Hidden Blade Chapter 118: Tianyin
Song Yueming looked up at the night through the window.
Time has come to Chou Shi.
He glanced at the roommates around him again, and they were already deep asleep. Song Yueming felt a little more at ease now. He straightened his clothes, gently opened the door of the room, and walked out.
stepped outside the house, he walked more carefully, avoiding the disciples who were in charge of the night patrol.
It was not an easy task for him with his cultivation level. After several dangers, he finally walked out of the home of the inner disciple.
At that time, the already sweating boy took a deep breath, and walked towards the top of Zhongju Peak.
The residence of the direct disciple is much more relaxed in defense than the inner disciple. After all, almost every direct disciple has the cultivation level of the secluded realm, and the guards of the ordinary disciple of the sword hall seem to be tasteless.
So Song Yueming walked this part of the road fairly easily, as long as he didn't make a big noise, it would be fine.
Soon, he walked through the residence of his personal disciples, where the former elders and deacons were located.
Song Yueming took a deep breath again, and looked up at night again.
Shichen should be approaching Yin Shi.
go faster.
He told himself that, the pace under his feet was a little faster.
After about a quarter of an hour, he passed through courtyards large and small, and a mansion with the word "Zhong Mansion" appeared in front of Song Yueming.
Song Yueming's footsteps stopped, and he catered to hide carefully in the dark.
The hiding place is a barrier created by three big trees, which can cleverly avoid the line of sight, but can clearly observe the state of the mansion direction.
Song Yueming found it here when he was very familiar with the road--obviously, it was not the first time he came here at this time.
Compared with other quiet courtyards, the Zhong Mansion is much larger and louder.
There are hundreds of disciples in the Sword Hall on patrol alone.
To some extent, Zhong Changhen has been imprisoned here. Of course, with his cultivation base comparable to the fairyland, if he really wanted to leave, these disciples would naturally not be able to stop him, but others would not know why he did this.
Song Yueming looked up at the sky again.
The moon is almost at full sky.
is approaching Yin Shi, Song Yueming thought this way, but his eyes were staring at the disciples who were patrolling back and forth.
His body arched like a full bow.
His eyes are like a torch, like a wolf sleeping in the woods.
......
The two patrolling teams happened to meet at one point, and then turned their heads to the sides.
In the middle of , there was also a short but very obvious gap in the direction Song Yueming was facing.
Song Yueming's heart moved, and the secret opportunity came.
At that time, the true essence of his body was surging, and his body sprang out like a cheetah, and his speed was urged to the extreme he could reach. He came to the foot of the mansion in a flash, and when the patrolling soldiers could not turn around in the future, he jumped and fell into the mansion gate.
This situation is only ten breaths away, but Song Yueming, who has never done such a thing before, feels frightened. But fortunately, there was no danger, he thought about this, let out a long sigh of relief, and turned to go to the depths of the mansion.
And this body just turned, a black shadow appeared in front of him.
Song Yueming was vigilant, stepped back against the root of the wall, and looked vigilantly at the black shadow that suddenly appeared.
"You came outside of my house every day for the past seven days, and you finally sneaked in today. Let's talk, what's the so-called?" The figure asked like this, with a low voice, like a ghost.
Song Yueming also used the moonlight to see the figure clearly at this time. The boy's body was shaken at that time and he knelt down suddenly.
"Junior Song Yueming, I beg Master Shu to save me Linglong Pavilion!"
The figure didn't reply when he saw it, but a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth under the shadow...
......
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
......
Xu Han in his sleep was awakened by the crowd running outside the house and the huge bell from a distance.
He sat up, put on his clothes with sleepy eyes, and walked out of the room. He saw Qin Keqing, who had just gotten up, also looking at Xu Han outside the room, his eyes also full of confusion.
"It's Xuanlong Bell." She said so.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The vigorous bell is still ringing, Xu Han's head is a little confused, and someone is ringing the Xuanlong Bell again? Could it be that Shanmen had another accident?
is an eventful autumn.
He sighed secretly, and then went out to check.
"Surnamed Xu!" But the door just opened and he ran into Fang Ziyu who was rushing over.
"It's not good!" The eldest lady didn't have time to bump into Xu Han, which caused her pain. Instead, she looked straight at Xu Han and said loudly, "Song is crazy. , Hit the Xuanlong Bell at Xuanhe Peak!"
"What?" Xu Han's heart suddenly throbbed when he heard the words, and the dim sleepiness disappeared.
He secretly said a bad cry, and finally ignored other things.
"Let's go, go and see!" He said, and went out of the room first, leading the people to rush towards the Xuanhe Peak.
......
Xuanlong Bell is the sacred object of Linglong Pavilion.
can only be sounded in front of major events concerning the survival of the mountain gate.
Song Yueming rang the Xuanlong Bell, Xu Han can naturally guess what he wants...
But, before Long started from the cloud network, it was hiding from the blank space. If Song Yueming acted like this, everyone at the mountain gate would be aware of it. At that time, if he wanted to excuse him again, I am afraid that even Long Congyun could do nothing. .
Song Yueming! What are you thinking about!
Xu Han thought of this, his face became more and more gloomy, and he lowered his head and hurried silently.
There were also many disciples in the sect, who were also awakened by Xuanlongzhong. They realized that something major had happened, and walked towards Xuanhe Peak at that time.
When they arrived at the gate of Xuanhe Peak, the Xuanlong Bell was already surrounded by people.
They huddled together and pointed at the young man in the green shirt who kept beating the Xuanlong bell.
But the boy did not hear about it. He straightened his thin body, raised the huge clock tree again and again, and struck the huge bronze clock.
Xu Han and others saw this, and ignored the others, hurriedly lined up the crowd in front of them, and walked to the Xuanlong Bell.
"Brother Song, what are you going to do?" Xu Han asked in a deep voice.
"Song, come down quickly, don't be foolish!" Fang Ziyu was also very impatient.
But the boy in the green shirt still didn't speak, he used his red knuckles to constantly lift the clock, stubbornly ringing the huge clock again and again.
"Get out! Get out!"
At this time, there was a loud noise in the crowd. I saw Lang Chaosha, who had replaced Ding Jingcheng temporarily in charge of the sword hall, and led hundreds of disciples of the sword hall to come. Everywhere they went, the crowd naturally swarmed. Retreat.
Soon he was in front of the crowd.
"Song Yueming, you have troubled the mountain gate several times. You really thought that my sword hall was not furnished? Come and I will take it down!" Lang Chaosha saw that the bell-ringer was actually Song Yueming, who had always had a grudge against him. , Lang Chaosha, who was struggling to find no chance to seek revenge, immediately smiled, and when he drank it, he asked everyone around him to come forward and take it down.
Seeing this, the disciples of the swordsman hall behind him naturally stepped forward and wanted to capture Song Yueming.
Facing the surging disciple of the sword-holding hall, Song Yueming's face sank, and he struggling to ring the Xuanlong Bell again, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.
The disciple of the sword hall came to him and grabbed his body. Song Yueming gritted his teeth, and the whole body was shaken, breaking away from the shackles of the people, and once again impulsive in front of the Xuanlong bell.
And the disciples of the sword hall naturally couldn't let him succeed one after another, but Song Yue had obviously been cruel, and he tried every means to avoid the crowds, looking for a chance to hit the Xuanlong Bell. He even had his hands and feet restrained several times. He gritted his teeth, hit the Xuanlong Bell with his head, and had to ring it. When this came down, dense blood stains appeared on his forehead.
"Looking for death!"
Lang Chaosha on the side of saw that several disciples of the sword-wielding hall couldn’t help Song Yueming. He finally took action. His cultivation is extremely high, and his speed is naturally faster than Song Yueming’s. He just came to Song Yueming in a flash. The palm hit Song Yueming's chest.
The boy in the blue shirt was shocked by this heavy blow, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, spilling over the body of the big bronze clock.
"It doesn't hurt." But soon, the boy raised his head again, and cast a glance at Lang Chaosha covered in blood. He said slurredly, and as the words spit out, blood overflowed from his mouth. Then, he raised his hand again, exhausted all his energy, and ran into the big bronze clock.
Lang Chaosha saw Song Yueming's appearance, and his heart froze, but he was actually stunned by the strange state of this young man.
But this stunnedness soon turned into anger, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes, and one hand was raised again, and when he collected the true essence, he was about to take a picture of Song Yueming's forehead.
"Lang Chaosha!" Fang Ziyu on the side couldn't stand it anymore. She touched the ground with her toes, leaped high, and the sword in her hand melted into a sword energy, and she struck Lang Chaosha straight.
Lang was alert towards Sha, and stepped back, avoiding Fang Ziyu's sword.
"Do you want to kill him?" Fang Ziyu landed in front of Song Yueming, staring at Lang Chaosha coldly, a furious surging in her beautiful eyes.
"Senior Sister, this son has repeatedly messed up the mountain gate, and his sin is to be blamed!" For this second senior sister, Lang Chaosha was obviously still afraid, and he said with a deep brow.
"Whether the troubles of the mountain gate are not yours, Lang Chaosha has the final say, as long as it is about the life and death of Linglong Pavilion, who should not ring this bell? I think you have indiscriminately several times, wanting to kill the same door, is the real Fang Ziyu is not a fuel-efficient lamp. She took a step, her sword intent was lingering, she said.
"Senior Sister, don't want to help you in your sins." Lang Chaosha gritted his teeth and said with a cold voice, looking at Fang Ziyu in front of Hengjian.
At this time, Song Yueming walked to the Xuanlong clock again and lifted up the huge clock.
Fang Ziyu turned a blind eye to Lang Chaosha’s threat, she squinted at the young man, "Knock your bell, there is your senior sister here, I will settle with you after this matter."
Hearing this, the blood-stained Song Yueming showed a smile on her face, "Thank you, Senior Sister." He said weakly, and after this, the vigorous bell rang again, echoing in the silent Linglong Pavilion. middle.
The disciples around him accumulated more and more, and Lang Chaosha's eyes changed for a while, and finally he flashed again.
"Zhongju Peak disciple Fang Ziyu helped him for a sin, and take it with me!" He said in a cold voice.
As soon as this statement came out, the surrounding disciples of the sword-holding hall hesitated. After all, Fang Ziyu was behind the dayan sword fairy Zhong Changheng, and they would inevitably be jealous.
"Why, don't I use words? Do I have to report to Elder Sagong?" Lang Chaosha sank when he saw the people like this, and drank again.
Si blank space and Zhong Changhen people weighed in their hearts at that time, and eventually they came forward one after another.
Hundreds of masters in the sword hall, many of whom are direct disciples, such a lineup is obviously not an opponent even if it is Fang Ziyu. But she didn't mean to retreat. At that time, the long sword in her hand was swung, and she took the initiative to greet her.
are all of the same family, Fang Ziyu naturally did not dare to kill, and when he started his hands, he was afraid of hurting Fang Ziyu, and the disciples who held the sword hall were also afraid of hurting Fang Ziyu, so they only sent more than ten people to entangle him, and the rest People bypassed him and flocked to the young man in green shirt behind her. Fang Ziyu was willing to return to defense, but after all, one person was weaker, and he was restrained by others, making it difficult to get out.
And a mighty group of people killed Song Yueming at that time, and they were about to take down the blood-covered boy again.
But Song Yueming turned a blind eye to the fists and kicks of the people. He found the opportunity to ring the giant clock in various ways, but his clothes became dilapidated under such a pull. The other day The injury that has not yet seen a good one has also intensified again.
"Oh..." Xu Han, who had been watching for a long time, let out a long sigh at that time, and finally took his footsteps at that time.
When he moved, it was the momentum of thunder. The breath of his body circulated, his muscles bulged, and the three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points in his body were also madly activated by him at that moment.
His speed is extremely fast, and he rushes to everyone in a blink of an eye.
But Xu Han's target was not those disciples of the Sword Hall who had killed Song Yueming, but the Lang Chaosha who was in command of the others.
Xu Han is very knowledgeable about his own combat power. Even if he has recently improved, he can probably be in the same position as Fang Ziyu. This is still the case when Fang Ziyu does not use the terrible swordsmanship.
Fangziyu couldn't stop so many disciples, so naturally he couldn't do it.
But Xu Han understands a truth, a very simple truth-catch the thieves first!
Therefore, he stretched out his left hand, turned into a palm, and patted Lang Chaosha straight. Lang Chaosha obviously didn't expect Xu Han to take action against him. The last time he was beaten by Xu Han had already left a shadow in his heart. Seeing Xu Han's attack at this moment, he subconsciously blocked his hands in a diagonal cross shape on his chest. forward.
But when Xu Han saw this, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. When he came to Lang Chaosha, his toes hit the ground sharply, and he leaned back to Lang Chaosha’s right side, and then His left hand is one, and his right hand is stretched out.
from bottom to top, with a sharp wave.
Seeing this, Nalang Chaosha felt a sense of uncertainty in his heart, but at this moment, it was too late for him to avoid it.
So, the arm wrapped in the white cloth grew from small to large again, and finally eroded his entire eye socket.
Snap!
A crisp sound resounded in front of the Xuanlong Bell at that time.
In this way, the acting hall master of the Sword Hall was slapped by Xu Han in front of almost all of the Shanmen disciples.
"You!" Lang Chaosha's right cheek was red and swollen after he recovered. When he was ashamed, he had to pull out the long sword in his hand. After all, his cultivation is a pass through the secluded realm. If he is really allowed to use it, Xu Han will probably have to work harder to take it down. Naturally, he can’t. Let Lang Chaosha wishful.
I saw Xu Han bullying him again, with a sharp whip, he went straight to Lang Chaosha's bottom plate. Lang Chaosha, who had been dazzled by anger, was unguarded, and was put to the ground by Xu Han.
Xu Han hit the iron while it was hot, and suddenly sat in front of Na Lang Chaosha, a dagger from his sleeve slipped out, and it pierced towards Lang Chaosha's palm.
"Ah!!!"
A sorrowful scream suddenly sounded.
The faces of everyone around him were cold, and the dagger pierced Lang Chaosha's palm and fixed it to the ground. The red blood flowed through his wounds.
No one would have thought that Xu Han was so fierce that he really hurt Lang Chaosha in front of many disciples.
"Tell them to stop, otherwise, your throat will be broken next time." Xu Hanhan said in Lang Chaosha's ear. "Xu did what he said."
His gloomy voice made Lang Chaosha, who was pressed on the ground, dare not doubt the truth of what he said. His face was pale and he didn't care about his face. Right now, he yelled at the disciples of the sword-management hall who were entangled with Song Yueming Fang Ziyu: "Stop, stop!" With that panicked appearance, where is the slightest temperament as a disciple?
"What the **** is the noise!" At this time, there was another voice from the crowd, but it was that Long Congyun and many elders and deacons who finally rushed over.
Long Congyun in a seven-star black robe looked at Lang Chaosha, who was embarrassed by Xu Han, and looked at Song Yueming, who was covered in blood on the Zhongtaizi, but his eyebrows were fierce. Wrinkled.
"Is it the Xuanlong Bell that you rang?" He looked at the green shirt boy with a calm voice.
Seeing all the disciples and elders arrived, Song Yueming finally stopped the movements in his hands. He stepped forward and said: "It is the disciple."
"You know that the Xuanlong Bell is a sacred object of the Linglong Pavilion. You can't ring it at will ~ IndoMTL.com~ otherwise you will betray the mountain gate and commit the same crime." Long Congyun said in a calm voice.
"The disciple knows." Song Yueming nodded in response. Although she was a little sluggish because of her previous setbacks, her voice was extremely loud and she didn't see the slightest fatigue.
Long Congyun's eyes grew gloomy at that time.
He took another look at the young man in front of him again, his cultivation level was not outstanding. Before that, Long Congyun had never even heard anyone mention it, but at this moment he was standing there, even if he was covered in blood, even in ragged clothes. , But inexplicably, Long Congyun felt that he was a hundred times more powerful than the so-called direct disciples he once valued.
"Then you are telling me what is going on to make you ring the Xuanlong Bell." Long Congyun thought about this and asked again.
But the bottom of my heart is still thinking about how to make this matter small and small.
It's a pity that the young man in the green shirt did not realize the good intentions of the master teacher.
He looked around at the same door at that time, his eyes flickered like a torch.
Then his lips opened.
"The 27th generation inner disciple of Linglong Pavilion Zhongju Peak, Song Yueming."
"The lawsuit against the Supreme Elders is blank."
"With one's own self-interest to change the master!"
"Teach your ancestors with power!"
"Trash the sect with the cult!"
"The three crimes are punished together, and the cultivation base should be abolished and expelled from the mountain!"
The boy said aloud at that time.
's voice is not very loud, not comparable to the voice of Huang Zhong and Da Lu.
, but the words are scorching, as if the sound of heaven.
is deafening.