Ye Wuzong was tricked by the two kids and chased the wrong person, but he was not actually angry.
He just felt embarrassed because of his wrong judgment, but in fact, the difficulty made it more fun for him and he chased into the mountains with great interest.
When Zhao Changhe entered the mountain, he actually deliberately misled his whereabouts. For example, he bumped into a branch and broke it on a certain path, but he was actually walking on another path. In the eyes of the master of thieves, these traces were crude and childish, but very interesting.
Please, it's winter, the mountains are full of snow, and your lightness skills can't leave no footprints on the snow. No matter how hard you try to cover up or how many branches you walk on, these footprints will be like a beacon pointing the way to those who know the way. Just follow them.
But the mountain is so big that it must be admitted that time has been dragged on for a long time. It is really not easy to quickly find someone who is deliberately hiding. Fortunately, the agreed time is three days. Ye Wuzong is still very confident that three days will be enough to find the person.
But as he kept pursuing it, he gradually felt that something was wrong.
After crossing two hills, in the distance ahead is the site of a former volcanic eruption. The rocks are no longer the same as the surrounding areas.
Normally, you can't see any difference in the rocks because they are covered with snow. They are only visible when the snow melts.
There was no snow in front of me. The snow was not natural... but there were extremely powerful warriors fighting fiercely here. The large area of snow turned into a trickle under the coverage of the fiery skills, and it looked like spring.
Where did this strong man come from to fight here? Zhao Changhe's level is definitely not to this extent. His strength is not worse than his own at all.
However, as they followed the traces of melting snow into the mountains, they could not find any bloodstains or corpses, nor could they find Zhao Changhe.
If Zhao Changhe was in this mountain, the distance would be enough for him to sense Jian Wan's aura, but Jian Wan's aura was not there... Could it be that it was not in this mountain
That's troublesome. The traces here are all messed up and can no longer be traced...
Ye Wuzong was dumbfounded as he looked at the setting sun that had already fallen into the horizon. I was just playing a game with the younger generation, why would such a master come here to fight and cause trouble
The sun has already set... Is it possible for me to just run around in the dark and try my luck to sense the sword ball
However, even if he tried his luck to sense the sword pill, he was doomed to fail.
Because at this time Zhao Changhe had already entered the secret realm.
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When Xia Chichi took Yang Qianyuan to find Liu Tuzhang, Zhao Changhe quickly flew into the mountains to the northwest.
There are not many people in the mountains in the winter, which is not conducive to concealing and disrupting traces. I can feel that my footprints are very obvious along the way, but there is nothing I can do.
Fortunately, he was very familiar with crossing mountains and rivers, and he ran very fast. Now there was one more convenience - the dragon bird could be put into the ring. This kind of spatial partition completely ignored the weight, and dozens of kilograms of things were instantly reduced from his body. Zhao Changhe had never felt that his lightness skill was so good. He touched the treetops lightly, and the roc spread its wings, as light as a flying bird.
Soon we were almost at the top of the first hill.
Whoever calls me a stinky bear again, is there such a graceful bear
Before we knew it, the sun was setting.
Zhao Changhe thought the scene was quite beautiful, with the setting sun reflecting on the snow and the mountains and clouds surrounded by fog, which was no worse than the setting sun shining on the long river.
The song of a woodcutter can be heard from afar: "The mountains and clouds separate us from the shore of the mortal world; when we travel, the world in the pot is vast..."
As Zhao Changhe listened, he subconsciously slowed down his pace.
Yes... If Tang Wanzhuang were here, she would probably say slow down and take a look at the scenery along the way. You came to Kunlun, do you remember what Kunlun looks like? How about Yuxu? What is Kungang
What a pity... Even though this thought flashed through my mind, I couldn't stop. After all, I was busy with other things and didn't have the time for that.
Wait until you're done, then come back and watch it.
An old woodcutter came towards us, carrying two baskets of firewood on his shoulders and walking down the mountain in the setting sun.
It was freezing cold in the mountains, and the woodcutter was wearing thin clothes. But this time, it was hard for Zhao Changhe to judge whether the woodcutter was a master, just like when he saw Ye Wuzong selling wontons. After all, sweating from cutting wood does not necessarily mean it is cold. Judging from the deep footprints he left in the snow, he did not look very strong.
Zhao Changhe thought about it and decided to jump off the treetop. He used his Crane Controlling Skill to suck out a coat from his ring and handed it to the woodcutter: "Old man, it's cold down the mountain, so put on some more clothes."
The woodcutter looked at him in surprise and said with a smile, "Why do you have such a heart in a place full of evil people?"
Zhao Changhe said: "My heart is with me, what does it have to do with the earth?"
The woodcutter laughed: "That makes sense, that makes sense..."
He put down the firewood, took out a wine gourd and took a sip: "I have my own wine to keep warm, and I don't want others' clothes. Take it back, little brother."
Zhao Changhe did not force it, he took back his clothes, untied the gourd from his waist and drank a sip. Suddenly he remembered, damn, I forgot, is Tian Lingzi's gourd still there
The woodcutter saw that he was also drinking and asked with a smile, "Little brother, are you also trying to keep warm?"
Zhao Changhe shook the wine gourd: "But the world is as vast as the pot."
Who doesn't know how to show off? The woodcutter laughed out loud: "You are so impatient that you feel like you are on fire. How can you be lenient?"
Zhao Changhe said: "So that it can be wider in the future."
The woodcutter nodded: "The one whose heart is burning with fire and whose appearance is manifested externally is a demon. The evil of Kunlun is nothing more than this. Be careful, little brother, and don't wait until the future."
He pulled the woodcutter towards the fire one by one. Did he know his destination or was it just a coincidence
Zhao Changhe became cautious and asked, "What should we do if the inner fire turns into a demon?"
“External demons can be killed, but internal demons are hard to stop, except for emotions.” The woodcutter leisurely picked up the firewood and continued down the mountain without saying anything more.
Zhao Changhe looked at his back and suddenly shouted, "Wait until I finish my work. If you are interested in visiting Kunlun, I will go to have a drink with you."
The woodcutter smiled without even turning his head: "How did you find me?"
Zhao Changhe said, "If you want me to come down for a drink, you can leave your address. Kunlun is a dangerous place, so it doesn't matter if you don't tell me."
The woodcutter continued to go down the mountain.
The mountain wind brought his ballad: "I live in three rooms with clouds and water, and there are thousands of bamboos under the moonlight. I let the puppet show shed make noise and look up to the top of Kunlun Mountain. I am at ease, and have no worries; I travel and see the world in the pot."
Zhao Changhe watched the woodcutter leave. He didn't think the woodcutter was showing off. Instead, he quite liked this mood. It seemed that his literary and artistic temperament was not brought about by his evening makeup, but was in his bones.
So it also goes with evening makeup
It's a pity that worldly affairs pass by so quickly, and it's been a long time since I played the piano.
Everyone is the same, so am I when it comes to evening makeup
Zhao Changhe sighed, continued to quicken his pace, and headed straight for the volcano.
I'm afraid Ye Wuzong has already caught up with me by now, so I really don't have time to appreciate anything here.
After climbing over two more hills, the sun was almost setting. If Jianwan's instructions were correct, the secret realm should be on the hill ahead, which was the place where the people in Kunlun City said there was once "Fire Kungang".
Since this place has a legend, it must have been dug deep and surveyed countless times. It is obviously the same as the legend of Gujian Lake and Xuanwu Lake. A group of people without destiny cannot find it no matter how long they search.
If he came to find it himself, Zhao Changhe would not have much confidence, because the cracking of the Xuanwu Secret Realm was not done by him at all, it was the fate of Master Yuanxing... But this time, with the guidance of Jianwan, there would be hope with this hook in hand.
Just as he was thinking this, a blaze suddenly appeared in the mountain ahead.
It was as if a raging fire rushed into the sky, dyeing the clouds on all sides, and the sky above Kunlun became an illusion of fiery red.
Of course, this is really an illusion. It’s just that the fire in front is too ferocious, which brings psychological oppression.
Looking closely, I saw a woman being surrounded by a group of thugs.
The flame was not only emitted by the woman, but by everyone... You could almost see that some people's eyes were in the shape of flames, which looked very mysterious and terrifying.
The flames were heavy, replacing the eyes...
Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered what the woodcutter had said just now… The one whose heart is burning with fire and whose appearance is manifested externally is a demon.
A group of possessed people... I don't know if it's because possessed people are three times stronger, but these people are so strong. Zhao Changhe feels that each one of them is stronger than himself. With a sweep of his sword, a raging fire passes by, and with a slap of his palm, a fire dragon rises.
The heat wave caused the surrounding snow to melt, turning into streams and then starting to evaporate.
But what is even more terrifying is that woman.
"Swoosh!" A slender hand passed through the flames and grabbed a man's throat.
With a loud "boom", flames rose up and burned the opponent into charcoal.
The sword attacked from behind, and the woman swam like a snake and spread her wings like a bird, flying past, leaving a charred corpse.
A group of Zhao Changhe's opponents, each of whom thought they were stronger than herself, none of them could last a single round in front of her, a thorough slaughter! The murderous aura shook the nine heavens, and the Dharma image was prominent outside, forming the fiery red illusion that had just dyed Kunlun.
Zhao Changhe rushed forward and when he got close enough, he could see the woman's face clearly.
Under those fiery eyes was the long-lost face of Huangfu Qing.
(End of this chapter)