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Inside the Buddhist Scripture Cave, blood filled the air.
Zhong Jian was still sitting on the ground dragging his injured leg, but he looked extremely excited and kept praising: "Brother Yu said he would not kill people, but I really believed him. Who would have thought that you would kill a master of Qi Refining as soon as you took action?" Human. You just pointed your finger in the air, killing invisible and killing with one blow..."
At this time, Yu Ye was not excited at all. Instead, his face was pale and he silently looked at the three dead bodies on the ground.
Boss Hu's two men were lying in a pool of blood; the middle-aged man he killed was lying on his back, his lower abdomen was bloody, and his lifeless face became ugly and ferocious.
"vomit--"
Yu Ye suddenly felt a blockage in his heart and couldn't help opening his mouth to vomit.
"Brother Yu, what's going on? It's not like you've never seen dead people before. Why are you so miserable?"
Zhong Jian asked curiously, and suddenly said: "Oh, you have never killed anyone. In the future, you will kill more people, and it is no different from drinking alcohol and eating meat."
Yu Ye spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water, stretched out his hands to rub his chest, took a breath again, and his face gradually improved.
Of course he had seen dead people, and he had seen murder. It was the first time in his life that he personally killed a living person. The inexplicable fear and uneasiness made it difficult for him to express and had no way to vent. It was as if he was embarking on a road of no return, living and dying as his fate drifted.
According to Zhong Jian, if you kill too many people, you will become accustomed to it. Then who should be killed in the future, and in whose hands will he die in the wild?
He then heard Zhong Jian remind him: "Brother Yu, the master you killed must have some accomplices. We don't dare to stay here for long. It's important to find a way down the mountain."
"What Brother Zhong said makes sense!"
Yu Ye nodded and returned to normal. He looked at the dead body on the ground again and asked doubtfully: "Who is this person?"
Over the past few months, there have been many encounters and confusions, making it difficult for people to extricate themselves from it. And it doesn't matter if he becomes a monk or if he develops sword energy, he is still Yu Ye from Yujia Village, so why should he think so much.
However, it was a good thing that he used the Seven Kills Sword Qi, otherwise he and Zhong Jian would definitely die. And a decisive blow at the critical moment once again exhausted the true energy in the body. If we encounter a strong enemy again, the consequences will be disastrous.
Before leaving the Sutra Cave, be sure to find out.
This middle-aged man was able to control flying swords. His cultivation was obviously above Chen Qi. He died here because of a lack of luck. This shows that the so-called master is not invincible.
And who is he?
"If you ask me, I don't know. If I search his body, I might find something."
Zhong Jian said, then stretched out his hand to signal: "That flying sword, use it to open my eyes -"
A small dagger lay quietly on the ground.
Without the blessing of magic power and the magical sword radiance, this terrifying flying sword looks ordinary. It is just that the whole body is made of white iron. Although the blade is not edged, it looks quite sharp.
Yu Ye picked up the flying sword, looked at it for a moment, handed it to Zhong Jian, then turned and walked towards the middle-aged man's body.
He found a few pieces of broken silver from the hidden bag in the corpse's arms, but nothing else. And just as he was about to give up, his expression froze slightly.
This man wears a jade ring on his right middle finger.
I remember that a skeleton was found in the cave of Lingjiao Valley. The deceased's relic was a jade ring, which was later snatched away by Chen Qi, who was very surprised by it.
It’s also a ring, what’s the mystery in it?
Yu Ye hesitated for a moment and grabbed the corpse's finger, but the ring was so tight that he couldn't take it off. He exerted a little force and his finger bones snapped. He forcibly took off the ring and held it in front of his eyes for inspection.
"Hey, a gift ring."
While Zhong Jian was playing with the flying sword, he paid attention to Yu Ye's actions and said hurriedly: "That is a gift ring only owned by the elders of the Taoist sect. Open it quickly and take a look -"
A gift ring?
how to open?
Among the techniques practiced in the field and the classics read, there is no record of holding a ring. He had no choice but to walk towards Zhongjian with the ring in hand, expecting him to give him advice.
"I heard from my elders back then that although a ring is small, it is like a mustard seed. Driven by spiritual consciousness, it can contain all things. This is a rare treasure!"
Zhong Jian put the flying sword into his arms and said impatiently: "Bring it to me and see——"
Mustard seeds are the seeds of mustard. Such a tiny place, driven by divine consciousness, can accommodate all things?
When Yu Ye stretched out his hand and handed out the ring, his heart couldn't help but move.
"Wow--"
The ring was still in his hand, but there was a small pile of things on the ground.
Among them are jade pieces or slips, gold and silver, clothing, long swords, jade bottles, jade tablets and other objects, as well as two small crystal clear stones.
Zhong Jian looked at the items on the ground and said in surprise: "These are the items stored in the ring. Are they all here?"
Yu Ye nodded, also quite surprised.
After concentrating his consciousness for a moment and immersing himself in the ring, he found a pile of items. Just as he was about to take a closer look, all the items flew out and landed on the ground. There seems to be a small space in the jade ring, about a few feet in diameter. It is an exaggeration to say that it can store everything, but it is more than enough to store some personal belongings.
"Brother Yu, how is our relationship?"
Zhongjian suddenly asked a question, but it was not an unreasonable response. He answered first: "You and I are close friends, so naturally we are inseparable from each other." He opened his arms and said generously: "This is what you and I got together. Let's just divide it. You pick up a few valuable things first, and the rest of the worthless things belong to me."
"Brother Zhong's intention... is to divide the spoils?"
Yuye said in shock.
"Brothers, let's settle the score."
Zhong Jian took it for granted.
"this……"
Yu Ye hesitated for a moment and said nothing.
Killing people and stealing goods, sitting on the ground and dividing the spoils, sounds ugly, but this is the fact, and there is no need to be hypocritical. It's just that after becoming a monk, he didn't do many good deeds. Instead, he learned to scheme and kill people to divide the spoils.
This so-called cultivation, what kind of cultivation is it?
Most of the relics of middle-aged men are related to cultivation. I am really greedy to see them, but I can't keep them to myself. I can't be too greedy!
Yu Ye picked up a jade slip, a jade plaque, and two small stones from the ground, and then turned around to walk away, but Zhong Jian grabbed him and motioned for him to hand over the ring.
"If you take away the ring, how can I store the martial arts books?"
"Brother Zhong has no spiritual consciousness, so the ring is useless..."
"It doesn't matter!"
Zhongjian had already taken the most valuable flying sword for himself, and now he used an excuse to ask for the gift ring. Yu Ye didn't care and handed over the ring casually. But Zhong Jian still didn't give up, holding up the ring and urging repeatedly: "Brother Yu, help me collect the Kung Fu books and these items quickly, don't leave anything behind, haha!"
It is true that he is shrewd and sophisticated, and he thinks carefully.
Yu Ye took the ring and activated his consciousness to look at the items on the ground. I tried several times, but nothing happened. He was silent for a moment, covering the ring with his spiritual consciousness. With a thought, a small bottle on the ground suddenly disappeared. He then followed the same pattern and moved the items on the ground into the ring one by one.
"call--"
Zhong Jian, who was watching on the sidelines, let out a long breath and said with a smile: "You are deliberately cheating, who would have thought that you are not good at magic." He snatched the ring away and stuffed it into his arms, and said: "It is already afternoon. , you and I are going down the mountain immediately!" He stretched out a hand to signal Yu Ye to help him stand up.
Yu Ye did not step forward to help, but asked: "Where is Xuanwu Pavilion?"
Zhong Jian said in confusion: "Oh?"
Yu Ye raised the jade plaque he had just received and said, "The man who died just now was from Qizhou. If he has an accomplice guarding the mountain, neither you nor I can escape."
On the two-inch white jade plaque, the words 'Qizhou Zhongshan' can be seen. The master who destroyed Beiqi Mountain came from Qizhou.
"It's really inappropriate to go down the mountain so hastily."
Zhong Jian's face became solemn, and he picked up a branch and scratched it on the ground.
"Brother Yu, please look, this is the way up the mountain, this is the cave to the elders, this is the residence and kitchen of the disciples, this is the Yunshui Stream, this is the Xuanwu Pavilion..."
Yu Ye memorized the path on the mountain, picked up his long sword and put it into its sheath, then took the long sword and crossbow arrow to Zhong Jian's side, then lifted up the hem of his clothes and walked out quickly.
Zhong Jian looked at his leaving figure and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Yu, how old are you?"
"Sixteen. What's the matter with Brother Zhong?"
"Brother Yu, go and come back quickly."
Yu Ye's figure flashed out of the cave.
Zhong Jian reached out and grabbed the long knife and held it in front of him. He shook his head and said to himself: When Zhong was sixteen years old, he was still a disciple on this mountain...
Outside the Sutra Cave.
The rain and fog have not dispersed.
I looked around in the wild for a while, searching for it.
The mountain path is slippery and difficult to stay on.
Yu Ye noticed that there was no one in front or behind him, so he tapped his toes and stood up as soon as he touched the ground. He jumped two feet, his posture was stretched, and his movements were light and elegant.
The Northern Qi Mountain is where the Taoist Gate is located. It has high mountains, dense forests, towering strange rocks, and an extraordinary atmosphere. Traveling so smoothly on the top of the mountains and in the light rain and thick fog, you will see a unique scenery.
As you fly and fall, you can see the mountain wind blowing against your face, the mist lingering, strange rocks protruding, and old pines growing. It is the skylight that is confusing and the reality changes. For a moment, you are obsessed with lingering, forgetting both things and myself, as if you are in a cave and looking back. Over the years.
Yu Ye ran and jumped wildly, and fell down after a moment, Wu Zi's eyes flashed and his face looked excited.
After staying in Xuanhuang Mountain for three months, I never had the opportunity to see the entire Taoist sect. When he came to Beiqi Mountain today, he had a lot of fun walking alone.
However, today I am not here just for sightseeing in the mountains.
The mountain path splits to the left and right. To the left is a stone staircase leading to a cliff; to the right are several collapsed houses, surrounded by the mountain path.
Yu Ye became cautious.
His spiritual consciousness only reaches a dozen feet, which is not as far as his eyesight on the empty mountain top. However, the surroundings were shrouded in rain and fog, and wherever you looked, you still didn't see a single person.
Yu Ye grabbed the long sword and quietly walked around the ruins of the house and a few low old trees.
Not far away, a mountain stream appeared in front of us. On the cliff on the side, there are two words "Yun Shui" carved on it.
Yunshuijian?
Zhongjian explained that passing through Yunshuijian is Xuanwu Pavilion.
Yu Ye was about to walk into the mountain stream, but stopped when he saw an old tree not far away. He turned around and climbed up the old pine, taking advantage of the situation to jump onto the cliff.
The cliff more than ten feet high is covered with vegetation and thorns. Under the cliff, a pavilion stands. In front of the pavilion is a mountain flat, where a group of people gather. There were vaguely visible people kneeling, someone lying on the ground, and three people standing aside. One of them, a middle-aged man, suddenly looked up.
Yu Ye hurriedly knelt down.
At the same time, a gust of mountain wind swept through the thick fog, carrying a strong smell of blood and intermittent voices——
"Where did the nard go..."
"Going after two escaped thieves..."
"Exalts know it clearly, I, Boss Hu, am a righteous warrior from all over the world, not a thief..."
"Haha, your name is Boss Hu? No matter you are a ranger or a thief, in Bu's eyes, you are just like an ant. How dare you rob the Lingshan Taoist Gate... Bu returned to Beiqi Mountain just to see what happened in Daze. How many desperadoes are not afraid of death... You two go down the mountain to look for Gan Song, guard the intersection, and no one is allowed in or out... Boss Hu, if you want to survive, just be obedient and lead people with me to search the mountain quickly... "
