After ten days of fasting, Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi can set off for Jiaoshan. Nao Baibai was injured and his vitality was greatly damaged, so he could no longer travel with his master on his back for the time being. This huge demon wolf transformed himself into a cub. A fluffy head came out.
The ink burned the two to the gate of the mountain, touched the mane of the horse around him, and smiled: "Jiaoshan is far away, and Yujian consumes physical strength. These two horses are sent to you. They both grew up eating spirit grass, Traveling thousands of miles a day, although not as powerful as Nao Baibai, it’s still decent.”
Nangong Si thanked Mo Ran, and Ye Wangxi got on the horses, bowed their heads and clasped their fists and said: "Thank you Brother Mo, Brother Mo doesn't have to send it again, there will be a period later."
"Well, be careful along the way."
He stood at the gate of the mountain, watching Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi drifting away, and was about to leave, but suddenly heard a creaking sound from the woods on the left, as if a dead branch was broken and fell to the ground.
"Meow..."
The ink burned slightly and narrowed his eyes, pondering: "Cat?"
On the other side, Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si walked side by side and went down the mountain gate. There is still a desolate path to go from the top of life and death to the town of impermanence. The sun shines from the mottled and lush branches and leaves, and the horse's hoof tramples on the broken light into a little dust.
Nangong Si looked sideways at Ye Wangxi, and was about to say something, but Nao Baijin, who had already drilled back into the quiver, popped out a head, revealing two snow-white front paws with gold, "Ow-Ow-" Howled twice. Nangong Si was startled, and suddenly restrained the horse's bridle, and said, "Be careful!"
As soon as the voice fell, the torrential rain of nails had already rushed from all directions, the horses were neighing, Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi almost simultaneously took out their sabres. The two practiced together when they were young. One left and one right swept up, Nangong Si sword dance to the left, Ye Wangxi sword dance to the right, after the clanging sound, the poisonous pear flower needles fell one after another, and then Ye Wangxi raised his hand and waved, Throwing out the talisman paper, the enchantment flew out into the air, trapping the two of them in it.
Nangong Si sternly said, "Who?!"
The sun was dim, but it was not obscured by clouds. Instead, he stood alone on a slender branch. He had a broad robe and long sleeves, and his beard was flying.
The cousin of the former head of Jiangdong Hall, Huang Xiaoyue.
Standing on the branch, he did not make a sound, but stared at Ye Wangxi's face coldly. Then, there was a rustling sound in the dense forest, and more than a hundred Jiangdongtang disciples walked out of the forest. When they came out, they all had bright red forehead rings on their heads, all of them were elite disciples of Jiang Dongtang.
Huang Xiaoyue twitched her beard and said, "You two, are you comfortable at the top of life and death? I hid in it for ten days and ten nights before coming out. I really made the old man wait for a long time."
Nangong Si was furious: "Huang Xiaoyue, why is it you again?!"
"What's wrong with me?" Huang Xiaoyue said coldly, "You are well aware of the grievance between Jiang Dongtang and Confucianism."
Nangong Si gritted his teeth and said: "From Linyi to Shuzhong, you have repelled four attacks from your men, but are you still chasing it? What grievances, you have never finished? Xu Shuang and Lin Tou's bottom line, your sister-in-law killed your brother, over and over again. Come and compare with us, what is your face!"
"Face? The old man is really shameless when he sees the young master." Huang Xiaoyue said gloomily, "It is clearly your Confucianism that caused my Jiang Dongtang's vitality to fall apart. Do you dare to deny it?"
Ye Wangxi said: "Even if your Excellency wants to seek revenge with the Confucianism, it should be treated in a fair and honest manner. What is the way of assassination right now?"
"Shut up. When a man speaks, it's not your turn to speak to a girl." Huang Xiaoyue flicked her sleeves, "Don't think that you are a real man if your bastard raises you as a boy. The yellow-haired girl will always be the yellow-haired girl, and the woman should be there. Cooking in the kitchen, you are a woman, what qualifications do you have to come out and show off your strength in front of this old man?"
Nangong Si said angrily, "Huang Xiaoyue, speak some truth!"
"Very good, then the old man will reason with you and calculate the general account." Huang Xiaoyue said, clicked on the Nangong Si, and said: "Your father is ignorant of integrity, fornicating with a married woman, and instigating that poisonous woman. Poison killed my own brother, seized power and usurped the throne. As for the one next to you—"
He pointed at Ye Wangxi again: "She is the daughter of a beast, and her adoptive father spread the private affairs of my Jiangdongtang to the world, which damaged my reputation. Waiting for Xiaoxiao is to return Jiangdongtang and justice to the world!"
He waved his hand and fell, and the hundred disciples who were eyeing them immediately swarmed up and attacked them. Unexpectedly, just after they emerged from the forest, a burst of flames suddenly fell from the sky, and the wind suddenly pulled away, throwing those disciples with a single blow. Out of feet.
Nangong Si said in shock, "Brother Mo?"
The person who came was Mo Ran. He held a willow vine and stood on the top of a tree opposite Huang Xiaoyue, staring at the other party coldly.
Huang Xiaoyue didn't expect that the ink burning would appear, and his face instantly became ugly. After a long while, he touched his lips and said slowly, "Why is Master Mo so interested in coming down the mountain to watch this lively event?"
"Then you should ask the master's disciples, why are good people not doing it, but hiding in the woods and learning to meow."
Huang Xiaoyue's face was very gloomy, and his face was almost exactly the same as his surname.
"This sentence should be asked by me, Senior Huang." Mo Ran said, "In the realm of my life and death, and the guests at the summit of my life and death, Senior Huang thinks that my mountain gate is too clean and tidy, and wants to sprinkle some blood on the ground. Is it?"
"Since I've left the mountain gate, it's not up to you to take care of it. I avenge my dead brother, and I don't need Master Mo to speak up!"
The ink burned: "Senior Huang said it well, personal grievances, out of the mountain gate, really do not return to the top of life and death."
Huang Xiaoyue snorted coldly: "That Grandmaster still won't let you go?"
The ink did not burn, and the blood was even worse. The willow leaves on the top were almost red and became a string of blood beads. He said: "But what if I want to manage it myself?"
"you!"
Huang Xiaoyue would not know the strength of Mo Ran, but he was unwilling to retaliate for blood revenge. He had to be angry and threatened: "Master Mo, are you going to be my enemy, Jiang Dongtang?"
"I don't mean it. I just want me to send a distinguished guest to leave Shuzhong safely. As for whether it is Jiangdongtang to stop me or Jiangxitang to stop me, it is the same."
Huang Xiaoyue narrowed his eyes, the hatred in his brown eyes could almost turn into a visible fire, burning the ink together with the green cypress he was standing on to ashes.
"You insist on covering up the remnants of these two Confucianism?"
"What did you say?" Mo Ran asked coldly, "I ask the seniors, Jiang Dongtang regrets how much Ye girl and Nangong son participated in."
"… "
"Did it plan the internal change of Jiangdongtang? Or did it shake out the scandal of Jiangdongtang?" Mo Ran looked at Huang Xiaoyue, "Did he kill the former head, or did he deliberately participate in the murder of the younger brother?"
"But so what!" Huang Xiaoyue said angrily, "The father's debt is paid by the son! It is only right and proper!"
"It's just right." The ink burned lightly, "Okay, I don't think I have to reason with Senior Huang, let's talk about weapons, let's make a move."
Huang Xiaoyue was very angry and shouted angrily: "Mo Weiyu! You are so unreasonable!!"
"It's interesting, who is unreasonable?" At this time, another voice came from the front of the mountain, with a rebellious tone. Xue Meng slowly walked out of the forest with Longcheng, the handle of the knife was cold and sharp, and the sun shone, so that people could hardly open their eyes.
"Walking and shouting in front of my house, and slaughtering, Jiang Dongtang died as the pinnacle of life and death? Are you looking for death?"
If it was said that the previous episode was just a person, Huang Xiaoyue could not beat him, but with a lot of people, he might be able to get rid of the ink and take the opportunity to kill the enemy, but at this moment Phoenix Xue Meng paced out, he was pulling out The arrogant son of the sky who won the first prize of the Lingshan Conference, who knows the fierceness of the dragon city in his hand
The two brothers appeared in front of the mountain gate at the moment, to save the lives of Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi, no matter how hard Huang Xiaoyue tried, it would never be possible to find an opportunity to take advantage of it.
The ink burned to see Xue Meng coming, but his face became solemn. He said to Xue Meng: "Go back."
"let me help you-"
"This matter has nothing to do with life and death, it's my selfish help, don't interfere." Mo Ran frowned, thinking that this brother is stupid? Although Jiang Dongtang lost its strength, after all, the skinny camel was bigger than a horse, and it was still one of the nine major sects of cultivation. Moreover, the niece of the old master of Jiangdongtang and the senior brother of Huohuangge were Taoist companions and got married. . If Xue Meng came out to help, it would be obviously in the name of death and life, and he would tear his face with the two major sects.
Never do this.
The ink burned: "Go back quickly."
But Xue Meng's mind was simple, and he didn't understand the subtle difference at all. Instead, he was annoyed that he didn't want him to help. Xue, with a very beautiful appearance, carries a pipa on her back, but she is the fairy of Kunlun's Snow Palace.
"Urgent report! Urgent report!" The fairy shouted loudly, frowning, hurriedly whipping up her horse.
Unexpectedly, the dust was flying, and when she turned a corner, she saw such a tense scene at the foot of the mountain. She suddenly tightened the reins and was stunned for a while. She sat on the horse's back and blinked blankly.
"Ur-er... what are you... doing?"
Because of the sudden arrival of the female officer of the Kunlun Taxue Palace, the fight between Mo Ran and Huang Xiaoyue was not completed. Instead, Huang Xiaoyue was invited by Xue Zhengyi to the top of the dead, and he was recalled together, as well as Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si. two people.
The fairy girl who stepped on the Snow Palace stood in the Danxin Hall, her red lips opened together, she bowed, and then said:
"Urgent report, Xu Shuanglin is missing."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Wangxi's complexion suddenly changed, and his blood was gone in an instant.
The fairy said, "I sent more than ten thousand jade butterflies to track down Xu Shuanglin's traces. I finally returned two this morning. I found that there was a strange spell near Huangshan Mountain. The palace master guessed that Xu Shuanglin should hide here. I will rush to the major sects to report urgently and discuss future policies."
Xue Zhengyi was surprised and happy: "Is this found?"
Xiangu said: "I can't be sure, but Jade Die reported that the recent bloody atmosphere around Huangshan is faintly lingering, and it does not disperse all day long. There is a vision, and it should be closely related."
Xue Zhengyi stood up at the festival: "Okay! Since there are clues, don't delay anymore, the soldiers are very fast. What do you mean by the palace master?"
"The Palace Master and the Sect Master see the same thing, and she also feels that it is not too late, and she should go there to check it out earlier."
"Great!" Xue Zhengyi turned to Huang Xiaoyue again and said, "Master Huang, why don't you go together? If you successfully catch the culprit Xu Shuanglin this time, you can also avenge the revenge of killing your brother."
Huang Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat, he knew very well that his chances of killing Xu Shuanglin were very slim, and the so-called revenge was just a cover.
In fact, how much does his brother's death have to do with Nangong Si Ye Wangxi's two younger generations
He shouted the slogan of revenge for his younger brother, but he had other shrewd calculus in his belly - you must know that Jiang Dongtang's strength has declined after this disaster. Catch Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si in one go, forcing them to spit out the shadow of their ancestors and take them for their own use.
Huang Xiaoyue's palm suddenly squeezed under the sleeve of his robe, weighed it for a long time, and dryly squeezed out a shriveled orange-like, tawny smile, and said, "It is still unknown whether Xu Shuanglin is above Huangshan, let alone Jiang Dongtang and Confucianism. The Liangzi of the wind door has been forged, and this is not my personal hatred, it is a major matter that affects the face of the family, and it must be settled well."
"That's right." Xue Zhengyi said, "Then first find Xu Shuanglin to avenge personal revenge, and then find Confucianism to settle the grievances?"
"Sect Leader Xue said it's interesting, the Confucianism Sect is now a piece of scorched earth, where do you ask me to settle accounts."
"I don't know about this. I have to ask Huang Daochang himself." Xue Zhengyi said with a smile, "Why are there only bricks and tiles left in the Confucianism Gate, and the Daoist is in a hurry to kill the two descendants."
"You!" Huang Xiaoyue fluttered her sleeves and shouted, "This is Huang's private matter."
Xue Meng smiled and said: "I just said that it is a sect's face, and it is a major event. Now it has become a private matter. Jiang Dongtang is one of the nine major sects in the upper repair world. How can you be so casual?"
Huang Xiaoyue knew that she was wrong, but she didn't know how to defend herself, so she simply didn't speak. He glared at Xue Zhengyi fiercely, waved his sleeves, led a wave of disciples from Jiangdongmen, and aggressively walked out of the gate of death and life, took the lead, and went to Yujian in Huangshan Mountain.
Ye Wangxi was extremely apologetic, and said to Xue Zhengyi: "Xue Zhangmen, I'm really sorry, we-"
"The chicks enter the net, and the hunters will not kill them." Watching Jiang Dongtang go away, the smile on Xue Zhengyi's face slowly disappeared, his eyes became cold, and he said: "It's Jiang Dongtang who deceives people too much. "
He looked at the sky light outside the main hall, his eyebrows were very low, and there was a faint crease in the middle. After a while, he sighed: "Let's go, go to Huangshan Mountain."
Huangshan is a long way to go, and everyone chooses Yujian to walk. When they arrived at Mount Huangshan, a large group of cultivators were already crowded at the foot of the mountain, and the other nine factions in the cultivation world had already arrived. The faces were blurry, coming and going, busy, like crucian carp crossing the river. But don't know what to do.
Chu nightning was the first to come down from Yujian. When he came down, his steps were slightly unstable and his face was very pale. Fortunately, he had a white face and no good color, and others would not see anything. It's the same, but the ink burns it. He walked over, and while no one around was paying attention, he gently rubbed the back of Chu Wanning's hand.
"Master, you fly very well."
"Um?"
The ink burned and smiled: "Really."
Chu nightning coughed lightly and turned his eyes away.
Looking up, there is indeed a layer of evil miasma that is almost visible to the naked eye on the top of Huangshan Mountain. The other eight chiefs have arrived and are standing at the forefront of the mountain, in front of a sky-reaching barrier, raising their hands and pouring them into it. Lingli, Xue Zhengyi also rushed over to help immediately.
The people at the top of life and death arrived one after another. After a while, Xue Meng also arrived. He fell steadily beside the two of them. When he saw the situation in front of him, he immediately frowned: "What are you doing? Why don't you go up the mountain? ?"
When Mo Ran saw him coming, he explained to him: "It's not that I can't go up, but I can't go up."
Xue Meng was quite confused: "Why?"
Chu nightning said: "Huangshan is one of the four evil mountains in the comprehension world. This mountain is very strange and it is not so easy to break in.
Xue Meng was a little surprised: "I only know that there are four holy mountains. Are there four evil mountains? Which four are they?"
Chu night Ning said: "Jiaoshan, Jiashan-"
Xue Meng was stunned: "Rockery?"
"...The Armor of Xuanwu."
"Oh, oh." Xue Meng blushed, "Well."
"Lingshan, and the one in front of you, Huangshan."
Chu Wanning paused, and then said, "This is the bloody past of the comprehension world, and it is rarely mentioned now. Only by looking at some miscellaneous books can I read the records about the four evil mountains. "
"Then why is there such a thing as Evil Mountain?"
Chu nightning did not answer directly, but asked Xue Meng: "You still remember the past of the first-generation head of the Confucianism Sect to surrender to the evil dragon."
"Remember." Xue Meng said, "There is an evil dragon in the East China Sea. He defeated the evil dragon and sealed it in the Golden Drum Tower, and then signed a blood contract with the dragon to make it his own. After the death of the first-generation head of Confucianism, the evil Flooded dragons have turned into hills, dragon tendons have turned into mantles, dragon blood has turned into rivers, keels have turned into rocks, and dragon armor has turned into trees. This mountain has guarded the graves of Confucianism disciples from generation to generation, hence the name Hero. Tomb, also known as Jiaoshan."
Chu night Ning decapitated: "Yes, so Jiaoshan is transformed by the evil spirit of Qinglong. You all know that the four stars of the auspicious beasts are Qinglong, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger and Xuanwu, but under these four stars, there will also be descendants of evil changes, making waves everywhere."
Xue Meng slowly understood: "So, the remaining few, like Jiaoshan, were made by the spirit of evil beasts?"
"Um."
Xue Meng said: "That Huangshan is... Is it Suzaku?"
He suddenly raised his head to look at the giant beast-like mountain shrouded in the haze, and sure enough, he found that the middle of the mountain was high and flat, like a phoenix with a neck.
Chu nightning said: "That's right. In addition, the four evil mountains have their own evil methods. For example, Jiaoshan, it only allows the descendants of the Confucianism Sect to lead others to enter, and trespassers will be dragged by the vines turned into dragon tendons. Buried alive in the soil. This Huangshan is the same."
"But it's so strange." Xue Meng turned his head to look at the head of the spell casting, and his father also went to help, "Jiaoshan is a mountain of Confucianism, everyone knows this, what about Huangshan? Just put the It would be better if the descendants of the sect that subdued the Suzaku evil spirit were dragged over."
Mo Ran, who had been silent, spoke at this moment: "That person died unexpectedly not long ago. If she is still alive, she can indeed do this."
Xue Meng froze for a moment: "Do you know who it is?"
"I know." Mo Ran said lightly, "It's a woman, we all know it."
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Small Theater "Tomorrow Will Die"
Ink burning: In order to warm up the decisive battle volume, someone will die tomorrow.
Xue Meng: It's not me who died.
Nangong Si: It is not an important role who died.
Ye Wangxi: It's a trick, maybe everyone doesn't remember who he or she is.
Chu nightning: I'm sorry, I ran him and her, it's my fault, I shouldn't look at the surface, I apologize.
Xue Zhengyi: I think everyone should not feel sorry for him and her.
Mrs. Wang: After all, he and her have less lines than me.
Mei Hanxue: ... I didn't want to talk at first, but when I saw the sentence upstairs, I felt it was necessary for me to clarify that the person with few lines was not me.