Yu Zhi turned several somersaults in the air and landed firmly.
Lei Jun held the knife in his left hand, thrust it diagonally into the ground, and stopped.
Both of them looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.
"Why are you here?" They both said almost at the same time.
Nie Feng, the master of the Broken Blade Sect, entrusted Lei Jun to Li Haomiao, and Li Haomiao gave Lei Jun an address. Lei Jun went all the way south to find Li Haomiao's old friend, and he has been practicing to this day.
Recently, I heard about the strange things in Yunshan Town, so Lei Jun came to Yunshan Town to investigate. I never expected to meet Yu Zhi by accident.
Lei Jun told Yu Zhi what happened in Nanzhou Mansion. Yu Zhi looked at the empty sleeve of Lei Jun's right hand and said, "It seems that you are very good at practicing the sword in your left hand. The few swords you just made almost cut me down." die."
Lei Jun smiled sheepishly, then moved his left hand and inserted the Thunder Blade into the scabbard behind his back.
"Although Senior Swordsman has a weird temper, his views on the art of swords are very unique. In a few days, I will be able to train my left hand to be as good as my right hand."
During the attack by night ghosts on Shiwanda Mountain, Lei Jun cut off his right hand holding the sword in order to save his fellow disciples. This is tantamount to destroying this swordsman genius.
Fortunately, Li Haomiao met Daojiu, who practiced left-handed swordsmanship, and Lei Jun, who had fallen into depression, regained hope of practicing.
Lei Jun is already that sunny and cheerful young man. Even though he lost his right hand, he still has a sunny smile on his face. This is also the senior brother who is loved by the disciples of Duandao Clan.
Yu Zhi looked at the Thunder Blade behind Lei Jun with greedy eyes, and then waved the broken sword with only the hilt left in his hand. "This sword is not cheap, you have to compensate me!"
Lei Jun was stunned and said: "Brother Yu, with your cultivation level, you are also the leader of the younger generation in Shiwan Mountain. Why don't you find a better sword?"
Yu Zhi said helplessly: "I don't want to go to that sword house to see if I can get a few more swords."
Immediately, Yu Zhi looked at Zhang Aifeng's grave not far away and said, "Well, you did this. Don't slander me then."
Lei Jun was helpless. Just now he saw Yu Zhi trying to dig a grave. In his desperation, he didn't think much about it and blew up the grave with a single blow.
Yu Zhi was very happy. He originally thought that he would do this immoral thing by himself, but he didn't expect that Lei Jun would stop him.
"Since everything has exploded, let's take a look." Yu Zhi said.
After the two people dug through the piled rocks, they finally saw clearly the body in the coffin.
The corpse was shriveled and covered with wrinkles, as if all the moisture in the body had been sucked out. The abdomen and cheeks were sunken. A layer of human skin was tightly attached to the skeleton. In places where there was no support from the skeleton, the skin collapsed.
Mummy corpses are even more terrifying than mummies.
Only the bones and human skin were left of the corpse in the coffin, and all other flesh and blood organs had disappeared.
This is definitely not the custom of burial in Nanzhou, but this is what the person looked like when he died.
Yu Zhi now understood the horror that the aunt said during the day.
"What kind of method can make the corpse look like this?" Yu Zhi asked doubtfully, "This is definitely not the method of the human race. Is it a night ghost?"
After coming to Nanzhou, whenever he encountered something strange, Yu Zhi would subconsciously think of night ghosts.
Facts have also proved that night ghosts are indeed active in Nanzhou.
Lei Jun said: "I don't think he looks like a night ghost."
Lei Jun looked at the body and explained: "Actually, I met the murderer once, in Yunshan Town last night. No one goes out late at night in Yunshan Town now. I saw a person last night. I didn't suspect him at first, but now I think he is suspicious."
Yu Zhi asked: "Have you seen his appearance?"
Lei Jun shook his head, he knew what Yu Zhi's doubts were.
"He covered his face at the time, but he didn't have the stench of night ghosts. I have seen night ghosts and know their characteristics. This is absolutely true."
Yu Zhi also fell into doubts. What matters now is what means the other party used to make the corpse look like this.
Yu Zhi thought for a while and said: "Beyond the Yeguis is a group called the Lingkui tribe. The Yeguis are the subordinates of the Lingkui tribe, and those creatures who call themselves Lingkui do not have the same stench as the Yeguis."
"But if it's Ling Kui, the other party has a big conspiracy."
The two re-covered the coffin, repaired the tomb, and then left the mountain.
It was almost dawn, and the darkness in Yunshan Town was gradually being dispelled.
People who had been anxious all night took to the streets and looked at which houses had not opened their doors.
In the narrow streets, neighbors call each other's names to ensure that the neighborhood is safe.
And a scream was like a sharp blade, cutting through the sky of Yunshan Town.
In a deep corner of the alley, a corpse that was even dried out fell to the ground.
Soon, the old Taoist priest also appeared. He pretended to be calm, picked up the peach wood sword and practiced it with gods and ghosts. Everyone also prayed devoutly.
In the distance, the boy and another boy with a broken arm watched this scene.
Another murder occurred last night, and no one knew it. For such a bizarre and horrifying way of death, the people would only think it was an evil spirit seeking his life.
Yu Zhi thought of Fei Ying. If Fei Ying was here, she might be able to know something. After all, this is the real King of Lingkui.
Alas, where did this old woman abduct Tong'er?
Fei Ying has lived for an unknown number of years, and she can no longer grow old. However, this face has never changed.
Back at the inn, Cang Huo was sitting downstairs. Cang Huo was slightly surprised when he saw Lei Jun for the first time, and his eyes fell on the empty sleeve of Lei Jun's right hand.
Cang Huo knew that in that night attack, the Broken Blade Sect lost the most talented disciple of its generation, and Lei Jun was right in front of Cang Huo.
"Senior Canghuo." Lei Jun bowed and saluted.
Cang Huo felt the aura on Lei Jun's body, and then thought of Cang Wanjun who was far away in Cang Mountain, and sighed slightly in his heart.
In the battle between the Duan Dao Clan and the younger generation of Cangshan, Cang Wanjun usually wins over Lei Jun, but maybe in the near future, the situation will change.
After breaking his arm, Lei Jun never gave up. This is an opportunity for transcendence.
"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and your mind is resolute. Your sword has improved again." Cang Huo praised. "I'm afraid Cang Wanjun will not be your opponent from now on."
Facing Cang Huo's praise, Lei Jun was not modest at all and responded: "In the future battle, Cang Wanjun will never be my opponent."
Those who repair swords must have the courage to move forward, even if they die, they must die heroically.
Cang Huo glanced at Lei Jun again and said: "This is how it is in Shiwan Mountain. Young people today are afraid of this and that. What's the point of not being able to use a sword quickly if it's not good with the sword? Cang Wanjun follows that boy all day long. Cang Jin, all he has learned is hypocrisy. A sword like this won’t go far.”
The two of them didn't expect that Cang Huo still looked down upon his Cangshan disciple Cang Wanjun.
Yu Zhi told Cang Huo what happened last night.
And Cang Huo was not idle last night. He was observing the entire Yunshan Town. With his ninth-level cultivation, no disturbance in this town would escape his observation.
Unfortunately, someone died last night.
"Lingkui tribe. So Li Wantong is Queen Feiying?" Cang Huo asked.
Yu Zhi smiled bitterly and said: "It's a long story. However, Fei Ying now doesn't have her original cultivation and will not pose a threat to the human race."
Yu Zhi thought for a while and said solemnly: "Please keep the secret about Tong'er a secret."
With Lei Jun's temperament, he would naturally not leak the secret. Yu Zhi still couldn't trust Cang Huo. The hatred between Yu Zhi and Cang Shan also destined their cooperation to be temporary.
Cang Huo snorted coldly and said, "I don't even bother to do such a thing."
Yu Zhi smiled and then said seriously: "There is no clue about this matter. Waiting all the time is not an option. Think of a way to lure him out."
"What can we do?" Lei Jun asked curiously.
Yu Zhi spread his hands and showed a mysterious smile.
...
Outside Jiangnan City, a line of carriages and horses entered slowly.
The flag in front of the chariot and horse is embroidered with the military emblem of the King of Chu, which is a black tiger head.
This is Jiang Xiyue and Xiang Jinghao who came south from Kyoto. After Xiang Jinghao was released from prison, the two went south.
"Mom, it's been a hard journey through mountains and rivers. Let's have a good rest when we get to the palace. Tomorrow, I will take you to visit Jiangnan City." Xiang Jinghao said.
Jiang Xiyue smiled and looked at the beautiful smoky city in the distance, which was her hometown. It's just that few people know about these past events, and even she has almost forgotten them.
After more than 20 years, Jiang Xiyue returned to Nanzhou again. She was timid about being close to her hometown and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Jiang Xiyue said: "Hao'er, I want to go for a walk tomorrow by myself, so I can let my little slave accompany me. Your father is not in Jiangnan City, and you can take care of many things in the house, so don't worry about me."
Xiang Jinghao didn't think much about it. He indeed had many things to deal with.
"After the child has settled the matter, he will come back to accompany his mother."
Jianlu's century-old sword will soon be released. Naturally, there are many sword cultivators in Jiangnan City, and everyone's eyes are focused on the big lake and the Sword Making Mountain.
Bai Yu also followed Xiang Jinghao south. After all, the century-old sword was too tempting and was worth everything the sword cultivator had to do.
Although Bai Yu already has the companion sword Cai Guang in his hand, this is not a sword that lasts a century. Bai Yu's sword must be the best sword in the world.
There are many sword cultivators, but very few people really have the opportunity to witness a century-old sword, and even fewer people can walk up to the sword-making mountain.
The last time, Bai Yu didn't have such qualifications. It was King Xiang Ji of Chu who gave him a chance.
Now, Xiang Jinghao wants to find another chance for him to compete for the century-old sword.
"Brother Bai Yu, what are you thinking about?" Xiang Jinghao asked.
Bai Yu stared at the towering sword-forging mountain and said: "The birth of a century-old sword will definitely lead to competition among sword cultivators all over the world. It will be a battle between dragons and tigers. Ye Qinghuan and the shame of asking are also in Jiangnan City. They won't miss this opportunity."
Xiang Jinghao chuckled lightly and clasped his hands behind his back. "Are you not confident? Are you afraid that you can't compete with Ye Qinghuan?"
"Of course not." Bai Yu said calmly, "The failure in the Qingyun test was the last time I lost to Ye Qinghuan. This time, the century-old sword belongs to me, and no one can take it away."
Xiang Jinghao saw Bai Yu having such confidence, and laughed and said: "Brother Bai Yu, it's good if you have confidence. Ye Qinghuan is nothing, and that Yu Zhi is not your opponent. With the help of the Prince of Chu's Palace, and Brother Bai Yu's talent, for a hundred years, One sword fell into the bag."
The two looked at each other and smiled, both looking forward to the day when the century-old sword would be born.
