Chapter 20zong

barren mountains, wild mountains.

The light fog in the morning, like a veil, covers the lush mountains. Hillside, grass and shrubs, and various flowers are blooming everywhere, emitting a faint fragrance.

The warm morning sun reflects the small dewdrops on the petals, reflecting the flowers crystal clear and beautiful.

Passing by this flower bush, the young man in blue suddenly stopped and gently smelled the fragrance of flowers. He looked at these colorful flowers and was unconsciously stunned.

Seeing this small flower in the mountain, do you think of the first time of love in the Qingzhu Xianju?

The beautiful girl put a flower on his head and deliberately laughed, "You look so beautiful wearing flowers!"

Then, he also learned from the girl's appearance, picked a flower and put it between the girl's hair, imitated the girl's tone and said, "Sister, you look so beautiful wearing flowers."

Deep, memory.

Now, it is also the time of spring in March, when hundreds of flowers are competing.

Yan Ji recalled that when he first came to this barren mountain, it was last year's autumn season. Autumn went to winter, and spring came after winter. In a blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

He spent half a year alone in this barren mountain, accompanied by the cold fairy sword.

Whenever he missed him, he waved his sword in his hand and turned his attention away.

In half a year, his cultivation has improved a lot. Whether it is the mysterious magic "Thirty-six Xuanshu" or the supreme sword secret "shocking eight styles", he is proficient in it.

Under his tireless hard practice, the true Taoist method "Taiyi Vientiane" has also reached the realm of Taiyi, which is only two steps away from the next big realm of Taiji. It sounds like these two steps are very close, but in fact, it is not the same thing. The later it is, the more difficult it is to break through the realm of cultivation. According to his own estimation, it will take at least ten years to reach the realm of "Taiji", not to mention the highest "infined" realm, which needs to be cultivated. How many years will it take to achieve?

Some strange changes in the body are also difficult to understand. In half a year, he obviously found that his eyes, ears and nose were more sensitive than before, and his bones became light and tough, as if he had experienced rebirth.

The Zhenli in his body is unprecedentedly strong, as if it has surpassed the effect brought by two red fruits, but the progress in the past six months has been several times better than what he has gained in four years of practice.

"Have you ever eaten that phoenix meat and drank phoenix blood?" Without an accurate explanation, Yan Ji can only infer like this.

Increasingly, Yan Ji held the rainbow sword in his hand and wandered aimlessly between the mountains and fields.

Unconsciously, he has left the barren mountain, and I don't know how long it took to get to the place where there were people.

In the desolate and withered small village, there are few merchants in the past, and it looks like a dead scene. Those ordinary villagers did not attract Yan Ji's attention and regarded them as nothing, because he did not pay attention at all, but was in a daze.

In the eyes of those villagers, this ragged young man in blue is also inconspicuous. The only thing that can attract attention is the sword in his hand. In their eyes, this man is just a lonely Jianghu ranger and a lonely swordsman.

"Why did you say that the above issued these annoying orders, and why did you arrest the young men and women of Sanqingguan alive? It made us afraid and didn't dare to do it, so that they all ran away.

When the three words "Sanqingguan" came to Yan Ji's ears, he immediately awakened his meditation. Yan Ji turned around like lightning and suddenly saw a group of people in black and trousers at the entrance of the village, embroidered with white dragons on their sleeves.

"Magic Religion!" Yan Ji's heart trembled, and the fairy sword in his hand buzzed slightly. In his originally calm and sad eyes, he suddenly felt murderous.

Yan Ji was about to fight, but suddenly heard a disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect complain: "Who knows? It's weird to act on it! He is always reluctant to do something to the people of Sanqingguan. Obviously, he is under house arrest, but he does not kill him. What do you think will happen if such a powerful person escapes!"

"Master!" Yan Ji suddenly stopped, "It turns out that Master is really not dead and has been imprisoned by them."

Yan Ji was overjoyed and quickly hid in the corner of the wall. After calming down, he began to think about how to save the master.

Those disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect entered the village, only bought some clean water food, and left in a hurry without delay.

Yan Ji didn't think much about it and decided to follow these people first to see if he could hear the place where the master was imprisoned before starting.

While walking, those disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect talked about it. Except for two words about Sanqingguan and Guangyi Zhenren in the village, they have never said a word since then. They are all irrelevant gossip.

After more than an hour, he came to the wilderness. Yan Ji finally couldn't stand it. Because he was anxious to get the whereabouts of his master, he decided to subdue these people and then forced them to ask them.

"Hum!"

Only a short sound of sword sound was heard, accompanied by a wisp of cyan light, and a disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect showed a blood stain on his throat and fell to the ground and died.

This is Master Yan Ji's unique skill taught by Guangyi. The way to defeat the enemy lies in a fast word. No matter how powerful the opponent is, as long as the sword in your hand passes his throat at a streamer speed before the enemy takes action, it will have won the enemy.

This is the third type of Guangyi's lifelong painstaking "Cangyun Six Swords", flowing through the line to quickly break the enemy, so that the enemy can't fight back.

"Where is my master imprisoned by you? Tell me quickly!" Yan Ji asked in a hurry and suddenly found that the question was wrong. How did these people know who he was, a ghost master who suddenly appeared? Yan Ji quickly changed his words and said, "Where is the Guangyi real person you just mentioned imprisoned? Tell me quickly, or he will end up with you."

Yan Ji shot a fierce light, and the tip of his sword pointed to the dead Holy Dragon disciple on the ground and shouted harshly.

In addition to the shock of those disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect, they have realized that this young man is a real disciple of Guangyi. He has never seen the disciples of Sanqingguan make such a fast ghost-like killing technique, which is a little similar to the "Thunder Sword" of the Zhenshan School.

Those people just wanted to sacrifice the magic weapon and fight back. Unexpectedly, Yan Ji had noticed their movements before they did it and ended their lives at lightning speed. The long sword in his hand rested on the shoulder of the last person and asked coldly, "Where is my master Guangyi?"

The disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect trembled when he saw this terrible killing speed, his hands and feet, his mouth trembled, and hesitated, "I, I really don't know."

While talking, a small black iron pill, the size of a nail, suddenly fell from the man's body. The iron pill fell to the ground and quickly burned. The smoke gathered into a cyan dragon and flew into the air, but it was a distress signal from the disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect to summon nearby companions.

Yan Ji hesitated for a long time and finally stabbed the sword into the man's throat.

This was the first time he killed in a sober state of mind. Looking at the frightened and frightened eyes of the disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect, there was a trace of sympathy and pity in his heart, and he was very reluctant to kill him.

"It's just such a simple sword, and a human life will be buried in my hands." Yan Ji read this sentence in a low voice.

Killing sounds like a very majestic and remarkable thing. If you can kill in an instant, you are a strong man above 10,000 people.

But when you really kill people, there is only horror, disgust, and full of evil feelings in my heart.

Because killing is a cruel and cold-blooded thing.

Everyone's life belongs to himself. Should he be ended by others?

When you are about to end your life, are you extremely reluctant? Why is my life decided by you?

Why on earth do people take the lives of others?

"What do I think so much? Have you thought about killing people so much? What if I kill them? They are just the evil outsiders who trample on other people's lives at will, and everyone will be killed.

Yan Ji suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly a few times.

In a moment, a group of disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect rushed here, about 30 or 50 people. Unlike the previous disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect, this group of people embroidered a winged Yinglong on their sleeves. It seems that the hierarchy in the Holy Dragon Sect is strict, and the disciples of each branch are marked by different dragons. .

Yan Ji hid in the dark and stared at this group of holy dragon disciples. The leader was a middle-aged man with a beard, a medium figure, a long square face, thick eyebrows and thick lips, and a red wine gourd hanging around his waist.

The middle-aged man squatted down and carefully examined the wounds between the necks of several dead disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect. After a long time, he doubted, "Is it the 'Thunder Sword' of the Yanshan School?"

After saying that, he took out the red gourd at his waist, poured two mouthfuls of wine into his throat, and then said to his subordinates, "Let's go. Let's leave this to the people in the hall. We have to rush back."

"Go back?" Yan Ji suddenly had a thought, "Can I follow these people back to their nest, and then find a way to sneak into it and inquire about the master's prison place?"

With this idea, Yan Ji immediately sneaked into the dark and closely followed these disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect.

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Tianzhu Mountain.

At sunset, the crimson glow reflects the lush valley, and a faint red glow is smeared on the green green leaves.

A huge beast walked slowly between the valleys, sniffing carefully with its huge nose empty on the ground, acting like a hound.

This giant beast is more than ten feet tall, with a dragon's head and sphinx, covered with water and blue scales, but it is an ancient mythical beast water unicorn. The appearance is no different from the red fire unicorn all over the body, but because it has been immersed in water for many years, the body has turned into a water color.

When Shui Qilin smelled carefully, he seemed to find something and rushed forward in a hurry. The three people behind Shui Qilin also followed closely. The three of them wore red, green and white robes respectively, which were the red dragon, green dragon and white dragons in the five dragon protection method of the Holy Dragon Sect.

The water unicorn stopped before running to a pool of blood and roared low.

The red dragon immediately hooked with the water unicorn with "spirituality" for a while, and then said to the green dragon and the white dragon, "This blood is the blood of the fire unicorn, but this blood has been here for a long time."

As he said, he couldn't help but be surprised: "The Kirin's blood is here. After months of sun and rain, it has not disappeared."