I practice ruthless way

Yan Wushu got up from the ground, breathed out slowly, and circulated the spiritual power in his body to heal his injuries.Although he had internal injuries, the injuries were not too serious, but at this moment, his internal organs seemed to be blocked, and his heart was pulled by something, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He pursed his lips and drooped his eyes, stood there for a while, then turned towards the direction Xiao Man left.That was the south, Xiao Man decided to go south to Wuji Temple.

He lifted his foot and took a step there, but after a step, he stopped again.

In order to cut off the relationship with him, that little phoenix did not hesitate to walk the ruthless path, one can imagine how decisive it was.

Now he is covered in injuries, and he is really in a mess.Xiao Man didn't like him very much at all, if it goes like this, his disgust will definitely double.

The sword intent left between Xiao Man's eyebrows before has not been used, and the jade pendant hiding another sword intent is still in Xiao Man's hand. Xiao Man is now in the taixuan realm. There will be no danger.

And in his life, he also had many enemies, if he went to Xiao Man in this state, if he was approached by someone seeking revenge, it would bring disaster to Xiao Man.

Thinking of this, Yan Wushu decided to go back to Gushan to recuperate.

With a flick of his sleeve, he retracted all the swords on the ground into the Qiankun Ring, and turned in the other direction. At this moment, a small crane landed in front of him.

This crane was transformed from spiritual power, and after breaking into the field of vision, it turned into a line of text.

It was the head who sent a message to let him return quickly.

Yan Wushu's eyes moved slightly, the group of people who went to Guangling for the test should have returned to the sect, and the sect leader personally summoned him to go back at this time, presumably because of Qu Hanxing's matter.

It was a good deed for Qu Hanxing to reveal his identity in order to save people in the secret realm, but he must be held accountable for concealing his identity and sneaking into Gushan.

He threw out a cloud boat and headed north.

Two days after returning to Gushan, just after entering Xueyi Peak, Rong Yuan stepped forward to perform the ceremony and said: "Master, Wumei Peak has been waiting for you to pass."

Rong Yuan's expression was serious, he paused for a moment, and lowered his voice: "It's for... about senior brother."

Yan Wushu released his consciousness, quickly scanned the entire Xueyi Peak, and found that Qu Hanxing was not there, and asked, "Where are the others?"

"He said that you were not in Xueyi Peak, and you didn't feel safe, so you hid in Tingyun Peak." Rong Yuan said, after thinking for a while, he added: "It must be His Highness who gave him Tongxing's badge."

What happened in the secret realm of Juling Mountain was reported back to Gushan. After Qu Hanxing came back, he told Rong Yuan vividly and vividly. Now that Yan Wushu returned, but Xiao Man was not there, Rong Yuan couldn't help worrying, "Master, Your Highness didn't come back with you." ? How is he?"

"He's fine." Yan Wushu whispered, and walked into the Taoist hall with his sleeves thrown, "Let people from Wu Meifeng come over."

"Ah?" Rong Yuan was startled for a moment, then bowed his hands in salute, "Yes."

Rong Yuan immediately went to Wumei Peak to send a message, Yan Wushu walked through the courtyard and walked up the steps, at first when he passed the rocking chair on the porch, he didn't stop, only stopped when he passed by, took a few steps back, and sat on it.

Yan Wushu set out the tea set and started making tea.

When the water in the stove boiled, he remembered that it had been ten years since he had drunk the tea made by Xiao Man.

Suddenly he was stunned, until the person Rong Yuan brought back from Wumei Peak stood in the corridor and called him several times before he came back to his senses.

The water in the tea stove has boiled dry.

"Master Yan Peak." The person who came was the elder of Wu Meifeng, and he saluted Yan Wushu, straight to the point, "Master Yan must know the origins of our human race and the monster race. Although the war between the two races has ceased, the state of hostility is still there Continuing, your disciple Qu Hanxing pretended to be a human and sneaked into my Lonely Mountain, his heart..."

The Gushan Criminal Hall is set up on Wumei Peak, and it is in charge of punishment. It is not an exaggeration for them to take care of this matter.But Qu Hanxing was his apprentice, the first disciple who received the Eight Classics of Zhenger.Yan Wushu held the folding fan in his hand, looked at the elder Wu Meifeng, and asked, "Has he done anything bad?"

"This..." Elder Wu Meifeng was taken aback by this question, and then shook his head: "There is no record in the dossier of the punishment hall."

"Has he ever endangered Gushan?" Yan Wushu asked again.

Elder Wu Meifeng couldn't tell that he wanted to excuse Qu Hanxing?His expression darkened, and he said seriously: "But being a demon clan has damaged Gushan's reputation."

Unexpectedly, Yan Wushu snorted and said, "What is reputation?"

The rocking chair swayed slightly, and the folding fan swayed slightly. He continued: "In the world of practice, whoever has the hardest fists has always been the one who speaks. Why did reputation come first? Gu Shan has been able to sit here all these years, is it because of How many words?"

"My apprentice has never done anything wrong, secondly, he has never harmed the sect, and thirdly, he has never violated the sect's rules. How can you investigate him in the punishment hall?"

"If you really don't like him, then send him a war card. If he accepts and you have the ability to kill him, I won't say anything."

He seemed to be smiling, but his tone was cold and tough.

Elder Wu Meifeng frowned: "Master Yan, why do you have to argue with words, he is a demon clan..."

Yan Wushu interrupted him again: "Which door rule did I send to say that monster races are not allowed to worship in Gushan?"

After a moment of silence, Elder Wu Meifeng said: "No."

"That's right." Yan Wushu nodded, then looked at Rong Yuan, and said to him: "See off."

After saying that, he stood up, turned into a streamer, and disappeared from the spot.

There was a vacant rocking chair in the corridor shaking, Rong Yuan gestured to the elder Wu Meifeng, and said, "Elder Tang, please."

Elder Wu Meifeng flicked his sleeves, his beard flew up in anger, but he had no choice but to leave.

That stream of light fell to the shelter.

Xiao Man has not been back here for ten years, but the furnishings are the same as ten years ago.

Rong Yuan kept the habit of being a sword boy, and every once in a while, he would clean up the courtyard here, and trim the flowers and trees that Xiao Man had planted back then.Xiao Man once planted a plum branch in a corner of the yard, and now it is graceful.

Qu Hanxing likes to add things to it, often story books and some weird gadgets, and occasionally some flower seeds, all stored in special bottles.

As for Yan Wushu, during the ten years of Xiao Man's retreat, as long as he was in Xueyi Peak, he would come here to sit here every day.

This time, Yan Wushu didn't sit down, he put the three deer and phoenix that he made up in Bailuzhou on the table, turned around and came under the tall plum tree.

Before the plum blossom season, the green leaves are dense, and under the wind, the shadows of the sun falling on the ground through the gaps in the leaves can't help shaking.Yan Wushu looked at these lights and shadows, slowly stretched out his hand, and covered the tree.

Back then Xiao Man loved this plum tree very much, and arranged everything in the hermitage by himself, but now that he wants to leave, he can turn around without hesitation and never return for ten years.

"The eloquent little phoenix." Yan Wushu pressed his forehead to the back of his hand and said in a low voice.

"Little Phoenix who knows how to play tricks."

"...the cruel little phoenix."

The voice is hoarse and inaudible.

Rong Yuan sent people back, found Yan Wushu in the hermitage, and reported to him some things in the sect these days.

After Yan Wushu finished listening, he turned around and went to Tingyun Peak.

The restrictions here are the same as before. Relying on the opportunity with Xiao Man, Yan Wushu walked through it twice without any hindrance. It was at that time that he wrote down the way to walk through.

Tingyun Peak has been sealed all the time, he hasn't been here often, so he is not familiar with it, but Xiao Man has stayed here for ten years, leaving countless traces.

Following those traces, he walked through the woods that Xiao Man had walked through. He stopped and stared at the stream that Xiao Man had stopped to watch. He walked in front of the hall, walked north from the stone bridge, and walked all the way to On the mountainside, parked in a clearing.

This is the place where Xiao Man stayed the longest. There used to be many jagged rocks, but now all of them are gone, but there are still deep dents on the ground.

There are still many sword marks here, as well as the sword intent that can't be blown away by the wind.

Xiao Man used to practice swords here - it was here that Xiao Man embarked on the ruthless path.Yan Wushu said to himself, feeling another pain in his heart, he closed his eyes, grabbed the Heaven and Earth Tide with his backhand, and made a move.

The sword moves at will, not a specific move, it moves completely according to the heart.

Although the wind passing by here is not as strong as the mountain top, it is not very gentle. Yan Wushu's sword goes against the wind, getting faster and faster.

He thought about the situation when Xiao Man was practicing sword here, when he practiced the first move of the sword, the long sword was turned horizontally and turned, and with a bang, it smashed into pieces a rock standing silently by his side.

He began to think about how to break the sword that you don't see.

The sword array of the sword saint is defeated by the sword, not it, but it can barely be used as a negative reference.

Recalling Xiao Man's moves in his mind, Yan Wushu began to fight against Xiao Man in his memory.

Stab, point, split, pick.

Cut, lift, hook, break.

Turning around and taking a few steps, the black robe fluttered gracefully, and the long sword was held out.

The sword light is like a rainbow running through the west and east.

The sword energy gushes out like a torrent.

He practiced here for a day and a night without stopping for a moment. After finishing the last pose, the tide of heaven and earth held in front of him still couldn't stop trembling.

A stream of light flashed across the sword mark between the eyebrows, and the mighty vigor spread like ripples, spreading across the entire lonely mountain.

In an instant, the mountain wind suddenly turned to a stop, the sky suddenly rose, the celestial music fluttered, and the brilliance fell from the sky.

Yan Wushu raised his eyelids, his eyes were extremely quiet and bright.

Such a vision descended from the sky, as if someone broke through the situation, everyone up and down the lonely mountain couldn't help but raise their heads.

On Tingyun Peak, Qu Hanxing, who was hiding in a tree to watch his master practice sword, couldn't help but tremble in his legs: "Mother, master, master, you are too scary, right? Is that how it is?"

In the south of the Xuantian Continent, there is a certain unnamed island.

But in April, the day sun is already a scorching sun, scorching the earth and destroying flowers.

A fishing boat was overturned by the tide while going out to sea. The fisherman who punted the boat was seriously injured and was brought back by his companions. A famous doctor sat by the roadside and treated him with needles.

Xiao Man, who was looking for Wuji Temple all the way south, came here, and what he saw was such a scene: the Taoist in Tsing Yi's eyes were covered with white satin, and the brows were frowned, indifferent and alienated, but also compassionate for no reason.

Xiao Mansu's white robe was blown up like a banner by the sea breeze, he thought about it on the spot, and walked towards Bie Beilou.