Late autumn.
Canghe Mountain.
Hanyue Peak.
Xia Ji stretched out his hand in the darkness and felt a chill in his palm.
Looking through the faint light, one can vaguely make out a little six-edged snowflake on the edge of the palm.
"It's not winter yet, but it's snowing? The weather is getting more and more unusual."
He faced the sky, and the rain washed away the disguise, revealing white hair and a calm face.
Xia Ji took off the wealthy businessman's coat, put on a gray cloak, deviated from the mountain road, and walked down.
After walking for a while, he vaguely heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the villa.
Then came the bride's voice.
She was shouting: "Teacher! Teacher!"
Apparently An Xun had a suspicion, woke up and rushed out of the wedding banquet to look for Xia Ji.
However, she ran down the mountain road, so it was naturally impossible to find her.
The sound faded away, and Xia Ji tightened his cloak.
Walk freely in the snow and rain.
In a moment, he had reached a dark mountainous area.
There is no light at all.
He suddenly stopped because he had already seen the boulder on the right twice. This could only mean that someone had set up a magic array area, which created the effect of a ghost hitting the wall.
So, he stood there, with his fingers passing in front of his eyes, and the burning lamp Zen light broke through the illusion. He had already seen the illusory formation clearly, and also saw a figureless person not far away.
Xia Ji didn't move.
Because a proactive person who thinks he has control may accidentally reveal more secrets.
As long as he remains motionless in the illusion formation, that person will feel stable.
However, the figureless person didn't seem to be planning to ask him anything. Instead, he looked up towards the mountainside and snorted "useless things."
He had realized that the people he sent had failed.
In order not to keep Lord Ghost Emperor waiting, he decided to take action himself.
After saying that, he looked coldly at Xia Ji who was trapped in the phantom formation, shook his head disdainfully, and then directly bypassed the phantom formation and flew out towards the mountainside.
But he had just shot... two meters away when he was caught from behind.
The man was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, his whole body had been pinched by the neck and lifted up.
A faint voice came from behind.
"Tell me, why did you disrupt the wedding?"
The man opened his mouth.
But he was choked and unable to speak.
Xia Ji threw him away casually.
Only then did that person see that this was the man trapped in the formation...
"You... you are not trapped??"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xue turned into a knife and slashed directly towards his body.
when! !
The knife struck the arm, making a sound like gold and stone.
Before the man could show his proud look, Xia Ji pressed his hand, the strength of the knife increased a lot, and he directly removed one of his hands.
"answer the questions."
"you… "
Xia Ji pressed his fingers.
The wind and snow were used as swords, and another arm was cut off.
The man stared at him, but kept silent, because he knew that if he kept silent, the worst possible outcome would be death, but if he did, it would definitely be worse than death.
However, the man in front of him suddenly knelt down and said, "Let's go, take me to see your master of the Wu family."
Xia Ji made a guess based on previous ghost exorcism methods...
But the man's horrified expression betrayed him and confirmed this suspicion.
So, Xia Ji said: "I am also from a noble family."
The man was even more frightened.
Xia Ji asked: "Don't you know I'm here?"
The man hurriedly kowtowed: "I don't know, I really don't know."
Xia Ji said gently: "Take me to see your master of the Wu family, otherwise I will go directly to Wu Ji."
When the man heard the word "Wu Ji", he had no doubts and could only lead the way.
The two of them walked quickly through the night, one behind the other.
An hour later, they arrived at a lake.
The lake seems to be a deserted lake, but the Wu family likes to build luxurious private estates in these remote places.
Xia Ji casually killed the leader, raised his hand, and a reed by the lake fell onto the dark water.
He stepped forward.
A reed,
Cross the water.
At the same time, he raised his voice and said: "Su Jiafeng is visiting from the north and south."
The sound penetrated countless heavy winds and snow, and rolled forward along the water surface.
Plain, but like the roar of thunder, covering the dark manor in the distance.
Black waves rippled, the man's long hair was flying, and there was a slight stubble under his lips that he had not had time to repair. His eyes calmly followed the reeds forward.
Soon,
There was a response from the lake, and the sound came back thousands of meters away.
"Did you kill one of my own?"
Xia Ji said calmly: "Why do you, the Wu family, target my disciples again and again?"
The sound also traveled thousands of meters away.
After saying that, the entire lake and the villa fell into silence again.
Xia Ji put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and drifted with the tide.
Finally, a mocking voice came from the distance.
"Who am I? It turns out that you are a waste of the Su family in the ten realms. You ignored the family's layout and ended up disrupting the layout of my Wu family for the sake of a few untouchables. How many underground forces gathered by my Wu family were slaughtered?!
I haven't settled the score with you yet, but you asked me about it. "
Xia Ji looked calm.
The voice continued: "You killed one of my people today, and I want an explanation."
Xia Ji smiled, raised his head, and took a deep breath of the cold autumn rain and first snow. With his breath, the world seemed to become quiet.
The night became quiet.
Everything becomes silent.
The gurgling sound of the lake disappeared.
The sound of the flowing water and the lapping sound of the wind and rain were gone.
He whispered like a Buddhist verse: "Ten years of wind and rain and ten years of lamplight, I have read countless articles all over the world. I counted the dharma carefully in Qingdeng Study, but unexpectedly it turned out to be ten thousand dharma."
After reading,
Many first-level Dharma images suddenly appeared behind him,
One layer is not exhausted, another layer is born,
One layer after another,
Such mountains are rushing like a herd of elephants,
Mountains stand out of thin air,
The galaxy is born without a universe.
Within a few breaths, the sky was torn open by a powerful force, tearing out the bright moonlight shining through the mountains and rivers behind the clouds.
The bright moonlight cast a terrifying and irregular figure onto the large lake thousands of meters away.
The man who was stepping on the reeds and walking with the waves suddenly saw the Dharma behind him like a peacock spreading its tail, and he could not see the end at a glance.
And these many Dharma signs caused his body to expand nearly a thousand times.
Could it be that the people standing on those ordinary reeds were still ordinary people
It was a god standing on the vast long lake.
Gods carrying countless dharma images.
The terrifying pressure was such that no creature around dared to scream.
No light dares to fall aside.
No storm or snow dares to disturb us.
The faint Buddhist verses continued to sound:
"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be ten thousand dharmas. I used ten thousand dharmas to grind one image..."
The last word fell...
Xia Ji grabbed the black knife and thunder fire with his right hand.
Press knife,
Draw your sword,
The knife is unsheathed,
Cut out.
The unknown Fa Xiangru found an outlet and slashed forward with the knife.
Cut through the vast moonlight,
Cut through the wind, frost, rain and snow,
Cut through the dark lake.
Breaking all stillness,
Awakening this silent world.
The light of the sword was mixed with the light of thunder, jumping in infinite arcs of lightning, climbing up many dharma signs, making everything move.
It is difficult to describe the brilliance of this knife.
It fell from the sky, cut across thousands of meters, and mistook an island for a person.
If the knife hits someone, the person will die.
The knife hit the island, and the island was instantly divided, as if it was scratched by a giant hand of thunder and lightning falling from the galaxy.
boom! ! !
The waves of the lake splashed thousands of feet. In the moonlight, in the rain and snow, from time to time there were thunder arcs jumping between the endless lake beads, and from time to time steam rushed back. The huge power of the knife had caused the entire island to explode and fall into smoke and dust. .
Everything in it was destroyed and turned into dust under this knife,
All life returned to the kingdom of death in this knife thousands of meters away.
Xia Ji coughed twice. Apparently, swinging the knife like this also made him feel tired.
He put the sword back into its sheath and asked, "Is this explanation enough?"
The sound spread towards the manor that turned into dust.
But got no response.
He knew that the other party was not dead, because the other party was only affected by the aftermath of the knife, and when the other party used some kind of protective magic weapon in time, he transformed into a Dharma body. The Dharma body was some kind of giant Dharma body, and various factors were superimposed on everything. , causing the opponent to be seriously injured but not killed.
Xia Ji didn't want to kill him at all.
He raised his head, the Dharma image disappeared, and the sky slowly healed with iron-gray clouds.
The wind and snow are still there, and the autumn rain is still there.
He waited for a long time, but there was still no response. It seemed that the person who claimed to be me was speechless.
So, he continued: "Don't touch my disciples anymore. We are all members of the same family, so there is no need. Even though I am in the tenth realm, it is enough to kill you."
After saying that, he had no intention of visiting this unknown Wu family island again, turned around and walked away on the waves.
In the dust far behind him...
A man wearing a black imperial robe was covered in blood and had fainted.
…
…
Xia Ji returned to Jinghu Manor and sat in the study room in the middle of the lake, staring at the darkness in a daze.
After sitting for a while, suddenly there was the sound of gentle footsteps in the autumn rain outside the courtyard.
The footsteps sounded a little awkward and nervous.
The visitor stood behind the archway in front of the Zhaiyuan, seemingly leaning against the wall for a while before turning around with his mind made up.
The soft candlelight in the stone tower showed the appearance of the person coming.
She was a petite girl who was not very tall.
His face is not very good-looking, just average, with some freckles on his cheeks, and a hint of reserved quietness in his eyes.
But the long, stunted hair that she held in her arms gave her a bit of a girlish and endearing air.
This is the girl who was ranked last among the original ninety-nine disciples—Zhao Yange.
Zhao Yan carried the mutton soup in the singer's hand, walked carefully to the study, knelt half-kneeling under the eaves, and mustered up the courage to speak loudly: "It was cold in the late autumn, but the teacher came back from abroad, but he still stayed up late, and the disciple cooked mutton soup. , I want to keep the teacher warm from the cold."
Xia Ji lit the candle and looked at the trembling disciple outside the door.
She looked at herself cringingly, for fear of being rejected. After all, in her eyes, the master was lofty and unfathomable, and she was the last among many disciples...
Xia Ji said gently: "Yan Ge, come in."
Zhao Yange was surprised that the teacher actually remembered his name...
If she remembered correctly, this was the first time the teacher called her name.
She lowered her head, carefully moved forward, moved to the coffee table, and placed the mutton soup on the empty space on the coffee table.
The soup is very fragrant, sprinkled with pepper and chopped green onion, and the floating mutton is made with good knife skills. Almost every piece is exactly the same size. There is no rigid meat, it is all with the skin on, and a light layer of just the right amount of fat. Chunks of mutton.
It can be seen how cautious and fearful Zhao Yange was when cooking the soup.
The little girl put down the mutton soup and backed away quickly.
Xia Ji said: "I don't eat people, why are you so afraid of me?"
Zhao Yange said calmly: "Disciple, no... no."
Xia Ji smiled and said, "Sit across from me."
Zhao Yange bit his lip, sat over, crossed his legs, and lowered his head.
Xia Ji ate the mutton soup. The soup was very fragrant and warm.
He grabbed the bowl and drank heavily, then praised: "It's really well done."
Zhao Yange's eyes lit up when he heard his compliment.
Xia Ji asked: "Is there anything you don't understand that you want to ask me about?"
Zhao Yange breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly grabbed a notebook from his arms, then opened it, revealing the dense handwriting recorded in the notebook.
When she actually asked, she became a little worried again. The teacher's time was so precious, how could she ask so many questions
Just when she was hesitating, Xia Ji grabbed the notebook and started reading it carefully.
After a long time, he handed it back.
I have to say that this disciple is really stupid.
She was confused by many apparently simple questions, and she just couldn't figure out some things that were obvious at a glance.
So Xia Ji patiently talked to her, using chopsticks as a knife from time to time and making two gestures.
He is now a master among masters in martial arts, and his in-depth and simple explanations make Zhao Yange nod frequently.
The candle burned all night.
Other disciples passing by could vaguely hear the teacher's scolding coming from the study from time to time.
"Hands out, beater."
"Why are you so stupid?"
The disciples understood that it was Zhao Yange, who was currently ranked last among the seventy-two, who was asking the teacher for advice.
After talking all night, Xia Ji's mouth was dry. He went back and forth on the same question more than ten times, but the girl just couldn't stand it anymore and forcefully admitted that she understood.
When it was dawn, the dawn light broke through the cold air, the autumn rain stopped, fallen leaves were all over the ground, and some disciples began to take the initiative to sweep the floor.
Zhao Yange lay on his back in the study and fell asleep.
Xia Ji glanced at her angrily, raised his hand, grabbed a wool blanket and covered her with it.
He adjusted his breath slightly and regained his energy.
When he walked outside the door, he was suddenly stunned.
There was a small boat parked at the air barrier at the entrance of Jinghu Manor. On the small boat was a pair of boys and girls, both wearing the clothes of Su family disciples.
With a thought, Xia Ji untied the profound formation protecting the village and allowed the small boat to sail in.
As soon as the boys and girls arrived at the shore, they saw Xia Ji.
Xia Ji also recognized that the girl among the two was Su Shu.
Su Shu said hurriedly: "Mr. Feng, the master of the house urgently calls you back. It seems that the Wu family came to the door, saying that you injured one of their people."
Xia Ji asked: "What will happen to the Wu family?"
Another young man said: "I don't know yet, but you've been injured, and you still want to seek justice? Who do the Wu family look like? Mr. Feng did a good job!"
Su Shu nodded in deep agreement and said, "Yes, how come the Wu family has the nerve to come to my Su family? Why come here to say that you are stupid if you can't beat someone?"
Xia Ji couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.
The family is awesome.
You may not have enough strength, but you will never give in.