Only I, a big orange, can't cultivate immortality

Cheng Zi wiped his paws clean, only to realize that his actions seemed impolite, he shrank his neck and looked at the source of the sound with Yi Jiangshan.

Ten meters away, an old woman with a stooped back was watching them quietly.

She wore a gray-black cloak with slightly torn edges, the hood covered her forehead and hair, only a few strands of white hair were exposed at the sideburns, her thin hands were holding a cane made of withered branches, her expression was gloomy .

Cheng Zi glanced at her a few times, feeling as if she wanted to slap her with a crutch for no reason, so she retracted cowardly into the crook of Yi Jiangshan's arms, only showing her eyes.

"Old man, you are from here, do you know why this place has become like this?" Yi Jiangshan asked in a deep voice, hugging him tightly.

It has been a hundred years since she came to the Zhuzi Changhe River Basin last time, but Jieyue Tianque is isolated from the world, and it is expected that such a big change will not happen in a mere hundred years.

What's more, she has never heard of any major changes in Jieyue Tianque in the past hundred years.

This is not unusual!

The old lady curled her lips coldly when she heard this, "It seems that the female swordsman has a bad memory, and she has already forgotten all about the past, right?"

Back then?

Cheng Zi sharply pricked up his ears, feeling that what he heard next would not be very pleasant.

Sure enough, in the sharp and sharp eyes of Yi Jiangshan, the old lady knocked on the ground with a stick and scolded:

"Yi Jiangshan! Do you still remember when you said that you would bring our family out of Jieyue Tianque, but in the end you regretted it and broke your promise? If it weren't for you, why would my sons, Changhe, be reduced to where we are today!"

"Meow!"

As soon as these words came out, before Yi Jiangshan could respond, Cheng Zi stood up first, and roared back.

Nonsense!What's the matter with Zhuzi Changhe becoming so concerned about Jiangshan?

Cheng Zi doesn't believe that Yi Jiangshan will turn his back on the person who wants to help after failing to achieve his goal, let alone her, even if this matter is placed on the villain, it is not for the split personality to start with such a paradoxical thing!

The old woman's eyes turned sharply to Cheng Zi, her gaze was as sharp as a knife, with an unforgettable hatred that couldn't be faked.

Because she hated Jiangshan, she also hated the cat she held in her arms.

Cheng Zi was not afraid of her, and stared back with wide eyes.

Yi Jiangshan rubbed Cheng Zi, as if to comfort him, but also as if to draw strength from him.

"Speak clearly, I don't accept baseless accusations." She said coldly.

The old woman laughed mockingly: "You are the one who should speak clearly. Female swordsman, it's fine that you promised to take us away but failed to do so. Why do you want to get rid of my Zhuzi Changhe for the people of Yunshang Mansion? Clan?"

Her voice was shrill, as sharp as if it was about to bleed:

"Do you know how many people were killed by the sword you swung at Zhuzi Changhe? Dreaming back at midnight, haven't you been awakened by the howling of innocent souls?"

After all, the old woman raised her crutches and pointed directly at Yi Jiangshan. Under the excitement, the veins on her forehead swelled as if they were about to burst:

"It is not our choice that the ethnic group in Jieyue Tianque once suffered from the strange disease, because it was a small number of people who were given up and recognized by us in the name of protecting all living beings! However, while the Yunshang government suppressed us, they also coveted the birth of our son Changhe. The treasure that was produced! While giving us hope, at the same time using this hope to kill us! Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, are you cultivating immortals or demons?!"

Her accusation was so harsh and desolate that Yi Jiangshan couldn't bear it and took a half step back, the expression on his face changed from entanglement to regret.

Cheng Zi was not affected by the old woman's emotions, he only felt his ears buzzing, and couldn't help covering them with his paws.

"Meow wow!"

If you have said it clearly, you will not be able to find out the truth if you blindly criticize!

"I don't know what the sword you said was swung at Zhuzi Changhe. After leaving Jieyue Tianque, I haven't done anything here."

Yi Jiangshan paused, smiled sarcastically, and added: "Also, don't blame me for the sins committed by Yunshang Mansion. That place has nothing to do with me."

"Yunshang Mansion manages the practice world, just like the Heavenly Court in ancient times, if you hadn't been collaborating with them..."

"Meow meow meow!"

You still regard Zhuzi Changhe as your property. The dung beetles here eat dung, do you eat it too?

Cheng Zi glared at her angrily and said sarcastically.

The old woman's hands trembled, and because she hated the house and the black, the hatred transferred to Cheng Zi was even higher, that kind of awe-inspiring killing intent was darker than the dark clouds before the rainstorm.

"enough."

Yi Jiangshan pushed Maomao's head back into his arms, met the old woman's gaze, and the sword energy flew up from under her feet, forcing her to retreat a certain distance.

She could bear this groundless accusation, but she couldn't bear the killing intent towards Cheng Zi.

The old woman staggered backwards, seemingly weak, but in fact her feet were very stable, she was not an ordinary person.

Her face was pale, and a gleam of fear floated between her brows, as if she had finally escaped from her anger, remembering what kind of existence this woman was in front of her.

Cheng Zi struggled and only poked his head out. Seeing that she seemed to have calmed down, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, dignity is only above the edge of the sword.

Yi Jiangshan looked at him helplessly, and asked again: "Tell me, what happened to that sword?"

"...you'd better see for yourself."

The old woman's expression became gloomy again, she stuck her crutches into the ground, turned her palms, and immediately Cheng Zi heard a loud bang that shook the world.

He raised his head suddenly, and a silver-white sword light like snow was reflected in his golden pupils, sweeping obliquely from the sky like a falling comet, crashing into the ground, tearing a huge crack like cutting paper, causing the river to flow backwards, The earth collapsed.

Countless people living here either fell into the abyss with the collapsed soil, or were killed by the aftermath of the collapsed buildings and sword energy, and died miserably.

The corpses piled up like a mountain and were burned clean by the survivors.Since then, the remaining ashes have been floating in this world, carrying the last flame of hatred, and sweeping away all living things desolately and coldly.

Cheng Zi vaguely felt that he had become a grain of ashes, and was in a trance.

Suddenly, his forehead was tapped lightly, and his consciousness came back, only to realize that he had just fallen into the picture-taking technique released by the old woman.

At the end of the photo session, the few survivors put on broken cloaks and entered the cave unintentionally opened by the sword qi, lingering on their last days.

One of the girls' eyes were red, and her face was filled with engraving hatred, her eyebrows and eyes could vaguely overlap with the old woman's.

Yi Jiangshan was startled suddenly, and recognized her: "Are you Ling Fangfei, the master of Zhuzi Academy?"

"The former title status, now speaking of it, is useless except to add sadness and irony."

Ling Fangfei said, putting away the photo-taking technique: "This is the picture recorded by the photo-taking technique of Zhuzi Academy. It's ridiculous. This kind of small magic, which is used to supervise students' learning, has become evidence against you today."

Cheng Zi still had that terrifying sword light in his eyes, but he didn't know spells or swordsmanship, so he scratched Yi Jiangshan's clothes and asked her about the origin of that sword light when she lowered her head.

"That's not my sword energy." Yi Jiangshan's answer was concise.

"You still want to quibble?" Ling Fangfei's eyes widened, her hands trembling with anger, "That sword light is from Bai Hongling Tian, ​​the first sword of the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Nv, who else in the whole world has learned the Nine Swords of the Niannv? ?”

"Meow."

Goddess slightly.

Cheng Zi responded reflexively.

Ling Fangfei: "..."

Yi Jiangshan let out a laugh, and frowned after laughing, realizing that the words Cheng Zi blurted out were not unreasonable.

The inheritance of the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Nv is once in a thousand years. Due to the particularity of the inheritance, there can only be one inheritor in each generation. Therefore, there will be no No. 2 practitioner who is proficient in the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Nv in the world except her.

If this sword did not come from her hand, then the person who made the sword could really only be a goddess.

But living in the remaining glory of the heavenly court, why would the celestial girl who had been imprisoned for thousands of years attack the little prince Changhe?

"You have nothing to say, so you want to shift the responsibility to the heavenly lady?"

Ling Fangfei spoke quietly, the veins in the hand holding the crutches were bulging, the anger in the eyes was fierce, but there seemed to be some other emotions.

Yi Jiangshan came back to his senses and gave her a sideways glance. The negative emotions he had shown just now were hidden under the indifference and laziness, and he drew a sword casually.

Ling Fangfei stepped back suddenly, vigilance and fear appeared on her face.

"Don't be afraid, I won't attack you, I just want you to see what the Nine Swords of the Heavenly Girl I cast looks like."

Yi Jiangshan put Cheng Zi on his left shoulder, whispered "Sit down" in his ear, and held a sword flower in his right hand, and then jumped into the air, holding the sword with both arms and stretching backwards, like a hand drawn full string bow.

After accumulating power for a moment, she suddenly swung the sword forward, and the majestic sword energy suddenly surged out like a huge wave sweeping the world, following the point of the sword's edge.

Wherever the sword energy passed, mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the earth was devastated, and there were gullies everywhere, as if it had been planed by a huge plow.

Cheng Zi sat on her shoulders, raised his head slightly, his ears were blown sideways by the strong wind brought by the sword force, his hair was messed up, and he looked beyond the vicissitudes of the world.

Is this swordsmanship?

Shouldn't this be hammering?The small hammer is forty, the big hammer is eighty, and the unit is the kind for children.

Cheng Zi thought about it again, the sharp and unrestrained sword of Tianwai in the picture-taking technique, compared with Yi Jiangshan's swordsmanship, in terms of temperament, there is simply a gap between heaven and earth, no wonder Yi Jiangshan just took a look and said it was not hers sword.

Or it should be said that anyone who has seen Yi Jiangshan's sword will not mistake that sword as her handwriting.

The sword energy soaring to the sky gradually subsided, and Ling Fangfei remained silent as she faced the bumpy ground.

"This is my Baihong Lingtian." Yi Jiangshan put his sword back into its sheath, "Do you see how similar it is to the scene in your photoshoot?"

"..."

Ling Fangfei was at a loss for words.

Most of the misunderstandings were resolved, and Yi Jiangshan didn't mean to mock her, and told the rest of the misunderstanding—why he couldn't save them from leaving back then.

"I didn't expect those two members of the Liu family to betray me temporarily, but I did break my promise. If you hate me because of this, I have nothing to say."

"..."

With a long sigh, Ling Fangfei let go of the resentment on her face, showing a little bitterness: "Ha, they have always hated the wrong person...me too."

Cheng Zi straightened his overturned ears and stared thoughtfully at the old man in front of him.

One thing to say, her reaction was not quite right.

I used to hate Yi Jiangshan deeply, but now the misunderstanding has been resolved, and the emotions can be transformed so smoothly. Did you eat Dove on a rainy day?

And she didn't even doubt whether Yi Jiangshan had tampered with it when he made a move?

Although Cheng Zi believed that Yi Jiangshan would not do such a thing, this did not prevent him from being suspicious of Ling Fangfei.

Besides, thinking about it seriously, they met this old man just after they entered the Zhuzi Changhe River Basin. It just so happened that she was a witness to that catastrophe. The evidence was revealed by Yi Jiangshan again...

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But as we all know, only literature needs logic, and reality does not need it at all.Maybe there are so many coincidences, and he just thinks too much?

Cheng Zi suppressed his doubts in his heart, and only gently scratched Yi Jiangshan with his paw, reminding her to be careful.

Yi Jiangshan nodded slightly, looked at Ling Fangfei who had suddenly become decadent and asked, "Are there any other survivors besides you?"

"There are still some, some passed away, and some left behind children, all hiding in the hole next to the crack left by the sword energy."

Ling Fangfei's tone was much less sharp and gloomy, and became more hoarse: "The female swordsman... follow me to see the sword mark. If the sword was really made by a goddess, maybe you can only see it when you accept the inheritance." You who have passed the sword mark of the goddess can tell the difference."

"it is good."

This request was reasonable, and Yi Jiangshan complied without thinking.

After a while, they came to the dried-up Zhuzi River and stood beside the endless and bottomless sword marks.

Cheng Zi cautiously stretched out his head to look under the sword marks, and as far as he could see, he could only see the deep and silent darkness.There was a cold wind blowing from inside, perhaps it was mixed with the sword energy that had not completely dissipated, cutting people fiercely.

He swished his head back, holding his sore cheek and puffed out his mouth.

"This sword mark, this breath..."

Yi Jiangshan stretched out her hand and felt the remaining sword intent in the air. The overly familiar feeling made her frown, and the trace of the inherited sword belonging to the goddess in the sea of ​​consciousness was faintly restless.

When she was seriously investigating, Ling Fangfei said: "When this sword mark first appeared, it radiated a lot of aftermath, and a lot of holes were dug here. The survivors lived in the holes for safety..."

"Yeah." Yi Jiangshan nodded absently, "And then?"

"Then……"

The voice suddenly approached, and the hoarse voice was suddenly shrill to the breaking point, accompanied by a forceful push on Jiang Shan's back:

"go to hell!"

Yi Jiangshan was caught off guard, staggered forward and fell into the sword mark, and could only barely turn around and face down.

She looked at Ling Fangfei's resentful smiling face in amazement, while feeling baffled, she did not forget to cast spells to save herself.

However, as soon as she activated her spiritual power, thousands of silver sword qi suddenly protruded from the pitch-black space.They didn't hurt Yi Jiangshan, but they entangled her hands and feet like vines, and suddenly dragged her into the abyss.

Cheng Zi: "!!!"

Yi Jiangshan hugged Cheng Zi reflexively, and then quickly let go.

Because the forehead and heart hair of a certain big white cat in the kit on his chest suddenly started to burn, releasing huge heat and light, which not only protected him, but also scalded Yi Jiangshan.

Bai Ze's good luck, Bi An's protection, all fell on Cheng Zi's head when his hair was burning.

Only Yi Jiangshan became the one who was stabbed in the back and would lie down with a gun, but his helplessness even diluted his shock and anger.

Female swordsman: "..."

I'm 180 and I'm so tired. :,,.