Everyone looked at Yang Yi in astonishment when they heard this, and saw that he was wearing the clothes of a welcoming disciple of the Blossom Valley, looking very ordinary, from the moment he followed Jun Xinruyi and the two to the altar of sacrifice, no one paid attention to this inconspicuous young man.

He Quzhi frowned, turned around and asked a fierce man: "That's not your person?" ”

The fierce Di people glanced at Yang Yi, and saw that he was white and pure and angry, and shook his head affirmatively and said: "He is not a fierce Di person, and our fierce Di people are not so weak." ”

At the same time, the poisoned Fanhuamen people in the distance were also talking in a low voice.

"Whose disciple is this?"

"I don't know."

"Never seen it..."

And Shu Ruoyi, who was sitting on the altar by the prosperous saintess, whispered: "Saintess, that person is..."

Shu Ruoyi originally wanted to explain to the Prosperous Saintess that Yang Yi was a disciple of Jiuxiao Villa, but who would have thought that the Prosperous Saintess nodded and said, "Hmm... I know him. ”

Shu Ruoyi was a little shocked when he heard this, according to Yang Yi, he hadn't entered the valley at all, how could the Prosperous Holy Maiden know him? However, the eyes of the prosperous saint looking at Yang Yi did not seem to have hatred except for a little doubt, which showed that Yang Yi was indeed not a bad person.

He Quai, who was standing in the field, looked at Yang Yi in surprise for a moment, and then said with some disdain: "How can a welcoming disciple be worthy of such a superior martial arts?" ”

As soon as Yang Yi heard this, he was really angry, and he spread his hands and smiled: "Hmm... You deserve you to learn. ”

"I..." He Quzhi wanted to say that Zhang Junxin didn't want to teach him at all, but doesn't this mean that he is not worthy of learning?

Zhang Junxin, who was lying on the ground, completely ignored the angry He Qu's illness, but said to Master Chan Zhan: "It's okay to help you open the entrance to the altar, if you want me to pass on my exercises to the fierce people, then you can kill me now." ”

Master Chan Chan opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Junxin, and saw that he seemed to be determined, if he waited for his husband and wife to die, and the Junxin Sword and Ruoyi Sword were lost, then he would never want to enter the altar again.

Although the Junxin Sword Ruoyi Sword is powerful, it is not higher than Master Chan Zhan's own martial arts after all, and this set of exercises requires two people to practice together, as a monk, I don't like this kind of exercise very much, in contrast, entering the ruins of the Flower Ancestor is the most important thing.

Chan Chan nodded slowly, ignoring the anger of He Qu's illness, he turned his head to Yang Yi and said, "That little donor, come here." ”

When Yang Yi cautiously walked in front of Zhang Junxin, Chan Zan smiled: "The poor monk only waits until it gets dark, and asks a few donors to hurry up." After speaking, he withdrew with his staff and sat cross-legged not far away to meditate and chant the Buddha.

Seeing this, the other fierce people also retreated, and at the same time guarded the exit to prevent everyone from escaping.

If he wanted to stop it, he had no choice but to reluctantly retreat with the fierce people, and he had already made up his mind, and he must find a way to force Yang Yi to hand over the mantra afterwards.

Yang Yi saw that the fierce people were retreating, so he hurriedly put down the coffee in his arms, slowly helped Zhang Junxin who was lying on the ground up, and asked, "You... Are you okay? ”

Yang Yi knew that what he was asking was nonsense, anyone could see that Zhang Jun's heart was hurting, and after shedding a lot of blood, his breathing was already extremely heavy at this time, and he would definitely not survive tonight, Yang Yi's heart was gloomy, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad about the end of the hero.

The pale-faced Zhang Junxin didn't say much, just smiled and shook his head, seeing that the prosperous saintess had already walked to the middle of the altar with Shu Ruoyi in her arms, she hurriedly said to Yang Yi: "Help me over." ”

The four of them came to meet by the stone pillar in the middle of the altar, Zhang Junxin stretched out his hand and held his wife tightly, and the two of them looked at each other with care. And Yang Yi on the side saw the Blossom Saintess looking at him, and he couldn't see her expression clearly under the veil, maybe the two didn't know what each other's names were, but they just nodded to each other silently and said hello.

At this time, I listened to Zhang Junxin's condensed voice: "Listen, if I want it, I mean like a king's heart, Junxin knife and Ruoyi sword pay attention to complement each other, the sword attack and the sword guard, the sword is the sword strike, the enemy is weak can be attacked, and the enemy is strong and resists each other." The more psychic the mind of the two, the greater the power of the sword realm and the sword intent, this is the key to the exercise, you must memorize it, now my wife and I pass on the mental method of the two people..."

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, the sun setting in the west has been slowly covered by the mountains around the valley, and the four people in the altar of the sacrificial altar have not stopped for a moment, even the frivolous and disgusted Yang Yi listened to the explanation of the two of them with full attention, he knew that he was not only burdened with the two of them, but also the fate of all the people in the Valley of Flowers.

"The hour is coming! Are you all right? He Quai, who couldn't sit still, looked up at the sunset and urged.

Venerable Chan Zhan, who had been meditating and meditating, slowly opened his eyes, stood up and recited, "Amitabha..."

Zhang Junxin, who was already extremely weak, glanced at Chan Zhan, then looked at Yang Yi and said with a smile: "Boy, can you remember?" ”

Yang Yi nodded and affirmed: "I will never forget the plan!" ”

Zhang Junxin nodded with satisfaction and said: "It's a pity that although you have memorized all the mental moves of the Junxin Knife, and your talent is smart enough, you don't have any internal force foundation, and it is difficult to use one or two of your power." After a pause, he said: "But you are a disciple of the Pukong monk, as long as you can get out alive today, you will always have something to do in the future." ”

"I..." Yang Yi didn't know what to say when he heard this, when he passed on the gong, he had already learned that Jun Xin Ruyi and the two did not accept disciples, but before he died, he passed on his life's learning to himself who he didn't know, and the rivers and lakes also have rules, and those who already have a teacher are not allowed to worship their teacher, which is a big taboo.

Yang Yi has already worshiped the Pukong of Jiuxiao Villa as his teacher, so naturally he can't worship Zhang Junxin and his wife anymore.

Zhang Junxin also seemed to see Yang Yi's sadness, and said with a smile: "You don't need to worship me as a teacher, but there is one thing you have to promise me." ”

"If you tell me, I will obey it."

"In the future, when you walk the rivers and lakes and use the Junxin Ruyi Sword, you don't need to mention my husband and wife, just need to say that this is the Blossom Valley, my husband and wife don't matter, but we can't bear the Blossom Valley!"

Yang Yi nodded solemnly: "Hmm... I know. ”

At this time, Shu Ruoyi on the side looked at the prosperous saintess and asked, "Where did the valley master and Kongsang go?" ”

In fact, this is also a question that Yang Yi wants to know, the catastrophe of the Valley of Flowers, the valley master and the previous saintess, the two people with strong martial arts, are not in the valley, which is very puzzling.

Who knew that the Prosperous Holy Maiden shook her head and said: "A few days ago, a woman came to see the valley master and the master with the Nine Heavens Order, and then the three of them left the Valley of Flowers together, and there is no news so far. ”

"Nine Heavens Order?" Yang Yi was shocked: "That woman has white hair, about forty years old?" ”

The Blossoming Flower Maiden nodded suspiciously: "How do you know?" ”

"No... It's nothing..."Yang Yi fell into deep thought, the white-haired woman must be a dumb woman or a purple leaf fairy.