North Journey

The mist in the morning has not yet cleared, and the number of Taoist priests coming and going on Xiaolian Peak is obviously much less than the previous few days.Although the symposium lasted nine days, most people would not attend every day.After all, the flash of inspiration that suddenly emerges in the conversation is what they should grasp more when they participate in the symposium.

The Taihe Mountains stretch endlessly, which is not exclusive to the Yinxianzong.

If you really have an epiphany, it is common to find a cave on the top of a mountain and retreat for ten or eight years.

Therefore, in the next few days, there will be fewer people appearing in the talk venue.

However, this morning, two people came here early.

"Junior Brother Changli, please—"

Shang Shixu stepped onto the Baiyu Terrace slowly, and Shou Zhuo appeared in his hand, saluting with a sword in hand.

Chu Ze returned the salute expressionlessly, showing the sharpness of the Changli sword in his hand.

"Changqing Daoist? Changli Daoist?"

Suffering from no breakthrough in their cultivation, the Taoist cultivators who did not want to miss any day of the symposium stared dumbfounded at the two people who suddenly appeared on the white jade platform.

Since yesterday's winning streak against Wen Yuyan and Pei Yushu, Chu Ze's name has spread among Taoist cultivators.As for the title "Changli", no one refuted it because he had seen Chu Ze's swordsmanship yesterday.

However, no one expected that at this time, they would see a battle between the two heavenly favored sons of Yinxianzong.

The few Taoist cultivators who were less than a dozen looked at each other, and they all felt that they were lucky to come so early today.

Not caring about talking to each other anymore, they all gathered by the Baiyu stage at the same time, watching the discussion on the stage.

However, no one expected that this competition would end so quickly.

No, perhaps he had already expected this when Master Lingzhen made that request.

There were only Fan Yuanjin and Chu Yuanlan on the Nianxian stage at this time. Chu Yuanlan was a little surprised when she saw the crimson light that melted like ice and snow. She was confident in her apprentice's cultivation.

Shang Shixu only unleashed one sword, "Duanyun Yishui late to harvest".

As a result, the crimson sword light that bound the souls of countless ancient beasts that broke Pei Yushu's thunder formation yesterday gradually dissipated in the water waves reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun like fragments of smoke floating on the water.

Shouzhuo still had that dull and simple appearance, with his sword untouched.Even, the spiritual power used by Shang Shixu was just a trace of the vast sea-like power in the alchemy realm.

Chu Ze's spiritual power stimulated by the blood energy of the Changli sword was far greater than that of Shang Shixu. However, when the two sword energy intersected, the one that seemed stronger lost.

why?

Chu Ze felt the cool water coming from between his brows, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness.

However, it was no less than Chu Ze's realm. Even though Chu Yuanlan didn't practice swords, he also saw the reason why Chu Ze lost.

"It turned out to be Dao Mark..."

He muttered to himself, looking at Shang Shixu with complicated and gratified eyes.

It turned out that before he knew it, this child had grown into such a strong and proud appearance?

Seeing that Chu Ze had lost his fighting spirit, Shang Shixu withdrew his sword with a calm expression.Just like the sword he swung, it was like water and fog.

He walked past several Taoist cultivators standing there blankly, and disappeared at the end of the path just like when he defeated Xie Wenfu yesterday.

For him, the outcome of this battle has long been known.

Even if Chu Ze is the child of destiny in this world, he will definitely not be worth everything he has accumulated in countless years.

What's more, Ye Weiyan's body is not inferior to Chu Ze in terms of talent and hard work.

So, what reason is there to lose?

In this world, where did so many unexpected victories come from?

The so-called dark horse is nothing more than having something that others don't have, such as chance.

Shang Shixu's mood did not change because of this discussion, but Chu Ze received a huge blow because of it.

The words left to him by his nominal master reappeared in his mind repeatedly.

My current sword is not really my sword?

——Then, how can I find the sword that belongs to me?

The sound of the waterfall that he had long been used to was especially noisy to his ears at this time. He couldn't help but swung his sword, the waterfall stopped and the rocks rolled down—why did he worship such a sword?

The aura in his body surged at this moment, and Chu Ze felt a tightness in his chest, and immediately realized something was wrong.

He hurriedly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, but just at this moment, Changli Sword Spirit started making noise again.

Even with the suppression of the ten-thousand-year Buddha Heart Wood, the sword spirit, who had already given birth to spiritual wisdom, still found an opportunity to rush into Chu Ze's body with a wisp of his own spiritual consciousness wrapped in the evil spirit of blood, trying to seize the opportunity in Chu Ze's consciousness. Slave contracts in the sea.

"Get out!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, while Chu Ze tried his best to calm down the aura of aura in his body, while building defenses in the sea of ​​consciousness.

However, how could Changli Sword Spirit's rare shot be stopped so easily, not to mention that it just drank Chu Ze's blood yesterday.

For a while, the two sides presented a stalemate.

At this moment, Chu Ze felt someone approaching.His body tensed instinctively, but he heard a familiar voice.

"Runzhi?"

There was some anxiety and worry in the usual gentle tone, Chu Ze could only feel that the man sat down in front of him, and the soothing sound of the piano sounded.

It was the tune that that person usually played, but it was different from before.There seems to be some kind of power in the sound of the piano, which calms people's body and mind from head to toe.

The spiritual power of the original riot was also soothed by the zither sound, and the bloody aura enveloping Changli Sword Spirit's spiritual consciousness was wiped out without any resistance in the zither sound.The spiritual consciousness of Changli Sword Spirit left a scream in Chu Ze's sea of ​​consciousness, and he could only disappear into the world unwillingly.

Chu Ze sat quietly and adjusted his breath for a while before opening his eyes.

"Thank you sir."

The person in front of Chu Ze was none other than Feng Ziyao, his teacher when he was in Mingde Academy.

Feng Jing stood up holding the piano, looking at Chu Ze with reproach.

"You are too careless, why don't you set a restriction before practicing?"

A big sect like the Yinxian Sect always attaches great importance to the disciples of the sect, but as long as the disciples within the range of the mountain gate, as long as they set specific restrictions during cultivation, then if there is an accident during cultivation, the restrictions will automatically be removed. Touched, and thus conveyed to the elders of the teacher.

This point is not a secret among the sects of Taoism, but it should not be known by an ordinary gentleman in the ordinary world.

Chu Ze knew that there were secrets hidden in his gentleman, and now seeing Feng Jing appearing in Taihe Mountain, he had a vague premonition that maybe he would be able to reveal some of these secrets today.

"It's Runzhi's recklessness."

Chu Ze bowed his head to admit his mistake, and seeing that the husband didn't talk too much about it, he asked curiously.

"Mr. I don't know if you are here, but you want to go to the Yinxianzong?"

Hearing this, Feng Jing stared fixedly at Chu Ze for a long time before lowering his eyes and saying, "No."

If you really want to visit Yinxianzong, it is naturally impossible to go this way, and you will not meet Chu Ze who is in the mountain behind Yinxianzong.

Both knew it, and both knew that the other knew it.

However, if Feng Jing said "yes", Chu Ze would never refute it out of the feelings of teaching for so many years.

However, Feng Jing answered "No".

Chu Ze's heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he waited quietly for the next sentence.

"Runzhi, do you know where the cave of the Taoist Changqing of Yinxianzong is located?"

Chu Ze looked up and saw Mr. Feng smiling as usual.

"I wanted to look for the relics of a family in the Yinxianzong, but after many days of searching, I still found nothing. Finding the cave of the Taoist Changqing is just a tentative attempt..."

However, that smile gradually receded as the words continued, revealing decades of suspicion and hatred beneath it.

"The appointment made by our ancestors to the suzerain of the Yinxian sect back then never returned, and the only words left were the word 'careful' passed through the broken fate card. I have been the leader of the Taoist sect from the beginning. Although my descendants have doubts, I dare not easily touch the majesty of the largest sect of the Taoist sect. However, how can I be reconciled...even if I am not a descendant of the Feng family, as a Confucian A student, how could he be willing to let Feng Shanchang die like this without knowing why.

That's right, Feng Chang is dead.The only hope of the Confucian sect for hundreds of years to become an immortal has long since died..."

Feng Jing's expression was still calm, only the cold eyes and the strength that almost broke the guqin in his hand showed his hatred that was always difficult to calm down.

However, seeing such a gentleman, Chu Ze felt inexplicably at ease.

My feeling is not wrong, sir is indeed the same kind of person as me...

His always expressionless face suddenly had a treacherous smile, which seemed to be crazy and stubborn.

"How could it be so?"

As a result, surprise and disbelief appeared on his face just right.

Seemingly hesitating for a moment, Chu Ze raised his head with firm eyes.

"Sir, please follow me."

The two shuttled between the mountains and forests, and soon came to Ye Weiyan's cave.

After four years in Yinxianzong, Chu Ze naturally knew that Ye Weiyan must be practicing in the snow.

What's more, as a disciple of Yinxianzong, it didn't seem so strange for him to visit his senior brother.

So, he explained to Feng Jing the restrictions imposed by the disciples of the Immortal Sect's cave, and after knowing what Feng Jing was looking for, he stepped into the cave alone.

What he didn't know was that when his figure disappeared in the cave, the expression on the face of this "hateful" descendant of the Feng family suddenly became playful.

"Well, I don't know how Xiao Runzhi will react when he sees something like that~ Speaking of which, it's time for Qin'er to return to her father's side..."