Eight hundred miles west of Huangliang Daze is a vibrant jungle. Every spring and autumn, herbalists come in droves to collect herbs. Although there are many ferocious beasts in the forest, the harvest is huge.
In the Philippines, one harvest of medicinal herbs is often enough for an ordinary family to eat and drink for more than a month.
It was a scorching day in the sky, and there were few people in the forest, but three escaping lights flew side by side in mid-air. In just a few breaths, they landed deep in the jungle.
When the light dissipated, the figures inside were revealed. It was Liang Yan, Ah-Dai and Lin Shanjun who had rushed all the way here.
Not long ago, Liang Yan and Ah-Dai teamed up to attack the Qianyuan Holy Palace, not only bringing the sect known as the number one in Nanchui to chaos, but in the end they were able to escape intact.
After they left Huangliang Daze, they did not relax at all and flew continuously towards the west for another eight hundred miles before stopping for a moment in this jungle.
"Brother Liang!"
After Ah-Dai landed, he turned around, clasped his fists and said, "Thanks to Brother Liang for your help this time, Qianyuan Holy Palace and his party, you saved my wife and I in danger twice. I can't repay you for your great kindness. Please accept me."
A bow."
His face was solemn, and after he finished speaking, he bowed forward to the ground. Liang Yan laughed and reached out to help him up.
"Stop being so polite. It can only be said that Liang is unlucky. I have no choice but to make friends with an unlucky guy like you!" Liang Yan shrugged and made a helpless expression.
Lin Shanjun smiled softly and said: "No matter what, you gave us this life as a couple. From now on, as long as we have a destiny, we will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
Duan also nodded and said: "Tiger is absolutely right. I wonder what Brother Liang's plans are in the future?"
"Intend."
Liang Yan pondered for a moment and then said: "I am now only one step away from the sword pill. I plan to find a suitable place to complete the last three sword refinings."
"I see." Ah-Dai nodded and said, "I don't know much about swordsmanship. Since Brother Liang is at the last critical moment, can I be of use?"
"You can't help with this matter." Liang Yan shook his head, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Speaking of which, when I was in the Qianyuan Holy Palace before, I saw you transform into a demon wolf, and you seemed to lose your mind at that moment.
Caught in bloodthirsty murderous intent?"
"Brother Liang, you can see it too."
Ah-Dai smiled bitterly and said: "This is the fate of our demon wolf clan. While acquiring the innate magical powers, we will gradually lose our minds, fall into madness, and eventually turn into a monster who only knows how to kill. When the late emperor was in power, this was why
You have sinned against our clan and imprisoned us in a barren land for generations."
"Later, I went to Guanghan Mountain to learn Taoism, and gradually my demonic power receded. Over the course of thousands of years, I would only transform into a demonic wolf occasionally when I was most emotionally excited."
When Ah-Dai said this, he suddenly turned around again, touched Lin Tiger's cheek with some pity, and said softly: "Tiger has a special physique, and her essence and blood can soothe the desire to kill in my heart. If she hadn't been with her,
Around me, I’m afraid I’m no longer myself.”
After hearing this, Liang Yan couldn't help but be silent for a moment. He must know that the essence and blood in the monk's body is not ordinary blood, but comes from the hard work he spent many years cultivating, and the quantity is extremely limited.
However, in order to prevent Ah-Dai from going crazy, Mr. Lin apparently fed him blood more than once. It can only be said that this love has reached his bones.
"I didn't expect you to have such a past." Liang Yan patted Ah-Dai on the shoulder and asked, "What about you, what are your plans for the future?"
Ah-Dai and Lin Shanjun looked at each other, and seemed to know each other's thoughts. They turned around and said, "My identity as a demon clan has been exposed, and Shanjun has become a traitor to the sect. Now it can be said that there is no one like us in the entire Nanchui."
Now that she has a foothold, I plan to take her across the Sea of Fallen Souls and leave this place of right and wrong."
After hearing this, Liang Yan nodded and said: "That's fine, there is no room for you here, so why not just leave and become a pair of idle clouds and wild cranes."
Duan smiled slightly and said: "Brother Liang, do you want to leave with us? This time you have a deadly feud with the Qianyuan Holy Palace. Sooner or later, they will know your identity. Although you have superb swordsmanship and amazing magical powers, the so-called open gun trade
It's hard to avoid hidden arrows, I'm afraid these villains will find an opportunity to attack you."
"Yes." Lin Shanjun said with concern: "Master Yunli is very ambitious. Over the years, he has been trying to establish relations with the foreign monks behind Huang Shigong, so as to fulfill his long-cherished wish to unify Nanchui. You have suffered a heavy blow this time.
Qianyuan Holy Palace has probably become a thorn in his side and a thorn in his side, and he will definitely look for opportunities to secretly attack you in the future."
After listening to the two people's persuasion, Liang Yan smiled slightly and said: "To tell you the truth, I originally planned to leave this place and go to the Antarctic Fairy Continent, for no other reason than because my ancestors stayed in the Antarctic Fairy Continent for Liang.
Something happened!"
When he said this, he paused for a moment, and then spoke again: "It's just that I still have an unfulfilled obsession here, and I can't leave Nanchui for the time being. I apologize that Liang can't go with the two of you."
Lin Shanjun had a clever mind, and he was watching people's words at this moment. He suddenly covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Brother Liang's obsession is just because he wants to see someone again, right?"
Liang Yan was distracted by her words, so he just smiled and didn't say much.
Duan didn't know what happened between him and Tang Diexian, so he felt a little worried. After pondering for a moment, he took out a jade talisman from his sleeve.
There is a Bagua pattern painted on the jade talisman, and it is surrounded by densely packed runes, whose purpose is unknown.
"Brother Liang, no matter what, you are my most cherished friend in this life."
Ah-Dai handed the jade talisman to Liang Yan's hand and said solemnly: "If there is any use for me in the future, just crush the jade talisman. Thousands of miles away, mountains of swords and seas of fire, Lu will definitely come!"
Liang Yan's expression changed slightly after hearing this. He lowered his head and glanced at the jade talisman in his hand, knowing that this was an extremely solemn promise from a friend to him.
"good!"
He raised his hand to put the jade talisman away and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ah-Dai, thanks to your words, Liang is not a friend in vain! I hope you two will have smooth sailing in the future!"
Duan and Lin Shanjun looked at each other and laughed at the same time. The friendship between them no longer requires too many words. There are thousands of words, but in the end there are only four words:
"Brother Liang, take care!"
"Take care, both of you!"
Liang Yan laughed and didn't stop. He pinched the technique with one hand and turned it into a ray of light, galloping away in the southwest direction.
Ah-Dai and Lin Shanjun stopped at the same spot for a long time, until they saw Liang Yan's escape light completely disappearing in mid-air, then they made a magic trick to connect the escape light into one piece, and then headed towards the due north.
One month later, somewhere in Yi Country.
Here, there are towering green peaks, rolling mountains, green and steep mountains, covered with clouds and mist, and a winding river slowly flowing through. The mountains on both sides of the river are all deep green, and it really looks like an out-of-this-world beauty in an ancient painting.
And at the foot of a green mountain, a young woman was riding a horse. This woman was tall and wore a green dress with her hair tied up. She looked like she was in her early twenties, but she didn't have any youthful air about her. Instead, she looked mature and sophisticated.
Behind her, there were two young men riding horses, about twelve or three years old, both dressed as scholars. They looked frail, but their eyes were quite smart. They were looking left and right at the moment, as if they were very curious about everything around them.
The woman riding the horse is an outstanding member of the third generation of disciples of the Qingyu Sword Sect, named Wen Yanhan.
When Liang Yan infiltrated the Qingyu Sword Sect, this girl was only at the Qi Refining Stage. Now fifty years later, she has successfully broken through to the Foundation Building Stage, and her appearance has not changed much.
Qingyu Sword Sect is the only sword cultivating sect in Nanchui. Although its strength is not as strong as the five major sects, it can be regarded as the largest sect in a place like Yi Country. However, it has always been low-key and rarely interacts with others.
There are so many exchanges that some monks in remote areas don't even know that this sect exists.
Fifty years ago, the "Nine Nether Alliance" secretly planned to overthrow the five major sects, and also ran the "Suomingzhai" sect in Yiguo. It once suppressed the Qingyu Sword Sect, forcing the contemporary sect leader Mu Jianhan to
Close the mountain gate.
Later, Fang Liren and Buwen Jushi came here, and with their own strength, they eradicated the entire "Suomingzhai". With the help of San Xiaozi, the "Nine Nether Alliance" was defeated, and the Qingyu Sword Sect was reopened.
Mountain gate.
Now fifty years have passed, and the Qingyu Sword Sect has also recruited many talented cultivation seeds. The entire sect has begun to prosper, and everything is developing in a good direction.
As a third-generation disciple, Wen Yanhan successfully broke through to the early stage of foundation building with his talent and perseverance, and was highly valued by Wen Chuhua, the leader of "Su Jian Tang".
And when she came down from the mountain this time, she was entrusted by a certain elder of the sect to come down for him to bring two secular descendants into the sect.
These two people had no foundation in cultivation, and their bodies were still a little weak. Wen Yanhan thought over and over again, and finally did not take them to fly in the air. Instead, he bought three horses and returned to the sect leisurely all the way.
"Senior sister, is this the fairy mountain where our ancestors practiced Taoism? Why can't you see anything special about it?"
Behind Wen Yanhan, the young man on the left wearing a scarf and a tiger-like head suddenly asked.
"Ahu, I think you have been in the countryside for a long time. How can it be so easy to be discovered in this place where immortals live? Maybe you need to cast a spell and recite a spell to see the gate of the immortal family!" Another young man in white shirt laughed.
said.
When Wen Yanhan heard the argument between the two teenagers behind him, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, and said:
"Aaron is very considerate! Yes, our Qingyu Sword Sect has always kept a low profile. Fifty years ago, a tragic war broke out in the entire world of cultivation. Before that, the sect leader had already made preparations for a rainy day and used the inherited treasure of the cave.
Hiding the entire sect. Although the war is over now, the entrance to our sect is still hidden. Let alone you, even if some famous senior monks come, I’m afraid they won’t be able to find it!”
After hearing this, the boy in white shirt named "A-Long" couldn't help but grin. He felt that he had won another battle with "A-Hu" and showed a triumphant expression.
But "Ahu" had a face full of disdain, made a face at him behind his back, turned his head to the side, and never spoke to his companion again.
The three of them walked along the mountain road for a while, but Wen Yanhan suddenly patted the horse's back, causing the horse to gradually stop. The two teenagers who were originally following were a little puzzled. They looked up at the same time and discovered the corner ahead.
There was a man standing everywhere.
This man was dressed in gray and had a tall and tall figure with broad shoulders. He was smiling and standing with his hands behind his back, as if he was waiting for them on a special trip.
Wen Yanhan frowned. She didn't find any aura of a monk in this man. He looked like a strong ordinary person. However, if he were an ordinary mortal, he would never be able to pass through the ecstasy formation at the foot of the mountain.
"Could it be that he is a descendant of the Yiguo Cultivation Family and wants to join my Qingyu Sword Sect?"
The more she thought about it, the more likely it was, and she couldn't help but ask: "Which family are you a descendant of? Our Qingyu Sword Sect will start recruiting disciples in two months this year, so you are already early."
After hearing this, the man in gray clothes showed a strange look on his face, and suddenly smiled and said:
"Do you want to worship at the mountain gate? I have been here once before, but not this time."
"before?"
Wen Yanhan was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what he meant. However, the next moment, the man in gray directly revealed his realm, and a huge pressure swept over him.
"You are the golden elixir"
Wen Yanhan's face instantly turned pale as paper, and she pointed at the man in gray across from her, but he stuttered and couldn't utter a complete sentence at all.
"Liang Yan, I came here specifically to visit the head of your sect." The man in gray clothes calmed down his aura and stood there, laughing.
In fact, after Liang Yan separated from Ah-Dai and Lin Shanjun, he rushed to Yi Country non-stop to look for the Qingyu Sword Sect.
He has reached the most critical bottleneck in his practice of the Mayfly Sword Gang. The swordsmanship in the blood of the Evil Sword Immortal has been absorbed by him in the previous ninety-seven times of sword refining.
Now there are only three final sword refinements left to get the prototype of the sword pill.
The last three sword refining stages of the "Sword Seizing Technique" in the "Tao Sword Classic" are called the "Pan Transformation" stage. They can be said to be very special. They are not like "Injecting Spirits" and "Opening the Furnace", which can be practiced in seclusion on one's own.
To complete it, you need to use other people's kendo artistic conception to repeatedly refine yourself in order to complete the final advancement.
In order to successfully "turn pills" into pills, the "Tao Seeker" mentioned two methods in the book. One of them is to search for swordsmen of his peers to challenge, kill the enemy, and then use the secret technique in the "Sword Seizing Technique"
Absorb its artistic conception of swordsmanship and eventually turn it into your own use.
This method was too overbearing, and there were not so many sword cultivators in Nanchui for him to kill, so it was quickly rejected by Liang Yan.
As for the second method, it is to find a sword cultivating sect, go to their sword tomb, use the kendo artistic conception in the swords of the ancestors of the past generations to polish your own flying sword, and complete the last three sword refining stages of the "turning pill" stage.
Liang Yan thought about it and thought that for now, only the second method was feasible.
He rushed to Yi Kingdom without stopping, only to find that the entrance to the sect had long since been changed. With his magical powers, he could not find the sect's location.