Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One: The Storm in Yuzhou City (10,000 characters)
Mass graves in the north of the city.
The night was dark and the north wind was howling, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, making people shudder.
"It's better to use this evil-suppressing sword sparingly..."
An Jingqiang supported his body and buried the Suppressing Evil Sword, then sprinkled the snow on both sides, and left after making a perfect arrangement.
Even though there are few people in this mass grave, we can't be careless in the slightest.
Then he drove the thousand-year-old black anaconda back to the bottom of the Qinghe Pier.
Although the soul of the thousand-year-old black anaconda is gone, its powerful physical body and inner elixir still exist, and it can one day turn into a dragon.
After doing all this, An Jing only felt dizzy and dizzy. The powerful aftereffects of becoming a ghost began to surge up, making his limbs weak and feeling drowsy.
Coupled with the injuries caused by the battle with Puhui Bodhisattva and the burning of blood and essence, his face turned pale.
"There is one more problem..."
An Jing had not forgotten Shui Yue, and whispered to himself, "Li Fuzhou left, Shui Yue actually followed him secretly, forget it, once he has cultivated Gui Gu's mind method to the Erxuan realm, he can be completely enchanted.
..."
Once you reach the realm of Erxuan, you will not only be able to practice the paper man's death technique, but your skills in Guigu Huhun will also be greatly improved. By then, you will be able to completely defeat the second-level Shuiyue Huhun.
After taking a deep breath, An Jing burned all the blood-stained robes.
Then he carried a small medicine box and ran away according to the Qi movement in the moon body left in the water.
Along the way, I discovered that there were many people from the world around, and their target was Sanmiao Mountain. They looked hurriedly, as if they were searching for something.
"It seems that these people were attracted by the battle between me and Puhui Bodhisattva."
An Jing looked at the hurried figures in the dense forest around him and thought to himself.
However, this matter has nothing to do with him anymore.
Finally, An Jing found the moon figure in the water in the forest. At this moment, his eyes were a little dull. He looked at the birds standing on the branches and didn't know what kind of scene came to his mind.
After wiping off the ghost of Gui Gu on Shui Yue, An Jing carried the small medicine box and walked along the official road towards Yuzhou City.
"Um!?"
Shuiyue gradually woke up, feeling that her brain was swollen, as if it was going to explode, and she quickly looked around for her target.
When he saw the doctor walking along the official road, he let out a heavy breath, jumped up, and followed him quickly.
.........
Jishi Hall, the lights are dim.
No matter how late it is, among the thousands of lights, there is always one that lights up for him.
This is a kind of happiness.
"Madam, I'm back."
An Jing walked in from the side door and put the medicine box in his hand on the table.
"Why are you so weak?" Zhao Qingmei walked out and looked at An Jing strangely.
"I went up to the mountains today to search for herbs with the herb farmers, and I'm a little tired." An Jingqiang laughed.
"Are you so tired?"
When Zhao Qingmei heard this, she gently put her palm on An Jing's shoulder and squeezed it, saying, "Don't go there next time."
At the same time, she was also a little strange in her heart. Her husband also practiced some martial arts. Would he be so tired when he went up the mountain to collect medicine?
"Drink some water."
Zhao Qingmei picked up the teapot next to her and poured a cup of tea.
"It's okay, it's just once today. I haven't climbed a mountain for a long time and I feel a little unwell."
An Jing took the tea, drank it in one gulp, and said, "Where are the Tanyun people?"
Zhao Qingmei said: "She took little Hei Zai out for a walk. She should be back soon. Are you hungry?"
"Um."
An Ding nodded. He hadn't eaten for a day and his stomach really felt empty.
"Then I'll heat up some food for you."
Zhao Qingmei quickly walked into the kitchen and started to get busy.
Looking at the busy shadow and the light smoke in the kitchen.
An Jing couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart, and walked forward slowly.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Qingmei turned around and found An Jing standing in front of her. Less than a foot away, she could feel his warm breath and beating heart.
"I'm a little tired, I just want to hold you."
An Jing hugged Zhao Qingmei, feeling the warmth in his arms, and suddenly felt drowsy.
Zhao Qingmei patted An Jing's back distressedly and said: "You, just let the herb farmers and hunters go collect the herbs. Then give them more money. There is no need to do everything by yourself. Of course, you will be tired if you do this.
."
"Okay, okay, let's eat first and take a good rest after eating."
An Jing leaned on Zhao Qingmei's shoulder, feeling like he was about to fall asleep.
"I'm too tired from eating."
"I'm still tired after eating. I don't know how happy Tan Yun will be when I hear this."
"She and I are not of the same species."
"Yes, yes, eat quickly, otherwise it will get cold in a while."
A smile appeared on Zhao Qingmei's lips, "If you don't eat now, you may not have to eat when Tan Yun comes back."
"That's what the lady said."
When An Jing heard this, his heart suddenly shook.
If Madam can still eat some leftovers after eating, then Tan Yun is different, there are not even any leftovers...
Immediately, An Jing sat down obediently.
Zhao Qingmei brought all the food to the table.
Smelling the aroma of the food, An Jing felt his index finger move.
"Slower......."
Looking at An Jing feasting on a large piece of food, he said, "No one will compete with you."
"one more bowl."
An Jing finished the bowl in three mouthfuls, stretched out his hand and said.
Zhao Qingmei took the porcelain bowl and filled another large bowl.
"Madam, I find that your cooking skills have improved recently." An Jing said while eating.
"As long as you like to eat."
Under the dim light, Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing devouring food in front of her, and her heart was filled with excitement.
An Jing smiled and said, "I like to eat everything Madam makes."
"Husband."
"Um?
Zhao Qingmei thought for a while and said, "I have something to discuss with you."
"Say it."
"I want to save my family and go back."
"Promise me!?"
An Jing paused slightly in his hands.
Zhao Qingmei nodded and said: "Yes, there are some elders in the clan who watched me grow up. I want to go back and have a look, but it has been a while since I went back."
An Jing thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll go back with you then."
Zhao Qingmei went back alone, and he was worried no matter what, if he encountered a tough bandit...
Zhao Qingmei smiled and said: "Husband, please don't worry. You have forgotten that I didn't come to Yuzhou City with Tan Yun at the beginning. I also learned some boxing and kicking skills."
An Jing put down his chopsticks and said with a serious face: "That's different. Who can your three-legged cat fight against?"
"Husband, what happened to my three-legged cat kung fu? Do you still look down on me?"
Zhao Qingmei blinked and said, "You haven't practiced martial arts much, so it won't be the same if we go back together."
An Jing opened his mouth, and after a while he said: "That's different, anyway, I can definitely protect you."
"Husband, what will happen to this medical center when you leave?" Zhao Qingmei smiled in her heart.
"If we close it for two or three months first, the impact should not be big."
An Jing said.
Then he seemed to think of something and started to ponder.
He has been possessed by the black opportunity, and there may be murderous intent at any time. If Zhao Qingmei goes back to visit relatives, this is also an opportunity to solve the hidden danger.
But he felt uneasy about letting Zhao Qingmei go on the road alone.
"Um!?"
Suddenly, An Jing's eyes lit up and he had an idea in his mind.
There are two wooden men at the entrance of the cave. Their strength is around the third level. Even if they are a little bit worse, the two wooden men are more than enough to deal with one third level.
Although the third grade is at the bottom among the upper three grades, he is still a slightly famous master in the world.
The Lord of the Flying Eagle Castle who made a big fuss in Linjiang City and rushed into the Linhu Courtyard in an attempt to kill Jiang Hu was only a third-grade cultivation level.
Just as Zhao Qingmei was about to continue talking, An Jing said, "Let's discuss this matter when you are about to leave. There is no rush."
"good."
Zhao Qingmei smiled.
Not long after, An Jing had already eaten three large bowls of rice.
"Madam, I'm a little tired, so I'll go to bed today."
An Jing patted his belly with satisfaction and felt as if his eyelids were fighting.
"Go ahead."
Zhao Qingmei put away the dishes and chopsticks on the table.
An Jing walked slowly towards the bedroom. He just wanted to lie down quickly, feeling like his brain was about to explode.
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing's background, and her doubts deepened. How could he be so lethargic?
At this moment, Tan Yun walked in excitedly from outside the hall.
"Um!?"
Zhao Qingmei looked at Tan Yun, who was blushing, and raised her eyebrows slightly. Could it be that there was some good news?
"Miss, my uncle is back?"
Tan Yun took a deep breath and secretly glanced at the food in the pot.
"Back." Zhao Qingmei nodded.
After hearing this, Tan Yun secretly said that it was a pity that tonight's meal was very to her liking. She was planning to give herself an extra meal before going to bed, but now it seemed that she had no chance.
This thought just flashed through her mind, and then she quickly stepped forward and said, "Miss, I'll do it."
How dare she let Zhao Qingmei wash the dishes and chopsticks!?
"Is the investigation clear?"
Zhao Qingmei said in a message.
"Faxi Temple is closed!"
Tan Yun took a deep breath before slowly replying: "According to Fa Wu's revelation to the disciples, Puhui Bodhisattva encountered a ghost swordsman when he returned to Sanmiao Mountain, and was ultimately defeated by the ghost swordsman."
The Ghost Swordsman finally appears again!
I haven't heard his name for a long time. I didn't expect that he would appear again and do such an earth-shattering thing. How could Tan Yun not be excited?
"oh?"
Zhao Qingmei was surprised when she heard this.
Puhui Bodhisattva is a master at the master level. Even Lin Yiyang was defeated by him. How could the Ghost Swordsman defeat him?
Anyone who hears this news will find it unbelievable.
If this news spreads, its limelight will instantly overshadow the battle between Lin Yiyang and Puhui Bodhisattva during the day.
If An Jing were here, he would immediately curse this old monk in his heart for being unethical.
This is clearly news deliberately spread by Puhui Bodhisattva, and it has a profound intention.
The Ghost Swordsman concealed his identity, challenged him when he was injured, and finally 'borrowed' the relic. Puhui Bodhisattva spread the news, which effectively made the Ghost Swordsman's name known and attracted more people's attention to him.
There are both good and bad aspects to this, as it may help to gain fame, but it may also lead to flattery.
With excitement in Tan Yun's eyes, he said: "Miss, that ghost swordsman's strength is really unfathomable. He can even defeat a master. Isn't this terrible?"
During this period, she had been secretly investigating with the spies of the Ren Zong, but there was no news about this ghost swordsman. Unexpectedly, she couldn't find it even after breaking through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.
Unexpectedly, this ghost swordsman actually defeated Puhui Bodhisattva.
What a terrifying strength this is!?
Zhao Qingmei glanced at Tan Yun strangely, feeling a little puzzled. It is true that the ghost swordsman's strength is unfathomable, but what are you happy about?
"It is indeed terrible, but the truth of this matter is still unclear."
Zhao Qingmei thought for a moment and said calmly: "On Sanmiao Mountain, this person's cultivation level is only at the Earth Flower realm. How could he defeat Pu Hui?"
She has a clear view of Puhui Bodhisattva's strength. If the ghost swordsman can really defeat Puhui Bodhisattva, his strength is simply unimaginable.
Tan Yun also nodded, and then asked cautiously: "Miss, should we investigate this person's identity and recruit him into our Demon Cult? This is a good opportunity to strengthen the reputation of our Demon Cult."
Is this Tan Yun's brain enlightened?
Zhao Qingmei was a little surprised, then shook her head and said: "No need for the moment, this person's whereabouts are secretive, and his actions are unconstrained, making people wonder. He is obviously not a person who sticks to confinement. It may be difficult to subdue him.
Let’s talk about it after I come back…”
The Demon Sect Human Sect had secretly investigated the Ghost Swordsman before, but there were no clues. Instead, a lot of manpower and material resources were spent.
Now that Li Fuzhou has left Jiangnan Road and gone to Yujing City, and Huo Zhongyun and Ghost Faced Buddha are dead, there are no more manpower to investigate this person's identity, unless Shui Yue is asked to investigate.
"knew."
When Tan Yun heard this, her heart itched like a cat's paw, but she did not dare to disobey Zhao Qingmei's order.
Zhao Qingmei thought of something and said, "Where's the news from Shuiyue?"
Tan Yun quickly replied: "Water Protector said that my uncle went fishing this morning. He only went up the mountain to collect medicine in the morning and didn't go down the mountain until it was close to Hai..."
Tan Yun only spoke in general, and Shui Yue also said that his head was a little dizzy during the day, as if he was hallucinating... Naturally, Tan Yun did not dare to tell Zhao Qingmei this.
Listening carefully, this is clearly a dereliction of duty and irresponsibility. If Zhao Qingmei had found out, he would have dealt with it directly according to the canon rules.
Zhao Qingmei nodded and said nothing.
"By the way, Qi Yun's information has also been investigated."
Tan Yun continued: "The Great Master Yuhuai and Qi Yun are in Willow Villa thirty miles outside the city. It is said that Qi Yun dislikes the heavy smoke and fire in the city and is unhappy. He probably wants to do something casual.
"
Zhao Qingmei's heart stopped and she said: "I understand, you can go down and rest after washing the dishes."
She knew that now was not the best time to take action. The best time would be when she was about to leave Jiangnan Road.
"yes."
Tan Yun whispered.
.........
Yuzhou City, a quiet courtyard.
After the Xuanyi Guard's stronghold in Yuzhou City was destroyed, a new one was quickly chosen.
After all, Yuzhou City is not an ordinary city and requires Xuanyi Guards to take charge.
At the banquet in the lobby at this time.
Xi Yuanjun was sitting high at the top with a leisurely expression. At this moment, the dragon and phoenix rings that had drunk the blood of countless masters were placed aside, but he was holding an exquisite tambourine in his hand.
"Dong dong dong~!"
When the palms clap, it's like a shower, full of strong melody and beat.
The chopsticks in Jia Shiwu's hand hit the wine cup, making a crisp and sweet sound. They were clearly two incompatible sounds, but they sounded different.
Jia Meixian listened quietly and couldn't help but be fascinated.
"A little tired."
After a while, Xi Yuanjun stopped.
Hearing this, Jia Shiwu also put away the chopsticks in his hand, "I haven't been so relaxed for a long time."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Then the two looked at each other and laughed.
The beautiful maid next to them quickly stepped forward and filled their glasses with wine.
"Brother Jia, I haven't had a drink in several years."
Xi Yuanjun raised his glass and said.
"Seven years, a long time..."
Jia Shiwu's eyes were filled with memories, and he said: "Brother Xi came to my Lingnan Daobucheng last time, and the two of us drank until dawn."
I have acquaintances all over the world, how many close friends do I have?
Thinking of this, Jia Shiwu couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart. People like them, half of their bodies buried in the earth, how many seven years will they have left in this life?
Xi Yuanjun's cloudy eyes also held a rare smile, "Today, let us two have a good drink."
The two raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
"Brother Xi, there is no one around at this time, so you and I might as well speak directly."
Jia Shiwu pondered for a long time and said, "How...are you sure?"
Although in the Grand Master realm, one cannot extend one's life by three hundred years like a Grand Master, it can also strengthen one's muscles and bones, especially by tempering one's golden bones, so one can live for several more decades without much problem.
It is recorded in ancient books that the oldest master lived to be over one hundred and sixty years old, and most masters are also over a hundred years old.
For a half-step master, being able to reach the realm of a master is also a great opportunity in life.
Xi Yuanjun put down his wine glass heavily and slowly grew three fingers.
"Thirty percent?"
Jia Shiwu frowned when he saw this.
You must know that Xi Yuanjun has failed to break through this shackle before, and now he is only 30% sure of breaking through again.
Xi Yuanjun sighed heavily and said: "Brother Jia, do you know that it is difficult to be a master? There seems to be only one realm difference between a half-step master and a grandmaster, but their strength is very different. Otherwise, the swordsmanship wizard
Even Lin Yiyang, holding the Phoenix Sword, could not defeat the Bodhisattva Puhui, and the Bodhisattva Puhui had only been a master for three years."
Jia Shiwu fell silent.
If Xi Yuanjun only has 30%, what about him?
He estimated that it was less than 10%.
Basically, there is no chance at all. Once you fail to break through this shackles, it will be a blow to your energy and spirit, and it will even cause the original source to be lost, and your life span will be shortened rapidly.
There was a glint in Xi Yuanjun's eyes, "However, even if it's only 30%, Xi will still give it a try."
"Brother Xi."
Seeing this, Jia Shiwu thought for a while and said: "I heard that there is a strange elixir in Zhao Guo's Black Ice Platform, which can increase the probability of a half-step master's breakthrough to the master..."
Xi Yuanjun frowned, "Black Ice Platform? It's just a cult in the Zhao Kingdom. The blood-thirting pill has a control effect. After swallowing it, you will become a minion of Black Ice Platform. You will be driven by others and become slaves for the rest of your life, and your reputation will be ruined."
Destroy it, even if I, Xi Yuanjun, break through the shackles and die, there is no way I can swallow this blood-hating pill."
The systems of Zhao State and Dayan are completely different. If Yan State is based on royal power, then in Zhao State, the country is governed by religion.
Heibingtai is the largest sect in the Zhao Kingdom and the center of power rule. The class system is solidified and the levels are extremely strict. The people at the bottom are in the dark and can only follow their only belief.
The origin of this black ice platform is also extremely mysterious, no one knows who built it.
Thousands of years ago, it seemed to appear out of thin air. Some people said it was the legacy of the Qin Dynasty, while others speculated that it was the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. At the beginning, the Zhao Kingdom and the Great Zhou Dynasty were in conflict, and the Great Zhou Dynasty wanted to conquer the Zhao Kingdom.
He sent experts to build the Black Ice Platform in Zhao State, hoping to dismantle it from within.
I never thought that the Zhou Dynasty would fall apart first, fall apart, and be divided into nine parts.
However, Black Ice Platform lost the hand behind it and developed rapidly, gradually taking control of the entire Zhao Kingdom and forming a powerful country with Black Ice Platform as its axis.
There are different opinions about the origin of Black Ice Terrace, but no one seems to know his true origin.
Not only does Heibingtai have many masters under his command, but he also controls masters from Zhao and even all over the world through various means, among which the Blood-hating Pill is one of them.
It is said that the Blood Spirit Art flowed out from the Black Ice Platform. As for the truth, not many people know the truth except the Blood Spirit Sect Master Xue Lingzi, and this Blood Spirit Son has been dead for hundreds of years.
"Why."
When Jia Shiwu heard this, he sighed, "What Brother Xi said is true."
"Tap tap tap..."
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, and a gold-charactered catcher hurriedly walked in.
"Sir, regarding the Battle of Sanmiao Mountain, we have already investigated clearly."
"speak."
Xi Yuanjun said calmly.
There was cold sweat on the forehead of the golden-character catcher, and he said in a trembling voice: "It was Puhui Bodhisattva and the ghost swordsman who fought against each other. In the end, Puhui Bodhisattva was defeated by the ghost swordsman..."
Xi Yuanjun raised his eyebrows, as if he heard wrongly, "Can you say it again?"
Jia Shiwu also paused in his movements, showing a trace of surprise.
The golden-character catcher took a deep breath and said: "Pu Hui Bodhisattva met the ghost swordsman when he went up the mountain, and was ultimately defeated by the ghost swordsman."
"Ghost Swordsman!?"
Xi Yuanjun opened his eyes and was shocked.
"Puhui Bodhisattva has been defeated!?"
Jia Shiwu murmured.
Jia Meixian on the side was also stunned.
The grace of Puhui Bodhisattva is still in everyone's mind, and the majesty of that master has suppressed the peerless swordsman of the contemporary era.
But at this moment, the Universal Bodhisattva was defeated by the Ghost Swordsman. How could one not be shocked?
"That Puhui Bodhisattva must have been severely injured by Lin Yiyang."
Xi Yuanjun said firmly.
He also knows the strength of some ghost swordsmen. If they can directly defeat the master master, it is obviously impossible. There is only one possibility, that is, Puhui Bodhisattva was injured by Lin Yiyang, and then lost the fight with the ghost swordsman.
But despite this, the strength of this ghost swordsman is unfathomable, and may not even be lower than Lin Yiyang.
Jia Shiwu breathed out a heavy breath and said: "It's really terrible. There may be another terrible swordsman master in this world. I don't know why he hides his head and tail, and who his true identity is..."
Xi Yuanjun nodded, but there was a hint of gloom in his heart.
The Ghost Swordsman killed two big Tiangangs and is still wanted by his Xuanyi Guard. Most of the swordsman masters like these died without a cure, or they could only wait for the Xuanyi Guard Commander to take action.
"What a troubled time it has been."
After a long time, Xi Yuanjun sighed.
.........
Outside Yuzhou City, Willow Villa, bedroom.
At this moment, the sandalwood rose in the room, confusing my mind.
If you listen carefully, there seems to be a faint sound coming from it, and it gradually disappears after a while.
On the bed, the jade body lay lying on its side, covered by light gauze, which only made people's blood surge and couldn't help themselves.
This is a beautiful female crown.
Next to him, Qi Yun was leaning on the female crown's thigh, holding a piece of white powder in his hand.
The Zhenyi Sect is the state religion of Dayan. It controls the largest elixir business in the world today. The various sects from all over the world are even more numerous than the Caobang. Once the number of people increases, it will naturally be a mixed bag of fish and dragons, among which there are some who are dirty and dirty.
, naturally it is not humane.
"The scenery in Yuzhou is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful..."
Qi Yun chuckled and gently touched it with his palm.
At this moment, rapid footsteps were heard not far away.
"Put on your clothes first."
Qi Yun's expression suddenly changed, he grabbed the Taoist robe next to him and put it on himself.
Nv Guan, whose face was flushed, was also shocked and hurriedly searched for the clothes.
"Creak--!"
Qi Yun walked out slowly.
When he came face to face, he saw the frowning Master Yuhuai.
"Da Zhenren, what's going on?"
"Something big happened."
Master Yuhuai stepped forward and said: "The Ghost Swordsman has appeared."
"real?!"
Qi Yun felt happy when he heard this, but then he felt a little strange. This was obviously a good thing, so why was the Great Master Yuhuai frowning?
Master Yuhuai breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Not long ago on the mountainside of Sanmiao Mountain, the ghost swordsman defeated Puhui Bodhisattva."
"What!?"
Qi Yun was like a bolt from the blue and said: "You said the Ghost Swordsman really defeated the Bodhisattva Puhui?"
Master Yuhuai nodded, "This is the news leaked from Faxi Temple. It is 80% true. After all, spreading this news will not do any good for Buddhism."
Qi Yun was stunned.
The Ghost Swordsman actually defeated Puhui Bodhisattva!?
Master Yuhuai muttered: "In my opinion, we should not bother searching for this ghost swordsman. His strength is definitely not lower than Lin Yiyang's top swordsman. I am not his opponent."
With such terrifying strength, if he and Qi Yun went to look for him, they would undoubtedly be asking for death. If he didn't kill him, they would burn incense.
"There is something fishy about this..."
Qi Yun clenched his fists, feeling a little unwilling.
Master Yuhuai said: "In my opinion, it is better for us to go back early and stay here. I feel something is not good."
If he hadn't noticed that the ghost swordsman was a descendant of the Daluo sect, it would have made him feel more at ease. Now that the ghost swordsman is suspected to be a descendant of the Daluo sect, how could the Great Master Yuhuai not be worried?!
You must know that the previous leader of the Daluo Sect, Yan Shaoshan, died at the hands of the Zhenyi Sect.
It's really hard to say whether this ghost swordsman will seek revenge.
"Don't be anxious, great master." Qi Yun said calmly: "This matter may not be true. There may be something fishy in it. We still need to confirm it before making a decision."
"Besides, now that Xi Yuanjun is in Yuzhou City, can he really dare to come?"
If Da Luo's mental method was right in front of him and made him give up, he would be somewhat unwilling to do so.
"But....."
"Don't you think the Great Master Yuhuai thinks this is strange? You must know that during the battle at Sanmiao Mountain, this ghost swordsman was just entering the realm of earthly flowers for the first time."
"All right."
Master Yuhuai nodded. In fact, he was also filled with doubts.
This ghost swordsman is clearly in the Earth Flower realm, how could he be the opponent of the Universal Bodhisattva?
Is there really something fishy about this matter?
........
Overnight, with the spread of the news from Faxi Temple, the battle spread throughout Yuzhou City, but it has not yet completely fermented.
Until the next day, it was like a huge stone thrown into the vast lake, setting off huge waves. This news was even more shocking than the battle between Lin Yiyang and Puhui Bodhisattva.
After all, when Lin Yiyang challenged Puhui Bodhisattva, in everyone's eyes, Puhui Bodhisattva obviously had a greater chance of winning. Even if Lin Yiyang won, it would be more surprising that the ghost swordsman would not defeat Puhui Bodhisattva.
Who is Lin Yiyang? He is the head of the Yuheng Sword Sect. He has become famous at the age of seven and has been one of the swordsmen who have been famous in the world for more than thirty years. And who is the ghost swordsman? He is a great figure in Jiangnan Dao.
He is a figure, but compared with the giants in this world, he was obviously not a master of the same level before.
But now the Ghost Swordsman has defeated a master like Puhui Bodhisattva. This is really surprising.
For a time, the city of Yuzhou became abuzz with excitement, and the hustle and bustle was even louder than yesterday.
In the inn.
"A big event happened last night." A swordsman hurried over.
"What big event? Isn't it the battle between Lin Yiyang and Puhui Bodhisattva?" The companion next to him laughed and said, "Are you still living in a dream?"
Everyone around also chuckled.
After all, the unprecedented battle yesterday was something that most people could only see once in their lifetime.
"fart!"
The swordsman's face turned red, "I've got the latest news."
"What news can I have? Let's pack up and return. Yesterday was a worthwhile trip." The swordsman's companion smiled.
"This is definitely more terrible news than yesterday, several times more terrible."
The swordsman trembled.
"How can it be!"
Everyone around shook their heads, thinking that the swordsman was crazy.
The battle between Puhui Bodhisattva and Lin Yiyang, can there be more shocking news than this!?
The swordsman took a deep breath and said: "When Puhui Bodhisattva went to Sanmiao Mountain, he encountered the challenge of the ghost swordsman and lost to the ghost swordsman."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire inn fell silent.
It's like you can hear a pin drop on the ground.
"Really?" The fellow swordsman swallowed.
Who is Puhui Bodhisattva? He is a master at the master level.
"Is this a lie..."
The swordsman said solemnly: "Of course it is true. This matter came from Faxi Temple and has now gone viral. Maybe you are the only one who doesn't know..."
For an instant, everyone looked at each other, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
boom!
The next moment, the entire inn was like a volcano erupting.
And this is just a microcosm of somewhere in Yuzhou City.
.........
Early in the morning, the entire city of Yuzhou fell into madness, and everyone was discussing this matter.
This scene happened in various places in Yuzhou City, and even spread to the surrounding areas.
Homing pigeons and falcons flew in the sky almost without stopping for a moment, spreading the news about this place to all parts of the world.
In addition to being surprised, more people became curious and searched for the ghost swordsman's identity.
"Why are you arguing again so early in the morning?"
Lin Yiyang stood at the window and looked at the people talking downstairs.
Qiu Wanxia was packing her luggage and said: "Pu Hui Bodhisattva returned to the mountain last night and was challenged by a ghost swordsman. In the end, Pu Hui Bodhisattva lost."
"I see."
Lin Yiyang nodded slightly when he heard this.
"You are very calm."
Qiu Wanxia shook her head and smiled.
If ordinary people heard this, they would frown and look surprised, but in Lin Yiyang's eyes, there was no change in expression at all.
After all, in the eyes of others, he was defeated at the hands of Puhui Bodhisattva, and the ghost swordsman defeated Puhui Bodhisattva, which seemed to indirectly prove that he was not as good as the ghost swordsman.
Lin Yiyang said calmly: "Pu Hui Bodhisattva took my sword forcefully. Although he looked relaxed on the surface, he must have been severely injured. The swordsman took advantage of his injury to challenge him. So what if he wins?"
"Besides, in my opinion, Monk Puhui's strength is just mediocre. When I reach the sixth mirror, Sanhua will reach the master level with just one move."
Qiu Wanxia smiled and said: "Then we are now..."
"Go back to the mountain gate."
Lin Yiyang's mood was not affected at all by the appearance of the ghost swordsman. In fact, in his heart, Puhui Bodhisattva was not that great.
Besides, he was a universal Bodhisattva who was seriously injured by him.
And there is no one in the world who can make him like a swordsman.
"The food at the foot of the mountain is too unpalatable. The food cooked by my junior sister is better."
"Is this why you are so anxious to visit the mountain gate?" Qiu Wanxia asked with a raised eyebrow.
Lin Yiyang explained: "If you are not used to eating, your mood will naturally not be smooth, which will affect your mood when practicing swordsmanship. Besides, I have become accustomed to your taste over the past few decades."
Qiu Wanxia sighed slightly and said with some disappointment: "I don't want to go back in a hurry. I finally made it down the mountain. I think it would be good to play around and do some sightseeing. What do you think?"
When Lin Yiyang saw it, he quickly said with a serious face: "Appreciating more scenery expands your horizons and mind. It is also a kind of practice. Junior sister said it is true."
.........
Jishi Hall, bedroom.
A ray of sunlight slowly shines through the window lattice.
An Jing slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if he was going to explode.
"It seems that it will take at least ten days and a half. When the injury is fully recovered, the relic can be tempered."
"Wow!"
At this moment, a dazzling purple light emerged from the book on the ground.
"Hint: There is a purple opportunity in Willow Cottage."
However, his mind was a little dizzy at the moment, and he didn't notice the purple light released by the Book of Earth at all.
"Get up first."
An Jing rubbed his head, put on his clothes and walked towards the front of the hall.
Today is another sunny day that I haven’t seen for a long time.
Zhao Qingmei is sitting in front of the counter, with a book in front of her. The faint sunlight shines on her delicate face, making the pearls dizzy and the jade shining brightly.
The softness of the sun, the unique heroic spirit between the eyebrows, the sultry red lips, all kinds of rare and valuable qualities are integrated into one person.
It was like a period of time that had been sealed for a long time and was gently opened again.
It makes one's heart beat uncontrollably.
"Husband, are you awake?"
Hearing the footsteps, Zhao Qingmei raised her head and smiled.
"When I woke up, I felt that I had slept very comfortably."
An Jing stretched out his arms and looked at the door, "Why is this little teahouse so busy today?"
The little black boy was lying at the door basking in the sun. When he heard the noise, he glanced at An Jing, stood up slowly, shook his fur, and lay down in a more comfortable place.
Seeing this, An Jing couldn't help but sigh.
I don’t know that this little black boy has lived a life that many people dream of.
"It seems like something big happened."
Zhao Qingmei smiled: "Tan Yun went to the teahouse next door early in the morning. It is said that a new storyteller has arrived."
"oh?"
An Jing's heart moved, "Then I'm going to listen."
Doesn't this girl Tan Yun not like to listen to books on weekdays? Why is she so active this time?
"etc."
Zhao Qingmei grabbed An Jing and said, "Eat breakfast first."
"If I don't eat, I'm not hungry at all now."
An Jing smiled.
"elder brother."
Zhao Qingmei stepped forward and gently touched An Jing's chest with her fingers: "I spent an hour making the old hen soup, are you sure you don't want to eat it?"
When An Jing heard this, he quickly said: "Then let's eat this old hen first and then go."
Old hen, this is really good stuff, and my wife cooked it for an hour.
Thinking of this, An Jing hurried towards the stove and opened the pot lid with anticipation.
All I saw was that the iron pot was empty.
Not a drop of chicken soup is gone.
"Hey, where's the chicken soup?"
An Jing picked up the spatula and moved it.
Seeing this, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
At this moment, the little black boy ran over, put his two front feet on An Jing's legs, and kept sticking out his tongue.
"Did Tan Yun secretly drink my chicken soup?"
An Jing lifted the little black boy up and slipped him away.
That was the loving chicken soup that Zhao Qingmei had cooked for two hours, but he didn't even drink a drop.
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
The little black boy blinked with his big innocent eyes.
"Let's go and settle the accounts."
When An Jing saw this, he quickly walked out of the hall.
"Husband, don't you drink chicken soup?"
Zhao Qingmei said doubtfully.
"I'll go find Tan Yun to settle the score first."
After An Jing finished speaking, he walked straight towards the teahouse next to him.
"Settling accounts?"
Zhao Qingmei was a little puzzled when she heard this.
Inside Datong Teahouse, there was a lot of people and it was very lively.
When the teahouse waiter saw An Jing, he immediately smiled and said: "Dr. An, you are here to listen to a book today. What a coincidence. Today is very lively and interesting..."
"Brother, please bring some more tea."
A sound of clear drinking came.
The waiter said nothing and walked over quickly carrying the teapot.
At this time, on the stage, a storyteller was holding a gavel and speaking vividly.
"Snapped!"
A crisp voice sounded, and everyone was shocked. It seemed that a critical moment had been reached.
"This swordsman, his sword moves are strange and unparalleled. Liu Qingshan's Qingyang palm mark fell, and he threw the long sword in his hand. Guess what happened?"
Someone picked up the teacup and was startled when he heard the movement in his hand.
Everyone present was holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to speak, as they seemed to be recalling this scene in their minds.
An Jing was a little strange.
The storyteller sneered before continuing: "The flying sword turned into a stream of light, pierced the light of the main hall, fell like a meteor, directly pierced Liu Qingshan's palm print, and scratched Liu Qingshan's palm.
, then he straightened up and left gracefully, leaving only the sound of blood dripping in the hall."
"hiss--!"
Everyone in the teahouse gasped.
It suddenly dawned on An Jing that the storyteller was talking about the scene where he fought against Liu Qingshan in the Rotation Palace. He said it sounded familiar.
At this time, in the corner, a little maid in a red cotton-padded jacket was crossing her legs, holding melon seeds in her hand, listening with relish. Seeing that the storyteller stopped listening, she quickly stood up and said: "What happened next? You tell me.
, don’t take it for granted.”
"Yes, tell me quickly."
"What happened next?"
.........
An Jing walked over slowly and coughed lightly.
"Ahem!"
Hearing this voice, Tan Yun looked back and couldn't help but smile: "Uncle, why did you sleep today and didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning? How did you teach me before that the early bird catches the worm..."