The old cat chased the mouse, but failed to catch it (1)
The movement speed of the artifact is enough to tear through time and space.
Therefore, even if Song Liubai had reached the Mahayana stage, it would be difficult for him to keep up.
But in just a few blinks of an eye, there was no trace of the magic sword that was said to be the second best in the world.
Song Liubai naturally did not dare to relax. Now that the sword had been drawn, he must not take it lightly.
It’s because this sword means something more than just to him.
After that person died, he searched for his soul like a madman, but found that there was no perception of that person in the world anymore. So he practiced every day, practicing what people called evil methods, just to find traces of that person's reincarnation.
It's just ridiculous.
This only made his inner demons worse, until 'finding Xiao Cha' became his obsession.
Song Liubai's palm under his sleeve gradually clenched into a fist, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and he was trembling imperceptibly.
Yes, he was afraid. What if the person he found today was not the one he had been thinking about? What if the Demon-Slaying Sword was traveling this time just to find its next owner? Then the only thing in the world that belonged to Xiao Cha would disappear just like that. He couldn't imagine how devastated he would be.
When Song Liubai was distracted.
A spiritual bird flew over the sea of clouds and followed Song Liubai.
Song Liubai reached out and grabbed the spirit bird, took the letter from its feet, quickly scanned a few lines of words, and put it into the space bag.
It turned out that the second best swordsman in the world had been dispatched, and not only the Liuli Sect was alarmed, but several other legitimate sects also knew about it, and even the demon clan was now making moves.
"The undercurrent is stirring, and some restless creature has appeared."
Song Liubai narrowed his eyes.
It was late at night, and the flow of information was so strong that someone must be fanning the flames.
After a while, a person flashed through his mind.
That was Nangong Ye, the leader of Liuli Sect, who ordered his men to "beat" him today.
Nangong Ye is planning to completely break off relations with Yinghua Pavilion. How ridiculous! He doesn't realize that this will only accelerate the decline of his own sect.
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The other side.
Bai Changqing stared at the two brothers in front of him with a playful smile in his eyes, and waved his hand helplessly: "How dare a mere mortal become an enemy of the demon race?"
"Never mind."
Bai Changqing exhaled slowly, his eyebrows lowered, thinking about the past few months, all the major sects have been secretly working to capture him.
The spiritual power that had just revealed its true form was causing fluctuations. It was believed that it would not be long before this small village would be surrounded by the immortals.
Bai Changqing thought about the offense he had committed in the past. He was in an awkward situation now. Huai Zusu had become king, and the demon clan could not go back - but he still had a place to go.
He is the former demon god, who is said to have fallen and is now blocked in the far south, but it is not impossible to hide there.
But before that.
Perhaps he still lacks two slaves.
Bai Changqing wanted to end the battle quickly, so he bit his fingertips, drew a few talismans in the air, and then flashed towards them.
Xiao Cha, who had been inexplicably contracted last time, was very experienced at this time. He hurriedly pushed Xiao Song aside.
But when Xiao Cha dodged, he accidentally forced himself into a corner.
Xiao Cha sighed helplessly, and kept reciting the Demon-Slaying Sword in his heart, hoping that it would arrive soon.
Perhaps what you think in your heart will be achieved.
Just when Bai Changjian's finger was about three fingers away from Xiao Cha's eyebrows, a dazzling sword light flashed across the dark sky, blood-red in color, stirring up the resentment around and flew straight towards here.
However, in just a few blinks of an eye, the Demon-Slaying Sword approached Xiao Cha's position.
It was agile and stood in front of Bai Changqing, with the tip of its sword facing him.
Bai Changqing saw the sword clearly in front of him, which was only three centimeters away from his pupils. His pupils suddenly shrank in disbelief, "Demon-Slaying Sword! How could it be!"
"you……"
Bai Changqing raised his head, and the figure of the mortal in his mind slowly overlapped with the young man in front of him.
Obviously, their facial features and heights were not similar, but for some reason, he felt as if he was in a fairyland from more than ten years ago, with the young man pointing a sword at him.
Bai Changqing felt his heart beating rapidly, perhaps this was the excitement of meeting a substitute to replace hatred.
"Who are you?"
Bai Changqing's face darkened instantly, and he questioned in a sinister tone.
Xiao Cha glanced at Xiao Song and thought absentmindedly that he couldn't lose his identity now. The system wanted him to embark on the path of counterattack in the original novel, but now this body had neither cultivation nor background. If it was exposed, it would probably be the demon clan that would come to him tomorrow.
"I'm just an ordinary villager from Qinyuan Village. Why should you worry about me so much?"
Xiao Cha said as he swept the sword in his hand horizontally, thereby completely distanced himself from Bai Changqing, and then he slowly said again: "Young Master, if you don't leave, it won't be this sword that will remain with you later."
Bai Changqing naturally knew that his cultivation was no longer at its peak and he would definitely be at a disadvantage when compared with the Demon-Slaying Sword that came with a hundred-year-old sword spirit.
He gritted his teeth and memorized the face of the young man in front of him. He was defeated twice by the man holding the Demon-Slaying Sword. He was determined to be his mortal enemy.
Before leaving, he made a harsh remark.
Bai Changqing gritted his teeth and said, "No matter who you are, I will not let you go. You'd better run away and hide well today, otherwise you won't be able to escape next time."
Xiao Cha was naturally not frightened.
He had long since ignored this kind of threat and was just thinking that what Bai Changqing had just said did make sense.
The current plot is eighteen years behind the original novel. In order to complete the plot, one has to keep up with the cultivation progress of the protagonist of the original novel - the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
To practice cultivation, one must enter a sect. The Demon-Slaying Sword is too conspicuous in one's hand and must not be carried around.
Xiao Cha looked at the sword in his hand, then decisively threw it aside.
Xiao Cha walked towards Xiao Song, lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong and said, "Brother, I..."
"No matter how weird you are, you are still my brother."
Xiao Song had expected this, and he stroked his head with his hand, regretting that he was incapable of cleaning up this mess for his brother. He stared at the sword and asked, "It just so happens that we haven't left this mountain village in all these years. If we can't afford to offend the people provoked by this sword, can't we just hide from them? Brother, we'll leave soon."
After what happened tonight, Xiao Song wanted to leave even more.
Now this sword is like a catalyst, just bringing this plan forward.
Xiao Cha nodded.
Then the two of them went into the house in silence to pack up. There was no space bag at home, and they couldn't take too much in the package, so they had to take the more important personal belongings, a few silver coins, and some food.
In just half an incense stick's time, the two had packed up and, taking advantage of the moonlight, secretly left the village through a small path.
But just as he left, someone stepped into this dilapidated yard.
Song Liubai had sharp eyes and noticed the traces of fighting on the ground at a glance.
A ball of hair floated by his feet. Song Liubai bent down to pick up a strand of hair from the ground and said coldly, "Bai Changqing has been here."
Song Liubai frowned and was about to walk into the inner room when his foot was tripped by an object. He looked down and found that someone had casually thrown the Demon-Slaying Sword, the second best sword in the world, on the ground.
If other people saw this scene, I wonder how many of them would faint from anger.
Song Liubai held the sword in his hand, stepped into the room, looked around, walked forward and opened the closet, where only a few rags were hanging.
They left, and they just left. It seems that I am too late.
Song Liubai turned around and walked out of the house, immediately looking for traces on the ground, but unfortunately the ground was quite hard and no footprints could be left.
Song Liubai was unwilling to give up this opportunity. For some reason, when he entered the inner room just now, the room inside and out exuded a familiar feeling.
It was as if Xiao Cha had really lived here.
Song Liubai picked up the sand on the ground, chanted some incantations, drew talismans with blood, and used objects to search for people.
However, due to the fight just now, there were too many interference factors here, and only a general direction emerged in my mind, without any details.
Song Liubai stood where he was and was about to chase after him when he suddenly raised his head as if he had sensed something.
At this time, several rainbows passed by.
Liu Er appeared in the darkness, and several secret servants stood behind him.
Liu Er kowtowed slightly and said, "My Lord, informants in each city have been arranged. If we encounter any demon tribe members, we will track them down to the end."
Song Liubai raised the sand in his hand and said nonchalantly: "Investigate this family and bring them back to me within three days."
"yes."
Liu Er exchanged glances with the several secret agents behind him, then Liu Er stayed while the others dispersed.
Song Liubai stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the small wooden chair in the yard. He sat down as if he was the owner of the house, and took out a pot of wine from his space bag.
The small porcelain bottle was opened and the lingering aroma of wine emanated from it.
Song Liubai took a sip and then casually spoke to someone, "Now that we're here, there's no need to hide."
Outside the courtyard, a man in purple clothes was jumping on the wall as light as walking on clouds. He stood with his hands behind his back. After taking a closer look at the person, disgust and astonishment flashed across his dark green pupils.
"We haven't seen each other for over ten years, and now we meet again. It's really a narrow road for enemies to cross~"
Song Liubai didn't even raise his eyebrows or give me a glance. "It seems that you—and the Liuli Sect behind you—don't want to meet me anymore."
"Of course, I can't forget the man who broke into Liuli with a sword." Hu Qianji covered his mouth and laughed sarcastically, "I haven't heard from you for so many years. I thought you were dead. What a pity!"
Song Liubai took another sip of the wine. The high-purity wine gradually numbed the roots of his tongue. He hummed softly, "Don't worry. If I really want to die, I will let you cross the Yellow Springs with me first and explore the way for me."
"I guess the reason you came here today is to deal with the Demon-Slaying Sword, no, also with that demon named Bai Changqing. I advise you not to get involved any further."
Fox Qianji narrowed his eyes and jumped off the wall, pretending to ask, "Why?"
"How can someone who secretly mingles with the demon clan have the right to capture the remaining demon clan member, Bai Changqing?"
Song Liubai had a hint of sneer on his face, his dark eyes like a demon climbing out of the abyss of hell, staring at people with a chill in their hearts. "Bai Changqing disappeared for three months. You were protecting him, weren't you?"
Hu Qianji fell silent, which in Song Liubai's eyes was a disguised admission of fact.
Song Liubai pretended to boast but in fact was mocking: "What a great Liuli Sect!"
"What position do you have to arbitrarily judge my sect as guilty?"
Hu Qianji's expression did not change.
His inner strength is enough to allow him to lie without blushing, a complete hypocrite.
Song Liubai slowly shook the bottle in his hand, his eyes focused on the pile of broken wooden boards in the courtyard. He said nonchalantly, "You are harboring the remnants of the demon clan. Even a three-year-old child can spit at the gate of your sect."
"ridiculous!"
"A group of mortals can only live in peace by relying on the light of my sect. Even if he had three courageous men, he wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous."
Hu Qianji walked forward slowly, and the Liuli Sect disciples following behind him waited outside the door one by one.
Seeing Fox Qianji getting too close, Liu Er pulled out a paper talisman to block him and said coldly, "Get away."
"Haha, are you still scared?" As soon as Hu Qianji finished speaking, his smile disappeared instantly, and he stretched out his palm, heading towards Liu Ermian.
"bite!"
With the sound of a bell, the wine spilled onto the ground, and a formation quickly spread outward from the yard.
Hu Qianji's feet were swept up by the formation. The pressure from the superior pressed on every strand of his hair. He could not even breathe. After three breaths, he bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground.
Hu Qianji looked up at Song Liubai in surprise, thinking to himself that it was bad, he had actually looked at the wrong person.
This kind of martial arts is definitely not from the Hengyuan Sect. Instead, it looks more like the "Soul-Trapping Scroll" practiced by the evil cultivators of the demon clan.
"The dignified senior brother of the Hengyuan Sect actually practices evil magic, hahahahahahahaha!! Ah!"
Hu Qianji had a cut on his forehead, and blood flowed out and accidentally entered his eyes, adding a bit of blood color to the scene in front of him.
Stepping into someone else's formation is like stepping into the territory of monsters, and you will be at the mercy of others.
Hu Qianji stared at the person in front of him.
There was no need to think about it, the wound on his forehead was caused by the person in front of him.
The person at the center of the formation—Song Liubai—lightly rolled up his black and gold-patterned sleeves, put away the soul bell in his hand, and knocked the wine bottle to the ground with pity, saying, "What a pity! It's a pity to waste this pot of good wine of mine."
"Liu Er, please show him away!"
"Yes, my Lord."
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