Volume 1 In the World Chapter 58: The Fear of the Blessed Land
Among the twelve people who had walked away, an old man asked: "Second brother, why do you want to save him?"
"This son is not an idle person. If I can use him, it will be far more valuable than getting rid of him." The old man in khaki robes smiled lightly and quickened his pace.
In the night, ten more killers were seen, still holding blood drops, wearing silver helmets and silver armor, shining with black light under the moonlight, which is the color that represents killing. The killer has not returned yet, and Liuguang Blessed Land sent another
Ten Yinpan Pavilion disciples came to investigate.
In front of them, there were a total of thirteen corpses. Three of them had heads in different places. It was obvious that they were the work of their own family. The other ten corpses were actually disciples sent by Yinpan Pavilion. Two of them were sword-wielding.
The other eight people died of their injuries, and the other eight people, strangely enough, they seemed to be standing in one place and were simply and brutally attacked to death by powerful magic without any resistance. The frightened expressions even remained on their faces before they died.
"Captain, what should I do?" one of them asked the leader.
Seeing the corpses of their former colleagues lying on the spot, these killers who usually do not follow logic and emotions could not help but be moved. After a while, the captain of the group of ten people said: "Don't mention this matter to anyone, let them be cremated on the spot!
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After hearing this, the group naturally understood the intention. They could not leave any evidence that Liuguang Blessed Land was chasing Xiao He, and they could not let outsiders know that members of Liuguang Blessed Land's Yinpan Pavilion had killed their own disciples from Beiluomen.
The ten people were silent for a long time in front of the corpses of their compatriots, which was regarded as a tribute and farewell. At the end of the silence, they used all their magic power to turn the corpses of these people into ashes with their own hands, along with the three disciples of Beiluomen.
After doing all this, the ten people did not stay any longer, but quickly went back to resume their lives.
On Shaoshi Mountain, in front of Beiluomen's bamboo house, several disciples were discussing something quietly, with sad looks on their faces. At this moment, Beiluomen's leader Zha Muyu was walking towards the bamboo house with his hands behind his back. Several disciples were walking toward the bamboo house with their hands behind their backs.
When the disciples saw this, they all kept silent and stood up straight. Although they tried their best to appear calm, Zha Muyu saw something fishy at a glance and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"
Zha Muyu's words were low and calm, and the emotions in them could not be heard, but in the ears of several disciples, they were more intimidating than a stern voice. Several disciples looked at each other a few times, and it was even harder to express their panic.
He quickly knelt down and one of them said: "Report to Master, the third senior brother Wei Che went down the mountain with his two junior brothers. It has been one night and he has not returned yet."
"Why did they go down the mountain?" Zha Muyu asked.
"Go... chase down that disciple from Guiyan Peak!" the disciple replied with a trembling voice.
"Nonsense!" Sect Master Zha Muyu said sternly, "They are no match for that kid!"
"Master, don't be angry yet. The third senior brother has not returned yet. He is afraid of misfortune. Please come up with a countermeasure!" The disciple who was kneeling on the ground said in panic.
"You guys are waiting here. Remember, don't spread this matter to anyone else. Violators of the sect's rules will be punished!" Sect Master Zha Muyu said a few words hastily, turned around and walked towards Liuguang Blessed Place's residence. The leader of this sect was extremely worried at the moment.
Well, Wei Yue, a once-in-a-century prodigy, is dead. There can be no more dead people in Beiluomen, who is strong on the outside and incompetent on the inside. Especially no more dead people of the great generation. At the same time, he knows in his heart that the only person who can save his disciple at this time is probably the only one.
It was a blessed land, and other sects said they would not interfere. Even if they were willing, there was still a question mark in his mind as to whether other sects should know about this matter.
However, he had just hurried towards the residence of Liuguang Blessed Land, but he slowed down in front of that door, and there was another layer of worry in his heart. After Weiyue's death, Beiluomen and Liuguang Blessed Land were essentially no longer connected, but
It's just a relationship between superiors and subordinates. They may not be willing to help him. Besides, Shaolin is the guarantee for this matter. Thinking about it, Liuguang Blessed Land has accumulated a lot of resentment in his heart. It's hard to say whether they have sent a killer. If he takes the initiative to admit that his disciples are chasing him at this moment.
If he kills the disciple who escaped from Guiyan Peak, Liuguang Blessed Land will definitely treat him as a spearman, and then the entire sect will be in an embarrassing situation.
Just when Zha Muyu was hesitant, Elder Yue Jia's voice came from the room: "Are you telling the truth?"
"Every sentence is true, there is no falsehood at all." A mechanical, cold voice said. This person was the captain of the second team sent by Yin Pan Pavilion.
"It seems that Beiluomen indeed sent people. It's a pity that they lost their lives in vain." Elder Yue Jia said with a joking smile.
"It's just the cause of death of those ten people..." the captain hesitated to speak.
"What do you think?" Elder Yue Jia looked at Elder Huaiyun next to him and asked.
Elder Huaiyun thought for a while and replied: "The two people who died from sword wounds probably also died under the sword of the fleeing disciple. It was just the other eight people who were a little strange."
"What do you mean..." Elder Yue Jia and Elder Huaiyun glanced at each other and did not say anything further. However, they both had an answer in their hearts. At this point, Elder Yue Jia glanced at the captain kneeling on the ground and said:
"You should step back first!"
"Are we going to send more disciples from Yin Pan Pavilion to hunt down that kid?" The captain asked hesitantly without leaving.
"No need, you immediately return to Yinpan Pavilion to cancel the pursuit order against Guiyan Peak disciple Xiao He. Don't mention this matter again!" Elder Yue Jia said seriously.
"Then over at Beiluomen, do you want to send someone to interrogate him?" the captain asked tentatively.
"No need!" Elder Huaiyun also said, "Just pretend you don't know about this and tell the people in your team. This matter is not enough for outsiders."
"Disciple has already given instructions. Please don't worry, two elders. Disciple, please leave!" After the captain finished speaking, he bowed to the two of them and then turned and walked out of the house. Sect Master Zha Muyu outside the house quickly turned around and hurried away towards his residence with a face on his face.
There was a look of resentment on his face.
In the room, the expressions of Elder Yue Jia and Elder Huaiyun were very complicated, as if they were recalling something together.
At this moment, Xiao He was walking forward in the night, taking advantage of the starlight in the sky. Soon he came to a bamboo forest, the fine moonlight, the refreshing evening breeze, and the whirling bamboo leaves. All this beauty and tranquility finally made Xiao He's heart.
It became quiet, and the hostility gradually dissipated. At this time, Xiao He knew that the first thing he had to do now was to leave the Liuguang Blessed Land, otherwise he would die under the pursuit of Yin Pan Pavilion because he was tired of dealing with it. He was not afraid
He wants to die, but he wants to live, and he still has important things to do.
Xiao He went all the way to the west. Not long after passing through the bamboo forest, he was blocked by an endless river. Xiao He stood there and looked at the broad river in front of him. He couldn't see the edge at a glance. The cold air that came towards him made Xiao He feel uncomfortable.
There is no need to fight with magic. On the river monument on the bank, there are only two simple and sunny characters engraved on it: "Jiu Liu".
Xiao He heard his brothers mention this river when he returned to Yanfeng. It is said that this river is located in the westernmost part of the blessed land. It is more than 300 miles wide. It is like the Milky Way flowing backward, with water and sky connecting. There are few people inhabiting it. After crossing this river, it can be calculated
It has reached the jurisdiction of Liuguang Blessed Land.
However, this big river named Juliu daunted Xiao He. If he were in the best condition, he could try to cross with a sword. However, he had already gone through several battles at this moment and had not had time to recover. He would be in danger if he crossed the river rashly.
Just when Xiao He was about to retreat to the bamboo forest to rest for the night before making plans, he saw a shadow of a sail on the sparkling river, heading in his direction, which ignited his hope.
The boat sailed to the shore, and Xiao He saw clearly that the person steering the boat was an old man, wearing a straw hat and a rag of linen under the raincoat. He was holding an oar in his hand. He looked like a child with fair hair. On such a cold river, wearing
The clothes were so simple, Xiao He knew in his heart that this old man must also be a practitioner.
"Young man, do you want to take a boat?" the old man said first.
The young man looked at the old man and couldn't help but think of the old fishing man he met in Fengzhi Valley again. He smiled and said, "Old man, is your boat safe in strong winds and waves?"
"Don't worry, descendant. I have been ferrying people here all year round, and my boat has never capsized before!" the old man said confidently.
Xiao He smiled again. In fact, he was not really worried about the boat capsizing. Without thinking, he stepped onto the boat. The old man swayed the oar a few times skillfully, and the boat turned around and sailed towards the other side of the river.
On the way, while paddling, the old man did not forget to chat with Xiao He.
"Young man, where are you going?"
Xiao He replied: "It's just a casual swim, there is no purpose."
"I'm traveling all night, don't you have something urgent to do?" the old man asked again.
Xiao He smiled naturally and replied: "The night is cool and the road is easy to walk."
"You are so young, how can you be more leisurely and fun than an old man like me? It's rare!" The old man praised while continuing to paddle, and said: "Sit tight, young man, the wind is blowing!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the river that had been calm just now actually turned into huge waves. The surrounding river water swept towards the boat where the two of them were sitting like a storm with a shrill whistling sound. At this moment, the boat looked like it was floating on boiling water.
There was a leaf in the boat. However, at this moment, the old man was still controlling the boat calmly. The calm expression on his face actually made Xiao He feel confident and not worried.
The boat floated like this in the wind and rain for a while, and the old man was still very comfortable and asked: "Young man, are you worried?"
Xiao He's body swayed with the boat, and the expression on his face was as calm as the old man. He smiled and said: "You are not worried, old man, so what do I have to worry about?"
"Your clothes are all wet." The old man joked again.
Xiao He also smiled again and said: "It doesn't matter."
"Young man, if you have a cup of tea, everything will be calm again," the old man said again.
"The old man is so skillful at handling a boat, I'm afraid he must be old!" Xiao He asked casually.
The old man recalled briefly and said: "Yes, it has been many years. I don't even remember how many people I have sent to the other side of this huge river."
"Why don't you choose a stable livelihood in such a stormy world?" Xiao He sighed.
"I'm already very old. Instead of fighting for money, it's better to ferry a few more travelers here and do some good deeds," the old man said.
"The conduct of the old gentleman is really admired by the younger generation!" Xiao He said sincerely.
While the two were chatting, the wind and waves gradually calmed down, and the Juliu River became calm again. The old man accelerated the speed of rowing. Xiao He clearly felt that the surrounding temperature was decreasing little by little. When they were about to dock, the sky
It's snowing heavily all over the sky.
"Young man, we've docked!" the old man said, while slowly docking the boat on the shore. "Young man, when we get ashore, go to the city quickly and buy another cotton coat!"
"Thank you for your blessing, old man. I will remember this!" Xiao He spoke and gestured to take out the money. The old man quickly waved his hand and said: "No, young man, I don't ask for gold or silver."
However, Xiao He still took out the banknotes in his arms, not wanting the old man to see it, he laughed and said: "Old man, I see that you have a lot of practice. Is this your first time going down the mountain?"
Although Xiao He had already guessed that the old man who crossed the giant river in a small boat must have some skills, he was still shocked when he asked him, and replied: "Why do you ask such a question, senior?"
"Hahaha!" The old man smiled heartily again and said, "It's not a problem, it's not a problem." After saying that, he gently hit the shore with the oar again, turned around and drove back, and disappeared into the night in a short time.