Tian Yan 49

Three months later.

"clang!"

"Four!" Long Yin said in a deep voice, and waited for Shuang Jiang to jump quite far before pulling a sword flower, "to the left."

The sword wind pierced the air sharply, Shuang Jiang leaned back, a few strands of hair were cut off by the sword energy, and the iron knife in his hand was raised upwards, hitting Long Yin's sword heavily.Shuang Jiang squatted down to relieve his strength, then pulled away and jumped to the left, landing firmly on another plum blossom pile.

"Five." Longyin returned the sword, and approached Shuangjiang in an instant, "Attention!"

Shuang Jiang's whole body was tense, there was another clang, and the iron weapon kept humming. Shuang Jiang and Long Yin brushed behind him, panting heavily, staring at him closely, and didn't even have time to wipe off their sweat.

This was an exercise proposed by Shuang Jiang himself. After reluctantly accepting Shen Dong's ten moves, Shuang Jiang suggested that the seniors should "polish" him - today it's Long Yin's turn.

Bai Chuyi, who was watching the battle under the plum blossom pile, asked Shen Dongzai, "Is there any news about the second child?"

"Who cares about him, it's best to die in the casino." Shen Dong sneered.

"Nine! Right!"

"clang!"

"You obviously have that thing," Bai Chuyi pouted towards Shen Dong's ever-present Yupei, "but you never contacted him. What's the point of just waiting for him to contact you?"

Shen Dong was caressing the white red heart jade pendant.This was made by Xie Qianqiu and Lao Liu back then. The jade pendant itself is very precious, and part of Xie Qianqiu's spirit body is stored in it, which can be used to contact him. Knowing when to come back, he was reluctant.

Shen Dong changed the subject: "When will the senior brother come back? The female disciples of Chixia Peak are eagerly waiting."

"clang!"

"Om-"

"Fifteen! Hold your breath and hold the knife steady!"

Bai Chuyi sighed: "Oh, the senior brother sent a letter saying that he came out of Nanyu and went to the snowy area of ​​Cangyuan to find ice dragon tendons to repair the piano... The ice dragon is not easy to find, and the return date is naturally uncertain. You said he How good it is to come back, take me, how much I can help him."

Shen Dong felt that the female disciple of Chixia Peak was eager to see through her eyes, and the person beside her was already exuding an aura of boudoir resentment, and she thought to herself with a smile: Promise.

"21!"

"Clang-clang!"

The iron knife came out of his hand, smashed on the plum blossom pile, and then fell to the ground with a bang.Shuang Jiang swayed back, floated off the plum blossom pile, raised his face and said, "Thank you Fifth Senior Brother."

Long Yin retracted the sword, still expressionless, and said bluntly: "The movement is too slow."

The more he is familiar with the person, the easier it is to be bullied by him. Shuang Jiang has gotten used to it after so long, picked up the knife and smiled, and didn't answer—to avoid being bullied again.

A leaf fell lightly and circled around Shuangjiang, and the voice of Fusang came out: "Little crow, Ming Hongdao is here in Yuncheng, people from all walks of life are gathering in Yuncheng, and Jiuchongshan is also planning to share a piece of the pie." , Sushen Peak has a quota, will you go?"

Shuang Jiang asked blankly, "What are you going to do?"

"Minghong is one of the best knives in the world, you are a knives repairer, why don't you grab it?" Fu Sang wondered.

Frost's Descent who lacked common sense: "..."

What a crime he did to let Ming Hong go away a few months ago!

"I'll go." Shuang Jiang said.

"Okay, then you go to Zhengming Peak to gather." Fusang said, "They are already planning to set off."

"Huh? But I haven't—"

Bai Chuyi pinched a self-made Jingjue, poured water from the Lingquan out of thin air, and drenched Shuangjiang from head to toe.Before Shuang Jiang could finish his sentence, he was suddenly drenched in water, choked on water, and just wiped his face when Bai Chuyi squeezed out another self-made hand, and the hot wind from nowhere roughly dried Shuang Jiang.

"I—" Shuangjiang struggled to utter a word, Bai Chuyi clapped his hands and quickly pasted a talisman on Shuangjiang's back collar: "Okay, I'm done taking a bath, senior brother will give you a ride, don't delay the trip. "

Just as Shuang Jiang felt something was wrong, a flying sword came from the sky with a "swish" and pierced Shuang Jiang's back collar precisely. In the blink of an eye, he was already taken away, turning into a ray of light heading towards Zhengming Peak.

Bai Chuyi doesn't know how to control a sword, but this kid made a directional flying sword, which can be done by engraving a formation on the sword. Unfortunately, the flying experience has never been very good.Hearing a scream that was quickly pulled away, Fusang was silent for a while, and said to Bai Chuyi: "The little crow will definitely beat you when he comes back."

Bai Chuyi showed his white teeth happily: "Didn't you beat me up yet?"

Fusang thought with admiration: What a life that keeps dying.

Shuang Jiang screamed and was driven straight into the ground by Fei Jian, got up dizzy and saw a girl standing in front of her.The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, chewing a piece of grass lazily, she didn't show any sign of Shuang Jiang's appearance, she just raised her eyelids: "From Sushen Peak?"

"Yes." Shuang Jiang got up and patted his clothes, thinking that he must throw his third senior brother down the mountain once when he went back.Thinking of this, he raised his head and was stunned: "Senior Sister?"

He had seen this girl before, the day the mountain market opened.

The girl opened her eyes slightly: "Well, it's you." She was no different from that day, only she carried a long knife on her back. The scabbard of the long knife was pitch black, and the handle was also pitch black. a feeling of.The girl said slowly: "My surname is Zheng, Zheng Yitong, from Zhengming Peak."

"My name is Shuang Jiang."

"Your cultivation base is the second floor of foundation building," Zheng Yitong said in a tone that was almost half-dead, "Going to die?"

Shuang Jiang: "..."

"The level of Minghong Dao is the same as that of Longyin, and Longyin is a martial art's mountain-suppressing sword. What level do you think the person who wants to grab Minghong Dao must be?" You're welcome, "Yuncheng is the junction of Jiuchongshan Mountain and Zhongzhou, and the sphere of influence is chaotic. Apart from Jiuchongshan and Tianwen faction, Kunlun will also come to join in the fun. There are countless casual cultivators who fish in troubled waters. Are you going to make up the number?"

Shuang Jiang felt that what she said was right, and asked in shame: "Senior Sister, are you going alone?"

"No, he left first, he thinks I'm slow." Zheng Yitong said, "I'm not going to grab the knife, I'll just wait for you."

Shuang Jiang was puzzled: "Don't grab the knife?" Then what are you going to do?

Zheng Yitong motioned him to take a look at his long knife: "I have a knife, and it's easy to use. The one that suits you is the best. You don't need to pursue Minghong." She walked up the mountain road and motioned for Shuang Jiang to follow, "I'll help you grab it. .”

Shuang Jiang was right when he thought about it, how could he grab a knife that could hold down a great immortal sect in the chaos without sending out a few more experts?

After thinking this way, Shuang Jiang suddenly wanted to beat the ground, and even wanted to strangle to death that idiot who had let Ming Hong go a few months ago.The same is true of Master, why didn't he stop him at that time?

During the long journey, Shuang Jiang asked Zheng Yitong: "Senior Sister, you said that the Dragon Yin Sword and the Minghong Sword are of the same level, so did Long Yin live for a long time?"

"Dragon Yin Sword has indeed existed in the world for a long time, but Dragon Yin is not. 500 years ago, in order to protect the then Lord Sushen Peak, the Dragon Yin Sword Spirit was crushed by the demon cultivator." Zheng Yitong said, "The dragon you see now Yin, is the sword spirit born 150 years ago."

"What about the original sword spirit?"

"If it breaks, it will break," Zheng Yitong said in a low voice after being silent for a while, "Death is like a lamp going out."

Shuang Jiang suddenly heard a sense of powerlessness in the face of life and death from this sentence.He asked cautiously: "Is there a big difference between the previous Sword Spirit and Senior Brother Longyin?"

"500 years ago, the dragon chanting sword was polluted by evil energy, and has since become a fierce sword. Its power has doubled, but it is completely different from the original pure dragon chanting sword when it hurts people and oneself." Zheng Yitong said, "The previous dragon chanting sword That's not the case, that is the backbone of the last dragon. Although the evil spirit is heavy, the sword spirit born is upright, straightforward, and very proud. If she knows that the Dragon Chanting Sword has become like this now, it will be more uncomfortable than killing her .”

Shuang Jiang asked: "Senior sister is familiar with the original Dragon Yin Sword Spirit?"

"Familiar," Zheng Yitong said, "She is my elder sister."

Shuang Jiang almost bit his tongue: "Daughter, daughter, daughter?!"

"If she's not a woman, don't be stupid," Zheng Yitong smiled suddenly, "Why would she die for Nan Mingzi?"

There is a faint resentment and melancholy in these words, which have been washed countless times by time, but they are still not washed, and a little clue is revealed in the twists and turns of the tone, allowing people to get a glimpse of the love-hate entanglement 500 years ago.

Shuang Jiang was silent, Zheng Yitong had already explained to him: "Nan Mingzi is your ancestor, the original master of Sushen Peak, who passed away 300 years ago."

Shuang Jiang was a little surprised: "The fairy passed away? Why?"

"500 years ago, we fought against the Demon Palace. Although we managed to win the battle, we were also seriously injured. The myth that the nine peaks of Jiuchong Mountain are all imperial is difficult to reproduce. The days after the war were the most difficult." Zheng Yitong said, "He was seriously injured in the war at the time. He should have retreated and recuperated, but he didn't... If he hadn't tried his best to support it, Jiuchongshan might not have survived the long 200 years."

It doesn't take long for a behemoth to fall, and there are always wolves watching.They dare not fight head-on, but are keen to tear a piece of flesh from their own.

Shuang Jiang suddenly sneered silently, and the fire flashed across his eyes.

"Okay, the 500-year secret history is over, and Yuncheng is here," Zheng Yitong adjusted the angle of the sword. She hasn't used the sword for a long time, and she is not used to it. She suddenly accelerates and dives downward, "It may be a little bumpy , hurry up—”

When she turned her head, the person behind her was gone.

"...Where did it go?"

Caught off guard, Shuang Jiang, who was thrown into the air, froze for a moment in the air, then looked at the ground getting closer and closer to him, and burst into tears, thinking: Sure enough, there is no one reliable in this Jiuchong Mountain except his elder brother.

Frost's hair, which fell sharply in mid-air, was swept by the strong wind, and turned into golden red. A pair of illusory wings spread from his shoulder blades, flapped hard, and slid out with him.This beautiful scene didn't last long, the wings suddenly turned into spots of light and disappeared, and the bright colors were also taken away by the spots of light, and the frost of black hair continued to fall - the face hit the ground, wiped away far away.The place where it landed was not a good place, a jungle, and how many branches and leaves were crushed along the way.

The bleeding Shuang Jiang got up dizzy, thinking that the spiritual power of the foundation was too low.

There was a chuckle not far in front of him, and a soft voice asked, "Are you all right?"