Sword cuts mountains and rivers

It was a time of waking up, the sky was overcast and rainy, and the rain was slightly cool, which wet the solemn face of half of the altar.

"It's raining non-stop, and it's very easy to breed ghosts in the yin forest. If we can't get out today, it will probably be more or less ominous."

Several monks were sighing, "It's only a few steps away from Jiannan Villa, if we break here, it will really fall short."

They are all monks who went to Jiannan Villa to seek Taoism, and they came from all over the world.This is the only way to go to Jiannan Villa, and it is also a necessary Yin Lin.

These monks were young or old, most of them were teenagers. They were trapped in the cave, looking at the faint black fog in the rain, all of them had gloomy faces.

"Xiaoye, how's your injury?"

The monks in front were discussing in a low voice, and some of them heard the movement, and all looked towards the corner.Several people have different expressions, even if they have been together for several days, there is still a flash of surprise in their eyes when they see this face again.

The roof of the cave was ticking, and the water dripped down the corners of the walls.The young man leaning in the corner was thin, wearing a slightly loose monk's Taoist robe. The exposed wrist was extremely thin, with slightly protruding joints, and blue blood vessels were faintly visible.

The black hair was simply tied with silver and white silk, and part of the black hair was scattered, covering the cinnabar mole at the end of the boy's eyes.The young man's appearance was extremely bright, his eyelashes were like fans, his eyes were as clear as rivers and his lips were covered with fat, but he just smiled, and the softness in his eyes diluted the brightness a little, leaving only a piece of clarity.

Ye Wanqing touched her wrist, it was tied with a cloth strip, and it was not like the crimson permeation in the past few days.

He was originally closing his eyes to rest his mind, but at this moment he realized that he was asking him, with his thin white fingertips still covering his wrists, he smiled at the person beside him.

"I'm fine, the wound on my body is much better."

There were a lot of people in their group, and there were eight people in total. A few days ago, they were trapped together in distress on the commercial road. After asking later, they found out that they were all going to Jiannan Villa, so they stopped by along the way.

Ye Wanqing's injury was caused by saving someone in an emergency last time. Fortunately, the injury was not deep, and the general on the road has almost healed in the past few days.

"As long as it's okay, you should pay attention, and the wound should not touch the rain."

The young man who was talking to Ye Wanqing was Meng Yi, who was a few years older than him, and took good care of him on the way, so Ye Wanqing called him Brother Meng.

Meng Yi is talkative and can't keep his mouth shut. Along the way, Ye Wanqing not only knew how many brothers and sisters he had where he lived, but also how much private money his father had after studying for a few years. How many times does my mother beat me?

After asking about his situation here, after confirming that he was fine, he turned his head and whispered to other monks.

"You said that we are in Jiannan Villa, is it possible to meet that little sword god..."

"You're talking about Xiao Junlan, the adoptive son of the Xiao family? He is now in the limelight in Kyushu, and I heard that he will go to the Four Great Immortal Gates soon."

"His aptitude is also one of the best in the immortal sect. He can gather spirits in the sword and transform sword energy into invisible... It is rumored that he killed Yan Luo ghost with a single sword in the ghost city. "

"It's not only good aptitude, but it's also said that the appearance is also extremely outstanding. Zhilanyushu, fairy appearance... Bizhu needs to be dimmed to see it."

Bizhu is a unique and unique jade in Kyushu.

Ye Wanqing glanced slightly sideways. He had heard the name of the son of the Xiao family countless times on the way.They haven't had a sword god in Kyushu for many years, and they haven't written off their horoscope yet, and they are blowing hype.

He closed his eyes, paying attention to the movement around him.After these people finished discussing, the rain outside was getting heavier, and it was already impossible to go out of the Yin Forest today. The two of them kept watch at night and set up an enchantment outside the cave.

Firewood was lit in the cave, there was only a small pile of firewood, and the fire was faintly visible. Ye Wanqing was in a group with Meng Yi, and Meng Yi chatted with him.

"Xiaoye, do you think this cave is weird? I've been meaning to say it for a long time..." Meng Yi glanced at the Buddhist altar in the corner and moved closer to the firelight.

The cave was originally supposed to be a historic site, and there were murals carved on the walls, but now they can't be seen clearly, obscured by moss and water vapor.

Ye Wanqing glanced along, and comforted: "We have set up a barrier, so dirty things can't get in."

"That's right." Meng Yi withdrew his gaze from looking around, didn't stay for a while, covered his stomach with a displeased face, and said to Ye Wanqing, "Xiaoye, it's convenient for me to go inside, and I'll be back in a while."

As he said that, Meng Yi was a little embarrassed, "You..."

Ye Wanqing saw that Meng Yi was afraid, so he stood up from where he was, meaning to be with Meng Yi.

The moment he got up, he seemed to see a black shadow flashing past the wall, and when he looked carefully, the water vapor seemed to gather into a woman's figure, as if it was his illusion.

"Xiaoye?" Meng Yi's voice was a little forbearing.

Ye Wanqing came back to his senses, the moment he turned around and stepped out, the pile of firewood on the ground went out.

The eyes fell into darkness, and the surroundings became quiet, only the sound of falling rain was left in the air, tick-tock, the warm firelight faded, and dense coldness flooded up like a tide.

Ye Wanqing's intuition was not very good, he called out "Brother Meng", but no one answered, the damp water vapor penetrated through the barrier, and the cold permeated the skin.

He seemed to hear the woman's laughter in his ears, the laughter seemed to be right next to his ears, but also seemed to be far away.The sword in his hand was about to be unsheathed, and at the moment when the sword was about to be unsheathed, there was a dull sound of stones colliding in his ears.

A faint light glows in the dark.

"I'm going to have a look at the enchantment. This cave is weird. Xiaoye, wake them up and let them light the torch they are carrying."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing turned back and woke up several monks one by one.After waking up, he planned to go back to Meng Yi to have a look, but before he could go there, he came back by himself.

In the middle of the night, when none of them slept, Ye Wanqing pasted a ghost charm on the wall, and the woman's laughter disappeared, and the night was safe and sound.Several people were cautious, and they didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

Even Meng Yi, who was always talkative, didn't say much. When Ye Wanqing opened his eyes early in the morning, he still asked a question.

"Brother Meng, did you see or hear anything last night?"

Ye Wanqing's eyes fell on Meng Yi. I don't know if it was an illusion. After seeing him overnight, Meng Yi's stature became a little taller, his face was still the same, and his temperament seemed to be slightly different.

He had gotten acquainted with Meng Yi in the past few days, looked at him quietly, kept these questions in his heart, and kept his face calm.

Hearing this, Meng Yi glanced sideways slightly, his eyes darker and deeper than usual, touching the edge of the scabbard with rough fingertips, shaking his head slightly.

"It's a good thing that you didn't see it." Ye Wanqing tightened her sleeves. All he carried was a rusty iron sword. At this time, the fingertips on the side of his sleeve were holding the long sword tightly, with a little concern on his face.

"Brother Meng, how is the injury on your left hand?" Ye Wanqing usually doesn't talk much, and he will reply politely when others talk to him, but today he seldom asks so many questions.

Meng Yi shook his head again, meaning there was no serious problem, and he said in a neutral tone, "Let me have a look."

Meng Yi just paused for a moment in the silent confrontation between the two, and stretched out his wrist.

Meng Yi usually told him everything, even told him about the scar left by a sharp ax on his wrist when he was three years old.At this time, the opponent's wrist was clean, with no obvious scars.

The answer in his heart was self-evident, Ye Wanqing's body tensed in place, and he met "Meng Yi"'s eyes.Those are a pair of very beautiful eyes, the eyelashes are like feathers, the bottom of the eyes is as deep as a layer of sea fog, and it is as deep as a secluded well.

He wanted to say something else, but his voice seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't speak. No one around the monks noticed him.A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and his fingertips held the scabbard with blue veins slightly stretched.

This Meng Yi was a counterfeit, and he mixed in with them without knowing his purpose... When he got in, it was obviously last night, they didn't even notice, and they didn't know where the real Meng Yi was now.

"Meng Yi" didn't speak a word, he was aware of the opponent's cultivation for a moment in a trance, but his breath was exposed a little, and his figure couldn't stand upright.

Ye Wanqing gritted her teeth faintly, the other party seemed to have sensed something was wrong and loosened the restraint on him a little, and he clenched the long sword tightly at that moment.

"You are not Brother Meng... who are you?"

At the moment when the long sword was pointed at the people around him, strength came from Ye Wanqing's wrist. The wound on his wrist was not healed, "Meng Yi" looked sideways slightly, and easily let him lose his strength, and the long sword fell directly to the ground.

It seems that he thinks he is noisy, there is an invisible chain on his body, which prevents him from moving in place, and his tongue is also blocked, preventing him from making any sound.

"Uuuuuu-"

Ye Wanqing frowned, he was restrained, and the monks around him seemed to be invisible, it was obvious that the impostor's cultivation base was much higher than theirs.

His rusty iron sword fell to the ground, and the people beside him held chains that bound him. The chains were woven with countless spells, and the bones of those hands were between a boy and a man.

The phalanx is long and slender, and the pulp of the finger is rough, like jade cutting a green onion.

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It's true.And push down the article of Jiyou, after reading the archived article, she wrote it very beautifully!Guarantee day is updated to the end of pit product guarantee! "After I was reborn, I overturned the car" by Lu Shi:

Chu Yi is a king of subjugation.

The young emperor who came to the throne amidst internal and external troubles devoted all his energy to the great Chu, but died before he could leave the army. Once the country was destroyed, he was forced to kill himself on the city tower. His head was hung on the city wall by the enemy country, and his corpse was exposed for three months.

Chu Yi closed his eyes with hatred, and when he opened them again, he found himself reborn.

He returned to that year, and there were still three full years before the death of the country.

The young emperor thought hard, learned from the pain, and finally came up with the case——

Decided!

Anyway, the country is subjugated, so he might as well just be a foolish king. Before he was alive, he had been greedy for the abs of the little general for a long time, the hands of the prime minister, and the face of the prince of the enemy country... Why don't you enjoy yourself in time and let's talk about it when you have a good time!

So he blatantly molested the little general with great military exploits in the court hall, touching him, the little general was so angry that the veins on his forehead were bulging, looking at him with forbearance and anger, he wished he could be stripped alive.

Deliberately leaving lip marks on the memorial submitted by the prime minister, uttering humiliating words, the frail and sickly prime minister vomited three liters of blood and fainted in court.

Sending a letter of war to the fierce enemy country, threatening them to send the most beautiful little prince to be his male favorite, the already tense situation is even worse, and the war is imminent.

Satisfied after his death, Chu Yi silently waited for the day of national subjugation.

however--

One year has passed, three years have passed, five years have passed...not only did he not perish, but his life has become more prosperous!

The little general who only knows how to fight and doesn't understand love gave him a wooden comb with a blushing face.

The prime minister who impeached him forever in the memorial actually wrote a tribute to him.

The enemy country threw an olive branch, trying to make friends with Da Chu.

Chu Yi: Hmm... hmm? ?

What's more, the Prince Regent, who had been behind the scenes for a long time and held great power, suddenly broke into his bedroom in Yinye, trapped him at the desk, with a dim smile, whispering in his ear:

"Your Majesty, have you had enough fun?"

Severe face control, natural flirt, wholeheartedly as the king of the dead sea ×

The city government is deep, evil-minded, thieves are ruthless