[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

"Puppet? You mean the kind of thing that is completely mindless and manipulated by spells?" Jiang Yuhan was stunned when the "hand" stretched out from under the water, he instinctively dodged and shrank. Some writing brushes with split ends were sent flying by the opponent and thrown far away.

Mu Chenfeng struck when he was still surprised and annoyed, the talisman paper wiped the tip of the sword, the cold light rose into a purple halo, and he swung his sword skill vertically and horizontally, beheading all the corpses climbing up the ship's side with the sword energy.

Jiang Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief after the intruder fell back into the water, "Chenfeng, you didn't wake up earlier, if you knew they were being controlled, I wouldn't have beaten them for so long."

"How long have you been fighting?" Mu Chenfeng looked back at him.

"The fog has started." Jiang Yuhan looked at the fog that had started to dissipate, estimated the time, and said, "It's been an hour or two."

However, in just over an hour, he had already dreamed about the past, but it happened to be about the person in front of him.

"You gave me medicine?" Mu Chenfeng frowned coldly, staring at Wanhua.

Jiang Yuhan froze for a moment, and spread his hands with a wry smile: "How is that possible? It's clear that you suffered from a poisonous attack and got caught in this mist. I have a medicine bag to defend myself, but you Chunyangzi can't resist it. Could it be that there are many ghosts in the fog in the mountains? What did you get on it?"

It is true that Wuqi is weird and unpleasant, and after listening to his rebuttals and convincing words, Mu Chenfeng had no choice but to give up, and just wanted to put the sword back into its sheath, but there was a whimper on the top of his head, and he pushed back the sword energy without thinking. go up.

"Chenfeng, stop!"

Jiang Yuhan hastily uttered a sound to stop it, but with a wave of sword energy, in addition to cutting off the corpse who touched the mast waiting for an opportunity, he also folded the mast in two, fell to the deck, and smashed it into the water.

After the roar, the high sails stopped, and the deck was in a mess, but the mist dispelled a lot of the falling sails. The instigator, Mu Chenfeng, stood on the side of the ship with a sword in his hand, and his clothes were not messed up at all.

"Fortunately, next time we meet again, you will be my puppets together." The shepherd stopped playing the flute, and the sound was mixed in the mist intermittently, counting as a retreat.

The bumps of the ship calmed down, the outlines of the two sides of the bank gradually appeared, and no one was seen.

"It's over, there is no sail, what can we do?" Jiang Yuhan wet half of his long hair from the splashing water on the side of the boat, looked around, complained while wringing the water, his sleeves slid down halfway, exposing his elbows A long, dark scar.

Mu Chenfeng watched his eyes flicker, paused, and said, "Sorry."

"Sorry? We have to abandon the ship." Jiang Yuhan sighed and pointed to the shore.

The fog cleared, and the thousand-ren wall of Wangjiang Cliff stood in front of it.

Behind Wangjiang Cliff is Sun Moon Cliff, which is heavily guarded by villains. The boat turned around at Mijin Ferry, but instead of drifting to Sanjiangkou, it turned around and came to Wangjiang Cliff.

With green mountains and green waters, there is no worry from a distance, only the broken boat without its mast is dangling on the river, looking like it is about to disintegrate at any time, and it is almost hitting the shore.

Both of them were silent for a while, Mu Chenfeng finally coughed lightly, looked at the deck and sheathed his sword: "The boatman was killed by a corpse?"

"No, here comes a Mingjiao, neither male nor female nor human nor ghost, so report the letter and practice your hands." Jiang Yuhan glanced sideways at Mu Chenfeng, and said without reservation.

"He Xin?"

"'Xiao Fan retreated to the Sun Moon Cliff, and the Mozun Autumn Equinox shepherded corpses.' It's a pity that this information came too late, not to mention useless, and even hurt the boatman." Jiang Yuhan sighed and shook his head regretfully.

"Demon... Zun?!" Mu Chenfeng's expression rarely changed, his blood surged up for a moment, and he staggered a step.

"Don't get angry." As if expecting that, Jiang Yuhan dodged behind him early, pressed a few acupuncture points, and said, "Even the one in Cangshan has already run away now. You haven't healed from the poison, so you can't move." , just don't move."

The medicine sachet on Wan Hua's body is special, smelling it can wake up and soothe the nerves.

Mu Chenfeng was very close to him, he lowered his eyebrows and saw the scar on his elbow, he held back his mind, shook his head and said: "I'm fine." Then he stood still and added, "This knowledge taught me something I heard that it should be Cao Yu's person, his whereabouts are strange, and it is his turn to take action when ordinary messengers are blocked. I don't know, but he has such hobbies."

Jiang Yuhan couldn't help smiling when he saw him still in distress, and when the boat hit the rocks and stopped, he was the first to go ashore using Qinggong, then waved to him from the shore, and raised his voice: "Chenfeng, here. "

Mu Chenfeng nodded, stepped on the water and landed next to him, looked at the Sun Moon Cliff behind the rock wall, and said softly: "There should be evil people guarding this place, so be careful."

"What are you afraid of? Take a short cut from here and turn over to Qutang Gorge. How dare the villains be arrogant when they get to Qutang?" Jiang Yuhan said confidently, holding Mu Chenfeng's hanging hand and heading towards the mountain with colorful autumn leaves Walk.

The two gradually drifted away, and when the figure disappeared into the forest, a man stepped out from behind the gravel on the shore. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old and was wearing Miao silver. His shoulder-length hair covered half of his face, and his hands One on the left and the other on the right are holding the insect flute that has been broken in two, only the exposed half of the face has silver pupils, looking at the whereabouts of the two with evil excitement.

Next to the boy's bare ankle, a writing brush was nailed obliquely to the ground, with the tip of the split pen pointing up, slightly stained with river water and twisted into a ball.

"Finally, you have got rid of the corpse, and your talisman is quite effective." Jiang Yuhan walked up the inaccessible path, his black sleeves brushing the bushes left and right, like a dexterous phoenix-tailed butterfly identifying the direction.

"What Junior Brother Song did must be useful." Mu Chenfeng replied absent-mindedly.

"Chen Feng, who would have thought that a person like you could have such a lively junior brother?" Jiang Yuhan talked while walking, completely unaware that Taoist Master Chunyang behind him was in a daze, "But it's always noisy when he's around. You are clean."

The wound on his back was aching, but the palms holding him were warm. Mu Chenfeng couldn't hear Wan Hua's words anymore. He looked at his back and his waist-length black hair in rapt attention. , walking slower and slower, and finally stopped.

Jiang Yuhan walked away for a certain distance, groped around in the bushes by the road, turned around and saw that he was still standing there, stamped like a white jade stone carving, so he had to turn back and call him.

"... Chenfeng, Mu Chenfeng?"

"If you don't leave, the villain is coming!" Jiang Yuhan whispered a threat in his ear, tugged at the sleeve of his Taoist robe, and jumped away, just avoiding his instinctive movement of striking with the hilt of his sword, and said with a smile , "Why are you in a daze, what happened to you today?"

Mu Chenfeng saw Jiang Yuhan's smiling face a few steps away, took a sudden breath, then stretched out his hand and frowned: "What happened?"

"It's nothing, I'm looking for something to replace the pen holder." Jiang Yuhan showed him the broken hollow branch in his hand, "It's a pity that I don't have a suitable pen tip. If you see rabbits and goats on the way, remember to kill one for me." Fetching."

Mu Chenfeng's eyebrows twitched, and he said displeased: "It's not right."

Jiang Yuhan coughed lightly, and looked at him with a half-smile, "It's not suitable for spring hunting, but the autumnal equinox is over, so what's wrong with hunting some rabbits and goats for skin and meat?"

Mu Chenfeng calmly looked at his twinkling phoenix eyes, then shook his head: "It's not right to kill without reason."

"Haha..." Jiang Yuhan shook his hand into a fist and put it on his lips to stop laughing, "Chen Feng has always been quick to kill, but there will be a day when he loves his life so much."

"The Haoqi League only takes the lives of those who do evil, and immortals value life. I, the disciples of Chunyang Palace, will never kill innocent people indiscriminately." Mu Chenfeng said to him slowly, raised his hand to untie his waist and threw it to him, " You can use this as a pen."

Jiang Yuhan took it, and saw that the jade ring in his hand was pure white, as plain as its owner, with a yellow and black hair tail tip on its head, which felt moist and tough to the touch.

"Where did you get the weasel tail? It's still such a high-quality product." Jiang Yuhan turned the tip of the tail over and over to look at it, and couldn't put it down.

"I went to Jianghuai in the middle of the year. This thing was stolen from a house, and I will hunt it with others. You can take it." Mu Chenfeng's expression did not change.

"So that's the case, then I'll be disrespectful." Jiang Yuhan raised his phoenix eyes, and smiled at his appearance, "It's just that it's not autumn hunting, how can I feed myself?" He rubbed his stomach as he spoke, as if someone So what happened.

Mu Chenfeng sighed softly, stretched his hand into his bosom to touch the dry rations he brought with him, but unexpectedly his bosom was empty, and after a few pats, the dry rations disappeared, and when he looked again, Jiang Yuhan was leaning on the tree trunk and biting the cake, his eyes lit up look at him brightly.

Chun Yang's face sank: "When did you get it?"

"It's time for you to heal." Wan Hua looked at him as if he was about to draw his sword in an instant, raised his eyebrows, and pretended to be relaxed, "Don't worry, I'll keep half of it for you."

"No need." Mu Chenfeng replied coldly, gave him a slight glance and didn't care about it anymore. Instead, he turned around with a flick of his sleeves, carefully observed the forest, and said after a long time,

"I am often in a trance today, presumably those Dongying people who took the opportunity to enter the yin and yang array set up barriers to gather spirits here."

"Juling?" Jiang Yuhan's face darkened, and he quickly collected the dry food and stood with him, following his line of sight, there was indeed a glimmer of light under the cover of the branches.

"Compared with what I saw in Luoyang, it's a lot worse." The Taoist priest judged like this, seeming to sneer.

Mu Chenfeng recuperated for more than a month after the Cangshan battle, and with Cao Yu's preferential treatment, he rested in Jianghuai for a period of time, and then went to Dongxijing to do some light errands, and saw some right and wrong.

Jiang Yuhan reckoned that he was sure, so he felt relieved, tugged at the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and said in a low voice: "Such spirit-gathering balls defy yin and yang, and are despised by others. There is still Jingjin Pavilion in Luoyang to suppress them. But no one is supervising it, it's really difficult... Shall we take a detour?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Chenfeng shook his head lightly, and immediately drew his sword out of its sheath: "If this thing is left alone, there may be disaster."

"Hey, don't get close to this kind of..." Jiang Yuhan had a rare expression on his face, he raised his hand to stop him but closed his gesture in the air, turned to pointing together, and was ready to touch his acupoints at any time.

Onmyoji usually set up barriers to avoid people's eyes and ears, and the spirit-gathering ball is still small, but it shatters without a trace with a wave of sword energy, leaving a circle of undissipated Yin-Yang power on the scorched vegetation.

Mu Chenfeng's sword pointed to the ground, his figure turned around, and he went to another place.

Jiang Yuhan followed behind him, always maintaining the posture of pressing acupuncture points, the banter that usually lingered between his eyebrows disappeared completely, replaced by an inexplicable nervousness and awe, if Mu Chenfeng looked back at him at this time, he would be surprised some.

It's just that the white-robed Taoist priest in front of him seemed to be attracted by something, even broke a few small situations, and walked towards a towering tree without looking back.

"Chenfeng, come back!" Jiang Yuhan's voice was heavy and urgent, and after a few steps, he saw him use lightness kung fu.

What Mu Chenfeng saw was just a slightly larger spirit-gathering ball, which was not even one-twelfth the size of the one in Luoyang Dongming Hall, but this spirit-gathering ball was activated by someone, and the man in white clothes was standing with his back facing the tree.

Mu Chenfeng only regarded him as the same onmyoji as he saw in Luoyang, and when he saw him coming, he did not dodge or evade, and was really arrogant, so he glanced at the sword pointing to the sky with solemn eyes, concentrated his mind and recited the formula, condensed the spiritual energy of the four phenomena, and turned into one method.

Before he could make a move, the person standing under the tree suddenly turned around, with sunken gray eyes embedded in his thin cheeks, at first glance he was nothing more than a gray-haired Taoist.

Seeing this old man with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, Mu Chenfeng flicked his wrist, and then half-kneeled on the ground, shouting tremblingly: "Master!"

"Student, please stay safe." The old man gave him a listless smile, and deep lines appeared on his slack face.

"Master..." Mu Chenfeng opened his mouth again, but the second utterance was blocked by turbulent emotions and choked in his throat, making him unable to utter.

"My teacher told you to concentrate and not to show your thoughts, did you do it?" asked the old man, approaching him step by step, "If someone provokes you, have you ever forgotten?"

"The disciple's ignorance violated the order of the teacher, and he was in danger in Cangshan." Mu Chenfeng lowered his head and said in a sad tone.

"That apprentice, are you willing to be punished?" The old man approached him and raised his hands.

"Yes..." Mu Chenfeng knelt respectfully without dodging or evading.

"What is it?! Get out of the way!"

Before the old man's palm fell, Jiang Yuhan's urgent warning quickly reached his ears. Before Mu Chenfeng could move, Wan Hua in the black robe fell to the ground. The smile froze on his face.

"Ah... Hong... Hongchen..." The old man's face twisted, and suddenly turned into a strange face, raising the power of yin and yang in an attempt to escape.

"Senior brother, are you alright?" Song Xiuran's round face poked out from behind the old man, he held the hilt of the sword in his hand and swung it, and the sharp sword that pierced his body immediately shattered the illusion created by the old man.

"Senior brother, quickly gather your mind!"

Mu Chenfeng trembled in the face of the sudden change. He was held tightly by Jiang Yuhan and couldn't move. Hearing Song Xiuran's words, he woke up like a dream. He tried to adjust his breath, opened and closed his eyes, and suddenly felt his limbs sinking. It's back to normal perception.

Song Xiuran went down with a few swords, and the spirit body that fled to the present world ended up neatly. Wiping the sweat on his brow, he let out a long sigh of relief: "I was scared to death. I almost had an accident. At least I caught up."

At that time, the spirit-gathering ball had no brilliance, only an old tree with no autumn leaves left, which grew crookedly in the golden and gorgeous autumn forest, which was particularly eye-catching.

Mu Chenfeng was still in a state of uncertainty, standing under the tree and looking around, confused.

Jiang Yuhan, who was meditating next to him, breathed in his breath at this moment and regained his senses. He stood up and said fiercely to him, "Chen Feng, what's the matter with you? You don't know how to speak when you're in meditation?!"

Mu Chenfeng was shaken by him, took a sharp breath, looked at Jiang Yuhan's eyebrows clearly several times, then turned to Song Xiuran with a serious expression, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, the seal seems to be failed."

The author has something to say: Returning from a trip to recuperate from illness, ing in the dark

In fact, there are not so many fantasy elements in this article. Juling Ball is the task line of Xinluoyang. The power of yin and yang and the ghost of the red dust are the concepts of the world in the alchemist. The settings are for the later service

The timing of the opening chapter is destined to have a lot of question marks to be solved. The next chapter recalls the chapter. After the transition, we will continue to walk the timeline

Wanhua is definitely an aggressive gong. When will the mask be torn off, as well as the name of the main and supporting characters, and it should be revealed after the end of the volume.