"I have already cultivated the thirty-three Heavenly Ladders and broken through to the True Form Realm."

In the quiet room, copper basins and clean water are prepared, and small copper mirrors are placed at the bottom of the water.

Situ Yuntao's projection had just condensed above the water basin, and when he heard such a sentence, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"So fast?! The last time you and I talked, didn't it take nearly a year to make a steady breakthrough? ”

"There were some unexpected opportunities, inspiration, and a breakthrough in advance."

Su Hanshan stretched out his right hand forward, and many soft golden rays rose from his palm, each of which was more than ten times thinner than a hair.

The internal force can be so fine that it can be maintained after it is emitted from the body.

This is a conclusive evidence that the thirty-three heavenly ladders have been practiced and the hidden meridians have been repeated on their own.

"Good! Good! ”

Situ Yuntao's eyes lit up slightly, and he sighed in admiration, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and said, "Since I invited you to participate in the Shenwei Banquet, I have really been surprised repeatedly, and when I participate in the True Inheritance Trial in the future, maybe your strength will exceed our best expectations." ”

"But judging by your look, there is something else to talk to me about, so it doesn't hurt to say it directly."

Su Hanshan took the opportunity to say: "The opportunity I got this time, in addition to inspiring my personal cultivation, is also very beneficial to recruiting recruits for training, and it is possible to reduce the consumption of grain, wine and meat at the stage of cut-off Qi Sea Xiaocheng to one-tenth of the original. ”

He told some of the cultivation mantras of the martial arts world, as well as the experience of training soldiers and horses in Chang'an City.

Although it was not complete, it was enough to make Situ Yuntao tempted.

Even Su Hanshan is now thinking about training soldiers and horses and cultivating his own forces, and Situ Yuntao's demands in this regard will only be earlier and more urgent than him.

The more troops you can control, the more recruits you want to train, and the more headaches you have to lose food.

"I can give these full sets of cultivation methods and training experience to my senior brother, but I have one request."

Su Hanshan's eyes sank slightly, and he continued, "I killed Mei Li, the hall master of the Flying Sword Sect, and next, I will kill more of them, and when the time comes, their sect master may attack me when he hears the news." ”

"I would like to ask Senior Brother to dispatch a master of the Xuanfei Realm to help me offset this worry."

The master of the Xuanti starts with the qi of heaven and earth that is equivalent to ten times his own strength.

Liu Zhaoheng, the sect leader of the Feiliu Sword Sect, had already stepped into the Xuanfei realm many years ago, even if he needed to suppress the sword spirit now, Su Hanshan didn't feel that he would have any chance of winning against him.

If you need to find foreign help, you have to find it.

Situ Yuntao himself is in the realm of Xuanti, but if he can compete with the Situ family, he must also have reliable reinforcements, and he has been in the territory of Xueling for a long time.

"Flying Sword Sect?"

Situ Yuntao listened to Su Hanshan's explanation of the process of resentment, and also knew that this grudge could not be resolved, his brows furrowed slightly, and he groaned for a while.

"The current pattern of Xueling, all parties and departments contain each other, fight but not break, the Feiliu Sword Sect is also a very important part, in the past many years, anyone who wants to tear their faces with the Feiliu Sword Sect must consider whether they will be profited by the fisherman after doing it themselves."

"But ......"

He was silent for a few breaths, suddenly his brows stretched, and his words changed, "The past is the past, the present is the present, the vision that the rivers and rivers in the world are red have been revealed, and the situation anywhere can also change." ”

"Your strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and you have a grudge against the Flying Sword Sect, maybe it's an opportunity."

"Do whatever you want, don't worry about Liu Zhaoheng's existence, but the threat of other people has to be faced by yourself."

"Don't be careless, I don't want me to have one less scheduled junior disciple and one less set of training secrets."

As soon as the words fell, Situ Yuntao's phantom had already disappeared.

Su Hanshan's eyebrows raised slightly, and without hesitation, he walked out of the quiet room.

The preparations that must be made have been made, and there is no time to be delayed.

If it drags on for a while, Uncle Zuo may have an extra layer of risk.

………………

Sunny and white, shining all over the earth.

The mountains and forests in the north have not yet thawed, but the snow on the trees has melted a lot under the continuous sunlight, and the ice edges have become clearer and more transparent, revealing the whole picture of the dark branches.

The boulder cliffs are also dark in the light of the snow, and the solid road surface in the mountains is still black.

The vast mountains and rivers are all black and white depictions of the world.

Two people in white cloaks, flying through the mountains, up and down, different from the only color of this mountain forest, is their name.

They all have the surname Blue.

The thin-eyed man is named Lan Qianfang, and the other man with a hooked nose is named Lan Yuanshi, both of whom belong to the dark hall of the Feiliu Sword Sect.

Lan Qianfang suddenly stopped on the snow and felt a ring-shaped jade pendant in his arms.

The jade pendant was emitting white light, and was pinched by Lan Qianfang for a few seals, and after entering the true qi, a middle-aged man's voice came out.

"It's me, Merry, have you found the sword slave over there?"

"Not yet."

Lan Qianfang said, "When the sword slave defected, he was seriously injured, but I'm afraid it was also because the injury was too serious, and even his bloodline perception would sometimes be unstable and become like a headless fly. ”

"We thought he would look for his daughter, but along the way, his route was really circuitous, circuitous, and vomited blood in many places, making it difficult for us to tell where to go."

Lan Yuanshi also flew over: "At present, our three halls have been divided into four ways to search, each hall of the true form realm, each going one way, the three halls of the ladder together, responsible for one way, but if we continue, I am afraid that it will be divided into more routes." ”

Mei Li said: "I have already arrested his daughter, it really took a lot of effort, fortunately, I didn't alarm a few hard hands of the Songhe Martial Arts Pavilion at that time, and when they wanted to investigate afterwards, there were no clues, so don't worry about Situ Yuntao's people being involved." ”

Lan Qian was overjoyed: "Okay, in this way, we can wait for the rabbit, no matter how many detours he makes, as long as he doesn't die halfway, he will always come to find his daughter." ”

"Well, you keep the sound transmission jade pendant open, so I can determine the direction and hurry to meet you."

Mei Li said, "In addition, Lan Yuanshi, you contact a few other passers-by to see if there is any new news on their side, in case the sword slave has been caught by them, we don't have to bother." ”

The voice on Yu Pei's side quickly disappeared, and only the sound of the wind remained, as if he was in a hurry.

Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi were not idle, and after contacting the others, they still searched according to their original routes.

The people in the dark hall are different from the few halls on the bright side of the Feiliu Sword Sect, they have been recruited and trained since they were children, and what they do are extremely harsh and cruel things, and they exchange merit for reward.

Therefore, they have always been more eager for meritorious deeds, and even if some of them have reached high positions in the sect, this habit has not changed.

Mei Li is the hall master of the previous generation of the dark hall, because he has made many meritorious contributions and is old, he was transferred to the torture hall by the sect master, so that he has a high-level status on the surface, and he enjoys honor in and out for many years.

This time the big matter of chasing the sword slave, even Mei Li is so active, how can Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi slack off.

They walked for several miles, and found that a large number of people and horses were passing by in a mountain col not far away, so they stopped to check, and did not see the figure that might be a sword slave, so they continued to advance.

The group of men, the total number of which was less than 100, was 30 powerful men, wearing steel knives at their waists, and riding horses under their crotches.

The rest of the people, all young men and women, were all dressed in cold clothes, even like beggars, with dirty bodies, and their hands bound with ropes, and they walked with fear on their faces.

All of these horsemen were slave traders.

The wealthy families of the Great Chu Dynasty all have the custom of raising slaves, but the severity is different in different places, here in Xueling, it was originally considered light, even if you sell yourself as a slave, you must have a deed of sale witnessed by the government, you can find out the origin of the slave, and the abductor will be punished.

However, after the influx of refugees from Shanyang County into the Snow Mountains, many large families took the opportunity to choose slaves or accept them as hidden households, and few local governments could manage them, so they gave these slave traders the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Most of the refugees who managed to escape to Snow Ridge were strong, and even if they were sold into slavery, they would not go through trafficking and have no oil or water to make.

They wantonly went between remote villages and towns, looked at those good-looking young men and women, tried to abduct them, sold them to other places, pretended to be refugees, and mixed up with the supervision of the government, and made a lot of money.

In the ice and snow, some young people with weak temperaments couldn't help crying in a low voice as they walked.

The man on horseback shouted, "What are you crying about? That is, now that the weather is warmer, you dare to cry for a while, and directly freeze your face, the uncle is taking you to enjoy the blessings, and you don't have to farm in the future, you can make money without working, I don't know how many people want to go and have no way. ”

The boys and girls had obviously been taught many times by these people, and when they were frightened by this, their cries immediately lowered a lot, but some of them still couldn't stop muttering about their fathers and mothers at home.

Among these traffickers, there are many people who are smart and discerning in martial arts, and they can hear those muttering clearly, but they just snort coldly and don't take it to heart.

Their father and mother are just simple villagers, and they may not have been far away in their lives, even if they lose their children and are anxious, they will not know how to chase these habitual criminals, let alone whether they can get their children back after catching up.

Traffickers are used to doing this kind of business, but they see that honest people are easy to bully.

Unexpectedly, when the group was about to walk through the col, a figure suddenly sat in the snow on the side of the road.

The snow was flat and flat, not the slightest bit different from the rest, and I don't know how the man hid in it or how long he stayed there.

The traffickers immediately reined in their swords and became alert.

Although the man was unkempt and his clothes were tattered, like a beggar, he must have some work on his body to hide in the snow for a long time in this kind of weather.

The leader of the traffickers opened his mouth with three points of courtesy and interrogated him.

The beggar turned a deaf ear and went straight into the crowd, frightening the young men and women to hurry away.

"Who...... Call me ......"

The beggar's tone was sluggish, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, looking left and right, his tone confused.

He obviously heard someone calling Dad, it was a very good, girl's voice, very familiar, it was his...... Who is it?

In short, it is a very important person.

But the people in front of me stopped shouting Dad, and there was no such voice.

The beggar seems to have a lot of scenery in his head, cracked, chaotic colors, bringing home the prey, teaching a girl with a vague face to smell the prey, and laughing when the girl is smoked.

There was a more mature woman's voice next to him blaming him, but it was all broken and out of tune.

Suddenly, in his mind, there was a different sky, full of swords, huge stone swords, broken palaces, pools like swords, sword-shaped canyons, rusty swords, broken swords, and broken swords that flew up.

"Longsheng, Yun'er ......"

The beggar's face was dull, his body stiff, and he did not react to the traffickers' gradually impatient tone and tentative eyes.

He had been thinking about those things lately, and hearing those voices, as if a weak woman was telling him something, made him very uncomfortable.

However, there are still people chasing him, such a fierce person, so that he is always vomiting blood, changing places after places, and there is no time to reminisce and put together those broken pictures.

After all, the traffickers were not ready to cause trouble, and took the boys and girls with them, ready to bypass the strange beggar, and some of the traffickers got off their horses and dragged the boys and men.

When the strong man rudely grabbed a little girl with a dirty face, the little girl screamed in pain, and the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if he was caught in iron tongs.

The strange beggar reached out and took his wrist and turned his head to look at him, his eyes still glazed.

The traffickers were already nervous, and when they saw him do it, they drew their knives and pounced.

Their murderous intent and malice were like needle, making the sluggish beggar suddenly stir up the strong man in his hand.

The body, which was as strong as a bear, with a shiny face and was not afraid of freezing in the cold wind, crossed an arc in mid-air and smashed to the ground.

Boom!!!

When the voice came out, all the traffickers, before even their expressions changed, were suddenly slapped into pools of blood and mud by the invisible force from above down.

The ground in the mountains seemed to have twenty-nine more huge blood-colored flowers.

Only the strong man who was held in his hand by the beggar still maintained his body intact, but he had already rolled his eyes and did not wake up.

All the horses, all the boys, men and women, stared blankly at the scene.

Even the horse's eyes, when the beggar's figure was reflected, revealed incomparable fear.

With a scream, the boys, girls and horses, like frightened birds, fled in all directions.

The beggar held the strong man in his hand, and looked at the fleeing men, but he could not make out which little girl it was, and pronounced the voice that was familiar to him.

He stood blankly, but soon, his eyes became fierce, like a wounded beast.

On the hillside ahead, two figures in white cloaks had turned back and flew towards them.

(End of chapter)