It had been a long time since they stepped on the shore of the East Sea, but Ling Xin did not feel at ease.
Her uneasiness stemmed from Ying Feiyang's current condition. Ever since the two of them left Mr. Dodge's place, Ying Feiyang had been gloomy and did not speak for a long time. It was as if he was a completely different person.
Ling Xin was a little worried. Could it be that the Heavenly Book of Yaksha had aroused his hostility?
"I hope he's just recovering from his injuries and is in low spirits …" Ling Xin comforted herself and suggested, "Brother Ying, we haven't had a good rest after crossing the sea for a few days. Now that we're ashore, why don't we find an inn to stay in?"
However, Ying Feiyang was lost in his own thoughts as if he did not hear anything.
"Brother Ying, Brother Ying!" Ling Xin called him again, her voice getting louder and louder before he came back to his senses.
"Ah? What did you say just now, Holy Lady? "Ying Feiyang seemed to have woken up from a dream.
Ling Xin saw this and did not pretend anymore. She looked at Ying Feiyang and said directly, "Brother Ying, you've been distracted for the past few days. What happened? Since we're companions, you can tell me if you're troubled. I might be able to help you! "
Ying Feiyang was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said, "You're worrying too much, Holy Lady. I'm not troubled at all. It's just that I've learned a few moves from Bo Mingzhu and I'm deducing the sword moves in my mind …"
"Is that so?" Heavenly Daughter Ling Xin's beautiful eyes flickered. She was skeptical, but she did not pursue the matter.
Ying Feiyang sighed in his heart, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but Mr. Dodge is most likely the former leader of Ling Xiao Sword School and my Uncle-Master, Qing Yue Zhenren. How am I supposed to tell you?"
Mr. Dodge had already deduced Ying Feiyang's identity from a sword manual that Gu Jiansheng had given him. However, it was also because of this sword manual that Ying Feiyang was suspicious of Dodge's background.
Mr. Dodger said that he did not practice swordsmanship, but according to Ying Feiyang's understanding of his master, Gu Jiansheng, it seemed unlikely that he would give the sword manual to a layman who did not practice swordsmanship. Moreover, the person who could get the sword manual must be someone close to him.
In the past, Mr. Dodge had been seen in the Dragons, but not his tail. It was only in the past two years that he gradually showed his face in front of people. This coincided with the time when Immortal Qingyue resigned from the position of Sect Master and left Ling Xiao Sword School.
Although Mister Dodger kept a low profile when he fought, he occasionally showed his extraordinary skills at the Langya Sea Market. Even the lion-faced man was impressed by him, so it was obvious that he was a rare expert in the East Sea. In terms of cultivation, he was probably not far off from the Qingyue Spiritual Master.
For a person who had always been like a wild crane or a leisurely cloud, to take over the job of hosting the Treasure Sale, he was able to handle everything in a smooth and experienced manner, making sure that the Treasure Sale was carried out in an orderly manner. This was the fourth reason.
The more Ying Feiyang thought about it, the more suspicious he became. Before he left, he deliberately tried to test Mr. Dodge. He pretended that his Inner Qi was not in the right place and asked Mr. Dodge to help him stabilize his Inner Qi. He wanted to take the opportunity to find out if Mr. Dodge's True Qi was also from Ling Xiao Sword School. In the end, Mr. Dodge made an excuse to refuse, but this only deepened Ying Feiyang's suspicion.
In summary, Ying Feiyang was ninety percent sure that Mr. Dodge was Immortal Qingyue, but —
Everything was meaningless. Without the most important evidence, no one would believe him even if he said it. Even if he made it clear, he was still not Immortal Qingyue's opponent.
But this was not the reason why Ying Feiyang was always gloomy. More importantly, Immortal Qingyue was showing him kindness!
If Immortal Qingyue hadn't secretly sent them a message to be on guard, Ying Feiyang would have been blown up along with his ship without any defense. Later, when he was being chased by Hu Mingzhu, it was Immortal Qingyue who appeared in front of Hu Mingzhu. Otherwise, Hu Mingzhu might not have kept her promise and let him go.
It was this kindness that made him extremely unbearable.
"Uncle Master Qingyue! What were you thinking when you helped me!? Are you repenting? Are you regretting? Are you trying to atone for your sins by taking care of me? How disgusting. Isn't it too late? "
Ying Feiyang was extremely resistant to Qingyue's kindness, but he had already accepted it before he realized it. This made him even more conflicted. Unknowingly, the fake smile on his face became serious again.
Seeing this, Ling Xin sighed softly. Just as she was about to say something, her expression suddenly changed, and she looked into the distance. "That's … the signal of the Udumbara Pure Sect!"
Ying Feiyang came back to his senses and looked in the same direction, but he asked doubtfully, "Is there … something over there?"
Ling Xin said, "That's a secret message from the Udumbara Pure Sect. Only people from the same sect can sense it. Brother Ying, let's go and take a look!"
After saying that, she took the lead, and Ying Feiyang followed closely behind.
Not long after, they vaguely heard a loud music coming from the front. The music was intense, and it cracked gold and crushed rocks. It was like a golden spear and armored horse trampling over the ice river.
"This music is filled with killing intent. Is the person playing the music fighting with others?"
Ying Feiyang sensed it and sped up. Soon, he arrived at a valley. The valley was lush with forests, and there was a river in the middle that flowed into the East Sea.
On the other side of the river, there was a bluestone, and two people were facing each other. At this moment, there was a young man in a scholar's robe sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, and a zither was placed on his knees. At this moment, his ten fingers were flying, and he was playing the zither. However, there was sword intent in the zither.
Every movement of the zither would cause a surging sound wave to explode, and a sharp and invisible Qi shot out from the zither. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees seemed to be cut by a sharp blade.
Opposite the person who plucked the strings was a familiar figure.
The person was carrying a sword coffin that seemed to be made of iron but not iron. He held a broken sword in his hand, and at this moment, he was waving the blade to block the sound sword that was shooting over. Although the blade in his hand was broken, his aura was still intact. Although the sound wave was like ten thousand arrows, it could not enter the area around him.
"Are you the 'Sword Hunter' who has been in the limelight recently? But I'm just a weak scholar. Why did they find me? " The man in the scholar's robe opened his mouth and sighed. Although the sound of the zither was dense like rain, it could not cover up his words. Instead, it seemed that his voice had been integrated into the zither, and it was very pleasant to listen to.
"Don't talk nonsense. Young Master of the Zither and Sword of the Confucian Sect, show your sword!" The young man holding the sword said coldly.
The young man sighed and said, "The sword is a weapon of murder, why show it so easily? Brother, why don't you listen to me play a song on the zither? Perhaps you can become my soulmate. "
"If you refuse to draw your sword, then don't complain even if you die!" The young man holding the sword inserted the sword into the sword coffin, and when he pulled it out again, the broken sword had become a complete three-foot sword. As the sword became complete, the sword intent became even sharper. With a tap of his foot, he and the sword became one, tearing through the layers of sound waves and heading straight for the young man playing the zither.
"Don't rush, listen to the last note of my Ambush from Ten Sides first!" The young man playing the zither pulled the strings like a bow, and then loosened his fingers.
"Zeng!" When the song ended, it was like a broken silver vase. With a sonorous and powerful sound, it turned into a sharp sword qi that went straight for the incoming person.
Just as the two were about to clash, a sound suddenly rang out. It was like the sound of a large bell, shocking people's hearts. Then, the sword light flashed, and the sharp coldness entered one's eyes. Two figures flew over from the other side of the river and flashed into the center of the battle.
"Buddha Asks Temple!"
Ying Feiyang and Goddess Ling Xin used the same move at the same time.
Sound wave against sound wave. Goddess Ling Xin used the Ten Zhang Light Dust as a sword, and the sound of the zither was canceled out by the sound of the sword.
Sword against sword, Ying Feiyang turned into a sword in his hand and forcefully blocked the young man's attack.
"Wait, Xu Tingxian, Young Master Xu."
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