Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 313 The Other Shore
Southeast of Bowang City.

The night is as silent as an abyss.

Li Weiru is still leaning on the lush old tree.

There are actually very few things in Bowang City today that look like what he saw when he was young, and this tree should be one of them.

The old man held the sword in his arms and flipped through an old book in his hand, his face shadowed under the branches and leaves.

The four words on the cover of the book are "Jade Essence". In fact, the old man has not read these things for a long time, and his sword no longer needs the words in the book to regulate it, but a few days ago, the young man handed over a book of Jade Veins With the sword, the sword path of the entire sect was stretched far forward.

This road has not existed before, but the people who have walked it have long become ancient names in the palace. Now, as the person with the highest swordsmanship in the entire sect, the responsibility of moving forward falls on him. He should do his best. Move forward and take all the roads you have to take.

The most important step is now - how Huang Feicui is related to Jade Vein Feng Yao, the old man has to figure it out for himself first, and then leave it to the future generations on paper and ink, becoming Cuiyu's first step towards "Fei Yuxian" A staircase.

In the past two days, he has re-read several important classics on "Yellow Jade". Now this "Essence of Jade" is a relatively remote volume. The old man can actually understand what is written in the book at a glance, but he always finds it difficult to understand. It is after turning a page, stopping for a moment from time to time.

After a long time, he gently closed the book. The chin under the leaf shadow turned slightly, and its owner seemed to be looking up at the sky.

Or maybe it was only in such a lonely situation that the old man really showed some inner emotions. The handle of the sheath in his arms was separated silently, and his skinny fingers gently rubbed the exposed cold blade. The force of pressing down made the seams of the nails turn white. .

"Because we weren't the first to get it."

I also got the last "flow".

After a long time, he slowly pushed the blade back into the sheath, straightened his jaw, and opened the book between his fingers again.

Shi Hanxue suddenly thought about it and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, tell me, is there still an old shadow of King Mu in [Zhaoyou]?"

"Ok?"

In the small courtyard without candles.

Bright light suddenly filled the room, and at the same time, the sound of rain outside the window suddenly disappeared.

Shang Huaitong has really become a dead tree.

The man in the wheelchair made no sound.

"He only said one thing to me." An Zang smiled, "——Master Ming Sword will be back tomorrow."

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He achieved his goal without anyone knowing.

In the past two days, he told the girl that this was a job that he had to do because he didn't have enough manpower, but in fact Wudong didn't mention it. This was his own business.

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But the man did not leave immediately.

"If the person who comes is important enough, the things will naturally be on him." An Zang said.

He did not change positions yesterday because Wudong handed over a short note: "Master Mingjian has left the city for two days. If there is still no sign of the enemy, he will probably not come again."

He poured all the strength he had regained into his swordsmanship, and then poured it all into this small bead.

Anzang also laughed: "It would be better to have an image of him digging a hole and burying the 'Senzo', right?"

"." Shi Hanxue was stunned for a long time, ".So that's how it is."

He sincerely felt a little lucky, but another emotion made him stare blankly at the sky again.

Stone hairpin and snow smile.

After a while, she added: "I wonder if I can see [Zhaoyou] tonight."

So Shi Hanxue also fell silent, and the two walked quietly for a while. The woman sighed softly: "Actually, even if one day I really ask for the name of [Mu Tianzi] back, it can only be Master Ye."

An Zang, however, grimaced and sighed: "I hope not."

Anzang and Shi Hanxue walked eastward. Shi Hanxue held a blue and light gray sword, and Anzang held a white sword. The rain fell away from the two of them without leaving any trace.

The man in black robe retracted his hand, stared at the bead for a while, then put it away with a slight flip of his wrist.

The black robe raised his head, and in the quiet room, Xiao Shen's miserable wind came from nowhere.

Chengnan Street.

But Li Weiru didn't dwell on this kind of thing. He had devoted all his attention to this manor for a few days. However, until now, except for some clues, he really didn't notice anyone entering here.

For a person who knows nothing about defenses to evade those eyes and ears so easily, making the arrangement of the Immortal Platform seem transparent to him, he can naturally only be at the third level of Xuanmen.

"You just have to believe in Immortal Terrace for this kind of thing." An Zang's voice was clear and gentle, "There are specialties in the art, and those of us who are thugs will be thugs."

"There has to be a basis."

It was at this moment that he stopped pointing and suddenly felt that the cold autumn night rain around him became even more bleak.

He pressed his sword sharply and looked deeper into the manor.

Li Weiru could see that this Hejian actually looked at everyone with a pair of vigilant eyes.

But Li Weiru is still waiting here.

The ring engraved on half of the cast iron surface had already been filled with weak fluorescence, and the dot in the center of the ring slowly lit up at this time, clear and transparent, like a small star.

"Are you so sure?" Shi Hanxue turned her head and looked. In the distance, the shadow of the Immortal Terrace loomed in the night rain. "It's like being clairvoyant and having ears for the wind."

The eyes behind the scene suddenly dropped. Shang Huaitong was still dead, but his death had stirred something - above his knees, the horizontal sword seemed to be drawn by invisible threads. Then he pulled it out.

An Zang gently raised the back of his hand to her, but Shi Hanxue said no more.

The two stopped walking at the same time. In front of them, the huge manor lay like a giant beast in the night rain.

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Immortal Terrace.

The fourth floor was equally quiet and silent, with a light shining through the window screen, reflecting a figure as elegant as an owl.

Pu Huaimeng pushed the door open and walked in from the darkness, his footsteps also making no sound.

Wudong only raised his eyes slightly, then closed them and continued to say nothing. The room was still as silent as a string. It seems that the crane inspector never needs a break. Every time Pu Huaimeng comes in, he is only doing three things - checking, recording, and meditating. The case files beside the table have long been piled up into a small mountain, but they are still classified into categories meticulously. The face of Hejian, who is over fifty years old, has already looked tired, but his sharp eyes have never been sluggish at all.

But tonight, there was no case file on the case in front of him. There was only a sword placed on the shiny table, and Wu Dong lowered his head and sat quietly in front of it.

"The rain is very good, I hope they come tonight." Pu Huaimeng whispered. The genius warlock still looked serious and dazed, holding a formation plate in his hand, "There will be more fog."

"It will come." Wudong's voice was hoarse.

Pu Huaimeng didn't speak anymore and sat down beside him, staring at the sword on the case seriously.

It is indeed a strange and beautiful weapon.

The handle is seven inches long, and the sword is three feet six long. The handle and scabbard of the sword are as if cast in one piece. The three colors are slanting, from top to bottom, mellow yellow, jade gray, and black red. They are all dark colors, and the boundaries are not abrupt. Although they are colorful, Neither complicated nor gorgeous, there is a majestic demeanor hidden in the essence, just like the beauty of a beautiful woman.

It is true that Wudong never had 100% trust in anyone. His last note to Li Weiru was still "I will never come again", but on the other side, he never gave up preparations to face a third-level grandmaster.

Two days ago, when he saw the figure of the young man galloping away from Bowang with a sword in hand, he knew what he was about to face.

The scene disappeared at the stall. The hawker happened to be on the outside of Huansheng Building, and the Qiyun Chamber of Commerce where he worked happened to be involved in some vague connections with the Zhushi Sect.

That boy will definitely go.

Ming Sword Master will definitely leave.

Wudong didn't stop him, and he didn't think that under the wings of Master Mingjian, he would be plucked if he left Bowang.

He only regarded this as a signal, and this battlefield was in Bowang City.

Li Weiru has been in Xuanmen for many years. He is a very good master, and his identity is probably clean, but Wudong will never place all his plans on such a person who has met him a few times.

This leader is enough to monitor the entry of the first and second level masters. It seems that this matter should be stopped at the first level, but what if the third level Xuanmen really comes?
Then he is enough to take everything away quietly.

Estimating the upper and lower limits of the enemy you will face is the first thing you do after entering Bowang without holes.

He had met Luo Defeng and Shang Huaitong before entering the gate of Immortal Terrace. He took a closer look at the old swordsman's distracted eyes. At that time, he had a sword on his knee, and his intact hand was trembling. Stay away from it like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

While Wudong was talking to them against the wall, he casually tapped the sword on the table lightly.

So from that moment on, if he wanted to know Shang Huaitong's life and death status, he no longer needed other people's eyes and ears.

Now, four miles away, at the same moment when the man in black robe pushed the soul-stealing pearl in front of Shang Huaitong's eyes, the candlelight on the fourth floor of the Immortal Platform suddenly flickered out wildly.

In the darkness and flickering, the long sword on the table quietly unsheathed itself, the blade of the sword was strangely beautiful.

All who see it should be dazzled.

Such lines are like the fur peeled from a silver tiger.

The satin pieces are spaced apart from each other, which is strange and beautiful. There is no other color or material, and it is only made of the thinness and thickness of the forged material: the smooth one is like a mirror as long and narrow as an eye, and the rough one can only see a mirror when you put your finger over it. Hazy shadow. However, this effect does not really come from the smoothness and frosting of the forged material - when viewed from the opposite angle, the bright mirror and dark shadow parts are reversed.

[Silk · Jade Tiger]

If you are connected with the sword, you will know the life and death of the murderous spirit of the sword owner.

This sword-shaped magical weapon was created by the two masters of Donghai Sword Furnace and Yangyi Tower. While it possesses the capabilities of a magical weapon, it does not sacrifice the quality of a fighting sword at all. Wudong has twenty years of experience and achievements in the Crane Examination. He is the best in the palace, and he has such a sword.

The ability of [String Thread], in addition to being unpredictable during battle, is also a sharp blade that pierces the enemy's heart for He Chai, who always knows exactly which character to leave a hook on.

Now amidst the chaos of the wind and the dance of candles, Wudong suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his finger, and the [Jade Tiger] on the case came out of its sheath calmly. Its sound was clear and fierce, but what overshadowed it was an even more fierce and hoarse cry. : "Start the formation!"

Before he finished speaking, Wudong slammed his sword out of the window. The night rain roared through a hole, and silver fragments flew into the air.

Pu Huaimeng was the only one left in the room. He pursed his lips slightly and pressed his fingers on the array plate.

During the time that the other party delayed, the warlock was by no means idle. As a person who almost never showed up, he visited the entire southeastern corner of Bowang these days.

The reason why Wudong brought him here was because he was one of the few black men in Shaolong who could be of great help in this level of battle.

Now, four miles away, the sound of rain suddenly stopped.

If there is an invisible fire rising in the invisible space, all the moisture on the surface, and even the thousands of raindrops falling from the sky, as long as they are within the scope of this manor, will be evaporated into a swirling white mist, and in an instant , the entire manor was covered with a layer of white mist. Standing outside the manor, no scenery could be seen, and no sound could be heard.

"[Yunsuo Zhulou]!" Anzang shouted in shock.

On Southeast Street, Sifeng's pupils suddenly shrank as he stood with his sword on the side of the road talking to Shi Hanxue. When he saw this change, he knew that this was the opportunity that Wudong had told him.

The long sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed, and with a flick of his feathers, the snow flew away, and he disappeared into the clouds and mist, leaving only one sentence: "You stay here!"

Only a moment later, Shi Hanxue saw another indifferent figure rushing in with a sword, and it was He Jianwu Dong.

In the small courtyard.

darkroom.

As if a button had been touched, several fatal murderous intentions suddenly erupted from the originally silent surroundings.

The sword on the half-dead man's knee was unsheathed. There was no owner holding it, but the sword energy filled the room, and with the loud roar, it had firmly forced the person who appeared in the room to death.

Pulling silk·【Zhe Feng Ting】

The strong sword of Hejian, who was four miles away, appeared here without any hesitation, and thrust his sword into his throat and pierced his heart.

This sword that pulls the thread is naturally not enough to pose a threat to the third-level grandmaster, but the moment the sword was raised earlier, the sound of rain outside the window had disappeared, and the fog enveloped everything in an instant.

The Heaven and Earth Lingxuan blockade is only within this fifty feet.

In a room, the man's profound sense of being able to control a hundred feet was cut off, and he was caught off guard by such a sword.

The man looked at it indifferently, then raised his hand and struck a blow. Like thunder, the sword stopped in his fingers. At the same time, another bright light rose from the room, and his long sword was slowly drawn from the back of his waist.

The force of the sword between his fingers changed again. The power of a tiger's roar started just a few inches between his fingers, but it stopped abruptly the next moment. A cracking sound resounded through the room. The man had broken it off with one hand.

But in Wudong's plan, this sword could only block two moves of the third level.

Because the next moment, the wind howled and the fog rolled outside the hospital, and Anzang had already entered the situation.

When our own grandmaster entered this scenic formation, its true power was truly revealed. At this time, there was only one "Sparrow in the Mist" in the formation, and the entire formation was falling towards him. Even a swordsman like Tianshan Sifeng was enough. Keenly seize every advantage: a sword is just right for the situation, it is "Eight Horse Sword"·[Sheng Wu Cheng Yun]!
The mist that adhered to the spirit of heaven and earth swept away towards the man and his sword. In the dark room below, the man was blasting open the house and jumping out. However, in an instant, he was like a tree leaning against the sea, standing on the edge of a stick.

A shadow had just appeared in the mist, and Anzang's mighty sword had already pressed down on it. The formation specially designed to target the third-level master now showed unparalleled power. The distance between the two was almost ten feet. With an inch, Anzang knocked it down into the fog with a sword.

(End of this chapter)