"I originally thought that another fragment appeared, but I didn't expect that it would be my junior brother..."
Tsing Yi holds an umbrella, just above a cloud in the distance.
He slowly turned the umbrella handle in his hand, and the ink painting on the paper began to change little by little under the sunlight.
Occasionally there were a few birds passing by, but they all seemed to have not seen the person standing on the clouds at all.
Qing Yi was originally looking for the fragments of the golden and jade human head. He accidentally passed by the area and felt the evil energy emanating from the golden and jade human head, so he stopped.
Although he has no eyes.
But in fact, he saw clearly the whole process of the fight between Xia Zhichan and the monsters. After knowing that the fragment belonged to his junior brother, he should have left quietly.
It can be seen that the strange catfish did not die even after being struck by lightning. Instead, it burned the essence of flesh and blood and became stronger.
Qing Yi guessed in his heart that the junior brother might not be able to deal with this monster.
"That girl...junior brother seems to have some different feelings about her."
As the man spoke, the ink and blue pictures on the paper umbrella kept changing.
The weeping willows by the lake always sprout new shoots, then slowly grow up, and finally die, and the branches fall off, repeating themselves endlessly.
Several migratory birds on the horizon also spread their wings. Their feathers gradually became plump, but after flying halfway through the sky, they instantly turned into bones.
Half of the clouds were drizzling with light rain, and the other half were lazily basking in the sun.
Various strange and mysterious scenery are revealed on the umbrella, making everyone who sees this painting feel a sense of disobedience and tearing.
"Wan'er, if only you were a Taoist like that woman. Then we could be together for a long time..."
Qing Yi reached out and gently rubbed the frame of the paper umbrella, as if she was confessing to the person she loved deeply.
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake with ink paintings, there seems to be a vague figure, but sometimes it is illusory and blurred, and sometimes it condenses and appears.
The wind chimes on the eaves corners kept swaying, making a crisp and sweet sound.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Qing Yi smiled, and his laughter mixed with the sound of the wind chimes. Sometimes I didn't know whether it was him laughing or the wind chimes in the painting.
"I can't go there. If my junior brother sees me..."
The man paused deliberately when he said this. He tilted his head and thought for a long time, then said in an uncertain tone:
"They probably won't want to kill me like the boss and Winter Melon. They will most likely find a way to seal my hands and feet and drag me back to Sleepy Dragon Mountain."
He said the cruelest words in the calmest tone.
People who were originally teachers from the same school and who should have been brothers and sisters now act like enemies when they meet. But Xia Zhichan cannot be blamed for all this. If we are to blame, we can only blame it on fate.
"Now that you're here, please help my junior brother to some extent."
Qing Yi held up the umbrella and waved it gently.
An inconspicuous cloud floated towards the battlefield where the battle was taking place.
…
Xia Zhichan felt as if she had been stepped on by an elephant. All the bones in her body seemed to be cracking. A clear fist mark appeared on the black robe behind her body.
His figure couldn't stop flying into the sky, passing through countless clouds until he saw the most dazzling sun.
Blood was already flowing out of his ears, and he couldn't hear anything now. He could still feel the wind tearing his clothes rapidly, but he couldn't hear any sound.
The world is extremely quiet.
"It's not enough...it's still a little bit infuriating."
Xia Zhichan murmured something. He was holding on so he didn't faint because of the severe pain in his body.
In addition to using the most basic Earth Escape, he poured all the remaining true energy into the immortal sword energy.
The immortal sword energy was almost saturated, and the true energy in his body was exhausted again.
After reviewing the whole thing before, Xia Zhichan had repeatedly deduced the plan to eliminate the demon in his mind. It was not that he had not considered that there would be an accident and he would need to face the catfish spirit alone. At that time There is indeed an immature idea in my mind.
He originally thought that this situation was unlikely, so he didn't think too much about it. After all, although there were ways to deal with it, the idea was almost impossible to realize.
The Immortal Sword Qi in his body is actually no different from the invisible sword Qi he usually uses, except that the degree of concentration and sword intent are much higher, almost not on the same level, but the essence is the same.
If there is enough Zhenqi as a foundation, and the immortal sword energy is used as the center to activate according to the skills, he may be able to perform the "Jiu Sword Immortal" sword move with power that even Xia Zhichan himself cannot imagine.
But it's impossible now. He was just punched by the monster and became seriously injured now. He has no time or ability to use his conjecture anymore.
If only...if only the wine gourd hadn't been lost.
With the help of the true energy of the immortal brew in the wine gourd, it may be possible to activate the immortal sword energy.
Xia Zhichan knew that it was useless to think about so many impossible things now, but the intense pain and dizziness made him dare not stop thinking at all, fearing that he would faint if he relaxed.
When it can't find a solution, the brain has no choice but to keep assuming situations that don't exist to paralyze and prevaricate itself.
"Haha - I'm not going to end up here, am I?"
Even on the edge of the most difficult situation, he never forgot to make fun of himself. He didn't know if that silly girl Jiang Qin would cry and curse on her grave if she knew she was dead.
Well, I didn’t expect that the person I thought of before dying this time would be her.
When I almost died in the mouth of the old turtle before, many relatives and friends flashed through my mind, but this time there were none.
Xia Zhichan was thinking wildly when a mouthful of blood suddenly surged into his throat. He frowned and reluctantly swallowed it back.
Mouth full of the bitter taste of rust.
I really want to take a sip of wine now, preferably the fairy wine in the wine gourd.
Xia Zhichan's consciousness began to slowly dissipate, but a familiar red light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
It seems to be the color of a wine gourd.
…
Qingyi used white clouds to cover Xia Zhichan's figure in the sky, leaving the silly monster on the ground scratching his head in distress, staring but unable to find Xia Zhichan.
"Junior brother, you are very desperate this time. How about I take the opportunity to help him kill that monster..."
Before the man could finish speaking, he trembled with excitement.
There are only a few people from Liao Liao who can make him lose his temper in this world, but now there are actually two people gathered in this small place.
On a cloud opposite him, a figure appeared at some point.
The person who came was a commoner man of medium build, with delicate and handsome features, but his skin was a little darker and looked a little rough from the vicissitudes of life.
A green wine gourd hung on the waist of the common man. The fresh and emerald color looked like it had just been picked from a tree vine.
The strangest thing is that his left hand holds half a piece of burning incense.
"Ah, it's been such a long time no see..."
Qing Yi lowered the umbrella to cover her face, which had lost both eyes:
"Big brother."
The commoner man is Chun Bu Mian, the leader of Quelong Mountain. He was born with a smiling face, and two tiny smile lines appeared on his eyebrows, making everyone who saw him think he was smiling.
Chun BuMian looked at the man in green who was almost close to him and frowned in a rare way. His hands, as rough as an old farmer's, gradually clenched into fists.
"Senior Brother is not here to arrest me, right? He is here to help Junior Brother?"
Qing Yi's tone was relaxed, but the hand holding the umbrella handle used strength.
He knew that he had almost no chance of escaping in front of his eldest brother, even though the eldest brother didn't know how to fight and was only proficient in escape techniques and knew nothing about other spells.
But I don't know why, he just doesn't have confidence.
Apart from Master Hong Huanglan, the senior brother in front of him who was smiling and harmless was the most unfathomable in Quelong Mountain.
Although there is no conclusive evidence, Qing Yi guesses that Chun Bu Mian may have entered that unattainable realm of knowing the sky.
"Third brother, come back with me and apologize to Master."
Of course Chun Bu Mian didn't come here to catch Qing Yi. He came to Jiangcheng this time because of Xia Zhichan, but since he met him, he couldn't pretend he didn't see him.
"Excuse me? Hahaha, until now, you still think I did something wrong..."
Qing Yi waved his hand, as if he heard a big joke.
"You are stubborn and have fallen into the devil's path. Isn't it wrong? What else do you want?"
Chun Bu Mian rarely gets angry. Even if his fellow apprentices make mistakes, he is the kind of person who dares to stand up and stop his master. But when faced with his third junior brother, who was already deviant, he rarely became angry.
"Hahaha, senior brother. Just wait and see. Sooner or later, I will be able to do what I said was impossible."
Qing Yi pointed at the distance, and the white cloud that originally covered Xia Zhichan's figure suddenly dispersed, and the anxious monster on the ground also discovered his whereabouts.
"It's too late... Senior brother, do you want to catch me first, or go and save my junior brother?"
Qing Yi glanced at the fragrance in Chun Bu Mian's hand, asked with a smile, and then closed the ink paper umbrella in his hand with a snap.
The whole person disappeared in front of Chun Bu Mian.
Of course Chun Bu Mian could pursue him, but the situation on Xia Zhichan's side was more urgent now. He couldn't risk his junior brother's life for a traitor.
He took out his sleeve robe and took out a red wine gourd.
It was the one Xia Zhichan had thrown away.
Then he threw it forcefully into the wind, and the wine gourd was in front of Xia Zhichan almost in the blink of an eye.
Chun BuMian lowered his head and glanced at the almost burned-out fragrance in his hand. He could only sigh helplessly, and his whole body disappeared into the clouds like a gust of wind.
Only the ashes of the burned incense fell down and dispersed into the cold autumn wind.
