Chapter 2: Washing the Sword
When the sky completely opened up the light, the heavy rain finally stopped venting his emotions in time.
After finishing the night, the injuries in the body can be regarded as a few points recovered.
Now the five internal organs are broken, and after a night of recuperation, they can only barely piece together the broken internal organs with internal strength and hang the last breath.
dragged his heavy footsteps around the village, except for the rotten corpses, there were no real chickens and dogs. Seeing the tragic situation in front of him with his own eyes, Yang Yi unconsciously felt a trace of emotion in his heart that he couldn't speak.
The people's livelihood is difficult, but now it is a peaceful and prosperous era, and this mountain village should not be so miserable.
Walking around the village, Yang Yi also discovered one thing, in addition to being slaughtered and exterminated in this wilderness mountain village, the life of the villagers has long been miserable.
It's really unimaginable, and now the whitewashed prosperous years are still such a miserable place, and it is even more difficult to imagine why such a miserable place still attracted the slaughter of the village by Tiejianwu!
Looking at the bloody eyes, asking about the pungent rancid stench, although he also had the idea of putting these mountain people into the earth in his heart, with his current physical condition, Yang Yi finally could only shake his head helplessly, and gradually walked away along the road that stretched out of the mountain in the village.
In the early morning after the rain, the crisp birdsong comes and goes, and the faint sound of water echoes in the mountains from nowhere.
Over a mountain range, the rumbling sound of the water is like the drum of thousands of troops, deafening, a waterfall rushes down from the mountain pass, falls to the bottom of the valley, and the rising water mist sets up a dense rainbow bridge under the reflection of the rising sun.
"I want to go back by the wind, and I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, how can I be in the world!"
Seeing the grand scene, all the pent-up emotions seemed to dissipate at this moment. Yang Yi sang loudly in his mouth, his body rose in the air, fluttering like a feather and ascending to the immortal, stepping on the rainbow bridge and heading to the mountain on the other side of the waterfall.
"It's been ten years since I dreamed of spring and autumn, where did I wake up from a dream."
Stepping on the Hongqiao and looking at the waterfall beside him, I was full of feelings.
"Senior brother is really interested."
A beautiful voice overshadowed the rumbling sound of water under the majestic internal force, and softly entered Yang Yi's ears.
A figure suddenly rose, opposite Yang Yi from afar! I saw that the man was dressed as a scholar, he looked about thirty years old, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyebrows were full of affection, a purple and gold hairband tied his long hair behind his head, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand, so he was a rich boy's skin!
"Feng Jun!" Yang Yi looked at the people who came, his voice was as cold as ice, and his eyes were as cold as knives: "Those people in the village, you killed them?" ”
"It's just a homeless person, it's not worth letting me do it myself!"
Feng Jun clapped his hands together and smiled. Feng Junfan pointed at Yang Yi, and didn't explain much, and said: "I haven't seen you for many years, junior brother is really easy for us to find!" ”
"Why?!"
Yang Yi's eyes were like a sword, stabbing straight at Feng Jun.
"What happened back then, it was indeed that I was sorry for you. As for why he betrayed you, you must not say! ”
Facing Yang Yi's gaze, Feng Jun was still graceful.
Feng Jun no longer gave Yang Yi time to speak, and said, "Senior brother seems to have suffered a lot of internal injuries?" ”
"So you're trying to make me a fool?" Yang Yi smiled and said fiercely, "I told those mountain people in the village that I want to get justice for them!" ”
"You know I'm not going to keep my hand! It's just that you're seriously injured, so you should strike first! ”
Feng Jun looked at Yang Yi coldly, his face expressionless.
"Poof!"
With only a slight urge of internal force, the internal organs cracked again, and a mouthful of turbid blood choked out.
A mouthful of turbid blood spit out, only to see Yang Yi's right hand leaning forward, then pulling back, a faint mist pulled back, and a short sword came out of nowhere and was held in his hand.
The long sword suddenly sent forward, and the faint sword qi pierced the space, stabbing straight at Feng Jun!
"Good!"
Seeing Yang Yi make a move, Feng Jun applauded in his mouth, opened the folding fan with a bang, and pushed it down hard, the internal force surged, only to see a hazy fan shadow extending out from the folding fan in Feng Jun's hand, and the water vapor of the straight fan swung and overlapped, like rolling waves, whistling and rolling towards Yang Yi!
Seeing that the waves in the sky were about to drown him, Yang Yi's body suddenly rolled up, like a fish jumping for nine days, the long sword in his hand was drawn and slashed, from bottom to top, it was actually a sword that cut through the huge waves in the sky, and a sword arc slashed, as if he was going to cut Feng Jun in half!
Yang Yi's move was not finished, he pulled his sword like a flower, and between the steaming water, he saw two angry dragons, appearing out of thin air, with the power of thunder, rushing straight towards Feng Jun!
The two have known each other for many years, and their tricks have long been well known, Feng Jun put away the folding fan in his hand, avoided Yang Yi's bottom-up cut-off, and cut from top to bottom!
On top of several fan bones, a faint sword light suddenly appeared! I saw that under the vigorous internal force, the sword rays born were violently combined, and under the great strength, they actually left the tip of the fan and shot towards Yang Yi!
Yang Yi's sword light condensed, and on the tip of the illusory sword, an ice mirror with a radius of more than a foot suddenly condensed, flashing with a faint essence light! The ice mirror was condensed, and the short sword in his hand instantly steamed with a trace of white steam!
Cha!
The sound of shattering came, and Yang Yi's condensed ice mirror only blocked the sword for a moment.
The ice mirror shattered, and Yang Yi's short sword slowly lifted up, as if holding the weight of a thousand catties, it seemed to be slow, but it could withstand the sword. The cold air was biting, and it was as if the sword was frozen, and it was impossible to advance an inch.
Feng Jun's fan was unfurled, and a dark fragrance wafted in. Yang Yi's sword body swayed, turning heavy into light, like a breeze blowing, the dark fragrance that hit was clear, and the thousand strands of sword qi were like spring breeze, wisps of silk, and they were wrapped towards Feng Jun.
Feng Jun folded the fan in his hand and circled it, flicked the sword wire stabbed by Yang Yi, turned around and slashed, the tip of the fan was like a blade, and slashed towards Yang Yi's throat.
Yang Yi made a mistake backwards, avoiding Feng Jun's fan, the sword light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, eight swords were stabbed, which were one rigid and one soft, always round, one moving and one static, one positive and one side, one sword and eight styles, which seemed to be chaotic, but implied the principle of mutual growth and restraint, complementing each other.
Feng Jun's body was like a flocculent for a while, and he could avoid the vital points on his body, and suddenly retreated!
It's just that although it was extremely fast, a faint trace of blood was still engraved on Feng Jun's face!
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Feng Jun stabilized his body and really smelled the breath of death!
"Wash the sword!"
Yang Yi held a short sword in his hand, the wind ruffled his unkempt hair, and a sword light flashed like a meteor piercing the sky!
"Poof!"
Feng Jun's body slammed into the ground, Yang Yi's body shook, a mouthful of turbid blood spurted out, and he fell beside Feng Jun's body.
With great difficulty, he took out a few medicine bottles from Feng Jun's arms, selected two bottles from them at a glance, poured out two pills, one black and one white, put them in his mouth, and slowly swallowed them in his abdomen.
Tiejianwu inherited from the previous dynasty, the children in the door will carry healing medicine stones with them, Feng Jun, as the young master of Tiejianwu, has a lot of these things on his body, this black and white two pills are the famous healing holy medicine Yu Zhensan on the rivers and lakes.
It's just that few people in the rivers and lakes know that this Yuzhen Pill is divided into Yin and Yang two pills, although they are all healing miracle medicines, but there is another hidden poison when taken alone, only the Yin and Yang two pills are taken together, it is the real Yuzhen Pill, if this matter is not the core disciples of the door, they don't know the mystery.
The pill was put into the abdomen, and Yang Yi did not delay, and adjusted the injuries in his body.
With the help of medicine stones, but in half a day, Yang Yi only felt that the injuries in his body seemed to have recovered two points. It's just that I don't know if it's the effect of Yu Zhensan, or if it's another mystery.
"Huh!"
Yang Yi got up and looked at Feng Jun beside him, and suddenly let out a long sigh, only he knew how many emotions he had in his heart. took out a few medicine bottles from Feng Jun's arms and put them in his arms, holding a bag of secret dried meat in his hand, and there was more joy in his eyes.
This dried meat is made by the Iron Sword Dock Medicine Hall, and the disciples of Iron Sword Dock will bring some of this secret dried meat with them when they are on secret missions outside, as a supplement to dry food.