Shenyin Pavilion is different from other sects. The disciples in the pavilion practice martial arts and other Qimen Dunjia.
Therefore, there are many strange people and strange things in Shenyin Pavilion.
If you want to attack Shenyin Pavilion, you must pass through those mechanism formations. It is far from as simple as Cangshan, directly at the foot of Chenbing Mountain and besieging Cangshan.
"This man is really strange. Why has he been wandering around here for so long?"
"Is it possible that there is some conspiracy against our Shenyin Pavilion?"
"It's hard to say. A few days ago, the Northern Territory Army marched to Cangshan, and Night Ghost was born. The world is getting more and more chaotic."
"Yes, there are all kinds of people. Looking at this person, he looks like a beast in clothes."
"Yeah, let's be careful too."
The disciples patrolling the mountain watched in the formation, but the sound reached the ears of the middle-aged man outside the mountain without any trace.
This person is Li Haomiao. He has been in the boundary of Shenyin Pavilion for several days. He just wanders around the boundary every day, occasionally looking towards the highest peak among several mountains.
Li Haomiao withdrew his gaze, and his indescribable emotions turned into a sigh.
Yan Muyan...if you gave birth to a daughter for me, why didn't you tell me?
Li Haomiao only had this thought in his mind. But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.
What happened back then was ultimately his fault, so how could he have the face to question Yan Muyan.
In the attic on the top of Shenyin Pavilion in the distance, Yan Yi listened to the report of the mountain patrol disciples, saying that there was a person spying on Shenyin Pavilion at the boundary.
Normally, Yan Yi didn't care about these things, but after knowing the person's appearance and dress, she became somewhat interested.
After returning to the mountain, Yan Yi went to the pavilion on the mountain more often, asking about the person Yan Muyan was concerned about, trying to find some clues from the other person's words.
Yan Muyan didn't want to talk much and always kept silent.
Not many people in Shiwandashan know that Yan Yi is Yan Muyan's biological daughter, and even those in Shenyin Pavilion who know the truth are only a handful.
Everyone thought that the saint of Shenyin Pavilion was picked up by Yan Muyan from outside.
At first, Yan Yi thought so too.
Later, when I found out the truth, I felt a little resentful towards Yan Muyan.
Yan Yi walked towards the mountain. She was nervous for some reason and her steps became messy. It's like a student waiting for the results after taking an exam.
Li Haomiao, will he be my father?
Yan Yi once asked Yan Muyan about his father, but the answer he got was-he was dead.
Regarding this new stranger, Yan Yi had an inexplicable emotion in her heart.
In the pavilion on the top of the mountain, the woman in purple was sitting in front of the window, with a tea vessel. The mountain spring water was boiling in the pot, and water bubbles were popping out one by one.
Yan Yi pushed open the door and came in. She was the only one who didn't need to be informed when she came here.
Yan Mu didn't lift his cigarette butt, picked up the purple clay pot, and slowly poured the clear mountain spring water into another vessel.
"I'm in a good mood. It seems I have let go of the person I missed."
These days, Yan Yi often talks about these things and inadvertently mentions the people in Yan Muyan's poems.
And Yan Muyan always said nothing and responded to Yan Yi with the calmest emotion. She never even admitted that the person in the poem was Li Haomiao.
Yan Yi sat down opposite Yan Muyan. These two extremely beautiful women, reflecting the beautiful spring scenery of mountains and rivers, are a rare beauty.
Yan Muyan poured tea for Yan Yi, and the fragrance of tea poured into Yan Yi's nose.
At this time, Yan Yi said: "I heard from the disciples patrolling the mountain that there is a person outside the boundary of Shenyin Pavilion who has been here for several days. From what I heard, it seems that Li Haomiao is here."
Li Haomiao!
These three words made Yan Muyan's pouring hand tremble.
Yan Muyan's eyes looked at Yan Yi, verifying the authenticity of Yan Yi's words.
But in this trance, the tea soup mixed with the fragrance has overflowed the tea cup and formed a stream on the table.
Yan Yi seemed to grab the little tail of the woman in purple, and said with a sweet smile: "Look, your heart is confused."
Yan Muyan blinked her beautiful eyes, hiding the panic in her heart.
She looked down the mountain and farther down the mountain, trying to find the figure of the man through the dense forest.
I haven’t seen him for more than ten years. What does that carefree young man look like now?
But this courage is a bit small. Before, he would have barged in a long time ago.
"So, is he my unmasked father?"
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After a stick of incense, Yan Yi walked out of the forest and came to Li Haomiao.
The two of them looked at each other, no longer as calm and calm as when they first met. The two of them had many speculations in their minds, but they hid this almost factual speculation in their hearts, and no one wanted to take the initiative to bring it up.
"Senior Li." Yan Yi, dressed in green clothes, said respectfully.
Li Haomiao looked at Yan Yi for a moment, with some complicated emotions in his eyes.
Yan Yisheng is handsome, with a lot of freedom and cheerfulness. Those big bright eyes seemed to make Li Haomiao see Yan Muyan back then.
At this moment, Li Haomiao was extremely convinced that Yan Yi must be Yan Muyan's daughter.
But is she my daughter?
Seeing that Li Haomiao didn't speak, Yan Yi continued: "Senior Li came to Shenyin Pavilion for what purpose?"
When someone like Li Haomiao comes to Shenyin Pavilion in person, it would be inappropriate for the pavilion master not to come and greet him.
Li Haomiao opened his mouth but made no sound. He didn't know what kind of emotion he should use to face Yan Muyan.
After a long time, Li Haomiao said with some difficulty: "I want to see your Pavilion Master."
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Under the meteorite cliff of Yanyun Mansion, a spring breeze came, but it was a bit desolate, making people pull at their clothes.
The whistling wind came from the cliffs, with a sad meaning.
Yu Zhi raised his head and looked at the cliff that was sent into the sky. It was like a hand reaching into the sky and picking up stars.
"With the sun and moon in your hand, you can pick the stars." Yu Zhi couldn't help but sigh, "Isn't this more appropriately called Star Picking Cliff?"
Wei Wuji said: "Young Master, this is wrong."
The three of them all looked at Wei Wuji and listened to the other person continue: "I said before that countless stars have fallen here throughout the ages, and no one knows the reason. Therefore, this place is called Falling Star Cliff. Listen, these Does the sound of the wind sound like the wail of those fallen stars?"
Hearing what Wei Wuji said, several people couldn't help but nod subconsciously. The more they listened, the more they felt that the howling wind was filled with endless sorrow.
"However, this place is also extremely special. In Yanyun Mansion, there are many mountains and cliffs with higher terrain than Meteor Star Cliff, but I have never seen so many stars falling into them. What is even weirder is that no one has ever seen Meteor Star Cliff. Under the cliff."
Yu Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth and trembled all over, as if a sinister wind was blowing from his back. He said, "Today, I will make this place the grave of Mr. Third!"
There is only one road to the Meteor Cliff, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the cliff, it is like walking along the meridians on an arm to the palm of the hand.
There are no human traces along this road, and there are very few traces of wild animals. The unclear road is covered with weeds.
After walking a few steps, the four of them had no choice but to dismount and move forward.
Wei Wuji walked at the front, spearing to clear the way and remove obstacles on the road.
Yu Zhi and Ye Qinghuan walked in the middle, while Wu Hua followed at the end. In Wuhua's own words, once an accident occurs, Xiaoseng's golden bell can still block it to some extent.
There are layers of dense forests in Meteor Cliff, and even sunlight cannot penetrate through them. There is a strange and eerie atmosphere everywhere in the dark mountain forest.
The dark wind blew in the four people's ears.
"Young Master, Mr. Third must be well prepared this time. Young Master, you must be careful." Wei Wuji began to worry when he stepped into the Falling Star Cliff.
According to what he meant, at least Li Haomiao must accompany him on this trip to ensure that nothing goes wrong.
But whether Yu Zhi listened or not, Yu Zhi always felt that Li Haomiao had done enough for him. Going all the way north from Nanzhou Mansion, I should have been content.
For Yu Zhi, Li Wantong is an extremely important person.
For Li Haomiao, why not Yan Muyan?
"Don't worry, Lord Marquis. The killers on top of the monument don't dare to attack me. Otherwise, I will definitely settle the score later and kill all the eighteen Yanyun cavalry and bury them with me."
Yu Zhi's confidence comes from Li Haomiao.
After all, no one dares to regard the sword master's threat as a joke.
Yu Zhi pretended to be relaxed and said: "As long as the killer on the open monument doesn't take action, I have nothing to fear."
The four of them walked for a long time and saw a land full of potholes.
This is the mountainside. The stars fell and the unburned meteorites hit the mountainside here.
The jet-black meteorites range in size from large to tens of meters in diameter, while small ones are no more than the size of a fist.
After countless years of wind and rain, these large and small meteorites have corroded a lot and formed a strange stone forest.
Looking at these dark meteorites, Yu Zhi felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
He bent down and picked up a fist-sized meteorite from the ground and weighed it.
This meteorite is far heavier than the stones on the ground, and it is several times heavier.
The meteorite forest blocks everyone's sight, and the mountain wind blows into the forest, letting out the howl of a lone wolf.
"This meteorite forest is a little weird." Wuhua said.
He has practiced Buddhism since he was a child, and has refined his mind with the sound of Sanskrit. His Buddha heart is not stained by dust, and his perception of everything in the world has become more acute.
"I can't tell. Since you want to lure me here, it's not an exaggeration to think that there are traps everywhere on Meteor Cliff." Yu Zhi said and threw the meteorite in his hand.
At this time, several figures appeared from above a huge rock.
"You think too highly of yourself." Mr. Third said with a sneer.
Next to Mr. Three was Li Wantong, whom he had not seen for nearly a month. At this time, Li Wantong was a little haggard. This month of running around had made her already weak body even weaker.
Yu Zhi looked at Li Wantong, suppressing the anger in his heart.
He ignored Mr. San and said, "Wan Tong, you don't have to worry. I will rescue you."
Li Wantong saw Yu Zhi again, with tears in his eyes, and nodded towards Yu Zhi.
The silence speaks.
Mr. Third said in a cold voice again: "What a pair of hard-luck mandarin ducks, I will let you go to hell together today."
Wei Wuji flipped his wrist and said angrily: "Thief, it's not your turn to be rampant!"
Wei Wuji was about to raise his gun, but saw Mr. San grabbing Li Wantong's throat. With just a little force from Mr. San, Li Wantong's throat could be torn apart.
With a hostage in hand, Mr. Third will have more confidence to speak.
"Yu Zhi, come up alone, otherwise, I will kill Li Wantong first!"
