Zongwu: People on Peach Blossom Island rely on their understanding to become immortals

Two days later, the sea breeze from Peach Blossom Island blew with a salty smell.

Lin Changfeng and Wang Yuyan stood at the bow, looking at the island full of flowers.

"Brother Lin, is this Peach Blossom Island?" Wang Yuyan's eyes flashed with curiosity and amazement.

Lin Changfeng nodded, but his eyes were more cautious: "Yes, this is my master's residence, and it is also a place full of dangers.

Be careful, don't leave my side."

Shortly after the two stepped onto the island, they saw a middle-aged man in a green robe hurriedly greeted.

His face was gaunt, and his eyes flashed with cold light.

"Brother, Master is waiting for you in the cave." The green-robed man said in a deep voice, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

Lin Changfeng's heart tightened, and he immediately took Wang Yuyan and hurried to the cave.

The cave was brightly lit, and Huang Laoxie sat on a stone chair, playing with a jade flute in his hand.

When he saw Lin Changfeng, a trace of relief flashed across his eyes: "You little brat, you're finally back."

"Master, what happened?" Lin Changfeng bowed, his tone full of anxiety.

Huang Lao Xie smiled and slowly said: "Someone has found out my identity and tried to steal the Nine Yin Manual."

Yesterday they sent a group of people to test me, but I killed them all."

Lin Changfeng was shocked: "How dare someone provoke you?"

Huang Lao Xie's eyes turned cold, and his voice suddenly became low: "The other party is not an ordinary person, they are well prepared.

More importantly, I suspect this matter is related to Murong Fu."

"Murong Fu?" Lin Changfeng and Wang Yuyan said in unison.

"That's right."

Huang Lao Xie stood up, hands behind his back, "This man is ambitious and has always coveted the Nine Yin Manual.

You came back just in time, I have a plan that needs you to execute."

Lin Changfeng frowned slightly: "Master, please speak."

Huang Lao Xie sneered: "I need you to pretend to take the second volume of the Nine Yin Manual out of the island, spread the news, and lure the other party to show up.

As long as they dare to take action, we can catch the people behind the scenes."

"Master, this plan is too dangerous!"

Lin Changfeng immediately objected, "If the other party thinks that the manual is in my hands, I am afraid they will kill me at all costs."

"Are you scared?" Huang Lao Xie raised his eyebrows, smiling.

Lin Changfeng took a deep breath, his eyes lit with fighting spirit: "Afraid? I'm never afraid, but I need time to prepare."

Huang Lao Xie laughed: "This is my good disciple!"

Wang Yuyan stood aside, although she didn't say much, but the worry in her eyes was beyond words.

She whispered: "Brother Lin, I want to help you too."

Lin Changfeng looked at her, with a gentle smile on his face: "Okay, but you must listen to my arrangements."

That night, Lin Changfeng sorted out the plan carefully.

He knew that this action was extremely dangerous, but he also knew that he had no choice.

The next day, Huang Lao Xie handed Lin Changfeng a forged "Nine Yin Manual".

Lin Changfeng looked at the bamboo slips and said in a deep voice: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely dig out the truth this time."

Huang Lao Xie nodded: "Be careful."

When leaving the cave, Wang Yuyan caught up: "Brother Lin, I have something to say to you."

"What?" Lin Changfeng stopped.

Wang Yuyan lowered her head and hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked up and looked directly into Lin Changfeng's eyes, with a firm tone: "No matter what the road ahead is, I am willing to fight side by side with you."

Lin Changfeng was stunned, then chuckled: "Okay, then we will face the wind and rain together."

"That's a nice thing to say." A cold voice came from a distance, and a figure slowly approached.

"Murong Fu!" Lin Changfeng's eyes condensed, and his voice was as sharp as a knife.

Murong Fu was dressed in black, holding a folding fan, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "Lin Changfeng, it seems that you are well-informed and know that I am coming.

But do you think you can stop me by yourself?"

Lin Changfeng snorted coldly, his right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and his whole body exuded a compelling aura: "Just try it and you will know."

Murong Fu gently waved the folding fan: "It's ridiculous, your disciple of Huang Laoxie.

You actually fell to the point of using fake scriptures to lure me into the trap. Do you really think I, Murong Fu, am a three-year-old child?"

Wang Yuyan Standing next to Lin Changfeng, the cold voice was firm: "Murong Fu, your mind has never changed.

But this time you have stepped into Brother Lin's trap, don't think of getting out easily."

Murong Fu's face changed slightly, and then he regained his composure: "Little cousin, this is really hurtful.

I just came to see the rumored "Nine Yin Manual", and you treated me like this."

Lin Changfeng sneered: "Since you are here, don't think about leaving."

Before he finished speaking, his long sword had already been unsheathed, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, going straight to Murong Fu's face.

Murong Fu blocked it with his folding fan, his figure retreated like a ghost.

At the same time, he raised his hand and struck a fierce palm wind, directly at Lin Changfeng's chest.

Lin Changfeng did not retreat at all, and turned his long sword to meet the opponent's palm wind at a strange angle.

The moment the two fought, a gust of wind was stirred up.

The leaves around rustled.

Wang Yuyan stood aside, staring at the battle situation, her hands slightly clenched, as if ready to help at any time.

However, she soon realized that Lin Changfeng had already won this battle.

Sure enough, after dozens of moves, Lin Changfeng shouted in a low voice: "Break!"

The sword light was like a rainbow, and it instantly hit Murong Fu's folding fan, shaking it several feet away.

Murong Fu staggered back, his face livid: "Lin Changfeng, do you really think you have won me?"

He was about to use his power to counterattack, but found that his body was paralyzed.

Looking down, he found that the hidden weapon in his sleeve had been cut off by Lin Changfeng, and a thin needle had stained his acupuncture points.

"You——" Murong Fu almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, with shock and unwillingness in his eyes.

Lin Changfeng sheathed his sword, his eyes still cold: "Murong Fu, this is just a lesson.

If there is a next time, you will not be able to stand here alive."

Murong Fu gritted his teeth, suppressed his internal injuries, and said coldly: "Lin Changfeng, I admit defeat today.

But do you think you can protect the Nine Yin Manual in this way?

Humph, the world has been turbulent for a long time, do you think you can stay out of it?"

Wang Yuyan stepped forward gently and said coldly: "Murong Fu, the matter of Peach Blossom Island has nothing to do with you, you should worry about yourself."

Murong Fu said no more, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes, and his figure flashed, and he forced himself to move away.

Wang Yuyan looked at his back, frowning slightly: "Brother Lin, he won't give up."

Lin Changfeng patted her shoulder and comforted her: "It's okay, he is injured now, and he can't cause any trouble in a short time.

But we have to be faster."

The two were about to leave when they heard the sound of hurried horse hooves in the distance.

A young disciple ran over in a hurry, his face pale: "Brother Lin! The people of Yipintang have moved, and they have sent a large number of people to Taohua Island!"

Lin Changfeng's face suddenly changed: "Is the news true?"