[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

As the captain of Wuwang City, Han Yufang has gone through wars and seldom used force after the scourge of the chaotic party was settled. This time tracking Yang Yiran actually used unprecedented stamina and physical strength.She ordered Ye Rong to go alone, and let the other party leave the rest of the people to choose a path, as if she had the courage to swear not to give up until she killed this person.

The two waded across the river, flew around the chaotic rocks, and used phantoms to cover their eyes. They chased from the bright and clear day to the dim and snowy sunset. Not left, until the last light snow in Chengjiang, the two went to the abandoned village upstream one after the other.

Yang Yiran aimed at an empty room and stopped, stepped in and blocked Han Yufang ten steps outside the room across the sound field, and said loudly through the thin wall and ruins:

"Yang thinks that he is not good but evil, but he is flattered that he is worthy of the pursuit of Captain Han of the Haoqi League. I don't know if the captain is so rewarding, what is it about Yang that attracted your interest?"

"Yang Yiran..." Han Yufang called his name in a low voice standing outside the range of sound, and did not move while clasping the strings. When the two of them were deadlocked, they calmed down again, "You...you made the Holy Sepulcher Mountain The killer reported to me?"

Han Yufang's sharp and decisive tone turned out to be a bit vain, and Yang Yiran leaned against the wall and smiled slightly: "Yes, Captain Han was surprised?"

Han Yufang listened to his careless piano sound, the blood under the rouge faded little by little, and she didn't dare to say: "Are you serious?!"

"Captain Han Du is already here, if I lie, will you give up?" Yang Yiran held back his fingers, folded his sleeves and hugged the qin, and said calmly, "If you want to use the power of those people from the Western Regions to capture the 'Zi Chen Sword' alive, don't pay any money." What is the price... Senior Sister?"

"You——!" Han Yufang opened her eyes wide in an instant, and bit her thin crimson lips to reveal a blush.

"Senior sister, didn't you think of it? After ten years of leaving the school, the 'Yang Yi' who refused to admit defeat back then has grown into this appearance, and even worshiped the alchemist of the rivers and lakes as his teacher. He has an alias, entered the Valley of the Wicked, and killed each other with you. .”

"You..." Han Yufang choked, seeing that her vocal range was no longer there, she slowly stretched out her hand to caress the wall that Yang Yiran was leaning against, "I've been looking for you for so long..."

"Senior sister recognized my piano just now, so she should know that I am a 'Miaoyin'? So, is the senior sister going to kill the 'Mozun', or take the 'Shen Bing', or return the piano score to punish Jiang Hu?" Evil promotes good?" Yang Yiran spoke slowly, calming down the exhaustion after a long journey, and was polite again.

The snow never fell, and the inside of the dilapidated house was as cold as ice.

Han Yufang wiped off the ashes on the wall with a trembling fingertip, stared at the dilapidated wall, seemed to be looking at the barrier separating the two worlds, and stood for a long time before suddenly saying: "You are clearly trying to talk to me when you say this now. Fight with all your strength. What are you... for?"

"I am the Demon Lord of the Extreme Way, and it would be perfect for me to fight with my senior sister, the martial arts genius, isn't it?" Yang Yiran asked jokingly, and then his voice sank, and said, "Since I let the 'Zichen Sword' escape, sooner or later I will be chased and killed by your arrogance, and sooner or later I will win with you, senior sister. Rather than following Jiang Yan's way, it is better to be one step ahead with a sharp knife."

"You left the sect when you were young, and you were not careful enough to study the rhythm. Even if you have the 'Miao Yin' music score, you are not enough in actual combat. You will not be my opponent!" Han Yufang turned his palm into a fist and threatened, "Leave the piano and music score, I'll let you go for now."

"Senior sister, don't underestimate the enemy, the piano score is not so easy to get." Yang Yiran reached into his arms and took out a warm booklet. With a smile on his lips, he raised his hand and flew out through the broken window.

The sheet music fell to the ground and snow flew up, Han Yufang was stunned, took a few steps back holding the piano, and screamed out of control: "What the hell are you going to do?!"

"It's better to let go and fight." Yang Yiran said calmly, then suddenly shook the sleeves of his green clothes, touched the strings with his long fingers and made a series of dangerous piano sounds, his throat moved slightly and said softly, "So, the warlord should make up his mind to fight for it."

----Dividing line-----

The Qinling Mountains stretch vertically and horizontally, separating the east and west roads in the south of the mountain, and adjoining Gyeonggi-do. There are many dangerous peaks and steep cliffs in them, which can be quietly isolated from the world by hiding in them.

In winter, the warm sun shines for several days one after another, and the snow melts a little, making the mountains even colder.

Wanhua entered the mountain alone with the lightness of splashing ink, found a hidden green stone gate and entered, pulled a thick cloak and threw it to the astonished gate guards, and stepped on moss out of season under the watchful eyes of the attendants. He stopped when he saw the humming and huddled little man at the end of the stone steps.

"Jiang Yan...you are here..." The young man raised half of his face from the pile of tattered cotton robes, looked at the coldness all over his body, and then struggled to get up, "Damn them, Damn it! It's broken again, it's broken...Jiang Yan..."

"You can herd corpses in Bailongkou, so you really have a hiding place in the mountains." Wan Hua stood with her sleeves folded in front of him, coldly watching him grab his belt crazily and awkwardly, and listening to his incoherent crying and howling. Only then did he let down his long hair, looked at his thinning hair, and said, "You shouldn't be interested in fighting in Tiance's territory."

"I want to ask a few more people to accompany me." Zhe Yi turned his head, revealing half of his undamaged face from the cotton wool, and looked at the motionless puppets around him with miserable eyes, "They will break down soon, I I have to find new ones." As he spoke, he touched his heart again, "It's just that they won't break, and won't go away..."

"Haoqi League siege, you are lucky to come back alive." Jiang Yan raised his eyes to look around, and said that it didn't hurt.

When Zheyi moved his shoulders, his expression turned ferocious, and he pushed him away fiercely, and shouted hysterically, "Come back alive?! Who wants to live, who wants to?! You can only use me, only use me!"

He seemed to be staggering back under the push. Seeing him panting violently, Jiang Yan couldn't help saying sharply: "If you don't come back, you will still be alive, just a little worse."

Zhe Yi suddenly stopped the shouting, his angry and resentful eyes turned sad in an instant, and then tremblingly stretched out his three-fingered flesh and half-baked hand to pick up the pendant on Jiang Yan's waist: "Jiang Yan... Help me, Jiang Yan..."

"Okay, but I need you to do something." Wan Hua avoids him, answering cruelly and indifferently, "First, I once encountered the formation of Dongying's sleepy spirit in Qutang Gorge, and I wanted to imitate it, but I secretly visited the alchemist's Taoist school to no avail. I have been looking for a similar place in the mountains for the past two days, and I think you can use those 'toys' of yours to circle a formation, and I want you to do as I said."

"Don't go, don't go, don't go! You have lied to me for so long, you are not helping me at all! I am still like this, and you are still alive and well! I will eat you! Eat you!" Zhe Yi almost resented He yelled at him, and in the next moment, he had already channeled enough internal energy to attack him.

Jiang Yan easily dodged his lightning-fast attack with a flash of his figure. After standing still, his clothes were not messed up, and he still maintained the upright posture just now, and said unhurriedly: "Second, I want you Within a few days, people on the list will be attacked."

Zhe Yi quickly turned around before he could get a blow, and swung his purple-black poisonous palm towards his body, but stopped abruptly when he saw the paper he was raising towards him.

Jiang Yan hung the list, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve with the other hand, picked off the cork with his thumb, and sniffed the incense pills that had been sealed with wax, and then looked up in his greedy eyes that were almost stupid Swallowed it all, raised the corners of his lips and said, "Didn't you want to eat me?"

The strong breath disappeared just after reaching the tip of his nose. Zhe Yi stared blankly at the pond-like eyes on his calm face. From resentment to shock to sadness, it was all caused by the dirty half of his face. Faces appeared one by one, and finally he looked down at his request, staring at the beautiful handwriting, his only eyes were on the paper: "Jiang Yan, are you crazy? Seven days?! All?! You... still Want me to meet the 'Zi Chen Sword' at Haoqi Camp?!"

"I didn't ask you to kill people." Jiang Yan simply pressed the paper to his face, "Your 'toys' and attendants are everywhere, and your hidden one-hand Gu skills are unrivaled. Seven days are for you But it's more than enough."

"No! They are catching me, I won't go! Zichen Sword is not easy to mess with, I won't go!" Zhe Yi growled, but suddenly grabbed his body with both arms, shaking it from side to side as if he was wrestling himself, Rolled to the ground and curled up again.

Jiang Yan frowned suddenly, knelt down and lifted him from the ground, threatening in a vicious tone: "If you don't go, you will live like this, and you will live like this forever!"

Zhe Yi trembled all over, raised his head in the struggle, his face was half-skeleton, half-faced with tears, crying and hugging him: "Jiang Yan, don't...Jiang Yan, I was wrong, I will go, I will do it , please let me die, please..."

Jiang Yan didn't move, and let him rub the half-faced skeleton that was dried up without water marks together with the blood all over his body. After a while, he raised his hand to touch the top of his sparse hair, looked at the dazzling white outside the cave, and sighed softly: "All these years , Thank you for your hard work, Zheyi..."

By saying this, he agreed, the boy stopped crying, and was silent with him in ecstasy, only the puppet standing upright occasionally made a small sound or two.

Only then did the attendant with the tea dare to come in, put the tray far away on the outermost stone steps, glanced at Jiang Yan, and hurriedly backed out.

"I'll let them bite softly, Jiang Yan..." Zhe Yi stayed for a while, wiped away his tears and lifted his face, sniffing hard at the dark lines of his clothes close to his heart, "Twist lightly, you will soon I'll just fall asleep, and I won't know anything..."

"No." Jiang Yan interrupted him without thinking, "If I don't participate, who will control the follow-up? If there is a mistake, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?"

Zhe Yi was obviously taken aback, then slowly let go of his hand, looked at him seriously and said, "Then what are you going to do? You are so skilled, even I can't grab your pill...Jiang Yan?"

"Does it need to be said?" Jiang Yan looked at him nonchalantly from the corner of his eye, and then slowly leaned into his ear and whispered something.

The boy Yaoyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and then jumped a few steps away, roaring at him like a frightened and irritated little beast: "Crazy! You crazy! You are sick, you are sick!"

"Sick? Huh..." Jiang Yan laughed at himself, stood up slowly, turned his head to avoid his fierce gaze, and said in a low voice, "Now, it's better to end the official as soon as possible, it doesn't matter anyway."

Wanhua murmured to add to the loneliness, most of which she said to herself, Zheyi calmed down a little after hearing the rage subsided, and saw him pull out the gilt pen barrel in front of him, snap it off with both hands, and then Throw it in front of him.

The broken pen rolled a few times, and finally annihilated the light in the moss field.

Zhe Yi was completely stunned, blinked and kicked the half of the pen barrel, and then went to look at Jiang Yan: "Without you, others would do it." He said with his dirty hands to find the crumpled paper, "Without these and these people, other people would have killed him! Xiao Fan would have! The sword sect disciples and those who practiced inner strength in the Valley of the Wicked will definitely be summoned to deal with him!"

"So these few days, you go to work, and I will see the owner of the valley." Wanhua answered briefly, walked a few steps away, took the cloak handed over by the attendant tremblingly, turned her head and said, "The owner of the valley is here in Gyeonggi Province, you This life must be used thoroughly no matter what, what I want is to be foolproof."

Holding the paper, the young man was left in place, looking at his resolute back, suddenly waved away the cotton wool on his body, and chased after him with his scarred body: "Jiang Yan... this time it's true...really save me? "

"Yes." Jiang Yan stopped, and replied calmly and with a touch of warmth, but the frost brought from the snow was put back together with the black cloak.

"Jiang Yan..." Zhe Yi stretched out his incomplete hand to pull him, but retracted when he was about to touch the corner of his clothes, looking at him in fear, "They hate you, you will be killed if you run around. "

"What did you say?" Jiang Yan frowned and looked at him condescendingly.

"The little alchemist who followed you is dead." The young man just said a few words, then he backed away in fright from Wan Huashu's shocked eyes, tilted his head and finished speaking, "Really, he is dead. Haoqi said yes You killed me, and I'm looking for you everywhere."

The author has something to say: The fights between cultural people and gods are not written in detail, so Daddy Qin has already received his bento

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