Chapter 341 Battle yīn Shadow Zhi....Be a proud person

The sword cultivators of the Divine Sect were waiting for the moment when Di Yunchen's injuries were healed, drew their swords and sang, leading them to reproduce the glory of the great victory in the Black Mountain, but obviously they ignored the fact that Di Yunchen, the first disciple of the Divine Sect who already had supreme popularity among the younger generation of the Cidu Divine Sect, was still worried about a sword. [Full text reading]

In a sense, Di Yunchen belongs to the old stubbornness with conservative concepts, which is especially reflected in his choice of sword weapons, his requirements for sword weapons are not very high, the sword body is light and thin, the sword surface is narrow and tough, and the sword is two feet and seven inches long. And this requirement is exactly in line with the style of the Qingfeng sword of the Yuncheng Sect, which is also the style of the first sword weapon that Yunchen has.

The thin and narrow sword weapons with the sword body are easy to break and break, this is why Di Yunchen broke several Bai Ze swords in a row when he killed Qingtian Crane on the way to Moyang Village in the wilderness, and this is also why, when the Lan Qi full of Yuan Power intersected with the long sword of Di Yunchen's thigh in the Stealth Sword Saint Flying Attack, under the same rank, the enemy's sword weapon was only broken, and Di Yunchen's Lan Qi was devastatingly shattered.

Not only the sword weapon, for Di Yunchen, during this period of cultivation, he still has a lot of things to do, pointing to the sword to be secretly cultivated This is a must, he is already close to the consummation of the Sword Venerable realm, he must improve his strength to the Sword Saint, and most importantly, he needs to integrate the second mother yuan after the body is completely restored, the top level of the Buddha nature Sword Soul Jin Dan Relic.

The most important thing is that he needs a mental method, the Ice Silence Mind Method of the Cloud City Sect will be over when he cultivates to the twenty-fifth layer of the Ice Silence Heart Method, and he must find a way to do it by himself after stepping into the Sword Saint and the Sword Saint's Heart Method, although Aunt Tianlan has combined the Rain Flower Technique and the first twenty-five layers of the Ice Silence Mind Method to create a technique for Gui Qianyue that can barely be cultivated to the Sword Saint realm, but for Di Yunchen, who has been chasing all his life, there is no reluctance in his world, especially after he heard that his father Leng Hualing's self-created Rain Flower Technique has all kinds of terrifying special effects, he was born in his heart with the idea of creating his own mental method, this mental method is not to be compared with the Yuhua Jue, but to surpass the Yuhua Jue.

The days of recuperation are boring, with the passage of time, Di Yunchen, the first disciple of the Divine Sect who is generous and brilliant in front of Cining Palace, seems to have been gradually forgotten because he has been closed to thank guests, even Shi Jian Shi Yang and his party have followed Di Yunchen to the East China Sea Divine Sect, and if they want to visit Di Yunchen, they can't enter, the only thing that can see Di Yunchen is that he often wakes up from his diet and daily life, and occasionally comes to take a look at his injured aunt.

Time in a blink of an eye to the eighteenth month of the lunar month, seeing that the 170th year of the Heavenly Sword Calendar has come to an end, whether it is in the hearts of ordinary people or in the hearts of the monks in the world, 170 years is a year worth remembering, first the Demon Sect made a comeback with the power of thunder, occupied the Northwest Domain, and then the Xuanyīn Sect led dozens of Sword Sects in the Southeast Region, and openly committed it, and the troops invaded the Northeast Domain where Cidu Divine Sect was located for hundreds of miles, and it was about to conquer the Great Eagle Valley of Montenegro and enter the hinterland of the Northeast Domain....

This is a year of movement, just when many people are counting the few days of the ominous year of 170 years, hoping to have a peaceful New Year and usher in a new atmosphere, but this is just people's wishful thinking, countless histories tell us that the facts are always contrary to the wishes in people's hearts, so there is the saying "things backfire".

Another thing that shocked the mainland happened, it happened on the eighteenth day of the lunar month, it was not the sword witch who conquered Kaiyang Pass, nor the sword cultivator of Hengfan Island who began to counterattack the mainland, but a person died.

If the coastal areas of the Northeast can still feel the breath of winter in the morning and evening, then most of the southeast regions have no chance of winter all year round, and people here can only feel the chill of winter from the rain of the wax moon.

The eighteenth day of the lunar month is also a rainy day, the vast cow máo drizzle is like a mist floating on the land of the southeast region, a drizzle between the heaven and the earth is like a haze, the eighteenth day of the lunar month, it is also the day of the last big market before the new year, and the same way, there is also the fang market of the monk world.

The Fang Market of Xuan yīn Sect is located in a small town at the foot of Ji Yīn Mountain, where the mountain gate is located, because it is together with the bazaar, and it is the largest fang market in the entire southeast region, and it is very lively.

Fang market, in the beginning of the month to open, and often high cháo is always at the end, every month after the middle of the month, there are always one or two scarce objects in the world's Fang market, so a lot of sword cultivation, most of them wait until after the fifteenth day of the lunar month, before coming to the fang market to try their luck.

A group of more than 100 Xuanyīn sect sword cultivators, surrounded by the second son of Xuanyīn Sect Sect Sect Xuantai Jinggang, and the neon clothes beside him, left the Xuanyīn Sect's mountain gate and walked all the way to the Fang Market at the foot of the mountain.

For Ni Shang, this is the first time she has walked out of her grandfather's courtyard and walked out of the mountain gate of Xuan Yīn Sect after she was imprisoned by the Xuan Yīn Sect, all thanks to a flattering person next to her, it is under his unremitting efforts that Tai Jinggang allowed Ni Shang to go down the mountain to take a look at the market, of course, the accompanying more than 100 Xuan yīn sect sword cultivators, not so much to protect their safety, but to prevent Ni Shang from escaping or possible rescue.

"Senior sister, this time I have a coral sword in Xuanyīn Zongfang City, which is tempered with the essence of the coral under the sea and the Yuan Jing of the earth-attribute primordial beast of the heaven-level earth, the long sword is vibrating and shining, and the most suitable for cultivating the earth-attribute heart method is the sister of Ni Shang, so I begged my father to let you go down the mountain once, if you fall in love later, no matter what the price, my brother will definitely exchange it for you." Although Nishang has never given him a smile, he firmly believes that Nishang is a piece of ice, and there is a day when he turns into a finger twister.

Ni Shang just nodded slightly, facing Yutai Yonghan, her eyebrows and eyes have never smiled, only from the moment she left the Xuanyīn Mountain Gate, she has been a little uncertain to look left and right, although he knows that Di Yunchen will never come to save her at this time, and he may not be able to save her, but she still hopes that Di Yunchen will come, for four years, she wants to take a good look at him, to see if his smile is as hypocritical and perfunctory as it was at the beginning...

What should Di Yunchen's heartfelt smile look like?

Nishang has always remembered, I still remember the first time I saw Di Yunchen in the back mountain of Tianqi, the moment he grabbed the grass root and fed it into his mouth, the smile on his face faintly appeared...

Satisfied and shy!

Maybe it's raining, the gate of the town is a little deserted today, or the people here see the young master Xuan yīn coming from a distance, and consciously avoid it, in short, there should be a busy town gate, only a lame old man, holding a worn-out broom and limping to the ground...

Sweeping the floor on a rainy day....isn't that the hell?

"What kind of person is sneaky, the young master Xuan yīn is here, and he won't let go of the way!" Although the old man did not have the slightest vitality around him, the accompanying guards still cautiously stepped forward to stop the pace of the Tai Yonghan, and asked the old man.

The old man raised his head, although his lame legs were bent, his body was standing straight at this moment, so that Yutai Yonghan and his entourage could see that under the wide hat, there was a face carved out of countless trenches by the years, and the dim eyes seemed to be about to die, as if he couldn't stand the slightest coldness in the rain, and his hands holding the broom were trembling slightly.

The old man's gaze swept over the sword cultivators of the Xuanyīn Sect, and he glanced at the noble-looking Yutai Yonghan in the center of the crowd extremely calmly, and when his gaze finally fell on the Ni Shang beside the Yutai Yonghan, the godless eyes bloomed at this moment with a touch of "hunger and thirst!" that only young people have!"

"What a natural stunner!" the old man pronounced clearly and sonorously.

"Presumptuous!" there was a sound of sword drawing.

With the sound of a sharp sword like a ghost crying from "Bin", a blazing white sword light took the lead in the broom held by the old man, accompanied by the broom that was broken in an instant, this sword light flashed towards the Yonghan of the platform like a dazzling cold lightning.

At this moment, a group of guards, including Ni Shang, could not move under the momentum of the old man's sudden bloom, as if Mount Tai had been immobilized.

The next moment, they watched as the head of Yutai Yonghan was cut off by this cold and lightning-like sword, rolling to the ground, and then falling on the head by the blood splashing from the neck, at this moment, the old man's hand was empty, and it was not the sword that flew away, but the sword.

When this sword, which was about two feet five inches long and had a blazing white body, cut off the neck of Yutai Yonghan in an instant, and returned to the old man's hands, a slightly older Xuan yīn sect sword cultivator who knew the details of the Cidu Divine Sect reacted and exclaimed: "It's cold electric gray one, everyone run away!"

Cold Electric Gray One, the most terrifying and mysterious assassin of Cidu Divine Sect, there are legends about him, about the murder weapon in his hand, cold electricity, has been spread in the monk world for hundreds of years, and Ling Xuan Yīn Sect, Ling Tianxia Sword Cultivator did not expect that such a legendary figure who should have been in the ground is still alive.

Perhaps, this is the so-called Divine Sect Heritage.

Under an exclamation, the guards fled cleanly in an instant, not because they were timid and afraid of death, and they were not loyal enough to the Xuan Yīn Sect, but in the face of the cold electric Gray One, such a legendary figure, the legendary Gray One whose strength has stepped into the realm of the Sword God, they are twice as many as they will be sent to death, since the other party dares to bully to the foot of the Xuan Yīn Sect Mountain to kill people, that is, they are not ordinary and confident in themselves.

Ash Yi is good at killing but never killing, and he only follows the killing order of the person who is in charge of the rules of Cidu Divine Sect throughout his life.

In the field, the only one who did not escape was Ni Xiang, and no one was diligent to give her an umbrella to cover the rain, under the invasion of the wet wind and cold rain, she stomped her shoulders slightly, just like a lotus flower brought up by the breeze on the lakeside in the early summer morning, and she was too cold to be shy.

The cold electricity in Gray's hand suddenly appeared, and it had already flown to Ni Shang's throat: "Old man Gray Yi, this move is aimed at venting the anger of Di Yunchen, the first disciple of my Divine Sect, please ask the little girl to inform Yutai Jinggang." "In Gray's opinion, if you don't let the other party know the reason, you don't kill someone!

Ji Nishang, who was stabbed in the throat by the ashes, did not panic in the slightest, the pair of eyes that made people easy to indulge in when they saw it, had extraordinary affinity, and naturally bloomed with powerful and charming eyes, and actually smiled, this was the most real laugh she had in the four years she had been imprisoned.

"You have found the wrong person to talk, my name is Ji Nishang, I am the woman of Di Yunchen, the first disciple of Cidu Divine Sect, the little woman has something to entrust, if the seniors go back, greet Di Yunchen for me, Happy New Year!"

Gray's eyes narrowed, for him, who had investigated Di Yunchen's details in detail, Ji Nishang's affairs were naturally clear, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, even if he was arrogant all his life, he had to admit that he was really a beauty and a hero.

"I can take you away and take you to see the first disciple of my Divine Sect!" Perhaps infected by Nishang's extraordinary affinity, his heart was like a cold iron in his life, and he was moved by compassion.

The corners of Ni Shang's mouth raised a smile, contemptuous and proud: "No, Yunchen is a very capable person, if he wanted to take me away secretly, I believe he would have taken me out of here a long time ago, but no, he will definitely take me away from the main gate of the Xuanyīn Sect in a righteous and bright way, because he is a proud person!"

As soon as Ash put away his sword, he turned around, and his body disappeared into the rain in an instant.

"I'm also a proud person!" Ni Shang muttered to herself in front of the gate of the town, and did not return to the Xuanyīn Sect Mountain Gate, but walked straight to the town, although she didn't like the flashy things of the Coral Sword, but Yun Jing liked it, she had been listening to Yun Jing muttering before, Yun Chen had sent her a lot of birthday gifts, and now Ni Shang, there were many precious elixirs in the package behind her, and she was fully capable of exchanging the Coral Sword.

On the eighteenth day of the lunar month, the foyer at the entrance of the town of Xuanyīn Zongfang City, the rain had already washed away the blood and muddy water on the head of Yutai Yonghan, his eyes were not blind, and he was still looking straight at the back of Nishang Aluo, who had already walked on the Huangquan Road, would he remember Nishang's warning in the past: "Don't pester me, think about how your brother died!"

When a group of Xuan yīn sect elders heard the news, they looked at the corpse of Yutai Yongjun who was separated in the rain, all of them looked sad and angry, and Xuanyīn sect leader Yutai Jinggang also came, he just glanced at his son's corpse lightly, "It's a pity, I finally came to a sword god, and I didn't have a chance to fight!" The melancholy tone didn't seem to be shocked, but he couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

He assassinated Di Yunchen because one of his sons died in the hands of Di Yunchen, but he killed his second son, and Cidu Shenzong, who seemed to be in danger, easily counterattacked, and hit the fatal place of Xuanyīn Sect Yutai Jinggang.

"What about Ni Shang, why didn't you see Ni Shang, if Gray Yi took Ni Shang away, he would definitely not be able to escape far, everyone will chase me!" a certain elder shouted vigilantly.

"She's coming..."Min Changtian's tone was more melancholy and dignified than that of Yutai Jinggang, how hopeful he was, and the gray took away the neon clothes.

In the rain curtain, Nishang was walking out of the town, heading towards the place where the corpse of Yonghan was displayed in Taitai, holding a coral sword in his hand!

On the eighteenth day of the lunar month, the convoy of Hua Hong and his party had already entered the land of the Northwest Regions, and after Hong Changqing sent Hua Hong and his party out of the Northeast Regions and handed them over to Yun Ming Yunrong and other disciples of the Cloud City Sect who were waiting here in advance, after seeing Yun Rong, Yun Jing, who was suddenly much more well-behaved like a mouse seeing a cat, returned to Cidu Divine Sect with a sense of relief.

The convoy drove day and night, and as soon as it entered the territory of the Great Li Kingdom, those simple carriages that traveled thousands of miles were replaced by the officials of the Great Li Kingdom that had been prepared for a long time into luxurious carriages with a warm stove and a thick blanket, so that the former female disciples of the Burning Sun Sect who had rushed thousands of miles felt at home in advance.

On the eighteenth day of the lunar month, it snowed in the sky, although it made a group of former female disciples of the Burning Sun Sect who grew up in the south uncomfortable, but experiencing the scenery of the northern country in the wind and snow still made them accompanied by fine ice crystal particles, for Yun Jing, who had been quiet for a while under Yun Rong's strict supervision, this was hail.

"Oh, it's my birthday, and my brother Xinchen is missing me another birthday. Yun Jing stood on the roof of the car and danced with his hands, which reminded many of the people in Yunchengmen who were traveling with Yun Chen the first birthday gift Yun Jing gave him, with the scene of him rolling up an ice dragon in the snowy air.

Just when Yun Rong was about to pull her down before Yun Jing kicked the roof of the carriage down, Yun Jing consciously got out of the carriage and got into the car, Yun Jing had a small notebook, which didn't remember anything, just remembered how many birthday gifts Yun Chen sent her, although she didn't mention it every time she saw Yun Chen, because she was waiting, and when Yun Chen "got rich" that day, she would get it back once, Yun Jing never felt that such an opportunity was far away, because Yun Chen, who was unprofitable and couldn't afford to get rich, was a person who was easy to "get rich".

When Yun Jing took out the book wrapped in silk from the package, holding the charcoal and still struggling with whether to add one stroke or two, Yun Xiu held her hand.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to make a note of my birthday. Yun Jing shook off Yun Xiu's hand, immediately opened her eyes wide again, and asked seriously: "Do you think it's better for me to remember twice or three times this time?" ”

Looking at Yun Jing who was so reckless, Yun Xiu, and Yun Rong Huahong, who was in the same car, couldn't cry or laugh a little, Yun Xiu took out a brocade box and handed it to Yun Jing, "You can't rely on it this time, your brother Xinchen has already prepared, he asked me to say it for him, Jing'er, happy birthday." ”

"Oh?" This made Yun Jing a little unexpected, or rather, Yun Chen's hand made her happy unexpectedly. When she hurriedly opened the brocade box, Yun Xiu said again: "Well, also, your brother Xinchen said that this gift is offset by the hundred birthday gifts he owes you." ”

"She's rippy... I...", Yun Jing couldn't go on, the box opened, and a bead the size of her pink fist, shining with a strong golden light around her body, appeared in front of her eyes, it was the luminous golden bead that was lost at the bottom of the sea, and Yun Jing had dreamed about.

The other three daughters all looked at Yun Jing with some jealousy, who was already happy tears rolling in her eyes, Yun Chen rarely paid attention to these trivial matters, but there was only one exception, that was her Di Yunjing, as long as she opened her mouth, no matter whether her request was reasonable or not, although Yun Chen refused to accept it in person very resolutely, as long as there was a chance, he would definitely remember to satisfy Yun Jing, such as Feng He, such as Yù Lan Purse, and ... Peach.