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Yuanxi Island
This is the fifth day since Yan Qingyi arrived in the Country of Cherry Blossoms. Through the eyeliner arranged by Sacred Heart Jianzhai here, he finally found the person he was looking for.
"Young master! This person is very mysterious, please be careful!"
Followed by Yan Qingyi's side, Zhang Shixi, who was in charge of all things of Shengxin Jianzhai in the Kingdom of Sakura, reminded worriedly.
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang! I have my own measure!"
Smiling and comforting Zhang Xiyi, Yan Qingyi carried the sword box on his back and took a boat alone to a nearby small island with a radius of only ten miles¡ª¡ªOrange Island.
Crash!
Orange Island, as the name suggests, is covered with patches of orange trees. It was approaching September at this time, and among the lush green leaves, numerous green fruits had already been hung. The sea breeze blows, and the branches are covered with cyan oranges, swaying like naughty elves.
Creak! creak!
Yan Qingyi put on deerskin boots and lightly stepped on the orange branches on the ground.
The branches and leaves have withered and creaked when stepped on.
Under the piled branches, there were lurking snakes and insects. Disturbed by the movement of the branches, they crawled out in a panic. Some turned around and ran away, while others attacked Yan Qingyi ferociously.
Pat! Slap!
The vicious poisonous insect was strangled by an invisible force and fell to the ground before it even got close to Yan Qingyi's body.
Yan Qingyi walked towards the center of the island step by step. Every step he took was very small, but the distance covered by each step was very far, as if shrinking the ground to an inch.
After traveling for about three or four miles, Yan Qingyi saw a simple patchwork hut with branches and boards.
Crunch! crunch!
An old man in short sleeves, with a pale face, hunchback and thin body, was standing on a wooden frame, trimming the branches of the surrounding orange trees.
The old man is really too old, his hair is all gray, the roots are sparse, and there are not even many hairs left. The skin on his hands was covered with age spots, and the muscles were atrophied, leaving only skin and bones.
Standing on the wooden frame tremblingly, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. It is very difficult for him to cut the branches. A branch that is good with chopsticks often needs to be cut several times before it can be cut.
The moment Yan Qingyi saw the old man, Yan Qingyi stopped in his tracks, with a cautious look on his beautiful face, and the aura on his body was instinctively aroused.
As if sensing someone coming, the hunchbacked old man cut a large green orange from a branch, and slowly climbed down from the shelf.
"Cough! Cough!"
The hunchbacked old man who got off the wooden frame coughed desperately twice, his body seemed to be falling apart at any moment, and his condition was extremely bad.
"I don't have anything to entertain here. Would you like an orange? The taste is rather sour, I wonder if you are used to it? It would be great if you can wait until October, when the oranges are sweet!"
The hunchbacked old man's wrinkled face squeezed out a smile, like a withered orange peel. He held the hand of the orange and stretched it out towards Yan Qingyi.
"Third Uncle! Oranges, you'd better keep them for yourself! After today, you won't have a chance to eat them!"
Yan Qingyi's tone was light, with a faint trace of suicide.
"Hehe! Third Martial Uncle, such a familiar title! No one has called him for many years!"
The hunchbacked old man shook his head with a smile, and then struggled to peel off the green orange in his hand, revealing the orange flesh wrapped in white orange.
The old man opened his mouth with only a few teeth left, and stuffed half a fist-sized orange flesh into his mouth.
Whoosh!
"It's so sour!"
The hunchbacked old man closed his eyes, his jaw squirmed, and he chewed lightly. The light yellow orange juice flowed out from the corner of his mouth and dripped on his clothes.
"Every time I eat oranges! I can't help but think of Jianming! My heart is so sour!"
The hunchbacked old man looked up at the clear sky with his hands behind his back.
"Why the same person, he can be famous all over the world and bear the name of Sacred Heart Sword House, but I can only guard the mountain gate for the rest of my life!"
Following the utterance of each word, the ordinary old man straightened up abruptly, his eyes burst out with brilliance, and his aura soared like an abyss like an ocean.
"That's why you killed your fellow disciples and stole the scriptures!" Yan Qingyi said coldly.
clang
Facing the old man with a sudden change in momentum, Yan Qingyi remained expressionless, and lightly tapped the sword box, a strange sword that seemed to be made of colored glaze shot out from inside and landed in his hand.
A sharp sword intent erupted from Yan Qingyi's body, extremely fierce, making him look like a swordsman.
"It turned out to be sword intent! It's really an enviable talent!"
The eyes of the old man were full of exclamation. At this time, he was no longer rotten, but more of a breathtaking rage, like a prehistoric beast.
"Seeing you is like seeing your master! I really miss you!"
The old man laughed, his thin arms, thighs, and arms suddenly swelled up, and muscles filled them. Every joint made a crackling sound, and the originally thin figure grew taller. All the sparse white hair on the head fell off, and long black and thick hair grew out. Even the teeth are regenerated, white as jade, fine and neat.
In an instant, time seemed to flow backwards, and the hunchbacked old man's old face returned to his middle-aged appearance in a very short time. His figure was as tall and straight as a gun, and a sword intent not weaker than Yan Qingyi's erupted from his slender body.
Fengshen is handsome and handsome, like a god outside the world!
For the astonishing changes of the hunchbacked old man, Yan Qingyi seemed to have expected it long ago, and did not show any surprise, but as the old man regained his youth, the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger, and the glazed long sword in his hand was even more powerful. A slight hum.
"Even the Moon Shadow Sword was brought over by you, my dear junior brother, you really don't intend to let me go!"
Looking at the long sword in Yan Qingyi's hand, the old man's eyes were both reminiscence and relief.
"From the moment you betrayed the teacher, you should have known this result!"
Yan Qingyi's tone was rare and severe.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Hearing Yan Qingyi's words, the old man laughed so hard that even tears came out.
"Betrayal of the teacher!! I, Mu Tianyang, acted, and it is not your turn to teach me a lesson! Yue Jianming was smart all his life, and was confused for a moment, and wanted to use me as a whetstone for you! I really want to see, you What will he look like after he dies!"
Buzz!
Mu Tianyang's aura, which had already reached its peak, suddenly rose to a higher level, as if it were endless and without limit.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and invisible vigor swirled around Mu Tianyang, causing dust to fly up. The wooden house behind him was ripped apart with a bang, and the surrounding orange trees were even uprooted.
"Impossible!! Impossible! How could you break through to an intermediate master?!"
Yan Qingyi, who was originally confident and calm, now had an unbelievable panic on his face as beautiful as a fairy.
"Haha! Nothing is impossible in this world! I endured it for more than forty years, not only did I dissipate the sword energy that Yue Jianming left on me, but my cultivation level has also improved! Don't blame others if you die in my hands today. , blame only your master, too arrogant!"
Mu Tianyang pointed like a sword, sparking a white light in the air, as if cutting through the sky and the earth.
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