I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 397 Chapter 401 Clues and clues (2 more)
From time to time, there are cranes, falcons and other birds leaping from the clouds and mists to and fro between the mountains.

Yu's goshawk, Xia's crane.

The breeding of flying poultry has been going on for more than one day, but it is not as large as the Yuchao Poultry Division.

On a low hill, Zhong Taihang, one of the guests of Prince Wu's Mansion, walked in the forest, looked up from time to time, and then carefully explored, walking through remote areas.

Among them, he held a broken blade in his hand.

This piece of blade was once used by Li Ye, the blade sang and trembled, and it bloomed with a strange breath of true energy, as if it was moving towards a certain direction.

His figure flew and disappeared into the forest in front of him.

"Wow"

In the distance, there are trees falling down, and birds startled.

The figure shuttled quickly, and the direction seemed to be heading straight for the ruined village in the distance, and further away, there was a green mountain peak hidden.

After the people left, there was a cry of cranes in the sky.

Not long after, the branches trembled, and a person approached in a short while.

"here?"

Yang Shun couldn't help frowning, looking at the abandoned village in the distance, half-believing, thinking that Mrs. Zhong might be guiding him on purpose.

After all, in this region, all forces are mixed.

The arrival of Li Yisheng cannot be concealed from everyone. The identity of the only son is destined to be the focus of attention of all parties, and his entourage is naturally also the target of serious suspicion.

This abandoned village was searched a long time ago, but no one found anything strange.

Go to the mountain.

The broken blade in Zhong Tai's hand shattered with a 'click' and fell to the ground.

"Here, it seems normal."

Everything in front of me looks like an ordinary mountain peak.

His figure flashed, and he jumped up, but just as his foot stepped on the canopy, his eyes widened with anger and panic.

"not good."

With both palms condensing the qi, the zhenqi in his body was circulating rapidly, forming a zhenqi shield on the body surface.

With his footsteps empty, he hastily adjusted his figure, stepping on the wind.

It's just that Mrs. Zhong is doing nothing in all these actions.

Strange aura, the air is distorting, he seems to have fallen into another space, the world has changed, what he saw before was completely hallucinatory, the big trees, weeds...all fake.

The bare mountain peaks, the artificial traces of the torch pillar, the stone house, the cave... everything told him that he might have made meritorious deeds.

Maybe King Wu is in this place?

Fine dust and hot breath suddenly appeared.

The wildfire roared.

This mountain fire that wrapped Zhong Tai without even a chance burned all the qi that protected his body in an instant. In this fire, he was no different from an ordinary person.

The fire consumed him.

Finally, it turned into a piece of dust and fell to the ground.

Not long after, a crane shadow flew over from the sky, making a cry in the sky, as if urging.

It flew around high above the sky, as if it did not enter the range of the mountain attack.

call.

The figure floated by, and Yang Shun stood in front of the mountain peak, looked down at the traces under his feet, they were still very new, he dared to conclude that there was a person who stayed here for a short time not long ago, and picked up the broken blade fragments from the ground.

"What about people?"

He whispered to himself, looking up at the hovering crane above.

Not being stupid, he understood that he might have found a place.

Suddenly, Yang Shun's body sank suddenly, discarding the fragments of the broken blade, and the saber in his hand clanged out of its sheath, turning into a cold light and slashing towards the forest behind him.

"Bah."

The sword light was like flowing water, but it was caught by two fingers.

"Don't be so fierce, I just happened to pass by."

The poor scholar said with a smile.

Hu Chi.

The donkey who stayed with him seemed to be talking about something.

"My lord, the villain doesn't know I'm an adult. Tang Zhui still hopes that my lord will forgive me."

Feeling that the saber in his hand was loosened, Yang Shun folded his arms and saluted to apologize.

The poor scholar didn't say anything, but walked up to Yang Shun, fanned his feather fan, and his eyes fell on the mountain peak, his eyes flickering, as if he wanted to see through the entire mountain peak.

"Whoa, whoa"

The donkey bit the poor scholar's trousers, yelling hurriedly as if to explain something.

He has the same mind with the donkey, and when the donkey sticks his butt, he knows the general meaning of the donkey.

The poor scholar sighed softly, he moved his feet like a rabbit, and didn't even have time for Yang Shun to react. With a tap of the feather fan, it directly touched Yang Shun's dantian Qi sea, and the violent true energy instantly destroyed Yang Shun.

There was still fear in Yang Xun's eyes, the sea of ​​energy in his dantian was broken, and in the next second, he was dead.

The strength gap between him and the poor scholar is too great.

Standing in front of the mountain, he was about to jump up, but before he knew what he was doing, the donkey grabbed his trouser leg.

Whoosh, whoosh.

It kept calling.

"You mean you can't walk up?"

The poor scholar looked down at the donkey, and he understood that this domestic donkey, which was raised by the elixir and Lingzhi, was sometimes more powerful than the donkey in some indescribable abilities such as danger perception.

"Whoosh."

The donkey nodded.

The poor scholar waited quietly for a while, walked around the mountain peak, kept looking at it, and looked at the mountain peak in front of him.

The more he looked, the more he saw something different.

The mountain is a bit fake.

If it wasn't for the donkey's reminder, he would have almost lost his way.

"Ok!"

The poor scholar collected his true energy, flicked his wrist, and spread out the feather fan. On it was a document written in ink that he used purple sand, spiritual plants and many other materials over and over again.

Without moving, he waved his arm.

True Qi washes away the words on the lupine like running water, transforming into true Qi characters one by one, converging into a river, and then forking, with exhaling wind and waves, extremely layered.

up middle down.

The fire started, and the vision receded.

Some texts on the lower level passed through, but some seemed to be in the wrong direction and were burned.

Through observation, the poor scholar is sure that the mountain in front of him is the ancient secret place, or the secret place of the Zhou Dynasty.

There is only one big force that can do this kind of method that even he has concealed.

Therefore, Zhou only had the background to come up with this in the previous Zhou Dynasty. As for sects, it is not that he underestimated sects, but in today's era, sects are not mainstream forces, and few have such capabilities.

"If it goes on like this, the terror will startle other people."

The poor scholar withdrew his hands, watched the last zhenqi text disappear, and muttered softly.

The blow just now was a bit loud.

But fortunately, he can already confirm that people can only go up the mountain safely along a specific mountain road.

He squinted his eyes slightly, knowing that there was no rush.

After the vision recovered, the poor scholar kept waving his feather fan on the premise of not causing any big disturbances, and the words of true energy flew into the mountain intermittently, and moved forward little by little along the proven safe route.

Just in the process of groping, time passed overnight.

county seat.

Temporarily staying in another courtyard, in front of the yard.

Li Yiyi wiped his sword. He knew that he was the focus of all forces' attention, so when he came here, he made a big fuss, and secretly sent insignificant people in the mansion to investigate.

It was supposed to be a daily report.

Last night, Mrs. Zhong lost the news. Mrs. Zhong, who had been in Yu's house secretly for ten years, was Li Yisheng's confidant, so he placed high hopes on Mrs. Zhong.

He was thinking whether to secretly send someone to follow Zhong Tai's whereabouts, or to make a high profile.

Each choice has pros and cons, the scarf stops.

"Everyone is back." One person came and said.

This sound made him make up his mind at the same time, Li Yisheng stood up, grabbed his sword and left, "Everyone follow me."

(End of this chapter)