[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

It was already autumn in the mountains and forests, but entering the Dinghun Market wiped out that bit of splendor, leaving only gray and white.

Song Xiuran dragged the compass and walked in a hurry, looking around from time to time to see if there was any suspicious movement, and then let out a long sigh.

Jiang Yuhan followed behind him slowly, twirling the newly made writing brush, staring at Song Xiuran's focus and wondering, "Xiao Song, are you really looking for the grandson of that ghost mother?"

"Ang..." Song Xiuran didn't raise his head, studied the compass for a while, and then turned to look at him, "Actually, it's also...the one who, by the way, wiped out some wild ghosts like impermanent Rakshasas."

"By the way?" Jiang Yuhan paused, immediately caught the point of his evasive words, raised his eyebrows and scolded, "Nonsense, what are you going to do when you encounter danger? How can you explain to your senior brother?"

"Hey, Jiang Yuhan, there's still you here. We've been partners for so long, why are you still chattering like my senior brothers and sisters?" Although Song Xiuran planned it first, he was ruthless. Staring, somewhat guilty.

Jiang Yuhan's face darkened slightly, and he sighed after some calculations: "You and I are not the same, if something goes wrong, which one of us will fight?"

"Me!" Song Xiuran raised his hand towards him.

"Then I'll be back."

"Don't don't, don't don't, with my brother watching, I can finally go a little farther without worrying about wolves coming to bite me. Besides, I'm not enough alone, I need your help. If we really meet, let's go together, that's impermanent Sha, it's really not too powerful." Seeing him turn around, Song Xiuran rushed over to grab him, and seeing that he was unmoved, he had no choice but to make a bold move:

"I traveled a while ago, and I met those monks in small groups, they were so majestic. No, I just want to catch one to give myself a long face, so...it's not so lonely and miserable."

As Song Xiuran said that, the exact same expression appeared on his face, begging him to "don't talk to senior brother".

Jiang Yuhan helped his forehead helplessly, shook off his hands that were constantly scratching, and warned: "The tree in front, turn back when you get there, how about it?"

Song Xiuran looked around, and really saw a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves not too close to the sharpened hill. He immediately felt relieved and smiled brightly: "Okay, okay, no problem."

Looking at the red light on his face, Jiang Yuhan instinctively felt that something was wrong, but since he had come, let him go, it was better than the little Taoist priest turning back and crying to his senior brother.

Wan Hua had some embarrassment in her heart, but Xiao Chunyang didn't realize it, excitedly holding the compass to search the yellowish and withered shrubs, muttering words, correcting the direction little by little, unknowingly, she has walked a long way from the place where she entered the meditation, and passed After passing the named tree, I took two or three steps to go around the grass behind the tree trunk.

"Xiao Song, it's time for us to go back." Jiang Yuhan's alchemist practice is very shallow, and he can barely keep up with Song Xiuran's pace after going around in circles. until I speak..."

"Hush..." Song Xiuran turned around and glared, motioning him to whisper, "Do you smell it?"

"What smell?" Jiang Yuhan was stunned.

"Listen, footsteps!" Song Xiuran showed joy, excited from head to toe.

Ordinary virtual souls were almost indifferent, Jiang Yuhan was in a bad mood, but Song Xiuran didn't wait for him to stop him, he had already slid into the dense forest with the hem of the star grid-patterned glazed clothes.

Suddenly there was a howling sound from the depths of the woods, resounding through the sky, shaking the old trees that should have been like sculptures to drop their leaves.

"Xiao Song?!" Jiang Yuhan exclaimed, and turned the shiny new brush in his hand, accumulating internal energy in his palm to prepare for a strike at any time.

"It's over! Let's go!" Song Xiuran poked his head out of the grass again, and then almost rolled out, slapped Jiang Yuhan hard, and then ran away.

Jiang Yuhan had never seen the eccentric and confident Song Xiuran in such a frightened state, his mind flickered and he took a few steps, and landed in front of the little Taoist who almost forgot to use Footprint: "What's going on?"

"Run, run, run! It's not impermanence, it's not Rakshasa, it's Qi Mei—— Qi Mei!" Song Xiuran's face had turned pale with fright, and he was trembling even panting.

There was another noise in the woods, but within the time it took to stop, a huge corpse general suddenly burst out from the depths of the dark bushes. It stood tall and strong, swung two sharp axes and swooped towards the two of them.

"Let's go!" Jiang Yuhan didn't care so much, he lifted Song Xiuran into the air with a tug, stepped on the leaves and went straight to the top of the tree.

Song Xiuran was so frightened that he could not speak coherently, he yelled a few times and found that he could still run, finally remembered to use lightness kung fu, fled in front of Jiang Yuhan after a few "cengceng", turned around and said: "What to do, what to do?! How come? Provocative? Qutang is not the main soul market at all, how did this thing come from?!"

"Spirit-gathering ball?" Jiang Yuhan looked around deadpan, and almost immediately came to a conclusion.

"Ah! Why didn't I expect that? The spirit-gathering ball will gather resentment, maybe the ordinary impermanence can be turned into a charm!" Song Xiuran couldn't cry, and ran panting while stepping on the lightness kung fu.

Jiang Yuhan glanced at the terrain, and pulled him quickly to find a rock to cover him. He seemed to know the road well, and after a few laps, the corpse general walked a little farther away, and after a short rest, he hurriedly asked: " How did you attract this thing? You are an alchemist, it should be afraid of you no matter what, there is no reason to chase you."

"I, I..." Song Xiuran was afraid of his sudden and serious question, so he persisted for a moment before deciding to recruit, "I took your sachet..."

"What?!" Jiang Yuhan gritted his teeth, staring at Song Xiuran, who was already bewildered, startled and angry.

"I, I don't know! I smell that smell similar to their soul-inducing incense, just..." Song Xiuran was stared fiercely at him, almost crying, when he looked down, the corpse general had come to him, Cut out the double axe.

"Jump up!" Jiang Yuhan reminded him loudly, and at the same time carried him up to the crown of the tree, and said angrily as soon as he settled down, "The incense pill is usually sealed with wax, so you can't smell it, did you crush it?"

The huge boulder he was hiding in was easily split open, Song Xiuran was sweating profusely, his tears were rolling but he didn't dare to shed them, he nodded and shook his head looking at the eager Wanhua: "Maybe, but... but usually the smell is not good. Little..."

"This incense recipe was made on the spur of the moment by the same family. I don't even know the name, so you dare to use it?" The tree seemed to fall, and Jiang Yuhan grabbed his collar and dragged him to the another tree

"I, I..." Listening to his confession, Song Xiuran finally understood why he said he was the only one, but it was too late to say anything. He sniffed hard with his pale tender face, and suddenly his face turned blue, "It's over, it's over! I'm now Why does it smell like 'ghost domain incense'...Jiang Yuhan, what do you usually wear this for!"

"Wake up when you are not in samadhi!" The corpse general's roar was deafening, Jiang Yuhan gave him an excuse, and when the tree trunk was torn apart, he jumped up with Song Xiuran, stepped on the corpse general's forehead and landed on the open space behind it .

Song Xiuran was terrified by Wan Hua's sudden movement, completely at a loss what to do. When he was in a daze, he could only hear him yelling to himself clearly:

"Quick, revive your soul."

The little Taoist moved his fingers together in a jerk, but before the seal was formed, he let go of his fingers quickly under Jiang Yuhan's anxious gaze.

"Jiang Yuhan... can't do it... can't do it!" Song Xiuran was afraid, but he resolutely gave up running away, and shook his head at the corpse when he turned around clumsily, "It chases after the fragrance. , people have to take responsibility... when..."

There was not much cover left. Seeing him tremblingly raising the wooden sword, Jiang Yuhan let go of his expression after being slightly stunned. Song Xiuran's figure was embedded in the soil, causing the corpse to growl loudly.

"Jiang Yuhan, come back to life." Song Xiuran begged him tremblingly.

"The soul is dead, you can stand it for a while when I leave?" Jiang Yuhan clutched a thin pen, and also clutched a hand that couldn't even kill the corpses in the river. With no way out, I couldn't help feeling really anxious.

"Then what should we do?" Song Xiuran was really afraid, and he had no confidence at all holding the mahogany sword.

Jiang Yuhan looked him over quickly, frowned, pulled out the sword behind his backhand, and stuffed it into his hand instead of the mahogany sword: "Xiao Song, have you forgotten that you are a pure yang?"

"Ah?" Song Xiuran didn't know why, but he immediately flew into the air and avoided the corpse to kill him again.

"Ice Sword Prisoner Dragon, Xuan Yi Wuxiang, you trap his feet!" Jiang Yuhan stepped back quickly, and tapped him again.

"Oh!!" Song Xiuran suddenly realized, and then remembered the mental technique that made him rarely use it, and drew an aura in the air to cover the corpse general.

The corpse general let out an angry roar, and his pace slowed down quite a bit.

Song Xiuran was both surprised and delighted, "And then?"

"...Run." Wan Hua only uttered one word.

"What?" Song Xiuran's hope was extinguished in an instant.

Jiang Yuhan glanced at the corpse general's clumsy steps and repeated, "Run!"

Mu Chenfeng has been a little worried since Song Xiuran woke up from samadhi, but from the sunset on the western mountain to the treetops on the moon, the two of them were always quiet and did not convey the change of the soul market.

Seeing that the surrounding area was getting darker and darker, Song Xiuran suddenly frowned and let out a sob.

Mu Chenfeng was not familiar with alchemists and didn't know the mystery, so he waited for a long time and didn't see them get up, fearing that some wild beasts would appear, so he held his sword in his hand, hesitating whether to call them.

Jiang Yuhan panted again, bowed his head and vomited a mouthful of blood into his outstretched hand, then closed his eyes tightly, but he still didn't wake up.

Warm blood dripped down the fingers, Mu Chenfeng was horrified but did not dare to move rashly, and immediately half-kneeled on the ground and pushed his shoulder:

"Jiang Yuhan..."

The two of them didn't expect that there were so many people who gathered spirits to train, and they often attracted some lonely souls when they ran.

Jiang Yuhan was only slightly injured because of this, as if he heard something, he raised his hand to stop the injury, paused, then quickly tapped a few of his acupoints, and said to Song Xiuran who was trying to run away with the corpse: "Xiao Song, My alchemist practice is not as deep as yours, I am afraid I will be forced to return to my soul."

While trapping the corpse general's feet, Song Xiuran mechanically drew the sword, shaking his head blankly: "I...I don't know..."

"Where is the nearest alchemist?" Jiang Yuhan asked without hope.

"I don't know..." Song Xiuran's steps to evade the general's attack became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't cry anymore after looking at the "blood stain" on his shoulder, so he reluctantly sat down and forgot to protect himself.

"How long can you last?...That's all." Jiang Yuhan felt that the corpse general was becoming less and less interested in him, so he had the bottom line, guessing that the minor injury he suffered just now would be healed if he came back to life, and after weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and said , "Xiao Song, come back to your soul quickly. If he catches up, as long as he drags the corpse to the world of mortals, he has a chance of winning."

"Brother..." Song Xiuran raised his eyelids and said weakly.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Mu will help you." Jiang Yuhan promised.

"No, senior brother..." Song Xiuran obviously regained his energy, stretched out his hand and pointed in the air, and someone pushed the corpse away with sword energy along the arc he pointed out.

Jiang Yuhan only thought about how to get out of the Soul Market safely, even if the corpse would kill the innocent souls in the Soul Market in Gushan Ji, when he saw the white-sleeved and blue-clothed Immortal Taoist Priest, he froze on the spot.

Mu Chenfeng wouldn't be able to enter samadhi, but Song Xiuran had already given him an amulet as a guarantee.

Jiang Yuhan only thought it was unimaginable and feared that there was an illusion in front of him. It wasn't until Mu Chenfeng, who shouldn't have appeared, pushed Song Xiuran away and stood in front of the general with his back on his back. Turning him vigorously towards himself, he said:

"Chenfeng, what's the matter with you? Where's your amulet?!"

The author has something to say: I feel like I suddenly see through the world of mortals and want to work hard to fill it in, so I try my best to update~New...