In the early morning of the next day, a restaurant by the Biluo River, on the second floor.

A man in black, thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a plain face and a lofty spirit, sat by the window at the wine table. He carries a long baggage behind him, which is thick and high above his head, so it is very eye-catching.

At his table sat a young man, dressed in dark blue cloth, staring calmly out the window at the boat drifting on the river. The wine glass in his hand never stopped, and although he was only in his twenties, the kind of stability and calm that came out of his eyes was extremely rare.

At this moment, he poured wine for the young man, and then asked in a low voice, "Turbidity, why don't you move yet? There is only one day left, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to catch up?"

Yi Xunfeng's gaze withdrew from the window, fell on him instead, and said, "Catch up." The earlier you go, the more trouble you have. ”

He looked a little disappointed at Yi Xunfeng's casual answer, and asked tentatively, "That Cheng Ge, he was beaten into the abyss by Tianjiao and Zhuang Yu, and he is already dead, so we don't have to care about him anymore." But then Shi Ruge, she has not been heard from all the time, have you ever thought that she might be somewhere? Will she also die?"

Suddenly, the wine glass in Yi Xunfeng's hand was put down heavily, and the wine overflowed and spilled on the table.

Yi Xunfeng began to stare at him, and his deep eyes were like the sea, churning with hurricane waves. He deliberately reminded him, "Innocence, you've been caring more and more lately. Matters related to Izumi Pond Villa, remember that in the past, you always deliberately avoided and never asked......"

Ling Wuxian immediately forced a smile again, and explained to him in a lower voice, "I'm not worried about you because I care about you, I'm worried that those rumors about Shi Ruge along the way will affect you. ”

Recently, Yi Xunfeng really had an obvious feeling, that is, Ling Wuxian had changed, and he had completely become a different person, and his temperament, interests, and style of doing things were very different from the past. However, since he hadn't figured out why Ling Wuxian had changed, he still planned not to expose it for the time being. After a while, his gaze took his eyes off Ling Wuxian again, and said coldly, "The matter between me and Shi Ruge has long been over. ”

Ling Wuxian continued to smirk, and nodded in response to him, "Okay, good, good ......"

Then, Ling Wuxian lowered his head, also preparing to drink, while thinking a little.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a fast arrow came quickly. It passed through the main entrance, spun around in the air, and finally flew forward at a photoelectric speed, shooting directly at the center of the cloudy wind.

The guests present were all shocked, seeing that it was about to hurt the turbid wind, but in the blink of an eye, they saw that it had been firmly caught by the unhurried turbid wind, sandwiched between the index finger and the middle finger.

In front of everyone's eyes, Yi Xunfeng took off a small roll of paper inlaid with arrows, stretched it out, and saw a line of conspicuous words on the paper: If you want to save the beauty, go to Yanling Beya Mountain quickly, Shu Xiao.

A few words, suddenly, his heart was pierced as if he had been pierced by a sharp needle, and there was a faint tingling pain. Ling Wuxian next to him immediately saw the clue, and frowned again and asked him, "Who sent the urgent note, did something happen?"

Soon he crumpled the note into a ball, clenched it in the palm of his hand, and looked a little distracted, and replied to Ling Wuxie, "It's not a big deal." ”

"Is it really okay?" Ling Wuxian was skeptical.

He didn't have the heart to explain any more, so he immediately got up, picked up the Chengying Sword placed on the table, and said, "I have something to do, so I'll rush to Yanling first, and you will follow me later." ”

"Hmm. Ling Wuxian didn't keep him, and he didn't ask any more questions. Although he is not the real Ling Wuxie, he occupies Ling Wuxie's soul, so he also understands him. He is stubborn and decisive. If he wants to go, no one can stop him.

After Yi Xunfeng left, Ling Wuxian picked up the feather arrow left on the ground and looked at it carefully. Yi Xunfeng didn't tell him who sent the letterhead, but after observation, he roughly guessed what caused Yi Xunfeng to go in such a hurry.

After sitting back in his seat, Ling Wuxian poured himself another glass of wine, and sneered and said, "Hmph, easy turbidity, easy turbidity, it's a pity, you have been planted in the hands of a woman like this in your life......"

An hour later, the rocky ridge of Beya Mountain. In a mountain forest, the trees are dense and the branches are luxuriant. Although the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, it is still alive.

The turbid wind walked through the forest like a fly, and after searching for a long time, he still did not find any clues. Suddenly, a breeze blew, and his heart moved inexplicably, and he clearly felt that someone was hanging in the air behind him. He instinctively turned his head, but all he saw was the mottled shadows of the trees left by the sunlight through the gaps.

His face changed suddenly, and the expression on his face froze completely. He didn't expect the enemy to be so elusive, so close to him, and he couldn't catch his shadow. However, he did not show any scruples or fears, and immediately raised his luck and took the safest precautions.

He could no longer predict whether the person who asked him to come was really Shu Xiao, as far as he knew, Shu Xiao's martial arts were under him, such a formation, so weird, that non-thoughtful people could not put it out. And Shu Xiao has always been more rude and careless. After composing himself, he stopped in the woods.

The leaves rattled, and his dark blue curls fluttered in the wind. He felt a strong wind behind him, carrying a strong murderous aura, which filled the surroundings little by little.

Immediately after, a soft female voice poured into his ears, and she kept calling, "Help me, save me......"

Suddenly, Yi Turbidity Wind rose with pity again, and his face was covered with a heavy haze. Because he knew it was Shi Ruge's voice.

But where is Shi Ruge now? She is calling for help, she must be in danger now!

And he couldn't let her get hurt, absolutely not! He wanted to save her!

After lifting his breath, he kept shouting to the vast forest sea: "Like a song, like a song, like a song......

Soon after, a laugh filled the sky, first from far to near, and then from near to far, gradually becoming more and more intense. She seemed to be reveling, and she seemed to be laughing.

And Yi Xunfeng couldn't think about it anymore, and his body jumped into the air, chasing the figure of the laughing man.

Ten miles ahead, there is a thick hundred-year-old banyan tree. Its trunk sprouted numerous equally thick branches, and on one of the towering branches, a slender thing seemed to hang. If you look closely, you can't help but sweat, because that ...... It's a person!

Her hands and feet were tightly tied, her eyes were weak, and her face was haggard. She looked in extreme pain, constantly struggling, struggling, struggling......

But it doesn't seem to have the strength to struggle......

On the ground beneath her feet, countless thunderbolts surrounded her in a circle. And the engine of the thunder fire was properly connected to the thick rope that bound her. As soon as someone lit the slightest flame of fire, she was blown to pieces.