Chapter 28 Endless Swordsman

After the two left the mountain and walked for a whole day, the Yizhu under Yan Song slowly reacted in his body. The sudden growth of mental power made him as energetic as during the day. At that time, he had a feeling that even if he did not sleep for a month, he would not feel any sleepy.

The golden pearl slowly moved from his lower Dantian to the upper Dantian, and then began to melt and scattered... from gold to silver, filling his whole body. His spiritual sensing distance suddenly reached 50 meters, and there was a upward trend. At the same time, his Yuxu walking method is even more like feathering Denghua. He jumps up and can rise a foot away from the ground. As a result, he will get out of the Yuxu again and rise by one foot. In the whole process, his body is as light as climbing a cloud. At a horizontal distance, the arrows rush out and then walk out of the Yuxu, like a wild geese, which can swing 20 meters at a time. If you step on the tip of the grass and the treetops, you can move 30 meters away at a time under the control of spiritual power.

In Yan Jia's opinion, this is already amazing. Even her father Yan Feng's light work is nothing more than that.

The harvest is not small, and Yan Song is naturally very happy. His mental strength has been significantly improved. When he is on his way during the day, he can practice walking and control the purple dragon beard. At night, he is not sleepy, and he can devote himself to mysterious cultivation and pulse deficiency. Every night, he will also take time to take care of the eagle eggs in the ring, hoping that it can hatch the eagle early.

After four or five days of such a life, the two walked all the way, crossing mountains, trekking mountains and rivers, eating and sleeping... On the afternoon of the fifth day, they walked out of a forest again and heard the faint sound of a waterfall in front of them from afar. According to the map, they have arrived at the location of the Wuya Sword School. The two looked at each other, and their eyes were no longer the original excitement, but replaced by solemnity and seriousness.

After they walked for an hour again and walked around a valley, a very shallow and wide flat lake suddenly appeared in front of them, quietly flowing into the distance. The source of the flat lake was one waterfall after another on a green mountain, like a white dragon, which gathered like a galaxy. Just halfway up the mountain, between the green pines and cypresses, a large area of carved beams and painted buildings is like a castle in the air, which contrasts with the waterfall, just like a fairyland on earth. There are vaguely a few figures, some dancing swords, some sitting, and some groups of three or five. I don't know where they are going. From afar, these people are all very young, wearing pale blue gowns. They should be disciples of the Wuya Sword School.

Seeing this situation, Yan Song and Yan Jia couldn't help pleasing the eyes and temporarily forgot their past enmity. They walked forward along the row of bluestones exposed on the Qingqianping Lake and soon came to the foot of the mountain. Here is a huge stone tablet three feet high, which is written in green font with the four words "Wai Jian School".

At this time, a tall young man suddenly appeared on the roadside and stopped them from going. He looked at the young Yan Song and Yan Jia arrogantly and asked them where they came from. When the two reported that they were doing Xuanbing business, the young man's attitude suddenly became respectful, leading them to pick up the steps and walk towards the wooden palace leaning against the cloud rock.

Along the way, the waterfalls and springs, birds and flowers are fragrant. The two followed the tall young man and quickly came to the gate of a hall. The tall young man took out a wooden card from his body, greeted the two disciples guarding the door, and led them into the palace. In the eyes is the marble floor, and the carved columns and painting buildings of red sandalwood are extremely luxurious. At first glance, it is not like a mysterious person, but more like the living environment of the people of the palace.

Yan Song and the two were taken directly to Xuanbing Hall. A middle-aged man dressed as the master of the hall received them. Seeing that the two were still young, the middle-aged man smiled and said very politely: "Our Wuya Sword School lives deep in the Longtan Tiger Cave, and there are many dangers around us. The two teenagers can come here smoothly. It can be seen that they must be their own name. The Monwang clan has unique skills. I don't know where the two heroes are and where they live. In the future, I will rely more on your mysterious soldiers!"

"It's just a small business in Ye Nancheng. It's not worth mentioning. Would you still inspect the goods first?" Yan Song bowed his hand and neatly took out 100 Xuanbing from the ring, and in a blink of an eye, he filled the hall of Xuanbing Hall.

When the middle-aged man heard the words, the smile on his face was slightly stiff. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him would say this, so he smiled and checked the 100 mysterious soldiers brought by the two. After a while, he finished the inspection, and then clapped his hands and shouted. He quickly took out five yellow crystal cards and two green crystal cards and handed them to his hands. The yellow crystal card is 10,000 gold coins, and the green crystal card is 100,000 gold coins, a total of 250,000 gold coins.

Seeing that the two of them put away the crystal card and turned around to leave, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Two friends have worked hard all the way. I have a superior guest room in Wuyajian School. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, just like a paradise outside the world. How about two more days?"

Hearing this, Yan Jia's body trembled, and her mind suddenly remembered the experience mentioned in Grandpa's consciousness not long ago. Wuya Sword School was the murderer of Grandpa. She couldn't wait to leave this place immediately: "No, we have to rush back overnight. There are other things to do at home."

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the words. Yan Song saw this and hurriedly pulled Yan Jia, bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "My sister is always afraid of strangers. The Wuya Sword School is well-known, and the scenery here is pleasant. Since the master is interested, my sister and brother are certainly willing to stay for two more days! Excuse me for bothering you.

The middle-aged man laughed when he heard the words and could meet the person who cast the mysterious soldier. Naturally, he was very excited. At this time, he ordered the tall young man to choose a high-class room for the two, and then sent them away. He tried to entertain the two in the evening, but was declined by Yan Song, and he didn't take it seriously. However, most of the swordsmiths liked idle clouds and wild cranes and did not like to show it in front of people. Naturally, he naturally knew this.

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"We can stay in a guest room!" Seeing that the tall young man had arranged a room for himself, Yan Jia immediately persuaded him.

Yan Song was stunned: "One room?"

Seeing that Yan Song's expression was complicated, Yan Jia punched her lower abdomen, but she was not very powerful. Then she said to the tall young man with the same complicated expression, "I'm timid. Don't worry about having my brother with me at night."

The young man nodded, handed the key to the room in front of them, then turned around, shook his head, and walked away meaningfully.

Yan Song looked at the distant back of the tall young man and suddenly giggled, "Hey, that big brother must have thought too much!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jia shuddered on his forehead and only heard the girl say angrily, "You think too much!" After saying that, he gasped the door and walked into the room.

After dinner, the two lay on their respective **, closing their eyes and resting. Yan Jia was very uncomfortable with the life here and always felt that the danger was around her. She asked Yan Song with some fear, "Do we really want to live here for a few days?" Guess whether the Wuya sword master will come to meet us tomorrow, in case he is the enemy who killed Grandpa? What if he sees that you look like grandpa and trace our identity?

"No force can provoke the swordsmith. When they jointly attacked and killed Grandpa, there must be a secret. At least I think we are safe now." After saying that, Yan Song got up and sat on ** and began to cultivate. His spirit was very full. He hasn't slept for a few days, and he still didn't feel sleepy at all. He knows that this does not mean that he doesn't have to sleep if he is mentally strong, but his current physique carries excessive mental strength and has reached excessive saturation.

The next morning, the two began to play within the scope stipulated by the Wuya Sword School. There were white apes hanging trees, and there were yellow cranes in the air. Not far away, there were disciples of the Wuya Sword School playing swords. With the waterfall, birds singing and swords, which was so uncomfortable.

The two of them are only 14 years old, describing them as still young, while most of the Wuya Sword School are sixteen or 17 years old and have grown into adults. In their eyes, these two are children and treat them very politely. A sound of "brother and sister" made the two forget to shout, and for a moment they almost forgot their grandfather's grievances.

The two turned around for a long time, and finally came to the foot of a mountain with more than a dozen disciples of the Wuya Sword School and sat down to chat. After Yan Song's reminder last night, Yan Jia's mouth was open, but she said endlessly. While commenting on the level of Xuanxiu, she talked about how she hunted fierce beasts. A lovely and pure girl said, which made several female disciples in blue around her laugh, and many male disciples in blue couldn't help blinking. He stared at the girl in green without blinking, with love in her eyes.

Yan Song, who was beside him, rarely spoke. A few stops were asked by others. He answered that he looked like a little adult and was also favored by non-girl disciples. The identity of boys and girls buying and selling Xuanbing was envied by people around them, and their approachable affinity made them the focus of attention for a while.

When a group of people were talking happily, someone suddenly coughed and whispered, "The disciples of the inner door are coming." At the end of the words, all the disciples in blue stopped laughing and talking, stood up respectfully one by one, and looked at the five disciples in purple who came down from a path on the mountain.

A person around Yan Song whispered to them, "We are all disciples of the outside. They are worthless. They are disciples of the Wuya Sword School and the geniuses who focus on cultivating the sword school!" After saying that, he immediately turned around and looked at the people in front of him very respectfully.

In the face of more than a dozen people who saluted them so respectfully, these talented disciples in purple talked to themselves as if they were nothing, and did not pay attention to them at all. One of the slightly smaller people said to a handsome young man next to him, "Brother Di Ren, in recent years, you have worshipped the Wuya Sword School and made rapid progress. At the age of 16, you broke through the Xuanshi level, which is more powerful than the genius Di Ba in your family. I think you are the first place in Ye Nan Xuanwu list this time!"

"Hum, I just didn't want to compete for the first place in the first two years. In my eyes, he is a genius, but his father is a patriarch and comes from a better background." The handsome young man said disdainfully.

Another disciple in purple beside him thought that he was very close to Di Ren. He walked casually and spoke casually. He laughed and said with a little deep meaning, "I said, brother, I naturally admire your strength, but I heard that the blue beauty among our disciples is also from Ye Nancheng. This time she also participated in it. Ye Nan's Xuanwu list, tut... It's really hard to say.

"Don't mention her!" Di Ren waved his hand with a disappointing face, "The inner disciple lost to her six months ago, and he may not lose to her now!"

When he spoke, he glanced at him inadvertently and saw Yan Song and Yan Jia among the disciples in Qingyi at the outer door. Although he did not recognize them, he also heard that there were two teenagers selling mysterious soldiers in the sword faction. The ice beauty made him feel unsmooth. This time, he saw two little ghosts living in society with genius qualifications, and his eyes were even more jealous and bored, so he unconsciously came forward.