This Taoist temple seems to be among the white clouds. It is magnificent and magnificent. The fog has not cleared yet. Looking from a distance, this Taoist temple is like a palace in the sky floating among the white clouds.
Ji Liyou and the storyteller entered slowly.
The black door with brass animal rings has been opened, but no one can be seen. There are faint sounds of chanting in the morning breeze. It is obvious that the Taoist priest among them is doing morning class.
The storyteller was not used to getting up early, so he dozed off several times. It seemed that he had not yet adapted to his body, and he felt as heavy as lead after taking a few steps. I don’t know how Ji Liyou can walk so fast.
There was no one in the main hall, and a few yellow leaves that had just fallen were dancing in the wind in the courtyard.
Seeing a stone bench with fallen leaves, Ji Liyou lightly dusted it clean and said, "Just wait for me here. I'll come find you after I meet the leader. Don't run around, you don't know the way."
The storyteller squinted at him, "Am I a child?"
Ji Liyou shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "It would be easier if you were a child. You have to be obedient wherever I ask you to stay."
The storyteller picked up fallen leaves and threw them at him, "Get out of here!"
Ji Liyou walked through the courtyard, walked through the main hall filled with smoke, and walked out from a narrow door at the back. He suddenly found a Taoist in green clothes and a yellow crown standing under the sycamore tree, with his back turned to him.
The sycamore trees have not yet shed their leaves, but the autumn colors in the backyard are even richer.
Ji Liyou asked tentatively: "Is Mr. Jianwei here?"
The Taoist didn't answer. He had a pair of bright eyes and a snow-white beard. His gaze shone like a knife blade in the white mist.
A gust of wind blew by, and Ji Liyou suddenly noticed that yellow spikes were flying behind his shoulders, and he was carrying a green sword on his back.
"Could it be that you are the watcher?" Ji Liyou deliberately deceived him.
The man still didn't speak, and his face was completely expressionless.
Ji Liyou smiled and said, "Sorry to bother you, it's not right to be born late."
The Taoist suddenly sneered and said, "You've come to the wrong place."
"Why can't you come?"
The Taoist said coldly: "Everyone else can come, but you can't come."
Ji Liyou couldn't help but ask: "Do you know who I am?"
He suddenly dodged and saw that a piece of the bark of the sycamore tree had been cut off.
Ji Liyou sighed and said, "It seems I have made another enemy."
The Taoist said coldly: "If you don't leave Liangzhu, this sycamore tree will be your burial place."
Ji Liyou asked again: "Why should I leave Liangzhu? Do we have old grudges?"
This immortal man said: "No."
"A new grudge?"
The Taoist said: "It doesn't count."
Ji Liyou smiled bitterly: "Since we have never met each other, and we have no old or new hatred, why do you have to take action against me and let me leave Liangzhu? I came all the way from Bolu to Liangzhu, not just to come to this stop. Last stop.”
"Because if you don't leave, you will die."
Ji Liyou nodded, "I'd like to learn some good tips."
"If you lose, will you leave Liangzhu?"
"Let's talk about it later," Ji Liyou said calmly.
The Taoist turned his hand back and the long sword was unsheathed.
"What a sword!" The sword's light was like a stream of autumn water.
The green-edged long sword made of hundreds of refined steel, its spikes fluttering in the wind.
The Taoist suddenly took action, and one sword turned into seven swords, like a sword formation. Ji Liyou was trapped in it. The Taoist's position was obviously the hub for launching the sword formation.
Ji Liyou observed carefully that his swordsmanship was exquisite and flowing. Although it could not compare with the peerless swordsmanship of the Storyteller, his sword movement was light and his intention was to move first. He was already like a first-class master in the world.
The sword formation was precisely structured and well coordinated. The seven swords surrounded Ji Liyou heavily, and Ji Liyou seemed to have no chance to fight back. The sword light is like a net, and the person trapped in it is like a big fish that has fallen into the net, flying and jumping in the net, but still unable to escape from the net, unless the fish is killed and the net is broken.
The sword net has become tighter and tighter.
Ji Liyou suddenly sighed and said: "The sword is a good sword, and the swordsmanship is also good. It's a pity..."
At this moment, the opponent didn't even see Ji Liyou's move clearly. He suddenly made a move. With a quick turn of his body, his palm had already held the man's right elbow, and he gently pulled it away, followed by two long swords. The swords collided with each other, sparks flying.
Ji Liyou had slipped out like a swimming fish and was no longer a fish trapped in the net.
At this moment, a cold light flew over like a rainbow. The speed and power of this sword are far superior to those of Taoists. As soon as Ji Liyou's body got out of the sword formation, the light of the sword was already within an inch of his throat.
Senhan's sword energy was already pressing against his skin.
The girl in white suddenly stood in front of him, took the sword that the Taoist had dropped, and pointed the tip of the sword at Ji Liyou's Adam's apple.
Suddenly, someone stretched out his fingers and pinched the sword!
The edge of the sword was clamped by him, and his attack was faster than the blink of an eye.
The sword energy had disappeared. The storyteller held the edge of the sword between two fingers, smiled, and looked at the girl in white and the Taoist in front of him.
This man's swordsmanship is beyond the realm of martial arts. Even if all the martial arts masters in the world besiege him, they may not be able to capture him.
The girl in white sighed: "I finally opened my eyes, I admire you!"
Ji Liyou suddenly sighed and said, "Wei Lang, why don't you show your true colors to others?"
After hearing this, the Taoist took off his mask with a smile on his face. He was originally a handsome man with neat appearance and elegant demeanor. The smile on his face now made him look more gentle and kind.
He walked over with a smile, waved his sleeves and brushed off the fallen leaves from Ji Liyou's body, and said, "Long time no see, this is just—"
Ji Liyou continued for him: "This is just a joke."
The storyteller released his sword and said calmly: "The sword is a murder weapon, and besides, your sword is the sword of Priest Shi Wei. You know how many people have been killed and how much blood has been stained. There will be a next time. This joke will not be a joke." ”
The girl in white also smiled, with an apology in her smile: "I didn't see clearly that it was Mr. Ji, so I took action, thinking that we, Wei Lang, had suffered a loss. As a master, of course I can't sit idly by and ignore Mr. Ji. You won’t be angry, will you?”
Ji Liyou smiled and said, "Even if I want to be angry, I can't get angry when I see the girl's charming smile."
Wei Lang smiled and said, "We haven't seen each other for so many days. Brother Ji's martial arts have improved a lot. I just wanted to ask for a few more tips." He patted Ji Liyou on the shoulder, "I didn't expect that you still recognized me after not seeing each other for so many days. , but did you know that this person was me before she appeared, or did you realize that I was in Liangzhu only after she appeared?"
Ji Liyou smiled and said: "I can still recognize some tricks in your swordsmanship. At least we have been through many difficulties together."
After hearing him talk about being in trouble many times, Wei Lang's eyes sparkled, "As long as you remember."
"Then you still remember that I am your friend?" Ji Liyou asked.
"I never forget my friends."
Ji Liyou said, "Okay, tell me why you came to Liangzhu?"
Wei Lang sighed, "Do you really want me to say it?"
Ji Liyou pondered and said, "According to your temper, you should have tried to sneak into Donghu and kill Yijige at this time, but you didn't. You came to Liangzhu, why?"
When Wei Lang heard the man's name, the light in his eyes dimmed again, and he said: "I will definitely kill him and let him know what hell is, but not now."
Ji Liyou suddenly smiled and said, "The biggest happy event in Liangzhu these days is the wedding of Princess Tangshuo. Are you here to send congratulatory gifts too?"
Wei Lang clenched the sword in his hand and murmured: "Sending a congratulatory gift? Ridiculous..."
"What do you want to do?"
"Anmuda is dead, do you know?"
Ji Liyou was silent, and after a moment he suddenly said: "I know now."
"You don't want to know how she died?"
"If I guessed correctly, it should have been the operation of the Southern Wei Dynasty to surrender Wei. She did not escape."
Wei Lang sighed and smiled bitterly: "Someone told me that Jimo Ran killed Anmuda."
Ji Liyou's eyes widened, as if he had heard a big joke.
"You do not believe?"
Ji Liyou asked, "Ask yourself, do you believe it?"
"What if she really killed him?"
Ji Liyou waved his hand, "Absolutely impossible. Jimo Ran is not so ruthless that even a close friend would take action."
"But she drew a map of Shi Wei and handed the map to Ji Shanjing. Only then did Ji Shanjing find the main headquarters of Shi Wei." Wei Lang used all his strength and almost gritted his teeth with hatred.
"Who said this?"
"Do you think this is true?"
The storyteller nodded and interjected, "This one is more reliable than the last one."
Ji Liyou frowned, "Don't talk nonsense." He sighed and continued, "Have you seen Ran Ran's drawings of Shi Wei?"
"Looking at the notes on the drawing, it is indeed her handwriting."
Ji Liyou was silent again. The storyteller's words made sense. Although Jimo Ran had been taken out of the palace for many years, she was still raised as a princess when she was a child. The Jimo royal family was bigger than the sky to her.
"So you also think she will do this, right?" Wei Lang said.
"You are also her friend. Based on what you know about her, would she do this?" Ji Liyou asked him the question again.
Wei Lang said, "There is nothing she can't do. People in the Jimo family will use any means to protect their country."
"Calm down, I'll ask Ran Ran for you."
Wei Lang said no, "I want to ask her personally."
Ji Liyou suddenly said: "Don't act rashly. Ji Shanjing is not a soft persimmon. You are already a fugitive from Donghu. If Ji Shanjing catches you, he will not let you go."
Wei Lang pushed his hand away, "Do you think I'm afraid of him?"
Ji Li worried helplessly, "It's not about being afraid or not. Jimo Ran will marry him soon. The Ji family has numerous enemies and has been alert for a long time. Duke Yang Guo is preparing to join forces with the Ji family this time to fight against His Majesty's plan. You sneak into Duke Yang's mansion." , once discovered, neither the Ji family nor the Yang family will let you go."
"You have said so much, but you just don't want me to go find her. You want her to get married safely, and you don't want me to ruin her interest in getting married, right?"
Ji Liyou stared at him and said, "This Liangzhu City aristocratic family respects the Ji family and exchanges information. Are you completely sure that you will not be discovered by Ji Shanjing?"
Wei Lang said calmly: "If so, would you still stop me?"
"Won't."
Wei Lang suddenly patted Ji Liyou's shoulder again and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't be discovered. Now I have perfected my skills."
Ji Liyou looked at him in surprise and said, "Really?"
Wei Lang thought for a while: "Fake."
Both men laughed.
The storyteller rubbed his shoulders, "Have you seen Guan Zhang yet? I'm so tired."
The girl in white looked at them, suddenly smiled, and said, "If Jimo Ran really killed Anmuda, and if the drawing was really drawn by Jimo Ran, what would you do?"
Everyone's expressions changed, and the one whose expression became the most intense was, of course, Wei Lang. He said sternly, "I will kill her to avenge the people who lost Wei's tragic death, and also to avenge Anmuda."
Ji Liyou, with a livid face, said coldly: "Are you sure An Muda will be ecstatic when he sees Ran Ran over there?" He did not say any more, nor could he bear to say any more.
Wei Lang fell into deep thought.
How much Anmuda likes Jimo Ran, others don't know, but he knows it clearly. She has said countless times that if she encounters misfortune, she must protect Jimo Ran and never let her get hurt. Thinking of this, Wei Lang is even more heartbroken. Ren, if she really killed Anmuda, how desperate Anmuda must have been before he died.
If this is really the case, he will make Jimo Ran live and die.
"Of course we can't kill her." Wei Lang sneered.
The girl in white snorted, "When did Shiwei's child become so kind? Shiwei always pays attention to retaliation, but you are kind."
Wei Lang's next sentence was, "I want her to suffer so much that life would be worse than death."
The girl in white nodded, satisfied.
Ji Liyou regretted letting Wei Lang stay with this girl. On her face, she looked like a pure and innocent girl of fifteen or sixteen, but her eyes were filled with poison. Maybe this is why she could control thousands of poisonous snakes. Reasons for her use.
"Ranran doesn't know how to kill, let alone a friend who is close to her in life and death. I believe her." Ji Liyou was determined, "I will help you see her, but you must not touch her before you ask clearly."
"What if I have to touch her?"
Ji Liyou's eyes turned cold, "You are my enemy."
"What tricks did she use to charm all the men of your Ji family under her pomegranate skirt?" Wei Lang provoked.
The storyteller sneered.
"Yeah, what tricks did you use to protect her like this? Tell me."
Ji Liyou was hard-pressed to explain, "I know her, so I trust her. This isn't protection, it's just the trust of a friend."
I don’t know who is explaining this.
The storyteller turned and walked away.
Ji Liyou left a message, "See you in the city then."
Also left in a hurry.
Follow the storyteller and offer good words and advice.
The storyteller walked faster now.
Wei Lang waited for them to leave before he said, "The matter between Jimo Ran and me has nothing to do with you, so don't interfere."
"Wei Lang, I just want to help you."
"I will avenge my revenge myself, and I will avenge your kindness."
"I don't understand. I can kill your hated Ijige or Jimo Ran for you. Why don't you want to?"
"Your master agrees to help me kill people?"
The girl in white shook her head, "Of course he won't allow it, but I volunteer to help you. If there is a punishment, I will try my best to stop it."
"You have helped me a lot. I will take care of what happens next. Don't stay here anymore. It's too dangerous."
"Wei Lang, are you worried about me?"
“…”
"Wei Lang, is that right?"
“…”
"Why don't you speak?"
"After I finish handling Dong Hu and Ran Ran's affairs, I will look for you. If you leave your name, I will look for you anywhere in the world to repay you for teaching me the law."
The girl in white shook her head, "I don't have a name."
"Everyone has a name, how come you don't?" After saying that, he suddenly thought of the storyteller. It seemed that he had never heard Ji Liyou call his name. He used to think that Ji Liyou respected his master too much, but Later, even though Ji Liyou cursed loudly, he never called him by his name. Could it be that he also has no name
"You don't understand. There are two types of people who are cultivators of immortality. One is those who are born with immortal bones, and it is very easy to become a god later on. The other is those who do not have immortal bones and practice Taoism or become demon spirits to cultivate immortal bones. This way, They originally had names. When they become immortals, they naturally retain their original names. I am born with immortal bones and am an immortal when I am born. Although I have not yet become a god, I have no name. My master never calls me by name. When he calls me, I Just come out and if you don’t call me, I will leave and play by myself.”
Wei Lang nodded.
"How about you give me a name? You all have names, but I don't."
"The name must be very important, and only someone very close to you can choose it for you. I..."
"That's you!"
(End of chapter)