"If you dare to speak out, I will kill you." Chen Xi said coldly as he looked at the inner disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect who was holding his throat, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Just after he finally walked out of the ring after ring of mountain-protecting sword formations, he suddenly bumped into this Liuyun Sword Sect disciple who was patrolling in front of the mountain gate. In desperation, he had to take action to restrain this person. .
"You... who are you? This is Liuyun Sword Sect. If you dare to kill me, you won't be able to escape!"
This man has a deer head and a mouse brain, long and narrow cheeks, and is as skinny as a monkey. His name is Liu Zhang. At this moment, Chen Xi is holding his throat, and his expression is both frightened, angry, and confused.
He really couldn't understand how Chen Xi appeared. As an inner disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect, he was very aware of the power of the sect's mountain-protecting sword formation, which could kill a great monk in the Nirvana realm. , for thousands of years, no one has ever broken through the formation.
Now, there was a person quietly walking out of the formation, and he had not yet triggered the formation's ban. How could he not be shocked
Could this guy be more powerful than a great monk in the Nirvana Realm
After being shocked, a deep fear arose in Liu Zhang's heart, and he unconsciously regarded Chen Xi as a "senior" with unfathomable cultivation.
"If I don't kill you, how about we make a deal?" Chen Xi said with a thought in his heart.
"No, I, Liu Zhang, will not do anything that is detrimental to our Liuyun Sword Sect, even if I die." Liu Zhang answered very decisively and with awe-inspiring righteousness.
"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you." Chen Xi somewhat admired this guy's backbone, and his tone softened, "You tell me where a person lives, and I'll give you a yellow-level low-grade magic weapon, how about it? "
A low-grade yellow-level magic weapon? Liu Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up and he swallowed secretly. Without thinking, he said without hesitation: "Okay!"
Chen Xi was startled instead. He changed his mind so quickly? How can this guy have any backbone? He was clearly just pretending.
"Senior, do you want to inquire about the whereabouts of the person you heard about?" Liu Zhang smiled coquettishly, then patted his chest and said, "Senior, you have found the right person this time. You probably don't know that I, Liu Zhang, sent you a nickname package to inquire about. In Liuyun Sword Sect, There’s no one I don’t know!”
"Well, I want to know where Chen Hao is." Chen Xi said, taking out a yellow-grade low-grade flying sword from the storage ring, and waved it in front of Liu Zhang's eyes, "After you tell me, this flying sword is yours." That’s it.”
Liu Zhang was almost dazzled, staring fiercely at the flying sword in Chen Xi's hand, and said excitedly: "Of course I know, Chen Hao, he is a disciple of Uncle Xuan Song, and his left-handed swordsmanship is extremely powerful, how could I possibly have no idea?"
"Where is he?" Chen Xi was sure that what Liu Zhang said was true, because his brother's right hand was crippled and his left hand was repairing the sword. People who didn't know it couldn't tell at all.
"Long..." Liu Zhang rolled his eyes and asked, "Senior, I told you, you won't kill me, right?"
"You lead the way. After seeing Chen Hao, I will let you go. I won't kill you in front of you Liuyun Sect disciples, right?" Chen Xi casually threw the flying sword to Liu Zhang and said slowly.
"That's true." Liu Zhang nodded.
Immediately, Chen Xi carried Liu Zhang and turned into a breeze, flying towards the distance. With the guidance of Liu Zhang, a local snake, Chen Xi quickly came to a mountain peak.
This peak is tens of thousands of feet high, and the whole body is as straight as a cut, but the top of the mountain is extremely vast. From a distance, it looks like a big umbrella holding up the sky, or a sky-high mushroom, with a very strange shape.
"This peak is called Longming. It is the place where my Liuyun Sword Sect punishes the disciples and banishes them. It is as hot as baking during the day and as cold as an ice cave at night. It is also accompanied by the erosion of the rolling wind. The environment is extremely harsh."
"Those disciples who were exiled here have to dig thousands of kilograms of red-grained steel ore in the heart of the mountain every day, and collect hundreds of kilograms of Nine Heavens Star Sand on the top of the mountain. They are like coolie slaves and suffer unspeakably. Every disciple who is punished from When they came out of here, they were tortured until they were no longer human, and they looked absolutely miserable."
"About a year ago, I don't know what sect rules your brother committed, and he was expelled here. He needs to atone for his sins for three years before he can return to the sect to practice."
Liu Zhang was talking eloquently, his expression mixed with excitement and deep fear. He completely failed to notice that Chen Xi's expression had gradually turned gloomy and cold.
really!
Sure enough, my younger brother was still implicated by him, was persecuted by the Su family, and was exiled to Long Ming Peak!
A year ago, wasn't it when I just came back from the deep mountains of Nanman? At that time, he killed the Li clan, which must have attracted the attention of the Su family, so... Chen Xi knew without even thinking that with his brother's temperament, he would never violate the family rules and commit a catastrophic disaster. How could he not guess who did it when he was expelled from this place
Fortunately, my brother is still alive. If I were a step too late, the consequences would be disastrous! Chen Xi took a deep breath, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know where he will be now?"
"There are no less than a thousand people exiled on Longming Peak. If you ask someone, you should know." Liu Zhang said quickly. He was keenly aware that the mood of the "senior" beside him seemed to have become extremely bad, and he immediately dared not If you continue to talk nonsense, you are afraid that disaster will come out of your mouth and harm yourself.
"Isn't there anyone watching over here?"
"Yes, but it's during the day. You don't need to monitor it at night. These people have worked hard all day and have been drained of their strength. Who still has the strength to escape? Besides, this is the Liuyun Sword Sect. Even if you escape, you can't get out of the protection. Mountain Sword Formation."
Chen Xi said no more, and flew Liu Zhang down to the mountainside of Longming Peak, where a group of people in ragged clothes, with withered faces and disheveled hair were resting.
It was already early in the morning, and the cold on Longming Peak was even worse. It was so cold that these people huddled on straw mats, still shivering even in their deep sleep. Their miserable appearance was worse than that of beggars sleeping on the streets.
Snapped!
Liu Zhang walked forward very obediently, slapped a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and sunken eyes awake, and asked: "Do you know where Chen Hao is now?"
"Chen Hao? The one with the broken right hand? He should be on the top of the mountain at this time." The middle-aged man woke up from his sleep and answered vaguely.
Chen Xi couldn't bear to take another look. He was afraid that he could not control the anger in his heart, so he immediately carried Liu Zhang and flew towards the top of the mountain.
The top of Longming Peak in the night was empty, silent and cold. The endless cold air turned into white mist and wandered around. The gravel, rocks, and vegetation on the ground were all condensed with a thick layer of ice crystals, making it look like a world of frost.
At this moment, there was a young man practicing his sword in the rolling cold air.
His clothes were ragged, his hair was dirty and messy, and his body was as thin as a bamboo pole, but his left hand holding the sword was very steady. Stable as the green pine trees growing on the cliff, each move is swift and precise, as precise as measured by a ruler. The sword's momentum thus presents an upright and mighty charm, like the Yangtze River, the majestic mountains, and the majestic and vigorous momentum. It seems that there is a beautiful mountain and river hidden between his chest and abdomen, and there is a mighty sword path hidden. With the help of his hand, he can unleash the majestic sword moves in front of him.
laugh! laugh! laugh!
What is surprising is that there is obviously no real energy in his sword, but as soon as the rolling cold air rising from the sky and the earth comes within ten feet of his body, it will collapse and retreat, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.
Click!
With a crisp sound, his figure froze, and the sword shadow in the sky disappeared. Only then could he see clearly that the sword he was holding was injured, but it was clearly a branch cut into two parts.
Huh... Huh... He squatted on the ground and gasped violently. On his pale and thin face, only a pair of bright eyes shone brightly, full of determination and persistence.
"I can't rest, I want to become stronger, I want to share the pressure for my brother, I want to avenge my grandfather, and..."
While muttering to himself, he struggled to stand up again. As soon as he stood up, he staggered, as if he would be blown away by the wind or fall to the ground the next moment.
But in the end, he stood firm, trembling with his left arm, raised the broken branch, and swung his sword again.
Plop!
Less than a quarter of an hour later, he fell to the ground again, breathing heavily. His skinny cheeks became increasingly pale, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
"I can't lie down. How can I, Chen Hao, admit defeat? I want to become stronger. My brother has sacrificed too much for me. If I don't become stronger, he will definitely be very sad..."
He talked to himself, encouraging himself again and again, like a fool or a lunatic who never knew what it meant to surrender... He didn't notice at all that not far away, a pair of eyes were looking at him blankly. I have been overwhelmed by pain, anger, emotion...all the emotions, condensed into tears, and rolled down my face.
That person was Chen Xi. At this moment, he was crying silently. In the past seventeen years, it was only at this moment that he could no longer hold back his tears.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.
"Xiao...Hao!"
Yes, that skinny boy with a pale face, the boy who fell down and got up again and again on the top of the mountain, was none other than Chen Hao.
Hearing the sound, he was obviously stunned, then shook his head, murmured with a wry smile: "I'm hallucinating again, how could my brother be here."
"Xiao Hao!"
This time, the sound rang in his ears, so real that Chen Hao couldn't believe it. He raised his head with difficulty and saw an extremely familiar figure standing next to him.
"Brother, am I not dreaming?" Chen Hao opened his eyes wide and his lips trembled.
Unspeakable pain welled up in Chen Xi's heart, and tears flowed down his face. He stretched out his hands to hold his younger brother in his arms, and held him tightly, just like when he was a child, he held his infant brother.
"This is real, not a dream, Xiaohao, can I take you out of here?" Chen Xi's voice was low and hoarse, like a wounded wolf.
"Well..." Chen Hao seemed to be too tired and agreed, but he had already fallen asleep.
"Have a good sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, I will cook you whatever meal you like." Chen Xi took a deep breath, carried his brother on his back, and walked down the mountain.
"If you take him away like this, you will only harm him."
At this moment, a clear and clear voice suddenly came from the distance. Along with the voice, the thick cold fog on the mountain top suddenly broke through, and a middle-aged man wearing a simple Taoist robe floated over.
He has a handsome face, broad eyebrows, and a tall figure. He holds a goose feather fan in his hand. He is like a teacher in a secular private school, exuding an elegant atmosphere.
Chen Xi was too lazy to say any nonsense at this moment, and fled towards the top of the mountain in a flash.
However, just as he moved, he felt a powerful and powerful aura rushing in from all directions. The terrifying pressure was like a towering mountain pressing down on him, making him unable to move anymore without even a trace of struggle. There is no room for it.
Amazing! How far should this person's cultivation be if he can suppress himself alive with just his breath? Chen Xi was greatly shocked, and then he realized that the elegant and handsome middle-aged man in front of him turned out to be a master with unfathomable strength!
Plop!
Liu Zhang, who had been watching from a distance, seemed to be frightened. His knees softened and he fell to the ground. He shouted in a trembling voice: "Disciple Liu Zhang, I have seen Master Wenxuan's uncle!"
(End of chapter)