Ye Fan said: "If a person like you doesn't want to be caught, even a Qianyuan can't catch you." ”

Xiu Wudao said: "I didn't lose to power, but to strategy. ”

Ye Fan asked, "With your wisdom and means, why do you want to risk the world's condemnation to learn those evil ways?" ”

Xiu Wudao sighed with some emotion: "First, because of the expectations of the sect master, and second, because the world above is too tempting. ”

No practitioner can resist the temptation to come to the top of a mountain, and the same is true for a formation master.

Ye Fan asked, "The sect you belong to didn't want to help you hide a thing or two?"

Xiu Wudao was silent for a while, and said indifferently: "Even if they want to help me hide a thing or two, I can't do it." ”

Ye Fan understood what he meant.

It is impossible for the Great Sacrifice to discredit the Temple, and it is impossible for the Sword Venerable to take refuge in the Demon Dragon.

Because it's contrary to who they are.

It's like the first person in the Hongmeng world can't learn the evil formation.

No matter how important one person is, it is not as important as the entire sect.

Hao Ran Qi repaired the damaged divine soul in Ye Fan's body, and after such a long time, his face finally regained a little ruddy, but there were still occasional tingling pains in the sea of consciousness, but it was insignificant compared to the previous pain.

The boy asked weakly, "Do you still want to get out of here?"

Xiu Wudao said, "Of course. ”

Ye Fan said, "What are you going to do when you go out?"

Xiu Wudao was a little silent, and after a while, he said, "I want to go and meet some people, and then kill some people." ”

Ye Fan was also a little silent, not quite sure what the person in front of him thought.

Xiu Wudao looked at him quietly, a long time passed, but he didn't wait for Ye Fan's next sentence, and couldn't help but smile.

"As I said, I won't kill innocents. ”

Ye Fan sighed, "I can't believe you." ”

It's very simple, Xiu Wudao can even ignore the dignity of the sect and contact the evil array, if he is really let out, who knows if he will do anything in anger.

Xiu Wudao sighed and said, "I can make a heavenly oath. ”

Ye Fan shook his head, "The Heavenly Dao oath can be broken." ”

As long as the realm spirit is strong enough, any oath restriction can be ignored.

The so-called restraints are just paper tigers in front of those mountaintop immortals, and they can't be put on the stage.

Xiu Wudao thought for a moment, "Then it seems that I don't have anything to convince you anymore." ”

Even the torture of burning the soul had no way to make Ye Fan compromise, and there was really no way to do it now, and it was not that he was telling a lie.

Ye Fan strained his waist, half sat on the bamboo bed, looked around, and found some vegetables stacked next to the stove not far away, and asked casually, "How are your cooking skills?"

Xiu Wudao was a little puzzled, but still said, "It's okay, it's not too unpalatable." ”

Ye Fan turned his head and said with a smile: "It's just right, I'm a little hungry, I wonder if I can try the craftsmanship of my predecessors?"

Xiu Wudao stood up and said, "Wait a minute. ”

Then he walked straight to the kitchen.

Ye Fan closed his eyes and took a nap and waited quietly.

The stove was lit, and there was a crackling sound of firewood, and after a while, there was a burst of vegetable aroma, sweet and attractive.

Two quarters of an hour later, Xiu Wudao's sick voice sounded: "It's done." ”

Ye Fan opened his eyes and walked to the kitchen, Xiu Wudao was setting up the dishes and chopsticks next to the bamboo table, and when he saw Ye Fan coming, he smiled and pointed to the bamboo chair opposite, signaling him to sit down first.

The young man didn't sit down in a hurry, but asked, "Senior, you are the only one in this big array, but why are all those furniture objects in pairs?"

In fact, Ye Fan had doubts long ago, whether it was a hoe or bench, or a table, chair, bowl and chopsticks, it was for two people, even the teacup in the corner was no exception.

Xiu Wudao continued to place the tableware, did not look up, and said: "After being locked up for so many years, I always have to do something to make myself still have a little thought, so that I will not be too lonely." ”

Ye Fan nodded, understanding his mood.

The meal was quickly brought to the table, a few home-cooked side dishes, not grand, but enough to entertain the guests.

Ye Fan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up slightly.

"Crisp and delicious, sweet and not greasy, it is really the level of a state banquet. ”

At this point, they no longer need greetings or polite compliments to close the distance between each other and achieve some kind of purpose, so these are all true words.

Xiu Wudao smiled, obviously quite satisfied with his cooking skills.

Ye Fan was really a little hungry, and his chopsticks were vigorous, and within a while, a bowl of rice would be at the bottom. Ye Fan was not polite, he asked Xiu Wudao for a while, and then went to the kitchen to fill another bowl, and the three dishes of side dishes Xiu Wudao was swept away by Ye Fan without a few chopsticks.

Ye Fan leaned on the bamboo chair, took a full distance, and said with a smile: "After eating the food of the predecessors, eating someone else's is really like chewing wax." ”

Xiu Wudao smiled and began to clean up the dishes, chopsticks and tableware on the table, Ye Fan also wanted to get up and help when he saw this, but was stopped by Xiu Wudao raising his hand.

"How can there be a reason to go to the host's house and let the guests work. ”

Ye Fan didn't go politely, just sat on the bamboo chair and watched Xiu Wudao clean up the dishes and chopsticks very well, and asked curiously: "It is said that immortals don't eat grains, but why do some cultivators still love mortal food so much?

Xiu Wudao replied while wiping the tableware: "In the eyes of mortals, monks are immortals in the clouds high above, but when it comes to the essence, they are still human? ”

"The appetite of the mouth is also desire. ”

Ye Fan smiled and said, "I always thought that immortals should have no desires and no desires, and all their thoughts should only be put on the Great Dao Cangsheng. ”

Xiu Wudao said: "The vision should be big, the work should be small, and between drinking and pecking, it is practice." ”

Ye Fan nodded, thinking deeply.

Then he said, "I know it's not going to be of much use to you, but I'd better make a vow." ”

Xiu Wudao was stunned, knowing what Ye Fan meant by saying this, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Then he turned around and asked, "Have you changed your mind?"

Ye Fan raised his head and looked at him and said, "A person who can make such a dish and say such a thing as 'between drinking and pecking is cultivation' should not be an extremely vicious person." ”

Xiu Wudao's extremely pale face suddenly flushed, his eyes smiled, and then he said softly, "Thank you." ”

Although it is only said in two words, it contains many meanings.

Ye Fan understands it all.

"But you have to tell me who you're going to kill when you get out," he said. ”

Xiu Wudao was silent for a while, but he didn't bargain, and said neatly: "The Seven Elders of the Nine Hanging Sect, Situ Xing, the Nine Dragons Ridge Nie Ling, the Great Yan Rite Department Shangshu Li Guanchao, and the Eight Extremes Sect Master Song Yi. ”

These four people are all well-known big names in Zilai Prefecture, if they die once, they will set off a huge wave, Ye Fan was terrified when he heard it, and couldn't help asking, "Why did you kill these four people?"

Xiu Wudao said indifferently: "Each of them has a reason to die, but I won't say it, and don't ask." ”

Ye Fan was silent.

Cultivating the Tao is also silent.

Each has his own thoughts, and he is speechless.

After a long time, Ye Fan raised his head, looked directly into Xiu Wudao's eyes, and said slowly: "I, choose to believe in you." ”

Xiu Wudao smiled a little and pointed at Ye Fan: "You also choose to believe in yourself." ”

Ye Fan smiled: "Then let's start." ”

And so it began.

Xiu Wudao began to tell about the situation of this Great Sumeru Immortal Array and that fierce sword.

Ye Fan listened quietly and did not interject from beginning to end.

More than an hour passed, and Xiu Wudao slowly exhaled a breath, and he also felt a little tired.

Ye Fan listened very carefully, and there was not a trace of it.

The Great Sumeru Immortal Array is the strongest and most durable siege in the entire Hongmeng world, for ordinary monks or other formation masters, there is no other way to break the formation except to break it with the brute force of the cultivation of the Qianyuan Realm.

But what is trapped is that he has no way to cultivate.

The depiction method of the Great Sumeru Immortal Array has long been imprinted in his mind, even if there is a slight deviation, giving him half a year is enough to figure it out, not to say that it is easy to break it, but it is definitely not a difficult task.

But that's all without that sword.

It is rumored that in the ancient period of Hongmeng Tianxia, the concept of a dynastic state had not yet been formed in the land of Sizhou, the system was extremely chaotic, and the law kingship was bullshit in the eyes of the real mountaintop immortals. At that time, the sect that was the top in terms of power and strength was called Jiuxiaotian.

They reigned supreme over the entire Hongmeng and ruled over the world for at least two thousand years.

Until he met a man and a sword.

That man just held a sword and slaughtered the entire Nine Heavens with his own strength, leaving no chickens and dogs.

The most ironic thing is that after that person killed the entire sect, he named the sword in his hand "Nine Heavens".

Because the Nine Heavens had killed too much and the ferocity was too strong, the sword cultivator who had conquered the heavens and the earth gradually lost his mind and fell into madness when he came into contact with it for a long time, and finally committed suicide.

Countless years have passed, and the Nine Heavens are still there, but people have long been lost in the long river of history and disappeared.

After tens of thousands of years, this sword is also more famous, and no one can completely control it, not even a Qianyuan sword cultivator. Even if you still don't give up, if you want to continue to die, if you don't say it, you will be invaded by the murderous aura attached to it, and become a murderer who has fallen into a state of madness.

So no one will try to tame a fierce sword.

Even if it is famous and has the power to destroy the world.

It is precisely because of this that he can close the cultivation of the Dao for so long without the slightest way.

Ye Fan summed up the situation and thought silently.

There are two most difficult places to pull out that sword.

The first is how to overcome the fierce sword qi that surrounds the entire mountain and reach the top of the mountain.

The second place is that after walking to the top of the mountain, a monk of the Three Realms took something to pull out the sword.

Xiu Wudao looked pensive, his fingers kept tapping on the bamboo chair, making a dull sound of "da, da".

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Ye Fan, who was also meditating, with a smile on his face.

"Ye Fan, do you want to become stronger?"

Looking at the meaningful smile on Xiu Wudao's face, Ye Fan suddenly shuddered for some reason.