Chapter 1 Secret Calculation

In the morning, the cool wind on Qingyun Mountain blew gently, slowly turning over the mist of a mountain, like a veil floating in the dense forest. At the three-way intersection outside the ancestral hall, Gui Li, Mr. Gui and the old sweeper stand in a triangle, facing each other in a delicate atmosphere.

The wrinkles on the old man's face moved, and he said slowly in a hoarse voice, 'You two are not from this Qingyun Mountain. Why did you come here privately? I don't know what's going on?'

Gui Li was silent, and his eyes looked at the old man for a moment. Mr. Ghost stood six feet away from his side. With the way of the two of them, he may not be afraid of anyone in the world. However, between the two of them, it is obvious that no one trusts each other.

But at this moment, Mr. Ghost's eyes hidden behind the black veil have been staring at the old man sweeping the floor, with bright eyes, as if there was another strange feeling.

The old man felt something, turned around tremblingly, looked at Mr. Ghost, and said, 'This master, you have been staring at the old man. Do you have something to say?'

Mr. Ghost suddenly smiled and said, 'You are just an old man who guards the ancestral temple of Qingyun Mountain. Why do you have to mind your own business? At present, this young man...' He pointed to the ghost and said, 'He has heard the reputation of Qingyun Mountain Huanyue Cave for a long time and wants to go in and see it.

Gui Li stood in the distance, suddenly snorted coldly, and said, 'Before going up the mountain, you and I had already discussed it. I entered the Huanyue Cave to attract the attention of Qingyunmen. You took the opportunity to sneak into the ancestral temple of Qingyun Mountain, destroyed all the spiritual positions of the ancestors of Qingyunmen, and Do you want to go in?'

Mr. Ghost suffocated and looked at the ghost. He only saw that the ghost looked solemn, and his expression was serious and serious. It was hard to believe that there was no such thing. Mr. Ghost looked at him for a long time, as if with a wry smile, and shook his head slightly.

The old man looked at the ghost and then at Mr. Ghost. His face gradually faded, and the sharp light in his eyes gradually brightened. He said lightly, 'It seems that no matter what, both of you have bad intentions towards Qingyun. It's just that the old man has been guarded for many years. If you want to ravage here, you can cross the old body first.'

He said so indifferently, facing the two mysterious and strange figures in front of him, he slowly stood up straight.

In the early morning, among the dense forests of the mountain, the crisp sound of birds coming from a long distance suddenly stopped and disappeared. Only the mist all over the mountain was still floating around them.

The decades of life seem to have flowed quietly in this silence, turning into fine lines in the corners of the eyes.

Mr. Ghost suddenly said, 'Is your left hand all right?'

Gui Li and the old man were stunned at the same time. Gui Li did not understand why Mr. Ghost suddenly came up with such inexplicable words, but the old man's body shook obviously, and his eyes stared at Mr. Ghost and could no longer leave.

In the early morning, in the mist, the old man stared for a long time, and suddenly took a long breath, and the stunned expression on his face gradually disappeared. He said slowly, "Is it you?"

Mr. Ghost smiled and said, 'It's me.'

He paused for a moment and looked at the old man's face. Even his voice suddenly sighed with a little emotion and said, "Why are you so old over the years?" Looking at you like this, who knows that you are the famous Qingyunmen Wan Jianyi in those years!'

The old man heard the word "ten thousand sword" in his ear, and his body suddenly trembled, just like these three words were like three sharp blades, one knife and one stabbed in his heart. Even on his face, which was deeply scarred by the years, there was a look of excitement that had not been seen for

'One thousand swords, hey hey, ten thousand swords...'

He said the name in a low voice, with a complex and painful look on his face.

Gui Li frowned aside. He had also heard of the name Wan Jianyi when he was a disciple of Qingyunmen many years ago, but he never thought that this legendary figure, who had passed away for many years, was still alive in the world, let alone unexpected that the dispute between the elders of Qingyunmen today. As a result, the Cangsong Taoist betrayed the peerless figure of Qingyun and turned into such an inconspicuous old man.

The cold wind blew by, sweeping the clothes of the three people. In this misty mountain like a dream, the past seems to echo here.

Until the old man who used to be ten thousand swords, who once looked down on the world, but now his face is full of wrinkles, slowly raised his head.

'Puff', a soft sound came from his hand. Gui Li and Mr. Gui looked at the same time and saw the fine gray powder falling. The broken broom in the hand of the ten thousand sword was actually crushed and scattered all over the ground when he was in agitated mood.

The mountain wind blew and blew away the powder on the ground little by little. Wan Jian stared at what was still in his hand for a moment, but now disappeared. Then, he looked up at Mr. Ghost and said word by word, "If it hadn't been for you, I would have been disabled. I have always remembered your kindness to me."

Mr. Ghost said lightly, 'You and I were like the old man at first sight, and there was the wise monk in the wilderness of the northwest...'

The ghost who had been standing aside silently suddenly shook his body, and his eyes were full of light.

Mr. Ghost and Na Wan Jianyi did not notice the change of Gui Li's expression next to him at this moment, and continued: 'Although the three of us are different, we always meet each other. Now that Puzhi has passed away for many years, you have already broken the news. Unexpectedly, we can meet again today, and it is not in vain for me to come to Qingyun Mountain. The meaning of the words is sighing, but I can't help sighing.

The originally tense expression on Wan Jianyi's face gradually relaxed at this moment. He sighed and said, "Yes, I didn't think that I could see my old friend again... Stop!'

In the middle of his words, his voice suddenly became rapid and he shouted, but the ghost turned around silently. He didn't want to listen to the two people involved in the past, and was about to walk to the Huanyue Cave.

Wan Jian snorted coldly, and he didn't see how his body shook. He just raised his hand, and his dry palm suddenly seemed to have grown a thousand times longer, and grabbed it from behind like a huge claw.

The ghost's footsteps suffocated and did not look back. The shaking of his wrist flashed above his head, drawing a round pattern in the air. For a moment, the light was bright. It was the Taiji map, which was shining. Wan Jianyi's giant claws were held by the blue light and was shocked back in an instant. However, in this moment, Wan Jianyi's originally dry body had been blocked in front of the ghost, but a stunned expression reappeared on his face, saying, 'Taiji Xuanqing Road? Who the hell are you?'

Mr. Ghost's voice came from behind him, saying, 'He is a big shot of the Demon King Sect today!'

Gui Li frowned, but he still didn't say anything.

Wan Jian looked at him a few times, nodded and said, "So you are Zhang Xiaofan, who was expelled from the mountain gate by Qingyunmen ten years ago and defected to the magic religion?"

The ghost's face was as cold as frost, and he said in a cold voice, 'get out of the way.'

Wan Jianyi didn't mean to give way at all, but after a moment of searching up and down, he suddenly sighed and said, "It's really amazing that Brother Tian can teach such a disciple like you."

Gui Li's face moved, but then he snorted, and a little arrogance appeared on his face, as if the famous swords of those years were nothing, he went straight up. Wan Jian stood up straight and stood with his hands behind his back, but he had no intention of retreating.

Seeing that the two were getting closer and closer, Wan Jian suddenly frowned and his body rose from the ground. Almost at the same time, the ground under his feet cracked in an instant, and the soul-eating soul flashing with cold blue and black specter suddenly shot out of the land under his feet and chased after him.

Wan Jian was alone in mid-air, his body swayed, and suddenly shouted loudly, shaking left and right. Unexpectedly, he grabbed the flying soul-eating with his bare hands. The blood-eating beads at the top of the soul were red for a moment, and wislits of dark red blood lit up, mixed with the black light, and rushed away without hesitation.

The black air rolled, the red light flashed darkly, and the surroundings seemed to be dark in an instant, but Wan Jian rushed down, and all the harsh breaths seemed to have no effect on him. Gui Li's face changed. It can be said that it was the first time he had seen such a character.

Seeing that Wan Jianyi was about to hold the murderous object of the world in his hand, but at this moment, suddenly in the black gas and red light, on the surface of the blood-eating beads at the top of the soul, a strange pattern suddenly emerged from the depths of the beads. From small to large, from the dark to bright, and instantly stood The word "wan" in the true words of Buddhism is a strong and pure power of harmony, but it is mixed with a bit of weirdness, which shakes back the palm of ten thousand swords.

Wan Jianyi retreated with Gui Li at the same time, and the magic weapon in mid-air also flew back into Gui Li's hands.

Wan Jian paused in the air alone, his face was slightly pale, staring at the ghost, and said word by word: 'Dafan Prajna!'

The ghost's face was expressionless, but his heart was shocked. The high level of humane behavior in front of him was really unfathomable. In more than ten years, it was the first time that he had seen a person who could resist the soul-eating demon power empty-handed.

He was shocked here, but he didn't know that Wan Jianyi in front of him was also surprised. Wan Jianyi himself was a stunning and peerless figure in those years. Daoxing was far better than the people in the same family. Except for a Taoist Xuanzhen who could be compared with him, he did not pay attention to other characters. Although he suffered misfortune and his fate was bumpy, today in the face of this junior, the innate arrogance in his heart is still the same.

It was just a fight with Gui Li, which surprised him a lot. The demon power of blood-eating beads was strange and fierce. Although he was safe in appearance, it had already affected his blood. After that, the Buddha's true Dfan Prajna, which was displayed by Gui Li, was integrated with the true Dharma of Taoism and Demon Sect, and there was no gap. Even his cultivation had no way to do. He was forced back, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

The cold wind is blowing through the field, and the mist is gently drifting, and it has begun to disperse.

Wan Jian looked at the ghost for a long time, nodded and said, "Sure enough, there are talents in the country. I didn't expect that in the rest of my life, I could meet such a person like you, which is also a way to live up to me."

Gui Li frowned and didn't quite understand the meaning of Wan Jian's words. However, Mr. Ghost stood behind, but he sighed in a low voice, as if he was also lamenting that after many years of his old friend, the ardent ambition in his heart remained unchanged. But it was when he sighed that the strange light flashed in his eyes and stared at Wan Jianyi.

Gui Li said coldly, 'Let's get out of the way.'

As soon as Wan Jian looked at him, the young man was indifferent and arrogant in front of him, and his expression suddenly became so familiar. He suddenly laughed, with a little sour expression, but then he was occupied by a wave of pride. He smiled and said, 'Okay, okay, okay, it's really a young man. People in the world should not be put in the eyes! It's just that if you want to go there, just use your real ability!'

The ghost roared fiercely, and without saying much, he leaned up. Wan Jian's pupil contracted and suddenly retreated. He flew to the edge of the dense forest. He grabbed a pine tree the size of a person's arms with his right hand and shouted loudly. In an instant, the surroundings were shaken. In the rumble, the huge pine tree was forcibly uprooted by him, like a huge arm across the air.

At this moment, Wan Jian holds a huge tree in his hand and stands proudly in the air. How can there be any obscene appearance as before? Seeing his high-willed spirit, his face was excited and his eyebrows were all open, which was exactly what he looked like in those years.

'Come on, 'Wan Jian shouted loudly, like thunder, 'You have blood-eating beads, so let's see how my blue cloud giant tree is?'

His body shook, and the giant tree danced in an instant. The sound of 'woo-woo' was extremely fast in a blink of an eye. The sky was full of tree shadows, rushing all over the sky. The wind was so strong that no other sounds could be heard.

The ghost's face changed greatly, and it tossed in the shadow of the tree. The huge tree storm was like a surging wave, and it was like an endless tide. Wave after wave, one wave was higher than wave, chasing under the blue sky, and a mountain of mist seemed to tremble.

When the wind passes through the forest, it turns into a strong wind and turns into a whirlpool in mid-air, devouring everything in the world. The ghost is in the center of the whirlpool, surrounded by tree shadows. The strong wind blows the face like a knife, as if he is careless, and he is going to be cut

Wan Jianyi laughed wildly, as if he had returned to the years when he once dominated the world, and his expression on his face was even more excited, and he was absorbed in the ghost. In the storm, the ghost suddenly gritted his teeth and saw the shadow of the tree in front of him like a mountain, but this time he did not dodge. His right hand was raised, and the soul-eating flashed with a dark red light and flew out. With a 'pop' in the shadow of thousands of trees, he nailed to the tree body accurately. Go around, where you pass, the trunk bursts and the debris flies.

In a moment, one-third of the trunk of the giant tree has been eaten away by this demon power, but Wan Jian's face did not smile. With a long smile, his left hand was cut across the air. The trunk was swept by the invisible strong wind, and was immediately cut off like tofu. The front trunk, shrouded in red light, seemed to moan in a blink of an eye, turned into powder and scattered in the wind.

But the ten thousand swords in front of him will hold up the remaining trunk, like the sky, powerful and invincible. The shadow of the tree disappeared in a blink of an eye, the storm stopped, the strong wind stopped, and everything in the world stopped breathing in an instant, staring at the figure flying in the air!

He fell from the sky, shouted loudly, and raised the wood and bombarded it.

The strong wind roared and harshly came. On the ground three feet, there was a 'boom' sound, and all the sand and stones flew out in an instant. Only the ghost was fierce, his clothes were stirring, his face was pale, and he staring at the huge tree falling from the sky.

The strange roar was like thunder, and it came in a blink of an eye. The ghost's fierce teeth clenched, and suddenly his hands danced. The Taijitu kept turning quickly and rising above his head, in front of the tree trunk like thunder.

The two strands collided in mid-air, and even the land and peaks around them seemed to shake. The ground under the feet of the ghost stood, and its feet had fallen into the earth.

In front of the trunk, it was vigorously forced by Taiji Xuanqing Road. It burst all, and the wood chips flew randomly. In a blink of an eye, it turned into powder and disappeared. But after that, the trunk of the tree suddenly forced down and stabbed down from the flashing Tai Chi pattern of blue light. Gui Li's face turned white again, and the soul-eating demon light was more prosperous. The true words of Buddhism appeared again. Just under the Taiji pattern, the golden light flashed and suddenly laid another layer.

The strong wind roared, and it was almost impossible to breathe in the field. The wind was raging. The two men fought with each other in the dense forest of the green mountains. No one could see their face, but the shadow flashed faintly.

Wan Jian's face looked excited, and even the deep wrinkles had disappeared at this moment, as if the young years ago had returned to him at this time.

The time when I was once excited and proud of the world!

He looked up to the sky and roared like a dragon roaring. The feeling of the strong wind on his face was like the burning blood all over his body!

He rushed down with a laugh, and his whole body burst out on the trunk of the tree, and all the practice in his life burst out like flames.

The true words of Buddhism dissipated in an instant!

The layers of pressure were like mountains and seas. The corners of the ghost's mouth were bleeding, and a flush suddenly appeared in his pale face. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spewed out and sprinkled on the soul-eating.

Drops of blood, quietly melted in it, and the cold breath echoed from the deep heart.

His eyes suddenly turned blood red!

At this critical moment, suddenly, the strong wind roaring all over the sky stopped, and the murderous intention disappeared. The figure as powerful as a god in the air suddenly began to shake and gradually became powerless.

A dark shadow quickly swept away from behind Wan Jianyi, and the ghost's long-standing true method lost its suppression in an instant, and immediately burst out. The blue light and golden light, the dark red demon power, and the integration of the three true methods instantly went up against the sky and hit the chest of Wan Jianyi. In an instant, the sound of The falling beads keep crackling. It keeps crackling. Wan Jian paused in mid-air and did not fly out, but his body suddenly softened. From the chest, the muscles of his whole body seemed to lose support and began to shrink irreparable.

Gui Li was stunned. The next moment, he couldn't help hugging Wan Jianyi's body. In his hand, the old body told him again that he was such an old man. When he turned over, he clearly saw that there was a black palm print clearly printed on the back of Wan Jianyi.

Gui Li fell to the ground with Wan Jian in his arms. He and Wan Jian, who was gasping, turned his head at the same time. The shadow standing in the scattered mist was Mr. Ghost.

The ghost's eyes are like a demon fire, burning brightly, and he said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Mr. Ghost ignored him, but looked at Wan Jianyi. The old man who was dying at this moment was also staring at him, but the expression in his eyes was much more complicated.

The black veil on Mr. Ghost's face fluttered gently. I don't know if he was also excited, but his voice was still so flat: 'For so many years, are you still like this? Do you always trust your friends so much that you are not at all?

Wan Jian opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he spewed out a mouth full of blood. His face turned pale quickly, as if life was quietly leaving him.

Then, he smiled gently. In the blood and bitterness, he smiled faintly, turned his head and looked at the ghost.

That look, somehow, is a little soft at this moment.

Gui Li took a deep breath, and suddenly his eyes turned out to be hot. The old man, who was still fighting for life and death at the previous moment, made him afraid to look at each other. He silently put down the old man, stood up, and whispered, "If you have a dragon-killing sword in your hand, I will never be your opponent."

As soon as Wan Jian looked at the young man, he held his hands tightly, and his body seemed to tremble slightly. Then, Gui Li turned around and stared at Mr. Ghost. Mr. Ghost did not avoid his eyes, and even the disdainful and disgusted eyes in Ghost's eyes, he didn't seem to care at all.

Gui Li stared at him silently for a while, and then said nothing. He turned his head and walked into the mountain road of Huanyue Cave, and soon disappeared.

There were only two people left in the field.

Mr. Ghost slowly walked to the side of Wan Jianyi. The powerless old man lay on the ground, slowly raised his eyes and looked at him, and blood still gushed out of the corners of his mouth.

At this time, suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps from the distance, but someone came down the mountain, walked through the mist, and was about to walk here.

Mr. Ghost's face changed, the shadow shook, and disappeared into the mist in an instant.

After a while, Lin Jingyu's figure flashed out of the mist and came to the field to see all this clearly.

The original faint smile froze in an instant, and an unbelievable expression occupied his eyes. The old man who had been with him for ten years was covered with blood and lying weakly on the ground.

'Ah! ......'

Lin Jingyu rushed over with a trace of despair, but did not find it at all. Behind him, a dark shadow flashed by.