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The young man who left with a slight reputation was already a famous hero when he came back.

Things are unpredictable, as it should be.

The Juggernaut didn't pay much attention to these things, and still missed the chance to fight Wuming. Unfortunately, the world is so big that it is too difficult to find someone.

The days of going back to the mountain for retreat became boring, Xun Shiyu might be entangled with things in the pavilion, and rarely came to the summit again.

The days when the sword master practiced the sword became less, and the days when he sat quietly and comprehended the sword became more and more. Occasionally he would feel a little detached, but when he thought of not fighting Wuming, he brought his thoughts back to the mundane world.

The Juggernaut is a little unaccustomed to not having Xunshiyu around him, and he feels even more ashamed that he has broken a few Xunfeng Pavilion disciples and hasn't apologized yet.

I just don't know why, Xun Shiyu seems to be deliberately avoiding him, and even if he goes to look for it, his disciples often shirk him.

This made the Juggernaut very depressed, not knowing where he had offended Xun Shiyu.

Sitting quietly for a few days, the Sword Master suddenly thought that everyone in the pass thought that the Thirteen Wuwang Styles were from him. He only knew how to fight, and never talked about how the sword technique was obtained.

If he was really confused, almost all of this sword technique came from Xun Shiyu's hands, and he took over it unconsciously.

Thinking about this clearly, the Juggernaut went to find Shiyu without notifying him.

At that time, the man was painting, and when he saw someone coming, he put the inkstone on the painting with his backhand.

The Juggernaut saw it but didn't care, and told the other party what he wanted, and finally said sincerely: "I sincerely regard Brother Xun as someone close to me, if you are really dissatisfied with this, I will choose a day to enter the customs, how can I use this sword technique?" Come and tell the world."

Xun Shiyu just put the pen back on the pen stand, and said calmly: "You have made that sword technique so handy to the pinnacle, it doesn't matter who it is from."

"I just don't know why Brother Xun refuses to see me these days. When I come back this time, I still have a lot to say to you."

"No need, if I want to know, I can see it by myself, but you—the person who wants to pursue the true meaning of the way of swordsman, don't worry about delaying your practice if you think about it every day. If you have nothing to do, please go back."

A sense of alienation came over his face, and the Juggernaut was stunned for a moment, watching the man tidy up the table and brushing past him.

In the past few years, the two of them have maintained this kind of distance, and the Juggernaut didn't care about it after a long time, thinking that Xunshiyu also had his own considerations, so he didn't think too much about it.

However, the great war finally came, leaving no chance for respite, Nan Mingjiao returned, this time more brutal and rampant than last time, letters from the Twelve Peaks came again and again.

The Juggernaut remembered that he could grab the arm of the leader with the seven moves, and ignored the description of the Twelve Peaks, thinking that the other party was exaggerating.

Until a disciple of Xunfeng Pavilion came back from a trip, and told him anxiously that this time was really different, the Nanming Sect had overwhelmed half of the country, the two big families in the west were almost wiped out, Nanming had already occupied Lingshui, but they hadn’t gone north to cross the border. off, and half of the Hunze River has been taken.

The Juggernaut was embarrassed to borrow someone from Xunshiyu again, so he left after writing the book and saying goodbye.

He thought that Xun Shiyu once told him that he should not be too involved in the righteous way, and being involved in the floating world will affect his mood sooner or later, which is not good for pursuing the way of swordsmanship.

The Juggernaut thought about these words on the road this time, and felt that he was indeed an ordinary person, and he couldn't see it as clearly as Xun Shiyu.

If seeking this way of swordsmanship fails to uphold justice, save the world and save the people, then it doesn't matter if this way of swordsmanship is not accomplished, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to practice it.

"Bai Sa, be careful, I won't be able to save the two of us even if a hundred of them fall."

Bai Sa sighed: "Understood, but Mr. Shang, don't hug me so tightly, I can hardly breathe."

The two were lying on the mountain, but Bai Sa was the only one climbing. Shang Yu hugged Bai Sa tightly, wishing to become one.

If Bai Sa went up this mountain alone, it definitely wouldn't take too long, but it would be relatively troublesome when Shang Yu was around.

Bai Sa climbed for a long time before he didn't get far. In fact, he couldn't figure it out. This Shang Yu always looked like a weak Liu Fufeng. This body is really not light, probably heavier than him.

I don't know what to eat to grow like this.

Bai Sa thought wildly for a while, Shang Yu suddenly pinched him, Bai Sa was in pain, and couldn't help being annoyed: "What are you doing!"

"Don't be half-hearted, do you want to fall to your death?"

This time Bai Sa didn't care, and his arrogance dropped a little: "Aren't you afraid that I'll fall if you pinch me?"

"You have rough skin and thick flesh, what can you do if you pinch it twice?" Shang Yu's voice made Bai Sa's ears itch, "Climb quickly, you can still sleep on this ground in the wilderness with the world as your bedding, here you want to hang yourself sleeping?"

Bai Sa stopped talking, and suddenly thought about how to get rid of Shang Yu's mouth.

I'm really lucky that I can bear it until now.

Climbing all the way, in the middle of the night, I finally climbed to the place near the top of the mountain, and there was snow all the way up, so I couldn't climb any more, so I had to go around to the front and find a broken road.

When we got here, the wind and snow became heavier, and the moon that we could see just now was completely covered by the mountain fog.

The two of them struggled to move forward, barely moving.

After moving for one night, I walked and rested and finally reached the front of the mountain. I saw that there was indeed a road going up, and the front half had been cut off as Xunfeng Pavilion said.

"What is the enmity between Xunfeng Pavilion and the Juggernaut? Why isn't the Juggernaut allowed to find someone to save him?"

Shang Yu tightened his clothes: "It's all past grievances, how would I know."

Bai Sa stopped asking questions and continued to open the way ahead.

The rest of the journey was not as difficult as before, and the two soon reached the top of the mountain.

There is a platform at the top of the mountain, with a depression on the side, and when you go down, you can see an exquisite underground pavilion.

There are two rows of bookshelves, an ice-cast platform that seems to be used for meditation, and even a jade plum tree with branches protruding from it.

Other than that, however, there was nothing to save.

Shang Yu looked around and touched the surroundings, but did not see any changes.

"Hey," Shang Yu tightened his arms and sat on the platform, "I can no longer trust the words of these seniors in the future, and none of them are good jobs."

Bai Sa didn't answer, but he agreed in his heart, whenever Shang Yu suffers, he will feel twice as much as Shang Yu, and the feeling is naturally deeper than Shang Yu.

Shang Yu watched Bai Sa look left and right, thinking it was interesting, and did not move to see how Bai Sa found a patient.

Until the moon rose to the highest point, there was still nothing to be found. The moonlight shone into the platform, Bai Sa glanced at it, and suddenly stopped.

Shang Yu looked puzzled at Bai Sa who was staring at him: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Shang," Bai Sa pointed to him to sit down, "over there."

Under the moonlight, the ice became somewhat transparent, and a shadow could really be seen vaguely.

Bai Sa stepped forward, took out a knife and knocked, Shang Yu stopped him, groped for a while, felt a gap, glanced at Bai Sa, the latter understood, and the two pushed the ice cover away together.

Pushing away at first, the cold air hits the face, it is actually colder than the outside, as soon as the cold air invades, they all shiver.

The two probed to see that the man's body was covered with a thin layer of frost, and his shoulders were blackened. It seemed that he had been seriously poisoned.

Bai Sa checked the man's breathing, but didn't feel anything, and asked worriedly, "Is this man really alive?"

Shang Yu blinked, looking a little dazed, before saying, "I don't know."

"Then what kind of poison is in him?"

Shang Yu reached out and touched the man's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Qingming Poison Art, Qingming Poison."

Qing Ming Poison Art, the poison is exhausted to the world, and there is no solution for it.

This is really not someone he, Shang Yu, can save.

The Juggernaut searched carefully all the way until he arrived at the foot of Kongtong Mountain, but he didn't see any practitioners of medicine. Before he knew it, it was already winter, so he could only hope that he would be able to find him if he stayed on the mountain in winter as Quora said.

Thinking of asking before saying that if the injury is not healed, it will be over sooner or later, and he clenched his fists again.

All the way to the top of the mountain, the snow has covered the place, and a small cottage can be seen. The sword master cheered up and walked into the house.

The room is fairly tidy, but there are no traces of people's activities. The Juggernaut looked around, and suddenly saw a cotton cloth protruding from the table. His eyes were about to burst, and he almost fainted.

In the end, the Juggernaut just put the thing back in its original place, took two staggered steps, leaned against the door frame, but slid down powerlessly.