Embrace the blade

Holding the dagger instead, Jiang Li carved three marks on the tree.

This is where the entrance to the maze is located. Jiuyuan Mountain is inherently dangerous, and there are Prajna disciples patrolling it. He is not sure whether he can retreat completely, but he has marked it, so it will be more or less convenient to leave.

The broken arrow with jagged edges on both sides was like a thorn in his heart, and like a ray of light in the mist, it led him away from the Dongting and came straight to the Prajna Sect.There has just been a drizzle here, the sky is gray, the grass mud is wet, the wind is also slightly cool, and the pavilions on the top of the mountain can be seen faintly.Jiang Li wore an iron sword, and squatted down to fix the dagger on the side of his calf with a leather rope. It was a bit inconvenient to tie the knot, he paused, and couldn't help rubbing his fingertips.

The burn on the fingertips was not too serious, and it was already showing signs of healing, but it was painful and itchy, and it became more and more tormenting, as if it was a constant reminder.

Jiang Li lowered his eyes, remembering something, and suddenly said softly, "I can't forget it."

After finishing this endless sentence, he stood up and walked towards the top of the mountain.For Jiang Li, avoiding patrols without leaving footprints is not difficult.The night came with him, and the Prajna Sect lit up the lamps one by one. There were many halls and pavilions, and the candles were blazing brightly, but there was no warmth. Instead, it was as eerie and eerie as the Senluo Temple. In front of the teaching stood three scarlet wooden arches. There is also a man nailed to the top of the arch.

Iron nails as thick as forearms pierced through his ribs and firmly fixed him on the arch. The man was obviously still alive, his chest was slightly heaving, and his whole body was drenched by the rain. It is unknown how long he had been tortured.When he approached, he could smell a strong smell of blood, and Jiang Li realized that the man was not only soaked by the rain, but his blood soaked through his clothes, slowly flowing along the engraved prajna lotus pattern, soaking the arch.

Xu Shi was aware of the movement, the man suddenly half-opened his eyes, and looked straight at him. Jiang Li put one hand on the sword, stared at him vigilantly and opened his mouth, but there was a mournful crow.Jiang Li was startled, and saw a few crows flying on the man.The birds inhabiting the Devil's Cult were also extremely ferocious, not afraid of people at all, even though the men struggled feebly, they started pecking at him one after another, the pieces of meat fell off, the man was in great pain, but he was too dumb to make a sound.

It was eerily quiet.

Jiang Li slowly walked through the three vermilion arches, and walked quietly through the hall, his figure almost blending into the shadows under the eaves.The huge Prajna Cult was as silent as a dead place, and the black-clothed congregants patrolling and guarding were also like ghosts. He didn't hear some noises until he was under the window of a house. He looked through the window, and the two people in the house were unexpectedly strangeness.

It seemed to be a study room, the guardian Yi Buzhi on the right was sitting on a chair, and He Lan, who had just escaped from Biezhuang, was sitting on him, her skirt was lifted up by Ling Luan, revealing her jade white slender legs.He buried his head in He Lan's neck, and kept rubbing and stroking her legs with his hands. He Lan leaned on his back, panting softly, and suddenly said: "Ning Yu said... You let him take someone to pick me up."

"I didn't tell you that." Yi Buzhi paused, "Did Ning Yu tell you that?"

"Yeah." He Lan smiled softly, "I knew that hypocrite lied to me."

Yi Buzhi didn't pay any attention, and went up to the rope with his hands, tore off her skirt, and lowered his head.He Lan gasped in shock, grabbed his hair, and said in a trembling voice, "If I can't come back, who are you going to go to tonight?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"I just want to know." She insisted.

Yi Buzhi let go of his hand suddenly, and leaned back on the back of the chair, impatiently: "He Lan, recognize your own identity, don't always be so boring."

Seeing that he lost his interest, He Lan stopped talking, started to tear his robe, leaned forward and kissed his chin flatteringly.

Jiang Li couldn't stand it any longer, and the two of them didn't seem to say anything more, but just as he was about to turn his head and leave, He Lan completely ripped off Yi Buzhi's collar.The man's chest was wide open, and there was a group of crimson double flower scars tattooed under the collarbone on the right side, which was extremely strange.

Jiang Li's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt his blood all over his body become cold.

"Someone!" Yi Buzhi suddenly pushed He Lan away, grabbed the inkstone on the desk and threw it towards the window.The window and the stone inkstone shattered under a sword light at the same time, and the fierce and fierce sword energy roared towards him. Yi Buzhi stood up, and the inner force was condensed in the palm of his hand and shot out loudly, like a raging sea tide. There was a strong wind in the house.

He Lan leaned against the wall and asked, "Who dares to break into the Prajna Sect at night?!"

The wind died down.The boy raised his sword and stared at Ibuzhi without blinking: "I'll kill you."

Yi Buzhi looked at him thoughtfully, his sleeves puffed up slightly, and he bent his fingers and clawed towards Jiang Li's gate of life.Jiang Li's horizontal sword clashed. Unexpectedly, not only his internal strength was strong, but his hands were even more like cast iron.

Yi Buzhi couldn't get a single blow, and Yi Buzhi immediately turned his claws into palms, overwhelming the ground with murderous aura, and the wind of his palms made his chest feel tight, but Jiang Li didn't dodge or dodge, the sword light suddenly surged, like a mighty river rushing against him The upper hand tore the wind.Yi Buzhi hurriedly withdrew his hands and retreated, Jiang Li pressed on, his sword edge flickered coldly, drawing a deadly arc.

Yi Buzhi's palm technique changed, and he resolved the danger of the sword. Both sides moved extremely fast, and the strong wind brought up made the candle flame wobble.All of a sudden, Yi Buzhi grabbed the blade of the sword with his bare hands, leaned forward and grabbed Jiang Li's chin, looked carefully at it by the candlelight, and finally realized: "It's you. You're not dead?"

Jiang Li violently broke away from his hand, wanting to cut off the hand holding the sword with a sword, but Yi Buzhi clenched the sword even tighter, ignoring the bloodshot palm, and even showing his hand. Come on with a smile: "Do you want to meet your father?"

Jiang Li raised his eyes suddenly, Yi Buzhi met his gaze, and praised in a tone of praise: "Look at the eyes that hate you to the bone, it's so beautiful. But, you're so whimsical that you can kill me with this junk?" He exerted force on his hand and made a click , The iron sword was broken abruptly.

Fortunately, Jiang Li was well prepared, he threw the broken sword in his hand like a dart without hesitation, brushed his hand across his calf, and drew out the dagger.He was as fast as lightning, Yi Buzhi had just blocked the broken sword, and the cold light of the dagger was close to his brows, when there was no time to send, Yi Buzhi's vertical palm was the knife attacking his wrist, a powerful force poured out, and the strength hit him head-on , Jiang Li was a little inferior after all, the dagger slanted to draw a blood arc, only cut through Yi Buzhi's brow, and the blood sprayed.

Yi Buzhi's palm technique suddenly changed, instead of being tough, it was as gentle as stirring spring water. Jiang Li's strength was completely dispelled, and he was about to pull back immediately, but he was surprised that the spring water had quietly turned into a whirlpool , it is difficult to get out of it.

It was only a moment's delay, but Yi Buzhi seized the opportunity. He stopped entanglement and bumped into Jiang Li's chest unexpectedly with his knee raised.Jiang Li fell out uncontrollably and slammed into the desk hard, causing the incense burner next to the desk to fall to the ground, and the sweet and greasy aroma poured all over him without hesitation.He felt his heart throbbing, and then his eyes blurred, as if he had been hit on the head by sleepiness, his whole body became drowsy, and his vision gradually became hazy. Jiang Li wanted to hold on to the desk to stand firm, but he heard a clanging sound, it was a dagger It fell out of hand.

The censer was lit with poisonous incense, and Prajna taught people to burn baths day and night, and it had long been unaffected by it. He was still thinking slowly, and vaguely saw Ibuzhi picking up the dagger and walking forward.

The next moment, the severe pain tore back his sanity, Jiang Li trembled from the pain, his temples were drenched in cold sweat instantly, he looked sideways with difficulty, it was the dagger that pierced through his right hand and nailed him to the desk, blood spread out.

"I just lost my personal Gu, but you brought it yourself." Yi Buzhi pinched his chin and looked him up and down like a judge, "But... you seem to be different from the last time I saw you. gone?"

Jiang Li glared at him fiercely.

Yi Buzhi was in a good mood, let go of his hand and ignored him, and said to He Lan: "Let the bloodletting first, and when he becomes more honest, take him to the Gu room."

At this time, there were numerous footsteps outside the house, and they called out to the right guardian tentatively, and it was the movement here that finally attracted the patrolling guards.

Seeing Yi Buzhi turn around and walk towards the door, Jiang Li took a deep breath, and with some force, he pulled out the dagger with his left hand and turned out through the broken window.

He Lan hurriedly followed, but in the blink of an eye, there were only a few bloodstains left on the ground, and no one was seen anymore.She turned her head and saw Yi Buzhi standing behind the window, rubbing the blood on his brow, and said in a deep voice: "Go ask Yin Huaishu to lead someone to search the mountain, and he must not let him escape."

The overgrown weeds could somewhat cover up the bloodstains, Jiang Li was aimless, he only knew to go all the way to a remote place, and finally turned into a small courtyard. There was no light in the courtyard, it was dark, it seemed to be deserted and uninhabited.He rested weakly against the courtyard wall, and inserted the dagger back into his leg.The right hand was covered with greasy blood, and it was still trembling and convulsing, and even the whole arm was numb and stiff, as if the arm no longer belonged to him, only the pain was clearly palpable.Although the pain was severe, Jiang Li was fortunate to be able to keep himself awake, but without the power to protect himself, it would be even more difficult to escape from the Prajna Sect.

The sound of searching was sent by the wind, and it would not be safe to come here for a long time. Jiang Li's thoughts turned sharply, and a soft female voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"...Jiang Li?"

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a young girl standing under the corridor not far away, the moonlight was shining, she closed her eyes, and turned her head to this side: "Is that you, Jiang Li?"