When the national teacher and the emperor were talking about each other, Shen Yiren began to observe and pay attention to the situation on the scene. As the heirloom of the world's No. 1 hunter, Shen Yiren has a keen observation and an unforgettable memory since he was a child. After suffering from suspended animation, her mind and body were divided, and her ability to manipulate her memory had reached a level of 'sophistication'.
After thinking about it for a while, the original arena, which was already devastated, torn apart, and almost indistinguishable, was clearly restored in her mind, and one by one began to compare with the scene in front of her.
There were deep sword marks on the ground, and the stones in the ring were smashed into pieces by the internal force. There was something deep in the center, and the heat made it impossible to get close.
What the hell is going on here
Shen Yiren walked to the almost ruined casting room, thinking silently in her heart.
—What did Feizhen do...to make this mess up
She had been here with Ming Feizhen, where she had stolen some of Diyuan Longtu's drawings. Wayfinding is not difficult for her with an amazing memory.
Going further inside, pushing open a door, Shen Yiren saw a man.
Shen Yiren thought about what he would be like when he saw him again. May be ragged and covered in blood. But I was afraid of being discovered by the emperor, so I had to hide here. Or after a fierce battle, he finds a place to lie down and shout hungry, just like normal. Or, he will wait for himself to come to him. When he found him, he smiled at himself, showing a helpless smile like a child showing off. This rogue... This is what he is best at.
But what I didn't expect was
Ming Feizhen took off his shirt at this moment, his upper body was naked, and he was stuffing most of his head in a large wooden bucket, while whistling slowly.
"The little nun is eighteen this year~ It's a good time for cardamom~"
Shen Yiren was deeply silent at first, then roared.
"Ming Feizhen! What are you doing here?"
The startled Ming Feizhen suddenly raised his head, brought a circle of black water and sprinkled it all over the ground.
Ming Feizhen looked at Shen Yiren who didn't know how he came back, and blinked his eyes.
"Old, old, boss, why are you here..."
Shen Yiren folded her arms, arched her plump two peaks, squinted like a cat, and asked, "What did you just sing?"
Ming Fei really said dumbly: "The little nun is eighteen years old and wants to find a man... Ah no! His eighteenth-year-old father joined the army!"
"What the hell are you doing with this?"
Ming Feizhen's eyes rolled: "I, I, I wash my hair."
"Shampoo?" He glanced at the black water on the ground.
"Hey." Shen Yiren frowned and took a big step back, "How dirty is your hair to wash out this bucket of ink?"
Ming Fei really wanted to cry without tears. She promised that she couldn't lie to her. Although this is considered a shampoo, it is dye in it! Can it be black
The emperor was quite worried.
"Why did Yiren go to investigate the situation and haven't come back for so long. Did something happen, Laiqing, go and have a look."
"Follow your orders." After agreeing to show off his feats, his feet were like flying. It was truly a legend of Wudang.
The emperor slapped his thigh and shouted.
"Damn you, you stinky lunatic haven't come back yet! You ran back!"
Chapter 141 Who is the Sword Holder
Tang Ye galloped on the Whale God Island. Compared with the gradually lowering night, the danger that his keen intuition felt was gradually increasing.
He was looking for someone's figure.
But the clues he had were only the glimpse he saw. After that, he was completely lost. While he was wandering in the dense forest, a shocking sound came from the direction of the ring. Needless to say, I also know that it must be caused by Ming Feizhen's battle with Luo Ming. Tang Ye never doubted the possibility that Ming Fei could really break out and defeat Luo Ming. Even if he joined Luojian Villa, he didn't think Luo Ming could succeed from the bottom of his heart. There is no other reason, it's just because the other party is clear and not true.
As far as Tang Ye can know, he has never seen anyone who can be as good as Ming Feizhen, not even Luo Ming. That kind of pure power that seems to be walking through the wilderness ice field, the mountains of swords and the sea of fire, and the pure power that has been tempered is what Tang Ye yearns for and respects.
Because of this, he couldn't allow his decision to return to the Six Doors to be so rash - just like the time he joined Luo Ming's side. He wants to make a break with his decision.
Wandering in the jungle is still fruitful. Tang Ye caught a clue that could only be observed, and ran with all his strength, lest it be too late.
Finally, not far from the arena, he found his figure in the forging place that had already been leveled, and called out that person's name without hesitation.
"Aji, what are you doing?"
The young man who was obviously stunned—or pretentious—was looking up to the sky and laughed before turning his head.
"Ahahahahahahaha, why are you catching up. Are you looking for me? Oh, what's there to look for?"
Tang Ye was indeed here to find Ah Ji. During his time in Luojian Villa, if Tang Ye still had a trace of gratitude, it was not the Poison King who helped him break through the limitation of his internal strength and improve his skills with dual-element poisoning. It was this young man who had been taking care of him like a big brother, teaching him how to use his newly acquired inner strength, as well as the Luo family's swordsmanship. Anyone with discernment knows that the youngest master craftsman in the history of the Luo family is by no means as simple as his smile. More than once, Tang Ye saw him with a smile on his face while drawing a knife to kill, and his face remained unchanged even after the blood was spilled on the ground. As far as the level of danger is concerned, perhaps the Poison King is not as good as him.
It is also because of this that the target Tang Ye chose to cut off was him.
"What are you doing here, is it fun?"
Ah Ji straightened her face, with the touching look of the big brother persuading 'little brother to go, I'll keep it here', holding the top of Qiqing.
"Today's Whale God Island is full of crises. After the master Luo Zhuang made that sword, he went crazy, and he would kill anyone he saw. This place is so close to the arena, why are you here? Walk around, I will handle it myself. come."
"In that case, what are you doing here?"
"As the master forging master of Luojian Villa, how can I just leave at a critical moment?" Obviously, this question was not unexpected at all, and Ah Ji's answer almost didn't give a thought.
"You're an outsider from the island. Judging from your appearance, you're going back to eat imperial food. No matter what, what good is it to follow us outlaws."
It seemed that he didn't know that words such as 'eat imperial grain' and 'desperate' had long since exceeded the scope of his identity as a founding craftsman of the Luo family. He ignored the strong logical violation and just kept waving goodbye to Tang Ye.
Tang Ye ignored his overly contrived attitude. His sharp eyes caught sight of the black cloth wrapped tightly on the young man's back, which was like a wide and long strip of cloth like a sword.
"What you are carrying is the newly cast Diyuan Long Tu from the Luo family."
The smiling young man did not change his smile, but his waving arms stopped at this moment.
Tang Ye said indifferently: "I saw you hiding near the ring at the beginning, but you disappeared when I came to chase you. I stayed in the casting room and witnessed the power of this sword in Luo Ming's hands. I remember the coldness it radiated... I don't know how you got this sword in your hands. But you aimed at this sword from the beginning, right?"
"Hey, why are you..." Ah Ji looked at Tang Ye in disbelief, exhaling heavily, as if she was too shocked, "Can you guess so accurately?"
The smile didn't change at all, but the slightly dilated pupils made Tang Ye feel as if he was swallowed by a beast for a moment.
"How did you find me? Just rely on this sword? Strange, I have already wrapped it with special materials, unless there is close contact, there should be no more leaks."
"It smells of blood..."
Tang Ye looked behind Ah Ji, and he could still vaguely see the ground covered by his body, either unintentionally or deliberately, with one hand hanging weakly on the ground.
"Although Luo Ming killed many people in the arena, but I don't know why there is no other smell except for the strong smell of fireworks. There shouldn't be such a strong smell of blood here... Who did you kill to get your sword?"
Ah Ji looked at Tang Ye with admiration, and clapped her hands vigorously, with a relieved expression on her face.