"The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling it."
It is the season of fireworks in March and continuous spring rain.
On the hillside covered with raindrops of wild flowers, a figure carried an unrivaled aura. It just appeared and then disappeared in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, a three-inch silver embroidery needle "pierced" the air silently, leaving a deep ravine wherever it passed. The mountain flowers all over the field withered in the blink of an eye, and the towering trees that had just sprouted buds were like Hemp stalks are generally broken.
A moment after the figure and the "embroidery needle" disappeared, the entire mountain collapsed, like a rock-shattering, natural disaster.
A group of new scholars and ladies who were on a spring outing in the Jin Dynasty were shocked and sat down on the ground, trembling and not knowing why.
Xin Zhuo was constantly teleporting. His clothes were in tatters, his hair was messy, his handsome face was covered with dust, and his eyes were blood red. He was obviously exhausted to the extreme.
It has been twelve days, and he has escaped thousands of miles or tens of thousands of miles?
In order to prevent being discovered by the people of the Dayan Sect, he kept flying through remote mountains and rivers. However, the nine flying needles of the Yuanji master behind him were always with him. In the past twelve days, he had narrowly avoided them. Eight needles, but the ninth needle has not dissipated, and he has reached the end of his strength at this moment.
In fact, with his cultivation at the initial stage of Hunyuanxu, he escaped under the noses of five Yuanji masters and dozens of Hunyuanxu masters, and even tricked them before leaving. This is There are only a handful of classics that can be found in history.
At this time, the true energy in his body was almost exhausted, and he could not even use mental methods to replenish it. The realm he had just broken through had not yet stabilized. If he continued to escape, he would probably damage his foundation. He subconsciously scanned the surroundings with his Hunyuanxu mind.
No one is chasing you!
The aura of the silver needle was infinitely weaker than before.
Now unless Old Ghost Dongfang is not repelled by Zhao Yizhu and follows him all the time, there is no need to escape anymore.
So, he decided to take a gamble.
He suddenly stopped and stood high in the air, looking at the silver needle that was piercing the air and getting closer and closer with a thunderous killing force.
I don't know what kind of material this embroidery "silver needle" is made of. It is neither gold nor iron nor jade. It is invincible to the five elements and has supernatural powers. It has chased me for thousands of miles, which is very scary.
At this moment, the "target" seemed to be detected. The small silver needle rolled up three feet of strange ripples, forming a faint python head.
"Buzz——"
The mountains and forests for three to five miles around are swaying from side to side and undulating constantly.
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and was blessed with all the power of Hunyuanxu. A dazzling Hunyuan light appeared around his body. The wind within a hundred feet rode on the red clouds, and the heaven and earth became Hunyuan, transforming into a vision, among which was Even a single wisp can injure a Lingtai realm master.
The index and middle fingers of the right hand were lightly wrapped, and the Tianwu Sword came out of its sheath with a "choking" sound.
"Jianyi, evil god!"
The evil sword light penetrated the sky and the earth, and rolled up a huge blue-gray aura. It was majestic and strange. It was neither righteous nor evil, impartial, but extremely evil and sharp. It was slashed with one sword.
Just in touch with the "embroidery needle"!
"boom--"
The snake shadow and silver needle fell slumped, without any momentum at all.
Xin Zhuo seemed to have been hit by a hundred thousand mountains. His clothes were torn apart and his skin was bursting with wounds. His consciousness was blurred and he flew far away.
The ten miles of mountain forest on the spot turned into flying ash, the water flow of several miles of small rivers was drained in the blink of an eye, the endless chaotic atmosphere continued to spread to the surroundings, and dozens of shocking cracks opened on the ground.
Half an hour later, several warriors from the Yang Realm arrived and looked around. They were extremely frightened. Such a terrible scene was beyond their understanding. They hurried away and warned the experts from all directions that a disaster was coming here. Don't come.
The drizzle keeps falling on the mountains, forests and rivers, nourishing all things.
An official road running from east to west was filled with mud and was rolled over by wheels. There was a mess in the grass beside the official road.
Xin Zhuo lay quietly, with blood staining the green grass all over his body. His injuries were extremely serious, many of his meridians were broken, and the Hunyuan whirlpool in his body was also a bit messy. He could not lift up half of his strength, and he also lost the medical silver needle he carried with him. , unable to heal, but there was a bit of relaxation and relief on his face.
Finally, he escaped the pursuit and escaped unscathed.
He even took the time to change into a more comfortable position, which resulted in dozens of shocking wounds and even more blood flowing out.
He reached out and picked a green fruit in the grass. This fruit is called Jiulingchun. It is not a good thing, but it is very sweet and delicious. Zhao Yizhu usually likes to eat it.
I put it in my mouth and tasted it. It was not ripe, with a hint of bitterness in the sweet and sour taste. I chewed it gently for a moment and swallowed it.
Unappetizing.
The drizzle fell on my face, making it hard to open my eyes.
An indescribable loneliness and emptiness flooded into my heart, and my mind was filled with thoughts of that woman who was not as beautiful as she should be in the world, who was quiet and gentle, neither competitive nor overbearing, neither humble nor overbearing, and occasionally had a little temper.
Zhao Yizhu.
When I was there, I didn’t feel that there was anything. When it was gone, I realized that there was something missing in my heart...
what exactly is it?
There is no destination in the world! There can no longer be a person in this world who will always wait silently no matter where he goes.
So what if we break through the Hunyuanxu? Wandering alone, with no one to rely on.
In fact, he doesn't have much potential. At least, he doesn't have the amazing talent that the disciples of the Eighteen Sects thought. He doesn't have the qualifications of the Great Emperor that the master and his wife who are standing at Jianfeng and the brothers think. He doesn't even know what the hell the Great Emperor is. .
So his nose will also be sore.
Then, he saw a very handsome dog face poking into the grass, with a crystal clear jade flute in its mouth, and a pair of dog eyes with a bit of worry.
Xiao Huang.
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and put his hands on the pillow: "You must not have seen how coward I look!"
"Crack!"
Xiao Huang spit out the jade flute in his mouth and shook his tail a few times.
Xin Zhuo's pupils shrank, and he grabbed the jade flute, whirling gently...
The jade flute of Zhao Yizhu.
This was actually the only thing she had left for herself.
He touched the jade flute for a long time, put it in his mouth and blew it. He was so good at blowing it that it only made a whining sound, which was unpleasant to hear.
The little yellow dog twitched its mouth, stretched out its paw and pointed at his wound.
"It doesn't matter much. Ten days and a half is enough. No matter how serious the injury is, I'll take a break and think about where we should go."
He carefully put the jade flute into his close-fitting rags, continued to pillow it with his hands, and closed his eyes.
Xiao Huang whimpered twice and lay aside.
"Geleng Leng..."
There was a sound of carriage wheels crushing the mud in the distance, as well as the loud neighing of horses and the sound of the groom's driving call.
Someone must have been passing by, but Xin Zhuo was too lazy to open his eyes.
"Crunch——"
After a while, the car suddenly stopped next to it, and a charming girl's voice sounded: "Second Miss, Commander Huang, there is a young man who is about to die."
Another man's gloomy voice said: "The world is not peaceful. Martial arts masters do not distinguish between good and evil. They often fight. It is common for people to starve to death on the road. Why should you care, Ling'er?"
"But..." The pretty girl said: "He's not dead yet, he's still very young. The dog he raised is so spiritual and has been protecting him. It's so touching."
"Creak!"
The window lattice of the carriage was pushed open, and a soft voice from the royal lady said: "Take him and the little yellow dog with you."
"Second Miss!"
The man's gloomy voice said: "My concubine has already told you not to meddle in other people's business on the road. Although I, the Changle family of Xichuan, belong to a martial arts family with thousands of years of history, there are so many masters in the world now, and all forces are entangled to correct their mistakes. Once I provoke my enemies, , the head of the family..."
Yu Jieyin said coldly: "He doesn't have the aura of a warrior. He must be an ordinary person. How can he provoke any enemies? Take him with him!"
The pretty girl's voice giggled: "Second Miss is kind-hearted...ah, this boy is so good-looking."
The window lattice was removed, and Sister Yu said in a cold voice: "I pity the dog. A dog is more loyal than a human."
In the grass, Xiao Huang shook his mouth twice, carefully covering the biggest wound for his master, and then revealed an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
(End of chapter)
