Lord Baili...
This long-lost title gave Sword Master Yu's eyes a dark look with unclear meaning.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the small wooden plaque on Bailian's waist.
After being silent for a while, he then said: "It seems that the city lord is interested in my Tianxi Sword Pavilion?"
Bailian was not interested in Jiange, where only the top ranked disciples in the once-a-decade disciple selection competition were eligible to enter, and he had no intention of becoming a Tianxi disciple.
But being in this mountain, carrying a wooden sign on my waist, no one would believe me even if I said this.
After seeing the indistinguishable Jian Qing Qi on Ying Xiu's fingertips, Bailian became even more confident about his identity.
He thought for a while, took out a piece of broken wood wrapped in cloth from his arms, handed it to Sword Master Yu, and said calmly: "Sword Master, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Sword Master Yu didn't know what he was handing over, but seeing his solemn look, he still opened the cloth with his fingers.
The purple-gold wood fragments came into view, and the sword master Yu Leng's stern black pupils suddenly shrank.
Click!
His palms suddenly closed together, crushing the cloth and the fragments of wood in it.
The atmosphere was inexplicably depressed, and the snowy night was silent.
Even the Thirteen Swordsmen who were ignorant of the world here felt the cold and chilling meaning coming from the sword master.
Sword Master Yu slowly raised his dark eyebrows, his pupils reflected the hazy night, and there was a strong murderous intention:
"To be able to find this thing and bring it to me, it is really not easy for you, the Lord of Xianling City, to be worthy of you!"
Seeing this scene, many Thirteen Sword Masters couldn't help but shed a cold sweat for Balian.
The sect master has always been stern, but he has never thought of murder, but they have never seen him show such a terrifying expression.
The realm of transcending tribulation is different from the mortal realm which only has four small realms.
After crossing the threshold of the Heavenly Gate, the Tribulation-Transcending Realm is divided into five smaller realms: Soul Qi, Heshen, Fusion of Dao, Thousand Tribulations, and Tongmen.
Through several catastrophes in the demon world, Balian's realm has been broken again and again, and he has reached the first level of soul enlightenment.
This is the state where he reached the Tao after several battles and fusion of the power of good and evil.
Different from Bai Lian, the sword master Yu in front of him is actually a thousand-year-old immortal.
It is said that as early as a hundred years ago, he had reached the eighth level of Fusion Dao. The sword master was only over 700 years old when he broke through.
Although he is called a thousand-year-old immortal, he is actually far younger than that.
In the past hundred years, it is still unknown to what extent this world sword master has reached a level of cultivation.
But there are two realms between the two.
Sword Master Yu didn't move a step, with just a cold and murderous look, the corpse bead that called Bailian's Dantian Yin Yang Daoyu in the depths of the darkness almost burst out, and he could hardly hide the aura of the corpse bead.
The corpse demon has a constitution that is unable to sweat. Facing Sword Master Yu at this moment, Balian's clothes were soaked and his face was pale and pale.
But he did not lower his head. The moonlight shone on Bailian's handsome and pale face, and he looked directly into Sword Master Yu's dark and cold eyes as if he would never give in.
Perhaps the look in his eyes was too stubborn, so stubborn that it gave Sword Master Yu the illusion of being vaguely familiar.
"Sect Master." Yue Nu's gentle voice with a hint of urgency sounded in his ears, which made the murderous intent in Sword Master Yu's eyes dim.
He suddenly lowered his arms, glanced at Balian with an indifferent expression, and snorted coldly:
"You are quite brave to be able to withstand the pressure of my sword at such a young age. I don't know what kind of calculation you have in bringing this thing to me. Since you want to talk to me, I will wait for you. Something happened in the mountains, I will be waiting for you in Qingnan Hall."
The Tianxi Sword Master's training quiet room was established in the Qingnan Hall, which is one of the several forbidden areas in Tianxi.
Over the years, even if Thirteen Swords wanted to enter the palace for an interview, they had to submit a sword sticker in advance and get permission before entering the palace.
When Bai Lian went up the mountain for the first time, he was invited to the Qingnan Hall, and Ying Xiu was panicked.
He could see clearly just now that what the boy handed his father was a fragment of a purple gold coffin.
"Father! How can a person with a foreign surname be invited into the Qingnan Hall?!" He has never been to the Qingnan Hall, and the Thirteen Swordsmen are just that. How can he let this person get there first?
Who would have thought that it would be a good thing if he didn't speak, but when he did, the coldness in Jian Zhuyu's eyes that Yue Nu had suppressed was once again chilled to the bone, along with the stern murderous aura forced out.
"Really?" The sword master's voice was cold, and his eyes flickered at Ying Xiu's face: "I forgot that there is a person with a foreign surname here."
The words were about to fall, and the goosebumps that shivered around Yingxiu's body couldn't wait to crawl all over his body.
With his eyes blurred, he couldn't see clearly how the sword master made his move. The sharp red light tore out a sharp dragon roar in the night, piercing the air and landing on Ying Xiu's chest.
On this extremely high mountain step, His Highness the Crown Prince, who was so high-spirited just a moment ago, was now like a bereaved dog. A large mouthful of thick and bright blood spurted out from his mouth. The clothes on his chest burst open, revealing a trace of soft gold armor.
Even with the protective soft armor, it still couldn't stop the overbearing and fierce sword intent from eroding, blood rushed to seep out, and blood beads spilled out in strings.
Ying Xiu flew out with disheveled hair under the trembling eyes of all the test participants.
At the bottom of the mountain, a sharp shadow was rushing towards the top of the mountain. Suddenly, he saw his young master flying down in a miserable state.
The figure hurriedly turned in mid-air, caught Ying's sleeves, stepped on the gangbang in seven graceful steps, and swept up the mountain to the top of the mountain like a wind.
The Thirteen Sword Masters all greeted one after another: "Senior Brother."
The person who came up the mountain at this time was Jun He, the senior brother of the Tianxi Sword Sect?
The participants' eyes were filled with brilliance as they all looked at the tall man half-kneeling in front of Sword Master Yu.
This man has sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips, a heroic figure, a face like a crown jade, and is quite like Meng Chang. His eyebrows are upright, but his sharp edge is hidden in his inner beauty. No matter his demeanor, expression, eyes or behavior, every step reveals that he is a gentleman who abides by etiquette. Qiyun.
Is this the style of Tianxi’s first sword?
Everyone secretly said that it was really good.
Ying Xiu, who was vomiting blood, saw Jun He appear, and the uncontrollable fear and awe in his heart were replaced by peace of mind.
"Elder brother..."
Jun He lowered his head and hummed, placing two fingers on his lifeline to slowly provide him with spiritual protection.
"Sect Master, please calm down." He rushed to save the person in a hurry, but when Junhe saw this scene, he could guess the reason.
The participants were as silent as a cicada, not daring to make the slightest sound.
There are rumors in the world that the relationship between father and son has not been good since two hundred years ago. The sword master has always disliked Zhongyou Imperial City's deceitful style, and even his own children dislike it.
When I saw him today, he was indeed deceitful.
"Father..." Ying Xiu whispered weakly, with a pitiful expression.
However, Sword Master Yu stopped even looking at him and said calmly: "How is the situation in the mountain?"
Jun He looked solemn and said: "The insects are waking up and the insects are rising. The commotion in Changqing Pavilion is not small. If the second master Ba Qing hadn't been in charge, I'm afraid the trouble caused tonight would be more than this."
In the mountain road, a group of inner disciples gradually came.
The inner disciples each carried a stretcher, which was covered with a blood-stained white cloth.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Sword Master Yu waved his sleeves, and the inner disciples were ordered to lift up the white cloth, and corpses with purple faces and festering bodies were laid out in front of everyone.
"Vomit~" I don't know who it was, but I was caught off guard by this scene. I couldn't hold it back, so I went to the side to hold the tree and vomited.
Jiang Yunqin's face turned pale and his throat rolled, but he tried his best to hold it back, fearing that he would vomit like that person.
This death was too miserable, and the smell of blood was completely unlike what a newly deceased person could emit.
Qi Liancheng's face also turned pale, but he did not lose his composure like the others. His eyes passed over the corpses one by one.
His expression became increasingly ugly, and his voice trembled slightly as he said, "Are these... tonight's test takers?"
Since the Tianxi Sword Sect was founded hundreds of years ago, the disciple selection test held every ten years has never resulted in a human life. This is because the order of Baituo Mountain is strict and there is no room for any mistakes.
But tonight, someone died.
Moreover, each one of them died in such a miserable and disgusting manner, counting down the details, there were actually more than twenty corpses lying here.
This is truly remarkable.
No wonder even the sword master was alarmed.
However, this is an exam hosted by the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, how could there be so many victims?
The cold wind passed by silently, and everyone suddenly smelled a hint of conspiracy.
The sword master's eyes, which looked like thick ink, glanced down and said, "He'er is saying that all these changes happened in Changqing Pavilion?"
Jun He frowned and said nothing, seeming to feel a little strange about this matter and not daring to make a hasty conclusion.
Yue Nu asked: "Where did you find these corpses?"
Although the Baituo Mountain is vast, with the spiritual consciousness of Thirteen Swords spread throughout, it is impossible for anyone to kill people under their noses.
But these bodies were only discovered after they died.
"Some of the corpses we found were in mountain streams, some in canyons, or in rivers and jungles. There is no pattern to be found." The respondent was a direct disciple who led a group of Tianxi inner sect disciples up the mountain. .
This direct disciple's name is Ye Yichuan, and Zhang Qian who is walking side by side is both a disciple of Elder Tianxi Fengjian's name.
Seeing his voice, Fengliu Jianye Qingzhou's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but said: "Were you the first to discover them?"
Ye Yichuan raised his head and glanced at him, then suddenly pursed his lips and stopped talking.
"It's already here, why are you still having trouble with your father?"
Zhang Qian next to him couldn't stand it any longer, and he couldn't hide the anxiety on his face:
"Sect Master, when Ye Yichuan discovered the abnormality in Xunshan, one of the victims was not completely dead. During the rescue process, he was bitten by that harmful thing. I don't know if it was harmful to him or not."
"Father?" Balian couldn't help being surprised when he heard this.
Kuangcao Jianjing glanced at Bailian, tilted her head slightly and said to him: "The beloved disciple named by Elder Liangyu, Ye Yichuan is the biological son of my twelfth junior brother."
As expected, after hearing Zhang Qian's words, Ye Qingzhou's face changed drastically, and all the romantic and ruffian air on his face disappeared, and he didn't even pay attention to the presence of the sword master.
He strode over, lifted up Ye Yichuan's sleeve and rolled it up: "You were bitten by something? Could it be some kind of poison? Come and see, you kid, don't have any hidden diseases."
Balian had a strange look on his face. He looked at the young and handsome Twelve Swords Ye Qingzhou, and then at the 30-year-old Ye Yichuan whose face was full of vicissitudes of life. No matter how you looked at it, you were putting the cart before the horse.
But Ye Qingzhou was still saying 'you kid'.
The scene was really weird.
Seeing his wonderful expression, Jing Kuang couldn't help but laugh and said: "In the path of immortality, there are many examples of sons being older than their fathers, and mothers being younger and more beautiful than their daughters. Although Ye Yichuan is very talented, it's a pity that he started too late.
By the time the spirit body matured, his appearance had already gone through many changes, but this did not affect my twelfth junior brother to love his son very much. After all, there is no father in this world who does not love his son. "
"Yeah..." Balian looked at Ying Xiu, whose face was covered with blood and looked depressed. For some reason, he felt that this scene seemed familiar. He murmured: "What father doesn't love his son."
His voice was very low, but he still made Sword Master Yu hear him. Sword Master's eyes were like daggers, and he gave Bai Lian a sharp look.
Balian sighed and said to Jingjing Kuang: "If this matter cannot be resolved tonight, will I not be able to have a private chat with the sword master?"
Jing Kuang had a strange look on his face, and glanced at Bai Lian up and down. His expression was actually a little unhappy: "I can't understand now whether you are here for the imperial seal on the fourth junior sister or for the sect master."
Balian was startled, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Ye Yichuan was afraid that something was really plotting against him. He rolled up his sleeves and saw that his entire wrist was black and purple, the skin was swollen, and pus and blood flowed out from the wound that looked like a snake bite.
The smell was actually 70% similar to that emanating from these corpses.
Ye Qingzhou was so anxious that he slapped his thigh: "Quick! Go and ask Elder Wen Lian to detoxify!"
Ye Yichuan coughed, with a trace of rebellion and stubbornness on his face. He pulled his hand back heavily, but there was an unknown death intention between his brows.
Bailian couldn't bear Ye Qingzhou's anxiety, so he took the wine gourd from his waist, walked over, held up Ye Yichuan's cold and scary palm, and poured the precious moonshine wine on it.
The black and purple poison slowly dissipates and purifies as the wine liquid, which is very magical.
Ye Yichuan glanced at Balian in surprise and thanked him sincerely, which was far less rebellious and perfunctory than he was to his father.
"Good boy, you still carry such a treasure with you." Ye Qingzhou's heart suddenly sank into his stomach. He patted Bai Lian on the shoulder repeatedly, and his demeanor became more intimate.
Balian was not stingy with the moonshine wine. He shook the wine gourd in his hand and said softly: "But who else was injured during the rescue process? Please detoxify as soon as possible. Don't waste your life."
No one spoke.
Balian nodded to himself, put the gourd away, and suddenly walked out, came to an inner disciple who had his head lowered, grabbed his arm without saying a word, and tore it into pieces with a sizzle. His sleeves.
His entire arm was completely black and purple, but for some reason it had not become swollen yet.
Ye Yichuan looked at his junior brother with strange eyes, wondering why he insisted on not saying anything even though he was clearly poisoned.
As a result, a ridiculous scene happened the next moment.
The young man had a harmless smile on his face, and he made a hand with his fingers. The spiritual sword behind the inner disciple came out of its sheath and fell into his hand.
Balian's backhand sword pierced the disciple's chest with cruelty.
Ye Qingzhou screamed strangely, and his whole body jumped up in shock.
Yue Nu and the others also frowned, their expressions becoming extremely solemn.
The test participants exclaimed, shocked that this person dared to kill his disciple in front of the Tianxi Sword Master. It was simply audacious.
Unexpectedly, this crazy guy didn't stop after the sword penetrated his chest. He exerted force with his wrist and slashed diagonally, splitting the disciple's body into two pieces.
The strange thing is that the disciple kept his head lowered and said nothing until Balian sliced his body lengthwise with a sword, and then let out a shrill death scream.
However, the shrill sound was not like what ordinary people could make, and the sound actually burst out from the wound.
In the spray of blood, the broken body squirmed for a while, and then a colorful broken poisonous insect came out of the disciple's skin, seemingly trying to escape.
It's just that its energy has been cut off by Bailian, and it's just at the end of its strength. Where can it escape?
"Master Baili." Baili'an raised his sword. His white clothes were stained with blood. He stood up straight and glanced sideways at Sword Master Yu.
At this moment, Sword Master Yu felt an inexplicable sense of understanding in his heart. With just one glance, he had already understood the meaning in the young man's eyes.
He ordered in a cold voice: "Every disciple who goes up the mountain will strip for inspection."
After giving this order, sure enough, the same traces of poison spots were found on eight disciples.
If this group of people were like Ye Yichuan and were not poisoned when rescuing people, then why were they still unwilling to step forward and seek help after seeing that Bailian had a way to detoxify?
This is an intriguing question.
