Inside the bamboo mountain, in a narrow valley that didn't look big, but it was like a labyrinth, a black shadow with ragged clothes almost turned into rags hanging on his body, and he walked on the snow with difficulty.

This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords in Zhushan, the Ten Thousand Swords Array. For hundreds of years, every time a master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect comes out, he will come to the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords to strengthen this formation step by step, in order to train his own disciples, for hundreds of years, the Ten Thousand Swords Formation has become a place for the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to talk about the tiger's color, every disciple who can enter the Ten Thousand Swords Formation and break out with all his beards and tails will be allowed to go down the mountain to start a sect and establish a sect alone, but for hundreds of years, only a handful of people can complete this feat.

In the eyes of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, if you want to break out of the Ten Thousand Swords Formation safely, you must at least have a ninth-level martial arts cultivation, you must know that not to mention the formation setting in this, only those sword qi that are hidden everywhere and ubiquitous are left by the successive grandmasters of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Yang Zhi was forced to enter the Ten Thousand Swords Array. He has no choice, if he doesn't enter the battle, even if he doesn't die under the protection of his master and elders, he will live like a dog, which is unacceptable to him who is arrogant in any way. Entering the Ten Thousand Swords Array, there is a ninety percent chance of death, but if he can break out, a new world will appear in front of him.

He chose to enter the Ten Thousand Swords Array, and of course, in the eyes of the other Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples, he was already a dead man before he made this choice. When the news reached Shangjing, Yang Qing also thought that he was a dead man, and Min Ruoying just smiled and never mentioned this person again.

As the only son of the former Zuo Xiang, Min Ruoying is very familiar with Yang Zhi, a gentleman who doesn't know the height of the sky, relying on his father's prestige and power to make a fortune and think that it is his own ability, for Yang Zhi, he himself is dumbfounded, the reason why Yang Qing wants to go to Zhushan to arrest Yang Zhi is just an inertial thinking of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, since the sect master and the great elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect have opposing opinions, Min Ruoying is indispensable.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is the same as the Nantianmen of the Qi State, it is the pillar of a country's armed forces, even if there is Wen Lao in the capital, but Wen Lao is not controllable at all, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is different, their family has a big business, and the disciples under their command have a thousand connections with the imperial court, even if they want to get rid of it, they can't do it at all, as for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master and the Great Elder often jump out and dance, in Min Ruoying's view, it is just a brush of existence, when they really need them, they will still stand up without hesitation.

Half a year has passed, and Yang Zhi, who almost everyone thought was dead, was still alive and still exploring step by step in the Ten Thousand Swords Array.

The body is not covered, the hair and beard are almost connected, the snow-white and pink muscles of the past are now covered with dirt, except for the two eyes that are still bright, this person who is trudging on the snow can not see the slightest shadow of Yang Zhi in the past.

On the snow, there were two lines of footprints left on his advance, and in the formation, when there was no danger, he was unwilling to waste a trace of his true strength, because every point saved, in the face of danger that might hit at any time, might be able to save his life.

Danger is everywhere, but in the past six months, he has gone through a lot of hardships, and finally found a few absolutely safe places, these places, which he calls his own safe hut, are where he temporarily hides and licks his wounds after being seriously injured. Or, this is also a way for the successive grandmasters who set up the Ten Thousand Swords Array to leave for the intruders.

Unlike those who broke into the formation before, Yang Zhi, who came into the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, knew his weight very well, those who broke into the formation before, the worst was also the peak of the eighth level, after they came in, what they were thinking about was how to break out of the formation as soon as possible, as long as they could get out, it would not only be a matter of making a name for themselves, but they would immediately obtain huge benefits within the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, either they could go down the mountain to start a sect, or they could immediately be promoted to the position of an elder in the sect. But even those who cultivate like this, those who enter the battle, there are still people who fall behind from time to time, and their ambitions are scattered with the wind. And themselves, who are only a seventh-level peak, the gap with them is self-evident, what is difficult for them to do, if they change themselves, it will be a hundred times more difficult.

Therefore, after entering the battle, the task he set for himself was to survive first.

In half a year, he did it, he survived, and his martial arts cultivation steadily stepped into the eighth level.

Looking up at the sky, in the gray sky, the snow falling down is blowing one after another, and the sky seems to be right in front of you, but it is out of reach. Today, he explored a place he had never been to before, with several new scars on his body, the flesh and skin were rolling, and the blood stains condensed next to him had turned purple and black, and the only advantage of such a season was that the bleeding stopped quickly.

In the Ten Thousand Swords Array, there are many precious herbs, which is also a benefit given by the masters of the past dynasties to the disciples who broke into the formation, if it were not for these herbs, Yang Zhi would have been seriously injured and died.

Half a year has passed, looking at the various arrangements in the array, he also has a realization in his heart, or the purpose of the successive masters of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to set up this big array is to let the disciples hone in this array with peace of mind, and go to the next level, like the current sect master and the old man holding the sword, all of them are people who have stayed in the Ten Thousand Swords Array for a long time, and now their achievements, few people in this world can compare, and the people who broke out of the Ten Thousand Swords Array like them back then basically stopped at the peak of the ninth level and can no longer go further.

That's the goal. Yang Zhi, who thought about these things clearly, forgot the pain in his heart for the time being, yes, he wanted to go out, but if he couldn't reach a new height, after he went out, he would still be a water dog.

He wants revenge, he wants to rebuild the Yang family, he wants to be a figure like the sect master and Fu Baoshi.

He was already familiar with the way back to the safe house, and it was a safe path that he had spent half a year and suffered countless injuries to find. It is said that it is a safety hut, but it is just a crack in the cliff, barely able to shelter from the wind and snow, Yang Zhi made a door with branches and thatch to block the crack.

In the narrow gap, there is a long sword, these are all picked up in the formation in the past six months, and their master should be the loser of the battle for hundreds of years. Some of the swords were rusty, while others were still sharp. Next to these long swords, there were neatly stacked collected herbs, and Yang Zhi valued these herbs more than those long swords, because they could repair their injured and painful bodies.

grabbed a handful of herbs and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed hard, the bitter juice flowed out from the corners of his mouth, but Yang Zhi's face could not see the slightest movement, spit out the pasty herbs from his mouth, slowly applied it to the wound, and a light hissing sound came from the depths of his throat. It took half an hour to apply the paste to several injuries on my body today. He picked up a sword and carved a mark on the stone wall.

Looking at the date of his entry into the battle engraved on the top, Yang Zhi suddenly felt a trance, it turned out that today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, and it is the New Year. He stood here in a daze, and some things that he had almost forgotten for half a year suddenly came to his heart.

At this time of the year, it is the time when a large family gathers together to laugh and laugh, the house is lit up, everyone has changed into their latest clothes, the guests are constantly coming, the banquet never stops, vigil, kowtow, New Year's greetings, and then receive a thick red envelope from the hands of the elders.

In previous years, after the New Year's Day to the elders, they would sneak out of the house with a silver ticket, and then go straight to the restaurant with their friends, the green building, according to the red and green, eat wine and listen to the play, a lot of silver money spilled out, and get a fluttering pleasure between the flattery of everyone.

Friend! He smiled bitterly, when his father was in power, he couldn't count his friends, but when his father was convicted, none of those friends were gone, and there were even snobs who turned their faces and didn't recognize people and immediately rode on their heads to and pee, just like some guys in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

He suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry, he regretted it very much, why didn't he accompany his grandmother and parents at home during the Chinese New Year before, and now, he just wants to accompany him, and there is no such possibility.

The son wants to be filial and his relatives are not there. Yang Zhi figured all this, but he couldn't get anything back.

He sat down silently, fumbling his way to pull out a hard piece of meat from the corner, put it in his mouth and bit it, chewing it slowly, swallowing it slowly.

The sword qi in the Ten Thousand Swords Array has always only attacked people, but these small animals can be unscathed, of course, this also provides Yang Zhi with the necessary food.

Outside the tattered tree gate, a shadow suddenly appeared, Yang Zhi was startled, and looked up, the tree door had been opened, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"Uncle!" He stood up and looked at the man in front of him.

"Still alive? It's not bad, it's not a loss to be Yang Yihe's son. Fu Baoshi's expression was still faint. Today, the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I suddenly remembered you, so I came in to see if you were still alive? ”

Yang Zhi smiled slightly, "Thank you uncle for your concern, Yang Zhi won't die so easily." ”

Fu Baoshi looked Yang Zhi up and down, not seen for half a year, Yang Zhi seemed to have changed from the inside out, the kind of oily and slippery silk on his body before was gone, and a calm and introverted breath was slowly taking shape.

"It's the middle of the eighth grade, not bad, not bad. It seems that your hope of survival has increased a lot! Fu Baoshi bent down and picked up a food box from under his feet, "Since you are still alive, let's eat dumplings for the New Year." ”

After taking the food box thrown by Fu Baoshi, Yang Zhi's nose was sour, it turned out that in this world, there are still people who miss themselves. (To be continued.) )