Chapter 44 (1/2)

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Flying more than two hundred feet from the Qing Imperial Hall, surrounded by cliffs and white clouds at the foot of the mountain, there are looming winding rivers and waterfalls. The higher the rise, the wider the field of view and the colder the air. The peaks of Liyang were thrown at their feet, one by one, and turned into many small mounds.

Zhu Hien points to a pearl-like lake surrounded by mountains: “That is the heavenly stone on Luoxian Lake.”

Tian Nu Shi is a dozen feet tall, located in the center of Luoxian Lake. Looking from elsewhere, it is an ordinary stone, nothing strange.

However, looking down from the top of Yurong Peak, the angle is slightly different, faintly seeing Tian Nu Shi’s smooth women’s incense shoulders, long hair flying, and her side face slightly drooping, like a beautiful woman who is playing with water in the water With Hui Shifeng’s Qingxuzi practicing sword stone, it is one of the eight scenic spots of Liyang.

The two gently fell on the blue stone slab on the top of Yurong Peak. Jun Yanzhi looked down for a while, and nodded with a smile: “Standing on the top of Yurong Peak, it really looks different.”

Zhu Hien said: “The scenery here has been looking for a long time, and the other places are a little inconspicuous.”

Jun Yanzhi smiles: “People have their own aspirations, some people like to climb high and look far away, some people like warmth and comfort, different temperaments, and cannot be generalized.”

Zhu Hien has never been in dispute with anyone, and said cautiously, “My brother and his teacher also make sense, come with me.”

Even in early summer, the peaks are snow-capped and whizzing cold. Jun Yanzhi walked along the flat bluestone slab road for a long time, and looked at the strange peaks and stones that were faintly visible under the cliff, silent.

Finally, I saw a pavilion from a distance. It seemed to be covered by white marble. It contrasted with the white snow on the ground. It occupies a small area and is divided into two floors. The momentum here is much worse than that of the Qingxu Hall. It just looks elegant and even a bit small.

Zhu Ge said, “That’s Fei Xian Lou, please go to Master.”

Jun Yan said thank you, and came without hesitation. The pavilion is a long time ago, and there are traces of vicissitudes. However, the surrounding aura is rich, and there is a soft light, and I guess it is guarded by an extremely powerful formation.

Jun Yanzhi did not dare to act lightly, and stopped in front of the building: “Disciple Jun Yanzhi seeks to see.”

Xi Fang’s steady voice came from the pavilion: “Come in.”

Jun Yanzhi reached out his finger and touched the stone wall gently. Then he cautiously pushed in the door and stunned slightly.

He didn’t expect that the world famous Fei Xian Lou turned out to be such a small space.

There are long boxes made of black black iron on the left and right, row by row floating in the air without touching each other, and shaking gently. An aisle was left in the middle, and only two people could pass side by side against each other. At the end of the aisle, Xi Fang looked at him in a dark green robe, and his face was like a white board, with no expression.

Jun Yan salutes respectfully: “Sovereign.”

“Here is the hidden sword of Fei Xianlou. Pick the sword you want.”

Jun Yan had an idea early and said calmly: “The disciples have a merciless request. I want a sword that was used by the withering fairy of wood 3,000 years ago. I do n’t know if the lord can give it.”

When he said this, he lowered his head, but felt that the room was very quiet, and there was no sound for a long time.

After a while, a clear metal collision sounded in the attic. Jun Yan raised his head, and saw a long black iron box fall into Xi Fang’s hand.

A “snap” sound, the iron box opened, and a violent murderous spirit rushed into the face, piercing the skin like countless fine needles. Although it would not cause pain to roll, it was also unbearable.

Jun Yanzhi stood silently, and said arduously, “This is the sword. Thank you, Lord.”

Xi Fang took the sword out of the black iron box, held it in his hand and whispered, “You can’t stand the sword at a glance. How can you control it?”

“My disciples will practice hard.”

“Do you want to practice Dead Wood Swordsmanship?”

“Nice.”

Xi Fang’s eyes were high, and he said nothing. Suddenly, the dark green figure swept in front of Jun Yanzhi without any warning, and he did not react as hard as he could hold Jun Yanzhi’s throat like a iron clamp.

The change came too suddenly. Jun Yanzhi’s face went purple, looking at the man in front of him, seeming very puzzled and angry.

Xi Fang’s eyes are so complicated that he seems to want to kill him, but hesitates. It was only between his thoughts of killing and not killing. Xi Fang’s hand tightened again, and his five fingers only pressed his throat.

“Zong, Zongzhu!” Jun Yanzhi stumbled and said incoherently, shouting hard, “Please, make it clear! I can’t run anymore!”

This sentence seems to be of some use. Xi Fang hesitated for a long time, and finally let go of Jun Yan. There were doubts, caution in his eyes, and there seemed to be a bit of regret: “Why did you rescue Zhao Feng again?”

Jun Yanzhi touched his throat and coughed for a while before returning to his original appearance, but his face was still ruddy. He calmly said, “The first time is too short to save. The second treatment takes a long time, and luck was saved.”

“Is this the only reason?”

“Yes.” Jun Yanzhi’s voice was dry and seemed to be very dissatisfied. “The disciples did not dare to say that they had gratitude to Jianzong, at least they did nothing wrong. Why did the suzetra treat me so many times? Why? “

Xi Fang slowly put away a sword, and without asking, “Yanzhi, do you remember what happened as a kid?”

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head without saying a word, but a sore sensation slowly spread throughout his body, as if slowly being pinched by a person, without hurting the skin, but rubbing the bones piece by piece.

“I don’t remember …” Jun Yanzhi whispered softly.

Why did Xi Fang suddenly ask him about this? What does he know?

Xi Fang looked at him slowly and said, “It’s all a thing of the past. It doesn’t matter if you remember it. By the way, I watched you grow up from a young age, knowing that you have a good heart. Now magic cultivation is the way. Now that you have inherited the “Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls”, you also need a sword and “Withered Sword”, which is the backbone of my Qing Sword Sect. I don’t care what you have in the past, but if one day hurts Jianzong, I won’t spare you. Is it clear? “

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head: “The suzerain knew what his disciples were when he was a kid?”