pillow mountain river

Chapter 21

Zhen Hanshan had just walked out of the house when he was suddenly stopped by someone.The man was dressed in red, standing under the moon, like a ghost.

The indistinguishable man looked at Zhenhan Mountain with a happy smile, but the long whip in his right hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"Mr. Hanshan, I have admired your name for a long time," Ming Cong said softly, bending his eyes.

Zhen Hanshan had no intention of dealing with him, and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

"The younger generation has admired Lord Hanshan for a long time, and the attitude of Lord Hanshan really makes the younger generation feel sad," Ming Cong held a long whip, blocking Zhen Hanshan's way.

Zhen Hanshan knew that this person was definitely coming for him, so he would not give in easily, and said: "I am only a spiritual practitioner, how could He De let Your Excellency come here?"

"Mr. Hanshan, don't underestimate yourself. How can the number one alchemist in the world be a cat or a dog on the street?" Ming Cong smiled and uttered vulgar words.

He continued, "This junior has admired Lord Han Shan since he was a child. I wonder if he will be lucky enough to see his true face today? Senior also knows that I have come here on a special trip. Why don't we both take off the obfuscation technique on our faces and be open and honest?"

"You are not worthy," Zhenhan Shanming said.

The smile froze on Ming Cong's face.Several black shadows came from behind him, standing behind Ming Cong like a black snake jumping out quickly.

Zhen Hanshan's eyes darkened, "Magic repair?"

Ming Cong gritted his teeth and looked angrily at the few people behind him, "I'm here to guard, why don't you get down to business?"

Zhen Hanshan originally speculated that the Zongmeng found out that he and Er Dong had left for a while, and sent this person to arrest them.However, the few people in front of him exuded a pungent bloody smell, and they probably used a lot of other people's inner alchemy to supplement their own cultivation, so that the bloody smell would be engraved into the bone marrow.

Why did they come here? A thought suddenly popped up in Zhen Hanshan's mind, his expression changed, and he looked at Ming Cong with a gloomy expression.

Ming Cong looked away.The black shadows behind him scattered in all directions, turning into black smoke and escaping into the endless night.

Zhen Hanshan followed those shadows.But Ming Cong was determined to trip him up, waving the long whip in his hand, trying to bite the man's leg.Zhen Hanshan sideways avoided Ming Cong's attack, had no intention of entangled with him for a long time, and continued to catch up.

"Mr. Hanshan is too impolite. It's me who is going to fight you now," Ming Cong missed with a whip, shook his wrist, and quickly made up for the second whip.This whip was even more severe than the previous attack, and almost made a gap in the ground.

Zhen Hanshan still just avoided the long whip, the hem of his clothes was cut off by the sharp airflow, and this piece of clothes was quickly crushed into powder.

Zhen Hanshan's passive challenge aroused Ming Cong's belligerence.Ming Cong thought that Mr. Han Shan calculated that there was no possibility of winning, so he saved his energy to escape.

"Lingxiu is not good at fighting. I have no intention of relying on the strong to bully the weak. As long as senior backs down and lets me take that demon away, naturally no one will embarrass senior."

Ming Cong said with a smile, "You've been guarding that monster for decades, and you should be tired of it. Let me take this trouble for you, okay?"

Zhen Hanshan's clothes fluttered, and his toes landed on the ground. Facing Ming Cong's increasingly powerful offensive, his irritability was ready to move, "I don't want to hurt you, get out of here!"

Lord Han Shan's words made Ming Cong burst out laughing, anyone with a discerning eye would know who has the upper hand in this battle, how could Zhen Han Shan have the courage to say these words?

Ming Cong smiled mockingly, he was greedy for war, and didn't notice Zhen Hanshan's expression was wrong.During the melee, the obfuscation technique on Zhen Hanshan's face has disappeared, and the black line on his forehead is looming, like the twisted roots of a plant spreading on his temples.

"Enough chatting with senior, let's end it," Ming Cong said with black air wrapped around the long whip in Ming Cong's hand, burning like a blue-black flame.

The whip quickly drilled towards Zhenhan Mountain, like a poisonous snake with sharp teeth, as if it wanted to bite him in two.

In the blink of an eye, before Ming Cong could see what happened, the weapon his master gave him was broken into pieces first.

The whip joints are soft, but the exterior is made of black iron. It is a rare artifact, both dexterous and extremely tough.

However, his whip was broken?

Ming Cong stood on the spot, the inevitable smile on his face turned into a dull expression.

how is this possible?

Zhen Hanshan's long eyes drooped slightly, and he held a sword in his right hand.He raised his head, his cold eyes fell on Ming Cong's face.Ming Cong held the handle of the whip tightly and couldn't help but take a step back.

Lingxiu is a natural alchemist. While the creator bestowed on them alchemy talent and longevity, it also made them have no room to parry in front of the brave and skilled swordsman.

Spiritual cultivation is either to hide from the world, or to attach to the sect's forces, relying on refining elixir in exchange for a place.

Although Zhenhanshan is a world-renowned alchemist, he has never been valued by monks in this world of cultivating immortals who bully the weak.No wonder Ming Cong didn't know that Lord Hanshan, who was a spiritual cultivator, was also good at swordsmanship.

Cold sweat oozes from Ming Cong's forehead, and the palms of his hands are even sticky with sweat.The man's gloomy gaze seemed like needles had pierced countless tiny holes in his skin.In a trance, he felt that Lord Han Shan had been replaced by another person.

In front of this person, he has no power to fight against him, and can only succumb to his threat, just like an ant who lives and dies.

All the words were blocked in his throat, as if his throat was blocked by paste, making him unable to speak.

That night, against the white-haired man whose cultivation was unfathomable, Ming Cong still had room to think about survival, but now, he didn't even dare to think about the possibility of death or life.

Is this person really the spirit that the master said? Or, the legendary monster is him?!

Cold sweat rolled down from his temples, Ming Cong grasped the handle of the whip in vain, and pressed his lips tightly.He didn't dare to blink, for fear that he would be broken into several pieces like a whip, but he still didn't know how to die.

The cold tip of the sword pointed at Ming Cong.Ming Cong swallowed involuntarily, staring at the long sword motionlessly.What a beautiful sword, I can't imagine how it will be stained with blood.Ming Cong laughed at himself, he felt pity for this ruthless weapon when he was about to die.

Ming Cong watched the long sword pointing at him, and watched the sword disappear, the pain he imagined did not come.

"Get out," Zhen Hanshan said in a deep voice, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.He ignored Ming Cong, turned around and followed the direction where the shadow disappeared.

The moonlight is bright and clear, illuminating a mountain depression.A few trees grew sparsely on the flat ground, and the moonlight poured in between the gaps in the leaves, shining on the roots and rocks.

Er Dong, where is it?

Zhen Hanshan shuttled among countless figures.The people in the village probably all came out, their expressions were dull, as if they were puppets without orders from their masters.

Among the dim tree shadows, Zhen Hanshan saw the lonely back of a young man.The young man turned his back to him, looking at the endless mountains and forests in the distance.

"Er Dong!" Zhen Hanshan raised his voice to call out to the boy.Several black shadows jumped down from the tree and stood beside the boy, completely surrounding him.The ground under the boy's feet shook, and the ground seemed to turn into flowing water.

Zhen Hanshan held his right hand in the air, and a long sword appeared. The sword style showed its sharpness, and it shot at a black shadow among them with the momentum of destruction.

The shadow didn't even have time to react, and the red-clothed man who arrived just in time took the move.Ming Cong opened the umbrella to block Zhen Hanshan's sword energy. The indestructible umbrella split from the middle and shattered like his whip.

Ming Cong's face turned pale, and he spat out blood. He supported himself, and before he had time to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, he turned his head and shouted to the shadow, "Hurry up!"

The black shadows gave up the teleportation array, grabbed the boy's skirt and jumped onto the treetop.

However, it was too late.

The sword energy raised by the long sword directly split a person into pieces, and the person's body dissipated into black smoke.Black smoke drifted to Zhen Hanshan's hand, he closed his five fingers, and powder fell from between his fingers.

"I forgive you once, and I won't forgive you a second time."

Ming Cong smiled wryly and raised the corners of his mouth. He bit his index finger and drew a bloodstain on his arm.At the same time, he drew a long whip from his body.This long whip, nourished in the flesh and blood, was exceptionally white, with a warm luster like a fetish.

"It's actually in your hands," Zhen Hanshan looked at the whip in Ming Cong's hand with a complicated expression.He put away the sword in his right hand, and his hands were empty.

Perhaps anticipating that Lord Hanshan would not use that dreadful sword again when he met the long whip, Ming Cong seized the opportunity and rushed up quickly.

When the white long whip is waved, it seems that the sky and the earth have changed colors.The snake-like whip bit straight at Zhenhanshan's vitals, approaching him in the blink of an eye, and when it was about to succeed, the whip stopped.

Zhen Hanshan held the whip with one hand, blood dripped from his palm.He wrapped up the long whip, pulled Ming Cong over, and kicked the man in the stomach.Ming Cong was kicked away for a certain distance, and collided with the trunk of a tree. He half-closed his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot.

It turned out that even without that sword, this man was terrifyingly strong.

Ming Cong vomited another mouthful of blood and passed out.

Zhen Hanshan retracted the long whip of Ming Cong, and chased after those black shadows.The black shadow carrying Er Dong let out a muffled snort, and severe pain came from his lower back. Before he could react, he saw his upper body separated from the main body.

Zhen Hanshan embraced the falling boy, stood on the top of a tree, held a sword and faced layers of black shadows.

"Go! Go back and report to the Lord!"

The black shadow receded like the tide.But the man in Tsing Yi holding the sword didn't give them a chance to go back and report.

The person he was looking for was in his arms, and the sword energy that didn't have to be deliberately restrained was like a raging wave, drowning everyone.At this moment, countless screams erupted from the village shrouded in nightmares, and the hysterical screams covered up the tearing sound of the sword energy entering the body.

The black shadows holding Er Dong hostage are all half-corpse and half-human demon cultivators. There is no blood flowing in their bodies. Once they are in danger, they can disperse into black smoke at any time and recombine into a human body in a safe place.

However, they could not escape.Countless black smoke gathered in front of Zhenhan Mountain, and the black smoke was crushed into fine powder, which melted on the ground together with the moonlight.

The ice-cold jade long sword was entwined with black air, and the original exquisite sword body could not be seen hideously.

Zhen Hanshan hugged the boy and fell to the ground. He didn't let go of his guard until he was sure that the boy's feet were on the ground, and let the severe pain hit his whole body.

Suppressed irritability welled up in his heart, Zhen Hanshan wished he could cut everything under his sword, including the boy standing in front of him.However, he still relied on instinct to overcome the sudden restlessness.

Zhen Hanshan straightened his body, half-kneeled on the ground, and the long sword was deeply inserted into the ground.He tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, the veins on the back of his hand propped up the skin, as if about to jump out of the flesh and blood.

After a while, he regained his composure, and the black lines on his temples slowly faded away.

Er Dong stood in front of him without moving a step.The young man stared at the half-kneeling Zhenhan Mountain from top to bottom.Zhen Hanshan raised his head, just in time to meet the young man's sight.

The dark red pupils are unfathomable, and once all the light approaches, it seems to be sucked in.The boy's eyes were dull, his abyss-like eyes were facing Zhenhan Mountain.

Many years ago, there was a pair of eyes looking at him like this, very empty.There is no love in it, no hate, nothing.

Zhen Hanshan frowned, clutching the skirt of his chest.Under the skin, there seemed to be countless worms gnawing at his flesh and blood. It didn't hurt, but it was unbearably sore and swollen. It would be better to cut the flesh and cramps directly.

The screams from the stockade startled the mountain birds perched on the branches.

Er Dong was still trapped in a boundless nightmare and never woke up.

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