The cliff sword was placed on Yan Li's lap. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Li's hand was placed on it and rubbed gently, and the smooth scabbard was very cold to the touch, and it felt like an ice mirror.

The scabbard was not made of shadowless star silk, but was made entirely of Celestial Stone. The Heavenly Mystery Stone is an irreplaceable treasure when a cultivator sacrifices and refines treasures.

Each cultivator has his own treasure weapon, and like a cultivator, the treasure weapon can also be advanced.

For the first sacrifice, the treasure is formed, and it is an embryo, which is called the first pass. The appearance is the same as that of an ordinary blade, but in fact, it is only a virtual appearance, and compared with the real blade, it is still far behind.

However, a cultivator has vitality, and as long as he is infused with vitality, the treasure weapon of the first pass can also kill.

But just for the first time, the treasures needed are astronomical.

After the treasure is first passed, it is placed in the source sea and warmed, and after a long time, it will naturally condense, and it will gradually generate the substance, that is, it will be close to the phase of the matter, and at this time it will be considered to be a mortal product, and the initial pass has an essential difference, and it can be regarded as a complete blade.

These two stages are called treasure weapons. Su Yu's sword and Dong Qing's sword are both mortal treasures.

On top of the treasure, there is already spirituality, so it is called a spiritual weapon. But the treasures needed are unimaginable, and it is necessary to add an extremely special rare treasure to advance.

Yan Chaoyang's Dragon Soul Spear and Yan Shiyi's Purple Night Knife are both at the stage of martial arts and belong to spiritual weapons.

Most of the money that Yanshan thieves have stolen over the years has been spent on them.

Therefore, Yan Li is an out-and-out poor ghost.

Treasures belong exclusively to cultivators, and are difficult for others to use. But if the treasure itself recognizes you, that is, it is compatible with each other, but it can also become your thing.

The ones sold by Yugong are basically low-level treasures, and low-level treasures have no spirituality and can change hands at will.

But leaving the cliff is not even a first pass, it is a waste product that was given up halfway through the sacrifice.

The reason why it is described as a waste product is because it is almost embryonic, it cannot be added to the Celestial Stone, and the shadowless star silk required is too large, and even if it is refined to the mortal stage, it will lose the sharpness of the sword due to the lack of Celestial Stone.

Of course, correspondingly, it has extremely strong toughness, extremely strong resistance to blows, and can accommodate external forces, which relieves the disadvantages of heart washing.

It is really difficult to conclude which is better or worse.

When it is difficult to choose, it is natural that personal preference takes precedence. Yan Li liked it very much, so he didn't want to change it.

This is his character, he does what he wants, as long as he likes it, he doesn't care about the gains and losses.

Looking out the window, I saw that it was completely dark, and with a twist of my wrist, I slipped into my sleeve and disappeared from the cliff.

The more powerful the swordsman, the more hidden the hidden sword.

He got up, left his residence and came to the gate of Jingzhao Mansion.

Under the two big lanterns, there were two guards on duty, and when they saw Yan Li, they were all stunned, and said, "It turned out to be Yan Gongzi, it's so late, who are you?"

Yan Li said: "What you said the day before yesterday, do you remember?"

The tolerance hesitated a little, and said: "Childe, now that Lord Zhang of the Mansion is in the hall, I'm afraid I don't want to see you." When you go in, be careful not to be seen. ”

Master Zhang is Zhang Chonghuan, Zhang Zhixiong's father. Although his son died, he was unexpectedly promoted.

Yan Li nodded, stepped into the mansion, and came directly to the dungeon.

The head of the dungeon recognized Yan Li, and had been secretly instructed by Zhan Mu, so he let him go.

When he came to the innermost water prison, a jailer saw him and hurriedly greeted him and said, "Childe, you can make me wait." Guo Zhutou has been guarding me here for two days. ”

Yan Li smiled faintly: "What about Yu Xingzhi's father and son?"

The jailer said: "There is still strength to call, what to say, when he is rescued, he wants to give us a color to see." The prince came to see him this morning, and he wanted to be transferred to an ordinary cell, but when he heard him shouting like this, he gave up his thoughts, thinking that he was afraid of being implicated. ”

Yan Li said: "Go and bring Yan Shaoqun to see me first." ”

The jailer was embarrassed: "He, he bit his tongue and killed himself the night before." ”

Yan Li frowned slightly, which was unexpected.

The jailer whispered: "Before he died, he shouted loudly: 'The Star Lotus Throne will not fall, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire will not be extinguished.'" The little one didn't understand what it meant, so he wrote it down. ”

Don't say it's him, even Yan Li doesn't understand.

"You go and light the oil pot on fire, and then escort Yu Xingzhi's father and son to the interrogation room. He said.

"Okay!" the jailer replied with a smile, and said with a smile, "Childe has cooked human flesh, but you have to invite the little one to eat it, pigs, cows, dogs and sheep have all eaten, but they have never eaten human flesh." ”

The jailer replied that the oil pot was just a means of torture.

Yan Li smiled inexplicably: "If you like it." ”

The interrogation room is not large, and compared with the Dali Temple, it is small.

The oil pan is set in the middle, and a roaring bonfire is constantly heating the oil pan.

Yu Xingzhi's father and son were tied to the shelf, their hands and feet were chained, they were only wearing a prison uniform, their hair was scattered, their lower bodies were wet, and the exposed toes were swollen and would festering at any time.

In this weather, both father and son were shivering with cold.

Yu Muren seemed to be confused, his eyes were blank, and he muttered, "No, you can't do this to me...... I'm Sipin's real name...... I have a bright future ahead of me...... I'll be a cow and a horse for you, no matter what...... Who are you, help me, save me......"

His appearance is really a shame for the fourth-class real name. This is also the reason why the academy does not study Yan Li's real name deeply. Even if it is a first-class real name, if it falls on a person like Yu Muren who is naïve and weak-willed, he may be able to burst into brilliance for a while, but he will not go far after all.

Yan Li waved his hand and slapped him in the face, and said with a smile: "Keep your eyes open and see who I am." ”

Yu Muren's eyes gradually focused, and when he saw that it was Yan Li, he wanted to breathe fire, "Yan Li, Yan Li, you dog, mother-raised miscellaneous species, cheap seed, I want to break your corpse into ten thousand pieces, I want to break your corpse into ten thousand pieces, ......ahhhhhhhh

The anger that had been building up for two days erupted, and the entire dungeon was his echo.

Yan Li had a faint smile on his face, and he didn't speak, he tore off his shirt first, but he didn't see the dragon god ring that should have been hanging around his neck.

He didn't care, and moved the wooden frame that locked Yu Shepherd to the oil pot.

"What are you going to do?"

It was not Yu Muren who asked the question, he was still cursing, and it was Yu Xingzhi who was asking.

As if recalling something, Yu Xingzhi's face showed a look of fear. Because of the upcoming scene, he remembered it vividly, and it also confirmed Yan Li's identity from the side.

"You, you are really Bai Fan, the remnants of Baifu ......" Yu Xingzhi trembled his lips, "Zhao Cheng died bizarrely, I knew that you must be back......"

Yan Li smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I'm back, crawling back from hell, and I want you to pay for your blood debts." ”

He turned around and kicked Yu Shepherd, Yu Shepherd screamed in pain, and the whole person involuntarily stuck to the oil pot.

The surface of the boiling oil pot contains a terrifying temperature, and as soon as Yu Muren sticks it on, it makes a "smack" roasting sound.

"Ahh

The hysterical screams spat out of Yu Muren's throat, his eyes were red, and he frantically wrestled with the iron ropes.

"No, you can't, you devil, you can't do this......" Yu Xing's eyes were split, and his heart ached beyond measure.

"Devil? Yan Li's smile was even stronger.

Yu Xingzhi cried and begged: "Please spare the shepherd, he is innocent...... I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything......"

"Innocent?" Yan Li Huo Ran turned around, there was no smile on his face, he became cold and cruel, he walked a few steps, came to Yu Xingzhi's body, grabbed his shirt roughly, his eyes were full of endless resentment, and shouted, "My Bai family is not innocent, my parents are not innocent?"

He coldly punched Yu Xingzhi in the face, complained angrily, and roared: "Tell me, what crime have they committed to be treated like this?"

"Tell me!"

"Tell me!"

"Tell me!"

The fist punched one punch after another, and the questioning was one after another, which beat Yu Xingzhi miserably.

In a blink of an eye, he softened again, and said softly: "You don't need to tell me anything, since I'm back, none of you can escape." Now ......"

He smiled slightly, turned around and took a knife, took off the cooked meat from Yu Muren's body, clamped it with fire tongs, and sent it to Yu Xingzhi's mouth, "Eat it, and I will let your son live......"

Intermittent screams came from the interrogation room.

From the initial appreciation, the jailer gradually became frightened, and just imagining what happened to the prisoners inside made him feel like he was walking in hell.

It took a whole hour for Yan Li to come out of it.

I don't know if it's an illusion, compared to when he first entered, his face was covered with an ominous black aura, and he looked extremely terrifying.

The jailer didn't dare to breathe, and whispered with palpitations: "Gong, is the interrogation of the son finished?"

"Hmm. Yan Li took out the remaining dozens of taels of silver from the taxi from his arms, handed it over and said, "It's been hard for the past two days, take it and drink tea." ”

After saying that, he walked away.

The jailer wanted to excuse himself, but he had to accept it. Let him go up and stop Yan Li again, he will never have the courage to do so.

After hesitating, he quietly glanced into the interrogation room, and the sight was so striking that he couldn't help but bend over and vomit, almost vomiting bile.

……

Yan Li left the dungeon and wandered the streets aimlessly. Unconsciously, he walked into the depths of Changle Garden.

Walking out of a deep alley, the memory gradually deepened.

He came back to his senses, and by the faint moonlight, he saw a dry old locust tree in the distance.

He walked slowly, and the scattered dead leaves and branches were trampled and crunched.

He walked under the tree and gently rubbed the rough trunk.

After a moment he turned and faced a mansion beside the locust tree.

The plaque made of basswood is a little skewed, very old, and mottled everywhere. The words "White House" are written on it.

Pixiu, who has two town houses under the stairs, has also lost its former spirit because of the wind and rain.

Walking up the stairs, I came to the front of the gate, the iron ring on the door was a little peeling, and two miserable white seals were crossed and pasted under the iron ring, but they were broken, and it was obvious that someone had been in and out.

Stretched out his hand to push the door, there was a "squeak", and under the moonlight, there was an imaginary barrenness in front of him, but it was also unexpected. After so many years, this mansion is still deserted, as if there is some taboo, and no one wants to live in it.

After passing through several porches, I came to a familiar wide doorway. Pushing aside the weeds that had spilled up to his waist, a rotten weapon rack was stuck upside down in the dirt, with some brown blood stains left on it, which was only the beginning of the tragedy of that year.

Behind the shelf was an old orange tree, but it was also dry and empty.

When I was a child, I always climbed up and down here, and in my memory, there was another person's voice and smile, and I couldn't help but remember it quietly.

After a long time, he turned and entered the hall, looked around, and passed through the hall to the great house of the mansion, which was the courtyard where the lord's house lived.

Pushing open the door of the master bedroom, a smell of rotting wood came to my nose.

Yan Li took a deep breath, and his heart suddenly sank into breathlessness.

He staggered two steps, sat down on the bed made of golden silk nanmu, and unconsciously pressed his hand on a bulge on the bedside table, and with a "snap", I don't know what mechanism was turned on, and the side of the bed board was deeply sunk.

Yan Li didn't have time to react, and the whole person fell, fell down a downward step, rolled a few steps, and hurriedly fixed his body and looked around.

But I saw darkness, and I couldn't see the darkness of my fingers.

"Here?"

He thought about it, and groped down with his senses, but there were only about twenty levels, and then there was a long corridor, and there were no traps.

At the end of the road is a small stone room, there is an incense case facing west in the east of the seat, there is an incense burner on the table, and there are also scattered incense candles and other things.

Yan Li touched it, lit a candle with a fire fold, and the stone room suddenly lit up.

By the faint light of the candle flame, I saw a painting enshrined at the end of the incense case, which showed a stunning woman dressed in white and snow, her expression was full of coldness and loneliness overlooking all beings, and her eyes were sharp and bright, as if containing a peerless edge.

With just one glance, Yan Li knew that this woman was a top swordsman.

There was a poem on the side, and Yan Li brought the candle closer to see it clearly, and it read:

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? ”

The next rhyme is: "The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely illuminated but welcomes." Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

The name of the word is "Fixing the Storm", but the payment is empty.

Yan was slightly shocked and muttered: "A cloud of smoke and rain is lifeless, and there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. What a spaciousness this is, she wrote it, who is she, why is it enshrined here?"

Calm down, don't touch the painting, only check on the desk, and see a dusty brocade box.

When I opened the brocade box, I saw that there was a transparent silk thread of hair thickness quietly displayed inside, and it was circled into ten circles, if it were not for it shining like a star, there would be no sign of it, there were five parts. There is another piece of paper.

"Shadowless Star Silk?"

This is the supreme treasure of the sacrificial treasure Shadowless Star Silk.

The piece of paper was a little yellowed, Yan Li spread it out and saw that it was written:

"This is the place for the Yu Patriarch, and if someone is destined to step into, he will not damage the portrait of the patriarch, and there will be few stars, and the right will be rewarded. ”

The handwriting is somewhat familiar, and it should be from the hand of his father Bai Chongxi.

So she is my ancestor?

Yan Li looked at the woman in the portrait, feeling a little unreal.

He thought about it, took the brocade box, and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a coquettish smile echoing in this stone room.

"Who?" Yan Li's body stiffened, and he couldn't even notice it when he was touched by his side, which was impossible at all.

"Sister, is this your last struggle? People will enjoy it, hehehehehe......"

The laughter was far away, and Yan Li chased after him, but when he came out of the secret room, the voice suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He chased after him for a while, and when he came to the hall, he still found no trace, and was about to leave the house, when he saw a shadow flying in from outside.

He hurriedly dodged and observed.

Under the moonlight, the woman was dressed in white and yellow, fluttering like a flowing fairy skirt, highlighting a peerless figure that was difficult to hide, and her movements were as light and natural as flowing water.

Every time I look at her, I seem to have different feelings.

Yan Li recognized at a glance that she was Shen Liuyun.

Shen Liuyun didn't know that Yan was beside him, and stood under the orange tree as usual, stunned.

The faint moonlight shone on her white jade face, revealing a slight softness when no one was around, and it was indescribably touching.

However, behind those slight softnesses, there is an indescribable melancholy.

A faint sigh, accompanied by a light sigh, seemed to spit out a name from Tan's mouth, "Little Fan......"

Just a name is enough to exhaust her depressed thoughts.

Yan Li's whole body was shocked, only to feel a warm heat poured into his heart, and it spread throughout his body in an instant, like hugging a stove, "Fruit, it's really you ......"

He leaned against the wall, even if it was insignificant, he wanted to get closer, as if only in this way could he pour out his haunting thoughts.

"Who's there!" With a cold drink, the bitter wind had already burst into the hall first.

ps: Here is a borrowing from Mr. Dongpo's "Fixing the Storm", if you don't like it, forgive me.