The rainstorm has not stopped, and the mountain road is beyond recognition. There are fallen trees and broken branches everywhere, and the water is rushing along the washed out ditches.
A figure suddenly appeared beside the stream.
Qian Fei's clothes are spotless, the water droplets are not close, the handsome and delicate eyebrows and eyes are like outlines of flying immortals, but the eyes are heavy, and the cold is awe-inspiring.
The cultivator with the appearance of a young man with a blue-black longbow in his hand was none other than Chen He.
Chen He was found along the lower reaches of the river.
The mud carried by the mountain torrent dyed the river water turbid and black and yellow. Chen He carefully identified the direction, and when he found a mountain in front of him, his expression became more serious.
- Those guys in Yuanlou are really cunning.
Chen He chased him all the way from the East China Sea, guessed that Bo Jiucheng was on a loose repair ship, and also carefully inspected the merchant's large ship, but the results were all wrong. Every time he got nothing and was slightly disappointed, the imprint sensed by his senses appeared again. Pointing to a farther place, it clearly proved that he had found the wrong target.
"There are only two chances a day."
Chen He found the memory of the spider admonishing him through the drape.
Liang Yan told him a few days ago that Ziyun Island, the main rudder of Yuanlou, has become an empty city. To completely destroy the organs and the monsters it raises, Venerable Shi Fengxiantian and others are needed to take action together, but Bo Jiucheng and Yuanlou The remnants have fled.
"This is the mark he left with the spider paper at the beginning. Originally, it only existed in my perception spiritual sense. I made it into a small magic weapon."
The poisonous spider evoked a compass-like thing with its legs and handed it to Chen He, "Every day at midnight, noon, when the yin and yang qi in the heaven and earth are at their strongest, you can use your real yuan to urge this compass, and you will be able to Know the direction of Bo Jiucheng."
After Chen He caught it, he hesitated, and Mrs. Liang sneered: "You have a grudge against that person, don't you?"
"Madam's words are bad, and if you can't remember things, why do you feel resentment?"
The Bo Jiucheng in the previous life just let Li Yan disappear and run back to the Chifeng Desert to avoid disasters. After decades of work, after Li Yan emerged from the small world, let alone Bo Jiucheng, even if it was Yuanlou, Li Yan would not pay attention. in.
Some feuds are forged without end.
Some revenge, no matter how big it is, others will not be able to avenge it.
Chen He didn't believe that Bo Yuntian didn't find out that Li Yan was the person targeted by the Yuanlou killing order, but Yuanlou never caused any big waves, at least there was no such thing in the remnants of Venerable Liyan's memory.
- In the face of interests, Bo Yuntian gave up his son with a sense of current affairs.
Chen He smiled coldly.
This time, he did not let Bo Yuntian shy away from the prestige of Sanshe, but he also made Bo Jiucheng regret it.
"Thank you ma'am." Chen He immediately made a decision, he would solve the matter on his own, without bothering senior brother.
"Although Bo Jiucheng is only a Yuanying monk, there must be people from Yuanlou around him." Liang Yan whispered behind the curtain, "Unfortunately, this compass magic weapon can only be used by you, the spider paper mark, which was originally implicated. It's the two of you."
Taking away his consciousness from his memories, Chen He squeezed the compass in his hand and looked up at the muddy mountain road in front of him. When he was a genius, the direction the compass pointed was somewhere at the foot of the mountain.
Now that half an hour has passed, I am afraid that I have fled into the mountains, or mixed in a certain village.
In any case, Chen He has to check carefully where Bo Jiucheng may pass.
- This is a chase, and the details will determine whether the Yuanlou remnants can be pulled out of the crowd in the end.
Chen He hid his figure, and the true essence that circulated between his breaths became more and more in line with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even if there was a spiritual cultivator with a fellow practitioner nearby, it would be difficult to find his trace.
"Husband and Daoist, the sky covers the sky, the height is untouchable, the depth is unfathomable, there is no form and no form..."
Chen He's figure was like a gust of wind, and even the leaves fluttering in the past were the same as the real breeze, and he couldn't see the slightest flaw.
"...congealed in the sky, turbid and clear. Floating and filling the six-height, sinking and filling the four seas, giving endlessly, contracting and being able to open, secluded and bright, weak and strong, soft and rigid..."
The general outline of Beixuan sect's exercises is born out of the Myriad Tribulations Wuxiang Ran Mingyuan Gong. The words of the formulas float in the Zifu of the Yuanshen. Chen He's eyes are clear, and his breath is faintly transformed.
Chen He was in the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Stage and encountered a bottleneck. The more impatient he became, the more he could not go any further.
The road that he clearly walked, but he encountered obstacles when he walked again, which made Chen He's mood create a narrow gap. He knew that this was not conducive to cultivation, so he simply let it go. Except for the double cultivation with Shi Feng, he has not performed hard work for several months. .
Unexpectedly, this time, while Shi Feng was not around, he decided to go out alone to hunt down the Yuanlou remnants, which loosened the bottleneck that had always been troublesome.
He traveled far and wide, hiding in the sun and the sea breeze.
No one found out, and Chen He didn't talk to anyone. Occasionally, he caught up with a suspicious boat and went up to search carefully. The people on the boat were arguing and quarreling, and they were all like three thousand worlds that were incompatible with him.
Most of the time, Chen He only had an endless sea and dazzling sunlight in front of him.
The moment he set foot on the coast, Chen He strangely felt that he had not been on the sea for more than ten days, but more than ten years. The feeling of being extremely distant, detached from everything, without joy and sorrow, enveloped him, even when he saw Fishing villages and mountain trees have not disappeared.
Broken vegetation and leaves, stones in the mud, and traces of mess after the rainstorm erased all traces on the mountain road. The rain last night was too heavy, which was really beneficial for a group of monks who wanted to hide.
But as long as they use spells and activate their true essence, there will always be subtle changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As the distance gets closer, the person being hunted will become less and less safe, and the chance of exposure will multiply.
- Hide, are you hiding among mortals? It depends on your luck and patience.
Chen He thought indifferently.
His breath became more and more restrained, and everything changed in an instant. Whatever he touched, he merged with that thing.
At the foot of the mountain is a large area of mud, with the carcasses of some animals lying down. Their poor bodies are twisted and stuck among the stones and logs, and some are left standing in the mud.
The rain has weakened, and in the dark of night, the ravine was filled to the brim with the eruption of flash floods, and there was still the sound of water flowing under the mud, but the gully was cut into sections by the rolling rocks.
The mountain torrent was still rushing, and Chen He suddenly stopped.
He heard intermittent moans coming from the mud. This was the struggle of the seriously injured. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was surrounded by it, but it could not be absorbed.
It is not surprising that a monk was buried in the mud of the flash flood. What made Chen He stunned was that in such a dangerous place, there was someone standing on a rock with his hands behind his back.
"Coming?"
Qu Hong turned the cigarette stick over and knocked it on the rock as if he had eyes behind his back, and said listlessly, "Apprentice, you are one step late, the guy who made enemies with you is already buried here."
He pointed to the mud under the rock, and slowly stretched out his arms, stretching his muscles and bones.
Chen He stared blankly at Nan Hongzi and then at the mud in the ravine.
"Thanks to this guy who swore in the temple that no one would come after him immediately, so I didn't rush to leave." Qu Ye buckled the hat on his head, tightened his clothes, and said with a sigh, "I didn't expect you to be a kid. , to pick up the bargain in front of me again "You..."
As soon as Chen Hefu opened his mouth, the mysterious and invisible feeling suddenly pulled away.
It seems that he has returned to the mundane world from the ruthless and ruthless world. The seven emotions, six desires, five senses and six senses, all return to his body like a tide.
When Master Qu heard Chen He's voice, he was taken aback and turned around abruptly: "Why are you?"
It happened that Chen He was startled and asked, "Why is Master here?"
The two stared at each other in the rain.
It was still difficult to reach out a hand in the mud, which made Qu Hong and Chen He come back to his senses.
Qu Hong kicked heavily on the rock, and at the same time jumped to the tree trunk that was sliding from the upstream, only to hear a scream, the person in the mud was hit by the suddenly rolling rock and sank again.
Chen He:…
The aftermath of the torrent was still there, and Chen He had to jump down, stop on the tree where Qu Hong fell, and follow the torrent.
"Bo Jiucheng?" Chen He stared at the mud.
"Who?" Qu Hong asked in puzzlement, and immediately responded, "The last name is Bo? It seems that he is really the young master of Yuanlou, the son of Bo Yuntian."
"Master doesn't know?"
Chen He was a little jerky when he called Master Qu Hong. After all, the nominal master had never taught him a day. It was good to have Shi Feng, but when they met alone, Chen He always felt a strange embarrassment.
—Perhaps it was Qu Hong’s fault for eating mutton when he first met Master.
"What should I know? Does Bo Yuntian have a son? The title of Young Master is probably his apprentice." Qu Hong said casually, he was a little uncomfortable seeing Chen He, because just now he actually recognized Chen He as Shi Feng.
"I won't admit that the exercises of the Beixuan School are wrong, but it's strange, how is your true essence like the last time I saw my apprentice... and your breath, I won't admit it, why do you have the breath of Shi Feng on you? ?" Qu Hong wondered.
"… "
When your eldest apprentice and your younger apprentice have both cultivated, you will go out, and you will have it.
Chen He looked down, but unfortunately, it is difficult for him to sense a person's aura, and Chen He himself wondered. Normally, it would be difficult to detect it after three or five days. Why has it been so long this time? Still revealing
Is it because the cultivation base has risen
"Where are the others in Yuanlou?" Chen He recovered and looked around vigilantly.
"Six died, and the others were taken away by a monk surnamed Kui." Qu Hong said with a smile, "He thought he had met a Mahayana monk, and the life of the young master was not as good as his own. It's important to run away immediately after being injured."
"Master—"
"It's barely able to pretend to be the cultivation base of the next Mahayana period." Qu Hong smiled casually and said with emotion, "Last year, I saw Shi Feng was fine, and it was difficult for me to stop thinking about it. Maybe the great road can be expected."
"Congratulations to Master." Chen He bowed his head and said respectfully.
"No need, what's the matter with this person and Yuanlou?" Qu Hong didn't care about the swaying under his feet at all, he hooked his hand lightly, without the slightest spiritual power, a loose rock by the ravine slid into the mud, sure enough Immediately below, there was a half-muffled cry.
Chen He:…
Who in the end has a grudge against Bo Jiucheng
The author has something to say: Note: The exercises, concepts, and formulas of the Beixuan School are all borrowed or adapted from Huainanzi.