The little donkey carried Song Zhi and walked out of the mountain, as if he felt the pressure from the barrier of Tianhui Mountain, and the donkey was walking significantly faster.

As she was about to leave the valley, Song Zhi looked up at the green hill again. The village was still there, but the street was empty. Even so, Song Zhi could still feel many eyes looking at him.

Song Zhi slowly withdrew his gaze, and a chuckled appeared at the corner of his mouth. He had already had a look in his heart at the tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

Why are there no vendors on the street? Why are the villagers talking and fighting all day long, doing what they want to do, but losing the fireworks...

Because they are not humans themselves, but sword spirits. In this mountain of heaven, all things have spirits, among which sword soldiers are the best. They come here with their own stories and their own legends, silently waiting for the next person with destiny to take them away.

Therefore, the cruel and decisive Liu Kongming was chosen by Jin Xiong, the soldier of the Sword, while the sinister Sun Yu found the right path of the Skull-Slaying Sword Purple Palace, so he...

Song Zhi looked at the simple and elegant Chengying Sword on his waist, murmured, "Then what about me, why did I choose me..."

As expected, the three old men at the exit of the valley were gone, but the copper coins in the bowl were gone. Song Zhi shook his head and walked out of the mountain.

Walking out of the valley, the sun was shining brightly at this moment, and it was still noon, but Song Zhi knew in his heart that it was the second day.

Song Zhi's brows gradually frowned. He looked around and saw that the exit of Wanjian Tomb was empty. The plan that he had originally wanted to sneak away seemed to be useless.

"What's wrong..." Song Zhi walked less than fifty steps and turned over and got off the donkey, patted the donkey's butt, and the donkey screamed and shook his head and walked down the mountain alone.

Song Zhi stopped in place, holding it on the hilt of the sword, and pretended to be ready to fight at any time, and a fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He didn't sense the breath of living people nearby, and his spiritual sense was even more empty. If he had left the mountain gate and was surrounded by a group today, Song Zhi would not be surprised. But at this time, there was not a single monk, but Song Zhi was facing a great enemy.

What made Song Zhi most alert was that the Chengying Sword on his waist was trembling continuously, which was an indescribable impulse. If Song Zhi had not pressed his finger against the scabbard, the Chengying Sword would have broken the scabbard and flew away.

"Who is sneaking!" Song Zhi simply pulled out the Chengying Sword, and the black light suddenly appeared in the darkness of the world, but the next moment it returned to Qingming.

Song Zhi lifted his hand unconsciously. This was Chengying Sword guiding him, slowly pointing to a place.

"sneaking....?"

A powerful voice sounded, and then a figure slowly appeared. A layer of light golden light lingered around him. As this layer of light faded, his figure emerged.

This is an old man with deep eyes, hooked nose and gray hair. He is wearing thin coats and holding a pure white sword as white as snow and hidden in his hand, and is looking sideways.

Song Zhi did not know this person, but from the way he appeared, he could also determine that this person's cultivation was far from what he could guess. He was a first-class master of Great Perfection?

No, even if he faces Huo Yuanlong, who is the first person to hunt, he will feel the pressure of falling like the sky, but he will definitely not be so powerless. This person is hunting.

"It turns out that it is Lord Yangshou. I have offended many of my younger generations. Please forgive me." Song Zhi put away the Chengying Sword, carried it behind him without any trace, and saluted him.

"That person is you?" Xia Yechang was not surprised that Song Zhi recognized him. If he was so stupid that he couldn't even recognize him, how could he take the Chengying Sword?

"It's the junior." Song Zhi said truthfully.

The person who came was the sect leader of Dingxian Mountain. Song Zhi was relieved instead. He would not have to make himself out just because he took the Chengying Sword, hahahahahaha...

I won't really make me out!?

Song Zhi glanced quietly and saw the famous sword fairy Yang Shou. His eyes didn't look like a good person.

Xia Yechang looked up and down Song Zhi, walked forward slowly, and said to himself:

"I have been in Chongyu for more than a hundred years since I entered Chongyu for more than a hundred years. In the past hundred years, Chengying Jian of Jian Tomb has only recognized one master, and you... are the second one."

After saying that, before Song Zhi spoke, Xia Yechang continued:

"So I have always been curious about what this Chengying Sword values. Dingxian Mountain has the most in need of genius in more than a hundred years, but no one can attract its attention. You..."

"Why?"

Song Zhi frowned slightly. Yang Shou's words were vaguely targeted. It seemed that it was not that easy to easily take the Chengying Sword.

"I don't know what my senior asked, but since the sword spirit has a choice, I guess... it has its own reasons."

Xia Yechang's mouth curled slightly when he heard this, but his eyes were still cold and cold. He had already walked to Song Zhi's face, his tall and thin figure blocked the midday sunshine, and he looked down.

Song Zhi could no longer help but look up and looked at Xia Yechang's eyes, without giving in.

"Are you a woman?" Xia Yechang looked at Song Zhi's face and suddenly asked, which shocked Song Zhi.

Of course I am a man, but even Yin Shou couldn't see through it. After all, no one would doubt whether it was a man or a woman when he saw this face of Ji Yue Wuxia, unless he had a serious illness.

But why did Yang Shou ask that?

Song Zhi's brief hesitation made Xia Yechang get the answer. Xia Yechang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the following words made Song Zhi even more shocked: "You are the baby back then."

"You." Song Zhi subconsciously took a half step back, his body tensed up again, and his secret was known by this Yang Shou. Wouldn't the demon fox in his body be...

"What are you afraid of?" Xia Yechang sneered, slowly turned his back and said:

"Otherwise, do you think that the Blue Sky Moon-Swallowing Fox King... is it for you?"

Song Zhi could no longer understand the situation. This is... a friendly army? The Moon-Swallowing King of Bixiao was captured by Yangshou?

"Don't listen to this old guy's swearing, how could he be the only one who can surrender? Haha." The voice of the demon fox immediately rose from Song Zhi's body, as if he was afraid that his reputation would be damaged.

"Senior, are you looking for me?" Song Zhi bowed and asked.

"Follow me."

After the words came, a light gate appeared in front of Xia Yechang. After looking back at Song Zhi, he took the lead in stepping into the scene.

Even if Song Zhi didn't want to, he had to bite the bullet and enter, not knowing what Xia Yechang was going to do.

At the foot of the mountain.

Station.

Jiang Yazhen was sitting under the tea shed at the inn, with half a cup of herbal tea in his hand rippling slightly, his purple eyes staring at the direction of the sword tomb, his eyes full of worry.

The stable not far behind her was full of horses. The disciples or outsiders who participated in the trial came out early, but only Song Zhi had not appeared for a long time.

"It's been a day and a night..." Jiang Yazhen stood up, wandering anxiously, and looked towards the direction of the valley from time to time.

There was no danger in Suwen's sword tomb, so Jiang Yazhen did not go in with Song Zhi. Now he couldn't help but feel regretful. Waiting is always a torment.

"kindness?"

Jiang Yazhen suddenly noticed something from the corner of her eyes and hurriedly raised her foot to meet her.

This is a short donkey with red ears. It is the little donkey that Song Zhi rode. Jiang Yazhen came to the donkey and held its reins. He looked around but could not see Song Zhi.

Jiang Yazhen suddenly felt something was wrong and his eyebrows were raised and he was about to rush to Dingxian Mountain. At this moment, her wrist was suddenly pulled by someone.

Jiang Yazhen looked back coldly, but when she saw the person clearly, she couldn't help but be stunned, her eyes full of shock.

"Han Xiuchen? Why are you here?"

The person who came was Han Xiuchen, but it was different from the sloppy dirty robe he used to wear.

Today, Han Xiuchen changed into a beige Taoist robe, his temples were neatly combed, his face was clean and fair, and he was a little handsome with a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Han Xiuchen still had a familiar smile on his lips. He gently let go of Jiang Yazhen's hand and said, "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Yazhen looked up and down at Han Xiuchen and saw that although Han Xiuchen's Taoist costumes were of different colors, they were in the style of Dingxian Mountain. So he asked tentatively:

"Are you a disciple of Dingxian Mountain?"

Han Xiuchen did not deny it, but coughed gently and nodded, "That, Miss Jiang, I came here to ask you for something."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yazhen was a little puzzled. Han Xiuchen ran here from afar, and actually asked him to do his own business?

Han Xiuchen first pursed his lips and hissed lightly, then carefully took out a silver crock from his arms. This ancient jewelry emitted a faint crystal light under the noon sun.

Looking at the silver comb in his hand, Han Xiuchen slowly moved his gaze elsewhere, then took Jiang Yazhen's hand and put it into her palm.

"Are you?" Jiang Yazhen became even more confused.

Han Xiuchen looked up again, looked at Jiang Yazhen sincerely and seriously in his eyes, and said, "Miss Jiang, do you remember once saying to my mother, "You are a wife who has not passed the door?" My mother believed it, this is... the betrothal gift she gave you..."

"But I just..." Jiang Yazhen immediately spoke up to refute, but Han Xiuchen took the lead and said:

"Miss Jiang."

"Just be a good person to the end and tell my mother once. Let's go to a faraway place to live, so that she should not worry."

When Jiang Yazhen heard this, she looked at Han Xiuchen again and asked back, "Where are you going?"

“Do one thing.”

Han Xiuchen smiled slightly, slowly closed Jiang Yazhen's finger with his other hand, and pushed the silver comb to Jiang Yazhen. At this moment, he had no intention of taking advantage of the situation and looked serious.

"Can you tell me what you are going to do?" Jiang Yazhen vaguely guessed something, but couldn't help asking.

Han Xiuchen noticed that someone was looking at this side, and his eyes were as surprised as seeing a ghost. He touched the donkey's ears and smiled at Jiang Yazhen:

"I'm going to do something that only I can do."

After saying that, he stopped stopping and walked up the mountain.

Jiang Yazhen looked at his back and realized that after putting on the Taoist robe, every step of this guy was filled with a Taoist rhyme. He had no spiritual power at all, and he was like a dragon and a snake, and he disappeared outside the valley in the blink of an eye.

And she also heard the conversations of others in her ears, and they were all saying a name in a terrified tone:

Returning to summer.

On the top of Dingxian Mountain, Song Zhi followed Xia Yechang and walked towards the platform on the mountain in the storm of the storm. The snow wind swayed her clothes and her long white hair, and the two were speechless.

There was an attic not far away, and two figures were standing in the lights and looking at this side. Song Zhi narrowed his eyes and found that it was someone he knew. After both sides nodded, Song Zhi withdrew his gaze.

These two people are Su Lun and Xia Xiye whom they met in Yuanjie Town.
To be continued...