"Brother Yu, what happened?" Feng Xian looked at the two of them in surprise, glanced at Zhong Xia a few times, and then turned around and asked after finding that there was nothing suspicious.
"Brother Feng, don't panic. Just now, my sister was frightened by a corpse." Yu Zun casually pointed to the pile of bones at his feet and said calmly.
"How do you get out of this ancient mountain at this moment? It's such a cold and dead night. Something strange may happen. The little girl needs to be mentally prepared." Feng Xian raised his head and took a sip of wine, his mouth full of alcohol.
Although the ancient mountain is a small peak in the ghost world, it reaches straight into the sky and can't be seen to the end. It is true to its name of "Sword Hidden Peak", it really looks like a sharp sword, hidden in the clouds and mist.
The rustling starlight swayed down, flicking on some rusty swords, reflecting some ancient light.
There is not a single plant or tree growing on the Jianyin Peak. The whole mountain is covered with a layer of rotten swords. About three thousand feet above the ground, there is a flickering wave of light. But when it reaches the end, they are shocked to find that this wave of light is actually Made of thousands of rotten swords.
But Yu Zun had a doubt hidden in his heart just now, or in other words, he had this doubt in his mind as soon as he entered Kunshan Mountains. "Where did the villagers in Zhongxia and Qingshi Town come from? Especially the old man. , and it looks extraordinary, has the sword she mentioned just now been seen before?"
And when he was struggling with depression, a gust of wind rushed towards him from the soles of his feet. He was shocked in his heart. What kind of wind was this? It was obviously a sword wind composed of sharp swords. He hurriedly pulled Zhongxia behind him, and Yu came out from his palm. The Yuantian Blade slashed left and right, and quickly dodged the sword blade that was coming at an angle, only to be able to avoid the sword wind.
Feng Xian on the side was also swept away by a wave of bone-burning and soul-eating sword wind. Feng Xian had been seriously injured before, so when he evaded, his movements were inevitably slower. The thin piece of clothing around him, The pieces chopped by the sword wind ended up in the shape of strips of cloth, and the scene was so funny.
Yu Zun's eyes wrinkled, and there was both shock and confusion in his eyes: "How could he appear here?"
In front of his eyes was a sea of swords paved with rotten swords, covering the mountains and plains, glowing with the light of black silver swords. The gentle breeze blew, and the sea of swords made a continuous tinkling sound, like a sword hilt like a dead tree. As the sword blade inserted between the earth and rocks trembled slightly, it trembled and let out bursts of wind roar.
In the depths of the sea of swords, an old man stood on a rusty ancient sword. The old man had a hunched back and held a cane in his hand. As if on the ground, the old man gently paused his crutch, and the sea of swords composed of rotten swords actually glowed with a wave of bright silver and green light.
"My little friend, long time no see." The old man coughed several times. His withered torso was trembling, as if he might collapse at any time.
Isn't this old man the same old man I saw at the Yinxue Altar in Frost City? But why did he appear here?
Yu Zun knitted his eyebrows tightly, feeling puzzled and shocked in his heart, "What? Isn't it painful enough to hurt me?" Yu Zun said coldly, without giving the old man any face.
"Little friend, how did you know that I was harming you instead of saving you?" The old man smiled tremblingly, and the wrinkles on his face were like deep ravines, filled with the vicissitudes and ruthlessness of the years.
Yu Zun snorted coldly and said, "Don't look for nice things to say. What's your purpose now? Are you unwilling because you didn't seek my life before?"
The old man's turbid eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and he said calmly: "My little friend, do you remember that I called you when you first entered this world?"
Yu Zun's face was startled. He suddenly remembered that half a year ago, when he was in Youquan Huanhai, he heard the warning: "Why don't you run away quickly?" At that time, he had wondered who was in the dark. remind him?
"Could that person be you back then?" Yu Zun's confused face had the word "unbelievable" written on it.
The old man chuckled and said, "If you're not an old man, could you be someone else?"
At this time, Yu Zun realized the strangeness and darkness of the matter. If he had been observing himself in the Youquan Fantasy Sea, wouldn't all of this be in front of his eyes? Xue Qier, Yinshi Ridge, Frost City...
Could he be the mastermind behind all this? Just now I heard Fengxian mentioned that the Hidden Sword Peak is a small peak in the Ghost Realm. Could it be that the Ghost Realm, the Yin Corpse Ridge and the Ruins are all related to the old man in front of me who is not amazing in appearance, withered and fragile?
"Little friend, since I call you little friend, I will not harm you. I appear here just to remind you that you must put down your little lover for the time being, and you cannot resurrect her within three years. Otherwise, the consequences will be beyond your imagination..."
The old man suddenly opened his turbid eyes, and a beam of light, like thousands of sharp sword blades, shot into Yu Zun's eyes with a clanging sound. Yu Zun felt as if the heaven and earth were about to be torn apart. Time is passing, the sky is collapsing and the earth is dying, all living beings are withering away, it looks like the end of the world.
When he woke up leisurely the next day, he was already by a small lake. He rubbed his swollen temples and shouted, "Sister Zhongxia? Are you there?" After his thoughts gradually became clear, he remembered yesterday. He was shocked in his heart, "Who is that old man, and why did he say those things to me?"
At this time, Zhong Xia, who had been washing clothes by the lake, came over worriedly. Seeing that Yu Zun had woken up, his face suddenly became a little more joyful and said: "Brother, it's good that you're awake. If you don't wake up, Zhong Xia will be dead." I have to go back and call grandpa.”
Yu Zun scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly: "Sister Zhongxia, how long have I been asleep?"
Zhong Xia looked complaining and glanced at him sideways: "You've been asleep for ten days."
Yu Zun was shocked in his heart and said: "We were all on Jianyin Peak last night, how could you say that I slept for ten days?"
"Jianyin Peak, brother, what are you talking about? Since you came out of the cave, you have been sleeping here as if possessed by a demon. How could there be a Jianyin Peak?" Zhongxia said worriedly. She doubted whether Yu Zun was still conscious. Unclear.
"How could this be? Didn't we drink at the inn yesterday? And the inn should be called Duomingpo. How could this be false?" Yu Zun said.
Zhongxia asked in confusion: "Brother, what are you talking about? Where did the inn come from? What kind of fatal slope did it come from? There is no one in the area within a thousand miles, so how could the inn you mentioned appear?"
At this time, Yu Zun felt the seriousness of the situation. Could this be all fake? But how could it be fake? How can reality in a dream be so real?
As soon as he closed his eyes, a sea of swords would appear in front of him, and in the center of the sea of swords, there always stood a smiling old man. The old man looked at him calmly, but said nothing.
If that was really the case, why did he warn me that I couldn't resurrect Qier within three years? Don't say it's been three years. I can't wait for even one year. That old man is just playing tricks on me.
When he thought about the Yin Blood Altar, he couldn't help but feel a little more resentful in his heart. If it weren't for Dugu Nan and that bad old man, Senior Chen might not have ended up like that.
At this time, Feng Xian hurried back with a golden short blade and a hunted snow wolf on his back.
"Brother Yu, you are really able to sleep. It's been more than ten days. If it were later, the matter in Lingmeng Mountain would have nothing to do with us." Feng Xian laughed twice, but there was a little bit of worry in his words. The meaning of blame.
Yu Zun cupped his hands and clasped his fists and said, "Brother Fengxian, I don't know what happened. Who would have thought that I fell asleep until now? Please be patient with me, brother Fengxian."
"Hey! Brother Yu, why do you need to say this? Feng Xian's life was also saved by Brother Yu. Don't talk about the matter of Lingmeng Mountain. As long as the big things are related to Brother Yu, Feng Xian will also stand by Brother Yu. "
"Besides, spending a few days with the little girl Zhong Xia has opened Feng Xian's horizons a lot." Feng Xian looked at Zhong Xia with admiration, and Zhong Xia spat out her tongue in embarrassment.
"Oh? Sister Zhongxia, what did you discuss with Brother Fengxian? Can I, Yu Zun, listen to it?" Yu Zun looked at Zhongxia with a smile on his face and said in a gentle tone.
Zhong Xia blushed and said, "You two, please stop making fun of me. I just randomly picked up some herbs to help Brother Feng Xian heal his body."
Yu Zun looked at Zhong Xia and Feng Xian with a smile, talking to each other, but he hadn't seen this kind of scene for a long time.
But when he thought about the past, he couldn't help but feel a little more sorrow and regret in his heart.
The three of them made a fire on the spot. Zhongxia took out some bottles and jars from the storage space, all of which were seasonings. The snow wolf was fat and thick, and put it on the charcoal fire. After roasting it for about half an hour, Zhongxia took it. Some seasonings are sprinkled evenly on top. The buttery snow wolf meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It has a light yellow meat texture with slightly red meat lines. It is really full of color, flavor and flavor.
Zhong Xia cut off a piece of meat with a knife, handed it to Feng Xian, and said: "Brother Feng Xian, you are the biggest here, and I will give you the fattest meat."
Feng Xian sighed: "Although I have only known each other for a few days, Feng Xian really feels the warmth lingering in his arms. Feng Xian is not welcome anymore. Brother Yu, you are welcome too."
Zhong Xia rolled his eyes deliberately and said: "Brother Fengxian, even meat can't close your mouth. Brother's meat has not been cut yet. Do you want him to hold the snow wolf head-on?"
Yu Zun and Feng Xian looked at each other and burst into laughter. Feng Xian deliberately pulled out the wine bottle from his waist and handed it to Yu Zun: "Brother Yu, this century-old wine paired with this snow wolf meat is simply delicious. , come! Let’s talk wine and talk with Brother Feng.”
Yu Zun was not too polite. He held up a small knife with a steak in his right hand, and directly held a wine bottle in his left hand. He took a sip and sighed: "Good wine!"
The three of them laughed and drank, but the night fell without them noticing.
Feng Xian and Zhong Xia had a heavy drink and fell asleep at this moment, while Yu Zun was sitting on the branch of an old tree, holding a full moon scimitar in his arms.
Difficulty sleeping.
Since Xue Qier left, he has been tossing and turning almost every night. Every time he closes his eyes, the beauty's smile and voice appear in front of his eyes. Later, many things happened, and his heart seems to have been kidnapped. Even though almost everyone is trying to persuade him that their life and death has nothing to do with you, he still can't let himself go.
The breeze was blowing, and the cold moonlight hit the sparse leaves. Bits of silver passed through the gaps between the leaves and fell on the tips of his hair, like a layer of crystal snowflakes, whitening the young man's hair. silvery white.
At this time, a cold but familiar voice appeared in his mind: "Junior, do you know how long it has been since you practiced seriously?"
Yu Zun was startled in his heart and murmured: "Senior Qianxiu?" After saying that, he closed his eyes and sank into the vast sea.
Yin Qianxiu gently shook her clothes. With her cold temperament, she stood on the square sky. Even the shining snowy moon on the dome was robbed of its brilliance in front of her.
