Ask the Mirror Chapter 22: Thin and light

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Looking back at Ye Bin, it seems that he has not done anything at all. His clothes are light and gauze, fluttering like a fairy, but there is a slight regret on his jade face: "The illusory power of Rakshasa is indeed well-deserved. I led it forward, and gathered my strength to do it. , but still missed the mark... But I think in more than ten years, this beast will not be able to do evil in this valley."

Yu Ci finally understood that the ghost beast had returned before, intending to kill him, but Ye Bin used his trick and severely wounded him with a sword. Unfortunately, he still didn't see how Ye Bin used his sword.

At this time, the female cultivator smiled again and said: "I fired two swords, but they are not as effective as yours with one sword. You cut off this heart-wrenching piece, so take it back as a souvenir."

Of course this is a joke. Ye Bin stretched out his hand, and on his plain white palm rested the broken horn, which was still shining brightly. It was just that his plain hand was like jade, but it was much more eye-catching than the broken horn. Yu Ci was not pretentious and reached out to take it.

Ye Binze explained a little more: "If you hold this horn in your mouth, it can block most illusion smoke in the world, and it is even more effective against the ghosts and beasts themselves..."

The distance between the two is really within reach now, and the wind in the canyon seems to have turned in front of the female cultivator's peerless grace, wrapped in a faint fragrance, swirling around his nose.

Yu Ci suddenly found himself a little nervous. Of course he didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he kept calm and picked up the broken horn with three fingers.

Originally, it was over, but at this moment, I don’t know what his thoughts were. Of course, it was definitely because of his courage that Yu Ci touched the female cultivator’s palm with his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally. The delicate and warm feeling was transmitted back from the fingertips, faint, but deeply engraved in his memory.

The expressions of both of them did not change at all. Yu Ci took the severed horn and bowed and thanked him again.

Ye Bin picked up his unconscious disciple and prepared to leave. It seemed that she was not ready to let Ye Tu and Yu Ci say goodbye again, but before leaving, she suddenly said: "You also like swords?"

Yu Ci nodded naturally as she thought of holding the sword in her hand, her hands, eyes, and heart as clear as day.

The female cultivator's eyes are like lakes, with a slight smile rippling in them: "I think you are amazingly courageous and very intentional. You must be a risk-taker. You might as well take a look at this fog..."

With her bare hands, she demarcated the sea of ​​clouds where the ghost beast was injured again. When Yu Ci watched, the sword flashed, and the female cultivator and Ye Tu were gone. Yu Ci turned around and saw only a faint wisp of water smoke, rising up and dissipating with the touch of a finger.

Where is the trace? Yu Ci almost instinctively summoned the Illuminating Picture and looked eastward towards the end of the sky. But he didn't see anything except the vast void. The range of ten miles high and fifty miles around is already very wide, but under Ye Bin's control of the sword, this range is meaningless.

"This is the real monk!"

Yu Ci deeply feels that only people like Ye Bin who can separate the clouds, enter the Qingming, and float like immortals are the goals he should pursue. People like Taoist Yan, Venomous Snake Monk, and Xu Laoer are just You're a bastard, you've ruined the monk's name!

But I don’t know what year or month it was before I could reach such a state.

After receiving the divine picture, Yu Ci looked up to the sky and sighed. He was lamenting the long road to immortality, but he never considered whether he had the strength to climb it. If you doubt your own strength, it would be more realistic to calm down and move forward step by step.

So, he quickly came back to his senses, followed Ye Bin's words, and turned to look at the layers of surging clouds and mist on the edge of the cliff. In my opinion, there is no difference between this sea of ​​clouds and those in other locations. I don’t know why Ye Bin specifically mentioned it.

If there is one, it is that Ye Bin once penetrated this cloud with sword energy and severely injured the ghost beast. But after this period of time, no trace will be left... eh?

As soon as I thought about the existence of traces, the mist that hit my face brought a different kind of atmosphere. Yu Ci noticed something strange, and couldn't help but reach out and brush towards the clouds and mist surging on the edge of the cliff. When his fingertips touched a certain point, the feeling suddenly became clear, as if the ever-changing clouds and mist were soaked in a layer of relatively constant coolness. The coolness was obviously acquired, but it penetrated into every particle of the mist without affecting its original form at all. It was hard to imagine what kind of technique this was.

Yu Ci felt it, and that layer of coolness was clearly the aftermath of Ye Bin's sword energy that severely wounded the ghost beast. Ye Bin showed this to him, obviously not for demonstration or anything like that, but to tell him a way to use a sword, a concept of using a sword, and a direction to use a sword. In short, it is a kind of sword intention!

Yu Ci unconsciously stretched his arm further forward in order to feel the subtleties of the sword's intention more clearly. He doesn't seek to understand it immediately, in fact this is impossible. He just wants to remember the sword intention clearly, engrav it deep in his heart, and carefully ponder and comprehend it for a long time in the future. At this moment, a buzzing sound of swords sounded in his ears!

This is not an illusion, but the cool sword energy in the clouds seems to be inspired by some inducement, and explodes at this moment. Even if it explodes, it is not as shocking as usual, but turns into a mist-like thing, unpredictable in reality, and passes directly through Yu Ci's body.

The distance was too close, and Yu Ci couldn't react in time. The light mist catalyzed by the sword energy had penetrated his body and escaped from behind. There was no similar sword energy left in the sea of ​​clouds in front of him. At this moment, Yu Ci's face turned pale, and cold sweat was uncontrollable, spurting out from the pores all over his body, taking away all the energy from his body in the blink of an eye, making him almost collapse.

The atomized sword energy only existed in his body for a short period of one-tenth of a breath, but it was the full power of the sword energy left by Ye Bin, which was equivalent to the unfathomable female cultivator. He swung the sword - with exquisite timing, but with a terrible feeling.

He did remember it, and he remembered it much more profoundly than he imagined, but in this way...

Yu Ci was completely weak, lying on his back on the ground, looking at the clear and spotless sky, and seemed to see Ye Bin's calm eyes like lake water, and the dense sword energy contained in them. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly let out a long sigh, and then laughed again.

In the laughter, the man in the goose-yellow skirt transformed from the unreachable goal into a deep mark, remaining on the still distant road to immortality, temporarily blocked by the thick clouds and mist. Not clear.

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It is late summer, and as the birthplace of the two unique rivers in the world, the Duanjie Mountains are still full of green mountains and full of vitality. In the remnants of the southern mountains, thousands of miles away from the main peak, there is a boundary made of black soil and iron rocks. The highest mountain in the surrounding area is called Danya, which is as high as a thousand feet. However, the main body has been disconnected from the Breaking Mountains. Between the two , sandwiched between a basin, the soil is fertile and suitable for people to live together. The cliff city was built on this land and became a well-deserved central area within a radius of thousands of miles.

There had just been a heavy rain, and the accumulated water poured down along the mountains on both sides. The city was completely washed away, and the unique rocky road was no longer muddy, but suddenly much cleaner.

Zhao Wu hurriedly walked on the road, stepping through the shallow puddles on the stone steps without stopping. Although the air after the rain was cool, a layer of oily sweat quickly accumulated on his body. He pressed the stone box in his arms. The box was not heavy, but it fell heavily on his heart.

Zhao Wu is a very ordinary resident in Cliff City. With his quick legs and quick brains, he usually works as a helper for others and earns some spare money to spend on work, so his life is not bad. Running around the city all year round, he knew that there were some so-called "immortals" coming and going in the cliff city. These people were not easy to serve, but if things were done successfully, they would not be stingy with rewards. Sun Laoer, who lives next door to him, was rewarded with an unknown amount of money for running an errand, and he suddenly became rich. Envy is envy, Zhao Wu never thought that such a good thing would happen to him one day...

However, with just one thought, a good thing can turn into a disaster!

He shuddered, extinguished the instinctive greed in his heart, and after taking two more steps, he had already entered the "new city".

In the course of thousands of years of development, Cliff City has naturally formed three areas. That is, the "upper city" originally built on Danya, the "lower city" in the central basin, and the "new city" developed relatively recently and connected to the broken boundary mountains.

This is not an artificially divided area, it is just a convention. However, in the minds of ordinary people like Zhao Wu, a stereotype has been formed: Shangcheng is where the immortals of Bairi Mansion live, and it is mysterious and unpredictable. , the lower city is the nest of these mud-legged people. As for the most prosperous and expensive area, it is naturally the new city.

The store where Bai Ri Fu bought shrimps is located at the junction of Xincheng and Xiacheng. It has a large facade. However, there is only a small door open at the moment, and there is a shop assistant sitting lazily inside.

This situation is not surprising. It is still the off-season for purchasing shrimp grass. Shrimp grass grows in spring and wilts in late autumn, so the army of herb collectors in Cliff City always set off in early spring and don't return until late autumn or early winter. In addition, the distance is long, and the really lively days are near the end of the year.

Zhao Wu entered the door quietly. When the waiter at the counter saw him, he seemed a little unable to react and stared at him. Zhao Wu knew very well that if any of the clerks in this shop were pulled out, he could easily cut down a dozen of them like him. He was even more careful at the moment and said softly:

"Um...do we still collect shrimp beetles here?"

"Receive it, why not accept it."

The store clerk stood up, with a smile on his face. He knocked on the counter and asked the pharmacist who was dozing inside to prepare. The pharmacist stood up and quickly took out the exchange slip and a brush dipped in ink, placing them in front of Zhao Wu. Zhao Wu carefully took out the stone box that was almost warm in his arms and placed it on the counter. , the gazes of the pharmacist and the shop assistant immediately turned to him.

Zhao Wu still knew a few words. He first drew a circle on the "Consignment" column on the list, then quickly found the top and most eye-catching column in the inventory, and drew another circle. circle, and finally signed his name before handing it back tremblingly.

The pharmacist and the clerk only saw the black circle after the word "consignment", and their faces became long. When they saw the column in front of the second black circle, their faces became even more cyan. Zhao Wu had been watching from the sidelines. He was panicking when he saw this, but he remembered the generous reward and asked timidly: "Would you like to change?"

"Change, why not change?"

The pharmacist's tone was exactly the same as that of the clerk. He took back the list, looked at it hard twice, and suddenly asked: "Three Yang Talisman Sword?"

"Yes, Sanyang Talisman Sword."

Zhao Wu felt uneasy and forced himself to respond calmly. Although he had tested the product before, his heart still beat hard when the pharmacist asked him about it. But he was also confused. Why did the pharmacist and the waiter react so strangely?

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