“Senior Wuyue, why are you out here? We can just keep an eye on you here. You should go back to recuperate first?”
The original red-clothed base location is now occupied by a group of white-clothed people.
Everyone from all parties performed their duties and things were handled in an orderly manner.
But when a middle-aged man wearing a light blue robe walked out of the tent, everyone immediately fell silent.
The white-clothed guard on the side quickly spoke out to persuade him.
Gou Wuyue, however, only waved her hand gently, "The injury doesn't matter, how are you preparing?"
“All the work has been completed, just waiting for the people in the white cave space to come out.”
The guard in white who was standing by said: "Also, other injured brothers in Qinglong County have also been treated. Others who died in the battle have also been notified, and their families are helping to take care of them."
"well-done."
Gou Wuyue nodded and saw that almost half of the people in the camp were missing. She couldn't help but whisper softly, "Is there any new news?"
"have."
The guard in white clothes said: "According to the information left by red clothes previously, the storyteller was not the only one who entered the small world of Bai Cave."
“Before this, they actually discovered the figures of three people in total, namely the leader of the holy slaves, Cenchofu, and the storyteller.”
“In other words, there are at least three ‘saint slaves’ in the white cave at this time.”
Gou Wuyue was startled when he heard this: "The first seat of the Holy Slave?"
“Yes.” Bai Yi nodded quickly.
“He’s here too?”
"Um."
Gou Wuyue immediately lowered his head, as if thinking about something. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Where is Xiaoyi?"
"exist."
The void suddenly flashed, and another one in white appeared.
“Who is the person in charge of the branch of the Holy Temple in Dongtianwang City?” Gou Wuyue asked.
“Wild geese by the river.” Changyi responded.
“Riverside Yan, I seem to have some impression...” Gou Wuyue frowned.
Chang Yi suddenly said: "Jiangbian Yan, who is at the peak of Throne's cultivation, has already tried to kill the Tao before. Whether he succeeded or not, we don't know yet."
“He has some relationship with Yu Lingdi, the leader of the Spiritual Department. He seems to be a distant relative. His roots are right and Miaohong is red. There is absolutely no problem.”
Gou Wuyue then took out a token and handed it over, "Give me an order to mobilize all the white and red clothes that can be mobilized in Dongtianwang City and its vicinity."
"all?"
Chang Yi was startled.
"right."
Gou Wuyue said: "There are three 'Saint Slaves' who entered the White Cave. You have already told us this important information very late."
Changyi suddenly bowed in panic, "We are afraid of disturbing senior's treatment..."
“I don’t mean to blame you.”
Gou Wuyue reached out and patted his shoulder, smiled gently, and continued: "Now the three 'Saint Slaves' have entered the white cave, even the first one is no exception."
“You dare to say that they are outside and have no connections?”
"This can already be seen from the people who attacked us earlier. Not only do they have people outside, but they also have very strong backup."
"When the time comes, if I am held back again, you will be the only ones who suffer heavy casualties."
"and……"
Gou Wuyue looked around and said: "Currently, there is a serious shortage of manpower near the White Cave, and they lack the most top-notch combat power."
“You can’t carry the banner, so you can only call more people over.”
“Yes.” Changyi nodded shamefully.
“Also, has the Yuling drip arrived?”
“Yet, not yet.”
“Tell him not to come over yet.”
Gou Wuyue looked into the distance and said: "Let him go back first and go to Dao Qiongcang to borrow the 'Mo Kui'. If he can't borrow it, let him bring all the six men and horses here!"
“Six troops?”
The people in white clothes standing next to him all raised their heads in shock.
Gou Wuyue smiled slightly: "This battle is very important. It is not as simple as you think. Be prepared to die."
"yes!"
Everyone drinks together.
"besides……"
Gou Wuyue's eyes flashed with confusion, "Has the identity of the last person who appeared in Qinglong County been found out?"
Changyi trembled, "Not yet..."
“How many have been checked?”
“There is not much information available at the moment. After all, when the man showed up, he only used the ‘Big Buddha Slash’, which was still used to save people.”
“But judging from the aura of sword thought leaked from his body, as well as his moves and habits, his cultivation level, and even his appearance..."
Chang Yi hesitantly raised his eyes and saw Gou Wuyue's indifferent expression.
“The Eighth Sword Immortal?” Gou Wuyue asked.
“Hmm.” Changyi responded weakly.
“Xiaoyi, how many years have you followed me?” Gou Wuyue sighed.
His wings and legs are weak.
“Ten, thirteen years?”
“Senior!”
“Senior Wuyue, I know it may not be the case, but inferring from those characteristics...”
Gou Wuyue interrupted: "Characteristics? If the Eighth Sword Immortal had not yet fallen and was reborn, do you think he would reveal so many obvious characteristics to the Holy Temple?"
“Uh…” Changyi choked.
“He is not the Eight Masters.” Gou Wuyue said firmly.
“Buzz!”
Inside the camp, a sword sound suddenly sounded.
When the sound of the sword sounded, the window blinds shook, and the sword energy spread in all directions.
Everyone was horrified when they saw it, and they all knew that the "voice of Nulan" inside had heard the disturbance caused by the conversations of people outside.
After all, the previous generation sword holder of this famous sword was the Eighth Sword Immortal!
“But…” Changyi was still a little hesitant.
“There is no but.”
With a move of Gou Wuyue's hand, the famous sword "Sound of Nulan" flew towards him.
He caressed the famous sword with one hand, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
After a long time, he laughed out loud.
“Xiaoyi, do you think your judgment is right, or am I wrong?”
“This…” Changyi raised his eyes cautiously.
Gou Wuyue said helplessly: "You have never fought against the Eight Lords, so naturally you don't know how arrogant that person is."
“If he had really come that day, let alone you, even I wouldn’t know the possibility of getting here.”
He pointed to the ground in the Eighth Palace, his voice was very soft, and his tone was indeed solemn.
“Eight Masters, only fight and never retreat!”
With a bang, Changyi’s mind went blank.
Only then did he fully realize that he and others were indeed making inferences based on so-called "facts."
But the man standing in front of him was a being who had actual combat experience with the Eighth Sword Immortal in the battle for the ten thrones!
Such an existence, even if I didn’t fight that sloppy man that day.
With just one glance, you can probably determine the identity of the other person.
What is the use of yourself and others, no matter how true your inferences are?
“Understood, let’s overthrow it and start over again.” Changyi bowed.
“There’s no need to do it again.”
“Sword chanting, giant Buddha chop, eight fingers, scars on the neck...”
Gou Wuyue murmured.
How many people in this world can pretend to be the Eighth Sword Immortal to the point of confusing the real one with the fake one?
He raised his voice and raised his hand and said, "Send someone to go to the Shenyue Immortal City and the Sword Burial Tomb to have a look. If the leader of these two houses is not around, they will be confiscated directly!"
The "voice of Nulan" shocked me.
The sound of the sword sounded melodiously, and the whole place was shaken.
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Feeling the extremely cold murderous intent in the air, they couldn't help but lower their heads together.
"yes!"
…
White cave.
Not far from Jian Grassland.
“Disciple, do you think I look like this?”
An old and withered voice, as if it had not drunk water for ten thousand years, appeared in a low voice.
“Not like.”
Mu Zixi frowned, looked at the skinny old man in front of him, and said, "He doesn't know how to say 'I', you want to say 'I'!"
“Oh oh.”
“He doesn’t know how to say ‘oh’ either. Xu Xiaoshou, can you be more showy? Do you understand your bad temper?”
Mu Zixi said angrily: "Is he as gentle as you?"
Xu Xiao felt the pressure and put a straw on his head, and couldn't help but retort: "Oh, now you know that I am gentle? Didn't you compare with that old guy before? Do you dare to curse me?"
"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."
"Depend on!"
Xu Xiaoshou sprinkled a few more handfuls of dead grass on his clothes, and said in a deep voice: "Now, does it look like it?"
“Raise your head.” Mu Zixi said breathlessly.
Xu Xiaoshou raised his head.
“I have dark circles under my eyes, can I make them a little heavier? You are doing this wrong. It only lasts for a year and a half. It does not have the effect of dark circles that last for more than ten years!”
Xu Xiaoshou: “……”
“Well, can you still tell the difference between dark circles that last for one and a half years and dark circles that last for more than ten years?”
As soon as he thought about it, his eyes suddenly became darker.
“Yes, it smells like that, don’t laugh!” Mu Zixi jumped up and lifted the old man’s straw hat.
“Oh, by the way, hair.”
She seemed to remember something, "My hair is not that thick, but a little thinner. After all, I am someone who often stays up late, so my hair loss must be serious!"
Xu Xiaoshou: “……”
By the way, do spiritual refiners also lose their hair?
He continued to fine-tune the details.
to be honest.
Without Mu Zixi, he would have felt that his current image already looked very much like Sang Lao.
But this girl, he found out eighty-eight points of shortcomings.
Sure enough, there are thousands of people with different faces. It turns out that in the eyes of the younger junior sister, Mr. Sang’s image is even worse!
“Is it okay?” he asked.
“Silly, Master, is this old man the kind of person who can ask these questions?”
Mu Zixi grabbed her twin ponytails angrily and commented: "Xu Xiaoshou, you must always remember that you are pretending to be a master, so there is nothing wrong with your image."
“But temperament is the most important!”
“Your current temperament is nothing like you. If you meet an acquaintance, you may be caught on the spot.”
"Haha." Xu Xiaoshou sneered, "That's because I haven't started pretending in front of you yet."
"Snapped!"
Mu Zixi suddenly jumped up, angrily hit his senior brother Tianling Gai, and said: "It's not 'hehe', it's 'hehe', a very mean smile, the kind of smile that makes people panic when you hear it... a lewd smile
?”
“Hurrah!”
Xu Xiaoshou was immediately shocked and pointed at his junior sister: "Smiling obscenely? You're done. I'm going to tell that damn old man!"
"Well……"
Mu Zixi was stunned, then became angry and said: "Xu Xiaoshou, I am teaching you now, do you still want me to teach you?"
“Hehe, let you go, remember, there is no next time!”
Xu Xiaoshou leaned over, covered his head with a straw hat, and pinched the junior sister's chin, with a meaningful and lewd smile in his eyes.
Mu Zixi’s face turned red and she said, “Yes, that’s the taste. Try it again.”
“Hehe, let you go...”
Xu Xiaoshou’s hand that he had just let go pinched the junior sister’s chin again, “Remember, there is no next time.”
"right!"
"very good!"
“Don’t put your hands down, do it again.” Mu Zixi’s earlobes turned red.
“Hehe, let you go...”
As Xu Xiaoshou said, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He patted the junior sister's head and said, "Little girl, what are you thinking about in your head?"
“Ouch.”
Mu Zixi winced in pain, her flushing disappeared, and her face turned pale.
“Xu Xiaoshou, where did you learn the art of disguise? I don’t see you using anything to cover it up?” She sighed and asked after a long time.
“If you can still see it, wouldn’t my ‘disguise skill’ be in vain?” Xu Xiaoshou sneered.
“Old man!”
“Oh, I... I learned this ‘disguise skill’, didn’t I learn it in vain?”
institutions.
"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."
“Xu Xiaoshou, where are we going now?”
Mu Zixi said, and took the old man's arm affectionately.
“Hey, hey, what are you doing?”
“I am your master now, don’t call me by my name, lest you reveal your secret!”
Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly took his hand out, "Also, do you and I, master and apprentice, have such a good relationship?"
"yes!"
Mu Zixi said matter-of-factly: "Xu Xiaoshou, you rarely see the communication between me and Master, and you have no idea that the relationship between us is already very close."
“He often carries me around on his back, you can try it now.”
She said that she would immediately give up and then jump up.
“I am so beautiful to you that I still carry you for a walk?”
Xu Xiaoshou immediately kicked him over.
“Ouch.”
“Bang!”
Mu Zixi hit a wooden pile directly and stood up, patting her buttocks in pain.
"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."
“I’m warning you, don’t mess around!” Xu Xiaoshou said seriously.
"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."
"The same to you!"
Xu Xiaoshou took off the straw hat on his head and said: "Don't let go of the chain at the critical moment, do you understand? If you encounter threats again, shrink back, and you will never have to leave Yuan Mansion for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"
The grass hat shrank twice, and in fear, it flew to Xu Xiaoshou’s head and put it on.
“Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” Mu Zixi ran over again and took Xu Xiaoshou’s arm.
Xu Xiaoshou struggled for a while, thought about it, and let her go.
“Look for ‘There are Four Swords’.”
Originally, his goal was not "the four swords", but the weird space crack.
But as soon as he left Yuan Mansion, the crack at the end of the map of the White Cave in his mind stopped calling.
Xu Xiaoshou felt something was wrong.
He did not dare to mess around.
It is impossible to say that the man in red has found it there.
In this case, if you go there now, wouldn’t it be tantamount to seeking death?
So, the target has shifted.
There are four swords!
The letter Mr. Sang wrote to himself at that time was well written.
It doesn’t matter whether the “Four Swords” are obtained or not, at least, they cannot fall into the hands of the Holy Temple.
“Close your eyes.”
“Huh?” Mu Zixi raised her eyes, wondering what Xu Xiaoshou was talking about.
“Close your eyes.”
“Oh.” She obeyed the command and closed her eyes.
Xu Xiaoshou brushed his hands, took the straw hat and the little girl into the Yuan Mansion, and then took a step forward.
“Open your eyes.”
"oh."
Mu Zixi opened her eyes, and her pupils shrank in an instant.
I saw that this space has completely changed its appearance.
From abandoned woods to vast prairie.
Moreover, far away from the weeds in front of you, a group of hurried red-coated men were struggling to stick to their formation.
Within the formation, there was a torrential murderous demonic energy, raging for several miles.
At the center of the sky, there is a black fierce sword floating.