Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

In the following days, Nan Fuguang would go to the Jingtan pond to sit in meditation for an hour or two every day. In the words of the butcher, those who didn't know would probably think she had killed him and sunk him to the bottom of the water. She went back every day just to admire the perfect crime scene.

Jingtan is actually no different from usual.

At least everyone in the Yuntian Sect - including Sect Master Xie Cong and Immortal Master Yunshang - did not come out to say anything.

If there was anything unusual, it was probably that people from the Guixing Pavilion had appeared once or twice.

Nan Fuguang was born in Yuntian Sect, but he rarely saw people from the Guixing Pavilion in any public place in Yuntian Sect. They were always mysterious and his identity and origin were unknown. Except for Yan Ji'an and Xie Cong, they hardly communicated with other people in the sect...
He wore a special robe that was different from the uniform worn by the disciples of the Yuntian Sect, and a large hat that covered half of his face.
The last time Nan Fuguang saw them was when he witnessed the birth of the divine phoenix in the Bone Identification Pavilion.

The man Nan Fuguang met was a male cultivator. He had a large hood with a feather emblem shaped like a crow's feather. A strand of soft black hair fell outside the hood. He had a slender figure and looked young, about the same age as Nan Fuguang.

Because the people from Guixing Pavilion always acted as loners in the "clerks of the immortal world" and were cold and noble, Nan Fuguang was surprised when he approached them to talk to them.

"Why do you come to Jingtan so often?"

He spoke in a neither loud nor soft voice. When he asked the question, Nan Fuguang was taking off his shoes and furtively preparing to put his feet into the cold stream.

She was stunned when she heard that. She turned around blankly, holding the hem of her Taoist robe. After thinking for a while, she asked, "I am a disciple of the Yuntian Sect. It is common for me to come to Jingtan. Why are you here?"

The male cultivator from the Guixing Pavilion looked at her, and Nan Fuguang then realized that his eyes were very large and bright. When he blinked, they were as black and bright as a crow's eyes. For some reason, Nan Fuguang felt that he looked familiar.
Like me, poor.
He looks a little bit like me.

"Don't put your feet in there. This is a holy pond." The monk said, "Isn't it dirty?"

Nan Fuguang thought, where is my knife?

"What holy pond? Yuntian Sect calls it the Sunshine Lottery Pool. Even though I threw a lot of treasures into it some time ago, it's not so holy that it's shining. Besides, this is living water." Yuntian Sect's eldest sister said expressionlessly, "What's so dirty about it?"

If you dare to refute me, I will draw my sword.
Didn’t you see that Fairy Sister is in a bad mood?
Even if you are from Guixing Pavilion, your sister will still fuck you.

Hearing this, perhaps feeling the impoliteness in Nan Fuguang's words, this man who was meeting her for the first time (and probably the last time) really ignored her. He just raised his hand to straighten his big hood and turned away.

"Tsk, who is that?"

Weird and cheap.

Nan Fuguang didn't take this matter to heart.

……

Ruan Zhu's explosion caused turmoil and unrest within the sect for several days, and the atmosphere inside the sect was very depressing.

The change occurred on the fourth day.

One day, two younger apprentice sisters gathered together in the dining hall to tell jokes and accidentally laughed out loud. They were startled and their faces turned pale, but Nan Fuguang noticed that no one jumped out to say that they laughed too loudly and did not follow the "don't talk while eating or sleeping" rule. Even the most talkative Yaoge kept her mouth shut...
And with that sudden laughter, the entire dining hall and even the Yuntian Sect suddenly seemed to be different in an instant.
In the dining hall, the voices of people talking normally became louder. Someone took out "Three Realms Gossip" and started reading...
The Yuntian Sect returned to its former tranquility.
The dark cloud hanging over everyone's head seemed to have been lifted.

At this time, everyone began to gradually accept one statement: Ruan Zhu's incident was just an unfortunate accident. Although it was regrettable, it was all over.

——In the end, it seemed as if Nan Fuguang was the only one left, shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

But no one was surprised by this. In fact, everyone's attitude towards her was unprecedentedly gentle and cautious.

"There's nothing we can do. Ruan Zhu exploded in the arms of the senior sister." During the conversation, an unknown junior sister sighed, "I would have been scared to death. This kind of thing... is qualified to be a lifelong shadow for a person. What's more, the senior sister is already in the early stage of the golden elixir. Breaking through is an even more dangerous thing for her."

……

That night.

The dry autumn evening breeze mixed with the smell of rotting leaves hit the dreamcatcher. The person who was sleeping uncomfortably in the dream murmured in his sleep on the couch, turned over, and rolled into the complete shadow deep in the bed.

A dark shadow passed by the main peak of the three mountains of Yuntian Sect.

There was no sword control, no air control, and no fancy showmanship. He just relied on his incredible skills to climb to the top of the mountains. Before the clouds covered the moon and extinguished the last light, the man landed silently on the glazed roof of the Yuntian Sect's main hall like an nimble beast.

The shiny glazed tiles made no sound under his feet. He looked up at the Chiri Peak not far away.

As he knew very well, the spiritual mist and sea of ​​clouds were thinner than before, and now they were just barely covering the towering main peak. Tao Pavilion, the residence of the Immortal Lord on the Clouds, stood on the top of the mountain. Then, in the shadows of the mountains, another mysterious building was hidden behind the Tao Pavilion.

The slender fingertips passed over the mask on the cheek, which was made of silver metal and had a pigeon blood red gem inlaid on the lower left.

The cold metal felt bone-chillingly cold under Qiu Rong's gaze, as if it had not been used for a long time. The man pushed it upwards a little unaccustomed to it.

The next moment, the figure disappeared on the glazed tiles.

……

The lights in the Guixing Pavilion are also lit tonight.

The dome of the main palace is hung high with the twelve constellations divided into different parts. When you look up at night, you can see the dazzling starry sky. Among them, several stars with special meanings flicker brightly or fade away. Each change corresponds to a major event happening in the three realms and six paths.

A man in a Track Star Pavilion outer robe stood in front of the candle holder, letting the flickering candlelight stretch and magnify his reflection to a weird level. He kept his eyes lowered, and his crow-feather-long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing his uneasiness.

He is the head of Guixing Pavilion.

Today, he sensed that there was something unusual happening in the Yuntian Sect's spiritual veins. He went back and forth to Jingtan for several days in an attempt to confirm it, but he never got a definite answer.
He was not sure whether the skeleton was still under the clear pond.

The divination is impossible, the hexagrams are unclear, and the stars are chaotic.

Sometimes there was no sign at all, such as the sudden appearance of a "wild hunting" phenomenon in the night sky, the Yuntian Sect's spiritual energy was becoming increasingly shallow, and the spiritual veins were showing signs of being damaged. Finally, a low-level disciple broke through the realm the day before and a strange phenomenon occurred.

Various signs indicate that the thing beneath the Jingtan Pond and above the spiritual vein that had been hidden and possessed by the Yuntian Sect for thousands of years has most likely been taken away by someone.

But, how is that possible?
The importance of Guixing Pavilion and the things under Jingtan is well known to the sect masters of all generations, so outsiders cannot set foot into Yuntian Sect without the sect's permission.
It cannot be taken away by others.

The head of the Track Star Pavilion held a wooden box in his hand. The box was made of dark wood and was very old in both craftsmanship and the wood itself. The box itself would probably be sold at a shocking price on the black market...
Not to mention the objects placed among such ancient and precious objects.

——The forearm, ulna, radius, complete metacarpal bones and phalanges, it turned out to be a white human left arm placed in a black wooden box.

It was originally taken out from the dry bones of the man under the Jingtan Pond and placed in the Guixing Pavilion. From then on, the Guixing Pavilion not only secretly guarded the dry bones under the Jingtan Pond, but also possessed the ability to predict things, and gained a foothold among the many sects in the world of immortal cultivation.

In the shadow cast by the candlelight, half-bright and half-asleep, the paleness seemed even more eerie.

"Let's make a deal. Can you return the thing in your hand to me?"

The sudden question from behind startled the man standing in the center of the main palace. His pupils shrank, and when he suddenly retracted his eyes, the huge hood slipped off.

The person who had appeared at some point and was sitting lazily on the window sill was now in front of him!
He only had time to see the blood-red ruby ​​embedded in the silver mask on the visitor's cheek, which was flashing an ominous luster!
The next moment, his hands felt empty, and with a "pop", the wooden box made of sinking wood was closed, and the white skeleton inside disappeared before his eyes!
"who!"

It seemed that he had never expected that in the deteriorating morals of the world, someone would be able to break into the Yuntian Sect, bypass Tao Tingyan Ji'an, break into the Guixing Pavilion, and snatch the "Breath of the Yellow Spring"!
The wide robe fluttered in the wind, and the head of the Track Star Pavilion followed the person who came. He saw that the person who fell from the sky was wearing a black robe and shorts. He was tall but extremely agile. In an instant, he jumped onto the skylight on the dome of the main palace of the Track Star Pavilion.

On the ground, the people from the Guixing Pavilion whose treasures were robbed opened their eyes wide in shock: they saw that the man in front of them had no luck or magic, and did not rely on any treasures, but it was as if he had wings behind him, and he easily jumped to the skylight on the dome!

"Who is coming!"

During the hasty pursuit, he asked loudly again.

This time, the man who was half-crouching on his knees leaned down. As he did so, a tear-shaped red gem tied to a silver chain behind his mask slipped down and fell into the same mother stone as the one inlaid under his eyes...
In the moonlight, the gems swayed slightly, reflecting the dazzling pearl light.

"Strictly speaking, not a human being."

He spoke in a contemptuous tone.

With a laziness that can easily make people angry.

After saying this, he suddenly let out a deep nasal sound and looked back slightly.

Just as the head of the Track Star Pavilion was wondering what this man was going to do, he belatedly heard a familiar bronze bell sound coming from mid-air -

Outside the Guixing Pavilion, golden light was shining brightly, and a golden lotus was blooming in the dark night sky. It was the Immortal Venerable Yunshang, holding his Mingyusui Sword, and walking on the light!

"You thief, you are so brave!"

……

The sword energy floats in the air, the body is slender, and the ethereal sword cultivator is indeed like a swimming dragon.

Yan Ji'an was wearing a light purple Taoist robe, with the Yu Sui sword in his hand emitting cold light. When he pointed the sword at the sky, six beams of sword light quickly dispersed behind him, and the golden light spread like stars in the night sky. The next moment, the light of each star became brighter and brighter, and a corresponding lightsaber slowly condensed at the light point -

If Lu Sang were here, he would recognize that this was the Ten Thousand Swords Formation from the ancient sword formation that Yan Ji'an had used to kill the Nascent Soul cultivator Duan Nan with one move!

But there are also some differences!

At that time, Yan Ji'an didn't even use his natal sword, but now, facing someone who had unknown origins and trespassed into the Guixing Pavilion, he did not hesitate at all, and used the Yusui Sword at the first moment!

"The Yuntian Sect has set up an absolute ban. No strangers are allowed to enter without permission. How can thieves get in?"

The person being questioned touches the tip of his nose.
“I almost didn’t make it in.”
But there is always a surprise. "Hand over the 'Breath of the Underworld' in your hand, and I will leave your body intact."

The voice of the Immortal Lord on the Clouds is like a clear spring, cold and noble.

The slender white fingers were half raised to the level of the ears, and with a wave, the thousands of lightsabers that were ready to be launched would be like thousands of troops and horses, piercing the person in front of him into a sieve in an unstoppable manner.

He is waiting.

Wait for the enemy to lower his head and surrender.

However, after a long time, only a wisp of breeze blew by, and the man squatting on the skylight of the Guixing Pavilion, holding the window frame with one hand, did not move for a long time. Under the silver mask, the corners of his thin lips drooped helplessly, and he sighed.

Under the strong gaze of Yunshang Xianzun, the man ignored his gaze, looked over his shoulder, and passed through the sword formation behind him that was about to explode. He casually glanced at the Red Snow Peak hidden in the thin sea of ​​clouds.

"It's late at night." The man said slowly, "Such a big scene disturbs people's sleep."

The next moment, several black light beams rose from the ground behind the three main peaks, with the entire Yuntian Sect as the inner circle!

Yan Ji'an's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked in disbelief at the man not far away who maintained the same posture as at the beginning and did not even move. Without talismans or magic weapons, he unfolded a Yin-Yang mirror world that could cover the entire Yuntian Sect in just a blink of an eye!

The surface world is completely isolated.

In the inner world, there are only three people left: Yan Ji'an, the leader of Guixing Pavilion, and the mysterious man.

Almost at the same time, the man moved——

The moment Yan Ji'an's sword formation was activated, he also moved.

When lightsabers rained down on him, the man rushed towards the sword array like an arrow shot from a bow string. His figure streaked across the night sky like a black meteor. In front of Yan Ji'an's shocked gaze, he casually grabbed one of the lightsabers in the sword array that brushed past his cheek!
With the blessing of the Yu Sui Sword, the Wan Jian Sword Technique and Sword Formation were like a virtual dragon treasure house. The lightsaber was born from the sword energy driven by Yan Ji'an's own sea of ​​consciousness. It had no entity, was unbreakable, and was inexhaustible.

Not to mention that it was held in the hands of a complete stranger.

When the sword was snatched away, Yan Ji'an was shocked and felt as if a strong hand had seized his sea of ​​consciousness. The depths of his soul trembled with strange fear.

"Bah!"

With the sound of breaking through the air, the lightsaber and the feather-smashing sword collided heavily and separated as soon as they touched. Sword light flashed in all directions and the mountains and rivers buzzed!
If the Yin-Yang Mirror World had not been unfolded, this attack would be enough to awaken the entire Yuntian Sect!

Yan Ji'an felt a sharp pain in his palm and retreated violently. In a hurry, he saw a man holding one of the lightsabers in his sword formation falling on his golden lotus. He moved naturally and waved his hand, and the lightsaber disappeared from his hand...
“It doesn’t work.”
After a brief evaluation, the man stood firmly on the golden lotus.

Step on my golden lotus and seize my sword formation.

Who is this? !
Although he didn't show it on his face, Yunshang Immortal Venerable was actually shocked at this moment. He had never expected that there was such a person in the Three Realms and Six Paths who could use the objects condensed by the sword energy in the sea of ​​consciousness of others for his own use.

Is this person also a sword cultivator?

A swordsman who is even more skilled than him?
There was no time to think about such a complicated matter. Always keeping in mind that the "Breath of Yellow Springs" had fallen into this person's hands, Yan Ji'an had no desire to continue fighting and was gradually beginning to feel that he was losing control of the current situation!

Long hair floated in the air, sword energy gathered, Yu Sui Sword was across the face, and the blade cut through the palm -

The mind and sword become one, transforming into a dragon!

Floating in the sky, the long hair and Taoist robe of the Immortal on the Clouds danced wildly in the wind as he chanted sword techniques. His usually dark eyes were gradually swallowed and covered by golden light. Between the empty valleys and mountain peaks, dragon roars resounded!

The golden light became stronger, gradually transforming into a giant dragon, covering the sword cultivator. Its mortal body became a dragon's heart, its skin became dragon's scales, and it sprouted dragon horns...

Silver dragon opens its eyes!
In the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, the giant dragon slowly opened its eyes in an absolutely oppressive form. Within the Yin-Yang mirror world, the river water flowed backwards, the mountains and rivers shook, and the peaks collapsed.

Not far away, Silver Dragon saw a man who was as small as an ant in comparison. He was standing on a pine tree with his hands behind his back. In the dark night, a pink and white light gathered behind him!
The light was like mist, tangible yet invisible, floating vaguely, and finally seemed to gradually gather into a fluffy animal tail... one tail, two tails, three tails -

Until the Nine-Tailed Fox.

On top of the pine tree, the man held onto the trunk and gently propped himself up, then jumped up. The nine hazy tails spread out like the wings of a bird. Then, as each tail floated, the closed pupils could be vaguely seen on it.

The nine-tailed fox has eyes on its tail. It is hard to find another creature like it in the three realms and six paths. Yan Ji'an was lucky enough to meet one once and would never forget it easily.

Unfortunately, before he could react in fear, the figure with nine long tails suddenly leaped to the same height as the dragon!
"Your injury from last time hasn't healed yet?" The man said with a smile in his low, magnetic voice, "Do you want to be bitten again?"

The playful laughter was blown away by the cool night wind and almost melted into the night breeze.

At the heart of the dragon, Yan Jian'an suffered a heavy blow to the abdomen. He felt a pain as if his bones and tendons were being torn apart, and his eyes went dark as he fell down. He seemed to hear the sound of the mirror world shattering in his ears, and he fell under the peach tree outside the Tao Pavilion.

The peach tree seemed to be frightened and its petals fell one after another. Lu Sang's panicked scream of "Master" could be heard in his ears, and Yan Ji'an smelled a faint, sweet and fishy scent of blood.

It was probably because the wound on the shoulder had opened again.

In a trance, his thoughts were already in a mess. The Yin-Yang mirror world that covered the scope of Yuntian Sect, his defeat, the breath of Huangquan, the nine-tailed eye, the mysterious man...
finally--
Yan Ji'an thought of Nan Fuguang.

I wonder how she will feel when she sees him again tomorrow, covered in injuries.

……

Chixue Peak, Taohua Ridge.

It was as if the dream was split apart by something, and Nan Fuguang was awakened from his dream in a forceful and domineering manner.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the dim silence in front of her told Nan Fuguang that it was probably still late at night. She turned over and sat up, jumped out of bed without hesitation, and ran out.

She ran so fast that she got off the couch without putting on any shoes. Her bare feet on the bluestone bricks made a peculiar sound mixed with the smell of running. Until she came to the outer room, she saw a man leaning against the window of the cave, holding a candle and playing with the candle wick with his hand.

The latter looked up upon hearing the voice.

Nan Fuguang and he were looking at each other from a distance across a wooden table.

"Why don't you sleep and go steal?"

The eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect was half asleep. She had not yet fully recovered from her startled state, and her mind was like a mess... Naturally, her voice was filled with sleepiness.

She was originally standing in the shadow under the window, and suddenly her eyes felt itchy, so she raised her hand to rub them.
The moonlight was floating here, and a beam of moonlight shone dimly, illuminating the person under the window. Perhaps because of many things that happened today, she looked a little thinner than when I first met her.

Under the white nightgown, her fair feet stepped on the cold blue-toed bricks of the cave. Perhaps she realized it was a little cold later, and she unconsciously lifted one foot like a stupid red-crowned crane.

half an hour.

The man said "yes" generously. Nan Fuguang was silent for a moment. Before she could scold him for being so casual again, the next moment his eyes blurred and he flew into the air.

Half of her sleepiness was instantly scared away, and with a low cry, the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect, who was rubbing her eyes, unconsciously wrapped her hands around the broad back of the person who suddenly picked her up.

She was thrown back onto the bed and fell "plop" into the soft quilt.

Lying in the quilt, she blinked blankly.

"The ground is cold." The man's voice was flat beside the bed.

"..."
His heart beat twice inexplicably with hatred at the low, magnetic and indifferent sound, and Nan Fuguang silently clutched the feather quilt under him.
"You are so strong, are you a patient?"

"Maybe it's a last gasp, and he'll die tomorrow." The man changed into his usual tone, "Go to sleep."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

The butcher: "Not sleeping?"

Nan Fuguang: “…”

The butcher sighed and said, "I'll hang a rope around my neck and tie myself to the head of your bed?"

Nan Fuguang: “Okay.”

Butcher: “…”
The butcher: "Go to sleep. You are already dreaming, aren't you?"

Between grabbing the pillow under him and throwing it at his face or sleeping, Nan Fuguang chose to grab the quilt, crawled into it without any unnecessary movements, and covered his face with the soft quilt.
I thought I couldn't sleep.
Who knew that as soon as I closed my eyes, I could hear the sound of the dreamcatcher's bells ringing in the breeze, and I became so sleepy that I actually fell asleep again.

This time, I had a rare dreamless night.

……

When God grants a moment of peace, it usually means that he has a lot of things to hold back.

The next day, Nan Fuguang opened his eyes. Before he could figure out whether the main dish in the dining hall was porridge or steamed buns, he received two pieces of latest news:

First, Yan Ji'an was seriously injured again for unknown reasons.
Secondly, last night, a disciple of Yuanhai Sect who was in the early stage of foundation building, perhaps about to break through to the middle stage of foundation building, became possessed by a demon while meditating at night. He broke into the main hall of Yuanhai Sect in the middle of the night, talking nonsense, and then exploded and died.

(End of this chapter)