I heard you've been trying to fight me

Walking out of the layers of mountains and forests, the spacious post road is in front of you.

He Zhi turned around and said, "No need to send it off, I know how to get there."

The grass was luxuriant on the slope, and Yan Yang stood under the arbor, with a troubled expression on his face: "That's really just a legend, if it weren't for the fact that the fruit and even the dead body were not found, there was really no other way, then I wouldn't have thought of it at all. this."

Just after noon, the sun in the sky was scorching hot, and the green grass on the roadside was listless.He Zhi looked into the distance without answering, his eyes were firm and distant.

Seeing him like this, Yan Yang shook his head helplessly: "It seems that I can't stop you, but even if you must go to the core of the Four Gods, at least you should stay with me for a while!"

He asked with a smile: "And I don't know who this is that you are carrying? Do you need help? Kanshan has nothing else. There are many so-called panaceas."

He Zhi's limp body was held in He Zhi's arms, and his face was cut beyond recognition by various wounds. If it weren't for his chest rising and falling faintly, no one would think that he was still a living person.

"The one I met on the road, I probably know who it is, but I just hang my breath. It's almost time to send him home, so it's a waste of medicine."

Yan Yang laughed: "You are still so kind."

He Zhi shook his head, hugged the man and climbed onto the horse's back, grabbed the reins and nodded towards Yan Yang: "Let's go."

Yan Yang squinted at the man who rode Juechen, and didn't move for a long time.There were rustlings in the woods behind him, and several guards stood quietly behind him.A moment later, a plain-clothed woman with a stiff face came over.

"Why let him go?"

The cyan robe on Yan Yang's body suddenly changed, and the rich black was smudged from the tip of the tail until a dense black pattern appeared at the corner of the eyes.

He closed his eyes: "Are you sure he died in front of you?"

The woman's face twitched strangely: "It exploded into blood foam."

A white long sword appeared in Yanyang's palm, and he stared at it with some confusion: "Is he really your master? Resurrected from the dead?"

No one answered, only the rustling of the woods being blown by the wind.Yan Yang shook his palm, and said to himself: "If it is, then what is his relationship with the four beasts... Heh, no matter what the relationship is... Has anyone followed?"

The guard behind knelt down on one knee and replied respectfully: "Followed."

Yan Yang dragged his long tail and swam back slowly: "Okay, his spiritual power is exhausted now, and he is no different from a mortal. Let those few pay back every detail, I am very curious about him, I hope you don't let me down ..."

At the same time, He Zhi, who was galloping on the horse, felt a little anxious.From the moment he saw Yan Yang, the soul body that was suspected to be Guo Guo who had always been by his side disappeared.

If the moment when I saw Yan Yang was a pleasant surprise, everything after that was a shock.

He glanced back calmly, and the street trees on both sides were far away.But he knew that in the invisible place, someone had been following him since he parted from Yan Yang.

Gritting his teeth, he fixed Guo Guo's body, the sound of horseshoes frightened the birds in the trees, a few fallen leaves fell to the ground, and a yellow talisman was inconspicuously mixed in.

In summer, the climate is changeable, and there is a muffled thunder in the sky.

He Zhi raised his eyes to look at the clouds, his face was a little ugly.After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and continued on his way.Haven't gone far, can't stop now.

The wind gradually picked up, and the leaves swayed slightly at first, and then became more and more obvious and stronger.

In less than half a moment, there was a strong wind all around, thick lightning split in the sky, and thunder rumbled.

Although he was riding in the direction of the wind, the strong wind still pushed He Zhi almost parallel to the saddle.

The bundled hair crown was blown away in a short while, and the jet-black hair spread its claws and claws in the air, covering He Zhi's eyes from time to time.

Dark clouds loom over the landscape, like ink being splashed on the top of the head.He Zhi's thoughts wavered a little, should such a powerful thunderstorm be avoided, or what if he was struck?

He parted his hair and looked forward. In front of him was the unobstructed grassland, and he could only see the still majestic Hanging Sword Mountain.

Just when he was about to turn his horse's head and return to the last passing house, the surrounding wind suddenly disappeared!

The pressure on He Zhi's back lightened, and his messy hair fell from his head.The horse's hooves kept trampling across the grass, and its long mane remained motionless.

He Zhi's tense face relaxed, and he tilted his head jokingly: "Why, you dare to come out?"

The cold breath was close to his neck and wrapped around his waist.

"Run away when you see Yanyang, are you really a fruit?"

He Zhi's earlobe froze fiercely: "Okay, okay, I don't care about it for the sake of you protecting me from the wind. Wait until..."

Within a foot of the horse's body, the wind and the sea were calm, but outside, there were bean-sized raindrops dancing wildly with the strong wind, smashing the wild flowers in the grass.

After a while, countless puddles gathered on the ground, and the water droplets and petals splashed by the horse's hoof were all blocked under the pedals.

A smile flashed in He Zhi's eyes, he changed the posture of the body in his arms, and after drinking, he speeded up again.

Hanging Sword Mountain is just around the corner.

Not so long ago, maybe a long time ago.He Zhi heard someone say that there is no way to go up the Hanging Sword Mountain, after asking Jianxin, he asked sincerity.

The towering mountain is tall and majestic, and there are two words on the facing cliff: hanging sword.After walking in, I realized that those two words were not engraved, but were gathered together with countless swords and were abruptly photographed into the mountain.

You know, Hanging Sword Mountain is no ordinary stone mountain.When the founder of Jianmen visited this place, he was surprised to find that this mountain turned out to be a large piece of excellent gold and stone!

There are ten ways in the world, and all the gold and stones discovered together are only a few pieces.But here is a mountain.

There is no doubt about the hardness of gold and stone. Those flying swords can be photographed into the mountains without breaking, which can only show that they are all made of gold and stone.In the whole world, only Jianmen can do this.

Every Jianmen disciple will be led by the teacher to cultivate the natal spirit sword after entering the gate.And the swords that make up the word "hanging sword" here are all leftover swords.At Jianmen, the sword is dead and the man is dead, and the sword is there when the man dies.

The closer the horse got to Xuanjian Mountain, the slower it was, and finally it simply stopped moving forward. It kept snorting and circled anxiously on the spot.

He Xiama stroked its head soothingly, patted it back after feeding it a piece of candy: "Let's go!"

The sword energy here is too strong, and this horse can be regarded as upright, at least it persisted until the foot of the mountain.Taking a deep breath, He Zhi resigned himself to climbing the mountain with sword energy.

Thousands of people will have thousands of roads to Xuanjian Mountain.The sword energy of Xuanjian Mountain is also direct to the heart, no matter what it is, it can't cover it, not the artifact, nor the angry soul next to him.

Because, it is to ask the heart.

For thousands of years, Jianmen has been the most eager place for all passionate people to join, and Xuanjian Mountain has been regarded as a holy place.

The reason is that people who go up the mountain will be asked about their hearts every time. Those who are not determined just think that they are going up the mountain, but they will be sent to the foot of the mountain in the end.

He Zhi walked up a certain distance, and he probably understood why the horse could persist until the foot of the mountain.

The origin of the Sword Qi of Xuanjian Mountain is not a secret, it is emitted by the resonance of the enshrined ten famous swords.

He Zhi walked up the mountain easily and recklessly.The current sword energy is so weak that it is outrageous. If it was the sun before, it is now a firefly.

According to Xie Liu, Xuanjian Mountain has never been fortified, because no one would be stupid enough to make trouble under the sword energy.

And when He Zhi walked up from the foot of the mountain, he saw several thatched huts in just a few hundred meters.

A few futons were thrown crookedly inside. Judging from the sword intent felt, the people inside didn't leave for long.

Silently counting the huts that passed by, He Zhi stopped.He looked at the figure not far away, and after thinking about it, he put a breath-holding talisman and leaned against the wall.

On the bare Xuanjian Mountain, there is only Jianmu, which is ten meters high, with jagged leaves and sparse branches.

In this case, the simple thatched hut under the sword tree is very obvious, and the little boy in the moon white jacket sitting cross-legged inside is even more obvious.

The black-clothed boy who hurried down from the mountain had already passed by, but turned back after seeing the people in the shed.

He pinched his waist and taunted with an ugly male duck voice: "Hmph! Xiang Zuo, so what if you worshiped as the main sect? So what if you became the disciple of the sword master? Now that I can run, you just wait to die!"

The young boy who was meditating opened his eyes, quietly looking at the person standing against the light, his round almond eyes were clean and clear.

The black-clothed boy felt a little guilty, but then straightened his waist again: "But if you are willing to call me brother, then I will take you away!"

The young boy pursed his lips and smiled, and said in a thin voice: "The people of Xianzong will not allow you to take the disciples of Jianmen down the mountain."

The black-clothed boy waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, you can wear my clothes and go first, and then I will wear yours and turn around and say I'm wearing it wrong."

The thatched hut is very spacious, and the four corners are propped up randomly by the branches of sword wood.The little boy sat alone on the brown stone, raised his head and smiled obediently: "Then you go first, and I will tell you that the clothes were taken away by you when I turned around."

The black-clothed boy scratched his head, hesitated and said, "That's fine, then I'll be a little flustered on purpose when I leave."

As he said that, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled out his hands vigorously in his bosom, and triumphantly raised a large piece of gold and stone: "Don't you want to make a spirit sword? Just call me brother, and I'll give it to you .”

The young boy blinked, and his eyes shifted from the golden stone that can be seen everywhere on the mountain to the eyes of the person in front of him.

Just when the black-clothed boy was disappointed again, he suddenly said, "Are you going up the mountain at this time just to let me call you brother?"

The black-clothed boy's face turned red, and he was about to turn into anger from embarrassment.

"Brother." The little boy said lightly and softly.

It is said that the sword tree will not fall for a thousand years when it is born, it will not die for a thousand years when it falls, and it will not dry for a thousand years after it dies.The young boy sat in the hut and watched the overjoyed figure gradually go away, shaking his head and whispering: "Sure enough, you are stupid, others can tell what skills you have cultivated at a glance."