I don’t know how long it took, but Liang Yan’s consciousness remained in a dazed state, as if he had walked thousands of miles in the dark, but seemed not to move an inch.
Until he faintly heard a rustling sound.
The sound became louder and louder, and finally he recognized that it was the sound of the ocean tide!
"Where have I been?"
Liang Yan's consciousness gradually recovered and he reluctantly opened his eyes, only to find that he was lying in a wooden hut.
His whole body ached, and his meridians felt like needles pricking him. However, a warm current flowed into his body from underneath his body, which slightly alleviated his pain.
Liang Yan struggled to turn over, and then he realized that the bed he was sleeping on was not a wooden bed, but a piece of Yuanyang Warm Jade that was about ten feet square!
The warm current was born from this jade stone, continuously nourishing the meridians in his body.
"Ahem."
Liang Yan endured a violent cough. The first thing he did was to sit up and check the "Taixu Gourd" on his waist. He found that the four flying swords that were vital to his life were all lying quietly in the gourd, and then he felt relieved.
After a breath, he lay down on the bed again.
For him, the flying swords were the basis of his inquiry. Fortunately, these four flying swords were all spiritually connected and automatically followed him when he fell, and none of them got lost.
Liang Yan didn't know where he was now. He could only hear that there seemed to be a violent sea wave outside the house. One wave after another, it seemed that it might overturn the wooden house at any time.
Just as he was secretly speculating in his mind, he suddenly heard a "squeak" and the wooden door was pushed inwards.
Then a beautiful figure in purple walked in.
"you're awake!"
There was a hint of joy in the sweet voice.
"Wuxin."
Liang Yan looked at the woman in front of him and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.
"What's wrong? I can't see your fellow villagers. Are you feeling a little disappointed?" Wuxin raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile.
After hearing this, Liang Yan raised his head, looked at Wu Xin seriously and said, "I came to Yixing Pavilion this time just to cut off my past. I have nothing to do with her anymore."
Wuxin was slightly startled when he heard this, and then spat: "Do you have anything to do with her, and what does it have to do with me?"
Even so, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
Back then, Wuxin and Liang Yan accidentally fell into Lu Beiyou's chess game, so much so that they watched each other for the first half of their lives. She had long known that Liang Yan had such a confidante, and although she didn't say it, she always cared about him in her heart.
Until today, when Liang Yan said from her own words that she had nothing to do with Tang Diexian, even with her witch state of mind, she couldn't help but feel a little happy.
Liang Yan didn't know what to say at this moment. Although the other party saved his life, he and Wu Xin no longer needed to express their gratitude in words.
The moment he saw Tang Diexian from the Yixing Pavilion Valley, he had already seen clearly in his heart. The woman he had never forgotten was now standing in front of him.
After a long time, Liang Yan slowly said, "I only care about you now."
Although his voice was slow, his tone and eyes were extremely serious.
Wu Xin's cheeks turned red without warning. Although she was a witch, she was usually graceful and charming, but at this moment, like Liang Yan, she stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.
.
"This idiot!"
After a long while, Wuxin came back to his senses, couldn't help stamping his feet, and cursed secretly: "If you're not afraid of idiots playing hooligans, I'm afraid of idiots playing seriously!"
She looked at Liang Yan's serious look and suddenly felt a little funny. Just as she was about to make a few jokes, the wooden door behind her was pushed open again.
This time it was Xiong Yue'er who walked in, and a middle-aged man wearing a green robe.
Xiong Yue'er didn't know what she had interrupted. As soon as she came in, she asked confusedly: "How is your injury, sir? Is it getting better?"
Wuxin smiled slightly and said: "He took my 'Holy Demonic Pill' and is no longer seriously ill. If he rests for another seven or eight days, he will probably be back to his original state."
"Wow, the 'Holy Magic Pill' is so powerful! Fortunately, I have sister Wu Xin!"
Xiong Yue'er patted her chest, looking relieved at last.
Liang Yan looked at the three people in the room and suddenly asked: "Xiong Yue'er, how did you know about me?"
Xiong Yue'er listened to his question and immediately replied: "Back then, when you killed all the big monsters above the Golden Core Realm of the Beihai Monster Clan, the Juyuan Realm elder I followed was promoted to the position of protector of the clan. Not long ago, he was at the banquet.
I let it slip, saying that sir, you have been too sharp and have made too many enemies in recent years. The ancestors of Qianyuan Holy Palace, Piaomiao Valley, and Huangjue Palace are all coming out to plot against you. They just suffer from not knowing where you are hiding.
That’s why there has been no action.”
"But he later said that there is news that you have a close relationship with Tang Diexian, the master of Yixing Pavilion, and you once promised that you would go to worship the mountain when Tang Diexian came out of seclusion. If he is one of those old people
Zu, I will definitely go and wait for you at the appointed time!"
After listening to her words, Liang Yan also woke up in his heart.
Indeed, he advanced to the golden elixir in Hell, and his magical powers greatly improved, and he was so sharp during the years when he returned to Nanchui that he achieved this result today.
But even so, he didn't regret it at all. Even if he had to do it over again, he would still do some things!
Liang Yan couldn't help but feel a little moved when he thought that Xiong Yue'er traveled thousands of miles and went into danger alone just because of a piece of news or a speculation.
He nodded slightly, suddenly thought of something, turned to Wu Xin, and asked: "How come you know about me?"
"Humph, I have been hiding in Yixing Pavilion for the past seven years since I came back from Hell. How could I not know about their conspiracy?" Wu Xin said with a bit of fun.
"Have you been hiding in Yixing Pavilion?" Liang Yan was slightly stunned.
"Yes, there is something I am looking for in Yixing Pavilion. I have been hiding for seven years, and I finally got what I wanted not long ago. I originally planned to retreat quietly, but I didn't expect to find them discussing how to deal with you!"
After listening to Wu Xin's explanation, Liang Yan suddenly remembered the demon soul sealed in the Tianji Pearl.
It has to be said that Yixing Pavilion is obviously a Confucian sect, but it seems to be inextricably linked to the True Demon Clan.
The demon soul in his body came from the forbidden area of the Yixing Pavilion Patriarch. Even their founder Lu Beiyou died in the same place as the Demonic layman!
If there was anything hidden in Yixing Pavilion that Wu Xin was interested in, Liang Yan wouldn't be surprised at all.
He thought about it secretly and did not ask Wu Xin what he was looking for. Instead, he turned his head and cast his gaze on the last person in the room.
This person looks to be in his thirties, wearing green clothes, and has an extremely ordinary appearance, but his cultivation is that of a real early-stage Juyuan realm!
"May I ask who you are? I don't know you. Why did you come to rescue Liang?"