It was a little later in the day, it was time to hold a torch in order to move forward in the mountains and forests. Wei WuXian walked for a while, but did not meet a few cultivators. He was surprised: could it be that one group of the clans that had come were continuing to argue on paper in Buddha's Foot Town, and the other group was as helpless and defeated as the group that had just returned?
Suddenly, the sound of calling for help came from ahead.
"Somebody!"
"Help!"
This voice has male and female, full of panic and helplessness, does not seem to be fake. Nine times out of ten, the cries for help in the wilderness are from evil spirits, leading the uninformed to a trap. The more evil, the better.
The more evil, the better. I'm afraid it's not evil enough!
He ran towards the sound, and when he looked around, he saw that it wasn't any goblins or ghosts, but the family he met at the ridge, hanging from a tree by a huge golden net.
The middle-aged man had been patrolling the mountains and forests with his descendants and did not come across the prey they were hoping for, but stepped into the net set by some rich man and was hanging from a tree, screaming in agony. Seeing someone coming, a fierce joy, but a look is a madman, immediately disappointed. This binding immortal net rope although thin, but the material is top quality, unbreakable, once caught, any of you human gods, demons, demons and ghosts also want to toss a while. Unless cut through by a higher quality immortal weapon. This crazy not to mention put them down, only afraid that even this is something do not know.
Is going to try to ask him to find help, a light spirit of the sound of branching leaves approaching, black mountain forest swept out of a light-colored light shirt teenager.
The young man has a little bit of sand between his eyebrows, handsome and somewhat mean, very young, almost the same as Lan Si chase, or a half-grown child, carrying a quiver of arrows, a long sword of golden light, holding a long bow. The embroidery on the clothes is exquisite, in the chest grouped into an extraordinary white peony, gold threads shining in the night with a fine broken light.
Wei Wu Xian secretly sighed "rich!"
This must be one of the young grandsons of the Lanling Jin family. Only his family, with white peony as the family pattern, compared itself to the national color, with the king of flowers, secretly branding himself as the king of immortals; with vermilion dotted forehead, meaning "enlightenment, brightness, vermilion light dazzling the world".
The young gentleman was about to shoot with his bow, but when he saw that the net was caught by a human being, he was disappointed and turned impatient: "Every time it's you fools. There are more than four hundred nets in the mountain, and before the prey is caught, a dozen of them have been broken by you people!"
What Wei Wu Xian was thinking was: "Money!"
One Immortal Binding Net is already worth a lot of money, he even laid more than four hundred in one breath, a smaller family must have lost all their money, worthy of the Lanling Jin Clan. But such an abuse of the immortal binding net, indiscriminate capture, where is the night hunt, is clearly driving people away, not let others have a chance to share a piece of the pie. It seems that the cultivators who withdrew before, not because the prey is tied, but because the famous family is difficult to mess with.
A few days of roaming along the way, plus just in the Buddha's Foot town to listen with interest, these years the rise and fall of the cultivation world, Wei Wu Xian also heard a lot. As the ultimate winner of the hundred-year immortal war, the Jin family of Lanling is now the leader of all families, and even the head of the family is respected as "immortal governor". The Jin family style is originally haughty, like luxury and wealth, over the years, the family is strong, but also the family's children are raised to run amok, slightly inferior to the family even if they are humiliated a hundred times can only be tolerated, such a small family in the countryside is a hundred can not afford to mess with, so although the teenager's words are mean, was hanging in the net of several people red face, but did not dare to scold back. The middle-aged man said in a low voice: "Please do us a favor and let us down."
The teenager is anxious about the late appearance of the prey, just to take it out on these country bumpkins, clasped hands and said: "You guys just hang here, save wandering around, and get in my way! When I catch the soul-eating beast, I can afford to put you down again."
If they were really hung up in the tree overnight, they would only be drained of their souls if they happened to meet the thing roaming in the Da Fan Mountain, and they couldn't move. The round-faced girl who gave the apple to Wei Wu Xian was so scared that she cried out. Wei Wu Xian originally sat cross-legged on the back of the flower donkey, once the flower donkey heard the cry, long ears twitched and suddenly leapt out.
If it was not for the unpleasant sound, the unstoppable bravery of the donkey would not be wrong to say that it was a good steed of a thousand miles. Wei Wuxian was caught off guard and was lifted off its back, nearly falling head over heels. The donkey, with its head facing forward, rushed towards the boy, seemingly convinced that it could send him flying with its head. The boy still had an arrow and was drawing his bow at it. Wei Wu Xian didn't want to find a new mount so soon, so he tugged on its reins repeatedly. The teenager looked at him twice, but suddenly showed a stunned look, then turned to disdain and said, "So it's you."
This tone, two parts surprise, eight parts disgust, listen to Wei Wu Xian blinked straight. The teenager said again: "What, have you gone crazy after being driven back to your hometown? How dare you let yourself out to meet people even though you are painted like this!"
He seems to have heard something remarkable?
Could it be--Wei Wu Xian slapped his thighs. Could it be that Mo Xuan Yu's father is not the head of some small sect, but the famous Jin Guangshan?
Jin Guangshan was the family head of the previous generation of the Lanling Jin Clan, long since deceased. Speaking of this man, it is difficult to say. He had a powerful wife with a distinguished family history, the reputation of the fear of internal, but he was afraid, women still want to engage in the same, Mrs. Jin is powerful can not follow him 12 hours a day, so from the famous ladies, down to the countryside prostitutes, can eat never let go. And although he loves to fool around and cheat on his wife, many illegitimate children, but very easy to like new and old, tired of women will be completely left behind, no sense of responsibility. Among the many illegitimate children, there is only one person who stands out and was recognized back, is the current head of the Lanling Jin family Jin Guangyao. And Jin Guangshan even died dishonorably. He was confident that he was old and strong and wanted to challenge himself to fool around with a group of women, but unfortunately failed to wind up immediately. This is too difficult to teach people to speak, so the Lanling Jin clan unanimously declared that the old patriarch is overworked, so the family also unspoken, pretend not to know. In short, these are the real reasons for his "great fame".
At the beginning of the great siege of the mass grave, in addition to Jiang Cheng, the second share even if Jin Guang Shan made a big effort. Now Wei Wu Xian but accounted for his illegitimate son's house, also really do not know how to settle this account.
The teenager saw him dumbfounded, disgusted, said: "Do not get lost! The sight of you is disgusting enough. Dead broken sleeve."
The first time I saw him, I thought he was the one who had to be humiliated by a youngster.
Upon hearing these words, two clusters of furious flames flashed in the teenager's eyes. He drew the long sword on his back and said morosely, "You - what did you say?"
The sword's golden light was so bright that it was a rare top-quality sword, and many families had never seen such a sword in a lifetime of fighting. Wei Wuxian gaze, actually felt that this sword some familiar, but the golden sword aura of the top-grade sword he had seen is not rare, so did not think carefully, but turned a small cloth bag in his hand.
This is the day before he picked up a few pieces of scraps temporarily put together a "lock spirit bag". The teenager chopped his sword at him, he took out a small piece of paper cut into human form from the locking capsule, staggered to avoid it, backhanded "snap" on the other side of the back.
The teenager's action is already very fast, but Wei Wu Xian has done a lot of things like tripping on people's backs and slapping charms, so his hands and feet are even faster. The teenager only felt a numbness in the undershirt, a sinking behind, the whole person involuntarily fell to the ground, the sword also clanged to the side, how hard can not get up, as if a tarzan overwhelming. On his back lay a gluttonous and deadly spirit, which pressed him firmly into a breathless position. Although the little ghost is weak, it is not a problem to deal with such a hairy child. Wei Wuxian picked up his sword, weighing it, a wave cut off the above bound immortal net.
The family landed in a mess, without saying a word, hurriedly fled wildly. The round-faced girl seemed to want to say thank you, but was pulled away by her elders. Afraid to say a few more words by this gold grandson's hatred more powerful. The young man on the ground angrily said: "dead broken sleeve! Good, you, low spiritual power cultivation can not achieve this kind of evil path, you give me beware! Do you know who is here today? Today I ..."
Wei Wu Xian insincerely said, "Ah! I'm so scared!"
He used to have a set of cultivation method although criticized, long harmful to the practitioner's body of the original, but there is a quick effect, and not limited by spiritual power and talent, so it is very tempting, greedy shortcut private practice of people never lack, the young man thought Mo Xuan Yu was expelled from Lanling Jin's back then took the evil path. This suspicion is reasonable and saves Wei Wu Xian a lot of unnecessary trouble.
The boy's hands on the ground, tried a few times can not get up, face red, gritted his teeth and said: "If you do not withdraw I tell my uncle, you wait to die!
Wei Wuxian wondered, "Why uncle and not father? Which one is your uncle?"
Behind him suddenly sounded a voice, three parts cold and seven parts cold: "His uncle is me.
"His uncle is me, do you have any last words?"
As soon as he heard this voice, Wei Wu Xian's blood seemed to rush to his head, and then faded cleanly. The good thing is that his face was originally a miserable white, and there is nothing unusual about being whiter.
A purple-clothed young man came with confidence, arrow sleeves light robe, hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, waist hanging a silver bell, walking but can not hear the bell ring. The legend of the ninth state feather novel
This young man thin eyebrows and almond eyes, appearance is a sharp handsome, gaze sunken incandescent, vaguely with a sense of attack, look at people like two cold lightning. Walking in Wei Wu Xian ten steps away, standing still, looking like a sharp arrow on a string, ready to go, even the body is permeated with a haughty self-importance.
He frowned and said: "Jin Ling, why have you taken so long, do you want me to come and ask you to go back? Make such an ugly appearance, still don't get up!"
After the initial numbness in his brain passed, Wei Wu Xian quickly returned to his soul, hooked his finger in his sleeve and withdrew the piece of paper man. Jin Ling felt a sigh of relief on his back, immediately grabbed back his sword and climbed up, flashing to Jiang Cheng's side, pointing at Wei Wu Xian and cursing, "I'll break your legs!"
This uncle and nephew stand together, can vaguely see the eyebrows have two or three resemblance, but like a pair of brothers. Jiang Cheng moved his finger, and the piece of paper suddenly came out of Wei Wu Xian's finger and flew into his hand. He took a glance, his gaze rose in a burst of hostility, finger force, the piece of paper leapt up in flames, in the screams of the Yin spirit burned to ashes.
Jiang Cheng said morosely: "Break his legs? Didn't I tell you, when you meet this kind of evil devil, just kill it and feed it to your dog!"
Wei Wu Xian did not even care to hold the donkey, flying back. He had thought that after many years, even if Jiang Cheng had a great hatred for him, it should have dissipated. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.
The two fingers of Wei Wuxian were about to move when they entered the spirit locking bag. A blue sword light swept out like lightning, and Jin Ling's sword strike, directly this top grade immortal sword's golden light to instantly collapse.
It's not the sword that is superior, but the strength gap between sword holders. Wei Wu Xian originally calculated the timing, but did not want to be disturbed by this sword mane pace, a stumble, flopped to the ground, right before a pair of snow-white boots. After a moment of stiffness, he slowly looked up.
The first thing that caught his eye was a long, slender sword blade that was as crystal clear as frozen ice.
Among the hundred families, this sword can be said to be a big name, Wei Wu Xian has also learned its power countless times when fighting side by side and drawing swords against each other. The hilt is forged with pure silver refined by secret method, the sword body is extremely thin, clear and transparent, emitting ice and snow cold, but sharpening iron like mud, so the whole sword looks light and seems to have immortal aura, but in fact it is extremely weighty and cannot even be wielded by ordinary people.
--Dust avoidance.
The sword blade reversed, and a clanging sound came from above Wei Wu Xian's head into the sheath. At the same time, Jiang Cheng's voice came from afar: "I thought who was it. It turns out to be the second son of Lan."
This pair of white boots bypassed Wei Wu Xian and walked three steps forward without slowing down. Wei Wu Xian raised his head and got up. When he brushed against him, he looked at him seemingly unintentionally for a moment.
The man was covered in moonlight like practice, carrying a seven-stringed ancient zither, the body of which is narrower than the usual ancient zither, with a black body and soft wood color. Ming dynasty those things novel
The man is bundled with a cloud pattern wipe forehead, fair complexion, handsome extremely elegant, such as faceted as grinding. The color of the eyes is very pale, as if glazed, so that his gaze seems too cold. There is a frost and snow between the expressions, is almost stereotypical of a school of solemnity, even if you see Wei Wu Xian now this ridiculous face also no waves and no waves.
From head to toe, a spotless, meticulous, can not find a trace of improper disrespect, spare this, Wei Wu Xian heart still popped out four big words.
"Wearing mourning!"
Really wear mourning. The school uniforms of Gusu Blue's school were blown up to be the most beautiful school uniforms, and the blue forgetfulness was regarded as the most beautiful man in the world, but they could not bear the bitterness and hatred of his dead wife.
The year is unfavorable, the injustice is narrow. No double blessing, no single disaster.
Blue forgetfulness machine not a word, the eyes do not squint, quietly standing opposite Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng is already considered extremely outstanding handsome, but and he stood face to face, but also inferior a few points, impatient a few points, raised one eyebrow said: "Hanguangjun really deserves that 'will come out of the chaos' reputation, how today there is still time to come to this deep forest?"
The immortal head of the family like them, usually do not care about the low grade of the evil prey, but blue forget machine is an exception. He never chooses the object of night hunting, nor does he come because the demon or devil is not fierce enough and has no reputation for killing it. As long as someone asks for help, he will come, since he was young, it has been so. Therefore, "every chaos will come out" is the world's evaluation of Hanguangjun night hunting trip, but also to his character praise. Jiang Cheng said in such a tone at this time, really not very polite, blue forget machine followed by a group of his juniors, listened to all feel strange uncomfortable, blue Jing Yi straightforward, said: "Jiang patriarch is not also here?"
Jiang Cheng said coldly: "Tsk, the elders are talking, there is a part for you to interfere? The Gusu Blue Clan prides itself on being a family of superior immortal rites, so this is how they teach their clan's children."
Blue forgetfulness seemed to not want to talk to him, glanced at Lan Si chase, the latter would understand, then let the juniors talk to juniors, stepped out and said to Jin Ling: "Mr. Jin, the night hunt has always been a fair competition for each family, but Mr. Jin is casting a net all over the Da Fan Mountain, making it difficult for the cultivators of other families to move, lest they fall into the trap, is it not already against the rules of the night hunt? "
Jin Ling's cold look was carved out of the same mold as his uncle: "They are stupid and stepped into the trap themselves, what can I do. Anything can wait until I catch the prey."
Blue forgetting machine frowned. Jin Ling still want to speak, suddenly found himself unable to speak, throat also can not make a sound, immediately a big shock. Jiang Cheng took a look, Jin Ling upper and lower lips are stuck in general can not be separated, the face now thin color of anger, the previous reluctant etiquette also do not want: "surnamed blue! What do you mean, Jin Ling is not your turn to discipline, give me untie!"
This forbidden speech technique was used by the Lan family to punish the wrongdoing of the clan's children. Wei Wu Xian had suffered a lot from this trick, although it was not a complicated and profound spell, non-Blue family members were not allowed to solve it. If you force yourself to speak, either your upper and lower lips are torn to bleeding, or your voice is hoarse for several days, you must shut up and quietly introspect until you have survived the punishment time. Lan Si chase said: "Jiang patriarch need not be angry, as long as he does not forcibly break the art, an incense will automatically unravel."
Before Jiang Cheng could say anything, a man in purple dressed in Jiang's clothing came running in the forest and shouted, "Sovereign!" Seeing Blue Forgetting Machine standing here, his face appeared hesitant. Jiang Cheng sneered, "Say, what bad news do you have to report to me again?"
The guest secretary whispered, "Not long ago, a blue flying sword destroyed the immortal binding net you had arranged."
Jiang Cheng gave Blue Forgetting Machine a cross look, the displeasure in his heart flowing directly onto his face, and said, "How many did you break?"
This guest secretary cautiously said, "... All of them ..."
More than four hundred!
Jiang Cheng was viciously annoyed.
He really didn't expect this trip to be so unlucky. The original he came to support Jin Ling, this year Jin Ling will be fifteen, it is time to debut and other family's offspring to fight for seniority age. Jiang Cheng carefully screened for him to pick out the hunting ground of Da Fan Mountain, casting nets around and intimidating other family cultivators, teaching them that it is difficult to walk and retreat, in order to let Jin Ling win this first chip, so that the other people can not grab with him. More than four hundred immortal binding nets, although near the sky price, for the Yunmeng Jiang clan is not much. But the net destruction matter small, loss of face matter big. Blue forgetfulness machine so act, Jiang Cheng only feel a mouthful of bad gas hovering in the heart, rising higher and higher. He narrowed his eyes, his left hand intentionally or unintentionally on the right index finger that finger ring rubbed carefully.
This is a dangerous action.
Everyone knows that the ring is a life-threatening and powerful magic treasure. Once the Jiang family head began to touch it, is a killing intent.