Ye Wujiang was tricked by two children into pursuing the wrong person, but he was actually not angry.
It was just that he felt embarrassed because of his wrong judgment, but in fact, it made him more interested in the difficulty, and he chased it into the mountains with great interest.
Zhao Changhe actually consciously misdirected his whereabouts when he entered the mountain. For example, he broke a branch on a certain trail and actually took another path. In the eyes of the master of stealing, these traces were clumsy and childish, but they were very interesting.
Come on, it's winter, and the mountains are full of snow. Your light skills can't leave a trace on the snow. No matter how you cover it up, or how you walk on the branches, in the eyes of knowledgeable people, these traces will be like a beacon guiding the way, directly.
Just follow along.
But the mountain is so big, it must be admitted that the time has dragged on for a long time. It is not easy to quickly find someone who deliberately hides. Fortunately, the agreed time is three days, and Ye Wujiang is still very confident that he will be there within three days.
Enough to find people.
But as he kept chasing, he gradually felt that something was wrong.
After crossing the two mountain tops, in the distance ahead is the place where the volcano once erupted. The rocks are no longer the same as the surrounding ones.
You can't usually see any difference in the rocks because they are covered with heavy snow and can only be seen when the snow melts.
There is no snow in front of me. Of course the snow is not natural... but there are extremely powerful people fighting fiercely here. The large-scale snow turns into a trickle under the cover of the blazing skills, and it looks like rejuvenation.
Where did the strong man come from to fight here? Zhao Changhe's level is definitely not at this level, and his strength is no worse than his own.
However, following the traces of melting snow as we entered the mountain, we could still find no traces of blood or body, nor could we find Zhao Changhe.
If Zhao Changhe was in this mountain, the distance would be enough for him to sense Jianwan's aura. However, Jianwan's aura was not there either... Could it be that he was not in this mountain?
That would be troublesome. The traces here are so messy that they can no longer be traced...
Ye Wujiang looked at the setting sun that had already set on the ground, and was dumbfounded. I am just playing a game with a junior, how can a master fight here and do bad things!
The sun has still set... Do I have to run around in the dark and try my luck to sense Kenmaru?
However, even if he tried his luck to sense the sword pill, he was destined to not be able to sense it.
Because Zhao Changhe had already entered the secret realm at this time.
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When Xia Chichi took Yang Qianyuan to find Liu Tu Deer, Zhao Changhe quickly headed northwest into the mountains.
There were not many people in the mountains in this winter, so it was very difficult to cover up and disturb the traces of my whereabouts. I felt that my footprints were clearly visible all the way, but I couldn't help it.
Fortunately, he was very familiar with climbing over mountains and ridges, so he ran extremely fast. Now he also had an added convenience - the dragon bird could be stored in the ring. This kind of space partition completely ignored the weight, and he instantly lost dozens of kilograms.
Zhao Changhe has never felt that his qinggong is so good. The treetops are light, the roc spreads its wings, and it is as light as a flying bird.
Soon we were almost at the top of the first hill.
Who says I am a stinky bear? Why do I have such an elegant bear?
Before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west.
Zhao Changhe thought this scene was quite beautiful. The setting sun reflected the snow, and the clouds and mountains were surrounded by mist. It was no worse than the setting sun reflecting on the long river.
The woodcutter's song came from afar: "The mountains and clouds separate the shore of the mortal world; when you look around, the sky and the earth are wide in the pot..."
Zhao Changhe listened and subconsciously slowed down.
Yes... If Tang Wanzhuang was here, he would probably have to slow down and take a look at the scenery along the way. When you come to Kunlun, do you remember what Kunlun looks like? How is Yuxu? What is Kungang?
What a pity... Such thoughts clearly flashed through my mind, but I still couldn't stop. After all, I was busy with things and didn't have that kind of time.
Wait until things are done and then look again.
Facing me, an old woodcutter walked down the mountain with two baskets of firewood on his shoulders.
It was freezing cold on the mountain, and the woodcutter was dressed in plain clothes. But this time, it was difficult for Zhao Changhe to judge whether the woodcutter was a master like he did when he saw Ye Wuji selling wontons. After all, sweating while collecting firewood may not necessarily be cold. Just from the fact that he was walking in the snow.
Looking at the deep footprints, it doesn't look that strong.
Zhao Changhe thought for a moment, then jumped from the treetop, used the crane control skill to suck out a coat from the ring, and handed it to the woodcutter: "Old man, it's cold when you go down the mountain, so please put on some extra clothes."
The woodcutter looked at him rather strangely and said with a smile: "In a land of evil people, why are you so worried?"
Zhao Changhe said: "My heart is with me, what does it have to do with the earth?"
The woodcutter laughed: "That makes sense, that makes sense..."
He put down the firewood, took out a wine gourd and took a sip: "I have my own wine to keep out the cold, and I don't wear other people's clothes. Little brother, take it back."
Zhao Changhe didn't force it. He took back his clothes, took off the gourd from his waist and took a sip. Suddenly he thought, damn, did Tian Lingzi's gourd still exist?
When the woodcutter saw that he was also drinking, he smiled and said, "Little brother, can you also keep out the cold?"
Zhao Changhe swayed the wine gourd: "The sky and the earth are only as wide as the pot."
Who doesn't know how to show off...
The woodcutter laughed heartily: "My heart is so anxious that it burns my body like flames. How can I be lenient?"
Zhao Changhe said: "In order to be more lenient in the future."
The woodcutter nodded: "Those who have their hearts burning with flames and transform into external forms are demons. The evil in Kunlun is nothing more than this. Little brother, be careful and don't wait until later."
Each bite was pulled in the direction of the fire. Did the woodcutter know his destination or was it a coincidence?
Zhao Changhe became cautious and asked: "What should I do if my heart becomes a demon?"
"External demons can be killed, but internal demons cannot be restrained. It's just love." The woodcutter leisurely picked up the firewood and continued down the mountain without saying anything more.
Zhao Changhe looked at his back and suddenly shouted: "When I finish my work and I am interested in visiting Kunlun, I can meet my husband for a drink."
The woodcutter smiled without looking back: "How did you find me?"
Zhao Changhe said: "If I welcome you to come down for a drink, you can leave me your address. Kunlun is a dangerous place, so it's okay if I don't tell you."
The woodcutter continued down the mountain.
The mountain breeze brought his ballad: "I live in three houses of clouds and water, with thousands of bamboo poles in the wind and moon. When I am in the puppet shed, I look up to the top of Kunlun. I am safe, and I will have no worries; when I travel, I see the world in the pot.
Width."
Zhao Changhe watched the woodcutter leave. Not only did he not feel that the woodcutter was showing off, but he actually quite liked this artistic conception. It seemed that his literary and youthful taste was not brought up by his evening makeup, but was inherent in his bones.
So it also goes well with evening makeup?
It's a pity that things are in a hurry, and it's been a long time since I played the piano.
Everyone is the same, so why not yourself when it comes to evening makeup?
Zhao Changhe sighed, continued to quicken his pace, and headed straight for the volcano.
I'm afraid Ye Wujiang has already chased me by now, and I really don't have time to savor anything here.
After climbing two more hills, the sunset was almost setting. If Jianmaru's instructions were correct, the secret place should be on the top of the hill ahead, which is where the people in Kunlun City once said that there was "Fire Kungang".
There are legends about this place, and of course it has been surveyed countless times by people digging into the ground. It is obviously the same as the legend of Gujian Lake and Xuanwu Lake, and a group of unlucky people cannot find it no matter how long they look for it.
Zhao Changhe didn't have much confidence if he came to find it by himself. He didn't rely on himself to crack the Xuanwu secret realm at all. It was the fate of Master Yuanxing... But this time, with the guidance of Jianwan, it would be useful to have it in hand.
Just as he was thinking this, flames suddenly broke out in the mountains ahead.
It was like a raging fire rushing into the sky, dyeing the clouds in all directions, and the sky above Kunlun became a fiery red illusion.
Of course, this is really an illusion, but the flames ahead are too ferocious, causing psychological oppression.
Looking closely, a woman was being surrounded by a group of gangsters.
The meaning of fire is not only radiated by women, but also by everyone... You can almost see that some people's eyes are in the shape of flames, which looks very mysterious and terrifying.
Heavy flames replaced the eyes...
Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered what the woodcutter said just now... The one whose heart is burning with flames and takes the form of the outside world is a demon.
A group of possessed people... I don't know if it's because the possessed people are three times stronger. These people are so strong. Zhao Changhe feels that each one of them is stronger than himself. With a sweep of his long sword, fire passes by, and with a palm strike, a fire dragon rises.
The heat wave caused the surrounding snow to melt and turn into streams, which then began to evaporate.
But what was even more terrifying was the woman.
"Whoosh!" The delicate hand passed through the flames and grabbed a person's throat.
With a "boom", flames burst out, burning the opponent into coke.
The sword struck from behind, and the woman moved like a snake, like a bird spreading its wings, and flew past, revealing a charred corpse.
A group of opponents that Zhao Changhe thought were stronger than her, none of them could survive a single round in her hands, and they were completely slaughtered! The ferocious aura shook the sky, and the appearance of the law stood out, forming the Kunlun-stained scene just now.
The fiery red illusion.
Zhao Changhe rushed up and got so close that he could already see the woman's face clearly.
Under the flaming eyes was Huangfu's long-lost face.