There was a "crack" sound. Don't dodge or avoid.
Then there was the sound of something falling. Xi Zishi suddenly came back to his senses, as if he was a little panicked, and didn't want to stay here for a long time. He immediately picked up the torn box and jumped away towards the direction of Tianzhu.
Subiezhi's sword had already lost its accuracy, but it still managed to cut open the treasure chest on Xi Zishi's shoulder and cut off a piece of Xinhu meteorite. The thing that just fell was a piece of the Heart Lake meteorite iron that had been shaved off, almost as big as the palm of your hand.
As for the back hall ravine, after Xi Zishi left, the hustle and bustle quickly disappeared.
The dust has subsided, but the night has not passed yet. There was only a faint light from the fire in the front hall, and there was no moonlight or starlight in the sky.
Underneath the ravine, an unstoppable storm swept uncontrollably. The distant sky pillar shines with eternal light, gentle and heavy, silent.
Leaning in Jue Tongjun's arms, Subiezhi was exhausted, and due to injury and blood loss, he fell into a coma at some point.
Jue Tongjun had mixed emotions. Looking at Subiezhi who was injured and unconscious, his eyes were blurred.
The distant mountains are connected with the night, and the black shadows flicker in the abyss. The cold wind blew by, and he came back to his senses. He tried to calm down first, carefully picked up the Subie branch, walked to the edge of the cliff, picked up the fallen meteorite, and turned around to walk towards Qiongtian Temple.
On the beams in the back hall, scattered dust blew down. Swept by the west wind, it floated towards the missing night dire.
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A few days later, the storm in the world has still not subsided at all. There are many masts standing on the edge of the hanging river, and the foamy waves are carrying a confusing fishy smell.
On the fishing boat sampan docked on the shore, uneven river fish are dried. The hull of the boat kept floating in the rolling river water, and the boat lights nestled beside the awning shone faintly.
The sky was filled with lead gray, and a thin drizzle of rain fell from time to time. There is a faint musty smell lingering in the streets and alleys, and the moss on the corners looks rather wanton.
The little-known riverside town has gained a lot of noisy atmosphere in recent days. There are more and more pedestrians coming and going on the street, most of them look bad, like jackals looking for prey.
No matter how careless the people of the small town are about worldly affairs, they have heard of such changes. It was rumored that an expert had obtained a rare treasure and blew up the palace of the administrator of Tianzhu. Most of these weirdos swarming here are plotting against the treasure.
Jiuche Xiaoying is causing trouble in the world, and even if they survive temporarily, they don't dare to take it lightly. Seeing that these people didn't look like good people, the people in the small town naturally didn't dare to ask, let alone provoke them. They just hoped that the master would leave quickly so that they could really breathe a sigh of relief.
There are actually rumors like this in several places. Ever since the explosion in the Qiongtian Temple that night, the whereabouts of the Black Rain Swordsman have been reported frequently in various places. No one knows whether it is true or not.
Whether it was Jiuche Xiaoying or the wish-seekers and busybodies who got involved, the entry of the Black Rain Swordsman caused quite a stir.
In a fishing boat on the riverside of the small town, two people wearing bamboo hats were each holding a pottery bowl, chewing yellow rice and dripping fresh fish.
No one suspected at all, the whereabouts of Lang Chenyan and Fu Yunge were perfectly concealed. In the past two days, they have deliberately spread information, and they heard that the siege of Qiongtian Palace has been basically lifted.
Dongfang Shiming once said that he would send white pom-poms to communicate at any time, but he has not seen any white pom-poms in the past few days. Although Fu Yunge was confused, he was limited by the current situation and could only rely on himself to adapt to the situation.
Lang Chenyan has lived in the snowy desert for a long time, so he is already very unfamiliar with such fresh fish. He was quite satisfied with these meals. Fengjuan Canyun finished them quickly, wiping his chin and glancing at Fu Yunge who was standing aside.
Fu Yunge was thinking about many things and didn't taste the food much. After a long time, he realized that Lang Chenyan was looking at him, and then he slowly came back to his senses.
"You plan to leave tonight." Suddenly, Lang Chenyan concluded almost conclusively.
Fu Yunge was stunned for a moment, but quickly nodded: "Yes. There is no need to stay here any longer. We have to rescue Senior Zuichenxiang and the others as soon as possible."
Lang Chenyan shrugged "Huh". He was only responsible for contributing, and all plans depended on Fu Yunge's arrangements. He had no objection.
With a "click", Fu Yunge put the rice bowl aside and raised his hand to lift up the silk and linen tarpaulin.
Rain and smoke are still floating outside, and mist like blue silk is flowing on the water.
Fu Yunge also considered that they did not have enough current information.
Although they have been following the path on the map, they are now unaware of the emergency situation in various places, so they cannot kill two birds with one stone or seek other anticipated assistance.
However, having reached this point anyway, they can only react at any time.
The river flows endlessly. The two of them followed the plan they had made and split up after dinner, waiting for the next step to unfold.
On the map, the small town where the two of them were located was still far away from the legendary Omen State.
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It was night, and the miserable wind blew low across the river. Like a baby's cry, the whistling sound hovered over the small town, and the night was sluggish among the chaotic clouds for a long time.
The sound of rain gradually stopped at night, and the puddles on the ground of varying sizes reflected the dark night.
In the small town, every household has almost turned off the lights and gone to sleep, but in the few inns, the windows are still bright, like lanterns illuminating the night.
The thin window paper kept flapping against the wooden lattice in the wind, letting out a haggard lament. The broken holes blew a narrow breeze into the room. Although the coolness was comfortable, it was still desolate and lonely.
