ye Feng could clearly see that the oiran was in tears. Three thousand years later, the oiran still loved the saint deeply.
"You have fulfilled your promise and are imprisoned here. You can only leave here unless the Scorpio Palace is in a disaster."
Ye Feng was also infected, and his mood was a little depressed. He remembered that the oiran had never loved a woman deeply. When he fell in love with the saint, Ye Feng was also embarrassed.
"Yes, since I lost, of course I fulfilled my promise."
The oiran put away the feeling of loss and said lightly.
"You don't want to leave here, you want to stay here forever with her."
Ye Feng broke the mind of the oiran. The reason why the oiran stayed here for three thousand years was actually because he wanted to be with the saint forever.
The oiran seemed to be thinking about it, turned around, then lay down to sleep, and stopped talking to Ye Feng.
"Since ancient times, passionate and spare hatred, this hate will never end!"
Ye Feng remembered a poem from a previous life, which fits the mood of the oiran at this time. After speaking, he sat down and closed his eyes and meditated.
After three thousand years, Scorpio Palace is no longer what it used to be. The palace owner has changed for four or five generations. Since then, Scorpio Palace has rejected men very much, and basically killed men when they saw them, thinking that men deserve to die because a man loses a saint. Female, this is the shame of Scorpio. This shame has gradually evolved into hatred. Basically, all women in Scorpio hate men.
Because the disciples of Scorpio Palace have been adopted since childhood, and they have instilled this concept since childhood. Over time, these women think that men are not good things. Sometimes one thing affects several generations. Since then, Scorpio Palace rarely appears. Basically made a hidden Sejong gate, this is the past of Scorpio Palace.
Because in the dungeon, Ye Feng couldn't tell whether it was day or night, and the oiran didn't speak anymore. Ye Feng was reluctant to disturb him, and he was probably in memories now.
"Wow!"
The prison door was suddenly opened, and a figure walked in. Ye Feng opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the dungeon. The oiran also sat up.
"Interesting, this dungeon hasn't been in the dungeon for hundreds of years, and it was opened several times today."
Oiran's emotions recovered, but there was still sadness in his eyes.
The saint was wearing a white dress, standing in front of Ye Feng.
"What kind of person is the owner of this jade tile?"
The woman who came was actually a saint, and Ye Feng was also taken aback. He didn't expect that the saint would still not give up, wanting to know the origin of the jade medal she brought.
"I have already said that it is an old man with the surname Zi."
Ye Feng looked at the jade medal in the hand of the saint, and said lightly.
"Describe him to me."
The saint didn't give up, and asked Ye Feng to describe the appearance of Grandpa Ya'er.
"Why are you so interested in the master of the jade card?"
Ye Feng did not describe, but asked.
"If you are willing to tell me, I can ask the palace owner to spare you."
The saint is still aloof, with a cold look.
"No need, life and death are fateful, wealth is in heaven!"
Ye Feng ignored it, closed his eyes and thought.
"Do you know that the jade medal you brought is exactly the same on me."
The saint's tone suddenly dimmed, and she looked at the contemplative Ye Feng.
"Do you have a piece too?"
Ye Feng opened his eyes, as if he didn't believe it, could it be that Ya'er's grandfather is a relative of the saint?
After thinking about it, Ye Feng thought it was impossible. Ya'er's grandfather said very clearly that his family was brutally killed by a black-clothed old man. Only Ya'er survived and no relatives could be there.
Why does Na Ya'er's grandfather also have half a jade medal, and the saint's hand also has half a jade medal, which is actually exactly the same, Ye Feng also feels that things are very complicated.
"This piece is mine."
The saint took out half of her jade card. Ye Feng took the jade card and measured it carefully, and found that the jade card was exactly the same. The only difference was that the piece of Ye Feng was on the left and carved a dragon while the saint was on the right. , Carve a phoenix, if merged together, the dragon and the phoenix are prosperous.
The material and size of the jade are exactly the same. To be sure, the two jade tiles together form a complete jade tile.
"Where did your jade medal come from!"
Ye Feng asked the jade card back to the saint.
"I don't know, this jade medal has always been hung on me since I was a child, and this is the only person who can prove my identity."
The saint is a bit lonely. After joining the Scorpio Palace, he is basically ignorant of the world. No one knows who his relatives are. Ye Feng already knows the rules of the Scorpio Palace. It is estimated that the saint thinks this jade medal can prove her identity.
"But what does that prove? You should ask you who brought you into Scorpio, not me."
What Ye Feng said should be very clear. If you want to know her origin, the best way is to find out who brought her into the Scorpio Palace to know her origin.
"Do you think I didn't expect it? I just want to know who gave you the jade medal."
The saint returned to a noble and cold look.
"Excuse me for comment."
Ye Feng lay lazily on the ground. The saint was arrogant. He was even more arrogant than the saint. If the saint could lower her posture and talk to Ye Feng well, maybe he would consider telling her grandfather's appearance, but when she saw the saint Ye Feng felt awkward with that kind of high-profile appearance.
"Then you are ready to die!"
Seeing Ye Feng's haughty appearance, the saint turned and left and stopped staying.
"Dang!"
The door of the dungeon slowly closed, and the dungeon plunged into darkness again.
"Boy, you have the backbone, I admire such a beautiful woman who doesn't give face to face."
At this time, the oiran came over, and he could see the appearance of the saint just now. It was no weaker than the saint he liked back then. Ye Feng was actually indifferent to beauty. This was something that the oiran did not expect, and was also influenced by Ye Feng’s character. Slightly shocked.
"Senior, don't laugh at juniors."
Ye Feng smiled bitterly, and Ye Feng focused on pursuing martial arts, not very much about beauty.
"Boy, I have a relationship, do you want to leave here, I can help you leave."
The oiran suddenly smiled strangely, actually trying to help Ye Feng escape.
"Thank you for the kindness of seniors, I will not leave unless I get the water of the earth and sea."
Ye Feng expressed his gratitude, but without the water of the Earth Sea, Ye Feng was boring to leave.
"Being spine, I am optimistic about you, and I went to sleep."
The oiran did not force him, but rather favored Ye Feng. A man should be spine. If a man has no spine, he is not a man, but a pseudoman.
The dungeon fell into silence again, and neither of the two spoke.
In boredom, Ye Feng had to close his eyes and ponder the formation. After obtaining the general outline of the formation, Ye Feng didn't understand enough the formation together. He had to constantly understand that sometimes a powerful formation can withstand the attacks of several powerful players. , This is the power of the formation.
"boom!"
When Ye Feng closed his eyes and pondered, the entire dungeon suddenly shook, as if an earthquake had occurred.
Ye Feng stood up with a brushing sound, and the oiran also swished from the ground, feeling that the ground began to shake, and there was roaring noise outside.
"Senior, what happened outside."
Ye Feng asked quickly.