sword pointing heart possession

As Chu Yu said, Ye Wuhen was on his way to Nanzhao.

On an ordinary morning, a simple carriage came from the direction of Chengdu and stopped slowly at the dividing line between the grassland and the rocky field.

A gray figure jumped out of the carriage.

Only here.The person who came raised his head and glanced around, frowned indistinctly, and relaxed it in the next second.

Further on, it is the territory of the Indian monks.

The hot sand blown by the wind was not pleasant to the face, but it was not as tantalizing as the desert climate, and it was not unbearable to him.

After paying the fare amidst the driver's thanks, Ye Wuhen tore off the cloak on his head, letting his long hair that was casually rolled up flutter in the wind.

He let out a long breath.

The escape of the Blood-Eyed Dragon King is a major event, and all sects in Jianghu are panicked by it, and according to the information from Tiance, he probably came here.

If the Indian monk colluded with the former Dragon King of the Mingjiao, no one would want to see the consequences—including the Mingjiao who wanted to re-enter the Central Plains.

They are just one step ahead, and disciples from other sects will arrive one after another in a few days.

Having said that, Tiance is worthy of being a sect that has been in the court, and received the news several days earlier than Tibetan Sword, even Da Mo couldn't stop their information exchange.Ye Wuhen glanced at the military man in casual clothes behind him and sighed, he really has a long way to go if he wants to grow the villa.

After dismissing the coachman, Li Changhong blinked: "Wuhen, your forehead is crooked."

Ye Wuhen reached out and touched the forehead to straighten it, and nodded slightly.

After knowing that he was going to Rongtianling, he changed his eye-catching golden body when he passed by Chengdu, and put on a middle-grade dress that was mostly white, and transformed himself into a young master with a little money .

In Ye Wuhen's words, he was originally the young master, and now he can be considered handy in his job.

After all, although there are few people in Rongtian Ridge, there is no shortage of all kinds of knights.

In terms of appearance, Ye Wuhen rejected the suggestion of changing his face from the candy-like Master Li Shao, but directly bought a forehead protector to cover the red lotus on his forehead.

After all, there are not many people who really know him, and most people still use portraits to understand the characters in the rivers and lakes.His eyebrows and eyes are not very outstanding, but the bright red lotus is unique.

Therefore, no matter how good the painter is, when painting him, he will consciously or unintentionally focus on the depiction of the red lotus, and the depiction of the facial features will be a little omission.And this bias will further mislead people who look at the painting, and cause most people to not care much about his original appearance.

——You mean the young master who hid the sword?This is hard to recognize, but the one with the flower on its head!

Look, that's it.

Therefore, Ye Wuhen was not worried about being exposed because of his appearance at all - anyway, when he really started to do it, his identity could not be concealed with his face.

Brutal and effective.

What about the Young Palace Master who followed him?

If Ye Wuhen's current appearance is that of a young master looking for trouble, then Li Changhong is the young master's bodyguard when he is properly dressed—a tight black suit perfectly complements his figure, with two arms exposed and wrist guards, and a wrap around his back. The half-covered black cloth also added a bit of chill to him.

Although... this is not so outrageous for the young owner who is used to seeing the Western Regions and Miao Jiang's dress (￣_￣)

Inexplicably frustrated.

Ye Wuhen took a deep breath, "Let's go."

Be careful with every step of the way.

After all, the quality of the weapon is there, not to mention that his epee is still tied to the back of Li Changhong's black horse who doesn't know where.

Rongtian Ridge was originally sparsely populated, and the two of them walked for a long time without finding any traces of the Tianzhu monks. Instead, they found several good places to garrison troops.After crossing a cliff, a temple on a mountain came into view.

This temple is different from ordinary temples. It is almost embedded in the mountain wall, like a palace in Greek mythology. If it weren't for the large square extending from the entrance, they might really miss it.

"This is probably the monastery of the Indian monks." Li Changhong stretched his neck to look around, as if assessing the danger inside, then turned to Ye Wuhen after a long while, his eyes full of questions: "Go to the other side and you can see Duan's Mountain City , Nanzhao Sword God can be regarded as a hero, he should not ignore the Blood-Eyed Dragon King, shall we pay a visit?"

"...Let's discuss it another day." Ye Wuhen has no interest in Nanzhao Sword God, at least not as much as the temple in front of him.He answered Li Changhong's question casually, but suddenly narrowed his eyes as he spoke, "Then there is something written on it, what is it?"

Li Changhong also squinted his eyes and murmured: "...Ji, Mie, Hall?"

"The hall of silence that the king of Tang built for monks from Tianzhu?" Ye Wuhen raised his eyebrows, unconsciously touched the hilt of a light sword, quite eager to try it.

"You may have misremembered. The king of Tang built Zhanbao Jialan, and the Hall of Silence may have been created by Nanzhao." Li Changhong understood the meaning of that action, and held him down from behind, "Wuhen, this We don't know what's inside, so don't act rashly."

Ye Wuhen nodded.He has already suffered a loss from impulsiveness once, so naturally he will not take the risk easily.

Just about to retreat quietly, Ye Wuhen glanced at the door for the last time, and suddenly stopped.

I saw a bald man wearing a hidden sword costume quickly walked into the Hall of Silence.

It seems to be holding a person in turquoise clothes.

Li Changhong obviously noticed it too, and frowned unobtrusively.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Just investigating the information of the monks is completely different from finding a disciple of one's sect in the enemy's garrison, especially this strange disciple seems to be holding someone from another sect.

Is it a betrayal or a fake?Is it voluntary or forced?Occasionally or often?

In terms of emotion and reason, you have to get to the bottom of it to find out.

Ye Wuhen simply changed into a khaki-colored dress, and together with Li Changhong, who had also changed his equipment, hid in the inner hall under the cover of rocks.

It stands to reason that retreating at this moment is the best choice, Ye Wuhen also suggested that Li Changhong wait outside, the ones haunting him are the disciples of his Hidden Sword Sect, so naturally those who can't make a strategic plan put themselves in danger.But Li Changhong said that he was also very curious about what was inside, and that there was not necessarily only one person who betrayed him, two of them would be more supportive, and his horse was two riders.

Master Ye Shao, who was stunned by the horse, expressed his disrespect.

Although he said the truth on the surface, Li Changhong was funny in his heart. He was not interested in the contents at all, but Qingyuan wanted to see it, so let him go to see it... A matter of concealment, if it really makes Shaozhuang Only when the Lord himself went in did he startle the snake.

The journey was indeed exceptionally smooth.Ye Wuhen looked at the piles of monks under the rock wall and felt nervous. Are the Indian monks so powerful?

He turned his head and glanced at Li Changhong again. He knew his own concealment technique, but it hadn't been discovered yet, so it must be the people behind him who did it?

The eyes of the two met, Li Changhong smiled slightly and nodded slightly.

Slowly, it has approached the innermost place.

"My plum blossom marksmanship is a housekeeping skill. You have already learned seven tricks, can you save me three tricks?"

Hearing the voice ahead, Ye Wuhen paused, then turned to look at Li Changhong.

The latter's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Plum Blossom marksmanship is Tiance's basic marksmanship, the more advanced it becomes.And listening to this dialogue, one can understand that Tiance also has rebellious disciples, but those who have only learned ten tricks are better than recruits, and even if they learn it, it is only superficial.

Moving forward a little, the two of them lay on the raised part of the building and carefully looked down.

"Want to change your skills? Yes, as long as you can withstand these 49 [-] salt-soaked whips, then you can go."

Below, is a bald monk speaking arrogantly, while in front of him, there are four disciples from different sects kneeling.

Chunyang, Qixiu, Tiance, Wanhua.

There is no hidden sword just now.

Ye Wuhen felt that the matter was serious.

Sure enough, before Tiance could speak, Qixiu spoke first: "Brother, please don't agree! Let these Tibetans see the courage of the Central Plains people!"

Then that Chunyang began to taunt: "xx (too far away to hear clearly) sister, don't embarrass him, this whip didn't fall on you. Before you beat him, you explained all your martial arts, now Talk about us again?"

Qixiu bit her lips and tried to argue: "That's different, I'm a girl, I can still bear my skin and flesh, but if I don't cover my body with clothes, wouldn't it be embarrassing for Xiufang?"

"Don't tell me, right?" Xu Shi couldn't bear their bickering, the monk said impatiently, "It's okay if you don't tell me, I'll hand you over to the Blood-Eyed Dragon King, he has a deep grudge with you sects."

Blood Eye Dragon King!

Ye Wuhen and Li Changhong looked at each other, and they really joined forces!

Then I heard Tian Ce Chang sigh, "Forget it, I won't keep these three tricks anymore, just don't hand me over to the Blood-Eyed Dragon King."

At this time, the bald man hiding his sword came out from the door next to him, and said something in the monk's ear, causing him to nod frequently.

Li Changhong crawled forward again, looked at Ye Wuhen at the same level, and asked with his eyes: "Do you know him?"

Ye Wuhen shook his head, he really had no impression of this face.

Is it a fake disciple?Then why do you wear Tibetan sword clothes in the territory of Tianzhu monks?The texture does not seem to be fake, so where did the material... come from?

Forget it, the longer you stay, the more danger you will be exposed, so let's retreat first and find another plan.

Gathering his mind, he gestured to the people around him to retreat. Ye Wuhen was about to move back when something happened suddenly.

cluck——

The sound of stones breaking was right under their feet, and the echo was especially noticeable in the hall.

The faces of the two changed suddenly!

"Huh?" The great monk raised his head upon hearing this.

He suddenly took a few steps back!

Rubbing - a light sword rubbed against the corner of the robe/cassock and landed on the ground.

Brush——a spear pierced through his arm, bringing up a cloud of blood.

Both of them have extremely keen fighting awareness, and they understand that running away at this moment is definitely not the best policy.The light sword and the gun slid into the palm at the same time, and the two jumped down, and the weapons went straight to the monk's head!

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

Ye Wuhen's movements were still a step slower, but fortunately Li Changhong cooperated with him tacitly and sealed off the opponent's retreat, but he couldn't kill him with one blow.Just as he stood firm, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air from his side!

Ye Wuhen dodged the cross-cutting attack with a backflip, and the light sword in his hand swung sharply, barely holding up the heavy sword that hit his head.

Behind the sword, Uncle Zangjian first showed a surprised expression, and then bloodthirsty hatred slowly seeped out of that face.He giggled twice: "It's you."

Ye Wuhen frowned, "You know me?"

Can recognize this face, is he really a disciple of Tibetan Sword?But this inner strength...

"How can I not know each other!" The other party laughed, "If it weren't for you, I would still be hiding the sword undercover, learning the essence of your swordsmanship! It is because of you, because of your words—"

In a word?Ye Wuhen frowned, when did he talk to this person?And seeing him go crazy, it seems that the grievances are not small.

The great monk who was fighting with Li Changhong over there heard it, and also took the time to laugh: "Oh, this is the child who saw through your inner strength that you didn't hide the sword? You didn't kill him?"

Li Changhong pursed his lips, and his subordinates became more aggressive.

Ye Wuhen also trembled in his heart.He said coldly, "What do you mean!"

I've recognized it before?Why is there no impression!Wait, it won't be...!

"It means that I was destroyed in your hands!" The other party took a step back and slashed with his sword again.

"My name is Jianxiejiu! I was an undercover agent in the Central Plains hidden sword in the early years! The profound swordsmanship of the hidden sword villa deeply attracted me! I vowed to bring this wonderful swordsmanship back to Tianzhu!" Jianxiejiu roared, "Obviously everything is going well Yes... If it wasn't for you! If you hadn't asked me in front of everyone what my inner strength is and why I am different from others, how could I have been hunted down by all the hidden swords, come back here in desperation, shaved my hair and became a monk? It is difficult to improve the superficial skills day after day! I will never forget your face even in my dreams!"

Ye Wuhen gritted his teeth, and the long sword slashed across the ground, bringing up sparks.He flipped his wrist, and stabbed with the sword again.

"Besides, you are also fateful, and you won't die if you hit the sky!" Holding Ye Wuhen's long sword, Jian Xiejiu laughed, "It's okay... just today, here, I want you to never die again!" Can't speak!"

The innocent appearance of that child was still engraved in his memory, but that mouth spit out a voice that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Brother, where did you learn your inner strength?How is it different from mine?

He will never forget the way the disciples in the martial arts field looked at him at that moment.

Strange, surprised, and hostile to Yang Xiaochan, the only high-ranking disciple on the spot.

Using Tianzhu's internal strength to use hidden swords and swordsmanship, although there are flaws, they are not so easy to see.

Unexpectedly... After years of operation, it was ruined in the hands of this child!

At that time, he struck with all his strength, and the blood spattered like rain...

Ye Wuhen's pupils shrank, he had no memory, he hit Tianling, everyone in the villa remained silent...

He tried his best to keep his voice from trembling, but the words that came out of his mouth were almost screaming: "Could it be you who lost my memory that year...!"

"Oh, so I lost my memory after being beaten by me?" Seeing the opponent's attack became more and more fierce, Jian Xiejiu began to panic, and even divided his words into two paragraphs, but the provocative meaning became stronger and stronger: "Haha, No wonder, no wonder... If that Senior Sister Ye San hadn't taken half of my strength, how could you have this opportunity to talk to me here!"

"Hey...!" Ye Wuhen gritted his teeth bitterly, unexpectedly...!

The burning pain back then is still vivid in my mind, and the perpetrator is right in front of my eyes!

"Wuhen!" Li Changhong's anxious voice seemed to become distant, and Ye Wuhen clenched the light sword in his hand.

Obviously he should be angry, but at this moment, he has never been sober.

He heard his own voice, firm and calm: "If you don't have the state of mind to hide the sword, the swordsmanship you use will be nothing but magic! Haven't you ever thought about the real reason why there is no progress?"

The golden light spread from the arm, the sword body made of cold iron was engulfed by the internal force, and the whole long sword hummed continuously according to the master's will.

He moved.

Reminiscent of a meteor rising sun, a sword cold light!

Jian Xiejiu's eyes widened for a moment, it was... the light sword version of Yunfei Jade Emperor!

Use the skill of the heavy sword with the body of a light sword!

Really talented!Makes people... jealous and hate!

Jian Xiejiu's epee was shattered by the blow, and he himself flew upside down, but the vigor of the counterattack also cut Ye Wuhen's forehead into cloth strips.

Seeing the exposed crimson lotus, Jianxiejiu vomited blood and laughed loudly.

"It turned out to be you... It really was you! Back then, it should never be a problem again!"

"However, it's not too late!"

Following Jian Xiejiu's words, behind Ye Wuhen, four attacks hit the vitals at the same time from tricky angles!

Ye Wuhen turned his head in disbelief, only seeing the lifeless eyes of the four sect disciples.

That's right... Since you have the confidence to get the details of martial arts from these low-level disciples, why don't you have some means of control!

Li Changhong's roar still echoed in his ears, but he had no time to dodge the skills in four directions.

Now his back is wide open, even a low-level disciple can cause irreparable damage.

has it ended?

The next moment, as if a god descended, a huge circle of light exploded with him as the center, and the majestic King Ming statue was revealed in the firelight, with a strong color of mercy, and the surrounding rings of light circulated endlessly.

All the attacks deviated from the track, rubbed Ye Wuhen's clothes and landed on the ground, but did not hurt him in the slightest.

Under the extreme light, it was as if someone whispered softly.

Pilgrimage to the Pure Land is always joyful, never suffering and parting.

Pilgrimage Words.

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Seeing that everyone didn't quite understand it, so I made a small repair~ Jianxiejiu's official setting is that in the early years, he lurked in the hidden sword to learn martial arts, but was accidentally exposed, fled back to the Hall of Silence, and began to capture disciples from other sects to learn martial arts. And added other changes to the original hidden sword swordsmanship. It is the No. 80 boss of the [-]th level copy of the sword three. The appearance is a monk wearing hidden sword clothes. It has a strong sense of sight~ But his accidental exposure process Officials did not say.The dialogue of the four traitorous disciples in the article is also in the dungeon, if you are interested, you can find a video or something to watch~

Look at the last pilgrimage and you will know who is coming~ Fireworks instead of true orange hearts 23333

I feel more and more illogical hahaha

Keep your claws~