Saving The Black Immortal Venerable

Zhan Qianxi saw the floating shadow in midair, her fingers clenched, and her nails deeply pierced into the armrest.

The figure shook, there were voices everywhere, and the youth's unique vigor rushed towards his face. The center of the crowd's discussion was a tall young man. He threw the sword into the scabbard of the person next to him with one hand, pulled the girl beside him and turned around and left. The people behind suddenly drew their swords and attacked. The crowd exclaimed, but he turned around calmly and caught the sword accurately with two fingers.

Throughout the process, the girl was always firmly protected by him. He didn't even bother to move, blocking the sword casually, but with an unspeakable chic spirit.

Zhan Qianxi stared at that side face, her lips trembled, and her whole body shuddered uncontrollably. The name penetrated into her bones. She dreamed back at midnight when she was young. No matter the dream or nightmare was him, Zhan Qianxi would not forget it when she turned into ashes, but now, she dare not say it.

Jiang Ziyu.

As if the sword hanging over his head finally fell, Zhan Qianxi even felt relieved. It finally came, and sure enough, he didn't die, he came back again.

Zhan Qianxi thought of them all in panic all day long, and couldn't help feeling ridiculous. The boat to Tianjue Island emptied, and there was nothing under the island. Jiang Ziyu, who was supposed to be sealed in the ice, did not know his life or death, and did not know where he was going. If Jiang Ziyu died like this, neither Huan Zhiyuan nor Zhan Qianxi could believe it, but if Jiang Ziyu is alive, where is he and what does he want to do?

Promise faction, Yunshui Pavilion and even Gui Yuanzong were like enemies for this, Zhan Qianxi didn't even dare to touch food. As a result, Jiang Ziyu ignored them at all, and remained as unruly and defiant as before, and he still wanted to stand out for women.

Which one of the escaped people is not incognito, but cautiously, only he walks openly in the enemy's sect, for a woman and a person single-handedly, daring to take it empty-handed, arrogantly unconcealed.

Zhan Qianxi saw clearly just now that it was Jiang Ziyu who took the initiative to pull in and protect the woman behind her. Zhan Qianxi smiled bitterly, not completely unchanged, at least 10,000 years ago, he never cared about women's life or death.

Zhan Qianxi has been engaged to him for many years. For him to travel from Yunmengze to Kunlun Sect, she is a majestic lady from the fairy gate, who lives in Zhuoshan like an ordinary disciple, and she is greedy for black sword practice in the morning. She has done so much, but he has never seen it directly.

Zhan Qianxi still remembers that after the engagement, his father wanted to get closer to Jiang Ziyu and kindly invited Jiang Ziyu to come to Yunmengze as a guest. In order to welcome him, Yun Mengze cleared the field half a month in advance. His father was afraid that Yunxia was not good enough, so he cleaned up the water and planted flowers by the lake overnight. Zhan Qianxi probably prepared more than 30 sets of the same clothes. Everyone knew it without saying that Yun Mengze was well-known and known as the best water in the world. It was the first time Jiang Ziyu came to Yun Mengze to play. Naturally, he needed someone to accompany him to swim in the lake. . Zhan Qianxi is the eldest lady of Yunshui Pavilion and Jiang Ziyu's fiancée. Who will leave her.

As a result, Jiang Ziyu didn't show his face at all, and his friend Huan Zhiyuan came forward to entertain the banquet. Huan Zhiyuan said that Jiang Ziyu saw a spirit beast when he was passing by Yunmengze, and found it interesting, so he ran to fight the spirit beast.

It was a ridiculous excuse, but Zhan Qianxi knew that it was mostly true. If others leave their masters alone and go hunting by themselves, they must be provocative, but Jiang Ziyu can really do such a thing. Zhan Qianxi's father was a little embarrassed, but he adjusted quickly and smiled and changed his cup with Huan Zhiyuan.

In the next few days, Jiang Ziyu also saw the dragon but didn't see the end. If the Yunshui Pavilion disciples had actually seen him by the lake, Zhan Qianxi would have thought that Jiang Ziyu had never come. On the last day, Zhan Qianxi’s father had no choice but to post in person to invite Jiang Ziyu to a banquet. Fortunately, Jiang Ziyu didn't give Zhan Qianxi face, the face of the elders was still scrupulous.

On the day of the dinner, Zhan Qianxi did not attend. But she changed her clothes all afternoon, finally picked one of the thirty sets of dresses, and quietly ran to the banquet hall to eavesdrop. She hid behind the screen and heard her father ask: "Jiang Dao Zun, the little girl is spoiled by the family, and her temper is a bit arrogant. I wonder if she is in Kunlun Sect, has she caused Dao Zun trouble?"

After a while, a clear, lazy, inattentive voice sounded: "She doesn't live in Qingyun Peak. I rarely see her except for practicing swords. I don't know if there is any trouble. Huan Zhiyuan lives close to her, what's the matter? Ask him about it."

The smile on Zhan Qianxi's face froze, and her breath stagnated for a moment behind the screen. Soon, Father Zhan looked like a okay person, and continued to smile and ask: "It's fine if you don't bother Dao Zun. The little girl has a good talent. The family hasn't taken care of her much since she practiced the Taoism. She did not expect that she would often fiddle with swordsmanship after returning home this time. Not afraid of a few jokes, as a father, I have never seen her so diligent. Jiang Daozun, I wonder if the little girl can make progress on the way of kendo?"

Zhan Qianxi quietly looked into the hall through the gilded green landscape pattern on the screen. The father sat with his back to her, his back was tall and majestic. The first seat on the right was a young man. He was dressed in a dark purple robe, with a broad shoulders and a straight back. His face was erect and his fingers were placed on his knees. His posture was chic and reckless: "Pavilion Master Zhan If you sincerely want to ask, I might as well tell you directly. Let the Qianjin have the resources of the Yunshui Pavilion. It is not a problem to follow the path of cultivation and pile up to four stars. If you have a chance, you may also try five stars. But if she wants to repair the sword, she has limited aptitude, but she never admits her shortcomings, she is ignorant and arrogant, I'm afraid this will be the case in this life."

Zhan Qianxi came to the banquet room with the mind of an unclear girl, but finally heard such words. She was stunned, her face turned from red to white, and suddenly she felt ridiculous. She, the Zhan family, are all like a beaming clown on the stage, Baba leaned forward, and they laughed at her for being stupid.

At that time, Zhan Qianxi was sixteen or seventeen. She was beautiful and had a noble birth. She was held by others all the way up. How could she listen to this? If it's someone else, that's all, but these words came from Jiang Ziyu's mouth. Jiang Ziyu is her fiancé. He said this in front of the Zhan family and the guests in the house. Where did she put her face?

In fact, Zhan Qianxi thought about it later, what Jiang Ziyu said was correct. She has good talents, but she is also good at being rich and wealthy. If she was born in a civilian's house, she might not be much better than those outside disciples. If she practiced the Zhan family's exercises step by step, with the support of the pill Lingshi, it would not be a problem to achieve four stars, but it was only the case. If you abandon and repair the sword, you can't practice.

Jiang Ziyu even guessed her variables. He said that if you encounter a chance, you might try Yuhengxing. When Jiang Ziyu said these words, I am afraid that he would not have expected that Zhan Qianxi did achieve five stars later, but it was his chance to enter the star vein.

Now Zhan Qianxi can calmly face Jiang Ziyu's evaluation, but how did that girl of 16 or 7 hear? The arrogant Miss Zhan couldn't tolerate any doubts. She hated Jiang Ziyu and laid the fuse for the follow-up.

So many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and things are wrong. She never talked about marriage, Huan Zhiyuan had no intention of marrying a wife, and their families declined after a brief period of prosperity. Zhan Qianxi had been worried about it for many years, and then she figured it out. Maybe Jiang Ziyu was born with a deep love and a big heart, and there is no such thing as love in her mind. It's not just her, he does this to any woman.

But now, Zhan Qianxi's mentality is out of balance again. She is very old, and her life is about to end, Jiang Ziyu is still young and vigorous, and will even make her debut for a woman. Why? Zhan Qianxi didn't even get to that point when he showed some care.

Zhan Qianxi's expression changed rapidly, sometimes happy and sometimes angry and sometimes angry, the eldest disciple was startled, and hurriedly asked: "Pavilion Master, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with this picture?"

Zhan Qianxi came back to her senses, waved her hand, and said, "It's okay. You can go out."

Zhan Qianxi attaches great importance to manners, and her desperate appearance is not all right. The big disciple dared not say anything, and stepped back slowly after saluting.

The big disciple retreated to the door and was about to turn around to go out, when he was suddenly stopped by the voice behind: "Wait."

The eldest disciple looked back and saw Zhan Qianxi stood up abruptly, and said with his face, "Prepare the car and go to the Promise faction."

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Promise faction, Huan Zhiyuan was surprised to learn that Zhan Qianxi had gone and returned. He realized that things were different, and said with a sullen face: "Please, please."

Zhan Qianxi entered the palace of the head without any greetings, and said, "Jiang Ziyu is still alive."

Huan Zhiyuan was taken aback, and the ominous feeling that had entangled him for many days surfaced again. Huan Zhiyuan's expression remained unchanged, and the surrounding area was restrained, and only after ensuring that a fly would not come in, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhan Qianxi took out the photo-taking stone and showed Huan Zhiyuan the projection.

Huan Zhiyuan quickly recognized that this was Chixiao Peak, and the scene was when Yunshui Pavilion taught the steps of picking the stars a few days ago. Immediately afterwards, Huan Zhiyuan almost recognized the silhouette at first sight.

Deathly silence in the hall. Zhan Qianxi put away the photo-taking stone, needless to say, Huan Zhiyuan stood up and sent a message to his disciples with a cold face: "Bring the list of outer disciples up."

Soon, all the information of the outer disciple was placed in front of Huan Zhiyuan and Zhan Qianxi. When Huan Zhiyuan flipped through one of the copies, he paused, lifted his finger and forwarded the information to Zhan Qianxi: "Found it."

Zhan Qianxi raised his hand with a calm face, and the handwriting transformed from spiritual power quickly turned into real paper when he touched Zhan Qianxi's fingers. Seeing the name above, she frowned deeply: "Jiang Shaoci?"

"Yes." Huan Zhiyuan replied in a deep voice. After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself, "He doesn't even bother to change his surname."

Huan Zhiyuan has seen many aliases, but there are still a few who are perfunctory like Jiang Ziyu. Zhan Qianxi stared at those three words, and suddenly thought of something: "I remember he was brought indirectly from Fan when the Kunlun Sect received his disciple. Could it be that this is his mortal name?"

Huan Zhiyuan was startled, although he couldn't confirm it, but he immediately felt that it was true. Huan Zhiyuan sighed inexplicably, "He is still like this for ten thousand years, and he hasn't changed at all."

Huan Zhiyuan is not only the friend who knows him best, but also the enemy who ruined him. Jiang Ziyu managed to escape from the seal alive. Whoever thinks he should look like an evil foe, hiding in the shadows and frivolous, madly thinking about revenge all day long. As a result, among all the speculations, only revenge was in custody.

He came back, but he was neither dark nor extreme. Instead, he signed up for himself and walked into Shaohua Mountain with fanfare in the name of a disciple. He didn't even change his appearance and name. Huan Zhiyuan didn't know whether to say he was arrogant or lucky. Ten thousand years ago, he was so famous that even a Huangkou child could tell Jiang Ziyu's deeds. He even dared to appear in front of people with integrity. Ironically, Huan Zhiyuan really didn't find it.

In a short moment, all Jiang Ziyu's actions during this period are presented to Huan Zhiyuan. One item in Huan Zhiyuan: "Overview of the formation, the history of monsters, the general history of Qiyuan...he really regards himself as a disciple?"

Huan Zhiyuan browsed Jiang Ziyu's timetable one by one, and he even saw "basics of swordsmanship" in it. Looking at the records in the jade card, Jiang Ziyu went to this course, and even had several test scores in class.

Huan Zhiyuan couldn't bear it. He slapped his palm on the table, and the precious wooden table was instantly shattered into powder: "Too much deception."

What is more annoying than the enemy's alive? That is, they waited hard, and the other party didn't pay attention to it at all. They swaggered through the market under their noses, provoked troubles, skipped classes and fights. When they were looking for Jiang Ziyu everywhere, the deity Jiang Ziyu stayed in the base camp, so that he could watch them spin around in his spare time.

Huan Zhiyuan didn't want to watch it anymore, and after watching it for a while, he must be furious. Huan Zhiyuan swung his sleeves to put things away, and instantly returned to the appearance of a majestic head. He asked his disciple to come up and asked, "Where is Jiang Shaocai now?"

The disciple didn't know why the headmaster suddenly asked an outside disciple. He went down and checked, and returned to report: "He went to Yincheng some time ago."

Huan Zhiyuan was startled, and quickly looked at Zhan Qianxi: "Yincheng?"

"Yes." The disciple replied, "They have set off a long time ago, and counting the time, they should have gone to sea by now."

The faces of Huan Zhiyuan and Zhan Qianxi changed. Jiang Ziyu came to the mainland with the flying boat of the Promise faction. Logically, he shouldn't know where the sword bones were buried. Is Jiang Ziyu going to Yincheng by coincidence or deliberate?

Huan Zhiyuan didn't dare to think anymore, he immediately ordered, "Summon Yunzhou to return immediately, don't stop in the middle, no one is allowed to let it go!"

When Yun Zhou left, he laughed and laughed, and when he returned, less than one-fifth of the hundred people survived. The atmosphere in Yunzhou was dull, everyone was thinking about things, and no one noticed that Yunzhou was moving abnormally fast. It was easy to reach Shaohua Mountain, but it was not the applause of flowers that greeted them, but rows of cold swords.

The outer disciple was stunned, and asked in surprise: "What's the matter?"

It's a pity that no one answered them at all. The disciple quickly checked Yun Zhou up and down, and then whispered in Huan Zhiyuan's ear after coming down: "The head, there is no one in the portrait."

Huan Zhiyuan was afraid of disturbing Jiang Ziyu, and did not disclose the news to the people on the Yunzhou boat, so he threw himself into nothing. Huan Zhiyuan sternly questioned the leader: "Where are the others?"

Seeing that the head's face was so ugly, the leader shivered with fear: "The head of the team, forgive me. We encountered an earthquake under the sea just two days after we went to sea, and the outer disciples suffered heavy damage. I was afraid of accidents, so I had to return early. I came out alive. The disciples are here now, and even if we want to save other people, we are still powerless."

What Huan Zhiyuan wanted to hear was not the answer. He didn't care how many outer disciples died. He just wanted to know where Jiang Ziyu was now.

Huan Zhiyuan secretly adjusted his breath, trying to pretend to be casual, and asked: "Is there a man surnamed Jiang in the same group?"

The leader thought for a while and replied: "Yes. But they encountered a crack and didn't come out."

Huan Zhiyuan's heart suddenly chilled. Will Jiang Ziyu die in an undersea earthquake? Others may, but Jiang Ziyu certainly won't.

Huan Zhiyuan couldn't stop shaking his hands. He kept telling himself that it was nothing. He didn't even know where the sword bone was buried. How could Jiang Ziyu come across it so accidentally? But another voice told Huan Zhiyuan that he should make the worst plan.

Jiang Ziyu was not dead, and obtained the sword bone, regaining half of his strength.

Huan Zhiyuan had no expression on his face, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Hurry up and send a letter to Gui Yuanzong."

While sending someone to contact Ning Qingli, Huan Zhiyuan secretly sent someone to guard at the beach. As long as Jiang Ziyu landed ashore, he would pass through here, but strangely, Huan Zhiyuan waited for three months without seeing any living people coming out of the sea.

Huan Zhiyuan feels deeply wicked, can such a big person disappear into the world? Where did Jiang Ziyu go?

When the three most famous immortals on the mainland were looking for him, Jiang Shaocai himself wanted to know where he was.

A huge magic whale swam into the shallow sea. It seemed uncomfortable. After a while, its belly was torn apart by a burst of bright light, and the water beneath it was instantly dyed bright red. Jiang Shaoci crawled out of the fish's belly with difficulty. As soon as he stood firm, he immediately went back to pick up Mu Yungui.

People are still too small in front of nature. After catching Yunzhou's departure, Jiang Shaoci had planned to swim back to the coast, but they were attacked by sharks on the way. Those sharks have been completely demonized, ferocious and bloodthirsty, can attack with sound, and there is poison in the sound wave. After all, Jiang Shaoci possessed the spiritual sense of a six-star monk, he was fine, but Mu Yungui was secretly calculated.

The shark humans are best at mind control. Don't look at just being hit by their sound waves. Over time, their voices will slowly penetrate into the sea of ​​consciousness, controlling the host's will, and even manipulating the host to steal secrets and seek death. Jiang Shaocai didn't dare to be careless, they had to go ashore quickly and give Mu Yungui treatment.

Jiang Shaocai did not stop doing two things, simply found a magic whale, deliberately sucked into the abdomen by the opponent, and took a fishing cart to get close to the coast. The magic whale swims faster than humans anyway, but the consequence of doing so is that the landing site is completely unpredictable.

Jiang Shaocai took Mu Yungui out, looked around, gritted his teeth and muttered, "What the **** is this again?"

Mu Yungui was attacked by the magic sound of the mackerel, and his consciousness was very fragile. She opened her eyes laboriously and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Shao said nothing, and returned to the coast with Muyun in his arms: "It's okay. Rest at ease. I recognize this place."

One of the sequelae of the sonic attack is getting more and more lethargy. Mu Yungui tried hard to wake up, but he fainted slowly. When she regained consciousness again, she found that they were marching in the desert, and the eyes were full of yellow sand.

The jump from the beach to the desert was too big, and Mu Yun did not respond when he returned: "Have I slept for a long time?"

From her perspective, only Jiang Shaocai's smooth and delicate jaw line can be seen. Jiang Shaocai headed away, hugged her up, and said, "No, this desert is not far from the coast. I know where this is."

Mu Yungui's forehead was placed on Jiang Shaoci's arm, and his eyes were dizzy. Her neck was slender, her black hair was like a cloud, and her neck was hanging weakly, like a delicate poppy flower, unbearable.

Mu Yungui accumulated some strength and said, "I am much more awake now, you can let me down."

She slept intermittently, Jiang Shaocai had been holding her for trekking in the desert. Tiredness is one aspect, and it is not convenient to draw a sword when encountering danger. But Jiang Shaocai tightened his fingers, held her movement, and said, "It doesn't matter, you rest at ease."

The weight of Mu Yun's return had no effect on Jiang Shaoci. He held her for so long without ever shaking his arm. Mu Yungui couldn't get away, so he could only lean on him helplessly. Rolling yellow sand passed through, and the wind was swift and fierce, hitting the face like a thin knife.

This was a harsh environment completely different from Mu Yun's usual return. She couldn't help turning her face away, and she saw Jiang Shaoci's white outfit, with a certain biting smell on it, like a cold night after the snow. Huang Sha blows from all directions, but is blocked by him, as if the world with his arms is indestructible, no matter what happens, it will not be shaken.

Mu Yungui suddenly felt extremely relieved, it seemed that it didn't matter if he fell asleep in this environment. She was half asleep and half awake, feeling that Jiang Shaoci had stopped.

Mu Yungui opened his eyes, and said dimly, "What's the matter?"

"The city of Quicksand is here."

When Mu Yungui heard the name, he was taken aback and turned back with great effort. Ahead, a black city is located in the yellow sand, the wall is low and thick, and the flags are fluttering on the observation platform, but the scary bones are painted on it.

Quicksand City, a city gathered by demons, thieves, and thugs. It is a city with a lot of troubles, hides dirt, and claims that money does not enter Western Xinjiang and law does not enter quicksand. Therefore, it has a more widely known name.

City of crime.