I want to embrace the moon for nine days

The next time Su Hanshan saw his physical body was in the Feiliu Sword Sect.

His physical body was indeed taken back to the martial arts hall by his second uncle and the others and kept secretly.

However, after the death of Situ Daozi, Situ Yuntao gave Zen Master Guangming some relief and asked them to rush to Feiliu Sword Sect.

There have been too many things going on in Xueling recently, and Situ Yuntao had to do some calculations, and put together a lot of things that could be done together.

The carriages and horses galloped along the road in the fields, getting closer and closer to the four mountains of Feiliu Sword Sect.

The pavilions and pavilions on the mountain, the flowers and trees in the stream, and the Jianchi Courtyard all become clearer in the thin mist.

At the foot of the tall mountain gate halfway up the mountain, Zuo Longsheng saw the carriages and horses galloping towards him. He glanced past Su Tieyi and Zen Master Guangming, and couldn't help but fall on a brave and vigorous girl wearing a strong sword.

The girl had also seen him. Although the horse was still galloping and not stopping when she sat down, her hands were shaking the reins to urge the horse, but she paused and was in a daze.

Fortunately, this horse is well-trained. When it reaches the foot of the mountain and in front of the stone steps, it will naturally slow down and stop without the owner reining in the horse.

"father!"

Zuo Xiangyun's eyelashes trembled, and when she came to her senses, her eyes were already warm and sour. Although she had heard the news about her father on the road, she still couldn't control herself when they really reunited.

She wiped a handful on her face, turned over, dismounted, ran away, and threw herself into Zuo Longsheng's arms.

Zuo Longsheng also had some sore eyes. He touched Zuo Xiangyun's hair, patted his back and comforted him in a low voice.

After Su Tieyi dismounted, he waited for a moment and saw the father and daughter expressing their long separation before lifting up the big red stone on the car and approaching it.

"The lieutenant is next to the sword pond on the top of the cliff in the east mountain."

Zuo Longsheng held his daughter's hand and said with a smile, "I will guide you."

Everyone in the Feiliu Sword Sect has been jointly controlled by Zuo Longsheng and people from several nearby counties. After a group of people are eliminated, most of them will be sent to do labor.

Therefore, there are not many people dressed as Sword Sect disciples on the mountain. Instead, there are many fast-moving clerks running around carrying various boxes and documents, very busy.

Others were measuring the land, registering all the exotic medicinal fields collected by the Feiliu Sword Sect, drawing maps, and checking the numbers.

But few people get close to the place on the top of the cliff on Dongshan Mountain.

Except for a sword pond, there were no buildings or fields there, and because Liu Zhaoheng was often there, teaching Liu Zhicheng and others sword skills, over the years, the sword intention penetrated that land.

As long as people get close to it, they will feel cold all over their body, and their skin will feel as uncomfortable as needle pricks.

Zuo Longsheng was worried about his daughter, so he stopped when he was seven or eight steps away from the top of the stone steps and did not actually go to the top of the cliff.

Su Tieyi has rough skin and thick flesh, and has advanced rapidly in the realm of true form. The secrets of hundreds of schools in the Southern Song Dynasty and the Six Tao Sutras of the Heavenly Yin Talisman have allowed him to complete the tempering of the bones, flesh, skin, and internal organs of his whole body. He only has one brain left, and he still needs to rely on the gods. The concept of soul is to work hard.

The sharp and cold remnants of the sword energy on the cliff were like taking a shower under a cool waterfall. It was so relaxing that all the pores in his body relaxed.

"coming."

Situ Yuntao turned around, said hello, and raised his hand to grasp.

The large flaming stone, which was as tall as a person, immediately floated into the air and disintegrated like smoke, revealing Su Hanshan with his robe fluttering underneath, his hair neatly crowned, and his eyes closed.

Although it has been sealed for a long time, and there is still no soul in the body, once it is unsealed, this body will automatically start breathing.

The complexion is rosy, the chest rises slightly, the breathing is deep and rhythmic, and the pure Yang skill naturally grows in the body, bit by bit, thread by thread, the more mellow it becomes.

Situ Yuntao's right eye lit up, and a shadow flew out of his eyes and fell into his body.

"call!"

Su Hanshan's eyelids moved, he opened his eyes, and felt the perfect fit with his body with every breath.

Although not as powerful as Situ Yuntao's physical body, he was still in this physical body, which made his soul the most comfortable.

There is a grounded and satisfying feeling of being in complete control.

He adjusted his body slightly, fell back to the ground, stamped his feet, raised his arms, turned his wrists, moved his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's not bad. After being sealed in the stone for so long, I don't feel any stiffness or discomfort at all. That's it." A little thirsty."

Su Tieyi knew his nephew's hobbies well, so he chuckled lightly and instead of giving him the gourd, he took out a pack of plums from his sleeve.

"Thank you, uncle."

Su Hanshan's eyes lit up, he dropped a plum into his mouth and nodded slightly.

"You have a sweet tooth. This taste is relatively rare in the North."

Situ Yuntao shook his head slightly and said, "However, this Feiliu Sword Sect specially diverts spring water and grows a plum blossom forest. If you live here for a while, you can personally taste the fun of forming and pickling plums."

The Feiliu Sword Sect is located between the three counties and is too far away from the county government. It is not difficult to control the remaining manpower of the Feiliu Sword Sect, search the treasure house, and take stock of the property.

However, we must ensure that this territory is changed smoothly and that Feiliu Sword Sect’s treasures for so many years are not secretly coveted by some interested people, who cover their heads and take advantage of the situation.

Then Situ Yuntao would have to come in person to be a sufficient deterrent.

As for the follow-up, it is best for Zuo Longsheng to live here permanently, and Su Hanshan can also live here for one more time to provide security.

"Money and silk are very attractive. What's more, there are forces from overseas demonic countries on the other side of the East China Sea, and they are going to war with the imperial army. The battlefield will not directly spread to the vicinity, but it is likely to cause further chaos in the surrounding areas."

Situ Yuntao turned around and said, "After the turmoil in Xueling, on the whole, we have lost some masters. In order to enhance our foundation, we should not delay the development of the Sword Tomb ruins any longer."

"Besides, there is something in the sword grave, which I made an appointment with you, junior brother."

Su Hanshan chewed the plum blossoms, his bulging cheeks became silent, and his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Yes."

Zuo Longsheng, who was standing on the stone steps chatting with his daughter, also heard the conversation, patted his daughter on the shoulder, and came over.

"After this period of recuperation, I am ready and can assist in sensing the sword tomb ruins at any time."

"Then now!"

Situ Yuntao shouted softly and slashed towards the cliff with one palm.

I saw the vast clouds and mist under the cliff suddenly cracking, but what emerged from the crack was not the scenery at the bottom of the mountain, but a twisted halo, which looked like green but not green, and looked like gold but not gold.

Like an aurora streamer, slowly emerging.

Situ Yuntao used Liu Zhaoheng's body to sit here for a long time and studied matters related to the sword tomb. With his cultivation in the realm of the gods, he can now sense the location of the sword tomb if he makes a direct move.

But being able to sense it doesn't mean it can be opened.

This is the time for Zuo Longsheng to play his role.

I saw Zuo Longsheng's hands forming a seal, with the backs of his hands arched, his fingertips together, his thumbs drawn in, like a turtle shell, and then his fingers suddenly flicked and spread apart.

In most seals, doing this action symbolizes lotus, flames, etc.

But Zuo Longsheng's movement caused water droplets to fly in the air as his fingertips flicked.

The afterimages of the palm and fingers, mixed with the water drops, make this seal look like a splash after a heavy object falls into the water.

As soon as the water splash is released, it closes, turns into a turtle shell again, sinks downward, and gradually reaches the Dantian.

The black turtle fell into the water and fell into the sea of ​​​​qi, which was the return home!

The aurora under the cliff suddenly trembled, and countless traces appeared on the surface.

Originally, it was said to be like a streamer, just a vague outline. In fact, the aurora is extremely smooth, with no gaps at all.

But now, the texture of silk fabric really appears in the aurora, as if it is made up of thousands of thin threads swimming and weaving.

The guard formation of the Sword Tomb is a mixture of all the swordsmanship moves of the Xilu Sword Sect and several bloodline talent paths.

Zuo Longsheng's bloodline coincides with one of the bloodline talents, and he has also practiced the Xuangui Hanzhang Sword Jue, which can resonate.

Even just the resonance of one of the threads allowed Situ Yuntao to grasp the clue.

He pointed like a sword, stabbing in the air repeatedly, and the aurora streamer was twisted here and there by his sword energy.

After twisting and twisting, the curved parts were pulled inward, making the entire aurora streamer look completely straightened.

Situ Yuntao slashed with his palms, and the sword energy disappeared, but the Aurora Ribbon split neatly from the middle, and an oval portal bloomed.

What is exposed through the portal is like a miniature mountain scenery. "Walk!"

Situ Yuntao crushed his feet, and a huge red cloud evaporated. Not only did it lift all the people on the cliff into the air, it also protected Zuo Xiangyun who was left on the stone steps and pulled him to one place.

The red cloud flew into the sky and fell into the portal.

The moment he passed through the portal, the originally miniature mountain scenery suddenly became larger.

They appeared above a brand new mountainous area, which was completely different from the mountainous terrain where Feiliu Sword Sect was currently located.

But after landing, Su Hanshan noticed that the soil and stone here were clearly the same type as those in Feiliu Sword Sect.

The formation ruins are different from the void secret realm.

The Secret Realm of the Void is a vast space carved out of nothingness by an extremely powerful person within his own body. It was originally just a small dot that seemed to exist or die, but it has been expanded and strengthened to the point where it can contain cities, mountains and rivers.

The formation ruins are just the opposite. They are some powerful sects who used the mountain-protecting formation to fold up the space that originally existed in nature, making it impossible for outsiders to pry into it.

Therefore, since ancient times, in troubled times, certain mountains, rivers and rivers have often disappeared overnight.

When people in a certain city woke up, they suddenly discovered that another city that was supposed to be a hundred miles away had become their neighbor. The original large land between the two cities seemed to no longer exist.

That is, someone activated this type of formation and wanted to protect their own sect.

Unfortunately, the formation ruins are called ruins because most of the sect disciples who used this method did not survive.

After all, for a powerful sect that can fold space to be forced to such a low level, it must be because it has offended a more powerful enemy. In troubled times, even if you can't find where your sect's secret place is, rely on it. By casting a curse based on the connection with people in the same sect, the people hiding in the folded space can also be cursed to death.

In every round of troubled times, it is also the time when the way of curse is most prevalent and shows its greatest achievements.

The Xilu Sword Sect is obviously a sect that has not been able to withstand the curse.

In this formation space, there are huge collapsed palaces everywhere, the skeletons of swordsmen wearing the same clothes who killed each other, and the swords nailed to the entire cliff.

The place where Su Hanshan and the others landed was on the top of a mountain.

There is a palace foundation in the center of the top of the mountain, covered with dust. The original walls and roof have been shattered into pieces.

There are more than a dozen white skeletons dressed in Confucian robes sitting cross-legged on the foundation, all with their palms pressed against the ground.

In a large fan-shaped area in front of them, thousands of sword-shaped stone spikes emerged from the rocky ground, and some of the stone spikes still had incomplete skeletons hanging on them.

This scene has been frozen for more than five hundred years.

But as soon as Su Hanshan and the others landed, the white bones sitting cross-legged in Confucian robes suddenly fell apart, and a sword-shaped light flew out from each spine.

The sword light was originally blue and white, but there were wisps of black energy surrounding it, as if it had a roaring sound.

It's all resentment.

I don’t know what kind of curse was on them back then, but after more than five hundred years, so many sword spirits with strong resentment have spawned.

"Humph!"

Zuo Longsheng was the first to take action, swinging his wide sleeves forward.

His robes were all rummaged from the Feiliu Sword Sect's treasury. They were top-grade silk and satin, as light as rice paper. However, with this flick, it seemed as if countless heavy mercury had been poured into the gaps in the silk. There was a muffled thunder-like sound.

More than a dozen sword spirits were immediately frightened, spinning around in the air like ordinary people drunk, colliding with each other and making clanging sounds.

There was a hint of resentment in Zuo Longsheng's eyes, but when he saw that he had frightened all the sword spirits with just one move, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

He looked around and saw the scenery of mountains and fields in the distance, with a look of sadness on his face.

When they accidentally broke into this secret realm of sword graves, they were not the ones they encountered.

In terms of quality, it was even worse than these dozens of sword spirits, but there were too many of them, and everyone in the escort team would be killed or injured in an instant.

He and Su Chaodong, both in the ladder realm, failed to protect the people around them. They themselves were injured, and they fought and left, only struggling for a while longer.

If I had had this strength back then...it's a pity that there is no if...

"Uncle Zuo!"

Su Hanshan was also looking outside the mountain, "Can you find out where you were?"

Situ Yuntao clasped his hands in his sleeves: "I can take you to fly high again and travel around in a circle."

"No need!"

Zuo Longsheng raised his hand and pointed, "It's over there."

The red clouds flew up again, and not long after, they reached the sky above a forest of steles.

The entire hillside is covered with stone monuments, the big ones are more than ten feet high, and the small ones are as high as three or four feet.

But most of them were broken to the ground, and there were many signs of fire.

There are also carts with wheels cut off, horse bones broken in half, and humanoid skeletons covered with scars, scattered among this forest of steles.

Looking at the clothing styles left on those human bones, they are completely different from those of the disciples of the Xilu Sword Sect.

Su Hanshan saw the skeleton under one of the broken monuments, wearing a robe from memory, with a blue steel sword stuck beside him.

The sword had a pine-like texture on the hilt, and the end of the hilt was carved into the shape of a small incense burner. The sword's guard was shaped like the wings of a crane, delicately carved.

It was the Songhe Ancient Sword, a weapon left behind by the founder of the Songhe Martial Arts School. It was said to be made of mica light steel mixed with a kind of underground wind cave lapis lazuli. Apart from its exceptionally tough texture, there was nothing else. benefit.

But Su Chaodong couldn't let go of the sword and refused to leave any blood stains on the sword.

Now the sword was stuck in the blood-stained black soil, but the owner could no longer control it.

"Second uncle, Xiangyun!"

Su Hanshan suddenly said, "Please wait a while before going down."

Before he finished speaking, he flew out of the red cloud, controlled the airflow, and landed next to the skeleton.

despair!
As soon as his footsteps touched this land, a faint sword chant sounded in his ears.

The tip of the sword emerged from between the earth and rocks, and the blade of the sword emerged from the inscription.

The broken stone tablet exuded murderous aura, and the bleak wind made the grass in the soil turn gray.

Su Hanshan turned a deaf ear to all this, and just half-knelt beside the skeleton, holding the hilt of the Songhe Ancient Sword.

Threads of black smoke rose from the forest of stele, and the sword spirits emitting various colors of light appeared completely. In the midst of their excitement, they flew towards Su Hanshan like a school of fish eager to eat people.

The ice-blue "卍" character print suddenly bloomed on the ground, and the seven-round meditation barrier of black ice almost enveloped the entire forest of steles.

All sword spirits are frozen in the ice blue world.

Su Hanshan slowly pulled out the Songhe Ancient Sword. The sword's stains faded away inch by inch as it was unearthed.

The barrier is changing, from dark blue to pure blue, pure blue to red, red to golden, golden to bright white.

The entire process of the five elements' rotation does not involve any internal force. It is purely spiritual power.

The bones and clothes were not damaged at all, but the sword spirits had changed from agitated murderous intent to shrill wails.

The benefits of Sword Spirit are many.

But all the sword spirits in this forest of steles should not be left behind.

Su Hanshan placed the neat Songhe Sword in the skeletal hand. The white finger bones grasped the hilt of the sword, and his hand grasped the skeletal hand.

"Dad, I'm here to take you home."

The bright white barrier vibrated, and all the sword spirits in the stone monument were shattered.

The barrier is gone, but the breeze remains the same, no longer chilling, only gentle.

(End of this chapter)