Chapter 19: What could be more urgent than finding the Nightmare Stone? ...
"Why were you expelled from the sect?" Xie Wuyang asked.
Chen Ziyi pursed his lips and turned his head to the side, looking like he didn't want to say more.
Xie Wuyang didn't have that much time to waste here. He raised his hand and suddenly touched Lao Zhang's wooden tablet again, his fingertips touching the golden lines inch by inch. "If you don't want to tell me, I can ask Lao Zhang."
Hearing this, Chen Ziyi finally reacted. His voice was filled with gritted teeth and he said, "Could you please stop disturbing my peace?"
Xie Wuyang looked at him coldly, "Didn't you seal Old Zhang? Are you regretting it now?"
Chen Ziyi snorted coldly, "Not really."
Xie Wuyang didn't quite believe Chen Ziyi's answer. He felt that Chen Ziyi was extremely contradictory, like someone who kept saying he would protect you, but actually did things that would harm you.
Xie Wuyang actually felt a little sympathy for Lao Zhang for a moment, "Master, I think Lao Zhang's words are more trustworthy."
Xie Wuyang stared at Chen Ziyi motionlessly.
When Chen Ziyi heard this, he panicked again, "No!"
The golden lines on the wooden tablet flashed twice, as if responding to someone.
Chen Ziyi closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and spoke in a trembling voice, "I...I really didn't lie. I didn't intend to harm Lao Zhang."
"You don't want to harm him, but you set up a formation on his grave?"
"This formation can't hurt Old Zhang," Chen Ziyi shook his head and explained bit by bit, "Just as Yun Xianzun said, my spiritual power is low and I can't cast any advanced spells. I know this in my heart, so I dare to do this. I'm just afraid that the thing controlling Old Zhang will escape and hurt others again."
Xie Wuyang's hands rested casually on his knees, "Have you met my master?"
"I have." Having already decided to tell it all, Chen Ziyi had nothing to hide. "When I was at Wuxiang Villa, I had the honor of going to Cangqiong Mountain with my master... an elder, and had the pleasure of seeing the back of Yun Xianzun. When you first arrived at Dashipo, I didn't want to let you in, until I saw you holding your master's Broken Snow Sword in your hand..."
According to legend, Yun Wanzhou, a disciple of Cangqiong Mountain, once went down the mountain to travel when he was young, and became famous in the world of cultivation with his long sword.
The hilt of the sword is delicately carved and has infinite power. It can split mountains and water, and it can also drive away evil spirits, avoid harm and kill demons.
Chen Ziyi remembered the appearance of the sword after only one glance.
Seeing you again today, I don’t know whether it is fate or misfortune.
The look in his eyes was dazed, and everything in front of him became an illusion.
Whether it was Xie Wuyang, Yun Wanzhou, or Lao Zhang's wooden tablet, they all turned into ethereal smoke.
Chen Ziyi couldn't even tell what reality was.
Was it the master who taught him magic at Wuxiang Villa, or was it Old Zhang who made a living by chopping wood and accompanied him for more than ten years?
Is he a disciple of Wuxiang Villa... or Chen Ziyi?
Chen Ziyi suddenly opened his eyes, "Do you know why I want to kill you? Because you, Cang Qiong Mountain, including your master, are all a bunch of hypocrites! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have fallen to this point!"
Chen Ziyi's expression was sarcastic as he looked at Yun Wanzhou. "Immortal Yun is so preoccupied with his affairs that he probably has long forgotten a nobody like me. But I do remember clearly the Immortal Sect Competition a few years ago. Do you remember a disciple who poisoned a fellow disciple and had his tendons and veins severed, ruining his cultivation?"
In the immortal sect competitions over the years, there are always some disciples who do things to harm their fellow disciples in order to win the top spot. The number of disciples punished by the hundreds of immortal sects is also countless.
Yun Wanzhou really didn't remember the name or face of the punished disciple, but when Chen Ziyi mentioned it, he vaguely remembered that such a thing did happen.
Chen Ziyi looked at the inscriptionless tombstone in front of Old Zhang's grave.
Back then, he was the best in Wuxiang Villa and the one with the highest appeal, but a Jindan-stage disciple suddenly appeared in Cangqiong Mountain.
Even though Chen Ziyi was proud and conceited and never took anyone seriously, he still remembered that man's name - Xu Pingsheng.
His cultivation level was obviously similar to that person's, but he was defeated by that person's superior swordsmanship.
"Xu Pingsheng is clearly a talisman practitioner, so how can he use a sword?"
Xie Wuyang gradually began to doubt Chen Ziyi's intelligence. "It's obvious that you're inferior to him, so why are you blaming him for his swordsmanship?"
Chen Ziyi sneered, "I don't blame him, so I used the same method. I am a sword cultivator, but I can also use the method of medicine cultivators..."
Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed with surprise, and he suddenly said, "You didn't use poison, did you?"
Chen Ziyi showed no regret and nodded, "That's right, I'm just giving them a taste of their own medicine! Why are you disqualifying me from the competition? I'm even expelling you from the sect!"
Chen Ziyi will never forget that after he returned from the competition, his respected master looked at him coldly, ruthlessly severed his meridians, and took away the cultivation that Chen Ziyi was proud of.
Later he escaped here and met Lao Zhang, who saved him.
From then on, he was no longer a disciple of Wuxiang Villa.
"Then why don't you want to see Lao Zhang?" Xie Wuyang asked.
Chen Ziyi pondered for a moment and sighed, "I'm afraid you guys will go. Besides, you two immortals have seen how terrifying Lao Zhang is when he's controlled by a monster. I'm afraid Lao Zhang will come back to life and put my life at risk."
"The people in the village..."
"They're all dead. I don't know whether they died at the hands of Lao Zhang or the monster. I just took a nap, and when I woke up, they were all dead."
Listening to Chen Ziyi's explanation, Xie Wuyang was still a little skeptical, "Then why are you still alive?"
Chen Ziyi shook his head, "I don't know."
Chen Ziyi really didn't know why he was left alone. He only remembered that when he woke up, Lao Zhang was sitting by the bed, grinning at him.
At that time, Old Zhang was no longer a human being, and his smile was terrifying. What's more, Chen Ziyi was completely unprepared and almost fainted as soon as he opened his eyes.
Xie Wuyang already believed Lao Zhang's words about 70%. "Then why are you following us?"
Chen Ziyi was so sure that they had never come to see Lao Zhang that there was no other possibility except that he had been following them.
What's more, the spiritual power of the formation Chen Ziyi set up on the wooden tablet is so low, let alone allowing him to use any powerful tracking techniques.
"The day you went to Old Zhang's house," Chen Ziyi took a deep breath, "I followed you. I didn't recognize the Immortal Venerable's identity at the time, and I was worried about you, fearing that something might go wrong. And..."
Chen Ziyi paused, looking a little hesitant. "You are not the first people from the Immortal Sect to come here. Before you, there were people who came to Wuxiang Villa."
At first, Chen Ziyi did not recognize his former fellow disciple, but later when he accidentally overheard their conversation, he suddenly realized what was going on.
However, his former fellow disciples did not recognize Chen Ziyi. Perhaps they thought that this abandoned disciple was insignificant and had long forgotten about him.
The only thing I can remember about him is probably that when we are chatting and having fun, I would make a few jokes about him and then laugh it off.
Xie Wuyang frowned. "Where did the people from Wuxiang Villa go? Did they not get rid of this monster?"
"Except," Chen Ziyi said, "they went to look for Lao Zhang once before they left. I also went to check on him, but he was gone. But I never thought..."
Even if Chen Ziyi didn't say the second half of the sentence, Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou could guess it.
Or maybe the people from Wuxiang Villa hadn't solved Lao Zhang's problem in the first place and were just lying...
Or maybe something unexpected happened in the middle, which led to Lao Zhang coming back to life.
Based on Xie Wuyang's understanding of Chen Ziyi's words, Xie Wuyang felt that the latter possibility might be greater, otherwise Chen Ziyi would not be so afraid to come here to worship Lao Zhang.
It is quite pathetic for a disciple of an immortal sect to have fallen to this state.
Xie Wuyang pondered Chen Ziyi's words for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "What did you see when you followed us?"
Chen Ziyi's eyes flashed, "I didn't see anything."
This time, Xie Wuyang was not so easy to talk to. He suddenly raised his hand that was hanging beside the wooden tablet and threatened him blatantly, "But is it the truth?"
Chen Ziyi was a little scared, but he still insisted, "Yes..."
Xie Wuyang placed his hand on the wooden tablet.
"No! I also saw you smashing open a wall in the cave!" Chen Ziyi suddenly raised his voice.
Chen Ziyi was almost driven to tears by Yun Wanzhou, his voice trembling as he spoke, "I really only saw this much... I originally followed you in, but this cave is so wicked and cruel. After one turn, even your shadows disappeared, as if they had vanished into thin air. I really only know this much..."
As he spoke, Chen Ziyi sobbed and was abruptly silenced.
After hearing this explanation, Xie Wuyang removed his hand from the wooden tablet, withdrew his gaze from Chen Ziyi, and stood up.
Xie Wuyang looked up at Yun Wanzhou's calm eyes and said, "Master, let's go."
After saying that, Xie Wuyang seemed to have thought of something. With a flick of his right hand, he collected the sword that Chen Ziyi had used and glanced at Chen Ziyi. "As for Master Chen..."
Xie Wuyang suddenly squatted down again, raised his hand, found the knot of the red rope and pulled it gently.
The moment the red rope was untied, Chen Ziyi was excited for a moment, but unexpectedly, the next moment, Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his hand, took out a talisman paper from his waist and slapped it on Chen Ziyi's face.
Chen Ziyi's movement to stand up suddenly stopped.
After using the immobilization talisman that he had wanted to use for a long time but had not been able to use, Xie Wuyang seemed to be in a much better mood. He looked up and down at Chen Ziyi who was immobilized, stood up and clapped his hands, "Just leave it here."
Chen Ziyi shuddered, staring at him with bloodshot eyes. His words were slurred, but Xie Wuyang still understood what Chen Ziyi was saying, "But Lao Zhang is still here!"
"Then keep him company." Xie Wuyang walked around Chen Ziyi and left these words indifferently.
Chen Ziyi looked as if his lungs were punctured. His face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear. There was no trace of the arrogance he had when they first met.
The reason why Lao Zhang didn't die was because of the monster, or perhaps because of the Nightmare Stone. Now the faint breath of the Nightmare Stone has dissipated, the monster is dead, and Lao Zhang will never come back to life.
Chen Ziyi's reaction was purely groundless worry and he was scaring himself.
only……
They left Chen Ziyi in front of Lao Zhang's grave like this, and there was no way he could go back to his home. So where should he live next?
Do we still have to sleep on the streets?
Not long after this question arose, it was answered.
Xie Wuyang paused, his gaze fixed on Lao Zhang's house not far away. "Master, I've found a good place for us."
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang walked straight to the closed door of Old Zhang's house and pushed it open skillfully. "We can stay with Old Zhang for one night."
Hearing this, Yun Wanzhou's footsteps following behind him suddenly stopped.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, guessing that perhaps Immortal Yun had never lived in a house where a dead person lived. He kindly explained, "If the people who stole the Nightmare Stone want to lead us somewhere, they will definitely take action. For the Zhang family, the best option is to wait and see."
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang glanced at Yun Wanzhou's expression out of the corner of his eye. Yun Wanzhou's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, but it was only a flash, and he raised his foot calmly again.
The change was so fast that Xie Wuyang almost thought it was an illusion.
Even though he was the one who was giving comfort, when he entered the house, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but think of Lao Zhang's miserable face and the disgusting appearance of the monster. The scene of catching the monster left him with lingering fear and a deep impression.
By the time Xie Wuyang hesitantly entered the inner room, Yun Wanzhou had already unloaded the broken snow and put it aside, then sat cross-legged on the bed.
Like Chen Ziyi's house, there was no second bed in Lao Zhang's house.
After Yun Wanzhou sat on the bed, there was still a large space left, so Xie Wuyang could sit on it as well.
However, he and Yun Wanzhou had a blood feud, so even if the other party didn't remember it, Xie Wuyang naturally couldn't be free of grudges.
Seeing this scene, Xie Wuyang quietly retreated and found a seat by the window with good ventilation for himself.
Compared to the boredom in the inner room, this place made Xie Wuyang feel a little more at ease.
Xie Wuyang always felt that there was something dirty in the room, as if the closer he was to the outside, the farther away he would be from the dirty things.
I just didn't expect that, maybe it was because this place was too comfortable or because I had used too much spiritual power today, this body was very tired and I fell asleep without realizing it.
Xie Wuyang was in a daze and felt a shadow hitting his face.
In his previous life, Xie Wuyang was a very light sleeper. Perhaps it was because he had never had a good night's sleep when he was young, which led to a habit. Even though he later became the lord of the demon world, Xie Wuyang could never sleep very deeply.
Or maybe it was because there were too many people in the demon world who wanted to usurp Xie Wuyang's position and take his life, which led to Xie Wuyang not daring to let anyone go.
It was not until this life, after being reborn into this body, that Xie Wuyang experienced for the first time what it meant to have a sweet dream and a good sleep.
Even now, when he clearly sensed someone hovering over his head, Xie Wuyang couldn't open his eyes.
The figure did not stay for long. When Xie Wuyang felt the man's second movement, his chest felt heavy, accompanied by a familiar sigh.
The next moment, Xie Wuyang knew nothing.
When Xie Wuyang regained consciousness again, he was pulled up by someone.
"Thank you for being safe!"
Xie Wuyang just opened his eyes in a daze, and then he was almost frightened by the scene in front of him.
A sword light suddenly flashed before his eyes, startling Xie Wuyang so much that he came back to his senses in an instant. A burst of spiritual power burst out from his hand and hit the man in black. He dodged the attack by staggering a few steps.
A strand of hair was cut off by the ear and fell to the ground.
Xie Wuyang had no time to care about his slightly numb right ear. His brows furrowed as he looked at the man in black, "Who are you?"
Seeing that the matter was exposed, the man in black jumped onto the window in a flash. Just as he was about to jump out of the window and escape, Xie Wuyang gathered his spiritual power and slapped the man in black.
The moment the palm's spiritual power was about to touch the man in black, the man suddenly turned around, raised his hand and a barrier rose out of thin air, blocking all the attacks outside, and then disappeared out the window.
They were just waiting here for the opportunity, so who else could this person be but the thief who stole the Nightmare Stone?
Xie Wuyang's eyes turned cold, and he ran forward two steps, trying to climb through the window to follow him. Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him, "No need to chase."
Looking at the empty courtyard, Xie Wuyang frowned slightly and lowered his eyes to the half piece of clothes in his hand.
The corner of the clothes was still stained with the black-clothed man's spiritual power, and spots of light were scattered all over.
Among the immortal sects, each sect has its own cultivation method, and the spiritual power they use is naturally different as well.
The spiritual power in the corner of his clothes was thick and overbearing. In Xie Wuyang's previous life, when he fought against hundreds of immortal sects, he had only seen the spiritual power of one sect that could feel so strong.
Wax apple gate.
Xie Wuyang stroked the corner of his clothes, turned the cloth over, his eyes fell on the half-broken pattern inside, and jumped down from the window.
He recognized this pattern, having seen it in history books of the cultivation world.
This pattern was the symbol of the succession ceremony of a certain leader of the Lianwu Sect. It only existed for a few months before disappearing.
Now that this pattern appears here, if we calculate according to the timeline, the succession ceremony of the leader of the Lianwu Sect will be held in the near future.
Could it be that the man in black is related to the leader’s succession ceremony?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang clenched the corner of his clothes in his hand, frowned, and asked without turning around, "Master, is the succession ceremony of the Lianwu Sect Leader taking place soon?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded and said "hmm" softly.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and grasped the corner of his clothes, "I just..."
Before he could finish his words, a pair of hands suddenly pressed down on Xie Wuyang's shoulders. Yun Wanzhou used force to pull Xie Wuyang to the bedside and forced him to sit down. "It really is the person who stole the Nightmare Stone. I'm afraid we can't catch up with him. The most urgent thing now is..."
What could be more urgent than finding the Nightmare Stone?
Xie Wuyang looked confused.
Then, his ear was touched by a slightly cool fingertip, and a slight stinging sensation followed by Yun Wanzhou's voice, "Treat the wound."
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