refuse to be a teacher

Because Xue Lan was used to wandering for a while, how could she stand up to such continuous torture?He managed to recover from the pain and discomfort caused by the excessive teleportation, but was mercilessly thrown to the ground by Yi Shangxian, and immediately felt his limbs and bones were all turned upside down, as if he had arrived there in person. Walking through the palace of Hades, I almost forgot my last name.

Fortunately, he was thinking about the important things in his heart, and the other things didn't matter after all, except for one thing, he never dared to forget—so he lay on the ground sprawled on the ground and took a breath, and he still asked the questions that he hadn't finished talking just now. He made a sound and said straightly: "You just said... the master is not in the hands of those people from the Lingtai One Sword Sect. Then where is he now? You know it, right?"

Yi Shangxian paused for a moment, stopped the steps he was about to walk in, turned around and lowered his head again, met Xue Lanyin's eyes, and said in a cold voice: "...Of course I know where he is! "

Xue Lan said impatiently: "Then you said it!"

Yi Shangxian raised his hand, pointed to the tunnel and said: "He has already gone down to see the King of Hades, if you have the ability, come along?"

In the middle of the conversation, Xue Lan punched him deep in the bridge of the nose with a horizontal punch. The force was not strong, but he swung it directly with all his strength. In the middle, Yi Shangxian saw through it and grabbed his wrist. Twisting backwards, they brought them up together like grabbing dolls, hanging in mid-air, precariously saying: "Mere boxing skills are useless!"

——This dead old man, besides being able to open his mouth to lecture others, what other good things can he do?

Xue Lan was wondering when she suddenly felt a chill seep out of her waist. She lowered her head and saw that the Ya Ling sword, which was originally quiet and silent, was turning white and seemed to be recovering. for a short stay.However, before he had a chance to inquire in all directions, Yi Shangxian reached out his hand first, snatched the Ya Ling sword and held it back between his fingers, and said angrily: "This fierce sword has stained hundreds of lives. , is it that you, an evil creature, can easily control it?"

Xue Lan's face changed drastically, and she suddenly yelled: "Fuck, you old man..." Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand to grab it, but Yi Shangxian was merciless, and grabbed the hilt of Ya Ling's sword with one hand and flung it back. Pull, and the other hand is close together to form a finger, gathering true energy and Xue Lan's disorderly swipe to counteract each other. After a few vain moves like this, Xue Lan is naturally at a disadvantage due to poor hands and feet, and Fang wants to withdraw. Going back and turning from offense to defense, Yi Shangxian slapped his head with a palm, hitting key points around his shoulder and arm, and the Ya Ling sword, which was overflowing with snow, was firmly held in the palm of his hand with one hand, and he swung it down. , the point of the cold sword reached Xue Lanyin's brow, the distance between life and death was only half an inch.

Yi Shangxian's vigorous swordsmanship has been practiced for many years. When he meets softness, he becomes strong, and when he meets strong, he becomes firm. Just like his rock-solid inner thoughts, even though he has been persistent for several years, he has not changed a bit.

For such a short moment, Xue Lan inadvertently caught a trace of almost decisive killing intent in his eyes because of Yi Shangxian.He began to gradually understand that Yi Shangxian stood here today, raising the tip of his sword to his head, and he really wanted to end his life directly.

What is the reason is still unknown, but what was excavated from those eyes is definitely not just the word "hate", but a deeper complex emotion. If you really want to use human emotions to describe it intuitively, it It should be more suitable to be called--

"fear."

Yes, Yi Shangxian wanted to kill him.

However, he didn't make a move at this point, but slowly retracted the Ya Ling sword into its sheath, with a crisp "clang".

Xue Lan raised her eyes slightly, and she was about to say something, but she saw someone hurrying by the side of the road, and she cupped her hands and came forward to report: "Mr. Yi, you have guests who have been waiting in the hall for a long time. The upper side?"

Yi Shangxian turned around and put Ya Lingjian into his waist, and said with a calm expression: "Understood, I will go there now." After finishing speaking, he paused, glanced sideways at Xue Lanyin and said, "You guys will take this Take the evil thing to Zhenjiantai, be sure to guard it tightly, and make sure there is no mistake!"

The man bowed his head and said respectfully: "Yes."

Because Xue Lan was trapped in the cold and remote Zhenjian Terrace behind Changxing Residence, more than half of the afternoon has passed.At that time, it was nearly dark, the clouds and mists dissipated, and the evening sun was blazing. Although there was no one guarding the surrounding area, there were barriers on all sides, as solid as gold, indestructible, and it was cold to touch.

The so-called Zhenjiantai, in Xue Lanyin's view, is just a dark room for storing weapons.Most of the courtyards in the middle of the long line are surrounded by mountains and rivers, and this house is no exception. It has carved windows on all sides and is hollowed out. If you look at it casually, you can see the connection between the water and the sky outside, and the infinite scenery.

Although Xue Lan was new to a foreign land and didn't know land and water, but after all, she had seen the blueprints when she came here, so she didn't lose her way completely.There is the Dushuang River in the north of Renchang Road, and the Huoshui River in the south. If he guessed correctly, the long stretch of water flowing outside is probably a branch of the Huoshui River. It takes some research.

The outside of the Zhenjiantai is surrounded by water, while the inside is well-furnished, with neat tables and chairs. There is a plaque at the entrance with the word "Green Green" inscribed. I don't know what the meaning is.Because Xue Lan was upset, she didn't want to think about it, and when she jumped up and down, she could easily touch the barrier and suffer from typhoid fever. In the end, she could only stay in the room obediently, pacing from side to side, burning with anxiety.

There were not many things placed inside and outside the dark room, Xue Lan couldn't slip out, so she tossed around in it, but seeing that old man Yi Shangxian liked to practice swords, there were several thin swords of similar length hanging on the wall, all of which were made of iron. Quality, it looks a little old, and the edge of the blade is a little curled.Seeing no one around, Xue Lan gritted her teeth and went up to pull it out, but she didn't know that the iron sword was really "old", as soon as she put her hand up, it shattered to pieces. , He was so frightened that his whole body shook, he quickly retracted his hand, turned his head and left as if nothing happened, and continued to rush to the inner room.

The small size of this room, coupled with the suppression of the barrier, made Xue Lanyin's range of activities extremely narrow.Behind the door is the hall, and behind the hall is a room opposite each other. The left room is stacked with various calligraphy and paintings, but there are several short swords hanging on the top, arranged in order according to the length, all the way down in an orderly manner; The styles are different, Xue Lan went up to touch a couple of them because of his cheap hands, and then swung them up and down in the palm of his hand, only to feel as light as a toy, not strong enough to hurt people.

Yi Shangxian has been obsessed with swords all his life, but he has never accepted any disciples.Xue Lan was guessing that he was withdrawn by nature, so it was difficult to have close friends, but when she turned her head slightly, she saw an ink screen at the bottom of the wall at the corner of the right room, painted with purple bamboo, the branches and leaves were soft and sparse, and there was a hint of yellow Ze——then he couldn't help but say, he was about to pick it up, and halfway through, he suddenly felt his forearm go limp, as if someone had squeezed him hard, and turned his head hurriedly, but he didn't see anyone.

Because of the weirdness in her heart, Xue Lan didn't say anything, she still insisted on touching the screen, but just before she raised her hand much, it hung down again, as if being deliberately blocked by someone, and she refused to let it go. He took half a step forward.

Now if he said that there was no one else in the room, he definitely didn't believe it.So he coughed a few times, and asked tentatively, "...Senior Yi?"

No one cares.

He said again: "Shouldn't it be Master...Master, Master?"

Still no answer.

Xue Lan frowned and pondered for a while, finally mustered up her courage again, challenged the bottom line and said: "Or... Yu"

Sure enough, the name is really spiritual.He hadn't finished speaking half of the word "jade" when he suddenly saw a cold light flash in front of him. Dozens of strands of real energy quickly flowed out from the tall and short wooden swords in the room, condensed in one place, and turned into a human form after several twists and turns. , but it is scattered, as if it will be broken into a wisp of smoke at any time.

Because Xue Lan had never encountered such a situation, she was surprised at the moment, but she still couldn't believe it.Until he raised his eyes, he could see the person in front of him gradually taking shape, his head full of silver threads dragging to the ground, his plain long gown flowing like water, his face was blurred under the daylight, frost and snow could be vaguely seen on his eyebrows, it seemed like an old man tall old man.

However, not necessarily...

Isn't Yan Jue also pretty, but with gray hair?

Xue Lan originally thought so, but obviously, his "thinking" was wrong.

The man turned around tremblingly, it seemed that he was really old, and he couldn't even walk steadily, as if he would stumble and fall to the ground if he moved casually.Because Xue Lan couldn't bear it, she reached out to help her, but after tossing for a long time, she could only feel a soft air current. The man stood tremblingly in place, hunched over, as if any movement could consume him. Most of the lives.

What kind of strange things has Xue Lan never seen because of this journey?He can even endure monsters like Yuan Jingzhan who shed their shells, kill people and steal their skin, so what is the mere air current in front of him?

So he grabbed a wooden sword casually, pretended to be serious, opened his posture and shouted at the man: "... who are you? Why are you here?"

Unexpectedly, the man's complexion darkened, he moved his lips, and miraculously began to speak—but, the old man was still an old man after all, with not a single tooth left, so it was fine if he couldn't speak clearly, and he still spoke. Muddy, like holding a sip of water in his mouth.It took a lot of effort for Xue Lan to hear what he was saying intermittently:

"You... who are you? Where, where did you come from?"

Xue Lan naturally wouldn't tell him her family name, so she rolled her eyes a few times and began to lie freely: "I... am a guest of Chang Xingju, and I came here just to... ask for a few cups of tea... ..."

"Nonsense." Before he finished speaking, the old man half-believed and said, "Guests drinking tea, what are you doing here at Zhenjiantai?"

Xue Lan froze him because of his words, and after a long time, Fang decided to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and asked him in a nonchalant but confident way: "Then what are you doing here again?"

"I'm here to..."

——The old man paused for a moment, then suddenly fell silent.

I haven't uttered a word for a long time.

Xue Lan was stunned, and for a moment, she never expected that such a casual sentence of hers would directly...stop the question.

Asked?

He didn't believe it, bent forward again, and said cautiously, "What are you here for?"

The old man looked at him blankly, but he looked at him dully and said, "What am I here for?"

—Come on, Alzheimer's.

Xue Lan was helpless and funny, so she squatted down next to the old man slowly, and said patiently: "Then... old man, why did you show up here just now? And why...don't let me touch that door. screen?"

"Screen?" The old man frowned slightly.Soon, as if regaining consciousness, he explained hesitantly: "That screen... can't be touched, can't be touched."

Xue Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "Why?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, perhaps because he was a little troubled by too much thinking. After a while, Fang continued to shake his head and said: "There are... very important things in the back."

Xue Lan's throat tightened: "What did you put?"

"Let go..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Xue Lan's expression sank, she stood up abruptly, and rushed towards the direction of the screen involuntarily.The old man turned pale with fright, and hurriedly stepped forward to pinch his arm. Unexpectedly, this kid was very smart. He was stopped twice in a row and his memory grew. He turned sideways and easily hid aside. .

His kick was unprecedentedly precise and impartial, and it happened to land on the special barrier set in the center of the screen. The old man's face changed when he saw this, and his figure suddenly turned into a white light and rushed forward. At the same time, all kinds of wooden swords displayed in the room began to neigh and tremble crazily at the moment when the barrier shattered, as if——

It's like coming alive together.

But because Xue Lan couldn't control that much at all, it became extremely difficult to move under the resistance of the white light. While reaching out and trying to push the entire screen aside, he gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "I know, my master It must be here, no one can stop..."

There was a crisp "click", and the sudden break of the screen forced Xue Lanyin to retreat all the words that followed, and then it was difficult to utter a word.

Behind the narrow barrier formed by the purple bamboo screen, it was not his master Yan Hao that he was thinking about, but a three-foot wooden sword that was broken from it lying quietly, with a clear engraving on the sword. The incomparable two big characters - "Fengai".

The Sword of Fonaisou...

Xue Lan turned around in astonishment, and in a daze, she heard a blunt sound of falling to the ground outside the door. Someone knelt down, respectfully and solemnly said to the faint white light behind him:

"Disciple... Yi Shangxian, met Master."

Immediately afterwards, Xue Lan was as if all her strength had been sucked out in vain, her vision went dark, she leaned back crookedly, and completely lost consciousness.