Chapter 4 Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains 4

Blood light suddenly emerged on the mountain road, and the outline of a human figure loomed towards the direction of the old road of Chishan Mountain, with lightning speed.

The heart of heavy light is tightly grasped, and it is almost to the throat. This blood demon has been famous for a long time. As early as 300 years ago, he was the top murderer in the world. The master is old and has no magic power in the past. How can he resist this peerless murderer? I just hate that this demon took action too quickly. At present, he is subject to the great power in the dark, and I'm afraid he won't have time to save it.

He had an electric mind, and for a moment he had moved countless thoughts, and finally he only had time to turn into a long sigh. The flying sword has long been out of its sheath and turned into a dark light and shadow in its hand. However, the distant water can't save the near fire, and it only has the idea of a fluke.

Chishan Laodao's crucible body suddenly straightened, with chest and back, heavy shoulders and elbows. The blood light from afar could be bullied close to him, and he saw a virtual shadow in the old Taoist priest's body, running across the rugged mountain road. On the halfway of the road that the blood light must pass, the two sides spelled.

The virtual shadow did not move in place, the body unfolded, and it was another red mountain.

A muffled hum faintly came from the blood light, and then suddenly dissipated. The next condensation was already several miles away and was bound by the Jiuqi tripod. Even the top blood god in the world, his foot strength was greatly reduced. It's just scattered and impermanent, like the invisible water, and the essence of the blood nerve is played by him fiercely and exquisitely.

He blocked his heart in his throat and had made plans to avenge his master, but the scene in front of him was very different from what he expected. The son of the blood god was hit and went thousands of miles away. As soon as his master took action, although the waves were not shocking, it was a means to become a master.

"It turned out that Master was so good. Fortunately, I never knew it, but he was a mediocre person, and he usually ate and waited to die in the mountains." Chongguang was shocked, and many scenes of the past came to his mind. The work in the Sanweitang, the hard work in the purple bamboo forest, and under the Yuxu Peak, the sound of the dusk drum and morning bell, everything was like a different world, hitting his heart again.

"Come out and have a meeting with the old man for a while, and it's not in vain for you to come to this mountain." Chishan Laodao had long noticed that there were still ambush in the forest, but his cultivation was far less than that of the Blood God, so he did not move and did not break the other party's hiding. Now that the Blood God is injured and escapes, he has time to make fun of people.

The heavy breath suddenly accelerated, and the chest couldn't help but rise and jump out of the woods. Several ups and downs rushed to the front of Chishan, with mixed feelings, but thousands of words only turned into one voice: "Master!"

Hearing this heartfelt shout, Chishan was slightly stunned: This voice was so familiar that once upon a time, the young man with a gloomy face followed him with this voice to ask and answer questions. Twelve years of deep love between teachers and apprentices dissipated with that shock. Now that the man is far away, in his heart, the disciple is as if he is dead. The person in front of him tried his best to imitate his voice, but why is his face and temperament so different? Is it a trick of evil, or did you commit a heart demon again?

Chongguang can no longer hold back his feelings. It has been almost six years since he said goodbye to his master, and 2,000 days and nights of missing have been affected at this moment. Since his parents' death, he has been full of exile until he worshipped Kunlun. Chishan is not only his master, but also his concern for his father and mother.

"Master--" He walked over step by step and shouted affectionately: "Master, it's me. I'm back."

Chishan's body trembled, and a pair of clear old eyes were a little blurred. This was a situation that had not happened in hundreds of years. The person in front of him was really his only apprentice, but why was his whole body full of strange breath.

"You, you are really a heavy light--" Chishan Laodao looked carefully at the man in front of him and finally saw the pair of heavy pupils he was familiar with in his memory. Although his temperament changed greatly, his facial features could faintly find the shadow of the past. This double pupil is even more clear proof, but the once clearness in his eyes can never be seen again, only to catch Unable depth.

Chongguang pushed down the jade pillar and knelt down under Chishan's knees: "Master, Master--" Seeing that Master finally recognized himself, he was already in tears: "Master, your old man's appearance has not changed, but his disciples are old."

Chishan was also very excited and rubbed his bare head with his hand: "No age, no age, don't leave when you come back this time. Follow the master to practice well, which will always be beneficial. Well, you actually recovered your Taoist practice and condensed into Yuanying. Chishan was full of sadness and joy, and he sighed for a moment. Only then did he realize that his apprentice's cultivation was far better than before.

"Okay, okay, good boy--" He burst into tears, but his heart was overjoyed: "I didn't expect you to go out for some experience and have such a creation. Come on, tell the teacher where you have been and what you have experienced over the years."

When the master and apprentice met each other, they cried and laughed, but they were involved for a long time. Chongguang told his experience one by one. Even his relationship with Mr. Ou, his relationship with the wheel king of the free world, and the origin of the royal dragon sword were like bamboo tubes pouring beans.

He felt that he was close to his father and had nothing to hide. Chishan was secretly shocked when he heard this, and his eyebrows gradually wrinkled: "Heavy light, the rotor king's mind is sinister. We still have to think of a way to break his mind. Now Luohou Fengshan, you are also a disciple of Kunlun, and you should contribute to the division. Since you are now diligent in Taoism, there is no need to mention those grudges in the past. Let's go back to the mountain to see the teacher first.

Chishan came out this time to get out of the siege of Luohou and inquire about the outside situation. There are nine tripods to block the void and cooperate with the siege of millions of demons. Kunlun is already a turtle in the urn, relying on the mixed yuan and three-clear array to guard the mountain gate, and knows nothing about the outside world. However, since you see your disciples, you can naturally ask Chongguang about anything. Coupled with the rapid progress of his beloved apprentice's cultivation, Kunlun can be said to be a strong support. Naturally, he is eager to see the head teacher to make proper arrangements.

In the conversation, Chongguang also heard a few words about the master's recent situation of Kunlun and his intention to go down the mountain. At this time, when he saw that the master was going to take him back to the mountain, he naturally agreed. The two talked on the way back. When the conversation was strong, Chongguang suddenly remembered something and turned his head to Chishan and said, "Master, you are so hard to hide it from me. The apprentice followed. For more than ten years, you didn't know that Master had such a high level of cultivation. If it hadn't been for the progress of Taoism and high eyesight, I would have been kept in the dark for Master.

Chishan laughed and didn't care: "Cultivation is to detach yourself, not to show off in front of people. Your uncle has long seen this ability as a teacher. You don't know that it's because you don't have enough Taoism, and you haven't reached the level, and you can't see through it. As a teacher, you have never mentioned your own Taoism, and you have deceived you.

Chongguang thought about it carefully and thought it was really true, so he was relieved: Master didn't mean to hide it from me, but I couldn't see through it myself. Then he remembered another thing: "Master, you have told others when you went down the mountain this time. From what the apprentice just saw, the blood demon clearly followed all the way and deliberately ambled. This mountain road was very hidden, and the master was very careful on this trip. Where did he learn about your old man's trace?

Chishan's eyes flashed, and the confusion of the past swept away: "What do you mean--

His face was cold, and the murderous spirit in his words could not be concealed: "We Kunlun has a traitor. This traitor can not only know the master's whereabouts, but also pass the message to the enemy at the foot of the mountain."