Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

Because five hundred years later, this mountain no longer existed. It should have been the main peak of Phoenix Terrace, but it disappeared after five hundred years. Something must have happened that caused Feng Sheng to rewrite the landscape with his own hands and wipe it out from the ground and razed it to the ground.

In the main hall of the main peak of Phoenix Terrace, the elders of Phoenix Terrace are responsible for receiving guests. There are only female disciples in Phoenix Terrace because of the martial arts.

However, the most crucial leader of Phoenix Terrace was nowhere to be seen, and instead, it was the leader of the previous generation and other elders who came to receive the guests.

The head of the sect is named Fengzhi. She is already over sixty years old, but she looks like a beautiful young woman in her forties and does not seem old.

She should have just passed the position of the head to her eldest disciple, the current sword master and the protagonist of today's banquet, Huang Yanxia, ​​a month ago.

I'm quite curious about what she will look like in five hundred years. Will she be as cute and adorable as she will be five hundred years later? Bai Yu sat at the edge of the Eight Immortals Table in the corner, looking in the direction of the head, but he never saw the shadow of Huang Yanxia.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he quietly left the group of people and went to the back. Naturally, no one noticed his actions.

When I arrived at the back hall, I heard Fengzhi talking to an elder.

"Has she not finished washing up yet? Today is a big day. She is already the head of the sect, how can she not show up?"

"Just went to the room, but she wasn't in the room."

"What? Missing again?" Feng Zhi frowned. "How can this girl still be so stubborn even though she's grown up... If it wasn't for the sake of securing her position as the sword master, why would I have to make such a big fuss? Well, go get someone to find her. She should be at the clear water pond."

Bishuitan Lake...

Bai Yu remembered the location and quietly followed the elder who was out looking for someone. When the elder wasn't paying attention, he knocked her out and hid in the bushes nearby.

I went to the vicinity of Bishuitan by myself.

Walking in the mountains is never an easy task. It is easy to lose the direction among the towering trees. Fortunately, Bai Yu is familiar with the terrain of this area, and it has not changed much compared to five hundred years later. He crossed a stream and found a dilapidated village. It was obvious that no one lived here anymore. Most of the houses have collapsed, and the rotten beams and earthen walls are covered with moss. There was no concrete in this era, and houses made of blue bricks were not common.

He walked into the village, stepping on the green grass. Just as the voice sounded, a sharp sword energy was already in front of his throat.

"Please stop."

A light voice came from deep inside, as if coming from a cave, and the echo was resounding.

"This is not a place for tourists to step into. Leave now... No one will get hurt."

The woman's voice was strange yet familiar.

Bai Yu was very sure that he had come to the right place and found the right person, so he would naturally not leave obediently.

"This is already a wasteland. Do you have to leave just because you say so?"

He turned into a nagging man and provoked the other party to show up and say, "You have to give me an explanation and reason in person, right?"

"This is the Phoenix Terrace's territory... What do I need to explain to you?"

The voice was filled with a coldness that kept people at a distance: "Either you walk out by yourself, or I'll walk you out."

The word "send" is emphasized and pronounced clearly, which shows that it is not a polite remark, but a warning.

"Humph..."

A flat sound came from Bai Yu's nose.

Then he snapped his fingers, shattered the blocking sword energy, walked forward, and crossed a distance of hundreds of meters in one step.

"Canonization? Who are you?!"

"Before you question others, how about showing yourself?" Bai Yu said calmly, "Is the contemporary sword master so shameful?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, a figure walked down from the sky, her toes stepping on the steps made of sword energy, and each step made a clear sword chant. She was wearing a plain white dress and had a cold expression, but her eyes were golden red, like a ball of fire wrapped in ice, and her long ink-black hair was draped over her shoulders.

This appearance is almost carved from the same mold as Huang Qixia.

She is just more mature, older, and more aloof and beautiful than Huang Qixia. There is not a single trace of grace or charm in her. She is just as cold as a sword. At first glance, one might even wonder if she has a heartbeat.

Finally I met her, Huang Yanxia.

Bai Yu originally wanted to pretend to be relaxed and say hello, and say something lighthearted, but when he saw the strangeness and vigilance hidden in the other person's eyes, he was unable to continue his friendly attitude... She was not his girl.

"You have seen me, as you wished. Now... reveal your identity." Huang Yanxia put her fingers together and did not draw her sword, but the sword finger of the Sword Master was enough to kill people.

Bai Yu thought that even if he confessed now, the other party would not directly accept his statement due to his vigilance.

This was their first meeting five hundred years ago, and there was no basis for trust.

He didn't have a suitable identity.

However, not having an identity does not mean that you cannot fabricate one.

Bai Yu spread out his palm, and a longbow appeared.

"The Black Evil Bow... turns out to be a follower of the evil star." Huang Yanxia's eyes flickered slightly.

Luohou lived for a thousand years, so he naturally had followers five hundred years ago. The existence of this group for thousands of years can be regarded as proof of his identity.

Bai Yu acquiesced, looked at Huang Yanxia, ​​and said slowly: "There is evil energy in the Phoenix Terrace, I will be responsible for coming to check it out."

This reason is quite universal.

Huang Yanxia descended and stepped on the green grass. Only then did Bai Yu notice that she was not wearing any shoes and was walking barefoot in the ruins of weeds.

Bai Yu's excuse just now obviously triggered some kind of reaction from Huang Yanxia. She seemed to be lost in silence as if she was reminiscing. She lowered her eyes slightly, and the past events emerged before her eyes, scene after scene... After waiting for more than ten breaths, she raised her eyes and said quietly: "You are too late... She is already dead."

"Who died?" Bai Yu asked. He had no idea what had happened in the past five hundred years.

"Aren't you here to find Mo? Mo is already dead, isn't this answer enough?" Huang Yanxia asked back.

"I need to know the specific details before I can make a judgment." Bai Yu replied: "You also know that the Black Evil Archer always likes to get to the bottom of things. In order to cut off the possibility of the demon species surviving, he will not be done until he feels that it is truly dead."

This impolite attitude is actually very similar to that of the Black Evil Archer.

Huang Yanxia did not doubt Bai Yu's identity at this time. A completely unfamiliar saint holding the Black Evil Bow fits the established impression of the elusive Black Evil Bow Master. Moreover, the other party said that he came here in pursuit of evil spirits, which is entirely possible, although he came a little later.

"This matter is the secret of Fenghuangtai." Huang Yanxia said softly: "It should be buried here."

Bai Yu was noncommittal: "So?"

"I will give you an answer, but not now." Huang Yanxia was not yet mentally prepared to tell everything: "After receiving the guests today and the banquet, you can come here again and I will give you a satisfactory answer. It will only take a few hours. You should have this patience, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, she flew through the air with her sword, rising into the sea of ​​clouds and flew away.

Leaving Bai Yu standing there, he looked puzzledly in the direction where Huang Yanxia left, and then looked towards the location of the Bishuitan.

Walk to the deep pool, pick up a stone and throw it into the water, and ripples will appear on the water.

The detection feedback showed that there was nothing inside.

What was she reminiscing about here before?

……

After returning to the Phoenix Terrace, Feng Zhi came towards them, grabbed Huang Yanxia's wrist, and dragged her forward: "Hurry up and dress up. Today is so important to you and the Phoenix Terrace. How can you abandon the guests?"

"I'm going to see her. I have something to say..." Huang Yanxia replied softly.

"It's been so long, and you still can't let it go?"

"I'm not unable to let go, I just...I dream about her occasionally." Huang Yanxia covered her cheek with one hand: "I dream of her lying in the cold pool of water, sinking little by little, dreaming of the look in her eyes when she looked at me, dreaming of her sinking in the pitch-black darkness..."

Feng Zhi held Huang Yanxia's shoulders from behind and said softly, "Yanxia, ​​you did nothing wrong. She can't turn back. She has been possessed by a demon. She has killed her fellow disciples and is bloodthirsty. Dozens of lives have been taken... You should let it go and stop torturing yourself."

"Master, I have been asking myself a question... Did I really kill her?" Huang Yanxia asked in a low voice: "Is she really dead?"

Fengzhi was startled, then said with certainty: "She must be dead, there is no doubt about it, I saw it with my own eyes, you did it yourself, no one can survive in that situation."

After saying that, he gently pushed Huang Yanxia's back and said, "Go and dress up properly, and stop having random thoughts. You are the protagonist today, so you must not be absent. If you feel guilty about that child, then live a more wonderful life for her."

Huang Yanxia was pushed into the room. She walked to the dressing mirror, raised her eyes and looked at the scroll hanging in the room. In the scroll, there were two girls with their backs to each other, each holding a bouquet of flowers. They were leaning side by side, looking so similar, one was serious and the other was smiling brightly.

"...habitat..."

She whispered a name.

……

Dang Dang Dang——!

The firecrackers and gongs and drums sounded, and when Bai Yu returned to his seat at the Eight Immortals Table, he happened to meet Huang Yanxia who had appeared to meet the guests.

The disciples of Phoenix Terrace held flower baskets and scattered flower petals. The atmosphere was not lively but more beautiful.

A group of beautiful women were standing in fives and sixs, wearing flowing long skirts and hairpins. The beautiful clustering effect made many serious people stare in amazement.

Many women at the scene secretly stepped on the feet of the men next to them. Although they were very angry, they still had to keep smiling.

When Phoenix Yanxia appears, it is even more beautiful than all the other flowers, with a feeling of hundreds of shy flowers blooming on branches and thousands of clouds dispersing in the bright moon in the sky.

It’s just that her expression was too cold, and many people remembered the sword intent that soared into the sky rather than her appearance.

Just as Huang Yanxia was about to speak.

Suddenly there was a sound of porcelain breaking.

boom--!

It was obviously not caused by a slip of the hand, but the sound of someone deliberately throwing it to the ground, with a sharp impact. The discordant sound made the atmosphere at the scene a little stiff, and many people looked in the direction of the sound.

The overturned teacup fell to the ground, just one step away from Huang Yanxia. The splashing tea fell on the ground, but ignited a raging fire like hot oil!

It was clearly a deliberate provocation.

Many of the guests at the scene felt their hearts skip a beat, thinking that something good was about to happen.

Huang Yanxia's expression did not change. It was not because she had expected this but because she was naturally taciturn. She maintained the composure of a saint and took a light step to extinguish the burning flame.

"If anyone wants the title of Sword Master, they can just challenge me directly, and I will naturally accept it. There is no need to go through so much trouble to come and provoke me."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

A laughter like silver bells echoed in the mountains and sky.

Then, a shadow emerged from between the clouds. It looked very hazy under the projection of light. The light distorted its shape, which was very strange. However, in this strangeness, one could see a bit of charm.

Fengzhi couldn't help but yelled, "Who are you? You are playing tricks on me!"

She waved her sleeves and forcibly split the hazy clouds.

Then the figure hidden in the clouds appeared, as if two curtains were opened to reveal the beautiful figure on the stage. The woman was dressed in black, but her hair and skin were as white as snow, and her eyes and lips were painted with bright red rouge. She looked like a white-haired ghost, and only her eyes and lips were bright red on her pale face.

Although she was covered tightly in black clothes, her figure revealed a charm and grace that penetrated deep into her bones.

It was like a thousand-year-old enchanting female ghost sneering in the clouds, her face hidden by her long sleeves, her every move revealing her enchantment and unparalleled elegance.

But if you let your imagination run wild at this moment, you will fall into the trap of this thousand-year-old female ghost.

She clearly exuded strong resentment and anger.

After Bai Yu broke free from the charm of the enchanting beauty, he almost couldn't help but stand up at first glance.

so similar.

Almost exactly the same as Huang Qixia... no, exactly the same as Huang Yanxia.

"Yanxia." The white-haired female ghost in the clouds smiled charmingly: "I'm here to take back what belongs to me."

Huang Yanxia's expression changed for the first time. There was a storm in her eyes and heart, and her voice trembled slightly.

"...Qiyun."

Chapter 889 Bringing her home as a wife

"Qiyun..."

Huang Yanxia's reaction was seen by many guests and had become a kind of proof.

The guests who had thought that someone was here to cause trouble subconsciously stopped what they were doing.

If someone came to Phoenix Terrace to cause trouble today, it's not impossible for outsiders like them to give face to Phoenix Terrace and the new Sword Master... But if this is the other party's family affair, they have no room to intervene.

When Huang Yanxia was silent, Feng Zhi, the previous head, stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Why are you still alive!"

"What? Can't I live?" The white-haired female ghost in the clouds laughed, and there were thousands of charms and meanings in that smile.

This stunning beauty has a face very similar to Huang Yanxia's, but gives people a completely opposite feeling.

Especially when two people appear at the same time, this sense of contrast will be further expanded and strengthened.

The aloof and cold Huang Yanxia, ​​who is like a banished immortal, fits the perfect imagination of the people in the martial arts world about a sword immortal, while Huang Qiyun is an enchanting beauty, a thousand-year-old ghost. Her every frown and smile has a breathtaking charm, but it also makes people feel scared, for fear that they will be exploited if they get close to her.

"Today is a good day for you, Yanxia, ​​to officially become the sword champion. I brought you some gifts. Do you like them?"

As she spoke, she waved her sleeves lightly, and her pitch-black dress was torn off, or rather, it seemed as if the original pitch-black tone had faded and became gorgeous. The dress was extremely gorgeous and full of bright colors, with a bright red base, but the patterns embroidered on it were white bones, as if countless dry bones were burning in the fire of hell, and the pitch-black coat she took off turned into a rope, which was tied to the iron chain bridge hanging in the clouds, with gray-green human heads hanging on it!