The two rushed into the cave. The rocks at their feet were covered with mottled blood. In their field of vision, Ye Lao, covered in blood, was lying quietly next to the sword-making furnace, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The fire in the sword-making furnace has long since burned out, and scarlet coals are scattered everywhere. There are still some dark iron slag on the ground, which is like the cooling product of the molten iron splashed out in the sword-making furnace, and the tools used for refining.
They were also scattered all over the place.
Ye Lao was lying in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. His breath was so weak that even Bei Mingye couldn't feel it.
Bei Mingye's face changed dramatically, and he rushed forward, quickly helping up the seriously injured Ye Lao. At the same time, he placed a hand on his back, and the true energy in his body poured into his body continuously, maintaining his weak vitality.
After a while, Bei Mingye was sweating profusely and his face became paler.
Yesterday, he just spent his true energy to suppress the cold energy in Shu Yao's body. He had already exhausted it too much, and now he was forcing Ye Lao to maintain his vitality.
Even though Bei Mingye's cultivation level was unparalleled and his martial arts had reached the state of transformation, he still felt that it was too much for him at this time.
His martial arts are so high that in the eyes of the world, he is considered a first-class god, but after all, he is not a true god, and he has his limits.
Bei Mingye was sweating profusely, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. He was obviously exhausted internally. At this moment, Ye Lao, who was seriously injured and dying, had his eyes opened tremblingly.
"Old man, what happened? Who hurt you like this!"
"...You, boy...are finally here..." Ye Lao spoke intermittently. Every time he exhaled, it was like a heavy object was pressing on his chest, causing extreme pain.
The majestic old man now became extremely embarrassed, his face was gray, his body was covered in blood, and his whole body seemed to be rickety.
Obviously, his internal organs were shattered and his meridians were completely severed. There was no way he could be saved!
Then, Ye Lao pointed at the entrance of the cave with his trembling fingers, and said angrily: "Boy, don't worry about it...I, hurry...go after it, a medicine man...snatched...the Qiankun Spin Knife."
Shu Yao's heart suddenly rose to her throat, but she still suppressed the emotions in her heart, quickly leaned down and comforted her: "Don't worry about this, just rest in peace and recover first, we will talk about the rest later!"
As she spoke, she took out a pill from her waist, stuffed it into Ye Lao's mouth, and asked him to take it.
Who are they and why do they want to snatch the Qiankun Spin Knife? How did they get Ye Lao to train the magic weapon?
These questions suddenly emerged in Shu Yao's heart, wandering in her mind over and over again.
But Ye Lao was seriously injured and dying because of that knife. No matter how anxious Shu Yao was at this moment, she could only put it aside for the time being.
"Girl... I... am already... a person who is about to die. How can there be anything... in the future..."
"Boy, you have to... be careful, that is, is, a poisonous person covered with poisonous sores..." Ye Lao stared at his big eyes, couldn't take a breath, and suddenly spit out a big mouthful of black blood, including his nose and eyes.
, black blood oozed from his ears.
"Old man..." Bei Mingye was so frightened that his breathing became rapid. His original deep voice revealed endless worry and sorrow.
Shu Yao took a closer look and couldn't help but feel horrified, "Ye Lao has been poisoned for too long, too deep, and the Hundred Poison Pills are useless..." There was no way to save him, he really couldn't say anything.
This poison is very overbearing. Obviously, Ye Lao has been poisoned for a long time, and even the Hundred Poison Pills she refined are useless.
"No, old man, I won't let anything happen to you..." Bei Mingye helped Ye Lao sit up, then sat cross-legged behind the old man, switching from conveying Qi with one hand to condensing internal energy with both hands.
In an instant, a powerful burst of true energy pressed against Ye Lao's vest, and the billowing inner breath poured into Ye Lao's body, forcibly hanging his life!
"Old man, don't give up, you can't die!" He knew clearly that the pill couldn't save him, but he still deceived himself.
The vast amount of zhenqi entered the body, but Ye Lao was still dying, but there was a little fluorescence surging in his turbid eyes. "Don't waste any more... internal energy, it's useless..."
Although Ye Lao's breath was weak, he could still feel his tone trembling. He never expected that the Qiankun Revolving Knife would be snatched away as soon as it was forged, "Girl... the magic weapon didn't hold on..."
Shu Yao felt very uncomfortable in her heart, her nose felt sore, and the tears that filled her eyes fell, "Ye Lao, stop talking, it's this junior who is sorry for you. If this junior hadn't begged Bei Mingye, Ye Lao wouldn't have..."
Ye Lao's face was filled with a grayish look of death, his lips were black, and the last sparkle in his eyes was slowly dissipating, "Girl... you... don't blame yourself... you and... Boy Ye... go after... maybe...
…Maybe it’s not too late.”
His voice was as thin as mist, as if it would dissipate in the next second, "The poisonous man... left a message before leaving... If you want to get back... the magic weapon, go to... Ze... Zetian Mountains...
…”
"Zetian Mountains?!" Shu Yao asked doubtfully.
"He said... he wanted to use the Qiankun Revolving Knife... to destroy... to destroy the dragon... the dragon's veins..." Ye Lao tremblingly pulled at the corner of Shu Yao's clothes, and looked at the woman in front of him as if begging with his big old hands.
.
Ye Lao used up his last bit of strength and murmured: "Girl... I... I have never... never seen this boy love and care for a woman so much... Please... be kind..."
Before he finished speaking, the old palm fell weakly to the ground, and his head slowly hung down, and the last trace of life in his body completely disappeared.
"Old man!" Bei Mingye asked tremblingly at first, and then cried out sadly through gritted teeth.
Ye Lao was his only close friend, but he died violently because of him.
He knew what Mr. Ye wanted to say to her in his last sentence. He knew that only this old man would care about him from the bottom of his heart.
It is said that they are close friends, but the care they show is more like that of one's own junior.
This old man lost his son in his later years. Perhaps he saw the shadow of his son in himself, and at the same time, he also made up for that love in himself.
Isn't this majestic old man loved like his father?
And the relationship between him and Ye Lao is more than just a friendship? Years of emotions exploded at this moment!
Bei Mingye was filled with grief and anger, his vision blurred with tears, and he looked up to the sky and screamed in pain.
"Bei Mingye?!" Shu Yao was so frightened that she rushed over to help him.
This arrogant and violent man was actually trembling slightly at this moment. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. A few strands of hair fell down to cover his closed eyes.
Suddenly, a drop of crystal tears fell down her face. It was cold and hot. Shu Yao was shocked by this drop of tears.
A man who is so arrogant and cruel in killing can be so sad!
Only then did Shu Yao understand what this old man meant to Bei Mingye?
Perhaps, it was only in front of this old man that Bei Mingye took off all disguises and defenses. He was not the Lord of the Nether Palace, not the boss of the ghost market, and not some young master Wu Jue!
Facing this old man, he lost his anger, hid his pride, shed his evil spirit, and took off all his disguises, because, in this world, this old man was the only one who would treat him well no matter the cost...
And now, the only person who could do this to him is dead!
Shu Yao looked at Bei Mingye, and for a moment she didn't know how to comfort him. She patted the man's shoulder and said sadly: "General Ye, let's bury him properly. The deceased is the most important person, so he should be buried in peace!"
When Bei Mingye heard this, he nodded silently, and then stood up a little slumped, even at that moment his figure was shaking.
However, he still picked up the old man's body firmly and walked slowly towards the entrance of the cave.
The two buried Ye Lao in the back mountain. When the bluestone tombstone was erected, Bei Mingye also slowly backed away, looking at the lonely grave thoughtfully, and stood there for a long time.
His slender fingers concentrated their internal energy, and when they were an arm's length away from the tombstone, the energy flowed outward from their fingertips.
In an instant, the four characters "Ye Lao's Tomb" engraved by internal force suddenly appeared in front of me.
Such profound strength must have come at a heavy price. Obviously, his energy was almost exhausted.
Shu Yao wanted to do it for him, but he refused.
After a while, Bei Mingye spoke slowly, his voice as calm as water, almost frighteningly indifferent, and it was simply not the emotion that a flesh-and-blood person could express.
"Old man, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you. No matter it is a poisonous person or something, I will definitely twist off that person's head with my own hands, skin and bones, and cut his body into thousands of pieces to pay homage to you.
Dead souls."
Shu Yao turned her head to look at him. It was dusk, and the afterglow of the evening shone on his mournful face. The bloody sunset was reflected in his cold and charming peach blossom eyes, as if a sky-burning fire had risen in his eyes, shining brightly.
However, when the light fell into his eyes and was refracted, it was colder than the surrounding snow, making people feel inexplicably trembling and frightened.
Shu Yao took two steps forward, stood in front of the grave, made a deep salute, and said solemnly: "Ye Lao, rest in peace under Jiuquan, we will definitely avenge you."
After saying that, he pulled Bei Mingye's sleeve and said, "It's time to go."
Bei Mingye looked away from the tombstone and nodded slightly towards Shu Yao, "Let's go!"
The voice is decisive and crisp, like cutting ice and snow, and it penetrates people with a cold voice.
It seemed that in just a moment, this man turned back into the Lord of Netherworld Palace, the decisive and ruthless Young Master Wu Jue!
By this time, the heavy snow had stopped and the sky was clear.
The two of them turned around and walked down the mountain, where the horses they came on were still tied.
The wind and snow were so heavy that it was difficult to climb the mountain on horseback, so they tied their horses at the foot of the mountain.
If they want to go to the Zetian Mountains, they can only ride horses.
"What is it about the Zetian Mountains that Mr. Ye mentioned?" Shu Yao asked as he walked.
Bei Mingye seemed to be a little interested, and rarely said seriously: "Every dynasty can be said to have its own dragon vein. As long as the dragon vein is destroyed, the dynasty will be overthrown and collapse..."
Shu Yao disagreed and disagreed, "Isn't this a bit superstitious?"
"Furthermore, if the dragon vein is so important, how could its location be easily discovered?"
"Easy?" Bei Mingye glanced at Shu Yao, the complicated expression in his eyes made her confused.
"Girl, in order to detect the location of the dragon vein of your third brother's house, our Netherworld Mansion also spent a huge price and hired countless Feng Shui masters from all over the world. It took seven years to find it but we still couldn't find it. You and I