On the dark mountain road, Yan Yongchun was rushing over.
In the evening, Yuan Ziyi said he went out for a stroll, but he didn't come back until the willow shoots above the moon. Yan Yongchun guessed without using his brain that the other party must have gone to Jiang Wen during the day.
Two people who came from the same school, Yuan Ziyi's character is completely different from Yan Yongchun. She always wants to take the initiative and control variables, and there seems to be a sense of crisis always accompanying her.
When they lived in a nunnery in Mount Emei, the two of them were wrapped in a quilt and stared at the leaking roof. Yan Yongchun once heard her say anxiously that she had felt out of tune with the outside world since she was a child.
At that time, Yan Yongchun took the initiative to comfort Yuan Ziyi. This was just an illusion that she had been bullied since she was a child. In the future, if he learned martial arts, he would definitely help her stand out, and no one would be able to bully him.
Yuan Ziyi, who had a shaved head, bit his lip and said that was not entirely the case. She often feels that her memory is very far away. Whether it is her childhood wandering or her current asceticism and seclusion, she is like a confused spectator, always feeling that everything is incompatible with her.
Yuan Ziyi thought hard to describe it, and finally came up with a word - like a lifetime ago.
Yan Yongchun felt drowsy after listening to it. The pain all over her body from practicing martial arts made it impossible for her to understand this kind of distress. She would rather think that the body was not her own, so that she would not feel so uncomfortable.
Yan Yongchun had always felt kind and cute towards this junior sister brought back by his master, and he was often tolerant of her petty thoughts. He didn't understand why the master was so strict in controlling her, and he didn't even dare to teach Yuan Ziyi his martial arts skills.
But this time, Yan Yongchun didn't want Yuan Ziyi to be willful anymore.
Leader Jiang is a good man. He has great martial arts skills but never bullies the weak. He has a wide range of friends and is anxious for others. Even his excessive request of wanting to learn other martial arts was met by him calmly and he even arranged food and accommodation for them.
If Yuan Ziyi had an enmity with the other party, and then did things like secretly learn martial arts and steal the leader, it would be really hard for her to accept it in her heart.
Therefore, after finding out the location of the Wuyi sect from Master Luo, Yan Yongchun spent all night searching, regardless of Master Luo's hesitant obstruction, he just wanted to stop Yuan Ziyi from acting recklessly.
Starting from Xiamei Town, it took an hour to reach the foot of Dawang Peak and stop in front of a dimly lit Taoist temple.
Yan Yongchun, who had been waiting for no news for a long time, took another look at the deserted and black peaks and cliffs on both sides of the long river. They did not look like a sect's mountain gate at all. He secretly thought that Yuan Ziyi would not go to the barren mountains alone overnight, and he did not know that Wuyi Where is the Taoist sect—could this Taoist temple be the Wuyi sect?
Yan Yongchun knocked on the door several times, but the Taoist temple was silent, as if it was just an empty house. But in the depths of the Taoist temple, there was clearly the sound of flutes and pipes playing faintly, as if they were praying and chanting sutras all night long.
In the dark environment, Yan Yongchun walked around the Taoist temple and finally found the plaque with "Huixian Temple" written on it. He instantly knew that he had made a mistake. Jiang Wen's Wuyi sect must be somewhere else.
Looking up at the boundless galaxy, a big star is emitting cold light, covering the starry field in the north in the distance, as if a single eye is patrolling the world with its sight, and it also shines on the dark mountain peaks at the right time.
"This peak is exactly the same as the official hat shape that Master Luo said. It must be Dawang Peak. Maybe the Wuyi Mountain Gate is on the other side."
Yan Yongchun was not discouraged and searched carefully along the winding mountain path again. Hearing the sound of the sparkling waves of Jiuqu River at night, he finally saw a few lines of footprints on the soft soil. Some were large and some were small, but they were just right. Jiang Wen and his party agreed.
"Great, it seems that Ziyi and them were walking together and there was no fight. God forbid, she must not steal other people's secret books in the middle of the night..."
Walking along the stream again and turning around a stone wall, Yan Yongchun actually found Yuan Ziyi who had disappeared for a long time!
Yuan Ziyi, who fainted by the stream, was soaked in water. His whole body was cold and he was convulsing slightly. However, he lay with his head facing the stream, as if he had been attacked from behind.
Yan Yongchun stepped forward nervously, and the White Crane Fist was instantly formed. His feet were steady and gentle on the river beach, just like a real crane standing in the stream, ready to guard against attacks from around him.
But until she got close to Yuan Ziyi and touched her forehead, which was hot due to the cold body, she didn't notice anything strange in the bamboo forest and reeds.
At the turn of autumn and winter, in the cold night, how can a mortal fetus withstand the cold invasion of the body? Yan Yongchun took off his coat without hesitation and was about to put it on the unconscious Yuan Ziyi, but he found whip marks all over Yuan Ziyi's arms, chest, abdomen, shoulders and neck. They were now bruised and purple, and the scene was horrifying.
Thoughts were racing in his mind, and his worries and annoyances were coming in turn. Yan Yongchun's face was solemn, and he instantly restored the truth...
"Headmaster Jiang is actually this kind of person! Zi Yi must have been caught stealing martial arts. He was beaten all over with wounds with a whip and thrown to the river! He has a human face and a beast heart!"
Yuan Ziyi, who was suddenly moved and unconscious, suddenly began to talk in his sleep, making Yan Yongchun nervous again.
"Removing corpses..."
"Zi Yi, what did you just say?" Yan Yongchun came to her mouth and listened carefully.
"Child...save the child quickly..."
Hearing this, Yan Yongchun's expression became more serious, and he held Yuan Ziyi's cold hand tightly.
"Don't worry, I will definitely rescue the child from the man with a human face and a beast heart!"
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The noisy sounds all around were indistinguishable, as if a heavy hammer was beating on Jiang Wen's heart, making a popping sound. The desolate Manting Peak was decorated with lanterns and colorful lanterns. The colorful lanterns stretched up and down, and the lights were bright, but Jiang Wen felt extremely scared in his heart——
Is it really a good idea to set fire to the mountain and sit on the top of the mountain?
Jiang Wen muttered, standing alone in the empty courtyard, the fragrance of Song Gui, the dilapidated ancient well, and the feast on the top of the mountain were clearly visible, which made him even more convinced that he was in a place that was enough for his eyes, ears, and In a dream where the five senses of nose, body and mind are all vivid.
In Book 7 of his book "The Republic", Plato proposed the Allegory of the Cave. If prisoners were locked in a cave illuminated only by wisdom and could not turn back, and they did not know the cause of the images, they would think that these shadows are "realities" and call them by different names.
But Jiang Wen was pretty sure this was a dream.
When he was escaping from the trap in the house, Jiang Wen subconsciously used his Yiyang Finger, which had 16 strands of strength. However, this martial art consumed a huge amount of internal energy. Using his remaining internal energy, he could only light candles out of thin air, which was useless at all. It could be so powerful!
Jiang Wen secretly thought that he still seemed to be asleep and could not escape the influence of his dream for the time being.
"I can't even wake myself up with the thirteen needles from the ghost gate. Am I the ghost that suppresses the bed or the bed suppresses the ghost..."
However, Jiang Wen also vaguely noticed that this bizarre dream would make him mistakenly believe that he had all his internal energy. In other words, the internal energy he was using now was just an illusion in the dream. In fact, he could not use the true energy at all.
The pre-Qin voices coming from all directions around him seemed to be urging him to go to Manting Peak.
But Jiang Wen knew very well that the Xianhan ravine here and the Hongqiao spanned the sky. The deceased on the mountain thought that they could go to the banquet across the sky after being buried on the cliff, but no one had ever come back alive to tell others what the price of attending this banquet was.
Standing in the yard and thinking deeply, Jiang Wen finally thought of a way.
Go back inside and sleep again.
