Zhao Ge

Chapter 89: Knife in the snow

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The night wind blew coolly from outside the closed gate. Yanmen County, as the key guard of the Chen Dynasty, was located in the mountains. The black cloak on Ye Yi's body was blown by the wind, and he stood still, his figure almost melting into the deep night.

The cold wind in the middle of the night blew past the mountain gate, and several faintly distorted black shadows gathered outside the Jiuxuan branch, sneaking into the Jiuxuan branch from several hidden places. Their figures were like ghosts and ghosts, and the guarding disciples did not notice anyone passing by.

When these black shadows entered the Jiuxuan Branch Gate, Ye Yi, who was standing under the archway of the Jiuxuan Mountain Gate, raised his eyes.

"It's really old."

Elder Ye Yi stared at the long stone steps that stretched down in front of him, imitating the main sect's Tongtian steps, and said softly. His face looks similar to that of a young man, but his tone of voice carries the unique vicissitudes of an elderly person.

"When I was young, who dared to offend Jiuxuan casually?"

"old."

He repeated it again.

But when he said that he was getting old, the black shadows who avoided the eyes and ears of the disciples of the Jiuxuan sect and flew towards Wufeng seemed to have received a heavy blow suddenly. Blood comes. However, at this moment, Ye Yi was clearly still standing quietly under the archway of the Jiuxuan Branch, with his hands clasped in the cloak.

"It is commendable that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but sometimes you have to learn to do what you can."

Ye Yi said slowly that he stood alone at the end of the long stone steps, standing under the unguarded Jiuxuan Fen gate archway, but it gave people a feeling that "one person can be a thousand horses".

Those who sneaked into the sect didn't even see his figure, but his slow voice rang clearly in their ears. Their faces were pale, and they still rushed towards Wufeng with all their might. But at the next moment, everyone felt a sudden blackness in front of their eyes, and then a clear knife sound rang out in their ears.

Those ghostly figures were originally half-melted in the darkness, so they sneaked unnoticed in the night. But when the knife rang, they only felt an arc of bright knife light appearing in front of their eyes. The light of the knife was so soft and elegant, it could even be called beautiful.

It's just that the scalps of those who saw the light of the knife almost exploded, and they tried their best to prevent the light of the knife from falling.

to no avail.

The black shadows staggered out of midair one after another, and fell to the ground one after another, without even having time to scream. There was not a trace of blood on these people, but their breathing stopped. And there was no knife light in the dark night at all—those knife lights appeared in the minds of every infiltrator, and they directly wiped out their spiritual consciousness.

All the black shadows who sneaked into the Jiuxuan branch fell down, but Ye Yi at the end of the stone steps still had his hands clasped in the cloak, and he didn't move a single bit from the beginning to the end.

He stared at the long, empty stone steps.

"The pioneers who explored the road are all dead, and the real coach hasn't come out yet?"

Ye Yi spoke lightly.

As his voice fell, a figure finally appeared far away on the stone steps of the archway. It was a man wearing a bamboo hat, tall and tall, but like a woodcutter who was overwhelmed, he was slightly carrying a strange big box on his back.

The man in the bamboo hat walked up the stone steps step by step, like an entertainer walking the streets. The box on his back collided with the things inside as he walked, making strange sounds.

"Xuelidao really lived up to its reputation. If it hadn't been for coming to Yanmen, who would have thought that Xuelidao, who once stirred up wind and rain, would choose to be an unknown deacon elder here in the end?"

Seeing the man in the bamboo hat walking up step by step, the box on his back seemed extraordinarily heavy, so that his steps were also extraordinarily heavy. Every time he took a step, a deep footprint was left on the stone steps.

Ye Yi, who hadn't had much reaction until now, finally changed his expression.

He frowned, his face sank, and his eyes fell on the deep footprints: "Basalt is expensive, what is your wealth? Is it worth the stone steps of my Jiuxuan?"

"I don't have a lot of money, but the money for repairing the stone steps is still affordable." The man in the bamboo hat smiled, and stood still when he was still some distance away from Ye Yi, "Even, the money for the coffin buried for Elder Ye It's also ready."

"Is the coffin money ready?"

A faint smile appeared on Ye Yi's face.

"Alright, although I, Jiuxuan, have a great family and a great career, I can't always waste too much life."

The two of them were talking, but the night wind around them was blowing more and more violently, and there was a faint chill in the air, like a blade about to be unsheathed. From the moment the man wearing the bamboo hat appeared, the two had already started fighting in secret.

The reason why the man in the bamboo hat left heavy footprints with every step was because he walked forward against Ye Yi's pressure.

"There are so many people who can't hold back."

Ye Yi watched the man who had stopped and sighed softly, the cloak on his body made a loud noise.

"People who want to challenge the majesty of Xianmen, can't bear to jump out now?"

"This is something that can't be helped." The man in the bamboo hat said indifferently, "Actually, in my opinion, there is no such thing as challenging or not challenging, just like the ancient emperors of the Chaos Era who have been high above them for too long. It will be overthrown by the Eighteenth Clan, isn't the current Xianmen the same as the ancient emperor?"

"So you plan to be the Shibashi of the current era?"

Ye Yi laughed, and a sneer flashed across his face.

"In your eyes, Xianmen has become the scorching sun of death."

"Seventy percent of the land in the world is in Xianmen. Xianmen sits on thousands of miles of fertile soil, but we can't see the frozen and hungry bones beside the road. We dare not claim that we are chivalrous people. What we do is very important to Xianmen. For you, I’m afraid it can only be said that the mayfly shakes the tree, but seeing the famine everywhere, it has to be like this.”

"It's really good, it's a pity."

Ye Yi smiled lightly, but did not get angry.

"Elder Ye's tolerance is beyond my expectation."

The man wearing the bamboo hat praised, he had obviously stopped, but the box on his back did not quiet down, but became louder and louder, as if there was something alive inside.

Ye Yi's cloak was also blown up and down by the wind.

The imposing confrontation between the two has not been interrupted, and the air current between them is already like a group of knives whirling rapidly.

"Amount of tolerance?"

The corners of Ye Yi's lips twitched slightly.

"It's a pity that I have never had such a thing."