klisemfg Chapter 180: Yu Shengmo retreats, Yi Wenjun receives a letter
Chapter 180: Yu Shengmo retreats, Yi Wenjun receives a letter
The battle between the two immortals of Nan Jue Sword and Knife has finally come to an end.
The final result was somewhat unexpected.
Sword Immortal Yu Shengmo did not completely defeat Knife Immortal Yan Lingxia, even though he risked his life to use the final sword strike of the Demon Immortal Sword Technique!
He thought he would risk his life to pass on this sword to his beloved disciple Ye Dingzhi.
Unexpectedly, a Zhenwu sword changed the tragedy that was originally planned.
Yu Shengmo's internal energy was almost exhausted, and he also suffered serious internal injuries.
But in the end, he survived.
After this battle, Yu Shengmo decided to retire from the world and live in seclusion in a place where no one else could go.
No one except his beloved disciple Ye Dingzhi knew where Yu Shengmo lived in seclusion.
Even the four sword slaves who always accompanied him were assigned to Ye Dingzhi for his command.
These four sword slaves were loyal and had the cultivation level of the Free Earth Realm. Ye Dingzhi had no way to refuse and had to accept them reluctantly.
After the fierce battle between the two sword and knife immortals ended that day, Ye Dingzhi followed the guidance of Yu Shengmo and escorted him all the way to the foot of a mountain.
Ye Dingzhi only then realized that there were several wooden houses at the foot of the peak that seemed to be frequently inhabited.
It turned out that this was the place where the master had been living in seclusion for many years. Apart from Yu Shengmo and his four sword slaves, no one else knew about it.
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Southern Secret, Falling Cloud Peak.
This mountain is two hundred miles away from Dongyue Lake. The top of the mountain is covered with snow, the mountainside is shrouded in mist, and the foot of the mountain is like summer all year round.
At the foot of Zhuiyun Peak, the stream gurgles.
A young man in a black shirt rolled up his sleeves and was washing freshly picked mushrooms and bamboo shoots by the stream.
In a small wicker basket next to it, there was a chopped golden pheasant.
The boy's face was stained with water droplets splashed by the stream, and his eyes were gentle. Soon he returned to the wooden house at the foot of the peak with a wicker basket on his shoulder.
Chop wood, set up the pot, make a fire and boil water.
After about an incense stick of time, a faint fragrance wafted out from the front of the wooden house, fresh bamboo shoots, mountain mushrooms and golden pheasants stewed together.
Just by taking a sniff, it seems as if you have tasted all the deliciousness of the entire Zhuiyun Peak.
Perhaps because the boy had good cooking skills, there were very few seasonings in the pot, except for a handful of wild onions, some wild ginger, and a handful of coarse salt.
Even though it is so simple and crude, it can still make people taste extraordinarily delicious.
"Master, the fresh bamboo shoot and mushroom soup is ready, please try it~"
The young man carried the coarse porcelain bowl in his hands, carried it all the way to the wooden house, and respectfully presented it to the pale and charming "woman" on the bed.
The young man was naturally Ye Dingzhi, and the "woman" with seductive eyes who was called the master was the Yu Shengmo who had just defeated Yan Lingxia.
Yu Shengmo is still very weak now. The backlash of the Demon Fairy Sword over the years has caused his heart meridians and inner sea to be on the verge of collapse.
Although he managed to save his life by absorbing the evil spirit with the Zhenwu Sword during the battle with the Sword Fairy Yan Lingxia.
But judging from the current situation, it will take at least a year or two to return to the previous state.
Yu Shengmo gently took the bowl and blew on the hot air:
"Disciple, this is the first time I've had the soup you made... Not bad, it smells delicious!"
After saying that, Yu Shengmo stirred it with a spoon and took a sip.
When Ye Dingzhi saw his master drink the soup he had cooked himself, he finally smiled with relief.
"As long as Master likes to drink it, I will make it for you anytime!"
Yu Shengmo spat out a piece of golden pheasant bone and said in a feigned anger:
"Silly boy, how can you accompany Master for a lifetime!"
"After I've avenged my family and married a beautiful woman, I'm afraid you won't remember me as your master by then..."
Ye Dingzhi's eyes instantly turned red, and he said anxiously:
"Master, stop talking nonsense!"
"In this world, apart from my deceased parents, only my master treats me, Ye Dingzhi, the best!"
Yu Shengmo gently put down the bowl in his hand and stretched out his hand.
Ye Dingzhi quickly approached the bed, and Yu Shengmo caressed Ye Dingzhi's hair lovingly and said;
"With your words, all these years of loving you as a teacher have not been in vain!"
"But having said that, you can stay with me for a few more days, then it's time to go down the mountain and do your own things."
"I haven't practiced the Poetry Sword Technique myself, so I have no way of teaching you. If you want to master its essence, you'll need to work hard on your own!"
"My dear disciple, remember this: be wary of anyone around you, no matter how close they are, no matter what oaths they swear before you..."
Ye Dingzhi half-knelt in front of the bed, listening obediently to Yu Shengmo's words.
"Master, don't worry about anything else. Just focus on healing your wounds."
"Until Master recovers, I won't go there!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Shengmo patted Ye Ding lightly on the back of his head and said:
"My silly disciple, you just told me with all your heart that the girl would soon marry someone else!"
"Don't you want that girl you've been thinking about day and night?"
Ye Dingzhi was stunned when he heard this, and his handsome face turned red instantly.
He opened his mouth and took a long time to utter a word:
"Then...if I were to go and snatch the bride, would Master agree?"
Yu Sheng Mo chuckled and said:
"As long as the girl you snatch back can live with you wholeheartedly, Master will naturally agree!"
Just when the master and the disciple were feeling warm and cozy in the wooden house, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Ye Dingzhi turned around and found that it was one of the four sword slaves.
"My Lord, Young Master! Today, I was ordered by the Young Master to go to the foot of the peak to catch golden pheasants. I discovered a suspicious individual..."
"That man was dressed in black and was quite agile. I've been investigating and found that he's currently resting in the valley below the mountain."
Yu Shengmo raised his eyebrows:
"Could it be that those losers I defeated before are here to seek revenge?"
"No one else in the world knows where I live. How could it be..."
Ye Dingzhi stood up suddenly and with a single hand, he took out the Zhenwu sword beside the bed.
His brows were cold, he stood up straight and said:
"Master, please rest here. If anyone dares to come and seek revenge, I will chop off his head!"
Yu Shengmo nodded with satisfaction:
"Go ahead, but be careful. Now, apart from Yan Lingxia and Old Man Chen, no one in Nan Jue can be your opponent!"
Ye Dingzhi picked up his sword and followed the sword slave down the mountain.
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The way down from Zhuiyun Peak is much simpler than the way up, as there are no more steep rocks that are difficult to climb.
Ye Dingzhi followed behind the sword slave, riding the wind with his feet. In less than a quarter of an hour, the two arrived at the relatively flat valley at the foot of the mountain.
Looking up, I saw a man dressed in black lying on a bluestone slab in the valley.
The man seemed exhausted and was resting on the bluestone slab.
The distance was about three or four hundred steps, so the man's face was unclear. But judging by his clothes and figure, he didn't look like someone from the Southern Jue Sect, but looked just like someone from the Northern Li Sect.
"Young Master, we..."
The sword slave gently drew out the rapier in his hand and asked the man with a grim face.
Ye Dingzhi raised his hand to stop his murderous intent.
"Wait here for me, let me go see where this ghost came from!"
After saying that, Ye Dingzhi paused, and his whole body turned into a black lightning. In just a few breaths, he flashed to the side of that person!
"Ah... Young man, spare my life!"
The man felt a gust of wind in his ears and suddenly woke up from his deep sleep!
He saw Ye Dingzhi, dressed in black and full of murderous intent, pointing his sword at him. He was so scared that his face turned pale and he quickly begged for mercy.
Ye Dingzhi raised his sword tip and knocked aside a long sword with a black scabbard beside him, and asked in a cold voice:
"What are you doing here? I don't want to hear lies, unless you don't want your head!"
The man knelt on the ground hurriedly, clasped his fists and said:
"I was also asked by someone to come to Nan Juexun to deliver a letter to Master Ye Dingzhi!"
Ye Dingzhi's eyebrows tightened:
"to whom?"
The man pulled out the sheepskin map from his arms, on which were drawn crooked lines the routes that Yu Shengmo and Ye Dingzhi had taken in various places in Nanjue during this period.
After he took out the map, he took out a piece of brown paper from his sleeve. The handwriting on it was beautiful, as if it was written by a woman.
"To Master Ye Dingzhi, I am a disciple of the Yi family and have been following the eldest daughter of the Yi family, Yi Wenjun, since I was young!"
"I was entrusted by her to deliver this letter. She sought the help of the Shadow Sect's Patriarch, Patriarch Yi, and was able to find out Young Master Ye's whereabouts these days..."
When Ye Dingzhi heard the three words "Yi Wenjun", the Zhenwu sword in his hand almost fell to the ground, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Give me the letter. I am the Ye Dingzhi you are looking for!"
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