Shangguan Pei walked into the Zen room expressionlessly. After the monk outside closed the door, he cut off the folding fan in his hand.
"A bunch of bald donkeys! Why don't you just eat fast and chant Buddha's name!"
The expression on his face became ferocious and twisted, but the monks guarding him outside could not hear him, so Shangguan Pei could only roar silently.
Along with the anger, there is also unconcealable panic and panic.
Things got messed up and he even had to be held accountable by Linglong Iron Sha. Shangguan Pei would never be able to bear the consequences.
Thinking of this, Shangguan Pei felt a sense of urgency that a disaster was imminent.
He must get away.
Just at this time, Shangguan Pei noticed something on the tea table in the Zen room, which was a letter.
He walked over, picked up the envelope, and opened it with a hint of caution.
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"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
In the cave simulated by the illusion of Taixu, Shen Yi slashed quickly with his sword, and the sword in his hand seemed to have magical power, tracing soul-catching tracks one after another.
Sand and gravel flew everywhere, and the sword light was raging. When the sword stopped, a huge word "kill" appeared on the ground.
"So strong."
This is a sword technique specially created for killing. The sword must hurt others, yourself, and the enemy. Each sword must consume the blood and internal energy, and damage yourself in order to use the sword. Shen Yi didn't know that it was in the temple.
Which monk created this sword? I only know that that person must have had an extremely determined murderous intention.
Only in this way can the Asura magical power in the Spiritual Dragon Iron Temple be turned into such a magic sword.
But even if this is a magic sword, this is too abnormal.
"So fast······"
Shen Yi stood with a sword in hand and looked at the large characters on the ground with murderous intent, "My sword skills are advancing too fast."
This kind of speed makes people feel abnormal.
Even if it is possible to crowdfund sword training, it should not be so fast.
When he was practicing swordsmanship, he felt like he was assisted by a god. His progress was unparalleled. The more he practiced his swordsmanship, the deeper he got, as if the memories of the past were reviving in him.
"Is it the effect of the remnant soul of Wu Hao?"
He looked at a human face flying around him, "Or is there some unknown reason?"
No matter what the reason was, this kind of happiness made Shen Yi feel unsteady. He felt like he was floating in the air, uncertain, and might lose control and fly away at any time.
And the only way to get rid of this feeling of unsteadiness is to practice!
Continuous practice and continuous use of the sword will erase this sense of unreliability and fully utilize this sword technique for one's own use.
Thinking of this, Shen Yi moved his sword again, and the murderous intention came again.
An hour and a half later.
When Kuuga pushed the door open again, a dark wind suddenly surged out from inside, making his eyes flash with light.
He looked intently and saw Shen Yi sitting cross-legged on the couch not far away, holding the sword in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and there was no wave on his calm face, but the knife mark between his eyebrows was at this moment.
Revealing an invisible ferocity.
"Feng Bo Ferry, Shangguan Pei will go by water," Kuuga walked closer and said softly, "The route and location have been told to you in advance. You have half an hour to go back and forth."
Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes. The dark eyes retreated before the light shone in his eyes. He nodded and said, "Okay."
He didn't ask Kuuga how he would arrange it, he just stood up, took the knife, and walked away very simply.
It seems that because of practicing swordsmanship, his behavior has become crisper.
But it is also possible that it is deeper.
When he went out, there was a slight fluctuation in Shen Yi's body, and his body was undulating like a reflection in the water. When he closed the door, he had already turned into a hollow, and even the monk's robes on his body were the same.
This is naturally the effect of the Zhaoyang Order.
The empty self in the meditation room was sitting in Shen Yi's original position, with the same indifferent fluctuations appearing on his body, and he turned into a bandaged Shen Yi.
Before Shen Yi comes back, he will replace Shen Yi here.
'really······'
Shen Yi, who was waiting for a moment outside the room, tightened the sword hidden in his sleeve and looked at the Zen room with eyes full of meaning.
If his guess was correct, he should be able to see another version of himself when he opens the door now.
"I don't know how many people like Kuuga there are."
He had always thought that the worldly sect in the Linglong Iron Temple was dominated by Kong Ming, Wu Ai and others. Now it seems that the previously unknown Kong Wo is the genuine one, Kong Ming is just a fool, and Wu Ai is even more of a fool.
Xibei goods.
These people are dormant in the Spirit Dragon Iron Cha. They themselves have not betrayed the Spirit Dragon Iron Cha, otherwise they would not cooperate with Chen Tianyuan to prevent Wu Ai's assassination, but if there is a chance, they would not mind taking revenge.
This is the most difficult thing, because there are still traces of traitors, and these people are gathered together just because they have a common enemy. It is better to catch them than to catch the traitors.
'And now, it seems that I have joined the gang.'
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Shen Yi maintained a poker face on the surface and left the temple from the medicine field of Yaowangyuan.
Due to the need for medicinal materials, Yakuo-in operated a medicinal field in a valley not far away. Kuuga quietly opened a trail in the valley so that he could sneak in and out at certain times.
When Shen Yi turned sideways to get out of a slit, the westward sunlight shone on his face, making it full of bright red.
He took out a jade vase from his arms, poured out a Bigu Pill and drank it. Then he ran into the forest and ran to the foot of Tianjing Mountain in a hurry, just in time to see the stream where he usually drew water for morning exercises.
One mile further along the stream, the stream merged into the river, and a small boat and a figure wearing a large bamboo hat and black robe came into view.
Shen Yi's appearance changed again, from an empty appearance to a faceless man, and the monk's robes were also replaced by a simple and elegant outfit.
Zhaoyang Ling's illusions were so fake that they looked real. When the man in the hat looked back, he was slightly startled when he saw Shen Yi's face.
He got directly into the boat.
And that man was also very straightforward. After a brief moment of confusion, he didn't ask any more questions. He just pushed the pole and the boat was lost, and it went straight down the current at an extremely fast speed.
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In less than a quarter of an hour, the small boat carried the two of them away from Tianjing Mountain, followed the increasingly wider waterway into the mountain gorge, passed two mountains, and saw a small town sitting on the riverside in the distance.
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Fengbodu is in that small town.
The boat slowed down, and Shen Yi sat on the stern of the boat, slowly holding the Chanti sword.
In reality, the Chanti Jie Dao is not as illusory as in the fantasy world. It is just a facade. It seems to have its own spirituality and is slightly resisting Shen Yi. However, when Shen Yi injects inner energy into his palm, it becomes stronger again.
became active.
The knife, which originally looked quite gloomy, was now infected with an air of evil thoughts and demons. Just looking at it gave me a deep feeling of being immersed in it.