Luo Yan Hu does not return

Fourteen years have passed since Feng Liyuan went to Sumen Mountain and said goodbye to his father Feng Qinghuan.

I thought I had completely lost my thoughts, but unexpectedly it was my father's old friend who came to rescue me when I was in danger.

The alienated titles of "Feng Zhishui" and "Zhishui Hero" that have always been on the lips, unconsciously changed to asking questions from father to father, and Yuxuanhu casually perfunctory a few words, as if lazy to pay attention, Go faster and faster.

"Sir, wait for me—" Not long after, the jade hanging pot was still in the sky, becoming an invisible white spot, Feng Liyuan shouted again and again, but he couldn't hear a response for a long time.

Fortunately, the two went straight all the way, Feng Liyuan didn't go far, the eye-catching white clothes finally came into view, the jade hanging pot was standing by the road, and a towering stone wall was pulled up hundreds of meters away.

After a while, Feng Liyuan walked up to him, just caught a glimpse of the dark hole at the top of the stone wall, the jade hanging pot stepped on the bump on the stone wall, jumped into the hole a few times, Feng Liyuan hurriedly followed, halfway up the climb, he was already exhausted blow.

After half a stick of incense, Feng Liyuan managed to climb to the entrance of the cave, and when he poked his feet, the tunnel actually led to the ground. His arms were so sore that he couldn't move, and when his fingertips loosened slightly, he slid into the cave with a "slippery" sound. In the dark.

He carefully curled up his body to avoid bumping into any sharp objects, but the wind in his ear was getting louder and louder, and the narrow tunnel suddenly opened up, and he felt that he was floating in the air, and there was no one around him to lean on .

How many times had he hung his guts, walked on the tip of the knife, and boasted that he was fearless, but at this moment, he finally understood that from life to death, a person is nothing more than a word of "compromise".

After more than ten years of wandering, it was the first time he felt so completely powerless: "Could it be... that I will die like this—"

With a loud shout, he stuck here abruptly, "Continue!"

Relying on a small sound of breaking through the air, Feng Liyuan pulled the rope thrown by the jade hanging pot in time.

"Phew, it really is fate..."

The jade hanging pot moved quickly, and Feng Liyuan was dragged back to the ground in just two sighs.

"I was saved by my husband again. It seems that Feng has to cherish this worthless life, and he will be able to repay it in the future—"

"Just remember to cherish your life, other things... this old man is self-sufficient, I don't need you—" In the narrow tunnel, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and before Yu Xuanhu could finish his sentence, Feng Liyuan threw him to the ground.

The sound of the wind gradually slowed down, the two heard each other's breathing, they didn't know who started it first, the sound of the heartbeat surging in the cave was incessant in an instant.

"...The junior is rude again, sir, please don't blame me." Feng Liyuan turned around and jumped to the side, trying to reach out to pick up the jade hanging pot lying on the ground, but he was dazed for a moment, and only a piece of clothes was left in his hand.

"Sir, this...is too elusive, just leave as soon as you say, if you lose me again, where can I find it?" Thinking of this, Feng Liyuan made a quick decision and drank while walking, " Sir—, sir—”

After walking a few steps, the sound of clanging and fighting came from the cave, Feng Liyuan thought to himself: "Could it be... someone broke in before me and my husband?"

It turns out that there is another cave in the deep valley outside the cave, with the murmur of the water, and a lush apricot forest, but it's a pity that there are four cold iron armors, which really spoil the scenery.

Yuxuanhu was empty-handed, obviously stretched left and right, Feng Liyuan immediately crossed his sword and jumped in front of Yuxuanhu, "Sir, rest, let this junior deal with these—"

The jade hanging pot seemed to have run out of strength, and suddenly fell to the ground.

The monster in front of him was made of copper and iron, and Feng Liyuan chopped it back and forth several times, leaving only three inconspicuous scratches.

"Sir, what is the origin of the ghost, it is more powerful than my eighteen brothers combined—"

With a bang, Feng Liyuan finally cut to the knee of an iron armor, pulled out an iron lump, and flew past the corner of the jade hanging pot's eyes, but the jade hanging pot didn't turn its eyes away and remained motionless.

After finally destroying one, Feng Liyuan's strength relaxed a lot, he didn't pay attention to the iron claws growing out behind him, it was about to scratch his neck.

"Be careful!" Yuxuanhu inserted into the formation in time, and slapped the iron claw with his bare hand. Feng Liyuan was terrified and concentrated, and finally aimed at the heart of the iron armor on the right, flying with a sword, breaking the two of them. danger.

Four to two, Feng Liyuan finally managed to do a job with ease, but in three to five rounds, more than a dozen important joints were removed, and the two armors were scattered on the ground, and he could no longer rampage like before.

Yuxuanhu approached slowly, put one hand on Feng Liyuan's shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice: "The 'Four Fierce Armors' are still forty, we have to leave this place quickly."

When Feng Liyuan heard the words, he didn't dare to be negligent, he quickly picked up the jade hanging pot, and ran into Xinglin with a few strides.

After a while, Xinglin was getting far away, Feng Liyuan slowed down his pace slightly, and asked softly: "Sir, do we still have to go forward?"

"Boy, you... have passed..." The jade hanging pot breathed weakly, slowly raised its arms, and pointed to a spring behind it, surrounded by six stone tablets, hidden behind a few weeds.

When the two approached the spring, Yuxuanhu patted Feng Liyuan on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Put me down."

The jade hanging pot walked around the stele on the ground, and finally stopped in front of the stele facing the sun, hugged the stele tightly, and seemed to have tried its best, but the stele still didn't move a single bit.

Feng Liyuan was stunned to the side, and hurriedly asked: "Sir, do you want to move this stone tablet?"

The jade hanging pot slightly leaned against the stone tablet, gasped for a few moments, and murmured to itself: "Xunli six-phase formation... Xun Zhe, the wind also—" will pause here, and the jade hanging pot suddenly increases the volume: "Come here and help, remember not to use brute force, six is ​​negative, turn left along the gap..."

Feng Liyuan listened to Yuxuanhu's instructions, and carefully moved the stone tablet. After he turned it a few centimeters and then moved it a few inches, the stone plate under the tablet seat finally turned spontaneously, pulling the underground mechanism to open the secret door.

"Sir, are we going to go straight down now?"

Yuxuanhu said: "It's been a long time since no one went in, and the walls and roof are probably not very secure. Remember to be careful later, and if something happens that you can't deal with, you must call me loudly."

After saying that, the jade hanging pot was put on the plate, meditating, Feng Liyuan called a few times, but there was no response, and he muttered to himself: "Father seems to have mentioned it before... the year he realized the realm of still water, it was Sumen Mister led him to a strange place where..."

Feng Liyuan had just stepped on the stone steps with his front foot, but his back foot stopped suddenly, and he thought repeatedly in his heart: "Is it the senior who asked me to go in, or Mr. Sumen? If it's just the senior...and my father, they don't know what to do. Knowing my impulsive actions back then, how dare you covet Mr. Sumen's things casually?"

After thinking about it, Feng Liyuan felt more and more inappropriate, and hesitated even more, not noticing a strong force coming from behind him, and he rolled and climbed down the stone steps.

The sky light in the tunnel is getting weaker and weaker, and the secret door at the entrance is gradually closing.

Looking at the half-finger-wide gap, Yuxuanhu murmured to himself: "Brother, don't blame me for being cruel. If you survive the current catastrophe, you will have a brighter future, and you don't need anyone to worry about it for you..."

On this side, Feng Liyuan managed to straighten his body, and his feet were empty again, but fortunately, he only staggered, his body wobbled and stood firm, and several green lights lit up in front of him.

The lampshade of the blue lantern turned very fast, it looked like the candle lanterns in ancient books, but carved on it were a few villains dancing with spears and wielding sticks.

Some villains fought alone, some attacked in groups, with various weapons, and they were all fighting swordsmen of the same stature. Feng Liyuan was excited and couldn't help sighing: "Compared with the dry sword manual, this thing really looks much better gone."

After passing through five or six blue lanterns, the swordsmen used Yuenv Sword, Qingping Sword and other widely spread sword techniques. It wasn't until the eighth lantern that they finally showed a bit of Shenyuan sword technique.

The corridor of blue lanterns can't be seen at a glance, Feng Liyuan circled one after another, all the moves that he knew so well before,

Going in and out of the battlefield, traveling in the rivers and lakes, Feng Liyuan has followed his father's ears and eyes since he was a child. He took a sword for the first time when he was five years old, and he is already decent and magnificent.

The five years on Sumen Mountain, although few people paid attention to it, they had devoted themselves to pondering the sword manual for several years. After that, Sima Ying had been under his command for several years, and obtained the ancient instructions of the same family. As early as a thought.

Although it was extremely vivid, to Feng Liyuan, it was nothing more than mediocre useless work, which made him a little restless and unbearable.

"Mr. Sumen came out of the world in seclusion, where did he get the money to spend on these expensive things? Could it be that Senior Xuanhu... Senior Xuanhu has spent so much trouble, if you really want to calculate, you should also calculate those foolish and rich dandies who can get away from it." What can a poor ghost get from..."

Walking to the end of the corridor, Feng Liyuan's eyes dimmed, he was dazed, and accidentally stepped on a raised stone slab, and the stone bricks on both sides fell down, suddenly, thousands of wooden figures sprang out all around, Qi Qi flocked to where Feng Liyuan was.

These wooden figurines lacked arms and legs, and looked vulnerable at first glance, Feng Liyuan didn't draw his sword immediately.

What is amazing is that although the wooden man can't fly into the air, he has a clear division of labor and is well-organized. He feints from the front and sneaks from the flanks. Those without arms and legs are the most powerful. The huge torso is rampant, and Feng Liyuan collapses to the ground after a few squeezes. The wooden man stopped immediately and stopped chasing and intercepting him.

Feng Liyuan got up, and nervously took a step forward, the wooden figure rotated rapidly, and surrounded the room tightly again, Feng Liyuan retracted to the original place, and the wooden figure stopped still again.

"It seems that as long as you step on this stone brick, the wood will not move, ha-hmm, I don't know what time it is now, I'm afraid the sir is waiting impatiently, and we must make a quick decision..."