Two disciples wearing purple robes sat on the white crane, chatting casually about interesting things in the sect while looking down and around.
After a moment, a peak that was neither tall nor short among the other peaks appeared in their field of vision.
When one of the disciples saw the mountain, his eyes widened slightly and he said thoughtfully: "Brother He, look at that mountain, is it Xiaozhu Peak?"
After hearing what this person said, the disciple named He also looked sideways, thought for a while and then nodded.
"It is said that Su Xing, who brutally killed the disciples of Tongdao Academy, lives on this mountain at this time."
While they were talking, the white crane beneath the two of them was spreading its wings and flying directly above Xiaozhu Peak.
A wisp of white-gray cooking smoke actually rose from a bamboo forest on Xiaozhu Peak, and then, a refreshing aroma of rice drifted into their noses, making them feel relaxed for a moment.
The two of them looked at each other unconsciously, and what they saw in each other's eyes was full of surprise.
If they hadn't known that Su Xing lived below, they might have thought it was some mortal chef cooking game in the mountains.
But the white crane sitting down did not smell the aroma, and waved its wings and flew away into the distance, without giving the two of them a chance to comment on the aroma of rice.
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At that time, I was on Xiaozhu Peak.
In a green bamboo forest in the mountains, a small stream flows slowly. On the side of the stream, there is a flat open space, and a hut is built on the open space.
The four walls of the thatched hut are made of thick green bamboo from the mountains, and the roof is covered with thatch. From a distance, it looks like a house in an ordinary rural village.
And on the land in front of the hut, a young man dressed in white clothes was holding a paper fan and blowing at the firewood rising in front of him.
Above the firewood, a rabbit that was pierced by branches was currently resting on top of the pile of firewood.
The firewood is booming and the rabbit is getting fat.
This was Su Xing's seventh day living on Xiaozhu Peak. He had just hunted this hare on the mountain this morning.
Four days ago, he built his thatched hut and after settling on this mountain peak, he started going up the mountain to hunt for food every morning.
Over the course of a week, Su Xing tasted all kinds of delicacies on Xiaozhu Peak. If Wanling Mountains hadn't been thousands of miles away from the sea, he would have tasted all kinds of seafood.
After a voracious meal, Su Xing lay down on the grass.
He patted his slightly bulging belly with satisfaction, burped freely at the corner of his oily mouth, and his slightly narrowed eyes were full of leisurely contentment.
After closing his eyes and resting for a while, he woke up from his lazy posture, stood up, patted the weeds behind his clothes, and walked towards the bamboo forest.
Walking among the complicated bamboo forests, the roads here were winding and extremely complicated. But Su Xing walked very quickly, walking through every fork in the road without hesitation.
After a while, the young man who was familiar with this mountain peak came to a stone wall.
The green and quiet bamboo forest surrounds this stone wall, forming an extremely secluded and quiet place.
However, no one visits Xiaozhu Peak, so it is very quiet everywhere.
Su Xing unconsciously complained in his heart.
Looking at the hard stone wall, there were dozens of random scratches on the rough surface, each scratch being half an inch deep.
"Stab-"
Su Xing pulled out the rusty sword from his waist. The sound of the sword being unsheathed broke the long silence in the bamboo forest. The harsh sound silenced the chirping birds and beasts in front of him.
Holding the rusty sword in his hand, Su Xing, who was three feet away from the stone wall, first pondered for a while, and then his eyes suddenly shrank, and his eyes instantly became extremely cold.
The five fingers holding the hilt of the sword were tightly clenched, and in the next moment, dozens of "swish, swish, swish" sounds were heard, and Su Xing stood up in front of the stone wall, swinging his sword, and his figure became extremely agile.
There are three styles of Falling Leaf Sword Technique: Flying Spin, Returning to the Root, and Transforming into Dust.
Countless sword lights and sword shadows hit the rough stone wall surface, and in an instant, hundreds of sword marks appeared.
After using the Falling Leaf Sword once, hundreds of sword marks appeared on the surface, but Su Xing did not stop swinging the sword and used the sword technique again.
The speed of the sword dance became faster and faster, and the strikes became more and more fierce. This wide stone wall turned into the shadow of that person in Su Xing's eyes.
The Lin Qi who secretly planned everything, and even succeeded in framing him after failure!
The rusty sword he was wielding symbolized Su Xing's anger and unwillingness. Every time the blade of the sword came into contact with the stone wall, a huge and harsh sound would be produced.
To outsiders, it seemed like Su Xing was practicing his swordplay against the stone wall, but only he knew that he was simulating his own killing moves.
The harsh sounds made the bamboo forest no longer quiet, but became extremely noisy.
Repeating such actions, Su Xing cycled through the Falling Leaf Sword Technique more than ten times.
It wasn't until his white clothes were soaked with sweat, and the black hair on his forehead was shiny with sweat, that Su Xing, who was panting heavily, gradually stopped dancing with the sword.
Looking at the thousands of sword marks on the stone wall, Su Xingcai felt that some of the anger and frustration in his heart had disappeared.
He put away his spiritual sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to turn around and leave.
And just when he turned around, he saw a beautiful and familiar figure in the bamboo forest in front of him.
"Senior sister?"
Wearing a pink and white gauze skirt, three thousand blue silk hair is tied behind her head in the form of a ponytail.
The woman standing in the bamboo forest looking at him was exactly the senior sister who taught him how to master the sword-human combination a few months ago.
Su Xing was slightly startled, wondering when exactly she appeared in the bamboo forest behind him? Why didn't he notice it at all?
"You, look angry?"
The sound like a lark singing echoed in the forest, and coupled with her graceful figure, it actually made the forest look like a fairyland.
Even Su Xing couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw this scene.
After Su Xing came back to his senses and realized what the other party said, his face looked a little lonely at first, but soon returned to normal.
He shook his head, but did not speak.
Because he didn't know how to answer this question.
If you answer "no", it obviously goes against your inner thoughts. But if you answer "yes", it is difficult to explain to the other party why you are angry.
The most appropriate response is to keep silent.
"Senior sister...you came to Xiaozhu Peak to see me if you have something to do?"
There was only one person living on Xiaozhu Peak now, so of course the other party came for him. But Su Xing did it because of etiquette. As the current owner of this mountain, of course he had to ask such a polite question.
A smile suddenly appeared on Liu Yuexi's lips and she nodded slightly.
"The roads in the Xiaozhu Peak forest are complicated and you will get lost if you are not careful. Senior sister, please follow me. Let's leave this jungle first."
Afterwards, Su Xing led the senior sister towards his hut outside the forest.
Liu Yuexi, who was following behind Su Xing, looked at the beautiful scenery around her with her watery eyes for a while, then landed lightly on Su Xing's body, her smiling mouth always raised slightly.