The heavens: pushing across all realms

The horse galloped wildly, and on the horse's back, a woman in white was held in the arms of a tall man.

The woman closed her eyes and lay in the man's arms.

These two people were Feng Ji and Wang Yuyan.

Along the way, Wang Yuyan was shy and resisted, but was finally tamed by Feng Ji in various ways. Now she fell obediently into his arms and let him gallop on the horse.

"Forget it, I don't know how to ride a horse or do martial arts." Wang Yuyan blushed, secretly making excuses for herself.

But for some reason, she didn't object to such behavior, and her heart was beating fiercely.

She had never felt like this when she was around her cousin in the past.

Thinking of her cousin, she couldn't help but feel sad again.

"If he knew that I was kidnapped, I don't know if he would be worried about me."

He sighed slightly in his heart: "Oh, he only wants to be the emperor, how can I be there?"

Suddenly Feng Ji pulled the reins and the horse stopped sharply.

Wang Yuyan was caught off guard and fell forward.

She suddenly screamed out.

But the next moment, she felt a big hand pressing down on her chest, stopping her forward momentum.

The big hand pushed her back with a little force and sat upright again.

Wang Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately her face turned red.

Because the part being pressed was her delicate and soft fruitful part.

She was about to reprimand, but Feng Ji had already let go and jumped off the horse.

"Come down, have something to eat before leaving."

Wang Yuyan turned back to look at him, only to see that his expression was calm and showed no trace of obscenity.

I thought to myself: "Didn't he do it on purpose?"

Wang Yuyan looked unhappy. She had let him take advantage of her, but she couldn't say it out yet.

If you say it out loud, you will look like a villain.

She had no choice but to slowly get off the saddle and follow Feng Ji to the roadside tea stall.

Feng Ji casually asked for some food and tea. At this time, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but remind him: "Next time I fall off the horse, you... you are not allowed to touch me..."

Feng Ji glanced at her and saw that her face was blushing, but her eyes were misty, and she looked aggrieved.

He said calmly: "Okay, I just want to remind you, if you fall off the horse and lose your face, don't tell me that your beloved cousin doesn't want you anymore. Don't blame me then."

When Wang Yuyan heard this, she suddenly became panicked.

If it's because of her disfigurement that her cousin dislikes her, then...it's not worth it.

At that moment, she couldn't help but feel secretly grateful. Fortunately, Feng Ji supported her.

Immediately she shook her head again and complained: "Then can't you slow down?"

"Hurry and hurry up." Feng Ji said calmly.

"Why are you so anxious?" Wang Yuyan asked doubtfully.

"The matter is not urgent. It's just that you are only willing to stay with me for one year. In order to get you away from me as soon as possible, I can only rush to finish the matter and let you go."

"Ah...this...this..."

Wang Yuyan was immediately speechless, thinking to herself that he was thinking about herself, had she wrongly blamed him?

At that moment, the knot in his heart was relieved, and he no longer blamed Feng Ji for being frivolous and unreasonable. The two stopped talking and drank tea and had meals separately.

Wang Yuyan seemed to feel that she was a little unreasonable, so she took the initiative to make tea for Feng Ji.

Feng Ji noticed her thoughts and a smile appeared on his lips.

After the two of them finished eating, Wang Yuyan had a little bit of crumbs stuck to the corner of her mouth, but she didn't know it.

Feng Ji saw this and said: "Don't move."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand and gently touched her red lips.

Wang Yuyan's heart suddenly pounded, she quickly turned her head and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Feng Ji frowned: "Don't move!"

His tone became a little louder, and Wang Yuyan stood still and did not dare to move.

Feng Ji gently wiped away the food crumbs on her red lips and said, "You are seventeen or eighteen years old, why do you still have sticky mouth after eating?"

Wang Yuyan's fair face suddenly blushed, and she was filled with embarrassment.

"It turns out he wants to help me..."

She breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "I...I will do it myself."

As he spoke, he took out the handkerchief from his arms and wiped his lips gently.

Her lips were soft and moist, without any rouge, but as bright as cherries, making people want to take a bite.

Feng Ji withdrew his gaze and looked at the next table.

Wang Yuyan was also paying attention to him all the time. Seeing him paying attention to the table next to him, she couldn't help but look back.

But I saw a few monks at the next table. The leader was quite young, probably in his fifties or sixties.

Behind him were several young and mature monks.

"Master, what exactly is this Zhenlong chess game?"

"And Mr. Chongbian, he seems to be the head of the deaf-mute sect, right? Since he is deaf-mute, why does he claim to be Congbian?"

Several monks were asking questions.

The leading monk smiled: "Xu Zhu, we are just invited to play chess, there is no need to worry about the rest."

"Yes, Master."

Feng Ji looked at the young monk named 'Xuzhu' and his eyes became deep.

He didn't expect that it seemed that with his intervention, the plot of Leigu Mountain was advanced.

"Xu Zhu should not have appeared at this time, but now he has actually appeared."

At that moment, he thought slightly in his heart, his spiritual consciousness covered his eyes, and he stared at Xu Zhu.

But he saw nothing above Xu Zhu's head.

Feng Ji was immediately shocked!

"Huh? He has no luck?"

"How can this be?"

Feng Ji couldn't believe it, Xu Zhu was one of the three main protagonists, why didn't he have any luck?

"Is there a mistake? This person has the same name?"

"It's impossible to decide. The names may be the same, but how can the Buddhist titles be the same?"

Feng Ji felt strange in his heart and immediately began to ponder.

Xu Zhu had no luck, so what happened next would not have happened.

Thinking of this, he suppressed his doubts, stood up immediately, and said to Wang Yuyan: "Have you eaten? Let's go after eating."

Wang Yuyan stood up quickly, nodded and said, "Let's go."

The two mounted their horses, and Wang Yuyan hid in his arms consciously, no longer needing Feng Ji's reminder.

Feng Ji hugged the beautiful lady and his mind was spinning, thinking about why Xu Zhu had no luck.

Unknowingly, the two of them rode horses and entered a valley.

This valley has rugged rocks and green pines and cypresses all around.

After a while, I heard cheers and laughter coming from the front.

"Old Immortal Xingxiu, his magic power is boundless!"

"Old Immortal Xingxiu, his longevity is as long as the sky, his magical power is unparalleled, and he sweeps across the martial arts world."

…

Among the laughter and shouts, there was such a voice praising Goethe.

Feng Ji suddenly laughed: "Old monster Xingxiu is here too."

Wang Yuyan suddenly felt happy, and the joy on her face could not be concealed.

"Grandpa is here, maybe I can ask him to save me."

The two came on horseback and saw three wooden houses lined up in the valley ahead. In front of the wooden houses, many people were gathering.

Feng Ji looked towards the Xingxiu Sect, and saw that the leader sitting on the long wicker chair was indeed the old Xingxiu weirdo Ding Chunqiu.

He had met the other person once at Mantuo Villa and naturally recognized him.

Opposite the old monster Xingxiu was an old man with a short stature and a thin face.

Behind the old man, there were eight people kneeling aside, probably the Eight Friends of Hangu.

There were also many corpses of deaf and mute disciples on the ground. Seeing that the corpses were foaming at the mouth, they were probably poisoned and must have been the work of Ding Chunqiu.

"The old thief is setting up a chess game here. Su Xinghe, what are you and the old thief trying to do?"

Su Xinghe looked up at Ding Chunqiu and said coldly: "What did you call Master?"

"Hey, he is an old thief, so what if I call him an old thief?"

Su Xinghe said: "The deaf-mute old man is neither deaf nor mute today. You must know the reason."

Ding Chunqiu said: "Wonderful! You broke your oath and sought death yourself. I am not to blame."

After the two of them finished speaking, they heard a Buddha's call coming from the forest.

"Amitabha."

Everyone turned around and saw that Master Xuannan was coming with Xu Zhu and other disciples.

Su Xinghe cupped his fists and said, "Shaolin Master Xuannan is here. Master, please sit down."

Xuannan clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Su."

Su Xinghe said: "This Zhenlong chess game was created by my ancestor. My ancestor spent three years of hard work before it was completed. I deeply hope that the knowledgeable people in the world of chess can crack it. After studying hard for the next thirty years, I can’t understand it thoroughly.”

"My master left this wish back then. If someone cracks it open and fulfills my wish, even though my master is no longer alive, he will definitely be very happy if someone knows him."

Ding Chunqiu's heart moved and he thought to himself, "Is the old thief really dead?"

Su Xinghe pointed at Ding Chunqiu and said: "As my junior brother, I betrayed my sect back then, causing my senior master to die in hatred, and he beat me so hard that I couldn't fight back."

"I was going to die and die as a teacher, but I remembered that my master had an unfulfilled wish. If I didn't find someone to solve it, I would never see my master after I died. So I endured the humiliation and survived until now."

"Over the years, I have abided by my apprenticeship and kept silent. Not only did I become a deaf-mute old man, but I also forced my new disciples to become deaf-mute. Alas, nothing has been accomplished in the past thirty years. No one can crack this chess game."

"I only hope that the master can crack the chess game today and fulfill the last wish of the late master."

Ding Chunqiu narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart, but he was not in a hurry to take action.

"Let's see what he wants to do."

"Grandpa!"

Suddenly, Ding Chunqiu heard a familiar voice and couldn't help turning his head to look.

When he saw this, his heart skipped a beat and his expression changed: "Yu Yan!? Why are you here?"

Wang Yuyan wanted to run over, but as soon as she took two steps, her bare hands were suddenly grabbed by Feng Ji.

Feng Ji said: "Miss Wang, you and I have agreed that you can't leave before one year is up."

Wang Yuyan suddenly looked aggrieved and looked at Ding Chunqiu eagerly.

Ding Chunqiu was furious. He jumped up and yelled, "Boy, let her go."

While he was speaking, he had already arrived. It must be said that the skills of the Xiaoyao sect were free and elegant. This Ding Chunqiu wanted to show off his appearance, and his body skills were also free and elegant.

At this time, a palm was struck, and the fierce palm wind roared, creating a fierce palm wind and pressing towards him.

Feng Ji looked calm and held Wang Yuyan with one hand. He did not dodge and pointed out with his backhand!

puff--!

In an instant, the sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword shot out, tearing the air with a roar and making a sharp whistle!

"Woo——"

Bang!

The sword energy collided with the palm power, making a loud roar, and the surrounding atmosphere exploded, causing waves of air to roll.

Ding Chunqiu was shocked and hurriedly stopped.

But he saw another sword energy shooting out.

Puff puff……

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy like a dragnet roared in, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the air currents were surging.

Ding Chunqiu had no way of telling where these sword energies came from and where they were attacking.

The invisible and colorless Six Meridians Divine Sword, in Feng Ji's hands, has almost exerted the power of Taoist magic.

"Impossible, what kind of evil magic is this? How can you shoot out such terrifying sword energy with just one finger?"

Ding Chunqiu was horrified and dodged repeatedly, but was hit by the sword energy several times.

If it weren't for his deep inner strength and anger, he might have died long ago.

When Wang Yuyan saw Ding Chunqiu in such a panic, she panicked and shouted quickly: "Grandpa, this is the Six Meridians Divine Sword. The sword energy is invisible and colorless. Be careful."

Ding Chunqiu was shocked: "Six Meridians Divine Sword? Are you the Duan clan of Dali?"

As he spoke, he grabbed a disciple and stood in front of him. Suddenly, the sword energy burst out and shot through the man's head, causing blood to splatter.

At the same time, a sneer suddenly came from the forest: "Which member of the Duan family in Dali is here? Is it Duan Zhengchun?"

Immediately afterwards, another voice sounded like metal friction: "Our boss is the real Dali Duan family, and the rest are all fakes."

I saw two figures in the forest coming down the mountain, followed closely by a woman in red.

These three people are exactly the four evil men, but the fourth Yun Zhonghe has been killed by Feng Ji.

"The four most evil men in the world are here to visit Mr. Congbian, and we would like to attend the chess meeting," Duan Yanqing said.

Su Xinghe said: "Welcome."

After Duan Yanqing said this, he was not in a hurry to play chess, but looked around. When he suddenly saw Feng Ji, his pupils shrank.

"It's you!"

Feng Ji looked indifferent. When he saw Duan Yanqing, he smiled and said, "We meet again, Prince Yanqing."

Duan Yanqing's eyes were sinister: "You promised me that you would help me kill the Duan family."

Feng Ji nodded: "You also promised me that you would give me the sword manual."

"Haven't you already learned it?"

"Haha, I learned it, but the sword manual was not given to me by you, but by me, wasn't it?"

Duan Yanqing was speechless. He had indeed fled with the sword manual and had no intention of trading with Feng Ji.

While he was talking, he heard another voice coming from the forest.

"Amitabha, it turns out that two people worked together to steal the young monk's sword manual."

But he saw Jiumozhi flying over in the forest. He looked at Feng Ji for the first time. Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of evil birds of prey.

"Donor, we meet again. That day in Suzhou you attacked the poor monk without any reason, but today you want to make it clear."

Feng Ji's expression remained calm: "Monks should have put aside fame and fortune long ago. Jiumozhi, after all, you are also the Great Wheel Ming King. Why are you always so worried about the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

Jiumozhi snorted: "I have an appointment with an old friend, so I need to do this to pay tribute to my old friend."

Feng Ji sneered: "Murong Bo wants the sword manual of "Six Meridians Divine Sword", so you have to get it for him. Why, he wants the throne of Tubo, and you have to get it for him too?"

Jiumozhi's face darkened, but before he could speak, another sneer came from the forest: "How can a villain like you understand the friendship between Master Jiumozhi and my late father?"

Jiumozhi turned around and took a look, and couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that Young Master Murong is here too."

But I saw several people walking out of the forest. The person who came was twenty-seven or eight years old. He had a handsome face, a handsome figure, a sword in his hand, and a very elegant walk.

Behind him were Feng BoE, Bao BuTong, Gongsun Qian and other generals.

"cousin!"

Wang Yuyan immediately screamed in surprise, and she was so happy that she wanted to fight Feng Ji's hand away and run over.

Feng Ji casually sealed her acupuncture points.

His expression remained calm, as if powerful enemies were surrounding him and there was no threat to him at all.

Just listen to Ding Chunqiu say: "Boy, you have good internal strength. If you join the old immortal sect, you can correct yourself and have some future. Otherwise, if these people rise up, you will suffer."

Duan Yanqing and others all looked at Feng Ji, with fighting intent flashing in their eyes.

Feng Ji sneered, not afraid at all.

"The old devil clown is vulnerable, but he has the ability. You guys can try it together."