The silky rain is lingering, floating in the decaying grass, telling an unforgettable past event.
There are cliffs standing on the mountainside of Shuli Mountain, and a narrow plank road is built near the cliff. The plank road is extremely old, many planks have fallen into decay, and several sections of iron chains are hanging from the cliff.
On the cliff, weeds swayed, and a solitary grave lay.
Yan Ci stood in front of the grave like a dead tree for a long time, until the drizzle stopped.
During his short career as a beggar, he had received many kindnesses and witnessed many evil deeds, but these things seemed insignificant. Only the episode that took place on the plank road made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.
This place is full of traces of the past. The lonely graves and damaged plank roads brought Yan Ci's heart back to the past.
That was before arriving at Tongchenyuan, there was a bandit chasing after him. Yan Ci was lucky enough to grab a lame horse and fled here.
There was a dangerous road in front of him, and he was pursued by soldiers. With a sense of solitude and courage, he rode his horse onto the plank road.
The lame horse's hoofs creaked as it walked slowly for a few steps and then hesitated.
Behind the cliff, swords flashed, white horses with snowy manes flying, and fierce bandits came with swords and swords.
Yan Ci was in a dilemma, and when he was about to abandon his horse and flee, a loud roar came from the top of the mountain, and a lonely young man descended from the sky, guarding him by the plank road with angry eyes and a sword.
That battle was extremely difficult. The young man was already panting after killing all the bandits. Then he faced the bandit leader again. He was knocked off the plank road many times, but he never gave up, wiped away the blood and continued to fight.
The sword light as light as cotton wool and the magnificent sword light flew intertwined, and the young man finally killed the bandit leader with his unyielding will.
At that moment, the plank road suddenly collapsed, and the lame horse neighed and rolled down the cliff, carrying Yan Ci straight to the bottom of the cliff.
Exhausted, the young man resolutely let go of his grip on the cliff and jumped to the rescue like a crane flying in the smoke. At the critical moment, he grabbed Yan Ci's arm and threw him to the cliff without hesitation... .
Every time I think of this experience, there is always a sense of warmth in my sadness. Yan Ci did not expect that one day he would be destined to visit this place again, so he buried a section of green pine that symbolized nobility and unyielding to express his grief.
The lonely night is silent, and no one makes a sound.
The deceased is gone, and all that is left is his endless memory.
As the first ray of dawn shone in the east, Yan Ci glanced at the lonely grave, turned around, looked back and took another look, and two lines of clear tears rolled down his face.
Under the Ningmu Cliff, clouds are billowing, wisteria curls up on the walls, and only a dead pine hangs upside down.
As Yu Jian descends, there is no green shade at the bottom of the cliff, and it is difficult for monkeys to cross. Occasionally, there are gusts of cold wind blowing through, making it very cold.
The deep stream was filled with a pungent stench, and wisps of black air were floating in it. Along the way were broken branches and leaves and dead bones left by animals.
Yan Ci released his spiritual thoughts, groped a few more steps, and swept away the dead leaves. The bones of the lame horse were half-covered in the mud, and a tattered floral baggage hung alone on the saddle and bridle.
The half-rotted ebony hairpin in the bag was worn by her mother for many years, and the faint scent of jasmine was the scent Yan Ci was most familiar with. Holding the hairpin in the palm of his hand, he looked at things and thought about people, and the grief in his eyes became more and more intense.
A skeleton half-wrapped in a cloth hangs on the cliff. The fatal injury was not the broken ribs and leg bones in many places, but the long knife that penetrated the chest.
The blade is as sharp as autumn water. It is just a mortal object. The word "Yun Po" is engraved on the blade. I don't know if it is the name of the sword or the name of a person.
The sword belongs to the Lotuo knight, and the skeleton also belongs to the Lotuo knight.
Yan Ci wailed and took off the skeleton, holding it tightly in her arms and crying till her heart broke.
Sunset, sunrise, sunset again, the tears are almost gone.
Yan Ci muddleheadedly dug a cave into the hard and cold cliff, took out his clothes, wrapped the bones tightly, and carefully buried them in the cave.
"Your Majesty's decree, transcend your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and be grateful for all your lives..." He set up a tombstone of "The Tomb of the Unknown Hero" and recited a mantra leading to life. Yan Ci sobbed: "My benefactor. Please rest in peace, I swear to avenge this blood feud."
The place where the skeleton is hung is engraved with a shield-shaped icon and a line of dark red writing.
"The Susha family cleans up the house"!
Yan Ci was furious when he first saw the carvings. He guessed that the Luotuo knight did not die after falling off the cliff, but was killed by the Susha clan.
However, Qing Ming once said in the past that the gangsters who were chasing Yan Ci were from the Huangfu family. How could there be someone from the Susha family inexplicably at this time?
Yan Ci secretly made up his mind to get to the bottom of this matter.
After leaving Shuli Mountain, Yan Ci's homesickness grew stronger. Calculating the time, I could barely make it back and forth in one month, so I decided to go back to my hometown first.
Head east here through the north corner of Qingluo Grassland, and then walk a thousand miles to the west bank of Canghai. The city on the bank is Yingge City. There are thousands of miles of fertile fields, merchants gathered there, and it is extremely wealthy.
Even though the home has been reduced to ruins, it is still a place of life and growth, and it cannot be ignored.
The Qingluo Grassland is sunny and windy, with vast expanse of green grass spreading out as a green carpet, thousands of pearls and bamboo shoots rising from the ground, tens of thousands of usneas trees swaying, wild horses galloping, elk yoyo, white cranes flapping their wings and golden eagles wailing, creating a pleasant scene. .
Yan Ci wielded his sword in the sky, feeling very happy. He thought to himself that those disciples patrolling the Qingluo Grassland were really blessed, and they would not feel depressed even if they lived here for many years.
There are also some low-level monsters in the grassland, but they mostly live in the mountains and suck the essence of the sun and moon, and disdain to associate with ordinary beasts.
There were also some monster beasts who had not practiced much for a long time. Although they were hungry, they seemed to despise the vulgarity of meat and rarely spent time hunting. There was a rare peace in Qingluo Grassland.
On a whim, Yan Ci tamed a wild horse and drove it.
It's a pity that the wild horse has not lost its wildness. When running, it bumps left and right, and jumps up and down. Yan Ci rode for a long time, and his hip bones were so painful that he couldn't help but jump to the ground and cursed: "Damn mustang." , If you don’t walk properly, I will stab you ten times.”
Ye Ye turned his head, glanced at him inexplicably, and continued to move forward easily, quite disapprovingly.
Yan Ci swayed his legs and followed the horse for a while. Seeing that the wild horse's temper was gradually softening, he jumped on the horse's back and started running again.
The horse's hoof shadows were flying, and it was running more and more skillfully, and the horse's heroic feeling arose spontaneously.
After a wild ride, the horse slowed down. Yan Ci sat cross-legged on the horse, letting the wild horse gnaw on the grass and move slowly.
It was getting late at this time, and further ahead there was a hill made of rugged boulders. The scenery was pretty good, and Yan Ci planned to rest there for the night.
He released his spiritual thoughts and looked around, sensing a slight sound coming from the other side of the mountain.
Yan Ci was curious and drove the horse to a pool of water to get some water. He restrained himself and quietly sneaked behind the boulder to take a peek.
There was a fight behind the mountain, and four strange white-clothed monks beat up two Tongchenyuan Tsing Yi disciples.
Among the besieging monks, there was a fair-skinned young man who had the late-stage cultivation of Xuanzhao, but it was a pity that he was just a young man who did not pay attention to his surroundings while fighting in the wilderness.
The trapped disciples were a pair of talismans from the Susha family who were good at playing with talismans. The two of them got a bunch of five-element talismans from nowhere, and occasionally threw out an attack talisman to force the enemy into panic.
The fair young man scolded: "These two prodigal boys must be skinned and disposed of after the talismans are used up."
Su Shadong smiled proudly and said: "I have a lot of talismans in my storage ring. I'm afraid I won't have enough even if I fight for another day."
The fair young man was half-suspicious and said bitterly: "Little brat, I will fight with you for one day." Then he ordered the other white-clothed monks: "Three junior brothers will help me raid the formation. These two brats will be exhausted today."
A short young man said: "I don't know whether what I said is true or not. How about capturing him alive and getting some talismans for free?"
The fair young man suddenly came to his senses and said happily: "This is a very good statement. Please keep up your efforts and be sure to take down the talisman before it is used up."
Su Shaxi was panicked and screamed: "Hey, this is the only one left that's deceptive."
Before he finished speaking, Su Shadong glared and cursed: "Idiot!"
The person on the other side smiled and said: "This guy is honest." After saying this, the attack intensified, and "not a thing" suddenly seemed to be surrounded by danger.
Su Shadong shouted: "Little thief Huangfu, I'm going to curse you if you don't stop." The fair boy ignored him and waved his sword even more fiercely.
Su Shadong said angrily: "Shameless Huangfu Outer Gate wild dog, he bites everyone he sees."
Su Shaxi responded to the enemy and asked, "Why is it a wild dog from the outer gate?"
Su Shadong smiled and said: "When I see the talisman, my eyes light up. I probably can't pick up the bones of the Huangfu family and chew them. What kind of beast can I be if I'm not a wild dog?"
The fair young man said angrily: "You bastard, you don't know what to say. I'm a direct descendant of a noble family, and I'm better than a yellow-tongued brat like you."
Su Shadong put his hands on his hips and sneered: "I think you are a beggar who performs Yangko dance. You are poor and happy."
The two sides became more and more angry as they talked. They actually slowed down their attack and defense and started to directly exchange words and insults.
Su Shadong scolded the eighteen generations of Huangfu's ancestors in different ways, and the fair boy's face turned green with anger.
This scene was so beautiful that I suddenly heard someone joking: "A child from a well-known family can't worry about fighting but is busy using his words. He is really not doing his job properly!"
Everyone followed the sound, and there was a young man in green shirt sitting leisurely on the stone over there, with a playful look in his eyes that were deliberately half-squinted, as if he wanted to be beaten.
Seeing the group of cultivators looking at him, the young man stretched out his arms and stretched himself, as if he was not satisfied with the theater.
Yan Ci originally didn't want to show up, but Sushazi and those others fought to the death together, and he clapped his hands in praise. However, when he heard that Huangfu's disciples were over there, he couldn't sit still.
The deep hatred of the night attacks on the clan tormented his heart all the time, and it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart until the Huangfu children were reduced to ashes.
Yan Ci was impatient, and the fair-skinned young man was even more out of control than him. The boy was furious after being ridiculed. When he saw Yan Ci's clothes clearly, he cursed: "A dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth. Everyone under Chenyuan’s sect is the same kind of guy.”
Yan Ci was not worried and said calmly: "Your Excellency is a guest from afar. If you can really spit out an ivory, I will let you wait and leave."
The fair young man laughed angrily and said, "You and I are of the same level of cultivation, and we still don't know who will win. Could it be that you still count on these two useless losers?"
Su Shadong cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Yan Ci, it's been a long time."
Yan Ci smiled and said: "Wild dogs have to be beaten, and there is no use in trying to talk."
The fair boy interrupted and said, "Your surname is Yan?"
Yan Ci caught a glimpse of his happy eyebrows and smiled, and sneered: "Be careful! Come on, don't imitate the shrew and curse." The Iris Fairy Sword vibrated, revealing its murderous intent.
Suddenly, he saw a white shadow coming from the distance like a startled giant. Before the person arrived, thousands of flaming red sword lights were rolling and raining down on Huangfu's disciples.
It's a pity that before Huangfu's disciples woke up, they turned into rain of blood and sprinkled on the green grass.
A delicate voice scolded: "Young man, you are still here to die!"
The visitor has bright eyes, a slim figure, and fluttering clothes. Her posture is quiet and elegant, revealing a graceful and dignified ladylike temperament. She is clearly the famous Susha Qingying.
Yan Ci secretly sighed. The good opportunity was fleeting. He originally planned to take care of the disciples of the Huangfu family and then find out some information about the living treasure that was not a thing. However, once this person arrived, he was destined to return without success.
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