Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Two

The long dream dissipated.The sea breeze blows on the top of Yushan Mountain, making it extremely cold. When Yang Yizhi woke up, his eyes were still a little confused.Ji Yunshang's sword edge seemed to be still shining in front of him.His heart throbbed.The teacher's kindness is deep, the three swords seven years ago, and the three swords seven years later have created his cultivation base like the wind and the moon.But how to repay?If his cultivation level were higher, would he be able to completely cut off the bondage of the mandala formation? In a trance, I saw Xiangsi with her head down, standing on a huge stone pillar.A ferocious eagle was grabbing her tightly, as if about to soar into the sky.Startled, he came fully awake.

It was a huge balance, and Acacia was tied to a post, which happened to be the position of the eagle's claws.A green shadow was standing under the pillar smiling. Green farm shirt, snow-white socks, and tall clogs.She spoke and smiled sweetly, like a fairy in the sea. Zhuo Wangsun stood in front of her coldly: "Are you the Guanyin of the South Sea?" She showed her face and smiled: "Avalokitesvara is comfortable in Youming. Guanyin in the South China Sea and the owner of Youming Island are both me. You can also call me by my name—Yan Qingmei. Meng, are you okay?" Her smile was as clear as the sea.

Zhuo Wangsun said coldly: "How do you want me to kill you?" Yan Qingmei smiled: "It's not me you want to kill, it's her." She pointed at the bound Acacia.Zhuo Wangsun ignored what she said, with a flick of his robe sleeves, Chunshui swordsmanship was about to strike.Yan Qingmei said lightly: "Only her heart can save Xiaoluan." Zhuo Wangsun and Yang Yizhi were startled at the same time: "You... what did you say?" Yan Qingmei said word by word: "Little Luan's life is only three days, and only by finding the Nine-Aperture Linglong Heart can I extend her life. Other than that , there is no way. And the Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart is on her body!"

Yang Yizhi said anxiously: "How could she have a nine-aperture exquisite heart? Only blue birds have it!" Yan Qingmei smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, Leader Yang knows a lot. That's right. Only the blue bird tribe has a nine-orifice exquisite heart. But She, too. Isn't that right, Pavilion Master Huayin?" Zhuo Wangsun said slowly: "Yes, she has it. Because Xinglian gave her her heart." A few years ago, Zhuo Wangsun and Yang Yizhi met to fight Mount Kailash.Before going to sea, Zhuo Wangsun brought Acacia to the blood pool where Xinglian was lurking for fortune-telling.That time, Xinglian suddenly went berserk during the divination and dug out her own heart. Blood splashed into the center of Acacia's eyebrows, and it was rooted in her heart ever since.Since then, many extremely weird things have been caused by this heart.

Yan Qingmei said leisurely: "The pavilion master should always know. How long did the three blue birds live with a nine-aperture exquisite heart. If this heart is transferred to Xiaoluan, she will live a long life." Zhuo Wangsun was silent.Yang Yizhi lost his voice and said: "No, absolutely not!" Zhuo Wangsun raised his head slowly: "Who is Acacia Leader Yang? Do I need Leader Yang to teach me what to do?" There was a hint of sarcasm on his face, which made Yang Yizhi's voice suddenly stop, but his slap became firm and firm. Decisive: "Killing one person and saving another, will the pavilion master have the heart?"

In the past, they called each other "Brother Yang, Brother Zhuo", but now they are called "Leader, Pavilion Master".From then on, Wufu clapped the hands of the world on the top of Songshan Mountain; did Wufu have a drink together on the top of Yusu Peak? Zhuo Wangsun's voice had no warmth: "Kill 10,000 people, save one person, no matter what!" Yang Yizhi's body trembled, but he was not surprised.Perhaps, he already knew Zhuo Wangsun's answer, but he refused to believe it.Perhaps, for so many years, he has been working hard.Not to change Zhuo Wangsun, but to prevent such a choice from appearing.

Zhuo Wangsun said decisively: "Get out of the way!" Yang Yizhi remained silent.Can he let it go?It was her that Zhuo Wangsun wanted to kill.It happened to be that lotus-like woman. He promised that her happiness will be given by him.How can you back down now? He shook his head slowly, and the light between his slender fingers loomed: "I never thought that I would fight again with the pavilion master... Please ask the pavilion master to display the strongest swordsmanship, as the last memorial of our friendship .” He raised his hand and swiped slowly in front of him.A faint light appeared in front of him, like a sword condensed by wind and moon.Since the first battle on Gang Rinpoche Peak, his cultivation base has become more refined, and he has been able to condense Fengyue sword energy into substance.

Zhuo Wangsun watched him.It was like watching him through the wind and fog of the Three Linked Cities that day. Once, they both tried to treat each other as friends.However, Yang Yizhi has obviously crossed the bottom line of his friend.Some things, when he does not know, can still be forgiven.But when he knew it, but still chose to stand up, it became unforgivable. Zhuo Wangsun smiled coldly: "The wind and moon sword energy should belong to the wind and the moon, and should not come to the world of mortals. You and I will fight today, and we will be strangers from now on." Saying that, Chunshui swordsmanship suddenly revived.

An invisible breath burst out in front of Zhuo Wangsun, rushing straight to the sky.With a flick of his sleeves, the sea breeze on Yushan suddenly blew up, but it didn't disperse even a little bit, and all of it was catalyzed into the purest sword energy by this aura.Gradually, a cyan light appeared in front of him, so violent that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.His brow peaks were reflected by the green awn, with a green aura, showing the cold and murderous aura like a god and demon.Yang Yizhi's face burst into sadness: "You and I are strangers from now on?" Should it be so?A violent breath blew past, raising his moon-white clothes, making a rattling noise.If he was negligent in the slightest, he, together with Acacia on the pillar behind, would be cut into dust by this sword.

Yang Yizhi took a deep breath, and his face gradually calmed down.The lightsaber lying in front of him also lit up inch by inch, igniting his eyebrows and eyes.And his whole body seemed to have turned into wind and moon, and disappeared on the top of Mount Luojia.All that was left was the sword-shaped light and the splendor in the sky. There are two lights, one horizontal and one vertical; one green and one white; one fierce and gentle; one demon-like and the other god-like.Divide into court to fight against courtesy, and know the enemy's skill.Although they didn't use their moves, the situation on the top of Jade Mountain had already been stirred up by them, entangled with each other, and spun rapidly in the air.

Yan Qingmei's eyes showed a hint of deep thought.Although she had expected the martial arts of these two people to be extremely high, she did not expect that they were so high that they could gather the wind and clouds.Everything in the world seemed to be affected by their sword energy and turned into a part of the sword.She suddenly had a thought - can they defeat Ji Yunshang in the mandala formation now? The thought came so suddenly that even she couldn't help smiling.Fortunately, she doesn't need to know the answer. She has always believed that being obsessed with the level of skill is just inferior to the best, and strategy is far more important than martial arts.Therefore, in the chess game she set up, she can watch the two top players in the world kill each other because of her words. If Zhuo Wangsun wins, she can naturally dig out Acacia's heart.As for who the heart will be placed on, that is her business.What if Yang Yizhi wins?What is she afraid of, anyway, he can only cast a sword.Therefore, no matter who wins or loses, she is the one who wins in the end.Therefore, the smile in her eyes is charming and enchanting, with all manners. Suddenly, Zhuo Wangsun took a step forward.The cyan sword light expanded to the extreme at this moment, pointing up to the sky and down to the ground, following this step it rushed towards the white light.A dazzling light suddenly burst out between the two of them, and Yang Yizhi's brow twitched.The moon-white light also burst out. Long Dian Tian corrected, and the two rays of light quickly joined together, turning into a blue and white rainbow, which suddenly exploded on the top of Yushan.Yushan suddenly shook, as if this thousand-year-old mountain could no longer bear the ravages of the two of them and was about to collapse. Yan Qingmei's face could not help but change slightly.She sighed and held up the oil-paper umbrella, as if to block the floating dust in the sky.But her paper umbrella turned into fly ash in an instant.Two sword glows were strikingly across her neck.Yan Qingmei was startled and did not dare to move. A faint smile floated between Zhuo Wangsun's brows: "No one has ever dared to threaten me." As he spoke, his sword energy poured down, sealing sixteen vital points on Yan Qingmei's body.Yan Qingmei stared straight at him, as if she still didn't understand how two people who were fighting to the death would suddenly join forces. Yang Yizhi smiled and said: "I just believe that brother Zhuo will never be so ruthless." So he willingly handed over Fengyue sword energy to Zhuo Wangsun, and let Zhuo Wangsun lead his sword energy to carry out this surprise attack. They don't know how high Yan Qingmei's martial arts are, but if she has the slightest chance, she will definitely escape.But if the two of them join forces, no one can find the slightest chance. Yan Qingmei's eyes were cold.Nineteen years later, she used ninjutsu to comprehend the mysteries of heaven and earth, and she was confident that she had the strength to fight Ji Yunshang, and her real cultivation was no less than the two in front of her.But she was so proud of her strategy that she was subdued in one fell swoop. She couldn't help looking at Yang Yizhi: "What if he doesn't really want to save Xiangsi?" Yang Yizhi said indifferently: "I believe him." Zhuo Wangsun smiled and cupped his hands to Yang Yizhi: "Thank you." Yang Yizhi smiled back: "You're welcome." Zhuo Wang Sun Fei climbed up the stone pillar and walked towards Acacia.Xiangsi looked up at him, her face was full of surprises, but her eyes couldn't help but shed tears: "Sir, I was scared to death just now, I thought..." Zhuo Wangsun gently tied up her messy long hair, and embraced her: "Are you afraid that he will kill me, or that I will kill him?" Didn't seem to understand why he said that. Zhuo Wangsun's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy, so gloomy that Xiangsi was a little scared.She had never seen him like this. Zhuo Wangsun gently picked up Xiangsi's hand, as if to check the scars on her hand, but suddenly pressed her hand hard against the stone pillar.Xiangsi felt a burst of pain and couldn't help shouting: "Sir..." Zhuo Wangsun ignored it, grabbed the falling rope, and tied Xiangsi tightly to the stone pillar. Yang Yizhi was taken aback, and hurried up and said, "You... what are you doing?" Zhuo Wangsun carefully tied the last knot, and said calmly, "Do you still have Fengyue Sword Qi?" Yang Yi was suffocated.After using it once, he couldn't use Fengyue Sword Qi for at least four hours.Everyone in Jianghu knows about this matter: "You, what do you mean?" Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "If it's gone, just watch it from the side." Zhuo Wangsun's eyes were full of anger and ridicule.He suddenly turned around and held up Xiangsi's chin: "I want to take your heart to save Xiaoluan, are you willing?" Xiangsi's body trembled and she was completely speechless. Zhuo Wangsun's gaze, expression, and tone of voice were all so calm, which made her understand that this was by no means a joke, but a decision. "The goddess of lotus who once saved the people in the city, are you willing to sacrifice your life again?" Acacia's eyes were full of fear, Zhuo Wangsun looked so strange at this moment. Zhuo Wangsun suddenly turned his head and faced Yang Yizhi, "Brahma, benevolent, are you willing?" Yang Yizhi looked at him in horror, and stepped back step by step. He thought that no one knew what happened in Sanlian City. With the disappearance of that pale demon, everything was buried forever and sealed by the Snake of Forgetfulness.But now, through Zhuo Wangsun's eyes, he suddenly discovered that everything was seen by others, and nothing was missed.He staggered back instinctively, and suddenly understood what all this meant, so he hurried up a few steps and stood in front of Xiangsi. Zhuo Wangsun looked at him, motionless and did not stop him.The cold gaze moved upwards along his face, and finally locked on Acacia's bewildered eyes: "Did you see that, he wants to save you. He has already cast the Sword of Fengyue once, and he is vulnerable to my blow within four hours, but He still wants to save you." His tone suddenly became gentle: "Do you want him to save you?" These words seemed to have touched something.It made Acacia feel a pain.Tears couldn't help but flow down: "No. President Yang, please go away." She can no longer hide behind others, so there is a third person between her and Zhuo Wangsun.Yang Yizhi shook his head: "I won't leave unless I die." He reached out to untie the rope on Xiangsi's body.Xiangsi suddenly screamed: "Go away!" Yang Yizhi raised his head in astonishment.His face became pale. Xiangsi said sharply: "This is our business! Please go away! If you touch me again, I will die immediately!" Yang Yizhi staggered back as if he had been hit hard, and could no longer stand still—she, so Do you hate yourself? Xiangsi stopped looking at him, but felt extremely guilty in her heart.Perhaps, only in this way can he be saved and the guilt towards him can be made up for.Oweed him so much, could never repay, ever. She suddenly felt bewildered, how could she have such an idea?What does she owe him? She couldn't remember anything.The pain almost made her suffocate, as if her whole body was locked in a tightly closed shell, unable to breathe.Zhuo Wangsun stepped forward slowly and brushed the messy hair off her face: "Xiao Luan is dying, only your heart can save her. Go save her, okay?" Xiangsi raised her head and looked at him through tears: "You... want me to save her?" "think." Tears of lovesickness fell down one after another, and the color of the water-red clothes seemed to fade away: "I promise you." Zhuo Wangsun smiled and gently wiped away her tears.His fingers brushed her face, and the years seemed to be suddenly old.When he stared at her for the last time, he suddenly remembered the look back on the autumn river.What a sad memory that is.Without those betrayals, would he really love her? Or, does she really love him?This woman has been following her side.No matter how indifferent he is to her, he has no regrets.But, does this count as loving him? Then why, on the Sanlian City, it was another person she forgot? The poison of forgetfulness.It will make the poisoned person forget the person who is most grateful in their hearts.And what she forgot was him. How ridiculous.What she was grateful for was actually another man who insisted on staying by his side only because he had forgotten everything.The invincible master of the Huayin Pavilion, the demon king who can slaughter all living beings, suffered a disastrous defeat on another battlefield.He lost to the greatest opponent in his life, but he didn't even have a chance to win back - she had forgotten everything, how could she win back? Is he not forgiving enough?After the Battle of Three Linked Cities, he never mentioned the past.Although he was indifferent, he still kept her by his side; although he was angry, he still regarded that person as a confidant in his heart.But they violated his bottom line again and again.Is he too kind?Then, destroy all these ridiculous benevolences, ridiculous sympathies, and ridiculous friendships. Zhuo Wangsun raised his head and said to Yan Qingmei: "Now, you can start your heart-changing technique." Yan Qingmei seemed to be stunned by his actions, and at this moment, a smile finally appeared in her slender eyebrows: "Okay, you deserve it." It's the master of Pavilion Huayin. Xiaoluan, come out."