The unsullied winter sun is warm and shining, cold but with a dazzling light, this is the winter sun, which is as warm as a spring breeze, but also cold and dazzling, and everything is full of contradictions.

At this moment, Ye Yinfeng was still immersed in the sorrow of parting, and it was already the second day since Nangong Xianchen said goodbye to them. The melancholy with the taste of don't worry is really uncomfortable, and all kinds of tactful thoughts are surging like a tide.

Wine becomes the best support for relieving sorrows, and even more sorrows are poured into the wine glass, Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao walked into this restaurant where he first met Nangong Xianchen in this contradictory state.

After three rounds of drinking, the slightly drunk fat Taoist priest couldn't stand it anymore, snatched the wine jar that Ye Yinfeng picked up again with one hand, and poured it into his mouth violently.

The chubby little belly is bulging, where does he still have a little Taoist demeanor at this time, and he has simply become a living miniature version of Maitreya Buddha.

"Let's go, it's okay." , Ye Yinfeng swayed with a dejected melancholy, Jun'an's body was as sharp as a sword, and he stood up straight with a firm gaze, and walked slowly with a steady and powerful pace.

The clear surface of the lake ripples, and the dilapidated village is completely inhabited, and there is no trace of the thatched hut that has long been empty.

Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao stood silent, they were about to come to see the old man and the cute little girl, Li Xiaoyao had already told him everything he had seen on the small hillside. But Ye Yinfeng still felt that he wanted to come and see, although he knew that the old man had deceived him, he felt that the innocent little girl Xiaoru should not deceive him.

They came to the dilapidated village where the old man had brought them, and now the village was bathed in the golden winter sun, but the whole village was deserted. The dilapidated thatched huts squeaked in the cold wind, and the rotten grass on the roofs rose with the wind.

Judging by the situation, the whole village should have left not long ago, and there were still used dishes and chopsticks on the stove that needed to be cleaned urgently, and a small part of the oil smoke remained in the dilapidated thatched house. All this can only show that the people here are in a hurry, so anxious that they can only have time to pack up the soft things.

The people have already left, and the desolate scenery is like Ye Yinfeng's trusting heart being wantonly ravaged by the vast and overwhelmed panic, and the barren heart has become an unspeakable pain.

The pain of parting has not yet healed, and the deceived trust has once again pierced his heart like a knife, draining blood drops, and he is sad and unable to let go.

"What kind of identity do you say that Xiaoru will have, and she will let Shen Zhongxia, the number one master of the Tang Kingdom, escort her, even if it is the royal relatives of the Tang Kingdom, she does not have this treatment."

The trails of the wilderness, the mountains are stacked, the dead trees are heavy, the grass is thick, at this time far away from the path of Raozhou City, the fog and smoke are curling in the distance, and several abrupt mountain peaks stand through the clouds in the sky.

Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao had already left Raozhou and went straight to the Sanqing Mountain, they did not choose to take the official road, did not ride a horse and gallop, but chose to take the forest path in the wilderness or the quiet path around the mountain.

Along the way, Ye Yinfeng has gotten rid of the sorrow of parting and the heartache of deception, and returned to normal, he talked to the fat Taoist priest about the innocent and cute little girl Xiaoru.

"I don't know, but it is said that this Shen Zhongxia is a member of the first sect in my Tang Dynasty, 'Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion', but this Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion has always been mysterious, and no one has ever seen the person in charge of this pavilion. Even the other disciples of this sect did not appear in this river and lake, and some people speculated that this sect may have been created by some ancient martial arts family. As for the possibility that Miss Xiaoru is the descendant of the main figure in this pavilion, of course, this is just speculation and has not been confirmed definitively. ”

Li Xiaoyao waved his wide Taoist robe and walked side by side with Ye Yinfeng, after all, he was an old Jianghu, and he guessed the identity of the little girl.

The two of them walked on the dark and deep path that was covered with dead branches and strange rocks like a messy path, and the two of them walked on the mountain path that was rough and sometimes narrow. Neither of them performed light work, and the feeling of their feet stepping on the ground of the mountain road gave them an incomparable sense of steadiness.

The silent path of the barren mountains, the secluded jungle like an abyss, the dappled golden sunlight on the dead trees, and the light veil of mist rising with the wind,

The two of them climbed another mountain peak trail along the forest path, and they talked while walking, of course, the content of the conversation was the scene of encountering the Wind Love Knife, and all kinds of legends about the Central Plains Holy Knife.

From time to time, the fat Taoist priest would tease Ye Yinfeng with a few words, and by the way, he wanted to find out about Ye Yinfeng's affairs about Nangong Xianchen, which made Ye Yinfeng speechless for a while. He has long gotten rid of the melancholy of parting and does not have the sentimentality he had at the beginning, and he will fight back against the other party from time to time, making fun of him and the little maid Qing Aya.

After climbing over the peaks and through the dense forests, it was almost dusk, and they stood on a peak.

Looking far away, in front of the world-famous Taoist holy land Sanqing Mountain, three towering peaks stand alone, lingering on the mountain peak is the misty clouds and mist. Sanqing Mountain, surrounded by mountains, seems to be covered with a layer of mysterious light veil, like a fairyland on earth, which makes people feel the magic of nature.

"Sanqing Mountain, good scenery, your fat Taoist is here." ，

Li Xiaoyao suddenly let out a thunderous roar at Sanqing Mountain in the distance, and his red face looked extraordinarily full of energy under the cold wind. And Ye Yinfeng, who was standing on the side, could only shake his head, allowing this fat Taoist priest to vent the negative emotions in his heart to his heart's content.

Tianmen Peak, the existence of the gate of Sanqing Mountain, is a stone gate like a ghostly axe of nature, the giant pillars of the two stone gates are engraved with "Gao Ling Hanyun Jiangnan First Immortal Peak, Qing Absolute Dust Peerless Blessed Land" several big characters.

Guarding the foot of the Heavenly Gate Peak were two young Taoist priests, in their early twenties. They were laughing and leaning against a large rock, looking around at the scenery.

"Stop, who trespassed on Sanqing Mountain and reported his name." As their eyes swept away, two figures came slowly with leisurely steps. These two Taoist priests couldn't help but be furious, these Sanqing Mountains are Taoist holy places, how can people desecrate at will, the two of them suddenly felt that their respects were damaged, and they couldn't help but shout at the two who came slowly.

When the two approached, they saw the figures of the two clearly, one of them had a chubby body, wearing a wide but tightly bound robe, and the fat on his face could not hide his childishness. There is also a person dressed in a blue shirt, and his handsome face reflects an extraordinary temperament, especially with a long sword behind him, and the whole person seems to have an incomparably elegant feeling. The two of them were not very old, the chubby little Taoist priest was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the blue-shirted sword-bearing boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

When seeing the faces of these two people, the two Taoist priests guarding the bottom of the mountain couldn't help but laugh dumbly, they wanted to go up to Sanqing Mountain at such a young age, and they didn't want to worship under the Sanqing Temple.

"Two, this view doesn't accept new disciples, please go down the mountain quickly." One of the thin Taoist priests said politely to the two people who came to him.

"Let's go home and eat a few more years of milk before you come, and you two should go down the mountain quickly." Seeing the age of the two, another Taoist priest suddenly showed disdainful eyes, and said in a contemptuous tone.

The two visitors had a puzzled look in their eyes, and their faces were full of surprised expressions, and the fat little Taoist priest said to the other blue-shirted young man: "Or, rock-paper-scissors." ”

The blue-shirted young man nodded in agreement with the other party's suggestion, and at the same time stretched out his right hand.

And the two mountain guards were also surprised, and they both scolded each other, but the other party ignored them at all, and couldn't help but be angry. One of them said loudly: "Please leave quickly, lest this Dao master will not have long eyes under the sword." ”

After speaking, the two Taoist priests showed the swords in their hands one after another, as if they were like a Dao bone fairy wind, although they did not pull out the long sword, but the momentum was also extraordinary.

The two comers still ignored the aggressive momentum of the two Taoist priests, and they both raised their right hands and stared at each other intently.

"One,","Two,","Three,".

The fat Taoist priest and the blue-shirted boy stretched out their right palms, and in the blink of an eye, the fat priest stretched out the scissors, and the blue-shirted boy stretched out the stone, obviously the fat Taoist priest lost.

"Hey, hey." The fat Taoist priest suddenly let out a strange laugh, and then said: "Those who win, of course those who lose, are fighting on the sidelines." After speaking, he pushed the blue-shirted young man in front of the two mountain guards.

Sensing that someone was approaching, the two mountain guards pulled out the long swords in their hands with a "sonorous" sound, and looked vigilantly at the blue-shirted young man who was not far away from him. What made them even more annoyed was that the fat Taoist priest took a few steps back, revealing a strange smile.

"Good junior brother, knock these two guys who don't have long eyes down, lest others say that we are bullied."

The next words of the fat Taoist priest made the two mountain guards angry even more, they didn't expect that there would be such a bold and reckless person who would dare to come to Sanqing Mountain to make trouble.

This fat Taoist priest and the blue-shirted boy were Li Xiaoyao and Ye Yinfeng who came all the way from Raozhou City, and when they arrived at the Tianmen Peak of Sanqing Mountain, the sky was already red. The sunset was still only half revealing a firework and constantly struggling and jumping between the sky and the ground.

Ye Yinfeng didn't expect that the dead fat man would make such a move, but he had already been pushed up, so he had to send the two mountain guards away first.

"One last warning, if you don't retreat, you will not be killed." One of them, the thinner Taoist priest, issued an ultimatum, hoping that the other two would know and retreat.

Ye Yinfeng shook his head helplessly, and his figure shook like a ghost to the two Taoist priests.

The two Taoist priests looked horrified, they only felt that a flower in front of them and a ghost passed in front of them, and then they heard a dull sound. Suddenly, he felt his chest like a hammer blow, and a huge impact knocked their bodies away, and the long sword in his hand fell off his hand without noticing.

He watched as his body rose uncontrollably into the air, followed by a rapid decline,

There were two loud bangs, and their heads slammed into the ground, and they lost consciousness for a moment, and the two long swords were stuck diagonally not far from them.

All this happened only in that moment, and Ye Yinfeng, who was full of explosive power, did not expect that he would have such an effect under these two blows, but fortunately, he did not go all out, and he still had forty percent. Otherwise, the two mountain guards would not have fainted, but would have feared for their lives.

"Senior brother told you to knock them down, not to lie down, you don't need to be so fierce, alas, they are all from the same family, why bother to do this."

Li Xiaoyao's figure appeared next to Ye Yinfeng in a flash, and seeing the other party in such a figure, Ye Yinfeng couldn't stop slandering in his heart for a while. The fat body did not affect the lightness and agility of his movements, how did this fat man do it. He couldn't help but secretly guess in his heart, and finally came to a conclusion that Li Xiaoyao must still have a lot of hands.

"Less nonsense, why don't you do it when you do it, where do we go next?" Of course, Ye Yinfeng didn't have a good face for him, and he was inexplicably calculated by this fat Taoist priest, and the fire in his heart couldn't be released.

"Sanqing Mountain has a good scenery, such a beautiful sunset and dusk beauty, how can we waste it, let's go up this trail and enjoy the beautiful scenery of Sanqing Mountain all the way, how happy it will be in life."

Li Xiaoyao didn't have a word of truth in his mouth, and these words were obviously perfunctory. But where would Ye Yinfeng believe his nonsense, he couldn't figure out why this fat Taoist priest wanted to enter these Sanqing Mountains before it was almost dark. According to other people's common sense, they will not enter until dark, but will not come here until the next morning.

But this fat Taoist priest did the opposite, before the sunset came to the gate of the Sanqing Mountain, Tianmen Peak, if you want to enter the depths of the Sanqing Mountain, then the sky must be dark. What is this fat Taoist fighting, Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but guess in his heart, and followed the fat Taoist priest into Tianmen Peak.

The half-dewed sunset was completely covered by the burning clouds on the horizon, and in an instant the sky was filled with patches of crimson color, and the earth was shrouded in patches of fire.

The remnant clouds were as red as blood, and the afterglow of the sunset was like a touch of blood, but such a burning scenery gave Ye Yinfeng an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He remembered the bloody dusk ten years ago, when he met the sloppy old Taoist priest and began his difficult path of martial cultivation.

Such a scenery is so similar, but the same scenery gives him a different state of mind, at this time he is full of courage, and he broke into the Taoist holy land Sanqing Mountain alone, perhaps to make people. At the same time, in order to find out the real reason for the murder of the master, no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead, he will never give up.

When Ye Yinfeng, who was emotional, raised his head, he found that Li Xiaoyao's figure was getting faster and faster, and he was almost about to leave his sight. This guy must have done it on purpose, he couldn't help but curse secretly. At the same time, he also raised his breath and quickened his pace, so that he could barely keep up with the pace of the fat Taoist priest.