Taking advantage of the fierce fight between Moxiu and Kan Wenxiao, Jian Xiuyun carried Xiao Xi'er out of the city and followed her instructions to the mountains.
Although it was night and the surrounding scenery was not very clear, Jian Xiuyun could feel that this was a very beautiful mountain.
Rows of trees are neatly arranged, and plane trees are planted beside the winding path.
Soon, they came to the cave that Xiao Xier mentioned.
From the outside, there is nothing special about it.
The entrance of the cave is about the height of a person, and dark green vines hang down from the rock wall, forming a natural curtain.
Jian Xiuyun put Xiao Xi'er down, took her hand and walked inside.
However, as soon as he touched those vines, his hand felt a pain, and he was shocked to take two steps back.
Xiao Xi'er was startled, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
Jian Xiuyun rubbed her hands and comforted her with a smile, "It's nothing, it's just a barrier."
As soon as his words fell, a translucent arc-shaped cover gradually emerged from the original hole as if to prove his words.
This enchantment was set up with great care, even Jian Xiuyun took a long time to break it.
When the barrier shattered, for some reason, a very soft muffled groan sounded in his ears.
The voice was so short that even men and women could not be distinguished. Jian Xiuyun rubbed his ears, thinking he was hallucinating.
The enchantment has been broken, and there is no obstacle in front of them.
The two walked into the cave one after the other.
The first half was pitch black, no different from ordinary caves. After about a stick of incense, the front of the cave finally became clear.
This should be the end of the cave, and it was arranged like a room.
A mahogany glass-patterned bed is placed in the center, surrounded by gauze curtains made of red soft smoke, shadows flickering around, making it difficult to see what's inside.
Jian Xiuyun told Xiao Xi'er to stay where she was, took a step forward, and lifted the gauze curtain with her hand.
Like the Zhao family, the inside is also full of red.
Lying on the begonia red soft pillow was a young man with a handsome face, his skin was like creamy fat, but his complexion was too pale to be human, his thin lips were stained with lip balm, showing a bit of abnormal redness. She was wearing a bright red silk coat, just like what Xiao Xier said, it really looked like a wedding dress.
Jian Xiuyun's eyes fell from his face, and fell on his fair and slender neck, which was graceful and graceful, until it reached the neckline.
Suddenly, Jian Xiuyun's expression froze, as if he had discovered something.
He stretched out his hand and unfastened the buckle around the little boy's neck.
Then I saw that all the good things only ended on the collarbone, and a narrow and ugly knife mark ran across the neck sockets on both sides, forming an ugly line.
Jian Xiuyun seemed to think of something, and moved his hand down.
The clothes the young master wore were very loose, with only a buckle on the side of the neck and a belt to hold them together.
The belt was pulled out, and the clothes made of silk material slid down like water, revealing a body that was obviously stitched together.
One of the two arms is thin and tender, the other is thick and dark, uncoordinated at all, but they appear on the same person.
"Brother." Xiao Xi'er at the side suddenly called out.
Jian Xiuyun's thoughts were recalled by this sound, she turned around and wanted to grab Xiao Xi'er, but she broke away.
Xiao Xi'er half-knelt beside the bed, seeing the young master's body, she didn't show any fear on her face, but stretched out her hand to hold his right arm and began to cry.
Jian Xiuyun thought of Zhao Yu's corpse without his right arm, and instantly understood.
Xiao Xi'er lowered her head, clasped her right arm tightly with her hands, cried like a tearful person, and said with a sob: "This is... my brother's... hand... There is a mole on the back of his hand."
Jian Xiuyun didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.
He sighed, raised his hand and gently stroked Xiao Xi'er's head, as if this could give her some comfort.
It took a while for Xiao Xi'er to stop crying.
She grabbed Jian Xiuyun's sleeve, her eyes were wet from crying just now, like a lost deer, "Brother Immortal, I want to take back my brother's arm."
Jian Xiuyun was not too surprised.
How can the body, hair and skin be easily damaged by the parents.
The body is incomplete, and it is difficult to be buried in the ground.
Jian Xiuyun turned his head and looked at the person lying on the bed. Although his body was all spliced together, the broken parts were repaired with great care. It can be seen that it took a lot of thought, presumably to revive this person of.
It's just that he really didn't understand why he didn't make a good body for him, but made it so nondescript.
But of course no one gave him an answer.
"Okay." Jian Xiuyun hesitated for a moment, but agreed.
After all, this was Zhao Yu's arm in the first place, so it should be considered as the original owner.
He asked Xiao Xi'er to stand up and stand aside, and raised his sword.
However, at this moment, a sharp palm wind struck from behind him.
Jian Xiuyun sensed it and hurriedly turned around to avoid it.
When he stood still, he realized that it was the demon cultivator who had returned.
He looked badly injured, his clothes were torn in several places, although he was wearing black clothes, it could still be seen that the color in some places was much darker, and blood was still oozing from the corners of his lips.
Seeing the disheveled appearance of the man's clothes on the bed, Mo Xiu had a flash of anger in his eyes, and hurriedly reached out to fasten his belt.
Jian Xiuyun looked strangely from the side, this Moxiu seemed to take the person on the bed seriously, and he didn't know what their relationship was.
At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side, "Master."
Jian Xiuyun turned around, it was Kan Wenxiao.
Jian Xiuyun saw that the demon was seriously injured, and was also a little worried about Kan Wenxiao, so he turned around and checked, "Is there any injury?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched his waist, his hand was grasped.
Jian Xiuyun looked up, only to see Kan Wenxiao looking at him with a smile, and said, "I'm not hurt, it's him."
"That's good." Jian Xiuyun withdrew his hand and told him in a low voice what he saw and heard just now.
After hearing this, Kan Wenxiao nodded and said, "It seems that we are not far from the truth."
Jian Xiuyun turned to look at him, "Can you make him tell the truth?"
Kan Wenxiao leaned into his ear and whispered, "I'll take down that Moxiu, and you go grab the one lying on the bed."
Jian Xiuyun immediately understood what he meant, and replied: "Okay."
The two looked at each other and acted at the same time.
Kan Wenxiao held his life tightly, and stabbed straight at the demon cultivator.
When Moxiu heard the movement, he picked up the person on the bed and hid, trying to run outside.
But because he was holding a corpse, he couldn't hold a sword, and his movements were much slower, so he was soon cornered by Kan Wenxiao.
Jian Xiuyun waited for the opportunity, picked his hand with a sword, and he immediately lost his strength.
The person in his arms fell straight down.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun snatched him away.
Moxiu's pupils dilated instantly, staring at Jian Xiuyun, obviously extremely angry.
Calling out his own sword, he was about to charge like crazy, but was stopped by Kan Wenxiao.
Although he tried his best, he was still no match for Kan Wenxiao.
Still fell behind.
He was stabbed in the lower abdomen by Kan Wenxiao's sword, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Kan Wenxiao took a step forward, pressed his sword against his neck, and asked coldly, "What do you want to do? Tell me!"
The demon cultivator leaned against the rock wall, covered the bleeding wound with his hands, gasped for breath, and didn't answer.
After a while, he raised his head and looked at Kan Wenxiao, with a sinister smile on his lips.
Jian Xiuyun watched from the side, subconsciously feeling bad.
Sure enough, the next moment, thick black air suddenly burst out from the demon cultivator's body, and then a layer of human skin faded off as if taking off his clothes.
And the cloud of black air condensed into the shape of a sword, passed through Kan Wenxiao's body, and rushed towards Jian Xiuyun.