Chapter 161 Emei Swordsman
The sun sets in the west, and every moment that passes, it becomes a moment darker.
When the two returned to Chengdu from Dashi Temple, it was already dawn.
However, the noise of the city continued, and lights were lit one after another. A yellowish halo gently spread. Looking towards the mountain city, it seemed as if a small star cluster was quietly emerging from the ground.
They entered the city, dodged a group of escorts and horses that were passing by in a hurry, and then stepped onto the left side of the road. They happened to see a food shop with lights on.
It gives people a warm feeling that the lights are lit for them.
After leaving the ancient village of Bameng, Zhou Yi had only drunk a few sips of mountain spring water on the way and was very hungry. Without waiting to return to the Sichuan Gang, he found an empty table and sat down.
Shi Qingxuan was more familiar with the situation and asked the waiter to order the food.
There weren't many customers, so the food came quickly.
This is an old shop that specializes in fresh Jinjiang cuisine, especially fish.
The rice was served in bamboo tubes, and the fish on the plate was just a simple, homely dish, nothing extravagant. There were several crucian carp, each about the length of a chopstick, no wider than a palm. But their bodies were flat and white, indicating they were top-quality crucian carp.
The chef is quite skilled in cooking. The meat is tender, loose and very smooth.
Zhou Yi dipped the food in the soup and ate it with gusto.
Shi Qingxuan had lived in Bashu for many years and did not find the taste new. She just ate some casually and then looked at the short flute she brought out from Dashi Temple, occasionally glancing at Zhou Yifei.
After entering the city, I seemed to be immersed in the comfortable atmosphere.
Her mind was calm, so she asked about everything she had been curious about in the past few days.
For example, the Yin-Yang medium, the soul-refining network, and the reason why Shili Kuang was looking for him to drink.
Zhou Yi ate while talking, he just casually talked about those things related to martial arts, and then brought up the story of Shili Kuang and Dapengju.
After listening to the whole thing, although Shi Qingxuan was immersed in this past of the martial arts world, what she was more interested in was not the friendship between the heroes of the wine country, but the white porcelain cup.
"I've been at Qingzhu Cottage for a while, and I only know that Longxinghe has good wines like Pitong, Jiannan Shaochun, and Litchi Green, but I've never heard of drinking by the cup like this."
"It's nothing special, just a little fun."
Shi Qingxuan couldn't help but ask, "What kind of cup should be used to drink Pitong wine?"
"That's easy too."
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Give me some wine and I'll tell you."
Glancing at the girl who had stopped talking, Zhou Yi generously took out a piece of Chang Shumou's golden shield.
"Sir, this girl already knows how to do the accounting."
Unfortunately, this piece of gold has not been spent yet.
After leaving the food store, they went straight back to the Sichuan Gang.
When they arrived at the headquarters door, Fan Zhuo, who had heard the news, came up and asked about the Ba League.
After learning from Zhou Yi about the promise made by the four leaders of the Qiang, Yao, Miao and Yi tribes, Fan Zhuo felt relieved.
"I've been with them for a long time and know their personalities. Although these four are xenophobic, they are all people who keep their promises. With the support of our two families, no matter what the attitude of the Three Councils of Supremacy is, the Grand Commander will definitely not suffer any loss in Shu County."
When Fan Zhuo heard the news about the Ba League, he immediately pounded his chest loudly.
"The time of the parliament hasn't changed."
"No, there's still about a month and a half left, and..."
Fan Zhuo changed the subject and quickly talked about another piece of news: "Just the day before yesterday, I received a message from the old Sect Master Zhou of the Coffin Palace."
"What did you say?"
"He said he would come to our gang headquarters a few days before the parliament."
Although he had confidence in Zhou Yi, Fan Zhuo's tone was still a little heavy.
After all, the stereotype of the Coffin Palace is too deep.
Facing the Coffin Palace, even Du Zun Fort could only retreat and stay put, let alone others.
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said:
"Don't worry, Boss Fan. This is most likely just a test, and it's not aimed at you. The three major forces of Bashu are holding a council meeting in Duzun Castle. If he chooses this time, Boss Jie will be nervous."
After that, Zhou Yi told him about the inside story of Bameng and Dashi Temple:
"Alliance Leader Feng and the others have also heard my speculation that the one who attacked the Ba Alliance might be Heavenly Monarch Xi Ying. This person comes from the Destroying Path, but the martial arts he displayed are somewhat different from what I heard."
"He was the mortal enemy of the previous abbot of Dashi Temple, the great and holy monk. I immediately went to Dashi Temple to investigate."
"But the temple is full of Tuyuhun masters. Although I have never met one of them, I know he is a formidable figure just by listening to the wind."
Fan Zhuo frowned:
"I've heard of Tuyuhun Prince Fuqian, a master of the younger generation. This clan has many top-notch fighters, but I've never heard of anyone even respected by the Grand Commander. Could it be Xi Ying, the devil, collaborating with Tuyuhun?"
Zhou Yi did not respond directly:
"During the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Murong Chui of the Northern Tyrant Spear mastered it to the limits of the human body. Tuyuhun King Murong Fuyun must have inherited his legacy, which is why he trained so many elite soldiers. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the Fuying Spear lineage to produce so many masters."
Fan Zhuo thought about it and was more willing to trust Zhou Yi's judgment:
"Shu County has never seen so many masters emerge. I'm afraid that this time, the Duzun Fort Council will cause a big chaos."
Zhou Yi comforted:
"In terms of manpower, no one in Shu County can match the three of you. Gang Leader Fan only needs to discuss and arrange things in advance with Alliance Leader Feng. No matter how big the chaos in Jianghu gets, we won't let those with ulterior motives succeed in disrupting Bashu."
The two chatted for a few more sentences, and Zhou Yi took the opportunity to mention that he was going to look for Yuan Tiangang.
When I got back to my home, I was about to rest.
Hou Xibai, whom he hadn't seen for several days, knocked on his window.
These days, he went to Du Zun Castle and learned more about what was happening inside the castle.
"Following Venerable Dixin, Master Daoxin also came to Duzun Castle, and soon, Master Jiaxiang will also be here."
Zhou Yi saw his frightened expression and immediately responded, "Shi Zhixuan is here?"
"Yes, Master Shi appeared in Bashu, but I don't know where he is."
Hou Xibai said with a hint of meaning: "Brother Zhou, you must be careful when you are with Miss Shi. There is a high probability that Master Shi will come looking for you."
Seeing Zhou Yi lost in thought without answering, he shook his fan, glanced outside, and whispered with half his face hidden:
"Master Shi's feelings towards his daughter are unpredictable. In his eyes, you must be a dangerous person."
"Just kidding, how could I be dangerous?"
Zhou Yi changed the subject: "What has the Duzun Castle been doing recently?"
"Xie Hui is gathering the manpower in Duzun Fort and even sent people to invite Taoist Master Yuan Tiangang."
"Is the pressure that great?"
"No, he probably wanted to test Yuan Tiangang's attitude, because the butler sent from Duzun Castle brought a very special letter."
Hou Xibai waved his folding fan lightly: "This letter is from Ning Sanren."
Zhou Yi's eyes were deep: "It seems that he is not as simple as an evil king."
"By the way, where is the Saint?"
"It's rare to see Miss Shi. She has been in Du Zun Castle for a long time, but she spends most of her time practicing behind closed doors."
Hou Xibai said in a teasing tone: "I met the Saint once, but unfortunately, she didn't ask about Brother Zhou."
Zhou Yi revealed a look of disappointment and melancholy: "I am on the opposite side of Cihang Jingzhai. I think the Saint Lady sees me as an enemy."
"Don't be sad."
Hou Xibai patted his arm gently: "Just like you said, love has always been full of regrets. There are countless beautiful sights in the world. Just appreciating them can make people happy. Why do we have to own them?"
He smiled freely, showing the unique romantic and unrestrained temperament of the Huajian School.
As the saying goes, you can pass through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on you.
This is exactly the romantic style of a wealthy young man, which is full of elegance.
At this moment, another clear voice sounded outside:
"Hou Xibai, Hou Xibai~!"
Boss Fan’s beautiful daughter quickly came over, grabbed Hou Xibai’s arm and pulled him out.
"Brother Hou, love has always been full of regrets. Remember this."
Fan Caiqi turned around and glared at him, with a hint of blame in her voice, and said in a delicate voice, "Grand Commander, what are you talking about?"
Hou Xibai wanted to stay and chat with Zhou Yi for a while.
But it still can't match the enthusiasm of the girl from Bashu.
Zhou Yi stood at the door and saw the girl in blue standing by the window not far away. He walked closer and saw that she was flipping through the music score.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that Zhou Yi stopped talking.
"Shi Zhixuan has appeared in Bashu. Do you still want to go to Meishan County with me?"
Hearing the name Shi Zhixuan, Shi Qingxuan's eyebrows slightly furrowed. When she looked up at Zhou Yi, her gaze lingered on his face for a few moments.
"Do you dare to join me?"
Zhou Yi looked straight ahead and said, "Why not?"
Shi Qingxuan's worry disappeared: "Okay, then I will go with you. I also want to visit Taoist Yuan."
Zhou Yi returned to the Sichuan Gang's headquarters for only one day's rest. He had something on his mind and had no desire to visit Chengdu.
Then he went to look for fellow Taoist Yuan Tiangang and headed towards Meishan County.
Walk out of the city towards Shuangliu in the southwest, where the terrain is flat.
After crossing Xinjin Ferry, you enter the Minjiang River Basin, where land and water intersect.
When we arrived at Guwuyang and Qingshen, the scenery changed a lot. There were more farmlands and shallow hills on both sides of the flat road.
As you approach the Emei Mountain area, the mountain road becomes steeper.
Fortunately, the two of them were very good at lightness skills, so stepping on branches and grass was no problem for them. They were not afraid of the bears, tigers and wild beasts on the mountain and could climb the mountain at will.
On the fifth day, they passed by the market town at the foot of the mountain, bought some dry food, and followed the directions of several woodcutters carrying firewood to find a shortcut.
There are many thorns along the way, and the grass is occasionally up to the waist.
This was not an obstacle, but a sudden heavy rain forced them to a broken viewpoint on a cliff.
This viewpoint is not big. It is built on a steep cliff and supported by piled wood. It looks breathtaking from a distance and can be compared with the trestle bridge on the ancient Shu Road.
There is only a narrow and steep rocky path around, and those who are not brave enough dare not climb it.
When they went up to the temple, the rain got heavier.
The green bamboos and trees around were hit with a loud clattering sound.
However, he did not expect that there was a lot of dry firewood piled up in this dilapidated temple, as well as daily necessities. There was even a pool of ashes on the ground, which was left not long ago.
"Let's wait until the rain stops before we go."
"Well, this place is not far from Taoist Yuan's residence. We can get there in a day or two."
Shi Qingxuan avoided a leaky tile and stood at the door of the Taoist temple, looking out. Seeing the rain falling in lines, he knew that the rain would not stop for a while.
Looking back, Zhou Yi was picking up dry firewood and was about to start a fire next to the original fire.
She went over to help and quickly got the fire going.
Shi Qingxuan's clothes were a little wet, and the parts close to her skin were white, revealing some beautiful scenery of the world. She leaned towards the fire to dry her clothes.
His eyes occasionally glanced at the young man beside him.
After he made the fire, he suddenly closed his eyes and meditated, unaware of the outside world, as if he had become one with the Taoist temple.
At first, Shi Qingxuan thought he was a gentleman and did it on purpose.
Gradually I discovered that he was getting into the right state through practicing martial arts.
His movements remained unchanged until dark.
The rain gradually became lighter, and later it was as thin as cow hair. Zhou Yi heard some noises but ignored them.
During his time in the Bameng League, he studied the spiritual mind network for a long time.
He has gained a very deep understanding of refining the spirit in the acupoints and the unity of the primordial spirit and primordial energy.
After heading south from Chengdu, I watched the mountains and rivers along the way, and encountered this mountain rain. I felt that my inspiration was nourished and stimulated, and a great sense of peace emerged in my heart.
After a crisp "pop" sound came from the fire.
Zhou Yi opened his eyes from meditation. His clothes had already dried, but he saw Shi Qingxuan still warming herself by the fire.
Beside her were some dry food and lots of fresh, bright red raspberries.
“Where did you pick this from?”
"There are many more beside the stream on the left side of the Taoist temple."
Zhou Yi ate a few, they tasted sour and sweet.
Shi Qingxuan stared at him intently. "I see that you have no worries in your mind and have entered a state of concentration while practicing Qigong. This is a very rare state of mind for practicing Qigong. Do you want to stay here? The matter in Chengdu is not urgent and will take several days. The search for the Sichuan Gang in the Coffin Palace will also take a month."
Zhou Yi had this idea already, but he didn't expect her to bring it up first.
So he said seriously, "This place is quite far from the market town, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for you."
"This is not much different from my stay at Youlin Cottage, except that there's someone else by my side."
The girl pursed her lips and smiled, then added:
"That's not right. You're silent while you practice, so I can treat you like a wooden stake. I'm still alone, enjoying the spring scenery of Mount Emei for a few days. It's not inconvenient at all."
Zhou Yi picked a bad fruit and said casually: "Actually, there are some differences."
"For example, if you were in Youlin Cottage, you would be forced to go to Chengdu, but not here."
Shi Qingxuan smiled slightly and stopped responding to him.
After Zhou Yi finished eating the wild fruits and dry food, he began to meditate again.
This Taoist temple is not big. Apart from the small hall at the entrance, there is only one simple room that is barely habitable.
Fortunately, people in the martial arts world have internal energy to protect their bodies, so sleeping in the open air and working under the stars are nothing to them.
However, no matter how calm Shi Qingxuan was, she couldn't help but feel a little strange in her heart.
Judging from the man's behavior, she wasn't worried that he would break in. However, being alone with her, no matter how much they talked, it was still completely different from the small valley she had lived in before.
This night, for the first time, she was unable to calm down and fell asleep with confused thoughts.
In her dream, she saw two people fighting fiercely. One was a handsome young man in white, and the other was an evil middle-aged scholar.
The two fought fiercely on the high cliff, and finally fell off the cliff together.
Shi Qingxuan was startled awake, and when she opened her eyes, it was already dawn.
For the next few days, she was very comfortable in the mountains.
He would pick raspberries along the stream, occasionally hunt some wild game, or cut down a few water bamboos to make bamboo flutes. More often, he would watch the young man in white practice martial arts.
Zhou Yi gradually changed from a meditative posture to sword practice.
If it was an ordinary martial artist practicing martial arts, no matter how advanced it was, Shi Qingxuan would not remain interested.
However, Zhou Yi's Qinggong was very advanced. When he practiced swordsmanship on the cliff, he was wandering in the air, which was a kind of artistic beauty. In addition, his swordsmanship was so light that he often could not see the blade, but only heard the sound of the sword.
The sound echoed in the valley, harmonizing with the rushing stream, like a natural and light Emei tune like the sound of flowing mountains and rivers.
She was leisurely and immersed in it.
But one day, an accident almost happened.
She followed the stream and found a clear stone pool above the Taoist temple. At first, she only bathed her feet in the pool. Later, one day when the sunlight was very bright, she took off her clothes and bathed in the pool water.
Who would have thought that Zhou Yi was completely unaware of this and was climbing up the cliff using light skills and was about to get closer.
I had to speak out in a hurry to scare him away.
When the last full moon of spring set over Mount Emei, the sword energy in the mountain ceased and was sheathed.
The two left the dilapidated Taoist temple and continued heading southwest.
Another day later.
Zhou Yi stood on a high peak and looked into the distance.
All I could see were the undulating outlines of the mountains, wrapped in clouds of varying thickness, sometimes appearing majestic, sometimes disappearing in the vast expanse of blue and white.
Shi Qingxuan's gaze was looking down.
Houses, villages and towns are not far away.
She pointed downwards and said, "It's just down the mountain."
"Well, let's go."
Zhou Yi felt happy, and his words were more generous.
Shi Qingxuan also heard it and said with a smile: "The Grand Commander is very happy. It seems that his swordsmanship has improved."
"Not bad, a little progress."
He was practicing sword on Mount Emei. At this moment, he was like those mythical Emei swordsmen who, after achieving their mission, came down the mountain and returned to the human world. Seeing the ordinary people in the city, he felt a sense of joy in his heart.
Such a good mood is very rare.
The path down the mountain is extremely steep.
Some time ago, a dragon rolled over here, shaking down rocks. After a heavy rain washed the rocks, the rock wall became like a mirror.
The path down the mountain that they found temporarily was such that no one would dare to go down it unless they were highly skilled in lightness skills.
After descending the steep cliff, they came to a wide road, and passers-by couldn't help but look at them.
The locals were familiar with the route and just glanced at them.
Seeing them finding a dangerous way down the mountain so calmly, I thought they were no ordinary people.
Ahead is Hongdu Market, and there is a row of tea stalls before entering the market.
Zhou Yi and Shi Qingxuan walked onto the main road and went straight to the teahouse. Many of the martial artists inside glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally.
The tea shed was quite simple, with a few bamboo poles supporting the roof. The walls were drafty and only a few straw mats were used to block out the wind and rain.
On the mud ground, a small three-legged clay stove was burning with red charcoal fire. On the stove, a large coarse earthenware pot was bubbling with white steam, making the bitter tea aroma in the shed even more intense.
The atmosphere in the teahouse seemed a little strange, and Zhou Yi looked inside.
There were five people sitting at the tea table in the center, four burly men and a bearded old man.
The four men were panting and hunching their backs, but the old man stood straight as a pine tree, with a scar on his right arm and blood soaking his green cloth robe.
He was breathing slowly, and each breath was accompanied by a slight and orderly pulsation in his temples.
It can be seen that he is a master who has practiced internal skills for many years.
However, the five people, including the old man, were facing a powerful enemy.
At the table next to them, four people lowered their eyes, said nothing, and concentrated on slowly wiping the tips of their spears with a piece of plain white cotton cloth.
These four people just happened to block their retreat.
Some guests sensed that the atmosphere was not right and left the teahouse to watch the show.
"Look at the jade pendant on the old man's waist. They are from Duzun Castle."
Shi Qingxuan gathered the sounds into lines.
Zhou Yi found an empty table outside and glanced at the jade pendant as he sat down.
He was not as knowledgeable as Shi Qingxuan, and failed to recognize the sign of Duzun Fort.
"Hey, man, give me some good tea."
"Yes, yes," the waiter said, tongue-tied, "Sir, please wait a moment."
He was hesitating whether to pick up the teapot next to the gunman.
Suddenly, smoke and dust rose up on the road.
The eyes of several people in Duzun Castle lit up, expecting that it was their own helpers.
“Shhhhhhh——!”
A burst of rapid and arrogant horse neighing suddenly tore the silence of the tea stall, followed by a chaotic and heavy sound of horse hooves, which came from far away like a sudden rain and slammed heavily on the ground.
There were a few brave tea drinkers in the shed, but now they were like frightened rabbits. They dropped a few copper coins in panic and ran away with their necks shrunk.
The waiter no longer dared to take the tea and hid away.
Apart from the two gangs confronting each other, only Zhou Yi and Shi Qingxuan were watching the show nearby.
However, the people in the other tea stalls did not leave.
Including some passers-by, they were all pointing and talking from a distance.
People in the underworld love to watch the fun, so how could they miss such a good show?
“Hahahaha~!!”
The sound of horse hooves was followed by loud laughter. A dozen burly men rushed in like a whirlwind, and a smell of blood and alcohol hit them in the face.
The leader was as tall and strong as an iron tower, with a face full of thorny beard and a dark red scar on his left cheek that ran diagonally down to his jaw.
Many people recognized him as the notorious leader of the Black Wind Village, the "Bloody Evil" Lei Biao from Qionglai Mountain.
He also held a long spear in his hand.
"Zheng Zong, you old scoundrel killed so many of my brothers last time. It would have been fine if you just stayed in Duzun Castle, barely surviving, but you actually dared to come out and die."
The leader of the Lei Biao village was very proud.
The old man from Du Zun Fort snorted coldly, "How can a loser who only knows how to hide in the snowy mountains on the plateau show off his power?"
The four men who were cleaning their guns and not talking said at this time:
"Don't talk too much, kill first."
When Zhou Yi heard his unfamiliar Chinese, he immediately thought of the Tuyuhun people.
As soon as the voice came out, the people around immediately took action.
Under such circumstances, the old man surnamed Zheng would not even have a chance to escape.
The moment when the two sides' weapons clashed.
Three of the five people from Duzun Fort were injured. When Lei Biao stabbed him with a spear, the old man surnamed Zheng blocked the attack before he could regain his strength in order to save his companion. He was immediately thrown back by the huge force, knocking down three wooden tables along the way and falling to the ground.
He quickly got up, and Lei Biao's spear attacked again.
It was a situation where he was doomed to die, but unexpectedly Lei Biao suddenly put away his gun and returned to defend.
Although the old man surnamed Zheng was injured, his eyesight was not bad. He glanced sideways and saw that the young man in white clothes next to him made a slight movement. This Lei Biao was a vicious and cunning man, so he put away his gun because he was afraid that he would launch a sneak attack.
Taking advantage of this gap, the other four men from Duzun Castle came over with injuries.
Old Zheng took another breath of true energy.
But, it is only a temporary survival.
Lei Biao's eyes flashed towards the young man and woman, and he smiled grimly.
"Boy, you dare to meddle in my affairs. You must die today. I will take your pretty lady back to the village."
He tested it with words, and it worked.
The pretty lady looked at the young man, and the young man looked at her for the first time.
At that moment, Lei Biao saw a pair of extremely calm eyes.
But beneath that calmness lies a chill that freezes everything, enough to make even the most ferocious beast feel the chill deep in its bones.
This made his arrogant laughter stop abruptly, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat.
The flesh on his face twitched unconsciously, and the scar became even more glaringly red. An extreme alertness to danger, derived from the instinct of a wild animal, suddenly seized him.
However, the murderous aura and tyrannical nature of his companions immediately overwhelmed that warning sign.
"What are you looking at? You're looking for death!"
With a roar of rage and shame, Lei Biao thrust his spear forward suddenly. With a flash of spear light and a sharp sound of breaking wind, he chopped down towards Zhou Yi's head!
The force of the spear was so powerful that it seemed to split the man and the table into two halves!
At the moment when the tip of the gun was less than half a foot away from his head——
Zhou Yi moved.
There was no earth-shaking momentum, and the action even seemed a little understated.
He was still sitting on the creaking bench, but he casually raised his left hand, which was holding the scabbard, so quickly that only a blurry white afterimage was left.
"clang!"
A deafening sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out!
A faint halo rippled above the scabbard, completely dissolving the force of the spear.
Lei Biao was astonished, and at the same time, he poured all his strength into his arms. His knotted muscles bulged, and the gun body kept bending due to the huge force, making a low humming sound.
However, the hand holding the scabbard was as steady as a mountain and did not move at all.
A ripple of true energy appeared on the scabbard, and an overwhelming recoil force came along the gun body, making Lei Biao's palm numb and the blood in his chest surge.
"He's one of the thief Zheng's gang. Come on, chop him up!"
Lei Biao's eyes were red and he roared wildly.
The surrounding villains woke up as if from a dream, roaring and drawing their weapons. The flashes of swords and shadows intertwined into a web of death, rushing towards Zhou Yi from all directions.
The sound of breaking wind and roaring were mixed together.
All kinds of true energy have almost reached Zhou Yi.
At this critical moment,
Zhou Yi's right hand, which had been resting on the tea table, grasped the hilt of the sword for the first time.
“Zheng——!”
The sound of a sword rang out, almost piercing through the clouds and splitting the rocks, and resounded all around.
A fiery red light suddenly burst out from the scabbard, and at that moment, the sword energy that had originally separated from its spirit was shattered.
With the integration of a substantial spirit, the vital energy and the primordial spirit merged, achieving an unprecedented state of sword energy flowing in unison.
The Kan water sword energy and the Li fire sword energy, under this great power of combining and dividing and dividing and combining again, achieved the perfect state of Kan and Li.
Most ordinary sword energies are colorless, but Lou Guan's Lihuo sword energy can transform the Kanli sword energy into a flying flame.
Zhou Yi slashed down with his sword, and the sword light burst out. The light flowed, as if it absorbed all the dim light in the tea shed, leaving only these flying fireflies.
The air temperature rose suddenly and all the fires in the shed became very bright.
Lei Biao, the big thief from Qionglai Mountain, had a completely frozen expression on his face, which turned into boundless horror and despair.
His frantically retreating figure looked as small as an insect under the reflection of the fiery sword light!
The sword energy was much faster than him, and instantly penetrated his body's protective true qi and flesh.
The burly body suddenly stiffened, all vitality was drained away, and the light in his eyes was instantly extinguished.
“Ah~~!”
The screams came one after another, but were cut off in an instant.
The sword energy and sword aura can be dissolved by spreading out the true energy, but compared to the continuity of the sword energy, the sword aura is straight forward, fierce and dense, and the difference in strength can only be determined in an instant.
Either the person dies or the sword energy is broken.
It's a pity
Including the four fierce men who were cleaning their guns, their true strength was far behind Zhou Yi's.
So that all kinds of palm winds and gun winds were all penetrated.
In addition, there were many people standing in the tea stall, and the flaming sword energy covered all the other fifteen villains.
“Clang clang clang!”
The sound of weapons falling came one after another, followed by corpses falling in all directions.
The fiery light in the tea shed disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared.
The long sword in Zhou Yi's hand had quietly returned to its sheath at some point.
The hilt of the sword was warm and slightly cool to the touch, as if the earth-shattering killing just now was just a hazy dream for others.
The onlookers around the tea stall were stunned.
Zheng Zong, the steward of Duzun Castle, and four guards of the castle all stood where they were, not daring to move, their eyes fixed on the corpses on the ground.
They had been in the Du Zun Castle for such a long time, but had never seen swordsmanship with such terrifying lethality!
The spring breeze seemed to dare to flow again at this moment, picking up the broken grass on the ground, swirling and passing over the corpses that were still bleeding.
The strong smell of blood hung heavy inside and outside the tea shed, and the thatched roof made a slight rustling sound in the wind, which made the silence even more pronounced.
"Hey, man, give me some good tea."
A calm voice broke the silence.
The owner of the tea shop kicked the waiter on the butt, and the waiter rolled out from under a tea table.
"Yes, yes!" the waiter said quickly, "J-Jiang Xia, your tea is here."
He was so frightened that when he went to get the teapot from the stove, his left leg tripped over his right leg and he fell flat on his face with a thud.
Seeing this, the stunned people outside burst into laughter.
Butler Zheng of Duzun Castle was even quicker. He rushed out, picked up the teapot, and poured a bowl of tea for Zhou Yi and Shi Qingxuan respectively.
The tea was boiling hot and steaming.
But everyone saw that the young man in white seemed not to be afraid of the heat at all and drank from the bowl.
Some people reacted and realized that he came down from Mount Emei.
It is said that there is a master hidden in Mount Emei, whose martial arts are unparalleled and he is a first-class sword immortal.
The swordsmanship just now was something no one had ever heard of.
At this time, he was seen drinking boiling water in big gulps. Perhaps he had an iron throat, a silver stomach, and a golden intestine. This was not unusual for a strange person.
After Zhou Yi finished drinking, he reached out to touch Shi Qingxuan's tea bowl.
The girl was surprised and drank her tea again.
The smell of blood was too strong around him, so he just drank some hot tea and left.
"I am Zheng Zong, the steward of Duzun Castle. Thank you for saving my life!"
"No need."
Zhou Yi said casually: "You go and pay for the tea."
How can two bowls of tea be worth five lives? Zheng Zong wanted to say something more, but the man and woman in front of him were already walking out of the tea stall, obviously not taking the kindness of Duzun Castle seriously.
"yes."
He had no choice but to respond and throw some change on the table.
As soon as Zhou Yi left, the onlookers swarmed over to check the bodies of the bandits from Qionglai Mountain.
"The first, second, and third leaders of Black Wind Village all died here!"
"What kind of swordsmanship is this, so domineering?!"
"There are so many people, and many of them are top-notch masters. Even if Lei Biao was killed by the sword head-on, it shouldn't be difficult for the others to block the scattered sword energy. How could they all die in the blink of an eye?"
A swordsman from Fuling hugged his sword and said:
"When he unleashed his sword just now, the sword energy turned into fiery rainbows. I was closer to the tea stall and felt sweat all over. This was no ordinary sword energy. I'm afraid he must be the sword immortal from Mount Emei."
An old man from the Bashu world laughed heartily:
"Everyone says that the best swordsman in the world is Master Yijian Fu Cailin. I don't think that's entirely true. It's just that Fu Cailin has never set foot in Bashu."
Some people also expressed doubt:
"Judging from his appearance and attire, he looks very much like the Jianghuai Governor who recently arrived in Chengdu."
"No way, isn't Grand Commander Zhou in the Sichuan Gang?"
A martial arts expert laughed and said, "It's most likely General Zhou. I've heard that he's a dashing and affectionate man. A few days ago, when he was in the Ba League, I heard he was accompanied by a beautiful lady. Now that I see him, it's a perfect match."
"Two years ago, outside Qingliu City, the Demon Sect's Grandmaster Zuo Youxian was defeated with a single sword strike. At the time, many people in Bashu didn't believe it. But after witnessing the Grand Commander's swordsmanship this time, I'm afraid no one will dare to question it anymore."
“…”
There was a lot of commotion near the tea stall, and several people from Duzun Castle reacted.
Butler Zheng slapped his thigh and thought to himself that he had felt a sense of familiarity just now, and now he finally understood.
The Grand Commander is here, he must be looking for Yuan Tiangang.
"Let's go, let's catch up."
The few people from Du Zunbao briefly treated their injuries, rushed out of the crowd, and chased in the direction Zhou Yi had left.
"What kind of swordsmanship was that just now?"
On the way to Hongduji, Shi Qingxuan looked at the person next to him with curiosity.
"It's the sword energy of the Louguan Sect. You should know the true teachings of the Taoist Ancestor. Their founder, the old Taoist Changmei, was only at this level."
"Great." She praised sincerely.
"Actually, I think it's not enough. I was slow to draw my sword just now."
"Why?"
"If I could go back in time, I wouldn't have given them the chance to enter the tea shed."
"Then why?"
Zhou Yi said slowly, "This way, the thief won't have a chance to speak, and Miss Shi won't hear those unpleasant dirty words."
"Well, there are many people like this in the martial arts world. Why bother to get angry with them? Grand Commander, there is no need to comfort me for this."
The girl spoke in a clear voice, sounding nonchalant, but as she turned her face slightly away, her hair ruffled by the spring breeze, her jewel-like eyes couldn't help but smile.
…
(End of this chapter)
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