The Lord who use immortals as food

Early the next morning, Yang Yan got up and let the eagle fly. Then Senior Sister Huayu came to deliver a message saying that Master asked him to come up.

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment and nodded. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that if master wanted to see him, his senior brother would always call him.

He looked at the white spots in the sky, thinking that he wouldn't be delayed for long, so he climbed up the mountain with his legs.

It's true that I haven't been here for a few days, and this hall seems to have become a little more deserted. It is unusually high, and the windows are very few and small, so even the high winds from the top of the cliff do not come in. It is also made of heavy and icy materials like stone and bronze, and there are no screen partitions in the hall. It becomes a silent air cooling.

It only has two opposite doors - except for the one through which Yang Yan came in, the opposite door leading to the back has been locked all year round, and the big lock is rusty.

The old man still looked the same, with white hair and wrinkled skin, and a short stature. He sat cross-legged on the futon, holding an unknown book in his hands, and sat in this empty hall for a whole day.

Yang Yan always felt that the old man was very old, at least seventy years old, but once a master uncle told him that the old man was not even fifty yet. Yang Yan asked his master personally, but he only got a few faint smiles, so Still dubious.

"Master." The young man saluted obediently. Although he is closer to his senior brother on weekdays, the old man who raised and educated him has always been like a teacher, a father, a relative and a fear in his heart. If it were not for the repeated instigation of his restless senior brother, the young man would actually be the most well-behaved. The kind of obedient disciples will never do such "rebellious and unethical" things in this life.

The old man turned his head and said in a slow and gentle voice: "Here you go, how are your martial arts training lately?"

"Back to Master, I seem to have mastered the second chapter of "Swallowing the Sea" a little bit." Yang Yan said obediently, "I also learned a little bit about the first chapter of "Bengxue" taught by my senior brother."

The old man didn't speak for a while, and just looked at him quietly. The young man had seen these old and slightly bright eyes countless times, and now they were inexplicably like the remaining stars in front of Bo Chen.

Yang Yan stared blankly. In this empty hall, for the first time in his life, he seemed to suddenly hear the sound of time flowing.

After a long time, he came back to his senses in a daze. The old man in front of him smiled like a sigh and waved: "Come here."

Yang Yan stepped forward obediently.

"Come next to me."

Yang Yan took a few steps forward and sat down beside the futon, leaning so close to her. The long-lost warmth suddenly filled the young man's heart.

I remember when I was a child, when there was a heavy snowstorm outside the palace, the old man would always light a small night stove in front of the futon and hold him in his arms. The old man would sit while he stood upright, with his big head and small head just right. The two of them were holding a Buddhist scripture, and the old man told him the magnificent and miraculous story of Buddha conquering demons. In the orange light and soft voice, the dark and stormy weather outside the temple was completely excluded.

But now, he is half a head taller than the old man.

"I heard that you are always playing with your eagle these days?" the old man said with a hoarse smile.

Yang Yan was shocked. He was always concealed enough. He didn't expect that the old man could know everything without leaving home. He was secretly angry at the imaginary whistleblower. However, he changed his mind quickly and quickly lowered his head as if he admitted that he was a plaything.

However, the old man had nothing to say. He asked him many details with a smile, and told him the essence of his experience back then, as if he had experienced it.

Yang Yan was a little stunned: "Master, won't you scold me?"

The old man laughed and rubbed his head: "What's wrong with being playful? You're not exactly your age."

Yang Yan felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but tell the old man that this was a birthday gift prepared for him.

But the old man didn't pay attention to his emotions. He looked up at the dome of the hall and said in a hoarse voice: "A person's happy days are limited in his life."

"." Yang Yan didn't understand for a moment, but the old man had already held his hand, stood up, and pulled him out of the hall.

Yang Yan was a little shocked. After growing up with his senior brother, he rarely saw the old man walking out of this hall.

Pushing the door open, the bright white sky fell, the cold wind ruffled the clothes of the two people, and the entire ring-like mountain lake was taken into view.

Yang Yan didn't know what the old man was looking at. He was familiar with almost every piece of land here. He believed that the old man would only go further. But since the master stood motionless, he just stood with An Jing for a long time.

I was thinking about how to mention the senior brother's crowning and naming today.

Then the old man asked softly something he didn't expect: "Xiaoyan, do you still remember the 'path' of our direct descendants?"

"Huh?" Yang Yan almost didn't react for a moment. She stared at the old man's expressionless profile for a long time before realizing that she had indeed heard correctly.

The old man had asked them to remember a long time ago, a secret passage two thousand miles eastward that had been prepared. It is said that when the teacher is in trouble, the lucky ones will leave.

"Teacher, master."

"Don't tell anyone." The old man still looked ahead and said in a very soft voice, "After tonight, you take what you need to take and leave quietly from there."

"." Yang Yan stood in shock, not knowing where and when she was.

"Can't we talk to our senior brother?" he heard himself ask.

"Don't tell anyone." The old man lowered his eyes and looked at him gently, "Promise Master, run as far as possible and don't stop, okay?"

This section ends here. Pei Ye looked deeply at the old man and cast his eyes behind him. The hall was high and heavy. Higher up, a cliff like a single tree stood there. In such a clear weather, There is some darkness that cannot be seen clearly.

Pei Ye wanted to take a closer look, but Yang Yan had already led him down the mountain.

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Yang Yan walked down the mountain in a daze, looking at everything in the house blankly.

The master refused to tell him what happened no matter what, as long as he left quietly. In fact, they were always like this. Master and senior brother were always the ones to decide big things. So after knowing that they were at odds these days, Yang Yan did not insist on asking. He knew that they would not tell him, and he never thought that the same as the whole family. Friendships that grow up will be ruined by a few quarrels.

He was just worried about leaving some imperfections in his senior brother's twenties.

Why do you suddenly want to take a "path to survive"?

He should figure out what happened, but when he first tried to make a decision, he realized how much he had been relying on his brother, his master.

He should listen to the master and he agreed.

but.

Yang Yan stared blankly at everything in the room, not knowing what to clean except unconsciously pressing her knife.

Until it's almost dusk.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a very familiar tall figure appeared at the door.

"Senior brother." Yang Yan's eyes lit up as if she saw a savior, but she opened her mouth but could not speak.

"Lend me the knife." Meng Li's face was downcast. There were no candles burning in the room, and the setting sun shone in from behind him, making his face even more shadowy.

Yang Yan suddenly felt that the person in front of her was a bit strange: "Senior brother."

Meng Li just stretched out his hand, so Yang Yan handed the knife to him and asked hesitantly: "What are you doing?"

Meng Li did not answer, but asked: "Master asked you to come up this morning?"

Yang Yan was stunned, but finally nodded.

"No matter what Master told you." Meng Li looked at him motionless, his eyes glimmering in the shadows, "When I was young, I came to the main hall on Sashan Mountain. Do you remember?"

"."

Meng Li turned and left.

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Yang Yan sat motionless in the room for a long time, until night fell completely.

The white eagle never came back.

Pei Ye waited quietly.

Finally, the body finally stood up using the chair.

Pei Ye didn't know what the decision was in Yang Yan's heart, but after getting along for a short time, he could see that the young man was absolutely unwilling to escape in confusion - deep down in his heart, he was actually the kind of person who wanted to figure out what was going on. .

Sure enough, the young man walked out and looked at the top of the mountain quietly, with a look that was common to Pei Ye on his expressionless face.

He walked slowly up the mountain.

So at this moment, Pei Ye suddenly felt a fit. He began to sink deeper into this body.

This is an absolutely novel experience. Pei Ye originally thought that he could only watch one record, but now in addition to vision and hearing, he even began to have touch. The wind knife roared in the night, penetrating into the bones, the breath was dry and cold, and the heart and lungs were numb. Pulsating—the body's state at this moment was completely open to him.

Pei Ye even moved subconsciously - this idea was indeed a bit fanciful, and he did not change the boy's path at all.

The cold moonlight shines on the solid white stones, and the dark grass is suppressed by the strong wind in the gaps and cannot lift its head. The cold wind penetrates the whole body in the clothes.

Pei Ye really felt the cold, but the boy had no intention of wrapping up his clothes. The lonely figure on the mountain in the cold night just walked up step by step.

When Pei Ye was halfway up, he noticed the lights on the side of the pine-walled courtyard and saw that it was completely dark.

The beast-like hall under the moonlight came closer and closer, and lights could be seen leaking from it from a distance. The body obviously gained strength again and quickly approached the gate. Pei Ye could almost imagine the young man's mood at this time - no matter what happened, the master and brother must be above.

He must ask the matter clearly. When the senior brother turns twenty, he will actually turn sixteen. He is an upright and true disciple of Hushan Sword Sect, and he is already old enough to hold the sword tightly.

But Pei Ye suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

The body stiffened suddenly and stood on the spot.

After a moment, he walked up gently and hesitantly opened the door in front of him. Pei Ye clearly felt the confusion in this movement, and this body was not ready for a battle at all.

But what was even more unprepared was the brain that faced the scene in the temple.

The moment the scene in front of him came into view, the body stood frozen at the door, as if frozen by the cold wind.

The old and frail body collapsed limply in the hall, shriveled and short, like a deer with its internal organs cut off. The blood soaked the futon and flowed like a snake on the ground. A black and sharp knife was nailed straight to the old man's chest, seeming to nail this miserable scene into the young man's memory.

But if he hadn't seen that figure, Pei Ye believed that the young man still wouldn't think in that direction.

It's a pity that the tall figure is there.

He stood in front of the back door of the hall. The old lock behind him was still firmly fastened to the door. There was no exit in the entire hall except where Yang Yan was standing.

Pei Ye felt the trembling body staring at him, wanting to say something, but also seeming to be waiting for the other person to say something.

But Meng Li just looked at him expressionlessly.

Pei Ye suddenly heard the messy footsteps coming from the wind behind him, but the young man obviously couldn't hear everything. He just stood motionless until the force behind him pushed him to the ground, and the cold blade was placed on his neck. The body barely reacted.

From behind came people's frightened and angry voices: "Yang Yan. How dare you kill your master?!"

Yang Yan raised his head blankly, but the hall in front of him was empty except for the old man's body which was nailed to death with a long knife.

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The time in the dungeon where there is no distinction between day and night.

Pei Ye didn't know where the body was thrown. It was dark, gloomy, and silent, and there was no news.

Caught off guard, the main line of Hushan collapsed overnight, and the branch line took over everything. In the past few days, Pei Ye had only seen light three times.

The first time it was Senior Sister Huayu, and Pei Ye heard him describe what he saw that night in a calm tone; the second time it was an old man with a hideous face, where Yang Yan was treated the harshest, but she barely spoke. , Pei Ye guessed that he was the "servile" uncle in Yang Yan's mouth.

The person he met for the third time was completely unfamiliar to Yang Yan, and the body showed no reaction. But Pei Ye suddenly clenched his teeth and his temples twitched.

Black robe.

That uncle was indeed servile and servile behind his back.

He asked Yang Yan a few simple questions. Yang Yan looked at him coldly and didn't say a word, but he seemed to have gotten the answers he wanted and left.

That's the end of it.

Pei Ye was once again submerged in the timeless darkness. The thick walls and solid iron doors made it impossible to escape from here without the blessing of fate.

Then fate really favored him.

Maybe the young man inside was too quiet, the guard was really careless, or maybe the lock was in disrepair. In short, after delivering the daily meal, there was a slight shaking sound from the iron door.

After Yang Yan was stunned for a long time, she touched it. The lock was not tightened.

He climbed out quietly like this. The night at Hushan Jianmen was as empty and cold as ever. No one noticed him. When he climbed to the top of the mountain, everything had been cleared away, and the man in black seen in the dungeon had disappeared. .

The young man sat blankly on the stone for a long time. Before the morning light came on the horizon, he finally walked down the mountain alone.

When he passed a fork in the road, he paused and then walked in.

Pei Ye suddenly knew what he was going to do.

When you walk in, you see an old auditorium with Buddha statues, and the futons on the floor show their age.

Pei Ye first took a fancy to the medium-sized Buddha statue second from the left, and then the young man walked up to it and lifted it. A hole was dug out in the base. Yang Yan reached out and took out an eye-shaped jade pendant.

He looked at the pendant intently, and Pei Ye saw that there seemed to be a piece of paper inside, but the distracted young man did not notice it. He looked at the horizon outside the door, and the first ray of cold white had just lit up from the edge.

The picture is frozen here, and everything turns gray again.

He already knew what happened next, and [Zhaoyou] couldn't record it. Yang Yan traveled thousands of miles to Bowang and met him during the rampage.

It was at this moment that a strange feeling came to his mind, and Pei Ye suddenly found that he had completely sunk into this body. This time, it completely fit in.

He breathed, and the cool morning air entered his nose.

Pei Ye was stunned for a while before he realized that the "Arabian Nights" had actually happened. He first raised his hand and pulled out the corner of the paper in front of him that the boy had not noticed.

"Master said, 'Li' means 'Chonghui'."