Mr. Jiang is not driving today

After Jiang Xun limped away with heavy steps and turned into a small red dot in the wind and snow, Gong Yichong stood up from the shelter, supported the young Patriarch who was still in shock, and stood up for him. He brushed the snow off his cloak: "Young Patriarch, it's all right, he's already gone."

The young patriarch only wanted to avenge his father, and never expected that he would face such a powerful enemy who could smash thousands of troops with a wave of his hands. His feverish mind was soaked in cold snow, but he became sober: "Uncle Gong, what should I do?" ? This cicada slave is too domineering..."

Gong Yichong didn't waver at all from the Young Patriarch's arrogant and respectful attitude. He smiled coldly, looked at the ice statues lined up below without blinking his eyes: "Young Patriarch, be safe and don't be impatient. I mentioned before that However, this action is not to eradicate the slave of the cicada, but to dampen its spirit and attract the attention of the fairy world."

"Immortal Realm? Immortal Realm, they hope that we and the Cicada Slave will lose both! It's useless to attract their attention!"

The young patriarch's impulsive and irritable temper is in the same line as the old patriarch's. Gong Yichong has been honed over the years, regardless of the unsavory swear words, he smiled gently and said: "The fairyland themselves are not willing to be a murderer!" God's reputation, of course, is willing to push the responsibility to the outside world. Fortunately, the head of the Yu family was able to resist the pressure and delay the matter of the upper world for half a year. But I think the patience of the immortal world may have reached its limit."

He pointed to the direction where Jiang Xun was leaving, and his eyes narrowed into a line: "You saw that the cicada slave was wearing Le Shi's clothes, and he came from Le Shi's direction, so it is very likely that he was taken in by Le Shi However, he escaped from the Le family again. Le Li, the acting head of the Le family, has a very good relationship with the Channu, so it stands to reason that he should be well protected. He refused to be sealed with spiritual power, so he left rashly."

After listening to the analysis, the Young Patriarch's face became happy again: "You mean, they can't wait in the fairy world?"

Gong Yichong nodded: "Our battle will not only weaken the cicada slave's spirit, but also expose his location to the fairy world. He is seriously injured, so he can't run far." Then, he turned to the young Patriarch, He bent down and bowed respectfully, "Congratulations to the young Patriarch in advance, the great cause of revenge is about to be completed. The spirit of the old Patriarch can rest in peace."

The young man became excited, shook off the snow on the back of the cloak, turned back down the cliff, and rushed to the palace without looking back: "Send the order and send the monks to keep an eye on the nearby villages. Once confirmed Don't act rashly about the location of the cicada slave, and convey the news to Xiandao as soon as possible!"

Gong Yichong frowned slightly.

……idiot.

Opening the mouth means "communicating to the immortal way", how to convey it?

If it reaches Qin Daoyuan's ears, how about letting him catch Jiang Xun first?

Watching the young Patriarch being sent down the cliff by two servants, Gong Yichong turned his face and called out "Zhengxin", Lin Zhengxin immediately understood, untied the nine-section flute from his waist, and lightly touched his lips. The gurgling sound flows out, the flowing water washes the heart, and the lingering sound is like a bell. In just a moment, all the magic monks who are standing, lying, lying, falling, incomplete, intact, panicked, or blank-eyed under the cliff will all be heard. Collapsed, melted, and turned into bright red snowflakes, floating in the sky one after another. For a while, the sky was like red rain, but in a blink of an eye, the bright red was covered by pure white, and all the traces of the battle were covered in a vast expanse of whiteness. Be wiped out.

After the song was played, Gong Yichong waved again, motioning for Lin Zhengxin to come over, and Lin Zhengxin naturally obeyed.

After some whispering, Lin Zhengxin's face showed understanding, and Gong Yichong took a step back, with a smile on his lips: "...now you know what to do?"

Lin Zhengxin also responded with a smile, but half of his wrinkled and peeling, flesh-colored pink face forced a flattering smile, no matter how you looked at it, it was disgusting: "Master's wonderful plan."

Gong Yihong turned around and stepped off the top of the cliff: "Let's leave it to the fairy world to deal with people we can't deal with.... Remember, we must pass the words to the ears of the right people."

Lin Zhengxin smiled knowingly, answered yes, and followed closely behind.

Not long after, the master and apprentice also disappeared in the snowstorm.

After about a stick of incense, Bo Shanzi led a group of Qin family disciples to rush to this canine-toothed ravine, but there was no one left in the vast snowfield.

He couldn't help wondering, and asked a disciple of the Qin family beside him: "Didn't you receive a report, there is a devilish energy here? How come half of the shadow is missing?"

The disciple he asked was also Monk Zhang Er who was puzzled.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Bao Shanzi didn't think about it any more, and shook his head when he saw the snow that was rising violently again: "Maybe it's just a demonic monk passing by. Let's go, don't stay here for long."

The disciples understood each other.

This place is not far from Huzejian, and beyond the border is the land of the Yu Family.

Because of Jiang Xun's incident, the Yu and Qin families continued to fight, and the grievances became even worse. Although the relationship between the two families has thawed a little after Jiang Xun left Dongshan, the two families are in a state of conflict, and it is polite not to provoke each other. Once they meet on a narrow road, There must be a bloodbath.

Since Bo Shanzi said he wanted to leave, the disciples would not delay.One of the younger disciples took a step back, accidentally stepped on a hard object in the soft snow, and almost tripped, but he didn't pay attention, thinking it was bad luck, he spat, kicked the snowdrift, and took a step forward go away.

If he could take a closer look, he would find that the foreign object that almost tripped him was not a branch, but a broken arrow that was cut off in the middle, and the arrow was exposed on the snow with a trace of blood, like a bird. The defective road sign happened to point to the direction Jiang Xun was leaving from.

I'm afraid this arrow knows better than Jiang Xun himself where he will go.

The high fever and severe injuries had worn Jiang Xun out of hallucinations, and he only relied on instinct to move forward.

...but there is good news too.

The injuries he suffered during the siege of the magic way stimulated the recovery system in his body.

After a total breakdown, the battered system is finally starting to slow down.

However, the recovery this time took several times more energy than before. Jiang Xun no longer had the strength to control the healing of his injuries independently, so he had to leave everything to his instinct.

So, he didn't know where his instincts had taken him.

Huzejian, located at the junction of Yujia and Qinjia's spheres of influence, looks no different from other mountains due to the heavy snow.

Since Jiang Xun and Yu Miao eradicated the "Snake Lady" who caused trouble here nearly a year ago, this place has returned to the tranquility of a paradise.

Jiang Xun just walked into the small forest between Shanyin Village and Shanyang Village in a daze.

In the end, Jiang Xun was completely exhausted, his knees gave way, and he fell on the snowdrift. His back was sweating violently, and his arms supporting the ground were trembling uncontrollably.

...No, I can't stay here...

At least hide it, or you will be caught...

Grasping such a slender vague consciousness, Jiang Xun bent down, trying to dig a snow pit with his bare hands.

In winter, all the trees are withered, leaving only a bare branch without leaves and wings. The snow here is knee-deep, and the snow is not frozen, and it is extremely loose. Jiang Xun dug out a simple There was a snow pit, but because of the lack of force, his fingers hit the rocks buried deep in the snow bottom, and were broken in several places. Before the blood gushed out, the wounds were covered with scabs.

Trembling, he rolled into the snow pit with Yin Yang in his arms, and when he pressed his spiritually powerful palm on the ground, the snow that had been dug away automatically returned to its original shape, sealing Jiang Xun under the thick layer of snow.

Xue swallowed all the voices, and also stripped away all the light in front of Jiang Xun's eyes.

Qin Mu felt that Jiang Xun was shaking violently.

He knew it wasn't because of a fever or a cold, or because his wound hurt.

...Jiang Xun was afraid.

On the way here just now, Qin Mu clearly saw Shanyin Village and Shanyang Village, both of which had smoke billowing from their kitchens, so they could hide. He also reminded Jiang Xun, but Jiang Xun pretended not to hear anything.

...Yes, Jiang Xun's current injury does not allow him to set up an illusion to confuse those Qin family members and people in the magic way who may track him down at any time, so he can't find a populated village to settle down, otherwise he will inevitably drag others down.

In the darkness, just as Qin Mu was about to say something, he heard Jiang Xun groaning, "Yu Jiu..."

Jiang Xun's left hand tightly held Yin and Yang, and the light of Mingyu flowed slowly from his fingertips, like a group of fireflies gathered in his palm to make lights to illuminate this small hiding place.

Qin Mu didn't speak anymore, but slowly moved his right hand, which was red from the cold, to the position of Jiang Xun's heart.

Lying on it, listening to the steady heartbeat inside, Qin Mu finally felt relieved.

He murmured repeatedly in a low voice: "Xiao Xun, I'm here, don't be afraid."

One after another whispers, like a gramophone that never stops, playing in Jiang Xun's ears in a loop.

This is a voice that only Jiang Xun can hear.

……

Three days have passed since Jiang Xun escaped from Le's.

No one knows where he went. The only suspicious news is that three days ago, a large number of monks of the demonic way appeared majestically near Huzejian of the Qin family. As if gone with the snow, all traces of sound disappeared for no reason.

All relevant people are looking for Jiang Xun's trace.

The Qin family went to Jiang Xun to avenge the murder of his son.

Yu Miao, Zhan Mei and others came to Jiang Xun in order to avoid disasters from the Immortal World when the seven days came.

Ying Yisheng went to Jiang Xun to get his flesh.

But the strange thing is that the Mo Dao, which is actively chasing and killing Jiang Xun, has not made any big moves, and it has become more silent recently, which inevitably arouses suspicion.

Since there is suspicion, it is inevitable that someone will track it down.

Three days later, in the evening, in a mountain cave, a moxiu with ragged clothes was tied up with five flowers, and with a thud, he was thrown beside the pile of firewood that had just been ignited in the cave. Three or four black holes the size of rice grains burned out on Na Moxiu's body.

Sitting by the fire and stoking the fire with dead wood branches, it was astonishingly snowy.

He tilted his head and looked at the Moxiu in confusion, then lowered his head again and stirred up the slightly lower fire.

These days, he can always see such a moxiu who is tied up like a zongzi, and he is used to it.

Dou Zhui lowered his head and walked into the cave. Seeing that Luanxue was taking care of the fire wholeheartedly, he couldn't help laughing, stepped forward, and turned the Moxiu with his feet: "Hey, I brought it back for you specially." Meeting ceremony, why, not interested?"

Luanxue blinked her eyes, carefully looked at the bloody and swollen Moxiu, and told the truth, succinctly: "No."

Dou Zhui: "..."

He didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, he raised Moxiu's chin with the Zhuiqiu sword in his hand, pressed the blade against his softest neck, and said sharply: "Tell me what you just told me! How dare you lie , the young master wiped your neck!"

The demon cultivator seemed to be terrified, his eyes fixed on the shining snow front under his neck, and he blurted out almost without hesitation: "...I say I say! We...we have a big one recently. Action, the Lord told us to keep it secret... yes, it's about the Chan...Jiang Xun!"

Those two words caused Luanxue to shake off the dead branch in his hand, turned over and jumped up, walked up to Moxiu in a few steps, and grabbed his neck.

He silently increased the strength in his hand.

Without any discussion or hesitation, he exerted force step by step, blocking Moxiu's breathing little by little.

The flash of determination in Moxiu's eyes was covered by the fake tears.

While he could still catch his breath, he yelled out what Lin Zhengxin told them, the dead warriors, to say in one breath: "At Huzejian! Jiang Xun is hiding in... ahem - Huzejian!"