The world's first fairy gate

I don't know if it was because of drinking, or because Yun Fang's attack was not serious or serious, Xie Qiuhan slept for a whole day and night, it was dark when he closed his eyes, and it was still dark when he opened them.

The room smelled of wood, and the wick had turned to ashes after burning overnight, making it pitch black.

Xie Qiuhan rubbed his forehead and sat up when he heard footsteps outside the house.

The sound of footsteps belonged to several people. Although the movements were deliberately lightened, they could still be heard clearly in the quiet night.

Button button -

There were three knocks on the door.

Xie Qiuhan got out of bed, just touched the door latch with his fingers, when he suddenly remembered that the disciple next door advised him to go to the Valley of Monster Beasts to steal something, so he froze.

The knock on the door only rang for a while, but the man didn't want to say anything, so he withdrew quickly. Before leaving, he cursed in a low voice: "I don't know good and bad things."

When Xie Qiuhan heard his voice, he knew that his guess was right, it really was him.

Fortunately, the door was not opened, and there was one less way to deal with it.

Last night the moon and stars were sparse, but tonight the sky was dark, without moonlight, Xie Qiuhan groped in the dark for a while, found a candle and lit it.

The flickering candle just happened to illuminate the small spot of the Yuchang Sword.

Under the dim light, the ancient sword shows a sense of vicissitudes that have been polished for a long time.

Xie Qiuhan picked up the sword and looked at it carefully under the lamp.

Is this sword really a fish intestine sword?

It is rumored that Helu hid this sword in the belly of a fish to assassinate King Liao of Wu, so he called this sword Yuchang Sword.

Thinking of the origin of this sword, Xie Qiuhan frowned, feeling that this sword conveyed a sense of solitude that would risk one's life to death. If it succeeds, it will be a prince, and if it fails, it will become a mermaid, neither of which symbolizes his favorite.

He turned around and said, "Yunfang, do you want to see this sword?"

Yun Fang stepped out of the painting, looked at the sword, and nodded.

Xie Qiuhan stood up, "I'll light another lamp."

He lit another candle and extinguished it by waving the paper igniter.

Those disciples who have masters or have a little money usually buy a few lighting instruments and use spells to activate them, so they don't have to bother to change candles, but Xie Qiuhan doesn't want to send letters to ask for money at home, so he has always been poor .

The room brightened a little, Xie Qiuhan walked back, put his hands on the lamp wick and put it on the table.

"Hey, Yunfang, you are easy to talk about today..."

"Ok?"

Xie Qiuhan stopped in the middle of his sentence, and Yun Fang looked at him strangely.

"It's nothing." Xie Qiuhan felt his brain twitched, swallowed the words back, and said, "Let's watch the sword."

If he had lit two candles in the past, Yunfang would have yelled that his paintings had been smoked into bacon. Today is so peaceful, why would he want to fight.

The two stood together and looked around at the unattractive sword, but they really didn't see anything.

Xie Qiuhan said: "Do you think this is a real fish intestine sword? How big a fish can hide such a long sword?"

Yun Fang said: "Of course it's an authentic work. It's just passed down from He Lu's hand to the present. It's been a long time. If it's not forged again, it's useless."

"You mean the sword has been refined again, so it changed its appearance?"

Yun Fang nodded, stretched out two fingers, and lightly gestured on the sword, "Two feet and seven inches, you use it to practice the sword, it fits your hand. Although the sword is re-trained, its intention of solitary and brave killing will not change. You You can appreciate it carefully, or you may get something."

"What do I want this experience to do?" Xie Qiuhan shook his head lightly, and reached out to touch the sword. The rough touch left a cold temperature on his fingertips.

At this time, a fresh and mellow fragrance loomed on the tip of his nose. He first sniffed his sleeve, followed by this smell, slowly turned his face, and looked at Yunfang.

Xie Qiuhan leaned over and sniffed at his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Why have you cut the wood, but you have the scent of wood on your body, I don't."

Yunfang didn't speak.

Under the light, his outline was soft and fuzzy, a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was a bit dim, and his eyes were not very bright.

Xie Qiuhan didn't care too much, ignored this little episode, and picked up the sword.

The sword was not heavy, and it was a child's play in his hand. He flicked his thumb lightly on the hilt, and the sword came out.

That sword... and the scabbard are handed down in the same vein.

Xie Qiuhan made a gesture, raised his sword horizontally and drew it in a fancy way.

Yun Fang looked at him with a smile.

Xie Qiuhan was a little embarrassed under his gaze. Young people always feel that they are calm and sophisticated, and they refuse to show their lively and childish side, but they are a little happy when they see new gadgets, so they show their "false feet" in front of Yunfang.

Yun Fang said: "It's nothing, just use it and see."

In short, he was no one else, so Xie Qiuhan put aside his embarrassment and practiced his sword in the small room.

It's not easy to use it in the room, but he just used a few tricks casually, and it didn't get in the way.

I saw him dancing with a sword in the wind, countless sword shadows in the air, flickering candles reflected his silhouette on the wall, and a few bamboo branches came out of the window, the bamboo shadows and human shadows complemented each other, full of vitality.

Xie Qiuhan fiddled with the sword for a while, seeing Yunfang sitting quietly indoors, he felt like playing games, raised his sword and stabbed at him, saying: "Look at the sword—"

As soon as Yun Fang raised his eyes, he saw the point of the sword stabbing towards him, his face showed a dazed look, he seemed to have no reaction, and he couldn't avoid it.

Xie Qiuhan was just playing around, and that move was meant to be turned back. Seeing that Yunfang ignored him, he wanted to withdraw his sword, but the Yuchang Sword in his hand buzzed, and it came out, stabbing fiercely at the front end. Sitting people!

Yuchangjian's Gujue's intention to kill is actually like this!

"Yunfang!"

The sword pierced his shoulder, and Yun Fang was brought back and fell to the ground, letting out a muffled groan.

The candle was knocked to the ground by him, rolled a few times and extinguished.

Xie Qiuhan was shocked!

He rushed over to check Yunfang's injuries.

The sword lost its sword spirit a long time ago, and it had accumulated ashes for decades in the small treasury in Pingyang, and it had no strength to hurt anyone, it just poked a shallow wound on Yunfang's shoulder.

Xie Qiuhan was relieved a little, and feelings of self-blame and guilt surged up.

Seeing Yunfang frowned and enduring the pain, he hurriedly said, "...I, I'll help you up first."

But Yunfang acted as if he didn't hear him, his face was pale and lifeless.

"Yunfang...Yunfang?"

Xie Qiuhan called him several times, but he didn't respond. With the faint light, Xie Qiuhan saw the wound clearly, and suddenly his whole body trembled—the wound didn't bleed, but it was charred black and smelled like burning.

Now Xie Qiuhan really panicked, his hands and feet were trembling.

He thought in confusion, Yuchang Sword is a famous ancient sword after all, and Yunfang's body is just a painting, how can he resist it.Why would he play such a boring trick? Isn't it just a broken sword? There's nothing to show off.

Qiongqi is a strange beast in the mountains and seas. It once harassed and devoured countless innocent people in the south of the Five Ridges, arousing public indignation all over the world. Subdue the ferocious beast with great power, refine it for seven to 49 days with ancient techniques, and then get a new life. It is still named Qiongqi, but it is domesticated by humans and obeys the orders of the gods.

Shen Xiao became famous all over the world with this battle, and later became the first person in the fairy sect, and Qiongqi followed him from a ferocious beast to the number one immortal sect's town-sect spirit beast in the world.

Therefore, the group of young disciples of Zixiao Mountain wanted to take advantage of poverty to leave the nest and pull the weeds beside his nest. Not only were newborn calves not afraid of tigers, but they also had to eat 1 bear hearts and leopard galls.

When they reached the Spirit Beast Valley, they saw that the narrow rocky passage was pitch black, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of monsters.

Several people quarreled.

"Why don't you... turn back? What if... Qiongqi comes back?"

"Cowardly as a mouse!" One person glared angrily. "Finally, Qiongqi left. When he found a chance, he turned back at the door. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to spread the word!"

"Senior brother, that's not what you said. Even if Qiongqi doesn't come back, it's not the only spirit beast in this valley, there are also other spirit beasts raised by the sect. What should we do if we encounter powerful ones?"

The man said: "The other spirit beasts in the valley were raised by sects since they were young, and their relatives are very dear, so there is nothing to be afraid of!"

"But……"

"No need to say any more! Those who go go in with me, and those who don't go leave on their own, but if we get benefits, we don't want to share any of you!"

With such ruthless words, it's time to assign a team.

They are afraid of the dangers in the valley, and they are unwilling to give up the treasures that are within their reach. Some people are lucky, thinking: maybe they will meet the treasure as soon as they enter, just put it in their arms, and run back , it will be completed in a short while.

Just when they were hesitating, they suddenly saw a slender figure walking quickly not far away.

They had a guilty conscience and were terrified.

At this time, half of the man's side face appeared from the darkness, with a clear outline, a pair of red eyes, and an expression of indifference, as if covered with frost.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the disciples sneered at first, and then greeted him, "Thank you, junior brother, you've come."

Xie Qiuhan accidentally injured Yunfang, and after the panic and grief, he gradually calmed down. He recalled that his disciple once said that the fairy grass growing beside Qiongqi could help mountain spirits and ghosts transform into form, so he hurriedly put Yunfang back in the painting and brought the scroll with him , holding a fish intestine sword and dashing forward, met this group of people in front of the Spirit Beast Valley.

He glanced indifferently at the disciples who were talking to him, and without saying a word, he passed them directly and walked quickly to the Spirit Beast Valley.

Everyone was amazed, Qi Qi watched him walk into the crack of the rock alone, his whole body was full of indifference and determination.

When they came to their senses, Xie Qiuhan had already entered.

Someone took the lead, and the rest of the people followed one after another, so it's not easy to be a coward.

The night is very dark, but there is another world in Spirit Beast Valley.

I saw the flowers and plants swaying and shining slightly, and countless tiny light spots fluttered among the lush vegetation. Looking around, it was boundless, like an upside-down bright galaxy.

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback for a moment, and then a feeling of admiration rose in his heart.

Although the Spirit Beast Valley is in Zixiao Mountain, it is separated by a hundred-ren rock wall, and the disciples are forbidden to enter. I did not expect such a scene inside.

The disciples all came in after him, and were stunned when they saw this scene.

Xie Qiuhan came to look for medicine, he had no intention of admiring the scenery, and didn't linger, so he quickened his pace.

The disciple behind him was unwilling to let such a help like him go, so he hurriedly advised him to stop, "Junior brother, do you know which direction Qiongqi's lair is? Why don't you walk with us and take care of each other!"

Xie Qiuhan paused, turned his head, and said in a deep voice: "I only want a plant of fairy grass next to Qiongqi's nest, and I will not touch the rest. I will cooperate with you, but you must not miss other treasures on the way here. Wait until I finish taking them." After the fairy grass, you can take whatever you want."

"It's easy to say," the disciple said with a smile, "Originally we just wanted to go to Qiongqi first..."

Before he could finish his nonsense, Xie Qiuhan interrupted him: "Let's go."

A disciple.

Others followed Xie Qiuhan one after another.

They are all outer disciples, and inner disciples will not covet the natural treasures in the Spirit Beast Valley. If they want it, they can just ask their master to bring it in. Therefore, among this group of people, Xie Qiuhan is one of them who practice martial arts The one who practiced the most diligently and had the best grades naturally responded to everyone.

Only the disciple who had been wooing Xie Qiuhan stood there, looking at him suspiciously for a while.

Tonight Xie Qiuhan was really uncharacteristic. In the past, although he was not a gregarious person, he was still gentle and polite, but tonight he seemed to be full of grief and anger. The uncut jade was thrown away, the famous artifacts were cut open and stained with blood.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry to be late again (cover my face)... I overestimated myself at eight o'clock