Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 888: Bones under the Phoenix Stage, Demons Dance in the Clouds (7 in 3 k)

A ship sailed down the river, full of guests.

The river flowed smoothly, and many people sat on the deck to admire the two famous mountains and rivers nearby.

Since ancient times, people of Daxia have loved traveling and enjoying the scenery, including literati and poets, hermits and knights. Expressing one's feelings among mountains and rivers can be used to express one's elegance and elegance, or it can be used to allude to one's lack of recognition for one's talent.

After all, although enjoying the mountains and rivers has little effect, it is not a bad thing after all, and many social interactions come from this.

This dragon-headed ship was particularly lively, with different groups of people gathered in five places on the deck. Men of letters stood at the stern of the ship, talking loudly, with feather fans and robes, discussing poetry and songs, praising each other, and everyone looked happy; in the southeast corner, two or three people were spreading out the chopping board, and seemed to have been inspired, sketching paintings of green mountains and clear waters; and a dozen steps away, a group of people were sitting at the table, drinking tea and chatting about various major and minor things in the world.

Everyone loves to listen to other people's gossip, and this is especially true in the underworld. Most people in the underworld, after doing something big, will definitely want to make a name for themselves.

The news that people in the underworld get may not be true. The deeds of many people can only be spread within a county and it is difficult for them to cross a state. Only a small number of people can truly become famous and become the traffic leaders of this era.

Bai Yu sat on the edge of the deck, wearing an antique outfit. This outfit was called "Sword Qi and Thin Green Shirt". It was a green outfit that he got when he opened the blind box before. The effect was very useless. It could increase the damage of his teammates by 25%... and he couldn't enjoy this effect himself.

The ancient appearance is the main reason why he chose this skin, as it allows a modern person to blend smoothly into the ancient people.

It has actually been more than half a day since we got here.

This time the weaving of fate is different from before...

After Bai Yu entered here, he found that he was not just a projection, but more like a real person who entered here. He did not get any specific mission objectives, and was not even fixed in an area.

This experience is more like a real time travel.

Considering the special situation of Huang Qixia, this kind of thing is also within the expected range.

When even the real name is unknown, the variables brought about by the forced weaving of fate are bound to be huge.

It’s not that there are no restrictions at all. There is a time limit of three months.

What's worse is that this time the time limit cannot be reset by destiny points.

This means that Baiyu only has one chance to rewrite history and there will be no room for error.

This is where a person's courage and carefulness are tested.

Back to the ship that Bai Yu is currently on, its direction is naturally towards Fenghuangtai.

Five hundred years ago, Daxia was in the middle and late stages of a feudal dynasty, similar to the Ming Dynasty on Earth. It is currently in a historical stage of revival, a good era with clean government, peace and prosperity, and good weather. For more than twenty years, the weather has been good, and the people have been able to rest and recuperate. The court has collected taxes, and the people have been living a good life.

The result was the birth of an unprecedentedly prosperous era of the underworld.

Chaos will only breed chaos. The premise of a prosperous Jianghu is an orderly and stable society. Otherwise, the heroes will break the law with force. Without a stable social order, the Jianghu itself will become a bloody Shura field. No one will abide by the rules anymore. Once they occupy the mountains and become kings, or become bandits, they can only be called bandits, not Jianghu.

Bai Yu has done some research on the history of Da Xia. If nothing unexpected happens, this prosperous era of Jianghu will last for two generations of emperors, about seventy years, until it enters the late feudal dynasty. Then the Jianghu will begin to decline and continue to wither for one hundred and fifty years. Then, after another few decades, a man named Huo Qiu Shui appeared out of nowhere and put the final nail in the coffin of Da Xia's era of Jianghu, completely nailing it to history.

Therefore, the current prosperous era of martial arts is also the last glory of the martial arts world of Daxia.

There is no ranking of the top ten and the ten most vicious in this era. That is a list established after the founding of the modern country of Daxia.

The name recognized by people in the world is Shi Kui.

Five hundred years ago, people's cognitive level was limited, and their understanding of the realm of sainthood was insufficient. In addition, almost all those who roamed the world were warriors, so the classification was quite rough. Among the Ten Martial Arts Champions, there were not only Martial Saints, but other saints were also counted in without knowing why. In short, it was quite confusing.

On the deck, a man of the world was speaking with great emotion, describing the destination of this journey.

"Speaking of this Phoenix Terrace, it is indeed a great hidden sect. If it does not make a sound, it will be amazing... When the fairies of the Phoenix Terrace travel around the world, many people have seen them. The impression they left on people is simply too deep, making people fascinated and unforgettable."

"But don't get me wrong, fairies are not just pretty. To survive in the martial arts world, one must rely on real ability. I'm sure everyone here has heard that not long ago, that fairy defeated Purple Cloud Sword Saint and won the title of the current sword master!"

"That battle was truly earth-shattering. The two saints... no, the two saint grandmothers fought so hard that the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The decisive battle took place at Ziyun Lake at the foot of Ziyun Mountain, and they cut through the cliffs!"

"Today is a great day for the new sword master to entertain heroes from all over the world. Everyone must go to the Phoenix Terrace to ask for a glass of wine to get some good luck."

Even if you don't need to say anything or ask anything, you can get a general idea just by listening to the bragging of the people here.

Five hundred years ago, Phoenix Terrace was a hidden sect. It was not a small sect. With more than five hundred disciples, it was considered a first-class sect.

The contemporary leader of Phoenix Terrace was able to obtain the title of Sword Master, so there was no need to guess his identity.

Bai Yu’s plan was to follow the flow of people and go into Phoenix Tower to take a look.

Ordinary people in the martial arts world don't actually need an invitation to enter, but they cannot enter the inner part of the sect. They can only have a drink or a meal outside. No one will ask about their origins, and even if they can see that they are just eating and drinking for free, they won't care.

Some modern people have tried this: sneaking into other people's wedding banquets, finding a seat in a corner, eating and drinking for free. It doesn't matter if no one knows you, because no one will pay attention to you. When the newlyweds come to toast, they can say a few nice words, and the host won't care at all. They can just add a pair of chopsticks. You can eat like this for half a month, not only without spending any money, but also gaining several pounds.

After a while, the building ship docked at the shore, and many magnificent large ships also moored here, which showed that many wealthy and powerful families in the world had really come.

"Is that the Wu family ship from Dongwu?"

"The family of the current spear master? This ship is really impressive..."

"Even the Wu family, the spear champion, came to give gifts, so I guess the sword champion thing is true."

"The Chu family is here too, the Chu family from Xuanhe Villa! I wonder if the contemporary Bu Kui is here too..."

"Hehe, speaking of the Chu family, I actually heard a piece of gossip."

"what?"

"Chu Bukui seems to be interested in this fairy from Phoenix Terrace. He is most likely here to propose marriage with a betrothal gift."

"That's quite a good match, both of them are top ten leaders."

"Bah, are you talking in your sleep? Bu Kui ranks last among the top ten champions, how can he be compared with the top three sword champions? Besides, the Chu family's Bu Kui inherited the title from the previous generation, and has only been in the position for less than three years, and has only accepted less than five challenges, so it can't be said that he has secured the position... Compared with the Phoenix Terrace Sword Immortal who personally defeated the previous generation of Sword Champion and obtained the title, the gold content is too different."

"Keep your voice down, or the Chu family will hear you. They'll rip out your tongue and throw you into the river!"

Bai Yu stood at the dock and looked towards the direction of Fenghuangtai.

The topography here must have changed compared to five hundred years later.

However, the town at the foot of the mountain has always existed.

Five hundred years later, this place is the border between the residential area and the scenic area, with a large flow of people and quite a lot of tourists passing by; five hundred years ago, this place was called Fengming Town, with a permanent population of 50,000, including the people from the martial arts world who came to join in the fun and those from various sects who came to congratulate... At this time, the population of the town obviously exceeded its carrying capacity.

Many people couldn't even find an inn to stay in, so they had to pay to stay in the guest rooms of certain houses, or simply sleep on the roadside.

It is not uncommon for people from the underworld to sleep on the streets. Sleeping in the open air is one of the necessary skills for the lower-level people in the underworld. If a small person wants to travel around the underworld, he must first max out running, then max out starving, and finally max out getting beaten.

The outer area of ​​Fengming Town has been planned in advance. A small market-like area has been formed here. Some people set up stalls, some brag, some make friends with each other, and some people, after an argument, go directly to the nearby arena and start fighting. A group of people immediately gather around and cheer.

Those who actually had business cards and visiting cards left Fengming Town directly, went to the office to register, and were led by the disciples of Fenghuangtai to the residence of the distinguished guests, waiting to go up the mountain to visit the real owner.

Everything seems to be a mess, but it is also orderly and clearly divided.

After Bai Yu walked around the town twice and found nothing, he quietly concealed his figure and followed the group of people in front. With his saintly level of cultivation, he used the holy domain to shield himself, so no one could notice him at all.

On the way halfway up the mountain, they met a white-haired old man who was drinking. The leader of the Wu family bowed respectfully and called him "Wu Jue Weng". This old man was the contemporary Dun Kui, proficient in Qi Men Dun Jia and Feng Shui. It was obvious that he was not a martial arts saint, but he was also counted among the Ten Kui.

Even he didn't notice Bai Yu.

Along the way, Bai Yu saw three people being canonized.

The leader of the Wu family is the contemporary leader of spears; this Wujueweng is the leader of escapes; and there is another leader named Liu, a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Not all of the top ten martial arts masters in history were canonized. Rather, most of the time, about half of the top ten were top grandmasters.

But in the heyday of Jianghu five hundred years ago, all the Ten Champions were canonized as saints without exception. Some people, although they did not get the title of Ten Champions, were also canonized as saints... For example, Purple Cloud Sword Saint, who was washed up on the beach.

This shows how valuable this heyday of martial arts was five hundred years ago.

But the times are changing, and the achievements of canonization in future generations will certainly be higher. Bai Yu was not very cautious along the way, but none of the Ten Kuis discovered his whereabouts, which made him a little disappointed.

After easily sneaking into Phoenix Terrace, Bai Yu also discovered that it was different from five hundred years later.

The two sisters Feng Wuwu and Feng Tongtong only occupy one hilltop...but in fact, Phoenix Terrace is a group of peaks connected together, with plank roads connecting them, heavy iron cables connecting the mountaintops, and iron cable floating bridges hanging from the main to the secondary. The layout is hidden among the sea of ​​clouds, which is in line with Feng Shui, forming a majestic formation and landscape, and it does not destroy the scenery of the sea of ​​clouds, because the bridges are all suspended under the sea of ​​clouds.

Walking on the plank road feels like walking among the clouds. It is an amazing feeling. Even the most ordinary person will look like a banished immortal.

Bai Yu thought that this was the real Phoenix Tower... Perhaps after everything was settled, he should go to Phoenix Tower to replicate this scenery?
After passing through the plank road among the sea of ​​clouds, we finally arrived at the main mountain of Fenghuangtai.

Bai Yu's heart sank.

Because five hundred years later, this mountain no longer existed. It should have been the main peak of Phoenix Terrace, but it disappeared after five hundred years. Something must have happened that caused Feng Sheng to rewrite the landscape with his own hands and wipe it out from the ground and razed it to the ground.

In the main hall of the main peak of Phoenix Terrace, the elders of Phoenix Terrace are responsible for receiving guests. There are only female disciples in Phoenix Terrace because of the martial arts.

However, the most crucial leader of Phoenix Terrace was nowhere to be seen, and instead, it was the leader of the previous generation and other elders who came to receive the guests.

The head of the sect is named Fengzhi. She is already over sixty years old, but she looks like a beautiful young woman in her forties and does not seem old.

She should have just passed the position of the head to her eldest disciple, the current sword master and the protagonist of today's banquet, Huang Yanxia, ​​a month ago.

I'm quite curious about what she will look like in five hundred years. Will she be as cute and adorable as she will be five hundred years later? Bai Yu sat at the edge of the Eight Immortals Table in the corner, looking in the direction of the head, but he never saw the shadow of Huang Yanxia.

He couldn't wait any longer, so he quietly left the group of people and went to the back. Naturally, no one noticed his actions.

When I arrived at the back hall, I heard Fengzhi talking to an elder.

"Has she not finished washing up yet? Today is a big day. She is already the head of the sect, how can she not show up?"

"Just went to the room, but she wasn't in the room."

"What? Missing again?" Feng Zhi frowned. "How can this girl still be so stubborn even though she's grown up... If it wasn't for the sake of securing her position as the sword master, why would I have to make such a big fuss? Well, go get someone to find her. She should be at the clear water pond."

Bishuitan Lake...

Bai Yu remembered the location and quietly followed the elder who was out looking for someone. When the elder wasn't paying attention, he knocked her out and hid in the bushes nearby.

I went to the vicinity of Bishuitan by myself.

Walking in the mountains is never an easy task. It is easy to lose the direction among the towering trees. Fortunately, Bai Yu is familiar with the terrain of this area, and it has not changed much compared to five hundred years later. He crossed a stream and found a dilapidated village. It was obvious that no one lived here anymore. Most of the houses have collapsed, and the rotten beams and earthen walls are covered with moss. There was no concrete in this era, and houses made of blue bricks were not common.

He walked into the village, stepping on the green grass. Just as the voice sounded, a sharp sword energy was already in front of his throat.

"Please stop." A light voice came from deep inside, as if it came from the cave, echoing loudly.

"This is not a place for tourists to step into. Leave now... No one will get hurt."

The woman's voice was strange yet familiar.

Bai Yu was very sure that he had come to the right place and found the right person, so he would naturally not leave obediently.

"This is already a wasteland. Do you have to leave just because you say so?"

He turned into a nagging man and provoked the other party to show up and say, "You have to give me an explanation and reason in person, right?"

"This is the Phoenix Terrace's territory... What do I need to explain to you?"

The voice was filled with a coldness that kept people at a distance: "Either you walk out by yourself, or I'll walk you out."

The word "send" is emphasized and pronounced clearly, which shows that it is not a polite remark, but a warning.

"Humph..."

A flat sound came from Bai Yu's nose.

Then he snapped his fingers, shattered the blocking sword energy, walked forward, and crossed a distance of hundreds of meters in one step.

"Canonization? Who are you?!"

"Before you question others, how about showing yourself?" Bai Yu said calmly, "Is the contemporary sword master so shameful?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, a figure walked down from the sky, her toes stepping on the steps made of sword energy, and each step made a clear sword chant. She was wearing a plain white dress and had a cold expression, but her eyes were golden red, like a ball of fire wrapped in ice, and her long ink-black hair was draped over her shoulders.

This appearance is almost carved from the same mold as Huang Qixia.

She is just more mature, older, and more aloof and beautiful than Huang Qixia. There is not a single trace of grace or charm in her. She is just as cold as a sword. At first glance, one might even wonder if she has a heartbeat.

Finally I met her, Huang Yanxia.

Bai Yu originally wanted to pretend to be relaxed and say hello, and say something lighthearted, but when he saw the strangeness and vigilance hidden in the other person's eyes, he was unable to continue his friendly attitude... She was not his girl.

"You have seen me, as you wished. Now... reveal your identity." Huang Yanxia put her fingers together and did not draw her sword, but the sword finger of the Sword Master was enough to kill people.

Bai Yu thought that even if he confessed now, the other party would not directly accept his statement due to his vigilance.

This was their first meeting five hundred years ago, and there was no basis for trust.

He didn't have a suitable identity.

However, not having an identity does not mean that you cannot fabricate one.

Bai Yu spread out his palm, and a longbow appeared.

"The Black Evil Bow... turns out to be a follower of the evil star." Huang Yanxia's eyes flickered slightly.

Luohou lived for a thousand years, so he naturally had followers five hundred years ago. The existence of this group for thousands of years can be regarded as proof of his identity.

Bai Yu acquiesced, looked at Huang Yanxia, ​​and said slowly: "There is evil energy in the Phoenix Terrace, I will be responsible for coming to check it out."

This reason is quite universal.

Huang Yanxia descended and stepped on the green grass. Only then did Bai Yu notice that she was not wearing any shoes and was walking barefoot in the ruins of weeds.

Bai Yu's excuse just now obviously triggered some kind of reaction from Huang Yanxia. She seemed to be lost in silence as if she was reminiscing. She lowered her eyes slightly, and the past events emerged before her eyes, scene after scene... After waiting for more than ten breaths, she raised her eyes and said quietly: "You are too late... She is already dead."

"Who died?" Bai Yu asked. He had no idea what had happened in the past five hundred years.

"Aren't you here to find Mo? Mo is already dead, isn't this answer enough?" Huang Yanxia asked back.

"I need to know the specific details before I can make a judgment." Bai Yu replied: "You also know that the Black Evil Archer always likes to get to the bottom of things. In order to cut off the possibility of the demon species surviving, he will not be done until he feels that it is truly dead."

This impolite attitude is actually very similar to that of the Black Evil Archer.

Huang Yanxia did not doubt Bai Yu's identity at this time. A completely unfamiliar saint holding the Black Evil Bow fits the established impression of the elusive Black Evil Bow Master. Moreover, the other party said that he came here in pursuit of evil spirits, which is entirely possible, although he came a little later.

"This matter is the secret of Fenghuangtai." Huang Yanxia said softly: "It should be buried here."

Bai Yu was noncommittal: "So?"

"I will give you an answer, but not now." Huang Yanxia was not yet mentally prepared to tell everything: "After receiving the guests today and the banquet, you can come here again and I will give you a satisfactory answer. It will only take a few hours. You should have this patience, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, she flew through the air with her sword, rising into the sea of ​​clouds and flew away.

Leaving Bai Yu standing there, he looked puzzledly in the direction where Huang Yanxia left, and then looked towards the location of the Bishuitan.

Walk to the deep pool, pick up a stone and throw it into the water, and ripples will appear on the water.

The detection feedback showed that there was nothing inside.

What was she reminiscing about here before?

……

After returning to the Phoenix Terrace, Feng Zhi came towards them, grabbed Huang Yanxia's wrist, and dragged her forward: "Hurry up and dress up. Today is so important to you and the Phoenix Terrace. How can you abandon the guests?"

"I'm going to see her. I have something to say..." Huang Yanxia replied softly.

"It's been so long, and you still can't let it go?"

"I'm not unable to let go, I just...I dream about her occasionally." Huang Yanxia covered her cheek with one hand: "I dream of her lying in the cold pool of water, sinking little by little, dreaming of the look in her eyes when she looked at me, dreaming of her sinking in the pitch-black darkness..."

Feng Zhi held Huang Yanxia's shoulders from behind and said softly, "Yanxia, ​​you did nothing wrong. She can't turn back. She has been possessed by a demon. She has killed her fellow disciples and is bloodthirsty. Dozens of lives have been taken... You should let it go and stop torturing yourself."

"Master, I have been asking myself a question... Did I really kill her?" Huang Yanxia asked in a low voice: "Is she really dead?"

Fengzhi was startled, then said with certainty: "She must be dead, there is no doubt about it, I saw it with my own eyes, you did it yourself, no one can survive in that situation."

After saying that, he gently pushed Huang Yanxia's back and said, "Go and dress up properly, and stop having random thoughts. You are the protagonist today, so you must not be absent. If you feel guilty about that child, then live a more wonderful life for her."

Huang Yanxia was pushed into the room. She walked to the dressing mirror, raised her eyes and looked at the scroll hanging in the room. In the scroll, there were two girls with their backs to each other, each holding a bouquet of flowers. They were leaning side by side, looking so similar, one was serious and the other was smiling brightly.

"...habitat..."

She whispered a name.

……

Dang Dang Dang——!
The firecrackers and gongs and drums sounded, and when Bai Yu returned to his seat at the Eight Immortals Table, he happened to meet Huang Yanxia who had appeared to meet the guests.

The disciples of Phoenix Terrace held flower baskets and scattered flower petals. The atmosphere was not lively but more beautiful.

A group of beautiful women were standing in fives and sixs, wearing flowing long skirts and hairpins. The beautiful clustering effect made many serious people stare in amazement.

Many women at the scene secretly stepped on the feet of the men next to them. Although they were very angry, they still had to keep smiling.

When Phoenix Yanxia appears, it is even more beautiful than all the other flowers, with a feeling of hundreds of shy flowers blooming on branches and thousands of clouds dispersing in the bright moon in the sky.

It’s just that her expression was too cold, and many people remembered the sword intent that soared into the sky rather than her appearance.

Just as Huang Yanxia was about to speak.

Suddenly there was a sound of porcelain breaking.

boom--!
It was obviously not caused by a slip of the hand, but the sound of someone deliberately throwing it to the ground, with a sharp impact. The discordant sound made the atmosphere at the scene a little stiff, and many people looked in the direction of the sound.

The overturned teacup fell to the ground, just one step away from Huang Yanxia. The splashing tea fell on the ground, but ignited a raging fire like hot oil!
It was clearly a deliberate provocation.

Many of the guests at the scene felt their hearts skip a beat, thinking that something good was about to happen.

Huang Yanxia's expression did not change. It was not because she had expected this but because she was naturally taciturn. She maintained the composure of a saint and took a light step to extinguish the burning flame.

"If anyone wants the title of Sword Master, they can just challenge me directly, and I will naturally accept it. There is no need to go through so much trouble to come and provoke me."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

A laughter like silver bells echoed in the mountains and sky.

Then, a shadow emerged from between the clouds. It looked very hazy under the projection of light. The light distorted its shape, which was very strange. However, in this strangeness, one could see a bit of charm.

Fengzhi couldn't help but yelled, "Who are you? You are playing tricks on me!"

She waved her sleeves and forcibly split the hazy clouds.

Then the figure hidden in the clouds appeared, as if two curtains were opened to reveal the beautiful figure on the stage. The woman was dressed in black, but her hair and skin were as white as snow, and her eyes and lips were painted with bright red rouge. She looked like a white-haired ghost, and only her eyes and lips were bright red on her pale face.

Although she was covered tightly in black clothes, her figure revealed a charm and grace that penetrated deep into her bones.

It was like a thousand-year-old enchanting female ghost sneering in the clouds, her face hidden by her long sleeves, her every move revealing her enchantment and unparalleled elegance.

But if you let your imagination run wild at this moment, you will fall into the trap of this thousand-year-old female ghost.

She clearly exuded strong resentment and anger.

After Bai Yu broke free from the charm of the enchanting beauty, he almost couldn't help but stand up at first glance.

so similar.

Almost exactly the same as Huang Qixia... no, exactly the same as Huang Yanxia.

"Yanxia." The white-haired female ghost in the clouds smiled charmingly: "I'm here to take back what belongs to me."

Huang Yanxia's expression changed for the first time. There was a storm in her eyes and heart, and her voice trembled slightly.

"...Qiyun."

(End of this chapter)