Outside the Sword Sect, Lu Yun, who was hiding in the dark, had a headache watching Yun Shuiqing and Feng Yuyao leave one after another.
She originally thought that there was something strange about Yun Shuiqing during this period. With his childish nature, it would be easy for him to go astray. She wanted to observe in secret, but she saw this scene.
Yun Shuiqing's identity was known to very few people within the sect, but she knew it all.
She also knew that there was a causal relationship between the divine sword and Feng Yuyao. She had interfered with this cause and effect without authorization, but now it seemed that the power of cause and effect was still trying to reverse the path.
Lu Yun didn't care about that divine sword, but she cared about Yun Shuiqing.
As the spirit of the sword, Yun Shuiqing is inseparable from the sword. Once the sword falls into Feng Yuyao's hands, Yun Shuiqing will definitely be bound to her.
Thinking about it, Lu Yun simply contacted Wen Renshi.
She wanted to ask if there was a way to separate the weapon spirit and the spiritual weapon.
The weapon spirit and the spiritual weapon, as a whole, are like the Qianqiu Zhong and Weng Zi, interfering with each other and influencing each other.
When Wen Renshi received no response for the time being, Lu Yun could only calm down and continue her boring and ordinary practice routine.
There are no years in the mountains, and a few months are just fleeting for those who practice.
It coincides with the second month of winter in the world, and snow falls on the cold mountains.
The large formation on Wentian Peak was opened, and the protection of the formation was lost. The cold wind swept across the mountain top, and the heavy snow fell with it.
Lu Yun's door was kicked open, and Ji Hongxi pulled Lu Yun into the silver.
The snow is flying, wine is boiled and swords are danced.
Lu Yun, who was forced out of seclusion, looked at Ji Hongxi's figure leaping in the snow, her eyes a little dazed.
She had been practicing for half a year and had made no progress in her swordsmanship, but at this moment she vaguely caught something.
"Junior sister, come!"
Ji Hongxi's soft drink sounded, and Lu Yun suddenly felt something in her heart.
She ignored Ji Hongxi, but took out Hanjiang Snow and stood quietly in the heavy snow.
Snowflakes fell on the plain clothes, but within a moment, the man's head was already white.
But her eyes were half closed, and her eyes were looking at the snow on the ground, almost frozen.
Ji Hongxi, who was still making a fuss, sheathed her sword, took a few steps back to the side of Yun Shuiqing, drank the hot wine in one gulp, and then said something.
"evildoer!"
Just admiring the snow, this can be an epiphany.
"Come, junior brother, have a drink."
Giving Yun Shuiqing a glass of wine, Ji Hongxi smiled like a flower under the hesitant look in his eyes.
"Sake, nothing strong at all."
Yun Shuiqing took a tentative sip, and the fruity aroma made people's eyes brighten. After taking a cup, he felt a burning pain in his throat.
The strong alcohol burned his internal organs, and he couldn't help but cough. Faced with his senior brother's sly eyes, he felt helpless.
Just as Yun Shuiqing coughed, Lu Yun, who was silent in the wind and snow, moved.
The snow on the Hanjiang River drew a beautiful arc. Lu Yunren moved with the sword, and the sword moves were light and ethereal, like the baby swallow returning to its nest.
Lifting it up easily, the black hair was flying, Lu Yun thrust out with his sword, and on Wentian Peak, some birds flew to the nearby treetops.
They seemed to be bewitched by someone, their green bean-sized eyes looking at Lu Yun below.
The gentle sword intention dissipated the coldness of the past, the three-foot long sword caused the snowflakes to dance together, and the birds suddenly chirped and fluttered their wings to fly into the wind and snow.
Lu Yun moved forward with her sword. There was no killing intent, no sword energy, only a swallow fell on the snow in Hanjiang River.
The weak birds were not frostbitten by the cold air of Han Jiangxue. Instead, they jumped about for fun. Then they stepped on Lu Yun's head and flew high into the sky, disappearing into the wind and snow without a trace.
Lu Yun sheathed her sword, and the snowflakes resumed their natural falling arc.
The breath in the body is flowing, endlessly, and the cultivation that has not made much progress in seclusion for half a year is taking a small step at this moment.
Even Guiyan's sword technique is somewhat promising.
Yunjian Jue is really unusual. If you master the Yunjian Jue, you can sharpen your sword skills faster than ordinary people.
Lu Yun smiled, turned around and slashed the wine glass thrown by Ji Hongxi with his sword.
Looking into the pavilion, as expected, Yun Shuiqing was drunk again.
Ji Hongxi shrugged in the face of Lu Yun's reproachful expression: "I don't even like saying goodbye, so there's no need to say goodbye when you're drunk."
"Let's go and find Master."
The trip to Nanshan Tomb is on the agenda, and the elder sent by the Hidden Sword Sect this time is Wentian.
It can be said that the three masters and disciples of Wentianfeng have secured the quota, but not many people object. Yuntian's cultivation is already the first among several elders.
After being in seclusion for a long time and unable to break through, Yuntian went out to travel in search of opportunities this time.
However, Yuntian was unreliable. After leaving for half a year and not coming back when the time came, a message came, asking her and her senior brother to go to Zhonglu to wait for him.
In the wind and snow, the two senior brothers and sisters left the Hidden Sword Sect.
The mountains are high and it's easy to get cold, but at the end of February, there is a bit of spring feeling below the mountains.
The branches are covered with fresh green, wild grass grows from the ground, and the spring scenery is pleasant.
However, Lu Yun was unable to appreciate the scenery.
She was still in the foundation stage of cultivation and could not fly with a sword for the time being. She was planning to take a treasure ship to the Central Continent.
But Ji Hongxi became interested and wanted to take her to fly with a sword, saying that he would let her experience the heroic feeling of climbing high in the sky and overlooking all living beings in advance.
However, Ji Hongxi likes to play around. He does not wield a sword, but insists on wielding a weapon. He still uses the wine gourd that Ji Hongxi carries with him.
Although the wine gourd is a spiritual weapon, it is of inferior quality and its only function is to lock in the flavor of the wine.
How could this gourd withstand Ji Hongxi's tossing? Halfway through the flight, the gourd cracked, and Lu Yun fell high into the sky with Ji Hongxi.
In order to protect Lu Yun, Ji Hongxi did not have time to observe the surrounding environment. As a result, the two of them fell into an unknown deep mountain forest.
Rubbing her eyebrows, Lu Yun wanted to draw her sword and kill her senior brother.
"My fault."
Touching his nose, Ji Hongxi looked at the situation around him, feeling guilty.
There are trees all around, which look ordinary. Now in the evening, the sun is setting in the west, and only a few scattered rays of light are covered by the leaves, casting mottled shadows all around.
In the virgin forest-like mountain forest, there are no people and no roads.
Ji Hongxi stood there without moving, and the scornful smile on his face disappeared unconsciously.
"Found?"
Lu Yun glanced at her senior brother without curiosity.
You can play whatever you want inside the door, but you still act like this when you come out. As a result, this nonsense puts the two of them in danger.
"This is the Ancient Man Mountains!"
Ji Hongxi found a tree, swiped his fingers, and tore the bark into pieces with his sword energy. What he saw was not ordinary juice, but the color of blood.
"Um."
The Guman Mountains stretch across the East Continent and the Central Continent for thousands of miles, and are like a natural chasm that separates the North Sky and the West Bank.
It is precisely because of the existence of the Ancient Man Mountains that the demon cultivating sects on the west coast have never been able to completely capture Beitian.
A long time ago, those demon sects also thought about leveling the ancient barbarian mountains and using their strength to open a way, but they ended in failure.
All because this ancient barbarian mountain range is too strange.
Here, people's cultivation will be suppressed. The closer to the depths of the mountains, the more severely the cultivation will be suppressed.
He was supposed to take another route to the Central Continent, but Ji Hongxi didn't pay attention for a moment and took a side track, flying over the Guman Mountains. His cultivation was shaken, which caused the wine gourd to break and the two of them fell here.
