Chapter 5 Chapter Four: Traveling Geese Twelve Tired

"You evil spirits who can't kill you are crooked. If you have the ability, let me out and compete openly! What kind of ability is it to bully the few?" Rested overnight on Huangshan Mountain, woke up early in the morning, and could hear harsh shouts outside, the young man in Tsing Yi drank a mouthful of porridge, and frowned slightly: "Who is so noisy?" "Report to the young master, it is the woman who was caught halfway in Lin'an a few days ago." The surrounding subordinates stood with their hands down, and when they heard the master's question, they quickly replied in a low voice, "If the young master thinks it's too noisy, the subordinates will stop her immediately. Q."

"Oh, it's the old man Yan Lei's granddaughter? She's so hot." Thinking of who this prisoner was, the young master of the Demon Palace sneered slightly—that day, he just went to Lin'an to fulfill his elder brother's orders, and then led his troops north to Huangshan. Unexpectedly, by chance and coincidence, the men ambushing and watching near the lonely mountain accidentally caught this big fish. "Do you think we bullied her too much when we arrested her?" The young master of the Demon Palace calmly drank half of the porridge in the bowl, put it down, and ordered his subordinates, "Let her out, and I will compare swords with her, and let her give it to me convincingly." Shut up."

"Yes, young master." The subordinate led the order to withdraw, and when he reached the door, he ran into another disciple who rushed in from the outside. "Report to the young master, the Central Plains Jianghu League has started flying pigeons to spread letters, mobilizing people from various sects and factions to gather in the Dingjiange, I am afraid that they will counterattack my palace in the near future!" The disciple who collected the latest information knelt down and reported, "It is said that ten The Martial Sect has dispatched all its elites, and Shen Xun, son of Moling who is known as the number one swordsman in the Central Plains, has also rushed to the Dingjiange."

"Shen Xun will definitely intervene—the old palace lord has already expected it in this section." The young young lord of the Demon Palace just nodded lightly, and the color in his pupils was actually a strange dark blue color, "However, he is chasing after him alone." Are you going to the Tripod Sword Pavilion?" "No. It seems that there is a masked woman accompanying him." The subordinate replied. A bright light flashed in the eyes of the young master of the Demon Palace, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Oh...unexpectedly, even Xie Hongying was surprised to come out of the mountain. Interesting, interesting now."

He stood up and ordered: "Immediately find someone to write a book for me, and send it to the leader of the Dingjian Pavilion, Yan Lei!" At the southern foot of Huangshan Mountain, the scenery is picturesque, and the pine wind is like waves. However, Yan Ling'er was trembling all over, lying on the rocks, unable to speak, with broken swords scattered all over the place beside her. "Would you like to change another sword?" On the tall boulder beside him, the young man in Tsing Yi had a cold face, the long sword in his hand was not yet out of the sheath, and he just looked down at the girl who was panting due to exhaustion, "You want to compete with me, but even If you can't even pull out the sword, wouldn't it be embarrassing for your Yan family?"

The purple-clothed girl was out of breath and struggled to stand up, raising her hand enough to reach the long sword hanging on the weapon rack. She just got it in her hand and pulled it out half way, only to see the young man in Tsing Yi flitting down from the boulder, with a strange figure. , has been approaching in an instant. Yan Ling'er took a step back, blocked with the horizontal sword, but pulled out the sword without slowing down. However, only a slight sound was heard, and the long sword in her hand broke into the scabbard again. "Hahahaha..." The young master of the Demon Palace laughed loudly, as if he was looking at the prey he was teasing under his claws. Along the road were the corpses of the disciples of the Huangshan Sword Sect who had been exterminated by him a few days ago. The road was full of blood and mess. "——How? You have nothing to say? What are you decent people from the Central Plains?"

"The young master is invincible in the world, sweeping the martial arts in the Central Plains!" The disciples of the Demon Palace who were watching the battle fell to the ground and congratulated loudly. Yan Ling'er, who has always been pampered, has a temper that would rather bend than bend, although she is spoiled. She doesn't want to be teased and humiliated like this again, so she broke her heart and plunged the sword into her heart. Unexpectedly, the leader's daughter was so fierce, the young master of the Demon Palace was stunned, and there was no time to stop him. With a flash of light in his hand, he finally drew out the sword - just a swipe, and the blade was cut against the hilt, Yan Ling Er'er was quick, and pressed the bare hilt to his heart in no time.

"You can't die." The evil chuckle came from the ear, and the young master of the Demon Palace came over, knocked her down, and lifted her chin with his fingers. Yan Linger noticed the boy's eyes in a panic. It turned out to be dark blue, "You are still of great use, Miss Yan. I can't bear to see such a beautiful girl die." "Let go of me!" She struggled angrily, but the young man who spoke frivolously had already let go of her, and pushed her who had her acupuncture points pressed to the subordinate next to her: "Take her back and watch carefully!"

"Yes!" Supporting her left and right, they both bowed their heads and obeyed orders. "Girl, if you don't give in and make noise again, I'll cut your tongue off!" The young master of the Demon Palace glanced at Yan Ling'er and sneered, but the depths of her eyes were cold, which made her slap her involuntarily. shiver. "Guardian Zuo, just send someone to clean it. This mountain is too dirty, my shoes are all dirty." After taking Yan Ling'er off from the left and right, the young master of the Demon Palace flew up and landed on the big rock on the cliff again. , looking down at the corpses of Sword Sect disciples piled up and down Huangshan Mountain, frowned, "We still have to stay here for a few more days."

"Yes!" Even the protectors on the left and right did not dare to disobey the order of the palace lord, they did not slack off at all, and immediately set about making arrangements. After everyone retreated, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, threw the sword in his hand, and sank into the rock wall beside him with a clang. Finally all the hustle and bustle went away, and he seemed to be the only one left in the world. The setting sun was slowly sinking in the sky, and everything between the heaven and the earth seemed to be covered with a layer of blood, and a group of wild geese flying south flew across the sky.The wind blew the boy's temples, and suddenly, there was a feeling of loneliness and tenderness—as if a hand had stroked his hair countless years ago.

"Xiao Jie, Xiao Jie..." In the midst of Songfeng Yuntao, the voice suddenly sounded kindly, smiling, "You are not stupid - you will be the most powerful in the future!" Sister Xie, just wait and see how I will knock down those masters in the Central Plains one by one. In the end, even your Shen Xun will die under my heroic sword! At that time, you will know... my sister's vision back then was really good. The young man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, and that smile flashed across his delicate and pale face like waves on the surface of water.Reaching out his hand to pick a leaf from the bushes on the rock wall, he lay down on the boulder on the cliff, tore the leaf into thin slices, rolled it up, brought it to his lips and blew gently. The letter of the young master of the Demon Palace, and Shen Xun and Xie Hongying's party arrived at the Dingjiange almost at the same time. "Shen Shaoxia, Miss Xie, did you see Ling'er in Lin'an?" The old alliance leader who had just gotten off his horse outside the gate couldn't wait for the two to enter, so he rushed out to greet the two in person. The first sentence he said was in this way. "I've seen it." Shen Xun just answered briefly, not wanting to talk about the situation at that time, but Xie Hongying was careful, seeing the old leader Yan's expression, he knew that something was wrong, pulled Shen Xun, turned his head and bowed to the old man, and asked: "Why, Uncle, Ling'er hasn't returned to the Tripod Sword Pavilion yet?" "Too bad, then she has really fallen into the hands of the Demon Palace!" The old man's face paled instantly. "What?" Shen Xun and Xie Hongying blurted out a surprised question, looking at the letter in the old man's hand in unison. "Take a look." Old leader Yan looked depressed, and handed the letter he had just received to the two of them, "It's like this before the war started, but what should I do... Fortunately, both of you are here, Miss Xie is willing to come out of the rivers and lakes again, That is the luck of Wulin." Shen Xun didn't have time to be polite, so he hurriedly opened the letter, while Xie Hongying glanced at the first few words, his expression changed: Fang Jie, the young master of the Great Light Palace of the Western Regions, and Yan Lei, the master of the Dingjian Pavilion "Young master?" They exchanged shocked looks, and Xie Hongying's fingers trembled slightly.Unable to continue to read what was written in the letter, the shadow of the young man in Tsing Yi holding the hero sword in the rain flashed before her eyes——Xiao Jie... The shy and shy Xiao Jie who was now leading the Demon Palace The young master who swept the Central Plains martial arts? "What do you think?" When she was in a trance, Shen Xun had quickly glanced at the content of the letter, his expression suddenly became heavy, and he glanced sideways at his girlfriend, "Are you going?" "Why not go?" Xie Hongying was startled for a moment, but when she saw Shen Xun's eyes at this moment, she was startled. She took the letter paper and looked at it. Go to Huangshan to exchange Linger within three days?" "Smart." Shen Xun sneered, his thoughts turned like lightning, "Knowing that with a hostage like Linger, it is undoubtedly a dream to force the Jianghu League to surrender to the Demon Palace—but the condition of exchanging the beauty sword is probably something that can be considered in reality. ..." "Currently all factions are on their way here, let's discuss it after everyone has arrived." Although he is a person who has experienced a lot of troubles, but his favorite granddaughter was taken captive, the old leader Yan seemed to have lost his mind. After hesitating for a long time, he spit out this unintelligible sentence. "No, people's time calculation is very accurate - three days are limited, and now it has been a day since the letter was delivered, unless a decision is made immediately, otherwise there will be too little time anyway." Shen Xun sneered slightly, looking at the few words on the letter paper. A few lines of words, "The young master of the Demon Palace is really a smart person... I counted on sending the letter when we just arrived at the Dingjiange and the people from all parties were still on the way." He turned his head and looked at Xie Hongying with complicated eyes: "What do you think?" The fingers subconsciously clenched the Hongyan sword in her hand. The veiled woman read the letter and kept thinking. At this moment, she raised her head and glanced at her friend who had been with her for many years: "Although the Hongyan sword is precious, it is an external possession after all. I am not afraid of putting my soul in danger. Bring it back, but..." "But what?" Shen Xun asked, with a complicated look on his brows, "But the other party is Fang Liuyuan's younger brother, why are you in trouble?" Xie Hongying shook her head slowly, looked at Shen Xun, but sighed: "But, if the beauty sword also fell into Fang Jie's hands, what would you do? - Fang Jie will kill you as the first priority , Hero Sword is in his hand again, how can you have a sharp weapon in your hand that can compete with him? I originally... originally planned to let you use the Beauty Sword to fight him." "Xiao Xie." I probably didn't expect that she would plan such a long-term plan for herself. Shen Xun looked at her and called out, as if he didn't know what to do. He paused and smiled, "Look at what you said, I'm so No ambition? ——Is the Scarlet Sword a man’s sword? I won’t use it if you give it to me. Leave me alone, you decide what to do? After all, it’s all about you.” "Human life is at stake. No matter what, I'll go to Huangshan first." Under the veil, Xie Hongying's eyes changed, she just pondered for a moment, then quickly made a decision, stretched out her hand to grab the reins, and turned on the horse again without even entering the gate of Dingjiange , "Ling'er is only eighteen years old, so nothing can happen like this——Shen Xun, it will take only three or four days to go back and forth from Huangshan Mountain. If I don't return after five days, you should prepare for the worst." "Okay." Pulling the horse's head for her, and seeing that she was sitting firmly on the saddle, Shen Xun just responded lightly and let go, "Old leader Yan and I are here, so don't worry. Go and come back quickly." .” "Come back, I'll invite you to Zhanbi Tower for a drink." Turning the horse's head, Xie Hongying only said a word, eyes behind the veil glanced at the face of the friend, smiled slightly, and then clasped his fist at the old leader Yan, and brought With the beauty sword Juechen away. Shen Xun stood at the door of Dingjiange, watching the plain clothes go to the Demon Realm, and the white clothes were blown up in the wind and dust. Xiao Xie, Xiao Xie, take care of it. This is the third time watching the sunset go down the mountain. Sitting on the cliff with curled leaves blowing on his lips, there is a secret evil and cold light in the eyes of the young man in Tsing Yi—the girl’s stubborn scolding in his ears, He kept saying that the demons were heretics, but it was difficult to arouse even the slightest bit of anger in his heart. It's the last day, and since noon, he ordered people to tie Yan Ling'er out and stand on the edge of the Sacrificial Cliff, and when the sun goes down, he will push the leader's daughter down and smash her to pieces—— What Guangming Palace has said has always been done. A mere human life is not on his mind, but the expression of the young master of the Demon Palace is nervous.Since noon, his eyes have not left the stone path up the mountain.But...it was empty all the time. Will she... come or not? "Young Master, it's time." The last light of the setting sun sank behind the mountains, and in the afterglow like blood, he heard the fire wing of the left guardian under the boulder report, the boy's hand trembled suddenly, his eyes quickly turned cold, Throwing the leaf in his hand far away, he said coldly: "Kill it." "Yes!" Huo Yi took the order, and the disciples in the palace dragged the purple-clothed girl to the Sacrifice Cliff. "Don't pull me! I'll go by myself!" Yan Ling'er raised her neck. Although there was a scared expression on her young and beautiful face, she still tried her best not to show weakness, "I'll go by myself!" "Little girl, blame your grandpa, he doesn't seem to take you seriously." The young master of the Demon Palace looked down at the purple-clothed girl from the boulder, but his young face was expressionless, and he waved his hand, "Go Bar." When the words "Young Master" fell to the ground, Yan Ling'er, who was brought to the edge of the cliff, was pushed by the magic palace disciple behind her, screamed, staggered suddenly, and fell off the cliff. "Stop! Stop!" At the foot of the cliff, someone suddenly exclaimed, "The Scarlet Sword is here! Stop!" Dressed in plain clothes, he fell off the horse in a hurry, and the galloping horse lost its strength and immediately collapsed to the ground.Pointing to the stone path with her toes, the plain-clothed woman with a light veil flitted towards the top of the mountain like lightning, shouting, but it was too late to stop the purple-clothed girl who fell from the cliff anyway. "Sister Xie!" blurted out a low voice, and an indescribably complicated expression flashed across the young man's face.He suddenly stood up, jumped out of the cliff like lightning, and flew down like a blue bird, causing the disciples under Shixia to cry out in surprise. The wind on his face made the skin on his face seem to be split, and during the rapid fall, it seemed that time and space no longer existed, but the falling purple clothes in front of him finally grew bigger and bigger, and he took a deep breath , his left hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Linger's ankle.As the inner breath circulated, the young master of the Demon Palace let out a low shout, and pulled the falling girl to turn over in the air. "Ding!" The hero's sword in his right hand came out of its sheath just in the nick of time, and pierced deeply into the stone wall beside him. It was that momentary leverage that allowed him to breathe, the blue color in the young man's eyes was bright, and the hero's sword pierced the stone like rotten dirt.The toes are connected to the cliff, and Yan Linger is already flying up. "Young Master!" Seeing the young man in Tsing Yi pulling Yan Ling'er back to the Sacrifice Cliff with his hands bound, the disciples of the Demon Palace who were still in shock greeted him one after another. Going up to meet Yan Ling'er, who was half unconscious, she couldn't help complaining: "Young master, it's too risky! ——Surprised the subordinates, if something happens, how will the subordinates go back and talk to the old palace?" Lord explain?" "It's okay." The young master of the Demon Palace smiled slightly, but he was obviously tired when he spoke, and waved his hands to make his subordinates retreat. "Miss Xie," turned around, and saw that the woman in plain clothes had rushed to the top of the mountain, apparently also shocked by the extremely thrilling scene just now. With a strange smile, "You almost came late—where's Hongyanjian?" "I'll give you the Beauty Sword, will you keep your word and let Miss Yan go?" Because of rushing, Xie Hongying's voice was calm, looking at the handsome young man in Tsing Yi in front of him, he asked calmly. Xiao Jie... the child in my memory, which was almost blurred, actually looks like this now? The young master of the Demon Palace waved his hand and pushed Yan Ling'er out from left and right. He walked over and patted the unconscious girl's cheek to wake her up.Yan Ling'er opened her eyes dimly, but what she saw was a pair of dark green eyes. After her vision gradually became clear, she recognized the face of the young master of the Demon Palace. . "It's really useless, I fainted from fright~" There was an evil smile in the eyes of the young man in front of him, and he curled his lips slightly to sneer, she suddenly woke up, stood up straight, and cursed: "If you want to kill, kill, who is afraid! Kill!" Even if I do it a hundred times, this girl will not beg for mercy!" "Tsk tsk... What a stubborn girl." Seeing that this timid girl is so tough, the young master of the Demon Palace was surprised for a moment. With a snap of his fingers, the rope in Yan Linger's hand broke, and he gave a slight smile. With all his strength, he pushed her towards Xie Hongying, "Who has the patience to kill you a hundred times? Go home, girl!" Yan Ling'er saw Xie Hongying standing under the gaze of the Demon Sect at this moment, and was stunned for a moment. ——For many years, she has been disrespectful to this woman who is older than herself, and she made a big fuss a few days ago, but at this moment, Xie Hongying went into danger alone for her. "Here you are!" Xie Hongying embraced Yan Ling'er who was stumbling over with one hand, and without hesitation, raised her hand, and threw out the beautiful sword she cherished so much in her hand—the famous sword was in the air, and a bright streak of light flashed in the sunset crimson. The Young Master of the Demon Palace smiled slightly, and just moved the Hero Sword in the air, with a "swish", as if attracted by invisible magnetic force, the Red Face Sword automatically jumped into his hand, and merged with the Hero Sword. The young man lowered his head and drew out the two swords at the same time. Looking at the same deep mark on it, he didn't know what kind of expression he had in his eyes. How many years... How many years have it been before these two peerless divine weapons can meet again? "Can I take Miss Yan away?" Seeing the two swords merged into one place again, as if some kind of memory in his heart had been touched, Xie Hongying's eyes under the veil had a hint of bitterness, and she didn't want to look any more, so she pulled Qi Yan Ling'er turned her head to leave, "Farewell, young master of the Demon Palace!" "Wait." The moment the two women just turned around and looked away from their swords, the young master of the Demon Palace suddenly uttered two words coldly.Above the top, all the swords were unsheathed and blocked in front of them like a forest. Xie Hongying turned around suddenly: "Do you want to go back on your word?" "I said that if you deliver the beauty sword, I will let Yan Linger go—" He repeated his promise, but the young man's eyes turned cold, looking at Xie Hongying, who was covered in a light veil, feeling a little weird He smiled softly, "But, I didn't say I'd let you go... Little sister Xie." The last address was uttered very lightly, like a whisper. "Xiao Jie?" Shocked by that address, Xie Hongying looked at the young man in blue with a long sword in front of him, shaking his head, trying to recall the face of that child ten years ago, but after all, it was already too vague.Seeing the men and horses in the Demon Palace on Huangshan Mountain, she knew that it would be superfluous to talk about any conditions, so she just pushed Yan Linger to the road and said decisively: "Okay, then you will let her go first!" "No problem." The young master of the Demon Palace smiled again and lightly clapped his hands, "Send Miss Yan down the mountain properly, prepare the horse and silver, and let her go back to the Cauldron Sword Pavilion!" "Yes!" Someone stepped forward and took Yan Ling'er down. "Thank you, sister thank you!" As if she didn't know how to address her, she hesitated for a moment, but the name was still dropped from the mouth of the purple-clothed girl eagerly. Xie Hongying, "Then what are you going to do! What are you going to do?! I won't go, I'll stay! Damn it, you let sister Xie go!" "Stupid girl, how can you compare with her?" A cold smile overflowed from the corner of the boy's mouth, too lazy to talk to the struggling Yan Ling'er, the young master of the Demon Palace just waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to send her down the mountain quickly. Yan Ling'er was dragged down the mountain, with blood on her heels, but she kept struggling.However, to no avail.She had never felt so useless before - she could only watch Xie Hongying's solitary figure slowly sinking into the forest of swords in the magic palace on the top, and she could never see her again. "Go back and tell Shen Xun, just treat me as dead and don't care about me anymore - he is a sensible person and knows what to do." When she was being dragged down the mountain, she suddenly heard Xie Hongying's voice passing through the human wall and floating in the air calmly. "Xiao Xie, sister." The situation settled down again.On the top of Mount Huangshan, holding a pair of heroic and beautiful swords, the boy looked down at the sword, and then looked up at the woman in plain clothes standing in front of him. They all called out inexplicably, "Sister Xie, does the wound on your face still hurt?" Watching Yan Ling'er go down the mountain intently, he waited until he rode the yellow dust away on the official road, knowing that the Demon Palace had indeed released the person as promised, Xie Hongying only let go halfway, turned his gaze back from the mountain, turned his head to meet the strange young man Can't help but be taken aback for a moment. Those are strange dark blue pupils, but they are not natural, and they are faintly weird. However, what shocked her for a moment was the expression of this twenty-year-old boy at this moment—— vaguely, it seemed that the same eyes had surfaced from the already blurred memory, and looked at him after ten years of time and space. "Sister Xie." In the memory, the ten-year-old child ran out with a cup of tea and looked up at her. Such shy, lonely, eager and admiring eyes... Suddenly, everything became clear. "You!—" suddenly understood, Xie Hongying looked at the young man and blurted out, "Xiao Jie?" "Sister Xie, don't think about leaving this time." The young master of the Demon Palace smiled slightly, with joyful and eager eyes, as if a child who had been alone for a long time had suddenly obtained the treasure of his dream.Slowly, she took off the scabbard of the long sword in her hand, raised her eyes to look at Xie Hongying, and said softly: "If you want to leave, you can only go to that Shen Xun if you completely defeat me like you did to my brother back then... If Shen Xun was still alive at that time." Xie Hongying took a step back involuntarily, and suddenly pulled out the saber of a disciple of the Demon Palace with lightning, looked at the young man in front of him, and said coldly: "You want to trap me? Ask me first." The sword in your hand!"