The innocent winter sun shines warmly, but is cold and dazzling. This is the winter sun. It is as warm as the spring breeze, but also cold and dazzling. Everything is full of contradictions.
At this moment, Ye Yinfeng was still immersed in the sorrow of farewell. It was already the second day since Nangong Xianchen said goodbye to them. The feeling of melancholy and sorrow of farewell was really uncomfortable, and all kinds of gentle thoughts were flooding in.
And arrived.
Wine is the best way to relieve sorrow, and the wine glass makes the sorrow worse. In this contradictory state, Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao walked into the restaurant where Nangong Xianchen first met.
After drinking for three rounds, the fat Taoist priest who was slightly drunk couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed the wine jar that Ye Yinfeng picked up again with one hand and poured it into his mouth.
His fat little belly was bulging. At this time, he still had no trace of Taoist demeanor. He had become a living miniature version of Maitreya Buddha.
"Let's go, it's okay." Ye Yinfeng showed a slumped melancholy, Jun'an's body stood up straight as sharp as a sword, looked straight ahead with a firm gaze, and walked slowly with steady and powerful steps.
The clear lake surface was full of ripples, the small ruined village was deserted, and there was no trace of human habitation in the thatched house that had long been empty.
Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao stood silently. They were going to see the old man and the cute little girl. Li Xiaoyao had already told him everything he saw on the hillside.
But Ye Yinfeng still wanted to come and have a look. Although he knew that the old man had deceived him, he felt that the innocent little girl Xiaoru would not deceive him.
They came to the dilapidated small village where the old man had brought them. But now the whole village was bathed in the golden winter sun, but the whole village was deserted. The dilapidated thatched houses were blown by the cold wind.
There was a "squeaking" sound from below, and the withered grass covering the roof blew up in the wind.
Judging from the situation, the whole village must have left not long ago. There are used dishes and chopsticks on the stove that need to be cleaned urgently in the future, and a small amount of the oil smoke still lingers in the dilapidated thatched hut. This
All this can only mean that people here are leaving in a hurry, and they are so anxious that they can only pick up small and soft things.
The people have left, and the desolate scenery is like Ye Yinfeng's trusting heart being ravaged by the confusion and panic, and the desolate heart has turned into unspeakable pain.
The pain of separation has not yet healed, and the trust that was deceived once again pierced his heart like a knife, dripping blood, and he was so sad that he could not let go.
"What kind of status do you think Xiaoru will have? Shen Zhongxia, the top master of the Tang Dynasty, will escort her. Even the royal relatives of the Tang Dynasty will not have this treatment."
On the trail in the wilderness, there are mountains, dead trees, and grass. At this time, on the trail away from Raozhou City, mist and smoke curl up in the distance, and several abrupt peaks stand in the sky like piercing clouds.
Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao had already left Raozhou and headed straight for Sanqing Mountain. They did not choose to take the official road or gallop, but chose the forest trails in the wilderness or the quiet trails around the mountains.
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Along the way, Ye Yinfeng had gotten rid of the sorrow of separation and the heartache of deception, and returned to normal. He talked with the fat Taoist priest about the innocent and cute little girl Xiaoru that day.
"I don't know, but it is said that this Shen Zhongxia is a member of the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion, the first sect in the Tang Dynasty. However, the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion has always been mysterious. No one has ever seen the person in charge of this pavilion. Even members of this sect
None of the other disciples have appeared in the arena. Some people speculate that this sect may have been founded by an ancient martial arts family. As for Miss Xiaoru, she may be a descendant of the main figure in this pavilion. Of course
This is just speculation and has not been confirmed."
Li Xiaoyao put on his loose Taoist robe and walked side by side with Ye Yinfeng. After all, he was the veteran who guessed the identity of the little girl.
There were dead branches growing on the dark and deep path, and strange rocks were spread in disorder on the path. The two of them walked on the mountain path that was sometimes rugged and sometimes narrow. Neither of them used Qinggong to walk, and they walked with both feet.
The feeling of being on the mountain road gave them an incomparable sense of solidity.
The quiet paths in the barren mountains, the jungles as quiet as the abyss, the dead trees are filled with mottled golden sunlight, and bursts of mist rise with the wind like gauze.
The two of them followed the forest path and climbed up another mountain path. As they walked, the content of their conversation was of course the scene of encountering the Feng Lian Dao and the various legends about the Central Plains Sacred Sword.
From time to time, the fat Taoist priest would tease Ye Yinfeng and try to trick Ye Yinfeng out about Nangong Xianchen, leaving Ye Yinfeng speechless for a while. He had long since gotten rid of the melancholy of parting and was no longer sentimental as before, and he would also
From time to time, he would fight back against the other party and make fun of him and the little maid Qing Ling.
After climbing over mountain peaks and passing through dense forests, it was almost dusk and they stood on a high peak.
Looking far into the distance, in front of you is the world-famous Taoist holy land Sanqing Mountain. Three peaks towering into the sky stand alone. What lingers on the mountain peaks are the mist and mist. The Sanqing Mountain surrounded by mountains seems to be covered with clouds.
A layer of mysterious veil, like a fairyland on earth, makes people feel the uncanny workmanship of nature.
"Sanqing Mountain, it's so beautiful, your fat Taoist master is here.",
Li Xiaoyao suddenly roared like thunder at the distant Sanqing Mountain, and his red face looked particularly energetic under the cold wind. Ye Yinfeng, who was standing aside, could only shake his head and let the fat Taoist priest
Feel free to vent your inner negative emotions.
Tianmen Peak, like the gate of Sanqing Mountain, is a stone gate made of nature's miraculous craftsmanship. On the two giant pillars of the stone gate are engraved the words "Gaoling Hanyun, the first fairy peak in the south of the Yangtze River, a pure and unparalleled blessed land".
Guarding under Tianmen Peak were two young Taoist priests, about in their early twenties. They were leaning on a big rock talking and laughing, looking around at the surrounding scenery.
"Stop, who is trespassing to Sanqing Mountain? Tell me by name." As their eyes swept, two figures came slowly and leisurely. The two Taoist priests couldn't help but became furious. This Sanqing Mountain is a Taoist holy land, why?
It allowed people to blaspheme at will, and the two of them suddenly felt that their respectful words had been damaged and couldn't help shouting at the two people who were slowly approaching.
When the two people got closer, they saw their figures clearly. One of them had a fat body, wearing a large but tightly tied monk's robe. The fat on his face could not hide his childish look.
There is another person who is wearing a blue shirt, and his handsome face reflects his extraordinary temperament, especially with a long sword on his back, making his whole person look extremely elegant. Those two people are both the same age.
The little, fat little Taoist priest was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the young man in blue shirt and carrying a sword was only fifteen or sixteen years old.
When they saw the faces of these two people clearly, the two Taoist priests guarding at the foot of the mountain couldn't help laughing. They wanted to go to Sanqing Mountain at such a young age. Could it be that they wanted to worship under the Sanqing Temple.
"You two, this temple will not accept new disciples. Please come down the mountain quickly." One of the thin Taoist priests said politely to the two people who came in front of them.
"You two should go home and drink milk for a few more years before coming back. You two should go down the mountain quickly." Seeing their age, another Taoist priest suddenly showed disdain in his eyes and said with a contemptuous tone.
The two visitors had puzzled looks in their eyes and expressions of surprise on their faces. Among them, the fat little Taoist priest said to the other young man in blue: "How about rock, paper, scissors."
The young man in blue shirt nodded to express his agreement with the other party's suggestion, and at the same time stretched out his right hand.
The two Taoist priests guarding the mountain were also surprised. They yelled at each other, but the other side completely ignored them and couldn't help but get angry. One of them said loudly: "Please leave quickly, lest this Taoist
There is no eye under the sword."
After saying that, the two Taoist priests showed off the swords in their hands, as if they were Taoist immortals. Although they did not pull out the long swords, their momentum was extraordinary.
The two visitors still ignored the aggressive momentum of the two Taoist priests. They both raised their right hands and stared at each other intently.
"one two three,".
The fat Taoist priest and the young man in blue shirt stretched out their right palms. In the blink of an eye, the fat Taoist stretched out his scissors, and the young man in blue shirt stretched out his stone. Obviously, the fat Taoist priest lost.
"Hehe." The fat Taoist priest suddenly let out a strange laugh, and then said: "The winner will go up, and the loser will of course fight aside." After saying that, he pushed the young man in blue shirt to the two.
In front of Taoist priest Mingshou Mountain.
Sensing someone approaching, the two Taoist priests who guarded the mountain drew out their long swords with a "clang" sound, and looked warily at the young man in blue shirt who was just a few steps away from them. What made them even more angry was that the fat Taoist priest backed away.
After a few steps, he showed a strange smile.
"Good junior brother, knock these two blind guys down, lest others say that we are bullying them."
What the fat Taoist said next made the two mountain-guarding Taoist priests even more furious. They did not expect that someone so bold and reckless would dare to come to Sanqing Mountain to cause trouble.
The fat Taoist priest and the boy in blue shirt were Li Xiaoyao and Ye Yinfeng who had come all the way from Raozhou City. When they arrived at Tianmen Peak of Sanqing Mountain, the sky was already red. The setting sun only revealed half of the sky like fireworks.
Zhang Er, constantly struggling and jumping between the sky and the ground.
Ye Yinfeng didn't expect that fat man to make such a move, but he was already pushed up, so he had to send away the two Taoist priests guarding the mountain first.
"Last warning, if you don't retreat, you will be killed without mercy." The thinner Taoist priest among them issued an ultimatum, hoping that the other two would retreat.
Ye Yinfeng shook his head helplessly, and rushed to the side of the two Taoist priests like a ghost.
But the two Taoist priests showed horrified eyes. They only felt that their eyes were blurred, and a ghost passed in front of them. Then they heard a dull sound. Suddenly they felt like a hammer on their chests,
A huge impact knocked their bodies away, and the long swords in their hands fell out of their hands without noticing.
He watched helplessly as his body soared into the air uncontrollably, and then dropped rapidly.
There were two loud noises, and their heads hit the ground. They immediately lost consciousness. Two long swords were inserted diagonally not far from them.
All this only happened in that moment. Ye Yinfeng, whose whole body was full of explosive power, did not expect that his two blows would have such an effect. Fortunately, he did not use all his strength and still had 40% left. Otherwise, those two blows would have been so effective.
The Taoist priest Mingshou Shan was not as simple as fainting, but was in danger of his life.
"Senior brother asked you to beat them down, not knock them down. You don't need to be so violent. Alas, they are all from the same sect, so why do you need to be so harsh?"
Li Xiaoyao appeared next to Ye Yinfeng in a flash. Seeing his figure, Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but curse in his heart. His fat body did not affect the lightness and flexibility of his movements at all. This damn figure
How did the fat man do it? He couldn't help but secretly guess, and finally came to the conclusion that Li Xiaoyao must have a lot of tricks left.
"Stop talking nonsense, why didn't you take action when we started? Where are we going next?" Of course Ye Yinfeng didn't have a good look on him. He was inexplicably plotted by the fat Taoist priest in seconds, and the anger in his heart could not be released.
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"Sanqing Mountain has such beautiful scenery. How can we waste such beautiful scenery at sunset and dusk? Let's just go up this trail and enjoy the beautiful scenery of Sanqing Mountain all the way. What a happy life it will be."
There was not a word of truth in Li Xiaoyao's mouth, and these words were obviously perfunctory to Ye Yinfeng. But how could Ye Yinfeng believe his lies? He couldn't figure out why the fat Taoist priest entered the Sanqing Mountain before dark. According to others,
According to common sense, you will not enter before dark, but will wait until early the next morning to come here.
But the fat Taoist priest did the opposite. Before sunset, he arrived at Tianmen Peak, the gate of Sanqing Mountain. If he wanted to enter the depths of Sanqing Mountain, it would have been dark. What on earth was the fat Taoist paying attention to? Ye
Yinfeng couldn't help but guess in his mind as he followed the fat Taoist priest towards Tianmen Peak.
The burning clouds in the sky completely covered the half-showed sunset. In an instant, the sky was filled with patches of red color, and the entire earth was shrouded in patches of red light.
The remaining clouds were as red as drops of blood, and the afterglow of the setting sun seemed to be stained with a touch of blood. Such a scorching scenery gave Ye Yinfeng an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He remembered the setting sun ten years ago.
In the bloody dusk, he met the sloppy old Taoist priest and began his difficult journey of martial arts.
The scenery was so similar, but the same scenery gave him a different state of mind. At this time, he was full of courage and broke into the Taoist holy land Sanqing Mountain alone. Maybe it was fate. At the same time, he was from the same Taoist sect.
But in order to find out the real reason why his master was killed, he will never give up no matter how difficult and dangerous the situation ahead is.
When Ye Yinfeng looked up with emotion, he found that Li Xiaoyao was getting faster and faster, almost leaving his sight. This guy must have done it on purpose, he couldn't help but cursed secretly. At the same time, he also felt angry.
He quickened his pace and was able to barely keep up with the fat Taoist priest.