When the last meteor streaked on the roof, the sky began to be bright, and Yun Weisi also woke up completely from the nap.
He only slept for half an hour. After becoming a Taoist partner, the vision of heaven and earth dissipated. He and Jiufang Changming were on the roof talking at night, stealing a half-day leisure, and Yun Weisi realized a little. The leisure of ordinary people.
Thinking about his life, he escaped from the capital when he was a teenager, and after nine deaths, he was completely disconnected from the life of ordinary people, and it was not easy to have a moment of leisure with the person he loved all his life, but he could not understand this truth when he was young. He is high-spirited and uninhibited, with both parents and a clear family background. He never has to think about life's major events, let alone the mysteries of heaven and earth.
But looking back in the nothingness, the experience in Yuru Town made him realize that even if his father Yun Changan did not contradict the emperor, even if his grandfather's family Cong's family was not charged, his parents might still not be able to escape the predetermined fate. , because everything had been arranged before he was born, and the only variable in his life was meeting Jiufang Changming.
As soon as he opened his eyes, someone was attacking the barrier outside.
The ghostly energy was blowing towards the face, and with the momentum of the storm, the enchantment connected with the spiritual power oscillated, and even Yun Weisi was also affected.
He frowned, pushed out the door, and slashed forward with his finger as a sword, dismantling the attack, and shouted, "Yao Wangnian, what are you doing crazy!"
The ghostly anger suddenly restrained, Yao Wangnian stepped out of the black tornado.
"Where's Jiufang Changming?"
He was in a state of asking for guilt, and his already pale complexion seemed even more ugly.
Yun Weisi noticed the difference: "He went to heal a little fox spirit, what happened?"
Yao Wangnian: "Jiang Li is gone!"
Yun Weisi frowned: "Why is it gone, Luomei came here?"
"No, he went by himself."
Yao Wangnian looked gloomy. Early in the morning, he went to the pharmacy to find someone. The shopkeeper said that Jiang Li bid farewell to him in the middle of the night last night. Yao Wangnian didn't believe it, so he mobilized his ghosts to search Hongluo Town, and had to admit that what the shopkeeper said was true.
Yun Weisi pondered, "Has anything happened to him?"
Yao Wangnian: "There are no signs of fighting around the drugstore. He left voluntarily. Did you tell him anything?"
Yun Weisi: "How do you say this?"
Yao Wangnian said coldly: "The surnamed Jiang is soft-hearted and impulsive. If someone else says a word or two, he can help him. If you didn't say something to him, why did he suddenly leave?"
Yun Weisi raised his eyebrows: "Yao Daoyou's wholeheartedness in defending his junior and junior brothers, Yun was deeply moved, not to mention that we didn't say anything to Sect Master Jiang alone, you have always regarded Sect Master Jiang as your enemy for so many years, and now the brothers recognize each other. , to return to the old good, you feel guilty, will you be angry with others?"
"What did you say?"
Yao Wangnian's gloomy voice was accompanied by the breath of the sudden approach, and the ghostly aura suddenly surged, sweeping over.
He died in vain for many years, and he could not ask for it. He had nowhere to vent his resentment. His temperament was very different from before his death. At this time, if he disagreed, he would kill him. Think to death!
Yun Weisi heard from Changming earlier that although Yao Wangnian has the same goals as theirs now, he is in the same camp, but the experience of this man over the years has made him so extreme that he can no longer be regarded as an ordinary person. He turned his face when he saw the other party said he had turned his face, but it wasn't surprising. He shook his sleeves and shot it out. The ghostly anger came to him, and all of it turned into water droplets and fell on the ground. Some clarity.
At this moment, a voice came from behind him: "Why is Brother Yao angry?"
The sound contained bells and drums, like a lion's roar, just to restrain Yao Wangnian's ghostly nature.
He turned his head to look back, and it really was Jiufang Changming.
"Where's Jiang Li?"
A piece of letterhead popped out of Jiufang Changming's hand, and Yao Wangnian caught it without thinking.
"I went out today and found that he left a letter."
The letter was hidden on a flower tree outside, and when he saw him, it fell, and the flower and leaves turned into letter paper and floated into Changming's hands.
"Sect Master Jiang said that this time, the Thousand Forest Association, the Wanjian Xianzong, and the fact that Luomei passes through Hongluo Town, I am afraid he has been prepared for a long time. He is worried that the four of us will not be able to match, and all of them will be damaged, so he takes a step ahead and explores it for us. Road, let's follow behind, act accordingly, if necessary—"
When necessary, use me as bait, sacrifice one's life for righteousness, and consolidate one's wishes. There is only one request, please brother and two fellow Daoists do their best to rescue fellow Daoist Chi. She fell to this point because of me. I owe my brother a lot in this life, and I never want to lose to her again.
In the following words, there is no need for Chang Ming to say that Yao Wangnian has also seen it from the letter.
He hadn't seen Jiang Li's handwriting for many years. He thought he had forgotten everything about the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, but when he saw this letter, the past came back like a tide, drowning the sea of consciousness.
Jiang Li was such a person, Yao Wangnian knew.
Kind-hearted and soft-hearted, delicious and lazy to do, unhappy things will never stay with the other party for more than half a day, Jiang Li is not like himself, he is focused on cultivation, so strong and conceited, Jiang Li has a big chest, and can pretend to be everyone in the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, as long as they are friends, Same sect, brother, he doesn't want to let anyone down.
Such a person is very suitable to be the leader, but not suitable to be the leader.
How could such a person go to Luomei to settle accounts
I'm afraid that he will be won by the opponent before he fights with Luomei.
"I'll go find him."
Yao Wangnian burned the letter to ashes and turned to leave, but was stopped by Changming.
"You want to stop me?" He was murderous and his eyes were red.
Chang Ming said: "We will go together, but we can't go this way. Jiang Li alone has no chance of winning against Luomei, but for some purposes, Luomei will not kill him for the time being. We are divided into two groups, you and Yun Weisi are here Waiting for an opportunity to save people in the dark, I will go from the light."
Yao Wangnian: "How do I get to Ming?"
Jiufang Changming: "Naturally, it is to participate in the Thousand Forest Association."
Yao Wangnian frowned: "Everyone who attends the meeting must show a famous post. The post must be from Chen Mingzong. It must not be faked and confused. Where did you get your famous post?"
Jiufang Changming smiled slightly, and took out a red gilded post from his sleeve. At first glance, it was no different from an ordinary invitation, but the edge of the paper was slightly flooded, but in fact it was invulnerable to water and fire, and it would not rot for a hundred years.
Open the post, the name on it is impressive-
Jinque Road Palace, Sun Wuxia.
He Bosun Wuxia's uncle and nephew, who was with Chi Bijiang, fell to the ground in Hongluo Town, his uncle He Bo died, and his nephew Sun Wuxia lost his arm. Simply asking for his famous post came in handy.
Sun Wuxia, a rookie disciple of Jinque Dao Palace, has changed his face.
"Where's He Bo's famous post?" Yun Weisi reached out to him, "I'll go with you."
Jiufang Changming smiled and said, "It's not enough for you to be a senior brother once, and you still want to be my uncle?"
Yun Weisi: "Luomei recognizes you."
Jiufang Changming: "You forgot the art of turning things into gods. It's not difficult for me to fake it."
Yun Weisi: "I don't want to be separated from you."
After he became a Taoist companion, he naturally didn't have to hide his thoughts any more.
Jiufang Changming: "It's not a good thing for the two of us to appear at the same time, you understand. The souls of Sect Master Jiang and Fellow Daoist Chi both need someone to save, Weisi, you believe me."
He seldom called Yun Weisi without his surname, and even in the Jade Emperor Temple he used to call him by his first and last name.
Yun Weisi only felt that the last five words had invisible magic power, making him suddenly unable to utter a word.
He had never believed in Jiufang Changming at all. From decades ago to the present, even if he had been shaken and enchanted, he was only questioning himself.
"Okay, what you said, remember your own words, don't make any mistakes." Yun Weisi gave him a deep look.
"rest assured."
Yun Weisi and Yao Wangnian took a step first, and they took a shortcut. At this moment, Jiang Li was not far away, and he might be able to stop people outside Zhengrong Villa. Jiufang Changming walked down the official road with a famous post, and he went to the meeting alone. , of course it's too eye-catching, it's better to be able to find cultivators of other sects on the road.
Although he said that he was relieved to Yun Weisi, he was not as sure as he appeared.
The strength of the enemy, Jiufang Changming knows better than anyone.
Luomei is not only a deep cultivation base, he has exhausted his organization and patience. If Chi Bijiang hadn't left a hole in the Liuhe Candle Sky Array, if Jiufang Changming and Yun Weisiyuan had not perished with him, they would have lost a long time ago.
Now that they are going back again, Luomei has long been prepared for the fight in Hongluo Town.
But he must lure Luomei to fight with him in public. Only in this way can he force the opponent to reveal his true colors.
Jiufang Changming bowed his head.
He held a human-shaped white paper in his hand, and flicked his fingers lightly, the paper figure seemed to be soaked in water and swelled, quickly becoming life-size, and slowly approaching Changming, from head to toe, stick tightly , and Changming's face began to change.
The originally pointed chin is slightly rounded, but the eyes are narrower and longer, the nose is a little more slumped than before, the temples are moved back, the corners of the mouth are turned down, and the half-white hair is instantly black.
Although the details of the face have only changed slightly, they will change the person when they are combined. Even if he looks in the mirror by himself, he may feel unfamiliar.
There is still one sword left, Changming thought, and Zhang hand summoned the Changming sword.
"The sword has a sword spirit. I know that you are my four-feet sword. The sword spirit has followed me all the way, and by fate, it will come to me from Chi Bijiang."
The sword buzzed in the air, as if he understood what he said.
Jiufang Changming smiled.
Not Taoism, not Buddha, not devil, not Confucian.
When he owned the Sifei sword at that time, he actually brought a little heroic reverie of the young man's sword swinging in all directions and shaking the world, otherwise he would not have taken this kind of arrogant name, but the Sifei sword really followed him everywhere. , through all the thorns and thorns, accompanied him to the top of the mountain, accompanied him to seek defeat alone, and shattered his bones for him, fulfilled his mission and responsibilities, and now followed him to more than a hundred years ago to help him turn things around.
"This time, you and I are going to fight side by side again, but I have to grieve you and pretend to be a temporary disguise. Sun Wuxia has a Zhiqiu sword, so you should become its appearance first."
Chang Ming waved his sleeves and flicked his sleeves, the light of the Four Fei Sword disappeared, the color pattern changed, and it landed in his hands again.
He tethered the sword to his back, facing the rising sun, and strode forward.