The rumored Guozijian is not an impregnable fortress in most people's minds, nor is it a small Liyuan building as Zhang Yi thinks in his heart, but just rows of bamboo houses on Jiangxin Island in Taihe.

If it weren't for the two young men guarding the door, Zhang Yi almost thought that he had found the wrong place. Twenty or thirty-year-old people are naturally very young, and their qualifications must be excellent, and they are used to guard the door, in addition to the major families, I am afraid that only a few forces such as Guozijian can be so extravagant.

Zhang Yi let the horse slowly return to Chang'an City, lowered his head and pondered, thinking to himself: "Chen Dongting is not in the Guozi Prison, so where did he go? If he is still in Tai'an City, the two people will not say this, then he must have left Tai'an City." ”

Where Chen Dongting went, Zhang Yi had no way of knowing. He pretended to be a lost scholar and went to Guozijian to ask for directions, but he didn't expect to get out of Guozijian, and he was really lost.

Not far from Guozijian, Zhang Yi suddenly found several Heaven and Earth Xuanmen wearing white robes and hoods flashing by, as if they were chasing a certain prey.

What surprised Zhang Yi was that outside Tai'an City, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, why did the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth dare to be so presumptuous? Could it be that they were really bold enough to dare to confront the entire Great Zhou court?

Now is naturally not the time to dwell on this issue, Zhang Yi's aura changed, leaving the horse in place, and he leaned over.

I don't know how many hours have passed...... It was already dark, but Zhang Yi no longer knew where he and the few disciples of the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen in front of him had gone.

After a few hours of tracking, Zhang Yi naturally saw the situation in front of him clearly.

Four white-robed disciples were chasing an old man in plain robes.

The old man faltered, but his speed was extremely fast, but his right thigh was obviously seriously injured, and the speed of his escape gradually weakened, and in less than half an hour, he would be chased and killed by four people.

"Tsk, old ghost Gou Chen, see where you're going?" one of the white-robed disciples shouted at the old man running wildly in front of him, "If you dare to steal the secret technique of the Shui Yao Divine Monarch, even the Xuanji Pavilion Master will not be able to protect you." ”

The old man's body staggered, as if affected by the man's words. The four of them looked at each other and smiled, but they saw that the old man suddenly accelerated, instantly expanding the distance between them by several feet.

Zhang Yi followed behind him and looked at the old man in the plain robe, really a little frightened.

Gou Chen Xingjun?In addition to Leng Yuexin, another Xuanji Pavilion Xingjun. As a veteran Star Monarch, this old man's strength is naturally far above Leng Yuexin's, and he may already be at the peak of Wuhou.

The four white-robed disciples of the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen dared to chase and kill so wildly, and their strength was naturally not to be underestimated, and I am afraid that they were all equivalent to the scholars' Gongshi ranks.

Guessing the strength of the five people, Zhang Yi slowed down his pace again, and could only follow the five people from a distance, for fear of being discovered by them. If you pull out a random person, I'm afraid you will have to walk around without eating.

"Hook up the old ghost, I don't believe how long you can run. Your right leg was injured by the Soul Eater Hook, and instead of healing it, you used your True Qi to block the injury, and once it erupted, you would inevitably bleed to death. ”

The white-robed man in the lead was obviously angry because he was being teased by the plain-robed old man, and his speed increased under his feet, leading the three of them to run away.

As soon as Zhang Yifu slowed down, the five of them accelerated sharply, and immediately left him behind. In less than half a cup of tea, Zhang Yi lost five people with him, and he could only follow the traces left by a few people after running wildly.

People say that life is like the splendor of summer flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, it is a beautiful life.

Flowers and plants are scattered on the hilltops, and a few bees buzz at the wildflowers. An old man in a plain robe sat on this mountainside with his body pulled diagonally, and the famous sword in his waist fell to the side at some point, but at this time, he was unwilling to pick it up again.

As the sun sets, the sunset dyes the sky bright red, as if to see him off.

The lake water below the mountain shook slightly, reflecting the green shirt on his body a little golden. The evening breeze was warm, but he felt a little cold, like the afterglow of a lighthouse on the endless sea. He knew that this would be the last sunset he saw, and he braced himself up, wanting to meet something, the sun was a little biting, but it was a little warm, and the evening breeze blowing on the Taihe River made him suddenly think of something.

This was the place where he first met the woman, and fifty years passed in a blink of an eye. He came here today, but he fulfilled his original vow.

"Draw your sword and lean over the princes, bow down to the beauty. ”

Fifty years ago, at the age of twenty-four, he defeated the Cangsong swordsman who had been famous for 20 years with a sword, and his fame moved everywhere.

That day he and the woman sat in the mountains like this, with a twist and flow of water, and that night he took away everything that the woman had kept for twenty years, including the woman's heart.

It's just that this mountain stream, do you still remember the taste of the thirty-year-old daughter red that he obtained at the foot of Yukun Mountain?

This time, he escaped from the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen, dressed in a plain robe, and still had the refined sword hanging from his waist, so he stumbled here. The stream on the top of the mountain was murmuring, as if it were fifty years ago, and the water of the crescent spring under the pavilion was as clear as fine wine, and he had not tasted it for decades. The strange stones on the mountainside on the back are numerous, and the stream is poured on it, which is like a natural nine-stringed piano, playing the flying flowers and snow moon, and breaking the jade beads.

The sky was slightly dark, indicating his end.

"I don't know, what can't I let go!" he turned around with difficulty as his right leg bled out, but his eyes stayed on the stone tablet a foot away.

Thirty years ago, he came to this hill again, built the small pavilion on the top of the mountain with the moonstone he had hoarded for many years, and erected this monument. He had a beautiful woman in his arms, but it wasn't the woman anymore. The woman smiled coquettishly in his arms, and he waved his fingers to engrave the three words 'Yiren Pavilion', nephrite warm fragrance, Longquan elixir, he was a little confused at that time.

Twenty years ago, he met the genius Xuanji Pavilion Lord here, and the other party suppressed his cultivation at the level of Wuhou, but he only defeated himself in three moves. He gave up his sword and admitted defeat, voluntarily joined the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen, and became Gou Chen Xingjun.

The lord of the Xuanji Pavilion pulled him to drink the frozen twenty-nine altars in the crescent moon spring, and since then he has said goodbye to this mountain bag and the small lake under the mountain, and has never returned.

I can't imagine returning here again, but I'm going to wave someone else's world. In a trance, he couldn't help laughing, in this life, at least he has no regrets.

Under the dim night sky, a ragged teenager suddenly appeared.

He shifted with difficulty, glanced at the boy and stared at the lake again, but the slight noise startled the young man who was hurrying. Suddenly, the young man hurriedly pulled out an iron sword, and he didn't look at the young man, but he knew that the iron sword had a lot of green rust, and he thought that he was looking for it on the side of the road.

"Is it a human or a ghost? Beware of this sword. ”

The young man was stunned in his heart, but his face refused to show it, and the figure on the mountainside remained motionless for a long time, thinking that it would not be a ghost. He boldly walked towards the figure, but the broken iron sword in his hand creaked.

"Child, are you afraid?" the old man in the plain robe suppressed the sadness on his face and looked at the young man with a smile.

When the young man heard the figure speak, he was relieved, he walked a few steps, came to the old man, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as he listened to the old man, he could hear that the old man seemed to be riddled with diseases, and it became more and more obvious when he looked at the old man closely.

The evening breeze gently lifted the clothes of the two, and the old Gou Chen Xingjun turned his head to look at the young man, his eyes were shining, and the young man was frightened back several steps. The boy seemed to feel that he had stepped back a little, and a hint of blush appeared on his handsome face, and he took a breath and walked over to the old man, and sat down.

"I'm not afraid! Uncle, what did you just use, but the martial arts?" The young man had an excellent temperament, and he could see that the old man had no ill will towards him, and he forgot to be afraid in a blink of an eye.

"Do you know martial arts?" ......Gou Chen Xingjun was slightly stunned, the young man was in rags, and he was still running around in this no-man's land in the middle of the night, looking like a wandering child, but he knew that there were few martial arts practiced in Da Zhou, which made him a little strange.

"I don't know, but I'm running around, and I always hear those uncles say anything about martial arts, demon methods, Taoism and other things;

There was a glint in the young man's eyes, and there was a hint of anticipation, and the old man nodded slightly.

"Can you teach me two tricks, then?" the boy's eyes brightened, and he pleaded with anticipation.

The old man looked directly at Zhang Yi and said in a deep voice, "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

Gou Chen Xingjun seemed to let go of his lifelong obsession at this time, and looked at the young man.

"I don't want to be bullied and I want to protect others. Zhang Yi replied softly, a little choked up in his words.

Gou Chen Xingjun coughed lightly, shaking, and the young man stretched out his hand to help him, but he suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Huh!" Gou Chen Xingjun coughed non-stop, but his eyes showed a fine light, and the young man who watched it was a little flustered. The young man couldn't help but lower his head, but he felt that he was a little inadequate, so he raised his head and looked at Gou Chen Xingjun.

"Reading Lang, why are you hiding it from me?"

The sound of questioning sounded in the young man's mind like thunder.

Although the old man coughed and asked, the young man was instantly struck by lightning. He seemed to see that his mind was showing up bit by bit under the old man's gaze.

"In Xia Zhang Yi, a descendant of Zhangfu in Longbow City, I have seen my predecessors. The predecessor is Chen Xingjun of the Xuanji Pavilion of Heaven and Earth Xuanji, I'm afraid I don't need to introduce it more below. ”

Zhang Yi stood up, now that his identity had been exposed, he didn't need to hide it again. Looking at the four corpses lying at the foot of the mountain, he affirmed his previous thoughts, this Gou Chen Xingjun really concealed a lot of strength.

Gou Chen Xingjun let out a long breath and took the young man's hand and stood up.

"Descendants of the Zhang Mansion, do you want revenge?" he smiled, and the night wind under the mountain was dispersed, and the mountains were all echoing his laughter, shaking the universe.

"I will give you everything, as long as you can promise me, when you have the ability, you must completely destroy the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen!"

(To be continued.) )