When Ouyang Bai saw that Ye Xiaochuan wanted to leave, he did not force it. He just smiled slightly and took his daughter and the two twin brothers and disciples Yukong to fly towards the Langya Immortal Sect on the mountainside.
Before leaving, Ouyang Caiyu glared at him with a hateful look, like a little venomous snake. That sinister look sent shivers down Ye Xiaochuan's back.
The sun has set, and the surroundings are dark. Except for the sound of nuns chanting Buddhist scriptures coming from Jixiang Temple not far away, there is almost no other sound.
Ye Xiaochuan sat down on the nanmu, breathing heavily.
I was really too reckless just now. I shouldn't have offended the Langya Immortal Sect for money. Cangyun Sect has a good relationship with Kaysapa Temple, and has no grudges with several other big monk temples in the world, but its relationship with the nunnery temple is average.
Just like that.
There are all nunneries in the world like Jixiang Nunnery in Bodhi Mountain, and you can even guess who is behind the scenes of Jishi Nunnery in front of you.
For the sake of Ji Shi'an, who has a bad relationship with the Cangyun Sect, and offended the Langya Immortal Sect, who almost wears the same pants as the Cangyun Sect, this deal is really not worth it.
If the master knew what he had done today, he would definitely punish him severely, and maybe Master Yunhe would lock him up on the Siguo Cliff for three months.
He sighed, feeling very depressed.
Yang Jiu bravely walked over and called out twice: "Immortal Ye..." This brought him back from his thoughts.
Ye Xiaochuan immediately said: "I offended the Langya Immortal Sect for you today. I will definitely be punished after I return to the mountain. You must compensate for my losses!"
Now was a good time for extortion. Ye Xiaochuan immediately focused on Yang Dashanren, an old fat sheep. He originally thought that his master had a fate with the ancestors of the Yang family, so Nanmu planned to sell half of it.
Half a gift, now it’s less than 10,000 taels of silver, so I’m in a hurry with him.
Yang Dashan was also a knowledgeable person. He immediately nodded hurriedly and said, "That's easy to say. Ye Shaoxia is a disciple of Taoist Master Qingfeng. How about moving to a humble abode and letting me fulfill my duties as a landlord?"
Ye Xiaochuan rolled his eyes and said immediately: "Originally I didn't plan to go to your house to bother you, but since my master is related to your ancestors and your family still enshrines my master's portrait, I should go over and pay a visit. It just so happens that we
Let’s sum up the issue of the price of nanmu and lead the way.”
When Ye Xiaochuan was preparing to get his first pot of gold from the Yang family, a single-masted boat floated on the Yangtze River outside Hanyang City and anchored at Hanyang Ferry.
In the darkness, you can see a beautiful woman in flowing white clothes standing on the deck of the boat. She is holding a snow-white sword and her face is as cold as frost. Ordinary mortals would hardly dare to look directly at this woman in white.
This woman is naturally Cangyun Men Yun Qiyou.
Three days ago, Yun Qiyou, Ning Xiangruo, and Yang Liudi met Baili Yuan and learned that Ye Xiaochuan was missing in the Yangtze River waterway. After discussion, the four women divided into three groups along the Yangtze River.
I went down to inquire about Ye Xiaochuan.
Others didn't have any useful clues, but Zhan Chen in Yun Qiyou's hand and Wu Feng in Ye Xiaochuan's hand had an extremely subtle connection with each other, so Yun Qiyou was looking in the right direction.
From Baili Yuan's description of Ye Xiaochuan's torn clothes and Qiankun bag found under the Wolaiye reef waters that day, Yun Qiyou deduced that Ye Xiaochuan was afraid of floating naked in the Yangtze River.
Finally, two days ago, she accidentally learned from the conversation of the young lady on a flower boat that four days ago, there was indeed a young man without clothes lying on a huge tree, asking people for money on every boat.
After eating and wearing clothes, one of the young ladies generously took off her bellyband and threw it away. As a result, the mortified young man ran away with red face and ears.
Yun Qiyou was very sure that the drifter on the river was Ye Xiaochuan.
Calculating the drifting speed of the driftwood, Ye Xiaochuan should have floated near Hanyang City now. She asked the boat boss to inquire about it. Sure enough, she soon found out that this afternoon, a young man came ashore from the ferry carrying a three-foot-long golden nanmu.
, said it was going to be sold to Mr. Yang Dashan.
This is Ye Xiaochuan's behavior.
So Yun Qiyou also disembarked from Hanyang Ferry.
Hanyang Ferry is not big, and it is far less busy than the Xifengcheng Ferry thousands of miles away. At night, except for a few lanterns floating in the darkness, there are almost no people on the ferry.
Yun Qiyou went ashore and prepared to go to Xifeng City to find out where the Yang family was. The ferry was still some distance from the city gate and they needed to pass through a small forest.
Yun Qiyou was about to walk out of the woods, only a few hundred feet away from the city gate, when suddenly, a deep piano sound came from the quiet woods.
The sound of the piano is very slow, like the mournful cry of an ape, which makes people feel sad and can't help but shed tears.
Yun Qiyou didn't pay attention at first, but when she felt that her mood was actually sad along with the music, she suddenly stopped.
Her heartbeat also became very strange at this moment, and it seemed to be changing with the strange tone!
Yun Qiyou's expression changed slightly.
With her current way of doing things, with her heart as solid as a rock and her concentration so deep, she could be affected by the sounds of external objects. This is simply unheard of!
Yun Qiyou tightly grasped the Chen-Zhan Divine Sword in her hand and turned around slowly. Her cold eyes slowly scanned the surroundings, trying to find the source of the music, but she soon discovered that she could not find it.
From what direction did the sound come?
This shocked her again.
She said calmly: "Who is pretending to be a ghost here? If you don't show up, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"
"A heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend in the world!"
A very old and hoarse voice slowly came out from the woods. The voice was very slow and sad, as if a wise man who had seen through the reincarnation of the world was lamenting the misery of life.
Yun Qiyou couldn't help but feel slightly moved by the artistic conception of being so cold at high places and having no sound in the world.
But the next moment, her exquisite body had already soared into the air. As Zhan Chen unsheathed, the white sword light cut through the darkness, and hundreds of white qi swords shot towards the small pine forest to the east of the road.
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Almost instantly, the sound of the piano changed from the slow and unpretentious tone before, like the sound of mountains and flowing water, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.
A sound wave and air wave swept out from the woods as the music of the piano changed, forming countless weird weapons, including swords and axes. In an instant, these weapons formed by the sound wave and air wave moved Yun Qiyou.
The hundreds of white qi swords were completely broken, and they continued to attack Yun Qiyou with unabated momentum.
Yun Qiyou's expression finally changed, and he whistled softly, the sound was like cutting ice and snow, cool and sharp.
A thin stream of smoky sword energy shot out from Zhan Chen's sword edge. As that sword energy sped up, the countless strange weapons that were flying towards him instantly collapsed.
The sweeping sound wave was suddenly blocked, making a loud bang, and a large gash was opened by the sword energy.
