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Chapter 209: Qin Yin

Ouyang Bi saw that Ye Xiaochuan intended to leave, and he was not reluctant, just smiled slightly, and took his daughter and the two twin brother disciples to fly up to the Langya Immortal Sect on the mountainside.

Before that Ouyang Caiyu left, he glared at him with a hateful look, feeling like a little poisonous snake, and that vicious look made Ye Xiaochuan's back a little cold.

The sun had set, and the surroundings were dark, and there was almost no sound except for the sound of nuns chanting Buddhist scriptures coming from the Jixiang Nunnery not far away.

Ye Xiaochuan sat on Nanmu with his buttocks, panting heavily.

Just now I was too reckless, I shouldn't have offended Langya Immortal Sect for silver, Cangyunmen has a good relationship with Jiaye Temple, and there are no grievances with several other big monk temples in the world, but the relationship with the nun temple is average.

The world's nunnery is full of Bodhi Mountain Jixiang Nunnery, and you can know who is behind the Jishi'an in front of you with your buttocks.

For the sake of a Jishi'an who doesn't have a good relationship with Cangyunmen, he offended Langya Immortal Sect, who almost wears a pair of pants with Cangyunmen, this deal is really not cost-effective.

If Master knew what he had done today, he would definitely punish himself heavily, and maybe Uncle Yunhe would lock himself up on the cliff for three months.

He sighed, and his mood was very depressed.

Yang Shijiu walked over with courage and called softly twice: "Ye Daxian ......" This pulled his mind back.

Ye Xiaochuan immediately said: "I offended the Langya Immortal Sect for you today, I will definitely be punished after I return to the mountain, and you have to compensate for my losses!"

Now is a good time for extortion, Ye Xiaochuan immediately put his mind on the old fat sheep of Yang Dashanren, originally thinking that his master had a relationship with the ancestors of the Yang family, Nanmu planned to sell half and give away, but now it is less than 10,000 taels of silver, and he is in a hurry with him.

Yang Dashan is also an interesting person, and immediately nodded busily, and said: "This is easy to say, Ye Shaoxia is a disciple of Qingfeng Dao Chief, why don't you move to the cold house and let the landlord do his best, how about it?"

Ye Xiaochuan's eyes rolled, and he immediately said: "Originally, I didn't plan to go to your house to bother, but since my master is related to your ancestors, and your family still enshrines the portrait of my master, I should go over to visit, just so let's sum up the price of this nanmu and lead the way." ”

When Ye Xiaochuan was preparing to get his first pot of gold from the Yang family, a dhow floated on the Yangtze River outside Hanyang City and anchored at the Hanyang Ferry.

In the dimness, you can see that on the deck of the boat, there is a beautiful woman in white clothes, holding a snow-white long sword, her face is as cold as frost, and ordinary mortals hardly dare to look directly at this woman in white.

This woman is naturally Cangyunmen Yun Qiyu.

Three days ago, Yun Qiyou, Ning Xiangruo, and Yang Liudi met Baili Kite, and learned that Ye Xiaochuan's whereabouts in the Yangtze River waterway were unknown.

The others didn't have any useful clues, but there was an extremely subtle connection between the slashing dust in Yun Qiyou's hand and the Wufeng in Ye Xiaochuan's hand, so Yun Qiyou's search was in the right direction.

Through Baili Kite's description of Ye Xiaochuan's tattered clothes and Qiankun bag found under the rocky waters of My Lai Ye Reef that day, Yun Qiyou deduced that Ye Xiaochuan was only afraid of floating naked in this Yangtze River.

Finally, two days ago, she accidentally learned from the conversation of the little lady on a flower boat that four days ago, there was indeed a young man with no clothes, lying on a huge log, and asked people for food and clothing every boat.

Yun Qiyou is very sure that the drifter on the river is Ye Xiaochuan.

Calculated the speed of driftwood drifting, and now Ye Xiaochuan should have floated to the vicinity of Hanyang City, she asked the boat boss to inquire, and sure enough, she soon found out that this afternoon, a young man carried a three-zhang long golden silk nanmu ashore from the ferry, saying that he was going to sell it to Yang Dashanren.

This is Ye Xiaochuan's style of acting.

So Yun Qiyou also went ashore from the Hanyang ferry.

The Hanyang Ferry is not big, far less busy than the Zephyr Ferry, thousands of miles away, and at night, there are hardly any people to be seen on the ferry except for a few lanterns floating in the dark.

Yun Qiyu went ashore and prepared to go to Westwind City to find out where the Yang family was, the ferry was still some distance from the city gate, and it was necessary to pass through a small forest.

Yun Qiyou was about to walk out of the woods, only a few hundred zhang away from the city gate, when suddenly, a low sound of the piano came from the quiet woods.

The sound of the piano is very slow, like the mournful cry of an ape, which makes people feel sad and can't help but burst into tears.

Yun Qiyou didn't care about it at first, but when she felt that her mood was actually sad with the sound of the piano, she suddenly stopped.

Her heartbeat was also very strange at the moment, and it seemed to change with that strange tone!

Yun Qiyou's face changed slightly.

With her current Taoism, her heart is like a rock, and her concentration is extremely deep, and she can be affected by the sound of foreign objects, which is simply unheard of!

Yun Qiyou tightly grasped the dust cutting sword in her hand, turned around slowly, and her cold eyes slowly scanned the surroundings, trying to find the source of the sound of the qin, but she soon found that she couldn't find the direction from which the sound came from.

This made her heart shake again.

She said lightly: "Who is pretending to be a ghost here, and if he doesn't show up again, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

"A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a soulmate at the end of the world!"

A very old and hoarse voice came slowly from the woods, the voice was very slow and sad, as if a wise man who had seen through the reincarnation of the world was lamenting the sorrow of life.

The artistic conception of the high place is unbearable and cold, and the world is ignorant, so that Yun Qiyou can't help but be slightly moved.

But in the next moment, her delicate body had already risen into the air, and with the slashing of the dust, the white sword light cut through the darkness, and hundreds of white air swords swished towards the small pine forest on the east side of the road.

Almost instantaneously, the tone of the piano changed from its previous slow and unpretentious tone, like mountains and flowing water, and the sound was sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.

A wave of sonic qi swept out of the woods with the change of the sound of the piano, forming countless strange blades, including swords and axes, and in an instant, these blades formed by the sonic waves broke the hundreds of white qi swords urged by Yun Qiyou, and continued to impact towards Yun Qiyou unabated.

Yun Qiyou's face finally changed greatly, and he whistled softly, his voice was like breaking ice and cutting snow, cool and sharp.

A thin sword qi of smoke and dust came straight out from the blade of the sword that cut the dust, and with that sword qi galloping up, the countless strange blades that flew over instantly collapsed.

The wave of sound wave qi that swept over was also suddenly blocked, and there was a strange bang, and a big hole was stabbed open by that sword qi.