One Sword Nine Ya

Chen Weichen raised his head to meet Ye Jiuya's gaze.

"Don't look at me." He covered his face with a fan, "Master Ye Jian should be considerate of sick people."

"What's the name of this fan?" Ye Jiuya suddenly asked.

"Fan?" Chen Weichen was puzzled, "No name."

After a while, he suddenly seemed to remember something very bad, raised his head, showed his eyes, and said hesitantly, "Could it be that you..."

Ye Jiuya said, "Yes."

Chen Weichen turned and looked at the fan, feeling very melancholy.

But after a while, the melancholy dissipated: "Actually, it's not ashamed..."

Ye Jiuya said: "The Jinghuajian and Tushandi are too evil, and the weapons in the treasury have been rusted for a long time, only this fan."

"Time is fate, I am still a son, I can't hold a sword." Chen Weichen thought about it, not only did not feel melancholy, but also a little bit more complacent, "I will not be able to leave my body in the future, let's call it 'Huaiyou'. "

To enter the illusion, there must be something connected with the blood of the original owner as a guide. For example, Chen Weichen entered the illusion of Lu Hongyan's heart demon, borrowing the connection between Kunlun and the owner.

But Lu Hongyan woke up from the illusion, but Chen Weichen didn't come back for a long time - at this time, Ye Jiuya and the master outside will try their best to take him out as well.

Young Master Chen has just entered the Immortal Dao, unlike the people in the Immortal Dao, who have weapons connected with essence and blood, and the situation in Jinxiu Ghost City is relatively bad, and there is no suitable magical weapon for him to recognize his master.

"My family's wealth is not much worse than that of the emperor's relatives. Naturally, we must use the finest silk surface and the best fan bones." These things have some talent. They are often praised for their aura, but I don’t know if it’s true or not—in short, they’re good fans.”

By mistake, the fan closed Xianjia's eyes and drained his blood.If there is a fight in the future, and other people fight fiercely with swords and swords, he will shake his fan beside him to watch the excitement.If it is necessary to fight against others, the fan can be used as a weapon that is neither long nor short - that is extremely elegant.

Mr. Chen was very satisfied with this, he always held his fan, and was ridiculed by the little Taoist surnamed Xie as a mundane thing, so it should be reasonable for him not to leave his hand now.

Ye Jiuya asked him, "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"You know the moves, but you can't endure hardships, so the basic skills are very common." Chen Weichen didn't care, "But if you follow Sword Master Ye, you won't be afraid of losing your life. Don't force me to practice martial arts."

Ye Jiuya looked at the casual smile on the corner of his mouth.

If so, why did his temperament change so much?

If not—

He just said lightly: "It's fine if you don't practice."

Chen Weichen finished his drink, smiled and said, "Let's go?"

The illusion collapsed layer by layer as before, but the world changed again in a trance.

In Mr. Storyteller’s building, the young master and the boy were sitting at the same table, with tea and snacks in front of them. They were chatting with each other endlessly, when the gentleman clapped his gavel in his hand: “Last time we talked about…”

The two stopped at the same time and began to listen.

Chen Weichen: "Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The hustle and bustle of the restaurant went away in an instant, and the scene changed again.

This time it was related to Ye Jiuya, the moonlight reflected the snowflakes and white waves, and someone was coming from the shore.

Chen Weichen's voice was very distressed: "I still haven't gone out."

Ye Jiuya didn't speak.

Had no choice but to struggle to the death: "Master Ye Jian, trust me one more time——"

He closed his eyes, not looking at the sword lord in white on the shore, nor at the rightful lord beside him.

The sound of the waves is getting louder and louder, and the tide of the sea is rushing towards us.

He opened his eyes and saw the sea rushing around, covering the whole world.

Mr. Chen tentatively stretched out his hand to hold Ye Jiuya's wrist, but luckily he was not bounced away by the ruthless sword intent in the fairy tale legend, he was very happy.

"Let's go." After the words fell, he pulled Ye Jiuya forward and plunged into the cold sea water. His whole body seemed to be like a rickety boat, floating and sinking in the ocean.

He calmed down, sank deeper and deeper, and returned to clarity in the silence.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the treasury of the old capital. The walls were pitch black and the copper doors were corroded.

Lu Hongyan stood aside leaning on her sword, and looked up at him, not knowing how much she remembered in the illusion.

Seeing that they were sober, the monk uttered the Buddha's name with kindness and kindness.

Ye Jiuya said: "Thank you Master for protecting the Dharma."

The monk smiled slightly and said nothing else.

"We have to get out as soon as possible," Lu Hongyan said, "The ghosts are all around the door now, and it's because of the master's spell that they didn't come in."

"Wait a minute, I see that Master Ye's sword has no heart, it can suppress the resentment of ghosts, devils, and demons. If we join forces with the poor monk, we may be able to save all the ghosts in the city." The monk looked at Ye Jiuya: "Will Master Ye help me?"

Ye Jiuya nodded: "Okay."

Several people stepped out of the gate of the treasury, the sky was dark red, thousands of ghosts screamed in the dark wind, and the shadows of ghosts in the dark abandoned buildings and pavilions made people's hearts feel stuffy.

The monk asked, "Is there someone guarding the door?"

Ye Jiuya: "There are descendants of this generation of Qingjing."

The monk nodded: "That's good."

He sat on the ground, the Sanskrit sound in his mouth was clear and solemn, and thousands of golden and brilliant Buddha lotuses loomed in the ghostly and gloomy midair.

The Jiuya sword was out of its sheath, and the sword energy shot up into the sky, carrying the meaning of being cold and piercingly cold.

The sword energy became more and more intense, and finally almost condensed into a solid body. It was extremely cold like frost and snow, not piercing, but boundless and silent, like the snow river on the edge of the sky.

There is no compassion of Buddhism, and no mystery of Taoists.

If you savor it carefully, there is even nothing.

It is the way of heaven overlooking all living beings.

The so-called ruthlessness and the so-called forgetfulness of love are all due to being close to the way of heaven.

As the Taoist priest Xie Lang said.

The immortal way lasts for thousands of years, and it is out of the world and untouched by dust. It is nothing more than the saying "Heaven and earth will never be merciless".

The ruthless sword intent stretched across the sky, and all obsessive demons were suppressed by it, and they seemed so insignificant that even the screams of ghosts were frozen by it.

When Xie Lang outside the city gate saw this scene, he definitely wished that his wish would be fulfilled, and he had a glimpse of the secret.

Of these two people, one was to save the souls of the dead, and the other was to set up a sword array, neither of them could share their hearts.At first, Lu Hongyan raised her sword to protect them—later seeing that the strength of the two of them was not only enough, but more than enough, she stopped moving.

Chen Weichen couldn't help, so he just watched the fun under the eaves with his "Huaiyou" brocade fan.

The girl walked up to him, stayed awkwardly for a long time, and finally choked out "Thank you".

Mr. Chen said with a smile: "Miss Lu, I don't thank you—no, I still have to thank you a little bit. If you don't have this Mr., and you rely on yourself, it's really bad luck..."

The girl glared at him: "If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen into the illusion!"

Chen Weichen looked very innocent: "I'm just telling the truth, who would have expected that you wouldn't listen to such a thing."

The girl doesn't talk to him much.

——I didn't ask about the things in the illusion. It seems that I got too deep and couldn't remember the whole story.

He felt that the situation of the two of them was really deserted, so he said: "Aren't you going to comprehend the ruthless way of Ye Jianzhu?"

"I have participated, but I can't participate." The tone of the girl's answer was very blunt.

"Then what is Miss Lu doing?"

"It's common to enter Taoism through martial arts." Lu Hongyan probably saw that he had barely entered the realm of the first layer of heaven, so she didn't keep silent: "It's just that it's more difficult than those Taoist priests who don't want to exercise their muscles and bones, but just want to understand Taoism and refine alchemy. , I have some cultivation."

"Miss Lu is already one of the three monarchs, so it can't be said that she has a little cultivation."

"It's just that I can fight better than the last fourteen lords, but it's also ranked last among the three gentlemen." The girl said, "I haven't seen Mr. Wancheng, so I don't know. I met Mr. Lanshan once in the South China Sea. My level is not as good as mine." I can't beat it either."

"Ye Jiuya has a ruthless swordsmanship. He has never practiced this way before, but it depends on the situation. Sooner or later, he will be able to enter the realm of the third heaven. After so many years of immortality, the third heaven can only—"

The girl's words stopped abruptly, she turned her head away from speaking, and made a sudden movement.

She shouted "Beware!" and rushed forward.

The epee buzzed and came out to block.

A long dark shadow suddenly sprang out from the open window of the nearby house, and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The stellar energy of the sword body is woven into a giant net, which is almost impenetrable.

But the black shadow suddenly elongated, turned in a tricky direction, crossed the huge net, and went straight to Chen Weichen.

Lu Hongyan flew back, one step short of that inhuman thing after all, and the treacherous, thick, filthy and evil spirit had already rushed in front of Chen Weichen.

At the critical moment, she just hurriedly said: "Protect Splendid Ash!"