The Path Toward Heaven

This hunt started from Guocheng Temple, passed through the vegetable garden and the official road with big banyan trees, the wild mountains and the peak at the end, the fields full of fireworks, and the ruined temples and wild graves where there is no place to talk, and it seems to be extended endlessly.

It has been 30 years since Yin San reincarnated and rebuilt, and he has returned to the wild state, which is similar to the state of Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, and even slightly insufficient. Logically speaking, it is impossible to defeat them together. The problem is that he has only been reincarnated and rebuilt for thirty years, but he has lived in this world for thousands of years.

He has used more flying swords than Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, knows more Taoism than they have seen, and has experienced countless times more battles.

No matter how Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui attacked, he could use the most suitable method to deal with it. Various Taoisms bloomed between his fingers like flowers, switching constantly, and there was no repeat. Especially the swordsmanship of the peaks of Qingshan, he is even more familiar with it, and he uses it freely, extremely casually, even the word perfect is not enough to describe it.

Blood spilled on the mountains, rivers and lakes, most of it came from the bodies of Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui. Their clothes were already tattered and their bodies were covered with wounds.

Looking at the big bird-like figure in front of them, and thinking about the countless battles in the past two days, they were not only shocked, but also admired, thinking that even Jing Jiu (Young Master) was nothing more than that.

And Yin San's bone flute is unknown treasure, sometimes it can fly in the sky like a flying sword, and sometimes it is like a magic weapon common in Taoism, the material is very special, not to mention the Fursi sword, even the Fuji sword can't cut it.

But they didn't give up, let alone fear, they still pursued Yin San silently, quietly and resolutely.

With Yin San's ability, he could have found an opportunity to get rid of their pursuit. The problem was that his body had hidden dangers and he couldn't bear too much injury, so he didn't dare to take risks. On the way, he counted a few perfect timings, turned around and tried to kill a person in seconds, but failed because of the tacit understanding between Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui.

Yes, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui didn't meet many times, and they didn't even speak a few words, but their cooperation was very tacit.

It's like brothers and sisters who have practiced and lived together for many years.

That's the reason why they were able to kill Luo Huainan back then without saying a word, having no contact beforehand, or even knowing each other.

Every time Yin San turns around and kills in seconds, the timing is really perfect. No matter whether the target is Zhao Layue or Liu Shisui, they should be unable to avoid it. It seems that they will die on the spot, but the remaining person doesn't care about the opponent's life or death.

Facing such a crazy but tacit style of play, even he can only give up.

Such a scene appeared at least four times during the hunt.

Yin San thought to herself, how could a guy like Jing Jiu, who was afraid of death, teach two disciples who were so fearless?

This question troubled him, making him puzzled and more and more irritable.

Three days later, he came to a small town by the banks of Daze. The lake not far away reflected the light of winter, and the faces of the people had the breath of the New Year.

Even so, his mood didn't get any better.

He was not seriously injured, his clothes had been torn many times, and the surface of the bone flute was also covered with magic fire and blood stains. His usual calm and calm eyes were full of hidden anger, his eyebrows were slightly raised, like the edges of burnt paper, and he looked very embarrassed.

This was one of the most dangerous experiences in his thousand-year monastic career, and what made him most depressed was that this time his opponent was undoubtedly the weakest.

How could it make sense for a generation of Daoist Taiping to be forced into such a mess by two wandering disciples, and even nearly died a few times?

Thinking about these questions, he turned and walked into a blacksmith's shop on the side of the street, and disappeared.

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Two sword lights descended from the sky, painting the lake water in silver and red.

As the wind howled, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui appeared on the street, covered in blood and in tattered clothes, people in the market screamed and ran away.

The two looked at each other, seeing the puzzlement in each other's eyes.

They clearly watched Yin San land on the street, why did they lose sight of each other when they landed, and they couldn't even detect each other's breath.

Even if it is a magic weapon with hidden aura, it is impossible to take effect in such a short period of time, and the magic weapon itself also has aura, so it should be noticed.

Liu Shisui clenched his fists with both hands, and the black magic fire burst out of his body, spreading along the houses on both sides of the street, and flowing in like running water when passing through brick cracks or windows.

The secret technique of the Blood Demon Sect is indeed very powerful. During the pursuit along the way, Yin San hid in the cliff twice, and he used this method to find it out. But this time the situation was different, those magic fires turned into the tiniest particles, drifted into the quietest and narrowest corners, and failed to find Yin San's aura or the existence of magic weapons.

Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows slightly, not caring about disturbing her fellow practitioners in Daze, she threw a bell with a flick of her right sleeve.

The bell made a crisp sound and moved quickly in the small town, leaving behind countless afterimages.

This is the Qingxin Bell given to her by Se Se, the young master of Xuanling Sect, which has a magical effect on detecting the opponent's breath.

However, the little bell quickly searched all the houses in the town and even the fields, but still found nothing.

Yin San is clearly here and hasn't left, so why can't the treasures of the Xuanling Sect and the secret methods of the Blood Demon Sect find him?

Liu Shisui said: Should we demolish all these houses, and pay for it afterwards.

Zhao Layue looked at the lake not far away, and said, Leave first.

There are waves on the surface of the lake, and a strong wind suddenly blows in winter, and the white and yellow reeds are bent down by the blowing. It should be that the strong practitioners of Daze are approaching here.

Liu Shisui was a little puzzled, thinking that Daze and Qingshanzong had always been on good terms, why didn't they ask them to help? Is it inconvenient for outsiders to know about Qingshan's internal affairs?

Zhao Layue looked at the seemingly ordinary town and said, Someone here is helping him.

Liu Shisui was very surprised when he thought of the legend about the sword escaper. It turns out that the rumored town by the Daze is here?

Under the protection of the turtle shell, the sword escaper could avoid hundreds of years of searching by the Qingshan Sword Formation. If he helped the master escape, no one would be able to find him again.

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What Yin San walked into was a blacksmith's shop, but from the outside, it might be a restaurant, or a very ordinary house, or even a stone.

How things actually look depends a lot on what you see and your empirical judgment, but in some cases it depends on the wishes of the person who played that thing. So neither Zhao Layue nor Liu Shisui could find that place, even if Liu Ci came to this town to look for it himself, it would be meaningless.

Back then, the Evil Path Alliance of the grandson of the former emperor almost broke through the Wuen Gate, but was defeated by the Qingshan Sect. Liu Ci came here before, but found nothing.

The reason Yin San was able to find that place was because the owner of that place kept the door open to him.

Jing Jiu's memory is not wrong, that person was able to cause so many storms in the world back then, it is inseparable from the real person Taiping.

Walking into the blacksmith shop, the blacksmith shop becomes a garden.

Strange rocks lie by the pond, and bamboos are hidden behind the white wall.

There is no melodious silk and bamboo here, no disturbing sound of reading, and there is a sense of comfort in the quiet.

Yin San has been here several times, and each time he thinks the scenery is very good, but he never envies the other party.

No matter how good the scenery is, you can even change it as you like. After living in it for more than 400 years, you will still feel bored, because you can't go out.

If you look above the garden, you can find that there is no real sky here.

The seemingly gray sky is actually some kind of wainscoting, with grids like the carapace of a giant tortoise.

Of course, this place is much better than his room in the Sword Prison.

In the deepest part of the garden, a middle-aged man was waiting for Yin San.

The middle-aged man had a handsome face and an extraordinary bearing. He was wearing a bright yellow royal robe, and naturally exuded a faint majesty and real imperial aura.

He is the sword escaper.

The legacy of the former dynasty.

Claiming to be Emperor Xiao.

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The tattered clothes were turned into ashes, sank into the pond, and after many years of dissolving, they were discharged into the big marsh through the underground passage, without leaving any smell or taste, so as to ensure that they would not be discovered by the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Emperor Xiao looked at the wounds on Yin San's body, and said in puzzlement, How can a real person suffer so many wounds?

Yin San thought about those two little guys who were not afraid of death, with complicated emotions in his eyes, and said: Many things have changed, even beyond my calculations.

What happened in Guocheng Temple this time, he counted most of the things, but he miscalculated the most important thing.

In his thinking, Jing Jiu had inherited all of Jingyang, with a similar temperament naturally, and would live like Jingyang, but he didn't expect that Jing Jiu would dare to take risks and let a young disciple like Zhao Layue chase him down, while Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were so crazy.

Being so crazy is really not Jingyang, but more like himself.

Emperor Xiao held a spar knife and kept cutting Yin San's body, with a focused and serious expression.

Yin San's injury was indeed not serious, but there was something wrong with his body. In such a short period of time, the periphery of the wound actually began to rot, and even the rotten smell came from the depths. If all the rotten flesh is not cut clean, the rot will spread rapidly in a short period of time until the body collapses.

So although Emperor Xiao struck lightly, the range of cutting was wide and deep, and some places even cut directly into his body.

Yin San didn't shield his consciousness, because when Emperor Xiao couldn't confirm the situation, he had to look inside himself, telling the other party where the crystal knife should go and what to cut off. Naturally, it was extremely painful, and his face turned a little pale, but his eyes were still so calm, as if the crystal knife cut not his own body.

After a while, Emperor Xiao finally cut off all the carrion from his body, took out the fishing line made of jiao tendon, and sewed up the large and small wounds.

Yin San stood up, looked at the cobweb-like scars on his body in the mirror, and frowned slightly.

It's not because of cherishing appearance and paying attention to beauty, but because of other reasons.

This is already the best fit body he could find. He had hoped to last for a few years, but he would have to give it up because of the two children.

Emperor Xiao said: This body can last another three years at most, you have to prepare in advance.

If Yin San can't find a new body within three years, it is very likely that his soul will be scattered.

It's not all bad. In the past, I was worried about damage to my body, so I was very cautious. Now that I think about it, it's not right. It's treating the body as a tool.

Yin San said: I am injured this time, but I feel that my body has improved a lot, and I believe it will be good for the future.

Emperor Xiao said, Congratulations, Daoist.

Yin San said: Being forced into such a mess by two juniors, why do you like it?

Emperor Xiao was slightly startled when he heard the words, thinking that he was actually being hunted down by Qingshan disciples?

Yin San thought about the tacit cooperation between Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui on the road, and thought that these two little guys are really suitable to enter the old forest.

Thinking about these questions, he turned the screen in the room and came to the other side.

There was a big wooden barrel, and there was ten thousand years ice cap in the barrel, exuding a faint smoke.

Patriarch Xuanyin sat inside, his face pale as paper, his thinning hair drooping weakly, as if he was not breathing.

The sword intent penetrated too deeply into his body, even in his blood, so he had to change his blood. He has changed three barrels now, and it is estimated that there will be another three barrels.

Emperor Xiao looked at Patriarch Xuanyin with sympathy and pity on his face and said, I don't know if he can survive.

Three days ago, Xuanyin Patriarch was pierced by Liu Ci's sword and was seriously injured.

The Castle Peak Sword Formation has also been activated.

If Yin San hadn't made preparations in advance and asked Emperor Xiao to insert him into the turtle shell, he would have died without a doubt.

Emperor Xiao and Patriarch Xuanyin were both sword escapers, and they were forced to lose sight of the sun by the Qingshan sword array. Seeing how badly he was injured at this time, it was inevitable that he felt sad.

Yin San looked at Patriarch Xuanyin in silence for a long time, his eyes were cold, he didn't know what he was thinking.