The wind and rain became stronger and stronger, and the rumbling thunder resounded through the sky. Yun Qiyou sat cross-legged in the depression of the mountain wall, avoiding the wind and rain, with the Demon-Suppressing Guqin and the Chen-Zhanping Divine Sword quietly placed on her knees.
At this moment, she was like a sculpture in the wind and rain, motionless.
This storm lasted for a long time. It had been raining for half an hour and it still had no intention of stopping. Yun Qiyou also had no intention of leaving. She was still thinking about the origin of Mount Sumeru in her mind.
She now has a feeling that the origin of the name of Mount Xumi for thousands of years is related to the cliff behind Guanzizai Peak.
Xuan Ying is hiding nearby, but now I can't discover the secret for a while.
While thinking about it, suddenly, in the violent storm, lightning and thunder, a man's miserable cry seemed to be heard from the noisy wind and rain.
The sound was almost inaudible amid the rumbling rain and thunder, but how good is Yun Qiyou? All the subtle changes around her could not escape her ears.
She suddenly opened her eyes, and instantly grabbed Zhan Chen's sword hilt with one hand. Just as she was about to take action, she saw a figure rolling down the rock wall above her head like a rock washed down by heavy rain.
It fell into the muddy water at the foot of the mountain wall.
There were still many branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree chopped down by Yun Qiyou under the mountain wall. His figure disappeared instantly after smashing into them.
Yun Qiyou frowned. If she had seen correctly the sudden glance just now, the figure that fell from the mountain above her head should be Ye Xiaochuan. She didn't see the face clearly. She only felt that the face was very big, like a monster. She just
I saw what appeared to be a bladeless sword carried on the back of the figure.
Just as she was wondering, a few more things fell from above.
An emerald green jade flute less than two feet long and a jade stone the size of a head were thrown in the direction where the figure disappeared.
This jade flute is okay, after all, it is not heavy. The head-sized piece of jade is different, it weighs at least twenty or thirty kilograms. It seemed to have hit the person in the muddy water. I heard an ouch from below. It was probably
It was hit hard.
Yun Qiyou carried the Demon Suppressing Guqin on his back and jumped down from the depression in the rock wall about ten feet above the ground with a bladeless sword in hand.
He had just landed on the ground and was about to use his sword to pick away the fallen branches and leaves of countless bodhi trees on the ground.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from below. It was full of mud and water, like a ghost claw sticking out from the ground.
A moment later, when Yun Qiyou saw the man crawling up in the muddy water, he was immediately stunned. There was a look of joy in his eyes, but then he became weird.
Ye Xiaochuan was in a very embarrassed state at the moment. He was beaten badly by Xuan Ying. Three of his ribs were broken, his right arm was fractured, and his left ankle was dislocated.
Xuan Ying is no longer a human being, she is more like a beast, with a very strong sense of territoriality. If it is her thing, no one can get involved.
She didn't expect that Ye Xiaochuan would secretly cut a large piece of ice jade while she was away from the ice cave.
What a complete piece of ice jade, this brat was willing to dig out a piece of it, and now the whole piece of ancient ice jade has completely lost its beauty.
If she hadn't wanted to see if Wu Feng and Zhan Chen could change their fate against the will of heaven, if she hadn't gotten the ghost magic that she had been thinking about for thousands of years from Ye Xiaochuan, she wouldn't have broken Ye Xiaochuan's bones and beat him into a pig's head.
Simple.
Ye Xiaochuan really turned into a pig's head. I don't know what method Xuan Ying used to put the big head of the porcupine that had been dead for many days on Ye Xiaochuan's head.
Now Ye Xiaochuan climbed up from the muddy water. He couldn't see anything in front of him. He was carrying a porcupine head weighing several dozen kilograms on his shoulders. Since his right arm was broken, he reluctantly tried to pull the pig's head from the head with his left hand.
I went down and tried several times without success.
The porcupine had been killed for more than ten days. Although it was placed in front of the Ice Jade Terrace for safety, it inevitably had some peculiar smell. Now Ye Xiaochuan only felt fishy, smelly, and extremely disgusting. He swore that he would never eat pork again.
After making the vow, he felt a little bit addicted. Pork was his hobby, and it was really hard for him not to eat pork for the rest of his life, so he finally decided not to eat pig head meat forever.
He was sitting in the wind and rain, still grabbing the porcupine's head with his left hand, completely unaware that Yun Qiyou, dressed in white as snow, was standing next to him, looking at him with a strange look on his face.
Hearing Ye Xiaochuan's groaning, cursing and swearing voice coming from the porcupine's big head, Yun Qiyou was finally sure that the person carrying the black porcupine's head was Ye Xiaochuan.
The white sword light flashed past, and the porcupine's head was split open by Zhan Chen's sword, and Ye Xiaochuan's head was immediately exposed.
Now his entire face was invisible. He had been punched hard by Xuan Ying several times. His eyes were black and blue, his cheeks were swollen, and his face was covered with weird things.
The red part should be blood, and the white part should be porcupine brains. They were all over his face. After being soaked by the heavy rain, his whole face looked like it had experienced a landslide. It was disgusting and ugly. Yun Qiyou recognized it.
After waiting for a long time, I was finally sure that this guy was Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan was drenched until he saw the light of day again. He thought that Xuan Ying had split the pig's head just now, and was about to kneel down and cry for mercy. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the person standing next to him was not the terrifying female devil, but someone familiar to him.
Another female devil.
The white clothes were wetted by the water and stuck to the skin. The black body was also wet, but the green jade hairpin inserted diagonally on the top of the head was still crystal clear, as if there had been no change.
"why you?"
Ye Xiaochuan was horrified and sat slumped in the mud with a very wonderful expression.
It's so embarrassing.
Ye Xiaochuan would rather the female devil in linen clothes standing in front of him at this moment than Yun Qiyou who is of the same clan and origin.
If we say, the bed-wetting incident a while ago is a permanent pain in his life.
So, at this moment, there is another pain in his life that can never be erased.
I was embarrassed by wearing a pig head, and Yun Qiyou saw me. I couldn't survive, I definitely wouldn't survive.
At this moment, he could only glare fiercely at Yun Qiyou, who was standing in the wind and rain, and then threatened in a very bad tone: "If you dare to tell what happened today, I will never end it with you!"
Yun Qiyou is not the kind of person who remains indifferent when threatened by others. Retaliation is inevitable, not to mention that the other party is Ye Xiaochuan.
She stretched out her hand and dragged Ye Xiaochuan to the nearby rock, where the wind and rain were lighter, and then Ye Xiaochuan's miserable howling did not stop despite the wind and rain.
This was not Yun Qiyou beating Ye Xiaochuan. After all, she was from the same sect and of the same lineage. She would not attack her fellow disciples for no reason. Ye Xiaochuan was howling like a slaughtering pig. It was Yun Qiyou who was setting his bones and treating his injuries.
