The Yu family is one of the four major surnames... No, now the Xie family has long since become the Xie thieves, and only the three major surnames are left.
Among the righteous, the Yu family is the most unrestrained and elegant. They enter the Tao through all kinds of elegant things, and their direct descendants are proficient in all arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. This is especially true for Yu Qinghong, who is called Young Master Qinghong by the world. It is said that he is like a banished immortal in the hearts of many female cultivators.
Of course, the main reason is that the Yu family members are all born very refined, and their cultivation path is also immortal, unlike the rough sword and knife cultivation.
Wen Yun didn't have a deep impression of Yu Qinghong. Perhaps it was because there was always a real sword immortal standing next to him, so he was not very interested in this fake immortal.
The only impression...
It seems that he took 100,000 top-grade spiritual jades from him for nothing, and the other party was generous enough not to take them back, right
In order to rescue Yu Qinghong in time, several sword cultivators used sword-riding skills to carry Yu Shijiu forward. Jiang Si originally wanted to try to race with the flying sword, but was eventually defeated. He could only resign himself to standing behind Zhu Erchong and flying along.
Yu Shijiu was carried by Bao Pilong. He looked extremely depressed and perhaps a little dizzy. His face was pale all the way and he looked like he was about to vomit at any time.
Bao Pilong glanced at him and asked worriedly, "Are you dizzy from the sword? Do you want to vomit?"
Yu Shijiu: "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Bao. I'm fine. Just bear with it."
Bao Pilong, who was honest, smiled and said, "No, I mean if you want to vomit, remember to stick your head out a little, and don't spit on my sword."
"… "
Yu Shijiu's face became even more bleak.
Wen Yun took a look and warmly comforted him: "Don't worry, with so many of us, your son Qinghong's safety will be assured."
Yu Nineteen thanked them in a hollow tone: "Thank you all for your help. After we get out, the Yu family will definitely be very grateful to you. However, the situation in that formation is complicated, and I really don't dare to let you take risks, especially Junior Sister Wen..."
Wen Yun said, his sword robe fluttering as he stepped on the ground. Without even turning his head, he asked, "Why did you let Senior Brother Jiang go back to the danger alone just now, but now that we, the Qingliu Sword Sect, have joined, you don't dare to do it anymore?"
Shen Xinghai stepped on the flying sword, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said coldly: "It seems that Fellow Daoist Yu looks down on us sword cultivators."
Bao Pilong got anxious when he heard this, and pretended to let go and throw Yu Shijiu down: "What do you mean? Do you think we sword cultivators are not as good as knife cultivators?"
Yu Shijiu looked down at the floating clouds beneath his feet that were blown into a mess by the strong wind. He couldn't see the bottom at all and felt a chill in his heart. He said a lot of nice words to calm down these reckless men.
Wen Yun, who was flying in the front, did not move in the wind, lowered his head and thought about something. After a while, he spoke slowly: "You also discovered it."
The only one who could hear her voice was Ye Shubai, who was on the same flying sword, and he responded.
"Well, there's something wrong with him."
Wen Yun added: "This guy's acting is poor. I just checked and Yu Qinghong is indeed where he said he was. It's just that there is a formation nearby, so I don't know whether he was injured or not."
Ye Shubai said: "It's okay. Since he said there is a black python nearby, it must be related to the demon cultivator. We still need to go this time."
She sighed softly, "But now everyone can see that Yu Shijiu is deliberately luring Jiang Si there alone. I'm afraid there is something fishy about this maze. I don't know whether he is plotting something with Jiang Si or trying to lure him in to harm him."
This fishing trick is too crude.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yun heard Jiang Si behind him comforting him loudly: "Fellow Daoist Yu, I will definitely live up to your trust!"
The sword cultivator spoke in a frank tone, and it could be heard that it came from the heart.
She was silent for a moment, and then said: "I think Jiang Si's behavior is to confuse him, or to confuse us. He is worthy of being the future head of the Jiang family. He actually has such a scheming mind."
Then he heard Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong also responding, saying that they were no worse than the sword cultivators and would definitely rescue Yu Qinghong before Jiang Si.
Because he knew his two senior brothers too well, Wen Yun could no longer find any reasons to defend them.
Forget it, their brains are on the sword, so just let them be.
"It's okay, just go with the flow."
Ye Shubai's voice became a little vague in the rustling wind. At this moment, he stood behind her, but kept a distance of two fingers away from her.
Wen Yun turned his head and looked at me, then asked seriously, "Why are you so far away from me? Aren't you afraid of falling?"
Ye Shubai looked straight ahead and said calmly, "Men and women are different, and we must not offend them."
Wen Yun: "Don't worry, I won't offend you. Besides, sword spirits have no gender, so you don't need to be so vigilant."
He lowered his eyes and said in a flat voice, "I, the teacher, cannot offend you."
Wen Yun had enough reasons to believe that this man did it on purpose. She pointed out the master-spirit relationship in the first half of her sentence, and he specifically pointed out the master-disciple relationship in the second half.
Some people look like they are ethereal and otherworldly, but in fact they are very petty.
Wen Yun sighed and turned around to fly the sword with peace of mind. She has been very interested in this new technology recently.
However, Yu Shijiu did not give her too many opportunities to practice. Before long, a black mist gradually spread in front of everyone. Before they got close, the cold breath that made people feel cold in their hearts had risen little by little.
Wen Yun stopped his flying sword and looked at Yu Shijiu with curiosity: "This place looks very strange. Why would Master Qinghong break in?"
Yu Nineteen became nervous when she spoke, and answered carefully: "When the young master went in, the fog had not yet appeared. Later, a group of giant pythons attacked and fought with him. I quickly ran out to ask for help. I don't know when the fog appeared."
Wen Yun smiled and praised him: "Xuantian Secret Realm is so big, and not many people come in. But you just happened to find Senior Brother Jiang. This is extremely lucky."
Yu Shijiu covered his chest and said helplessly: "… Junior Sister Wen is right."
Fortunately, Jiang Si spoke up at this time: "Junior Sister Wen, you have a lot of experience in formations, why don't you take a look at how to break this maze?"
Yu Shijiu also kept his eyes fixed on Wen Yun, waiting for her answer.
Wen Yun, who was called out, held his chin up and stared at the mist seriously, then shook his head helplessly and said, "This maze seems to be completely different from the general spiritual array structure. I have never seen such a bizarre spiritual array in my life. This time I don't know where to start."
Before Jiang Si could speak, Yu Nineteen spoke first, comforting her: "Junior Sister Wen, please don't blame yourself. I know you have tried your best."
Wen Yunliang looked over leisurely: "I don't really blame myself."
"… "
Faced with a brand new maze, if it was Qian Lishen, he would probably take out dozens of array plates and start to deduce and break the array on the spot. But this time, it was a group of sword cultivators and knife cultivators, these two types of people are the most straightforward in the world of cultivation.
So as soon as Wen Yun finished speaking, some drew their swords, some drew their knives, and they were all eager to try: "Don't be afraid, I will chop it open!"
Before she could stop them, the four men, led by Jiang Si, flew into the black fog with murderous intent and disappeared without a trace.
Wen Yun frowned. This time, it was Jiang Si who had set a bad example. He would chop at any formation he encountered in the Thousand Formation Tower with his sword. He actually let him chop his way to the top of the tower! Her brothers had been thinking of competing with Jiang Si, but now they rushed in without even thinking!
The only thing to be thankful for is that she can use the magic circle to detect the location of everyone and control all abnormalities.
She silently raised her head and glanced at Ye Shubai: "Are all of you sword cultivators like this?"
Do you all disregard life and death like this
Ye Shubai replied calmly, "My generation was particularly afraid of death, which is very different from them."
Wen Yun thought about the actions of Ye Shubai's generation. That group of people were able to kneel down and beg the immortals to appear when the Xuantian Secret Realm was opened. It seemed that they were not much smarter than Zhu Erchong and others.
She said shamelessly: "Maybe all the wisdom of your generation has gone to you, and all the wisdom of my generation belongs to me."
Ye Shubai was silent for a moment, but did not refute. Instead, he nodded slightly: "You are right."
His peers were more scheming than each other, but they never imagined that five hundred years later this generation of swordsmen would become so naive and ignorant.
Young swordsman: Please don’t use those two people to represent all of us.
Wen Yun was heartbroken: "I have to find a way to stop my brothers from associating with the sword cultivators. They are honest to begin with, and if they stay any longer, they will probably become as stupid as the sword cultivators."
Sword Cultivator: What a coincidence, we think the same thing about you sword cultivators.
Yu Shijiu almost broke into the fog right behind Jiang Si, which shows that no matter whether he was plotting something bad or assassinating Jiang Si, his target this time was Jiang Si.
As for Wen Yun, who had been arguing all the way, she was ignored. The other party didn't even intend to invite her in. Instead, he pushed her away as if she was avoiding a flood or a beast.
It's strange to say, after those people went in, they seemed to disappear without a trace, and there was not even any sound coming out. Considering Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong's noisy personalities, this was definitely not normal.
However, in order to find out the truth, Wen Yun had no choice but to enter this fog.
However, as soon as she stepped into the fog, she realized something was wrong. She felt that all the sounds and light around her seemed to be swallowed up by the fog, and she seemed to be trapped in a void.
This was very similar to the feeling I had when I was waiting for the formation change in the Thousand Formation Tower, but it was even more terrifying than that, because...
Wen Yun discovered that the spiritual energy in her body, which had been flowing smoothly, was gradually becoming stagnant. The mist seemed to be a living thing, wrapping around the spiritual energy in her body bit by bit, and finally sealing it off completely!
And Ye Shubai, who had entered the maze with her before, had disappeared without a trace at some point!
Wen Yun was calm in his heart, but he pretended to be panic-stricken and ran backwards.
The affected look she was playing at the moment was really inconsistent with her character. If someone familiar with her were here, they would definitely think that this was a fake Junior Sister Wen. But it didn't matter, because the other person was not familiar with her.
"Brother Zhu! Brother Bao! Where are you?"
She pursed her lips, looked around carefully, and held the hem of her skirt tightly, looking alert and nervous.
However, there was only cold wind and endless darkness in the mist. She could only barely see a patch of dead grass under her feet. She trotted forward, trying to use her spiritual power but failed. Finally, she exclaimed, "What's wrong here? Why can't I use my spiritual power?"
No one answered in the darkness.
Wen Yun was still calling out the names of several of his companions while running away in a pretentious manner. He seemed like a headless fly, but in fact he was unknowingly heading towards the center of the fog.
It is true that this fog can block the sealed spiritual energy, but it is a pity...
Under Wen Yun's mental exploration, it was like a lit map. The people and things here, everything was under her control!
“Click—”
After breaking a dead branch, Wen Yun stopped and called Jiang Si's name again.
After a while, a gentle male voice sounded weakly from a very close distance: "This voice... is it Junior Sister Wen from the Qingliu Sword Sect?"
Wen Yun responded loudly: "Exactly! Who are you?"
The other party's breath became extremely weak, and he said in a faint voice: "My name is Yu Qinghong... Junior Sister Wen, why are you here?"
Wen Yun was pleasantly surprised and said, "It's Senior Brother Yu! I will tell you about my story later. It was Yu Nineteen from your clan who asked us to come and rescue you. Now we have finally found you. Are you okay?"
As she spoke, she walked forward and saw a faint light ahead. With the help of this faint light, she was finally able to see the situation ahead.
The current situation is quite tragic.
A zither that looked extremely valuable was turned into pieces of wood, and only the broken strings could reveal its original form.
Yu Qinghong, who was once so elegant and noble that he seemed like a god, had his limbs twisted into terrible angles. His brocade robe was torn into pieces like rags hanging on his body, and his handsome face was covered in blood. He looked so miserable and heart-wrenching.
Behind him, an iron chain was locked around his waist, trapping him in place and making it impossible for him to escape.
Yu Qinghong opened his mouth with great effort and said in a hoarse voice: "Junior Sister Wen, run away quickly, there may be a demon cultivator here!"
He lowered his eyes in sorrow, his eyes were filled with sadness and heartbreaking despair, like a snow lotus that had fallen into the dust: "I am seriously injured... I have no way to escape... Junior Sister Wen is willing to risk her life to come and save me, Qinghong is very grateful, but this demon cultivator is ruthless and vicious, how can I bear to see you suffer with me, you should escape quickly before the demon cultivator arrives."
Wen Yun's eyes were filled with fear and hesitation. Finally, she seemed to have made a decision and said firmly, "As a sword cultivator, how can I stand by and watch someone die without helping? Senior Brother Yu, please be patient. I will find a way to break the chain behind you!"
After saying that, she ran forward and chopped at the chain with the wooden sword in her hand.
However, how could an ordinary wooden sword cut through an iron chain without any spiritual energy
No matter how hard Wen Yun tried, it remained intact. However, Yu Qinghong, who was lying on the ground, was becoming weaker and weaker, and his voice became fragmented.
"Junior Sister Wen... I appreciate your kindness, but I was just hit by the devil's palm and my heart meridians were damaged. Now I can't survive."
"I am only thinking about my young brother who is not yet an adult. Come here and take the jade pendant from me. It is a legacy of my Yu family. I hope you will have the opportunity to give it to him in the future..."
He barely uttered a word or two before pausing to rest. It seemed that he was at the end of his tether and had no chance of survival.
Wen Yun's eyes gradually became full of disbelief. She ran to Yu Qinghong, who had his eyes slightly closed and was motionless. His aura was as silent as death.
She concealed her strong sorrow and said painfully, "Brother Yu, I will definitely hand over the jade pendant to your younger brother. You can go with peace of mind..."
Wen Yun had just stretched out her hand towards Yu Qinghong when the dead man lying on the ground suddenly moved and grabbed her wrist.
His strength was so great that it seemed as if he was going to cruelly crush her wrist.
A very faint smile gradually emerged on the pale and bloodless face, which was totally inconsistent with this gentle face, and it was terribly cold and evil.
Yu Qinghong chuckled and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister Wen."
He slowly opened his squinted eyes and looked straight into Wen Yun's eyes.
"Go to sleep, my surprise. When you wake up, you will be my good baby."
Those were a pair of dark eyes, through which a very fine blood-red thread could be faintly seen in the boundless darkness. The thread was extremely hidden in the pitch-black pupils, winding and curling. Upon closer inspection, the twisted shape looked very much like a blood dragon.
Wen Yun stared at him steadily, his eyes gradually becoming dull and lifeless, and finally turning into a void, and the whole person seemed to fall backwards like a corpse.
But Yu Qinghong just chuckled, put his arms around Wen Yun's waist and laid her flat on his side, then took off her mustard seed bag and searched carefully for something in it. However, he only saw a pile of stones and wood without any spiritual power, and did not find what he wanted.
Yu Qinghong half-lay beside Wen Yun, squinting his eyes and taking a fist-sized transparent stone and placing it in front of his eyes.
He sniffed it, then licked it with his tongue.
However, no matter how he tried, the stone still looked like an ordinary piece of stone, just like the pile of wood that was only good for firewood and had no value at all.
"Huh? Why do you collect these things? Why do you like these junk?"
He asked again in a murmur, but had no intention of waiting for Wen Yun's answer. He just threw the mustard seed sac aside with a gloomy face.
"Where is it?"
Yu Qinghong's voice came out from the tip of his tongue, the ending tone slightly prolonged and rose, becoming low and lazy.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the unconscious Wen Yun. His cold gaze seemed to become real and finally stayed on her dantian.
"I see." Yu Qinghong muttered to himself, his frown gradually relaxing: "You use it to store the golden elixir just like Xie Mi'an, yes, that's right, I can already feel the breath of the law."
"I'll come back to get it after I've made them all behaved. You can keep it for me for a while."
"That's the Jade Infant that carries the laws of heaven and earth... Those rubbish don't even know its true purpose, how can they be worthy of it? Well... You little girl are better than those rubbish, but you're still not worthy of it."
However, Wen Yun, who was lying quietly on the ground, showed no reaction. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was low and steady, as if she had fallen into an endless coma.
No one knows how miserable she is now.
It’s so uncomfortable. I’m obviously a king-level psychic, but now I have to pretend to be beaten by a diamond. It’s so uncomfortable!
What was even worse was that when she fell down just now, a damn bug happened to crawl over her leg. Now she was extremely itchy, but she didn't dare to mobilize her magic power to drive the bug away. She could only endure it and continue to pretend to be unconscious!
Acting is really too hard, Wen Yun sighed in his heart.
Not only was she pretending to be weak and kind just now, but now she had to lie here pretending to be dead and listen to the lunatic next to her muttering.
And he looked down on the Philosopher's Stone and magic materials in her mustard seed bag? He even dared to call them rubbish
Forgive Wen Yun for being frank, but including herself, all the real treasures of the entire Xuantian Secret Realm are here!
She wanted to see what this arrogant guy was up to!