Heavy snowstorms covered many roads and prefectures, and frosty white became the only background color.
In the middle of winter, the Dayan Mountains are equally desolate, and life has returned to the earth. There are no people in the mountains and forests, and there are almost no traces of animals or insects.
Phew~
At a certain moment, a flash of purple disappeared from the mountain forest, and the wind howled as it climbed over the mountains one after another.
"Senior Sister Feng?"
There was a soft cry, and several beautiful girls appeared from the wind and snow.
"Um."
Feng Wushuang responded indifferently, without stopping, her breath surged, and she was already a hundred feet away.
The two girls wanted to stop them, but how could they dare or how could they?
He could only watch her enter the mountain.
Wow~
Once you take one step forward, the world seems different.
One step before, it was windy and snowy, the sky was freezing cold, and everything was frozen. But after one step, the mountain peaks in front of you were green, full of flowers, streams flowing, and the sounds of birds, beasts, and mosquitoes.
Behind the creek is the familiar small courtyard surrounded by fences. The old woman with white eyebrows, hunchback, and kind smile is holding grass and talking to herself in front of the pig shed.
This is?
Feng Wushuang couldn't help but shudder when she saw a few pigs in the shed. She felt that even if she died, she didn't want to be reduced to such a situation.
"...We haven't seen each other for several years, but you have lost a lot of weight. You have to eat as much as you want. I think it's time to think about letting you go out for a walk..."
Throwing the grass into the shed, the old woman said with a smile. When she turned around, Feng Wushuang had already bowed respectfully.
"Grandma, Wan Fu Jin'an..."
Scanning the pig shed with her peripheral vision, she couldn't help but flinch, and she noticed a familiar aura in it.
'Elder Yanxue...'
Feng Wushuang's heart was filled with chills.
The only remaining great elder of the sect from the previous generation, his martial arts has reached the pinnacle of being a grand master, and his immortality is just a hair away from being promoted to a strong man in the Ten Capitals.
The Great Elder of Yanxue, who made her think that even this old woman was reluctant to eat it, today also...
"Wushuang, it seems that you haven't accomplished anything in the past two years. You are worse than the little fairy. She has also brought out a lot of scum in the church!"
Feng Wushuang almost broke into a cold sweat at the old woman's light words, and finally suppressed the shock in her heart.
The next sentence made her hair almost stand up again.
"Wushuang, do you remember the house of 'Meeting Immortal Powder'?"
The old woman looked at it with a smile.
Feng Wushuang forced herself to calm down and bowed: "Back to grandma, Wushuang remembers that there are many such medicinal materials on her body..."
"That's good, that's good."
The old woman clapped her hands.
"Come out."
"who?"
Feng Wushuang glanced around and saw a young man about thirty or thirty years old walking out of the room. He was dressed in linen and had an uneasy expression on his face.
And when the door opened and closed, she saw the solid straw man hanging on the eucalyptus platform and wrapped in a charm.
Faintly, she saw the words behind the straw man, which were...
'mysterious……'
Her heart tightened and she quickly looked away.
"Good boy, come here, grandma will introduce you to a sister..."
With a face full of love and affection, the old woman pulled the stiff young man and introduced:
"Fengxian, this is grandma's beloved grandson. His surname is Li, and his last name is "Chuang". He is very talented. He has withstood grandma's attacks and is no worse than you..."
"Li Chuang?"
Feng Wushuang frowned slightly, but she didn't remember that there was such a person in the teachings, who looked like a nobody?
When she looked at Li Chuang, the latter was also looking at her.
The beauty's grace in front of him made him a little at a loss. He had seen in his life that only the Qin family was better in terms of beauty, but less heroic.
She is truly an extremely brilliant woman, making people feel excited and even a little ashamed of herself.
"Chuang'er has a good talent. He has been taught martial arts and has mastered the secret arts. It will be up to you to provide guidance from now on."
The old woman ordered calmly:
"Grandma intends to hand over the rudders of the three prefectures and twenty-six prefectures of Ding'an Road to him, so you should lead him there and get this matter done."
"I will obey grandma's instructions."
Feng Wushuang was naturally reluctant, but she could only nod in agreement with a respectful attitude, because this was not a negotiation at all.
Li Chuang wanted to refuse, but refused.
The old woman in front of him was truly the best person he had met in these years.
Not only did he teach him many exquisite martial arts, but he even gave himself the 'Tao Fruit' that only existed in legends...
In addition, he did not resist this arrangement...
"Over the years, the imperial court has kept a close eye on them, but it won't be long before they become too overwhelmed to take care of themselves and retreat in fear...
Chuang'er possesses the spirit of a true dragon and is a destined hero. Your guidance to him is also your fate..."
After taking a deep look at Feng Wushuang, the old woman waved her hand and asked him to leave.
The latter took a deep breath and bowed to leave. As if she remembered something, she added:
"By the way, I also went to Xuankong Mountain to pick a 'Seven Tribulations Flower'. This thing is one of the main ingredients of Yuxian Powder..."
After a pause in leaving, Feng Wushuang suppressed the urge to turn back. Feng Wushuang bit her lips, calmed her mind, and stepped away.
Behind him, there was a moderate laughter:
"It's as powerful as a prison. Haha, it's interesting. The world is getting more and more interesting. It's a pity that you didn't see it, senior brother..."
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How famous is the old demon of Montenegro?
Because of its resounding name, the battle outside the northwest city spread like a roaring mountain and a tsunami in all directions, affecting all places.
All major forces were shaken by this, and some secret sects that had not been around for a long time were also alarmed.
Even many large sects and forces of the two dynasties outside the Pass, as well as royal courts and temples, were shaken by it.
The old demon of Heishan has been famous for nearly a hundred years. Even before the Battle of Liujishan seventy years ago, he was already known as the best in the world.
Even though it has been seventy years since Zhang Xuanba was born, he is still a martial arts monument in the hearts of countless people and is the best in the world.
Such a being, just leaving the seclusion, is enough to cause shock in the world, let alone being defeated by someone below, and the incarnation is suppressed and killed?!
A huge frenzy surged and spread, causing the whole world to tremble for a moment.
Countless people were either shocked, horrified, horrified, or ecstatic...
But Yang Yu, who was at the forefront of the storm, seemed unaware, or in other words, had no time and energy to pay attention.
Huhu~
In the drifting wind and snow, the gate of Northwest City slowly opened, and with the echo of sorrow and music, a group of people filed out, wearing sackcloth and mourning.
In the midst of intense sadness, Taoist Lin wept silently. He was covered in linen clothes and looked much older than before.
On the right, Yang Yu is holding the coffin, also silent.
While waiting for Taoist Lin's return for seven days, he walked through the streets and alleys of the northwest Daocheng, exhausting the wonders of the secluded world, trying to find the traces left by Taoist Zhenyan.
The heavenly changes are coming, Lingqi has spread spiritually, and the will of the tyrannical warrior can survive for a short time in the world.
Just like the broken dragon, the wind is heroic.
Having practiced the Tao for more than a hundred years and gone through ups and downs, his state of mind practice is the highest that Yang Yu has ever seen in this world, so he can naturally retain it for a longer time.
However, for ten days, Yang Yu still found no trace of the old Tao.
Sighing in his heart, Yang Yu carried the coffin and headed towards the prepared Feng Shui treasure land. Behind him, a huge flow of people followed.
There were many common people who were grateful for his kindness, and many more were warriors who still managed to get in, as well as some country gentry who were lucky enough to escape the purge.
"Master! The disciple is back..."
In the wind and snow, Taoist Lin knelt on his knees, tears streaming down his face. He kept beating the soil and wept.
He felt so much regret that he coughed up blood.
Qin Si, Zhao Kun and a few Jade Dragon Temple disciples who came from various places also knelt in front of the tomb and burst into tears.
After carefully placing the coffin into the tomb and burying it, Yang Yu also knelt down in front of the tomb and performed the disciple's ceremony.
In the past few years, the sincere teachings of Master Zhenyan have emerged before our eyes. Although the two of them do not have the ritual of master and disciple, they are actually master and disciple.
During the burial, all the disciples of Jade Dragon Temple burst into tears. Taoist Lin even coughed up blood several times. He could not hold back his old and new injuries. If Qin Si had not been by his side, he would have died on the spot.
"master……"
After a long time, the snow had turned the tomb into a frosty white color, and wisps of black mist invisible to ordinary people escaped from the wind and snow.
Submerged in Yang Yu's body were the five ghosts with Gui Ying as the core.
Guiying reported anxiously:
"Back to my lord, with the northwest city as the center, we have searched for three thousand miles, but we have found no trace of the old man, not even a trace..."
Not at all...
Yang Yu looked lonely, letting the snow fall and his hair turning white:
"The flying geese leave traces. The real person's cultivation is extremely high, and there is absolutely no chance that there will be no traces..."
"Yes, it is."
Guiying nodded and expressed his guess:
"Sir! According to my childhood experience, if there are no traces at all, there are only four possibilities. One is that the old man is not dead at all..."
Glancing at the coffin, he decisively closed his mouth and spoke out the remaining two guesses:
"The second is that the old man's will is not strong enough, which is impossible. Then, there is only the third..."
"Someone took away the soul of the real person in a strange way..."
This is the conclusion Yang Yu came to.
However, when he exchanged his life for his life, the fate of the old Black Mountain demon was revealed to him. If there were even half a trace of the True Word Taoist on his body, he would definitely find it.
However, there is no...
"My discernment is perfect, someone must have taken away the old master's soul..."
The ghost baby respectfully bowed his voice and silently swallowed the last possibility.
How could such a near-immortal being not want to live?
No way...
"Has the soul of the real person really been taken away?"
Compared with the other three possibilities, Yang Yu only felt that this was the most likely. He did not believe that such an existence as the True Word Taoist would lead to a silent death.
Soul harvesting is naturally unimaginable for ordinary people, but Yang Yu is no stranger to it. The purple gold gourd is a powerful weapon for soul harvesting.
But, who has the ability to do anything under the nose of the old demon from Montenegro...
"Could it be..."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Good night, good night. No matter what, I got it done...