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Given that the Crow's Cry Fire had once been torn apart.

And its many small sparks are still scattered in the sky of the demon world, illuminating the sky of the demon world with a deep red.

Therefore, we still cannot be sure whether those scattered sparks, if gathered together, can form the heart and eye of the Crow's Cry Fire.

Facts have proven that the Crow's Cry Fire is indeed the brightest flame in the world.

He is so brilliant, warm and passionate.

The cute little bird pecked at Wu Manshuang five, six, seven or eight times per minute. It nibbled at her hair while flapping its little wings hard, trying to pull Wu Manshuang away from Yan Luoyue.

Once he accomplished this, for example, if Wu Man Shuang moved her feet slightly, the Crow's Cry Fire all over her body would immediately shine with proud light!

Yan Luoyue: "Wu Ti, you are so bright."

Even in "One World", the solar light bulbs made by the hard-working players are not as dazzling as the Crow's Cry Fire!

When Wu Ti Zhi Huo heard this praise, he immediately puffed out his chest proudly: "Of course, I am the most beautiful."

Yan Luoyue: “…” Actually, it’s not this word.

However, since Wu Ti is so happy, let’s not tell him or praise him any more.

With a hint of a smile on his lips, Yan Luoyue leaned back, leaning against the stone pillar in the hall.

She twisted a strand of hair around her finger and watched Wu Manshuang and Wu Ti Zhi Huo running away fighting in a leisurely manner.

The scene before our eyes seemed to coincide with the scene many years ago when the crow's cry fire swooped down from the sky and pecked at the frost-covered stone.

At that time, the world was very quiet, so quiet that there were only three of them.

But the world is also full. With these two little friends by his side, every day spent in Luoyuezhimu is fulfilling and happy.

And now, after many twists and turns, she and Manyhuang have been together until now, and the scattered Wuti Fire has been slowly found... It's great that after so long, the three of them are finally reunited.

Looking at the figures of the man and the fire running away, Yan Luoyue felt a surge of peace and tranquility in his heart.

She thought: Once the puppet love-devouring demon issue was resolved and the network cable of that damn thing was unplugged, she, Manshuang, and Wuti could go back to being like before.

I and Man Shuang will stay together forever.

As for Wu Ti, he must have flown back and forth all over the world, and whenever he missed them, he would turn back and reunite with them again.

Wu Manshuang walked with the Crow's Cry Fire and moved her wings in the hall of the underground palace.

Wu Manshuang was clearly in a good mood as she was able to reunite with her little friend during this trip. Even her temperament was more relaxed than usual.

He was just like a stone, not responding much to Wuti.

Only when the crow's cry became too intense would he tilt his head slightly.

——My friends have worked very hard these years, let others go crazy for a while.

Patting the wings of the Crow's Crying Fire, Wu Manshuang soothed it, "Okay, stop being jealous of us. When the time is right, I'll find you a strange fire to be your partner, okay?"

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!" The Crow-Crying Fire chirped a few times to the side.

The way he tapped his head was so exaggerated that it looked more like a sneeze than a spit.

The Crow's Crying Fire said angrily: "Who wants those vulgar people to be in power?"

“…”

Wu Manshuang thought about it carefully and felt that this was the truth.

After all, all the strange fires in the world contain a trace of the breath of the Crow's Cry Fire.

In other words, all these strange fires are of a different generation from the Crow's Cry Fire.

Thinking of this, Wu Man Shuang's eyes turned more loving as she looked at the Crow's Crying Fire.

He suppressed the laughter that welled up in his throat and said kindly:

"Are you interested in the three-legged golden crow? I'll find you an egg to hatch, okay?"

Crow's Cry Fire: "..."

This is not about finding an egg to hatch for the crow's cry fire, this is about making it clear that the pot is not open yet.

The Crow's Crying Fire became furious on the spot, and the pink crown feathers on its head rose more than three feet high.

"Chirp chirp chirp! You are the one hatching the eggs, I'll beat you to death!"

Just in time, the man and the fire went around in a circle and returned to their original place.

Yan Luoyue also came forward with a smile.

She also deliberately said: "It's good to find an egg to hatch. Maybe one day, a natural stone monkey will jump out of the egg. Because your temperature is relatively high, the stone monkey is born with fiery eyes..."

After hearing this, Wu Ku Zhi Huo actually stopped for a moment and thought seriously about how a stone monkey could hatch from an egg.

But the next second, he immediately realized that he had been fooled.

“——Ahhh, no, I don’t know how to hatch eggs!” The Crow’s Cry Fire spit out a ball of flame and glared at Yan Luoyue angrily, “Little sapling, you, you…”

A moment later, the Crow's Cry Fire flew directly towards Wu Manshuang, pecking her wildly in the face again:

"Damn it! You've ruined all the saplings!"

…

For the sake of the Crow's Cry Fire, Yan Luoyue has already made a plan to go to the demon world as soon as possible.

But no matter how fast you speed up, there are still some things that need to be done and cannot be skipped.

For example, they need to tell Ji Qinghong about their next itinerary.

In addition, I also need to explain to Ji Qinghong the experiences of these years and the ins and outs of the cooperation between the cultivation world and the spiritual world.

That is why, at this moment, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang, along with the Crow's Cry Fire they carried with them, were sitting in this hall that Ji Qinghong had temporarily requisitioned.

Ji Qinghong looked at the three of them very solemnly, with a very strange expression on his face.

Feeling the subtle emotions revealed in their eyes, Yan Luoyue felt that they were worthy of being master and disciple, as even their ideas were on the same level.

After all, one look at Ji Qinghong's expression revealed that he regretted not being able to take a quick picture of the thing.

If there was a camera, Ji Qinghong would probably take a photo with the three sacred objects as a record.

Then, he would probably hang this huge photo in the leader's meeting room.

Taking advantage of this rare leisure time, the three masters and apprentices discussed what had happened in the past few years.

After hearing about their upcoming schedule, Ji Qinghong showed a pensive expression.

"The demon world?" Ji Qinghong propped up his head with one hand. "I have heard of the rumor in the past that there is a branch of the Crow's Cry Fire in the demon world."

However, after the battle against demons, the most commonly used space channel has been sealed by the demon world.

The spatial conditions of other channels are not very stable, so in the past three thousand years, there has not been much communication between the human world and the demon world.

Even Ji Qinghong did not dare to make a statement about the whereabouts of the fraction of the Crow's Cry Fire.

He could only say, "The last time I received news from the demon world, I didn't hear that anyone had subdued the Fire of the Crow's Cry."

There is no news about the Crow's Cry Fire. Firstly, it may be that the fire has been hiding well until now. Secondly, it is also possible that someone has made a fortune in silence.

However, after hearing Ji Qinghong say this, Yan Luoyue felt relieved.

She looked at Ji Qinghong expectantly: "Master, do you know anyone in the demon world?"

After all, Ji Qinghong was a figure from the Demon War period.

At that time, the relationship between the human world and the demon world was close.

Maybe after Yan Luoyue passes away, she will be able to find one or two of Ji Qinghong's old friends to take care of her. It will be easier to get things done with acquaintances.

Ji Qinghong thought for a moment and said, "Teacher, I think I should clarify one thing for you."

"What?"

Ji Qinghong said with a smile: "It is true that I have been to the demon world, but my personality when I was young was even cuter than it is now."

Yan Luoyue: “…” If Ji Qinghong directly said that she had a bad character, she would not say anything.

But now this description made Yan Luoyue feel like spraying tea.

Ji Qinghong smiled and pretended not to notice that Wu Manshuang's eyes were twitching slightly.

He said leisurely, "Now, do you still want to know about my friends when I was young? I can write to you."

Ji Qinghong suggested happily: "If you find that you can't make a connection, you can burn the news that I am still alive to them."

Yan Luoyue replied sincerely: "No, thank you, thank you so much."

She went to the demon tribe to find the Crow's Cry Fire, not to the demon world to make enemies.

Ji Qinghong lowered her head and smiled for a while, her long white hair falling from her shoulders. The warm and soft rabbit fur looked very textured, making people want to grab a handful.

Yan Luoyue's fingers were already ready to move.

But Ji Qinghong's next words dispelled her thoughts.

"In the demon world, there is a place called Niaomingyan. If you can't find any clues there, you can go there and take a look."

After searching through his memory, Ji Qinghong gave this suggestion.

"Birds are singing?"

Silently reciting this place name, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang looked at Wu Ti at the same time.

The Crow's Crying Fire spit out a ball of flames: "Why are you looking at me like that? Am I really a bird? Chirp."

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang: "..."

What do you think?

Ji Qinghong waved his hands, as if he was serving tea to a guest.

However, before that, he still remembered one thing very reliably.

"By the way, do you have a white crane friend?"

"The Crane tribe has specially sent a team of historians to attack Hongtong Palace. If you are interested, you can go to the Crane tribe's camp first."

With a slight smile, Ji Qinghong said slowly: "The historians have memorized the information related to the demon world. If you bring a historian with you, it will save you a lot of effort."

"——So, if you don't find your friend, just draw a lucky crane and put it in a sack and take it away." Ji Qinghong said calmly, "It can be regarded as a way to familiarize yourself with the style of the demon world in advance."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Why does she feel that this is not the style of the demon world, but the style of action of Ji Qinghong when he first went to the demon world?

If you acted so hardcore when you were young, you deserve to have few friends, bunny!

Following Ji Qinghong's instructions, Yan Luoyue and the other two arrived at the Crane Tribe's territory.

At this time, the Righteous Alliance won a great victory in this battle, the Hongtong Palace was destroyed, and there were not many casualties among the cultivators in the world of cultivation.

Such a rare joy is certainly worth singing and dancing.

The bird tribe is a race that is extremely good at singing and dancing.

Among them, the Crane Clan, which uses "Crane Song" as a way of fighting, is the best.

So, when Yan Luoyue arrived at the scene, he saw that the Crane Clan had already surrounded them in three layers inside and outside.

She released her spiritual consciousness and probed into the circle, and saw a group of beauties dancing. They were as pure as ice, as pure as frost and snow, and they were independent from the world, with a touch of cinnabar marks on their brows.

The White Crane historians were both male and female, and their temperaments were unconventional.

Dozens of white cranes simultaneously waved the sleeves of their wide, snow-white robes, and danced in the wind with their high hats and wide belts.

The sleeves of the robe are like white clouds, and the waist is like a strong bamboo. The clouds and bamboo complement each other, and the bright and clear one is not alone.

Looking at this scene, there really is a kind of leisurely and elegant atmosphere of "bathing in the Yi River, enjoying the breeze in the Wu Yu Temple, and returning home singing".

The dancing white cranes formed a large circle like a flower. When the crane historians all bent their backs and looked up, it was like a water lotus blooming in the wind.

The historian surrounded by them in the circle would then burst into song.

Someone whispered, "This is the singing contest that the Crane tribe holds every time they celebrate a festival."

The theme of the battle song is not specified and the length is not limited.

This is a happy occasion, so of course no one would sing a sad song.

Therefore, the Crane Tribe historian who took the initiative to walk into the center of the circle sang a passionate and relaxing tune that made people feel happy just by listening to it.

Yan Luoyue couldn't bear to disturb this beautiful scene, so she simply found a sturdy tree and sat on a branch with Wu Manshuang side by side, which was considered a private seat.

The people of the Crane Tribe all have the same extraordinary temperament. Yan Luoyue looked at them for several more times and finally discovered Ling Shuanghun and his brother.

Ling Shuanghun was concentrating on dancing and did not see Yan Luoyue on the tree.

Nowadays, Ling Shuanghun has grown to be as tall as his brother Ling Shuying.

The two brothers look somewhat similar. When they stand together, they look like twins, reminding people of many beautiful things.

After just a moment of distraction, the Crow's Cry Fire flapped its wings, flew two circles, and then landed gracefully on Yan Luoyue's shoulder.

He chuckled and asked Yan Luoyue with ulterior motives, "Does it look good?"

Yan Luoyue said calmly: "Of course it looks good."

As everyone knows, there are many beauties in the Crane Tribe, and they are all proud and long-legged beauties.

Upon hearing this answer, Wu Ti Zhi Huo jumped up with joy.

He praised, "You have good taste! I tell you, the young saplings, the bird tribe is the best looking. The snake tribe - that won't do!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

In view of the fact that the Crow's Crying Fire had suffered a lot of bad influence in Hongtong Palace, she began to think seriously about the last three words and what direction they meant.

Wu Crying Fire was very serious and said bad things to Wu Man Shuang in front of him:

Snakes do a lot of evil things. They usually climb trees and eat a lot of bird eggs. So it is recommended to chop all the snakes into pieces and then use them to make soup."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

She was not in a position to comment on the recipe.

After all, turtle soup is more common than snake soup.

Wu Ti Zhi Huo did not understand Yan Luo Yue's subtle mood and continued to make suggestions:

"Little sapling, listen to me. Throw the big rock away, and then I will help you!"

Yan Luoyue was stunned: "Help me with what?"

Wu Ti Zhi Huo patted his chest righteously and said, "I will marry all these beauties from the Crane Tribe as your concubines!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

You are so generous, Wu Ti.

The Crow's Cry Fire is a great plan!

He said: "When the time comes, I will sleep with them!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

She discovered that Wu Ti had learned a lot of remarkable things in the past three thousand years.

Also, after hearing about the accommodation arrangements of Shangxiacha, Yan Luoyue was very suspicious. Rather than saying that Wu Ti wanted to help her marry many concubines, it would be better to say that Wu Ti had been lonely for too long, so he wanted to find many of Yan Luoyue's spouses to accompany him to play.

...Wait, there's something wrong with this logic.

Why does the one who sleeps with Wu Ti have to become Yan Luoyue's spouse first? !

After hearing how Wu Ti had made clear arrangements for the beauties of the Crane Clan, Wu Man Shuang finally couldn't bear it anymore and decided to make clear arrangements for Wu Ti as well.

With a terrifying smile on his face, he picked up the Crow's Cry Fire.

Even though Wu Manshuang was holding the back of Crow's Cry Fire's fate, it still stood with its wings akimbo, looking fearless.

"Big Stone, what are you doing?"

Wu Manshuang asked softly, "Luoyue, are you cold?"

Yan Luoyue didn't understand: "It's not cold."

Very good, this is what Wu Manshuang was waiting for.

He said softly, "Just right, I'm a little cold."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Man Shuang rolled up the crow's cry fire into a bird ball.

It was just like many years ago, when the angry stone used its spiritual power to forcibly pull the Crow's Cry Fire over and suppressed it under the stone.

Wu Manshuang acted very decisively, without any hesitation, and ruthlessly...stuffed the Crow's Cry Fire under her butt.

With a puff, the bird balls turned into a pool of electric heated cushions.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

The Crow's Crying Fire was flattened to its very shape, and it made a chirping sound of protest, which attracted all the birds in the tree to chirp along.

But Wu Man Shuang turned a deaf ear to the birds singing below her seat.

He looked at Yan Luoyue with a smile, sitting upright, with a broad mind.

Wu Manshuang asked with a smile: "Luoyue, which one do you like to be your concubine? Do you want me to capture her for you?"

Yan Luoyue swore to the sky: "I don't like any of them, really!...Manshuang, stop laughing. Also, don't pinch Wu Ti's throat while laughing and let him provide background music for you!"

…

After a while, it was Ling Shuanghun's turn to clap his hands and sing in the circle.

As soon as Ling Shuanghun opened his mouth, Yan Luoyue laughed.

What a coincidence, the song Ling Shuanghun was singing now was the lullaby that he used to lull Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang to sleep when the three of them attended the Qianlian Conference.

"Stones beneath the ground, wood in the world.

Fire in the sky has no fixed place.

Let him wander and follow him, you and I are connected and stay together..."

While Ling Shuang's soul was singing the crane song, Wu Man Shuang's Ti Fire was struggling to free itself inch by inch from the heavy pressure of Wu Man Shuang.

As he listened to the lyrics, he suddenly felt that the scene described was somewhat familiar.

After Ling Shuanghun finished singing and left the stage, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang jumped down from the tree and greeted him.

Before Ling Shuanghun could speak, Wu Ti Fire rushed forward excitedly and flew around him.

"Chirp! What was that song you just sang?"

Ling Shuanghun looked at Wu Ti Zhi Huo with a little surprise, and recognized the crown feather on his head, it was Yan Luoyue's pink feather.

It was really strange, he had never seen a strange fire that could both speak and assemble.

Ling Shuanghun turned a page of the letter. People who knew him well would know that he was going to write a biography just for Huo Miao.

Bai He wrote quickly and patiently answered questions.

"The tune of this song is gentle and peaceful. We usually use it as a lullaby in our tribe."

Wu Ti asked, "What is it called?"

Ling Shuang's soul was full of charm and elegance, and she said calmly, "This is an unknown song, passed down from generation to generation by our Crane Clan. It is said to be the first love song in the world."

Crow's Cry Fire: "..."

When he heard the word "love song", flames suddenly burst out from his body.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Ti suddenly asked, "Have you ever been with them?"

Ling Shuanghun had great patience towards this magical pink strange fire, which was very likely to be the same pink strange fire that Yan Luoyue had once had.

He nodded, a trace of nostalgia and pride flashing across his brows.

"The three of us have been through a lot together."

“…”

As soon as this answer came out, even the voice of Crow's Cry Fire became sympathetic, empathetic, and sympathetic.

"Did you... sing this song to them before?"

Ling Shuanghun looked up blankly: "Yes."

"Or, let me help you come up with a name for this song."

Wu Ti Zhi Huo suggested seriously: "Look, this song should be called "Song of the Single Bird". Do you think it's appropriate?"

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

At this moment, Ling Shuanghun felt vaguely that he seemed to have been hinted at in some way.

After pondering for a while, Ling Shuanghun suddenly came to his senses.

He glanced at Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang carefully, and saw an unusual glow in their eyes.

These two friends have known each other since childhood. Their relationship was good before, but it seems to be even better now.

It is as if the mountains and water were dependent on each other before, but now the water surrounds the mountains and the mountains embrace the water, adding an indescribable tenderness.

Thinking of this, Ling Shuanghun suddenly realized: "Wait, Xiaoyan, Xiaowu, are you guys...?!!"

Hearing this question, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang looked at each other and smiled.

Looking at the two people's appearance and figures, Ling Shuanghun asked suspiciously: "Strange, why do I feel that you have grown up a lot in a short time?"

In the past two years, he has written letters to Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang.

But the person who replied was not the two friends, but Jiang Tingbai.

Jiang Tingbai told Ling Shuanghun in the letter that his two fellow apprentices were in seclusion.

Ling Shuanghun looked at the two of them strangely, wondering in his heart how these two people were in seclusion:

How could he grow so big in such a short time? Did he eat aging pills every day?

Yan Luoyue suddenly remembered that Ling Shuanghun was five years older than her.

She and Wu Manshuang stayed in the spirit world for seven years, but in reality only two years had passed.

In other words... hehehe, her age now might be even older than Xiaoling!

Yan Luoyue rubbed his hands excitedly and patted Ling Shuanghun's head very naturally:

"Well, I went to a world where time flows faster. About seven or eight years have passed. Come on, Xiaoling, call me sister."

Ling Shuanghun: “???”

Ling Shuanghun looked at Wu Manshuang in shock: "Little Wu, you don't care about this?"

Wu Manshuang smiled slightly and said, "Come on, call me brother."

Ling Shuanghun: "...You know what, Xiao Wu, ever since you took sides between us many years ago, I knew that you were basically finished."

After that, the three of them looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Crow's Cry Fire flew beside the three people, looked left and right for a long time, and found that this stupid crane didn't seem to pay attention to the key point.

——Compared to the news that Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang were together, he seemed to care more about being called younger brother!

There was no other way, so Wu Ti had to personally enlighten him: "Can't you see? They are together!"

"I see." Ling Shuanghun felt strange, "Why do you care so much about this?"

Crow's Crying Fire widened its eyes and chirped, "Aren't you surprised?"

"Indeed." Ling Shuanghun nodded and commented sincerely: "It's surprising that the two of them are together now."

After all, the childhood sweetheart aura between Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang had already emerged long ago.

“…”

Hearing this, the little red bean-colored flame suddenly widened its eyes: "What about me?"

Ling Shuanghun was silent.

He straightened his clothes and bowed to the Crow's Crying Fire with dignity.

"I was just about to ask, may I ask who you are...?"

——Isn't it fate that these two people are in love? Why do you care so much?!

——Look, he doesn’t care!

Everyone: “…”

Well, this is a long story...

Wu Manshuang patted Ling Shuanghun's arm, put her arm around his neck and walked to the side.

"Come with me, Xiaoling, I'll tell you a story."

When the two came back, Ling Shuanghun's expression was as if he was in a dream.

Yan Luoyue was sharp-eyed and discovered that he had changed the title of "The Legend of Yan Luoyue" to "The Legend of Luoyue Wood".

In addition, Ling Shuanghun was still adjusting the pages, as if he wanted to revise and merge "The Legend of Yan Luoyue" and "The Legend of Wu Manshuang".

…

Among the few remaining space passages to the demon world, the most stable one is in the snowy area.

After hearing about Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang's future itinerary, Ling Shuanghun was very happy to accompany them.

As a historian, he was very happy to have such an opportunity to record the customs and practices of the demon race. And as a friend, being able to provide assistance to his two good friends was what Ling Shuanghun wanted in his heart.

Without even packing her bag, Ling Shuanghun made sure she had enough writing materials and ink before turning around to say goodbye to her brother.

When Ling Shuying saw Yan Luoyue, she was obviously stunned for a moment, and it was obvious that she felt she looked very familiar.

After a moment, Brother Bai He recognized Yan Luoyue's identity with difficulty and connected her with the little girl from the Turtle Clan in his memory.

Chong Yanluoyue nodded politely, Baihe historian's forehead was burning red, and he stood there in the wind.

Then, turning around, Ling Shuying turned into a good brother who cared about his younger brother.

He helped Ling Shuanghun straighten his collar and asked in a low voice, "Brother, have you grown too short in the past few years?"

The little turtle girl who is five years younger than you has grown so much taller now!

Ling Shuanghun: "...I said she lived too long, do you believe me?"

…

After bidding farewell to his brother, the flying boat took off into the sky, heading straight for the snowy area in the north.

On the way, Ling Shuanghun made full use of his expertise as a historian and introduced the customs of the Snow Region to the two people and Yihuo in advance.

"In the Snow Region, whether mortals or cultivators, people are generally optimistic and generous. Because the environment is good at tempering one's character, there are many sword cultivators."

Yan Luoyue raised her hand and asked, "Is that space passage controlled by the Hansong Sect?"

If Hansong Sect is in charge of this matter, they can also say hello to Senior Brother Chu Tiankuo and others.

Ling Shuanghun shook his head and said, "No, the space passage is in the west, and Hansong Gate is in the east."

The primary goal of this trip is to find the fire of Wu Ti.

In that case, let's talk about the meeting when I come back.

Wu Manshuang asked, "Then who is in charge of the space channel?"

Ling Shuanghun said: "Zhan Yunxiao Sword Tun."

The next second, Wu Manshuang and Yan Luoyue looked at each other.

This down-to-earth name of the sect made them think of a person at the same time.

…

There were gusts of fierce winds above the snowy area, chilling and piercing, like swords and knives.

The wind was so strong that it was difficult for the flying boat to move forward. Everyone had no choice but to get off the flying boat and continue to move forward on foot.

During this period, they saw many swordsmen wielding their swords, bravely charging into the sky, challenging their own limits in this naturally formed trial field.

Those sword masters tore through the sky and clouds with their upright figures, like meteors rising into the sky.

Yan Luoyue secretly praised in her heart: No wonder there are so many sword cultivators in the Snow Region.

Such magnificent and icy mountains and rivers should hone fearless and iron-blooded heroes.

The three people and the fire continued to move forward. When they passed the first col they encountered, they finally encountered a sect...or, a village.

When they passed through the village, Yan Luoyue found that everyone here was wearing thick clothes.

Among them, cotton-padded clothes are the most common.

But fur is also very popular, and you can see people wrapped in beautiful mink fur from time to time.

In addition, some people also wear a dog-skin hat.

The fur coat made the already sturdy figure even more massive. Even a wild bear would hesitate before seeing it.

With a quick scan with his spiritual sense, Yan Luoyue discovered that these people were all immortal cultivators.

It's strange, immortal cultivators are immune to cold and heat, they don't feel cold when wearing thin clothes - of course, they don't feel hot when wearing thick clothes. So why do they all choose this kind of attire?

While Yan Luoyue was thinking secretly, these people also looked at them with a very strange look.

If we translate the spoken language, the meaning of his eyes is: "These people are definitely not from our village."

Wu Manshuang looked around, picked out an old man with a friendly face, and took the initiative to step forward to ask for advice.

"Excuse me, fellow Taoist, why are you wearing so many clothes?"

Hearing this question, the old man took a slow puff of his pipe.

"Little fool," he said cheerfully, "there is a kind of cold that makes you feel cold just by looking at it."

Wu Manshuang: “…”

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the reason he gave to Cen Mingxiao when he asked him to wear more clothes in the spirit world.

At that time, Wu Man Shuang must not have expected that a boomerang could be so deadly and could accomplish its mission.

Maybe, this is called - "dead clothes suddenly start attacking me".

The group traveled through mountains and snow and finally arrived at the Zhanyunxiao Sword Village. Outside the entrance of the village, Yan Luoyue saw Bu Ye.

——He was the arrogant swordsman who risked his entire fortune twice in the Silver Light Arena and was defeated by Yan Luoyue and Dui Choumian.

According to the information revealed by Wu Manshuang, when he met Bu Ye for the third time, this guy seemed to have lost his pants...

Compared to the fellow villagers he met along the way, who were wrapped tightly in three layers of clothes inside and outside, Bu Ye was not wearing much.

When the group met, Bu Ye was practicing sword with his upper body bare.

Under the thin sunlight in the snowy area, the young and strong muscles and bones were covered with a thin layer of sweat, which shone brightly.

He practiced swordplay very diligently, and when his warm naked upper body touched the cold air, a faint white mist emerged in the ice and snow, which reminded people of hot coffee in winter.

Two years later, when Bu Ye saw Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang, his eyes suddenly became complicated.

At this time, Wu Man Shuang already had the tall and upright appearance of a young man.

So even though Wu Manshuang wasn't wearing the Southern Border demon's clothes, nor was he wearing the sparrow feather makeup, Bu Ye still recognized him.

...The most important thing is that we lost so badly at that time.

At this moment, Bu Ye recalled the friendship between him and Wu Man Shuang when they fought side by side, and also recalled the heart-wrenching pain of losing everything.

“…”

The two sides greeted each other.

To show that he followed the local customs, Yan Luoyue learned and practiced, and said with concern:

"Trail friend, why don't you wear more clothes? You know, there is a kind of cold that makes me feel cold just by looking at it!"

Bu Ye has a very cold personality, but he is also very honest.

He said simply: "I lost everything."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

So, you practice swordplay shirtless because you lost your robe?

—Brother, I’ve told you long ago that there is no future in betting on dogs, why haven’t you realized it yet?

Although the memories of the past were somewhat embarrassing, it was a rare opportunity to meet old friends, so Bu Ye was happy to fulfill his role as host.

After listening to the purpose of the group's visit, Bu Ye nodded and said slowly, "I understand. Let me find my second master for you."

Yan Luoyue was confused: "...what?"

Ling Shuanghun came over and translated for Bu Ye in a low voice:

"According to the custom of the Snow Region, you can assume that Second Master is their second elder."

Because there are relatively few permanent residents in the Snow Region, they are related to each other and were all one family five hundred years ago.

Moreover, in such a cold place, isn't it allowed that people's hearts can be warmer and their words can be sweeter?

In comparison, Hansongmen, which is located relatively eastward, is a more "upstanding" sect.

The titles used in their sects, such as headmaster, elder, etc., sound more formal.

As for sects like Zhan Yun Xiao Jian Tun... you can tell from the name that they are more down-to-earth.

Anyway, we are all sword practitioners, so we won’t be picky about this kind of thing.

Under Bu Ye's leadership, everyone came to a mine.

Although the snowy region is cold and bleak, the products are quite abundant. The mine here is not only a training place for the sword cultivators in the sect, but also the spiritual ores mined during the training can be sold to the cultivation world to supplement the sect's expenses.

Yan Luoyue stood at the foot of the mine and could faintly feel that the sword aura emanating from several mines in the mountain was different, probably indicating the different identities of the practitioners.

If Jiang Tingbai were here, he would definitely be able to make a more detailed distinction.

As a swordsman, for Bu Ye to identify a specific sword energy is as easy as betting with his own trousers.

Soon, everyone, under Bu Yede's leadership, stood in front of a mine.

And then? Yan Luoyue looked at Bu Ye with a puzzled look.

Bu Ye, this aloof swordsman, cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

The next second, Bu Ye shouted into the mine: "Second Master! Someone from Guiyuan Sect is here! They want to go to the demon world! Where is your gate key?!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

Crack, crack, crack, it was as if three bolts of lightning fell from the sky, striking the three people hard and also smashing Bu Ye's aloof personal image into ash.

Although I already knew that this swordsman wasn't as aloof as he looked, his performance was really too down to earth!

Inside the mine, the sound of swords and chopping never stopped.

But the other party's answer, every word, was like a sword's edge, piercing through the winding mine wall.

Even when they fell into my ears, every word still had a sharp edge and the force of a sword.

That’s the content…tsk.

"——Key sister, stay here with me! Go find your third aunt!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ling Shuanghun very considerately translated in real time: "Third Aunt, should be the Third Elder of Jiantun."

In the mine, the slightly old voice paused for a moment, and then answered with full energy:

"——If your third aunt harms my sister, go find your old aunt!"

Ling Shuanghun continued to translate: "The old lady here is probably the great elder of Jiantun."

Yan Luoyue: “…” I understand.

I have to say that the new set of level titles established by Jiantun is quite easy to distinguish.

—Wait, wasn't her accent a bit weird?

Maybe his voice was already warmed up from yelling into the mine.

Or maybe you are at home and feel more relaxed.

Gradually, Bu Ye's aloofness eased and he started to talk a little.

He explained: "I kept quiet when I was out there so as not to be noticed."

Yan Luoyue: “???”

My friend, I don’t agree with what you said - what are you hiding?

Did you know that you were almost turned upside down by the Silver Light Arena in a double sense?

Bu Ye explained: "When I first came out of the snowy area, they knew where I came from as soon as they heard me speak. I think my sister told others about it."

Hearing this answer, Yan Luoyue covered her face helplessly.

She said sullenly, "...Maybe your origins are already written in your throat."

There is no need for complicated registration procedures, and there are no middlemen to make a profit from the price difference.

Yan Luoyue and others obtained the forbidden key to open the space channel directly from the third aunt of Jiantun.

This third aunt has a very generous personality and her behavior is extraordinary.

When Bu Ye led them to the place, the third aunt was sitting on a mat in the yard, slowly roasting corn with her own hot sword.

After inquiring about the origins of Yan Luoyue and the other two, and checking Ji Qinghong's handwritten letter with its seal, the third aunt readily let the young Taoist friends from Youzong pass.

Until they walked into the space passage and waved goodbye to Bu Ye, Yan Luoyue and the other two each held an ear of roasted corn in their hands.

Even the Crow's Cry Fire is no exception.

Since it was relatively small at the moment, Auntie found a barbecue skewer and fed it a skewer of corn kernels.

…

Everyone walked along the space passage leading to the demon world.

After eating the special flavor roasted corn, Ling Shuanghun was in a good mood and gave the two people and Yihuo some advance scientific knowledge.

He said seriously: "According to records, there are two origins of surnames in the demon world."

"One of them is to use the species as the surname - for example, the weasel is named Huang, the fox is named Hu, or the Linghu, the sheep are named Yang, and the horse are named Ma..."

"As for the other kind, it is..."

Ling Shuanghun paused slightly, then nodded and smiled at Yan Luoyue.

"For example, Xiaoyan. Your last name is Yan, and the turtles in Yunning Daze also have the last name Yan. This last name is a common last name among the monsters."

In fact, the "Yan" in Yan Luoyue is not a surname from the Gui tribe.

But before Yan Luoyue could say anything to correct them, the group had already walked out of the space passage.

Just at this moment, Yan Luoyue had just stepped out of the space passage when he felt a sharp and powerful wind blade coming towards him!

The people in the demon world are indeed tough and their reputation is well-deserved.

Yan Luoyue blinked and thought: He actually started fighting as soon as he said so. Could it be that Ji Qinghong’s previous suggestion of putting the sack on them was not just a joke?

Wu Manshuang raised her hand slightly and dissolved the wind blade that was attacking her.

For some reason, Ling Shuanghun's eyes were filled with excitement, as if he had seen a theorem recorded in a book being confirmed.

He took the initiative to ask, "May I know your name?"

The one who attacked them was a young man with blond hair and a spear in his hand. He looked very fierce and not to be trifled with.

He bared his teeth at them and said rudely, "My name is Dou Zilin!"

“——Yes, that’s it.”

Ling Shuanghun was very happy to teach the young man and give him on-the-spot explanations.

"According to the customs of the demon world, generally speaking, the races that are more adept at fighting will have the surname Dou..."

Before Bai He finished speaking, the three of them saw a cloud of dust coming up a narrow path on the mountain in the distance.

The smoke and dust were stirred up by the overly fast footsteps, and the owner, who was extremely fast, had stopped in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

She was a slim and pretty girl with smooth and powerful muscles and lively and agile features.

The little girl looked young, with healthy wheat-colored skin.

She had two furry warm brown pointed ears on her head, and was obviously a half-demon.

The little girl said clearly and pleasantly, "I noticed that the space channel was triggered, and the elders asked me to inquire about the situation."

Seeing that they were all good-looking people, totally different from those ugly monsters, she smiled, showing her fangs, and waved at them.

"Hello everyone, my name is Pao Lulu!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wait, isn't this name a bit...

Ling Shuanghun's eyes sparkled as he continued, "You see, those who are good at running are named Pao. Some bird tribes are named Fei because they can fly."

At this point, he lowered his voice, looked at the pair of pointed ears and whispered, "I guess the followers of Pao Lulu are from the Tibetan antelope tribe."

When Ling Shuanghun was speaking, the pair of furry pointed ears on Pao Lulu's head twitched twice, looking particularly cute.

Yan Luoyue felt her hands were slightly itchy.

However, the next moment, Ling Shuanghun's speculation diverted Yan Luoyue's attention.

Ling Shuanghun said, "Xiao Yan, as for why your turtle clan has the surname Yan... well, I think..."

Yan Luoyue decisively stopped him and said, "Xiao Ling, don't say anything."

Because she already understood the implication!

There is no doubt that in this place of demon world, even if the turtles want to escape, they will definitely not be able to escape.

And if we want to fight... we may not be unable to win.

Although they do have racial specialties, I have never heard of any good person with the surname "Ai Hammer"!

Isn't this just boosting others' ambitions and destroying your own prestige?

Therefore, considering various circumstances, they had no choice but to use the surname Yan.

Thinking of the great elder of the Turtle Clan, Yan Luoyue touched the tip of his nose and thought: Good fellow, it turns out that the surname "Yan" of the Turtle Clan means "Listen to me and I will tell you slowly."

Just then, Dou Zilin came with a spear in his hand, pointed at them from a distance, and asked about the three men's origins with a fighting spirit.

"Who are you and why did you activate this space channel that has been vacant for a long time?"

Yan Luoyue said slowly: "About - our - ethnic - origin -, - you - guess - ah - "

Dou Zilin: “…”