Since early this morning, Yin San had been squatting on the treetop to hunt the rats. The red cloth was full of pebbles, but only half of them were left.
He didn't employ any magic or sword style; all he did was toss the pebbles.
Even if the pebbles hit the rats, they wouldn't actually hurt them; but he would smile happily. If the pebbles missed the rats, he wouldn't show a happy expression even though he had been defeated. He would be very angry and even curse.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the Dark Phoenix were worried that he might be mentally disturbed because of the setback in Zhaoge City.
Fortunately, he responded to the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect's words. It seemed that the word "old" not only affected the Dark Phoenix, but also him.
Yin San stood up and shook his cloth. He scattered the remaining pebbles to the foot of the locust tree, and then leapt up into the night sky. Pah!!!
Pah!!! Dozens of pebbles fell to the ground.
He had flown back and forth in the night sky hundreds of times.
His red cloth fluttered like a pair of flapping wings, drawing hundreds of obscure lines on the dark background. In the end, the lines overlapped and formed a complicated pattern.
Even the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the Dark Phoenix couldn't figure out the meaning of this pattern.
"I can't figure out why I've been defeated again and again."
Yin San landed in the small courtyard of the farmhouse. He took the cup of green liquor from the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and sipped it slowly, a satisfied expression showing on his handsome and clean face. A moment later, he said, "I don't think it's because I'm a drunkard."
It was not a funny joke, but the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the Dark Phoenix both laughed dryly to support him.
"The battle of the West Ocean and the two battles before and after Zhaoge City were agreed upon by me and Emperor Xiao. There was nothing wrong with the plan or the details."
Yin San went on with a faint smile, "Yet, we had only gained some small advantages in the battle of the Cloud Platform, and the others were all losers. Why? It's because we encountered that little friend Tong Yan in the battle of the West Ocean, and Lian Sanyue woke up in Zhaoge City, and then he woke up on his own. "
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said, "Luck. I insist that it was luck."
Yin San drank another mouthful of wine and said, "If his luck can last this long in this life, then it's luck. What are we fighting for?"
The Dark Phoenix let out an indignant shriek as he said, "The situation is not so bad right now. There are so many young people who support the Immortal in Aoyama. If the two sides had a fight, we would still have the upper hand."
Yin San downed the remaining wine in his cup in one gulp. Looking at the south in the night, he said indifferently, "But if everything in this life is already calculated by him in advance, are you sure we still have the upper hand?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said while shaking his head, "Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing have left one after the other … Even if this is irreversible, what about Lian Sanyue? If he could predict everything, would he just watch everything happen and do nothing? Isn't such a heartless person even more terrifying than us evil people? "
Yin San said, "Isn't the word 'heartless and heartless' the most suitable for him? He was an extremely selfish Cultivation practitioner back then. He only pursued the path toward heaven and didn't care about anything else … Of course, this is just my speculation. "
"What do you intend to say, Immortal?" the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect pressed.
Yin San said with a faint smile, "I want to know how he lived this life and why his luck is better than his previous life."
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The best way to know how a man has lived his life is not to read his biography, nor to listen to the accounts of those who have seen him, but to go to the place where he was born and the place where he grew up, and to see for yourself.
After many years, Yin San returned to Cloudy Town, which was not far away from Aoyama.
He was alone this time.
He ate the hotpot in that famous restaurant and found that it tasted different from before. Then he realized that he was not the same person as before, and his taste had changed a lot.
It was in this private room that the devil man of the Underworld he possessed was tied up by Zhao Layue with a sword rope and then killed by a flying sword.
Thinking of this event, he threw the chopsticks on the table gloomily and rolled up his sleeve, looking at his left hand.
The sword rope was the Thoughtless Sword.
The sword rope in the old plum garden of Zhaoge City was the Thoughtless Sword.
One couldn't step into the same river, but he could be tied up by the same sword rope twice. Would the same thing happen again?
After leaving the restaurant, he went to Scenery Garden outside the town. He didn't pay for it.
The fog outside Scenery Garden was very thick, and the Cultivation practitioners were still waiting outside. He broke through the fog and landed on a flowering tree by the stream, without alerting the formation.
Smelling the faint smell of hot pot that still lingered in the air, he wrinkled his nose cutely and muttered to himself, "You're a person who doesn't like to eat, so how did you teach so many disciples who like to eat hot pot?"
In the next moment, he sneered, "You have to learn from me."
After leaving Scenery Garden, he went to the Gu Clan and stole the horse-drawn carriage. Leaning on the soft cushion, he looked at the light coming through the skylight and kept on drinking the fine wine that would be changed every once in a while.
The wheels of the carriage rolled over the green stone slabs. He went all the way to the deep mountain and arrived in a remote village.
Normally, it was impossible for such a remote village to have such a wide and straight road, but this village was special to begin with.
Standing on the cliff outside the village, Yin San looked down at the fields with narrowed eyes. He saw that the rice fields were golden yellow, and it was the harvest season.
There were many large houses in the village, and strong servants could be seen coming and going from time to time. It was obvious that they were not ordinary people, and they must be rich and noble, unlike the scene in the deep mountain.
He came to the village and found a short and skinny old farmer in the fields. He learned a lot of things simply by looking at his amiable and harmless face.
About one hundred and fifty years ago, an immortal master came to this small mountain village and took away two gifted children.
People in the village didn't know what happened later, but they knew that one of the children eventually became a very powerful figure in a large Cultivation sect.
That child's surname was Liu.
The parents of the child were taken care of by the immortal master and lived for more than 100 years, giving birth to many children.
For the sake of the immortal master, both the Imperial court and other big families naturally respected the children of the Liu Clan and didn't dare to offend them.
In this way, the Liu Clan had become the biggest family in the prefecture, and this village had become the private property of the Liu Clan. The original families had either moved away or become servants of the Liu Clan.
"Is the Liu Clan really so powerful?" asked Yin San.
The short and skinny old man picked up a cloth towel and wiped the sweat on his dark face. He pointed at the rice fields in front of him and said, "All the fields belong to the Liu Clan. Do you think it's not powerful?"
Yin San said, "Such a big family must have done a lot of dirty things …"
Before he could finish, the short and skinny old man's eyes were full of fear. He waved his hand and said, "I don't know anything!"
Yin San said with a smile, "We're just chatting casually. There's no need for you to be so careful."
The short and skinny old man didn't dare to answer him. He waved his hand to signal him to leave quickly.
Yin San was about to leave when he suddenly thought of the rumor in the Cultivation world. He asked, "Sir, is it difficult to learn how to farm?"
The short and skinny old man didn't understand what he meant and said, "What's so difficult about farming?"
Yin San was interested and said, "Could you please teach me how to farm?"
The short and skinny old man was even more confused. Looking at the red clothes he was wearing, he asked, "You're not an opera singer?"
Yin San couldn't help but laugh, saying, "You can say that. Opera singers are fake skills. I want to learn real skills."
The short and skinny old man's eyes suddenly became a bit cloudy. He came to his senses the next moment and completely forgot why he wanted to teach him. He asked, "What do you want to learn?"
Yin San said, "Anything."
The short and skinny old man asked, "What do you know?"
"I don't know anything," Yin San said earnestly.
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Under the sunlight, the Sword-Washing Stream was like a golden whip held in the hands of the peaks of Aoyama. It was extremely calm at the moment, but it also seemed that it could break through the sky at any time.
Countless light spots suddenly appeared on the surface of the stream. It wasn't because the koi fish in the stream knew many years in advance that an extremely powerful senior king was coming, so they expressed their joy. It was because of the countless sword lights in the sky.
Countless sword lights rose from the peaks and came to the sky above the Sword-Washing Stream. Then they fell down quickly. The scene was so shocking that the young men and women in the Hall of Sword Washing turned pale and didn't dare to say a word.
Jing Jiu, Zhao Layue and the others appeared at the downstream of the stream.
"Welcome back to the mountains, Immortal Sect Master!"
The banks of the Sword-Washing Stream and the cliffs on both banks were filled with people.
Their voices echoed among the peaks of Aoyama and didn't fade away for a long time. The iron eagles on Yunxing Peak were startled, and the monkeys on Shiyue Peak began to scream.
Looking at Shiyue Peak in the distance, Jing Jiu arched his eyebrows slightly. As a result, the noisy screams of the monkeys stopped abruptly.
Guangyuan Zhenren let out a bitter smile, thinking that everything was true and that the Young Senior Master didn't like the monkeys of his clan. He bowed to Jing Jiu and said, "Greetings, Senior Master."
"Big Brother?" asked Zhao Layue, arching her eyebrows slightly.
Guangyuan Zhenren understood what she meant after a moment of bewilderment. He let out another bitter smile and bowed solemnly, saying, "Greetings, Immortal Sect Master."
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