Yangyue

Xiao Yangyue was flying in the woods at high speed, and a dazzling lightning-like light suddenly fell from the sky behind him. From a distance, there was a piece of flying sand and rocks on the top of the mountain. The thick cloud-like snow mixed with sand and stones enveloped the figures of the two people. It's not clear what happened.

Even though the distance is far away, Henry Zhang can still clearly feel this powerful sword energy. He is anxious in his heart and wants to confirm Fang Wuzhu's safety more than anyone else, but this is not the time to be emotional, he must find the master as soon as possible.

Henry Zhang forced herself to turn her head, quicken her pace, and sprinted down the mountain.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a small thatched hut at the foot of the mountain appeared in Henry Zhang's field of vision. The door panels of the thatched hut were shattered, as if they had been kicked away.As soon as he stepped on the grass outside the house, he smelled a very faint but somewhat familiar herbal smell in his nose.

Henry Zhang frowned and looked around, his eyes fell on a stone not far away, where a corner of his clothes was faintly exposed beside the weeds and mounds.

Henry Zhang picked up the corner of the clothes and recognized it at a glance, it was torn from Dong Zhitao's clothes.

Henry Zhang had some thoughts in his mind, there was no trace of fighting near here, he knew that Dong Zhitao was thoughtful, leaving the corner of his clothes here was definitely not meaningless.

Henry Zhang walked into the thatched hut, looked around, there was no one in the room, and it was silent, but Henry Zhang could still feel something strange, he said slowly: "Dong Zhitao?"

After a few breaths, someone opened the cellar door hidden under the messy thatch. Dong Zhitao leaned out from the cellar, saw that Henry Zhang was fine, and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Mr. Fang was not by her side, her heart became tense again. He knew very well that the fierce battle between Master Fang and Huo Qiao was far from over.

"Why are you hiding here?" Henry Zhang asked, "Did someone come here just now?"

"Gongsun He and two other people came here." Dong Zhitao replied, "I heard them mention Master Xiao's master, and Master Xiao's master is nearby!"

Henry Zhang's heart tightened, and he asked quickly: "Do you know where they went!"

"I sprinkled the powder on the door frame before they came in. I must have got it on my body. The smell of this powder can last for a long time. If you follow the smell, you can definitely find it."

No wonder Henry Zhang smelled the familiar smell of medicine, it turned out that it was planned by Dong Zhitao, he nodded, and said to her: "You continue to hide here, don't come out at will."

Henry Zhang immediately chased after the smell, the smell of herbs faintly lingered in the woods, he carefully confirmed the direction pointed by the smell, and stopped at a mountain lake after two quarters of an hour.

The water in this lake is not a clear emerald green like ordinary lake water, but is faintly turbid gray.

The smell stopped here, and there were no other traces around. Henry Zhang squatted down and touched the lake water with his hand. The lake water was almost bitingly cold, and it was stickier and thicker than ordinary running water.

Henry Zhang withdrew his hand, and gently sniffed his fingertips. The lake water on it had an obvious bitter smell. This smell covered up the herbal smell left by Dong Zhitao, but it aroused a sense of familiarity in Henry Zhang's memory.

It was the strange potion that the protector of the Moro religion instigated those believers to drink when he and Fang Wuzhu were investigating the Moro religion in Quzhou. At that time, the headquarters of the Moro religion was hidden under the lake.

Now, the strange phenomenon of the lake in front of him is by no means a coincidence.

Henry Zhang held the Moon Sword tightly in his hand, and jumped into the deep lake.

Another river connected to this lake flows to a cave hidden deep in the dense forest.This is a hidden dark river located underground, and a large number of strange plants grow on both sides of the river that is dark all year round.

At the end of the cave, an old man with a disheveled face and scars all over his body was sitting on the ground with his head bowed, his face was covered in a mess with his gray hair, his legs and arms were locked by thick iron chains to the stone pillar behind him superior.

Zhang Songlian closed his eyes and remained motionless. His right arm entangled by the iron chain revealed a frighteningly blackened wound the size of a bowl. The wound was torn apart and densely packed with small fleshy thorns. It was very scary.

Gongsun He stood at the entrance of the cave, playing with a stone that was the size of a child's fist and shaped like a circle of maggots.

Ji Sheng and Zhou Feiyan stood outside the cave with their arms folded, and the other guarded their surroundings tremblingly. Any disturbance would make him feel like a light on his back.

Ever since he came to this cave, Ji Sheng's complexion has not been very good. I don't know if it is because the place is too humid, and there is a lingering fishy smell in the air. There is always a discomfort in his throat as if he is about to vomit. Feeling, his face is a bit ugly.

Gongsun He came out and saw Ji Sheng's pale face, with a slight smile on his lips, and asked as usual: "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ji Sheng stroked his heart and said, "I feel like vomiting."

"Didn't it be fine just now? This cave is too gloomy and humid, aren't you used to it?" Gongsun He secretly said, "Or, seeing your master makes me feel uncomfortable?"

Ji Sheng gave Gongsun He a sad look, and said coldly, "He is no longer my master, whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

Gongsun He stretched out his hand and applauded lightly twice: "It's not bad that you have such thoughts."

Ji Sheng stabbed: "Speaking of which, isn't Huo Qiao's martial arts invincible? How come it's been so long, and I still haven't seen him kill Fang Wuzhu?"

Although Ji Sheng and Gongsun He have been friends for a while, they just take what they need, and they don't have any deep friendship. Ji Sheng has always been somewhat disgusted with Gongsun He's eccentric temperament, so his words are also barbed.

Sure enough, the smile on Gongsun He's face slowly dropped. He cast a deep glance at Ji Sheng, his cold eyes resting on his slightly pale face, and said with a chuckle, "What's the hurry? Just wait and see."

Zhou Feiyan on the side looked tense, and he couldn't help but said to the other two: "Are you sure this place is safe?! I don't want to be found by Henry Zhang and lose my life!"

"Don't worry, you have to pass through the bottom of the lake to get here, and the location of the lake is hidden, so it's not so easy to be discovered." Gongsun He said, "What's more, Fang Wuzhu is fighting with Lord Huo Qiao, how can Henry Zhang leave him?"

As soon as Gongsun He finished speaking, a ray of sword light suddenly came from behind the three of them, like a gust of wind, Zhou Feiyan's expression changed drastically, and before he could turn around, the bloody knife tip pierced his neck from behind, and turned to the side Suddenly, half of his head was cut off, and hot blood spattered three feet.

Zhou Feiyan's body twitched twice, then fell straight down.

Xiao Yangyue stood behind him, his face was stained with blood, he flicked the blood on the sword, and said to Gongsun He Jisheng who were still in shock: "Do you still want to escape?"

Gongsun He looked shocked, as if he couldn't believe that Henry Zhang could find this place easily, Henry Zhang came towards him with a few swords, and he used lightness kung fu to rush back, shouting in his mouth: "Xiao Yangyue, you Even if you come, you can't save your master! If there is no antidote from Mr. Huo Qiao, Zhang Songlian will only have a dead end!"

Henry Zhang turned his head and looked into the cave, and the master's appearance came into view. He saw the wound on the master's arm that was obviously eaten by Gu insects at a glance, and his heart was filled with anger, fear and worry.

Gongsun He didn't lie, Huo Qiao must have made a plan, otherwise, he wouldn't rest assured that he would find it.

Xiao Yangyue forced Gongsun He back with one move, and ran into the cave quickly. Although he was very anxious, he didn't dare to touch Master easily. He was afraid of accidentally hurting somewhere, so he could only call out urgently: "Master?"

Henry Zhang's call made Zhang Songlian, who had always bowed his head, slowly raised his head. His face was haggard, and his face was covered with mud and dried blood. However, in a few months, Master had grown many gray hairs, and his entire face was almost He was so old that he was almost unrecognizable.

"Master..." Henry Zhang said hoarsely, "It's useless to be a disciple."

Zhang Songlian's voice seemed speechless for a moment, he just stared at Henry Zhang with slightly cloudy eyes, and then shook his head lightly.

Henry Zhang held back the grief in her heart, and immediately cut off the iron chains on Zhang Songlian's body. At this moment, the sound of stones cracking came from the top of the cave, and the whole cave was crumbling and would collapse at any time.

Xiao Yangyue carefully carried her master on her back, and used a moon sword in one hand to split an arc-shaped gap, and fell on the ground. Gongsun He and Ji Sheng stood on both sides of the tree top, and the former sneered at him from a distance: " Henry Zhang, do you still want to bring this old and immortal burden?"

"Gongsun He," Henry Zhang said coldly, "Your death is approaching."

Gongsun He raised his hand and blew a loud chirp between his lips, the surrounding woods slowly moved, dozens of footsteps gradually surrounded him from far and near, and murderous intent came from all directions.

Gongsun He: "Why don't I tell you the truth, the Gu poison in your master's body is a live Gu, and you have to take the antidote that Mr. Huo Qiao has every day to survive, but this antidote will also worsen the next day. The effectiveness of Gu poison. But if you don’t take the antidote, the Gu worm on your right arm will eat away at the meridians and bones within twelve hours, until the martial arts are useless, and you will become a puppet that can only obey Mr. Huo Qiao.”

Tendons sprouted from Henry Zhang's arms, and he had already lost half of his reason. He was about to step forward and chop Gongsun He into pieces, but Zhang Songlian on his back suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Disciple... don't worry."

"Master!" Henry Zhang was startled, and said in a deep voice, "Master, don't move. After I kill these thieves, I will definitely tie Huo Qiao to detoxify you."

But Zhang Songlian shook his head slowly: "No...you can't take it with you as a teacher, the jittering just now was an order, and enemies will soon surround you."

"but……"

"Listen, Huo Qiao's Gu poison is very vicious. He has been poisoned for many days as a teacher, and his foundation is no longer good. Even if he can detoxify, his right arm has been poisoned too deeply, and it is useless now. Qinglian swordsmanship can no longer be used." Zhang Songlian's old eyes stared straight at Hong Gongsun He, although his voice was still weak, his eyes were cleared of turbidity, and a bit of determination was cast on his eyes, "I am an old teacher, I have experienced all the ups and downs of the martial arts, Qinglian swordsmanship It is the teacher's whole life's hard work, which is more important than the teacher's life, if I don't have Qinglian swordsmanship, I will be humiliated if I live in this world!"

Henry Zhang's eyes widened suddenly, and he lost his voice: "Master..."

Zhang Songlian closed his eyes and said: "People in the martial arts can only gain if they give up. Yang Yue, I believe you have understood this truth as a teacher. It is the luck of the teacher in this life to be able to accept you as an apprentice and see that you can grow up to this point. As a teacher, this life is not in vain. From then on, someone you trust will accompany you, so you can feel at ease as a teacher. I wanted to end my life when I was poisoned by Huo Qiao, and I have survived until now. I want to see you one last time."

"Master... no..."

"It's just that your Qinglian swordsmanship, as a teacher, has one last word. The seven-step Qinglian swordsmanship actually has not only seven steps, but an eighth step. Just remember, no matter what you encounter in the future In a difficult situation, the Qinglian swordsmanship can only help you. The most important thing is that you have to realize what is "cleanliness" and "quietness" in martial arts. Don't be disturbed by hallucinations, and don't be shaken by distracting thoughts. In this way, You can even go beyond being a teacher and reach the eighth level that even a teacher can't reach."

After saying this, Zhang Songlian was silent for a few breaths, then opened his eyes suddenly, using the remaining internal force of his left arm, exhausted all his strength, and slammed into his chest.

His old and gratified smile was reflected in Henry Zhangyue's pupils covered with disbelief and tears, blood gushed out from the wound on his chest, he fell to the ground, and the final voice penetrated Henry Zhang like a strong wind In Yue's ear: "Remember what you said as a teacher, go."