In the cave.
Yu Ye exhaled and slowly opened his eyes.
There is no restriction on the entrance of the cave. Under the sunlight outside the cave, the cave is bright.
The cave is two feet in size, with pots and jars placed around it. There are several luminous pearls embedded on the top of the cave, which complement each other with the sunlight outside the cave. There was a straw mat spread on the ground, with two jade slips, several volumes of animal skin classics, bronze mirrors, wine glasses, pottery bowls and other objects scattered around. Next to the straw mat, there was a pair of boots that had not been worn for a long time.
Well, the cave is simple and a bit messy.
Yu Ye raised his hand and made a move.
The bronze mirror flew up and hung three feet away.
I saw a young man appear in the mirror, with angular cheeks, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His facial features were energetic, but his hair was disheveled and he was shirtless, looking miserable.
"Snapped--"
Yu Ye snapped his fingers and the bronze mirror fell to the ground.
He stood up, grabbed an empty wine jar, and walked out of the cave.
There was no one else on the island, and the weather was hot, so he didn't need to worry about what he was wearing. At this time, he was only wearing a pair of underwear to cover his shame.
Walking outside the cave, he stretched out his fingers and scratched through the air.
Wherever the sword energy reached, a "chi" mark appeared on the stone wall next to the cave. Including the previous carvings, there are six sword marks in total. Leave a mark on the full moon day of each month, and it will count as six months have passed.
Well, half a year.
I have been trapped on the island for half a year.
However, I haven't dared to slack off at all in the past six months, and now I have reached the late stage of the seventh level of Qi refining. The progress of cultivation is not slow, but it is still far away to build the foundation.
There is a stone table placed on the hillside outside the cave. It looks quite rough, but it was carved from reef rocks and it took him a full hour.
There is nothing missing on the isolated island, except time.
Yu Ye stood in front of the cave for a moment, then jumped into the air with his bare feet. After a while, he arrived at the top of the mountain. Although the hill is only twenty or thirty feet high, there is a stone pit more than ten feet in size at the top of the mountain, in which clear rainwater collects. He filled the empty wine jar with water and returned along the same path.
The sea and sky are still empty, there are no ships, no people, not even a bird can be seen.
Yu Ye took a few drinks of water before returning to the cave. He placed the jar on the stone table, turned around and walked towards the seaside.
The waves rolled in front of him, and he flew into the water. But in the blink of an eye, the person was already twenty or thirty feet away. I saw him waving his arms and swimming as much as he could, and his vigorous figure sometimes jumped up and sometimes disappeared without a trace on the sea.
A moment later, a wave of waves exploded on the beach, and a figure flew out from it, holding a sea fish in his hand.
After leaving and returning, Yu Yelingkong took a few steps, and his feet landed lightly on the beach. He stretched out his hand and tore the two-foot-long sea fish in half, throwing away the skin and internal organs, leaving only two pieces of fish meat weighing several kilograms. Next to the stone table are iron cauldron stoves and remaining ashes. But he directly placed the fish on the stone table, took out his dagger and cut it into small pieces, sprinkled a few grains of salt, then grabbed a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.
Well, it tastes good.
Being so naked, with disheveled hair, and eating raw fish and meat, does it look like a trapped animal on an island that eats raw hair and drinks blood?
It was also out of necessity.
When he was trapped on the isolated island, he took Bigu Pill to satisfy his hunger. Then he went to the sea to fish and ate grilled fish and fish soup to satisfy his hunger. However, there are only more than a hundred pills of Bigu Pill, so using the Lihuo Talisman to start a fire is too extravagant. We don’t know how long we will stay on the island, so we can only plan carefully. So he took one Bigu Pill every month and caught a sea fish every seven days, hoping not to be hungry and to be able to practice with peace of mind.
After eating the fish, I drank some water.
Yu Ye poured the remaining water on his head and body, rinsed it for a while, then put down the jar, raised his right hand and waved it gently.
There was a flash of light before his eyes, and suddenly there was a strong wind, and there was a "bang, bang" sound, and two three-foot-long ugly monsters appeared on the beach.
Those were the two demonic salamanders he raised. Both had sharp snouts and sharp teeth, covered in scales, with thick limbs and trailing a tail. The fleshy wings on their backs were three to five feet in size. They were flapping up and down non-stop. They shook their heads and swung their tails back and forth and lifted off the ground. They actually jumped seven or eight feet away and plunged into the sea with "plop, plop". They went crazy one after another. He hunts sea fish and rolls up blood-red waves with them.
As the two demonic salamanders grew in size, they consumed more and more spirit stones. In one year, there were dozens or hundreds of them, which was almost different from what he needed for cultivation. Now letting the two monsters go to the sea to look for food is also a long-term plan.
Yu Ye pulled out a worn Taoist robe and put it on his body, then turned over his hands and took out two jade slips. After reading the "Book of Ten Thousand Beasts" and the Immortal Sect's sword-control formulas for a while, he took out a few ancient volumes of animal skins to study.
Before I knew it, dusk had arrived.
The two monster salamanders had been tossing in the sea for most of the day. They had eaten and drank enough. They both climbed to the shore, still shaking their heads and wagging their tails.
Yu Ye put away the jade slips and volumes, leaned against the stone table and closed his eyes in meditation.
His major skills are "Tiangang Sutra", and his magical powers are "Seven Killing Sword Technique", "Incarnation Technique", and "Heavenly Forbidden Technique". Although he has reached the seventh level of Qi refining, his magical powers and spells have not changed. As for the Shenlong Escape Technique, progress is still slow.
Night falls.
A full moon rises over the sea.
Yu Ye stood up and walked north along the seaside.
Two demonic salamanders followed, causing sand and rocks to fly all the way.
On the hillside at the northern end of the island, two small grave mounds were raised. They were covered with moss and weeds, and there were no traces of burial. On the contrary, the empty wine jars scattered around bear witness to the sad parting.
Yu Ye slowed down and raised a hand.
Although the two demonic salamanders had not yet developed their spiritual intelligence, they were afraid of being imprisoned by his spiritual consciousness, so they hurriedly stopped and hid more than ten feet away.
Yu Ye slowly walked to the tomb.
This is where Mo Xiao and Leng Chen are buried. Every once in a while, he comes to visit.
Under the moonlight, the sound of the waves is like weeping.
…
Yunchuan Immortal Gate.
Jishui Peak.
It’s another day of the year when the gates of the mountain are opened to accept disciples.
Crowds of people surged in front of Bohai Pavilion in Jishui Peak. Not only were there more than a hundred newcomers, but the elders, masters and deacons of Baichuan Hall also showed up, and a group of outer disciples were watching and laughing.
"Oh, seeing these junior brothers and sisters reminds me of the time when you and I started."
"Back then, there were only a dozen disciples recruited, but now there are over a hundred."
"Huh, so what if there are many people. Who dares to compare with my brother Yuye? I think back then the two of us were able to slay demons and demons, and we were invincible..."
"Dang Guiyi, you have boasted hundreds of times, where are your Yuye brothers now?"
"Yu Ye shouldn't have worshiped the inner gate. It's only because he was competitive that he lost his life in Nanyu City..."
"Yu Xing doesn't dare to say nonsense!"
"I'm not talking nonsense. If he, Uncle Mo, and Brother Leng were all right, they should have returned to the mountain gate long ago. Now, five years have passed and there has been no news..."
The disciples who were talking were Dang Guiyi, Musa, Li Yun, Yu Xing, Shang Xin and Hong Qiaoer. The six of them started in the same year and have close contacts. Now five years later, they have all become masters of the sixth level of Qi refining and above.
At this moment, a handsome young man walked over.
"Angelica One!"
"Hey, Senior Brother Yu, I don't know what I have ordered, but I will definitely obey you!"
The one who came was Yu Yan, the apprentice of Deacon Chang Ming, the steward disciple of Baichuan Hall, and a master of the eighth level of Qi refining.
"Let's go to the back mountain. There is a senior who wants to ask you!"
"senior?"
“You’ll find out when you get there.”
On the day when the new disciple entered the school, Yu Li was very busy. He said hello to several fellow disciples, then turned around and walked towards the crowd.
Angelica Yi didn't dare to neglect, turned around and ran towards the back mountain.
For the past five years, he has been staying at Jishui Peak, either patrolling the mountain or on duty. Although his life was dull and boring, he lived peacefully. Who would have thought that a senior would be looking for him today? Could it be that he was caught stealing elixir last time?
Back mountain.
Jishui Lakeside.
A middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back.
This man is in his forties, lean, with a sparse beard and deep eyes.
As soon as Angelica ran up to him, he bowed and said timidly: "Senior..."
The man turned around.
Angelica Yi was so frightened that she didn't dare to look up and took two steps back hastily.
The man looked him up and down and said indifferently: "Seven years ago, was it you who took my token to worship the Immortal Sect?"
Angelica Yi slowly raised her head and said overjoyed: "Uncle Bu Yi——"
"Who are you……?"
"My master, Huang Daochang, is the successor of the Five Thunder Dharma. Before he died, he ordered his disciples to come and seek refuge with Uncle Divination!"
"oh……"
Bu Yi was silent.
Twenty years ago, I met a casual cultivator, and we got along very well at that time. I once asked him for the Immortal Sect Token, but I didn't expect that the other person's descendants would come to visit him.
"Uncle Master——"
Suddenly, Dangguiyi's eyes turned red, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, and said in a tearful tone: "I have been lonely and wandering all these years, and now I have finally found my relatives. I kowtow to you, old man -"
He grabbed the ground with his head, and there was a "bang, bang" sound.
Perhaps the words "relatives" touched his heart. Bu Yi hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly, and said: "The sect master ordered me to recruit inner disciples. You can follow me from now on!"
"As you command!"
Angelica Yi kowtowed a few more times before jumping up.
Having a backer makes a big difference. In the blink of an eye, he is already an inner disciple.
Bu Yi turned to look at Jishui Lake and said: "After ten years, the Immortal Sect is no longer what it used to be. During this period, many changes have occurred, and how many disciples have died!"
Dang Guiyi asked curiously: "Uncle Master has been out for so long. Could it be that he is returning from Nanyu City?"
"How can you, an outer disciple, know about Nanyu City?"
"Yu Ye went out to travel with his fellow disciples. His life and death are still unknown. I asked around and learned that he went to Nanyu City..."
"Yu Ye?"
"Oh, my uncle has just returned. I don't know anything. Yu Ye is very famous in Jishui Peak. He joined the Immortal Sect in the same year as this junior. He is a good brother worthy of trusting his life!"
"How old is he and what's so special about him?"
"Seven years ago, he was only eighteen years old. He was good at sword energy and had powerful supernatural powers..."
Bu Yi turned around suddenly with a scary expression on his face.
Angelica Yi quickly closed her mouth.
But Uncle Bu was silent for a moment, and a smile appeared on his gloomy face.
He returned to Yunchuan Peak for only a few days, either to meet with the sect master and hand over errands, or to deal with the interrogations of several elders, and then because Shen Qitang was short of manpower, he was ordered to recruit inner disciples. It was precisely because he was too busy that he didn't see Chenqi and Bai Zhi, and he knew very little about the trip to Nanyu City, but he didn't want to hear that familiar name again.
However, the young man who was good at sword energy had not returned home for five years. Could it be that he is dead...
