The chase started from the Guocheng Temple, passed by the vegetable garden, the official road with the big banyan tree, the vast wild mountains and the high peak at the end, the field full of fireworks, and the desolate ruined temple and wild graves. It seemed that the chase would go on forever.
It had been thirty years since Yin San reincarnated and started his Cultivation again. He had already recovered to the State of Free Travel, which was similar to Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui in terms of Cultivation, and was even slightly weaker than them. Theoretically speaking, it was impossible for him to defeat them together. The problem was that he had been reincarnated and started his Cultivation again for only thirty years, but he had lived for over a thousand years in this world.
He had used more flying swords than Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, and he had mastered more Taoist magic arts than they had ever seen, and he had experienced countless battles.
No matter how Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui attacked, he could always use the most appropriate method to deal with them. All kinds of Taoist magic arts bloomed between his fingers like blooming flowers, constantly changing, and none of them repeated. Especially the sword art of the peaks of Aoyama, he could use it freely and freely, and the word "perfect" was not enough to describe it.
Blood spilled in the mountains, rivers, and lakes, most of which came from the bodies of Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui. Their clothes were torn, and wounds were everywhere on their bodies.
Looking at the figure in front of them that looked like a large bird and thinking of the countless fights over the last two days, they felt a great deal of admiration in addition to astonishment, thinking that Jing Jiu, the Young Master, was no better than him.
Moreover, Yin San's bone flute was some kind of treasure. Sometimes it could fly in the sky like a flying sword, and sometimes it was like a magic weapon commonly seen in the Xuanmen Sect. The material of the flute was very special. Even the Lone Sword couldn't cut it, let alone the Thoughtless Sword.
But they did not give up, nor were they afraid. They still chased after Yin San in silence and determination.
With Yin San's ability, he could have found a chance to escape from their pursuit. The problem was that his body had hidden injuries, and he couldn't bear too serious an injury, so he didn't dare to take the risk. On the way, he calculated several perfect opportunities, and when he turned around to kill one of them, he failed because of the tacit understanding between Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui.
Yes, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui hadn't met many times, and they hadn't even exchanged a few words, but they cooperated very well.
They were like fellow disciples who had been cultivating together for many years.
At that time, they didn't say a word to each other, nor did they contact each other in advance. They didn't even know each other, and yet they could kill Lo Huainan. This was the reason.
Every time Yin San turned around to kill, the timing was really perfect. Whether the target was Zhao Layue or Liu Shisui, they should have been unable to avoid it, and they would have died on the spot. But the remaining person didn't care about the life or death of the other person. Instead, he started to prepare for a big move by taking advantage of the other person's explosion before death, and fought desperately.
In the face of such a crazy but tacit fighting style, even he had to give up.
Such a scene appeared at least four times in the process of the pursuit.
Yin San wondered how a guy like Jing Jiu, who was afraid of death, could teach two disciples who were so fearless of death.
This question troubled him, causing him to be puzzled no matter how he thought about it, causing him to feel more and more irritated.
Three days later, he came to a small town on the shore of Ōzawa. Not far away, the lake reflected the light of the winter sun, and the people's faces were filled with the spirit of the New Year.
Even so, his mood didn't improve.
His injuries were not very serious, but his clothes had already been torn in many places. The surface of the bone flute was also full of demon fire burns and bloodstains. His usually calm and collected eyes were now filled with hidden anger. His eyebrows were slightly raised, like the edges of a burnt paper. He looked very embarrassed.
This was one of the most dangerous experiences he had had in his thousand years of cultivation. What made him most depressed was that his opponents this time were undoubtedly the weakest ones.
The great Taiping Zhenren was forced into such an embarrassing situation by two disciples of the State of Free Travel, and he even almost died several times. How could he figure it out?
Thinking of these questions, he turned around and walked into a blacksmith shop on the street, and then disappeared.
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Two beams of sword light fell from the sky, dyeing the lake water silver and red.
With the howling wind, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui appeared on the street, covered with blood, and their clothes were ragged. People in the market screamed and ran away.
The two looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
They clearly saw Yin San land on the street, but why did they lose sight of him when he landed? They couldn't even sense his breath.
Even if he had a magic treasure to hide his breath, it wouldn't work in such a short time. Besides, the magic treasure itself had breath, so it should have been detected.
Liu Shisui clenched his fists, and the black devil fire broke out of his body and spread along the houses on both sides of the street. When the devil fire passed through the brick cracks or windows, it would flow in like water.
The secret method of the Bloody Demon Church was really powerful. During the pursuit, he had found out Yin San by this method twice when he hid in the cliff. But the situation was different this time. The devil fire turned into the tiniest particles and drifted into the most quiet and narrow corners, but it didn't find Yin San's breath or the existence of his magic treasure.
Zhao Layue slightly raised her eyebrows. She didn't have time to disturb the cultivators in Ōzawa. She waved her right sleeve and threw out a bell.
The bell made a crisp sound and moved quickly in the small town, leaving countless residual shadows.
It was the Heart-cleansing Bell given to her by the young master of the Platanus Sect, Sensei. It had a magical effect on detecting the opponent's breath.
However, the small bell still didn't find anything after searching all the houses and fields in the small town.
Yin San was obviously here and didn't leave. Why couldn't the magic treasure of the Platanus Sect and the secret method of the Bloody Demon Church find him?
Liu Shisui said, "Why don't we demolish all these houses and compensate them later?"
Zhao Layue looked at the surface of the lake not far away and said, "Let's leave first."
There were waves on the surface of the lake, and a strong wind suddenly appeared in winter. The white and yellow reeds were bent by the wind. It should be the cultivators of Ōzawa who were approaching.
Liu Shisui was a bit confused. He thought that Ōzawa and Aoyama Sect had always been on good terms, so why didn't they ask them for help? Was it inconvenient for outsiders to know the internal affairs of Aoyama?
Zhao Layue looked at the ordinary-looking small town and said, "Someone is helping him here."
Liu Shisui thought of the legend of the Hidden Swordsman and was very surprised. It turned out that the rumored small town by the bank of Ōzawa was here.
The Hidden Swordsman could avoid the search of the Sword Formation of Aoyama for hundreds of years under the protection of the turtle shell. If he helped the Grandmaster escape, no one would be able to find him.
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Yin San walked into a blacksmith's shop, but it might look like a restaurant from the outside, an ordinary house, or even a piece of stone.
The appearance of an object depended on what you saw and your judgment based on your experience. But in some cases, it depended on the desire of the person who played the object. As such, neither Zhao Layue nor Liu Shisui could find that place. It would be pointless even if Liu Ci came to this small town in person to search for it.
Liu Ci had come to this place after the League of the Deviant Sects led by the grandson of the former emperor had almost breached the No-Mercy Sect, but they were defeated by the Aoyama Sect.
The reason Yin San could find that place was that the owner of that place had kept the door open to him.
Jing Jiu's memory was correct. That person had caused so much trouble in the world back then, and it had something to do with Taiping Zhenren.
As Jing Jiu walked into the blacksmith's shop, it turned into a garden.
The grotesque rocks were by the pond, and the slender bamboos were hidden behind the white walls.
There was no pleasant music here, nor was there the annoying sound of reading; the quietness exuded a sense of contentment.
Yin San had been here a few times, and each time he felt the scenery was wonderful; but he had never envied it.
No matter how beautiful the scenery was, or how it could be changed according to one's will, one would still feel bored after living here for more than four hundred years; it was because one couldn't go out.
If one looked up at the top of the garden, he would find that there was no real sky here.
The seemingly dark and gray sky was in fact a kind of wall, with many squares on it, resembling the shell of a huge turtle.
Of course, this place was much better than the room he had in the Sword Jail.
In the deep end of the garden, a middle-aged man was waiting for Yin San.
The middle-aged man had a lean face and an extraordinary bearing. He wore a bright yellow royal robe, exuding a faint awe-inspiring and genuine royal aura.
He was the hidden swordsman.
He was the descendant of the former emperor.
He called himself Emperor Xiao.
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The tattered clothes turned into ashes and sank into the pond. After many years of dissolving, they would be discharged into Ōzawa through the underground passageway, without leaving any energy or smell behind, so that the Sword Formation of Aoyama wouldn't discover them.
Looking at the wounds on Yin San's body, Emperor Xiao asked confusedly, "How come the Immortal has suffered so many wounds?"
Thinking of the two fearless little guys, Yin San's eyes revealed a complicated emotion. "Many things have changed, even beyond my calculation," he said.
He had calculated most of the things that had happened in Guocheng Temple, but he had miscalculated the most important thing.
In his mind, Jing Jiu had inherited everything from Jingyang, so his temperament would be similar, and he would live like Jingyang. However, he didn't expect that Jing Jiu would dare to take the risk, daring to send a young disciple like Zhao Layue to hunt him down, and that Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui would be so crazy.
Such craziness was so unlike Jingyang, but more like himself.
The Emperor Xiao held a small crystal knife in his hand and kept on cutting Yin San's body with a serious and focused expression on his face.
Yin San's wounds were indeed not serious, but there was something wrong with his body. In such a short time, the edges of his wounds had begun to rot, and there was even a rancid smell coming from deep inside. If he didn't cut off all the rotten flesh, the rot would spread quickly in a short time, until the body collapsed.
Therefore, although Emperor Xiao didn't cut off all the rotten flesh, the range of his cuts was wide and deep, and some places even directly cut into his body.
Yin San didn't block his own senses, because when Emperor Xiao couldn't confirm the situation, he had to look inside himself and tell the Emperor where to cut with the crystal knife and what to cut. Naturally, it was extremely painful. His face turned a bit pale, but his eyes were still calm, as if the crystal knife was not cutting his body.
After a while, Emperor Xiao finally cut off all the rotten flesh on his body, took out the fishing line made of the tendons of the flood dragon, and sewed up all the wounds, big or small.
Yin San stood up and looked in the mirror at the cobweb-like scars on the surface of his body, frowning slightly.
It was not because he cherished his appearance or paid attention to aesthetics, but because of other reasons.
This was the body with the best compatibility he could find. He had hoped that it could last for a few years, but he didn't expect that he would have to give it up for two children.
Emperor Xiao said, "This body can only last for three years at most. You have to be prepared in advance."
If Yin San couldn't find a new body within three years, it was very likely that his soul would scatter and vanish.
"It's not entirely a bad thing. In the past, I was worried that my body would be damaged, so I was very careful. But now I think it's wrong. I was treating my body like a tool."
Yin San said, "Now that I'm injured, I feel that my body is much better. I believe it will be good for the future."
Emperor Xiao said, "Congratulations, Immortal."
Yin San said, "What's there to be happy about after being forced into such a difficult situation by two juniors?"
Emperor Xiao was a bit surprised, thinking that he was being hunted by the disciples of Aoyama?
Yin San thought of the tacit cooperation between Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui on the way, thinking that these two kids were really suitable to join Bulao Lin.
With these questions in mind, he went around the screen in the room and came to the other side.
There was a big wooden barrel with ten-thousand-year-old Ice Essence in it, giving off faint smoke.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was sitting in it. His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his sparse hair drooped as if he was no longer breathing.
"The sword will has penetrated his body too deeply. It's even in his blood. I have to replace his blood. I've already replaced three barrels, and I think I'll have to replace three more. "
Emperor Xiao looked at the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect with sympathy and said, "I don't know if he can make it."
Three days ago, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was pierced through by Liu Ci's sword and severely wounded.
The Sword Formation of Aoyama had also been activated.
If Yin San hadn't prepared in advance and asked Emperor Xiao to put him into the turtle shell, he would have died for sure.
Both Emperor Xiao and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect were Hidden Swordsmen who had been forced into darkness by the Sword Formation of Aoyama. Seeing the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect in such a serious condition, it was inevitable that they would feel sad.
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