It is said that I convince people with reason

Because he could remember all the key points and key points just once, he once again fell into a situation of doubting life.

The pleasant (An Yan typed a row of question marks) and fulfilling days of cultivation passed like this.

…

The heavy snow on the Tianshan Mountains has never melted all year round, like layer after layer of white snow smeared between the sky and the earth. The past six years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

"No, you practiced wrong."

The wind and snow filled the sky, and the young man's clear voice spread along with the wind and snow: "This footwork pays attention to what is virtual and what is real, and what is real is virtual. It is constantly changing, and a 'phantom word' stands out, like you have already shackled it. Within the framework..."

Following this sound, the flying snow in the sky seemed to turn into countless flying swords, flying towards the figures on the snow at various incredible angles. Each sword pointed directly at its flaw. He was forced to constantly change his body shape, sometimes moving forward, sometimes retreating, and finally his clothes were cut open by a "sword", and he stopped completely, so embarrassed.

"call……"

An Yan exhaled a long breath of white air, lowered his head deeply, his voice was filled with respect and fear.

"Thank you, Young Sect Leader, for the tip."

The person in the distance slowly walked over. He actually controlled the flying snow with his true energy from hundreds of meters away, and made the incredible move just now.

An Yan has long been used to this.

At that time, he was ordered to teach the young sect master martial arts, but the status between the two changed in less than two years. In the past few years, it was the young sect leader who reminded him most of the time. And even the sect leader doesn’t know about this matter.

Even if An Yan claims to be the person who knows the details of the young sect leader best, he still doesn't understand how high his current level of cultivation is.

An Yan lowered his head respectfully. He couldn't hear the slightest footsteps of the visitor, and he didn't even know whether he was leaving or staying.

But his posture has not changed at all. If possible, he would even bend his waist deeply.

Perhaps other people only think that the young sect leader is extremely talented in martial arts, but he is a complete martial arts idiot. He has been practicing for many years just for revenge, and he admires the sect leader extremely. In addition, he is usually cold but also modest. He is really an excellent person. A person who is easy to get along with and easy to see through.

Thinking of having heard some people talking like this behind his back, An Yan almost wanted to laugh out loud.

These people have a huge misunderstanding of the Young Sect Master.

Only An Yan, who was the first to take the initiative to lean towards him, knew how unfathomable this young sect master was.

——Over the years, his rapid progress in martial arts cultivation, the "good friends" he has made in the Holy Sect, and even some of the things he did by the way when he went out to perform tasks, all came from this young sect master. Instruction.

Even so, he still found it difficult to fathom the young sect leader.

In front of him, An Yan seemed to have turned into an ordinary person with no cultivation. In the middle of the night, he opened the door of his house and faced the vast darkness outside the door. Curiosity and fear, inquiry and awe, all surged in my heart.

Too many secrets made An Yan's waist bend deeply. Until the young man's voice sounded faintly in his ears, the wind and snow seemed to disperse.

"Get ready, I'm going down the mountain."

Chapter 53 Grandmaster 5

At dusk, the distant mountains are red.

Scarlet clouds dyed the sky and mountains together, like blood spilling out of the sky.

Yan Feichi was running for his life.

He has been extremely talented since he was a child, and at a young age he has mastered the Jinghong Sword passed down from his family to perfection. Few ordinary martial arts masters can withstand twenty moves under his hand.

But at this moment, he was running for his life, like a rabbit that couldn't choose its path.

He is the only son of Yan Xing, the chief escort of the Jiangnan Escort Bureau. He is always greeted by everyone when he goes out. He always chooses food and clothing carefully. The sword he carries with him is enough to buy an entire restaurant. Even the carriage he travels in is different every day. .

But at this moment, even if his biological father was still alive and standing in front of him, he would not be recognized; even if he was a beggar with a dirty face and ragged clothes, he would not look like him. Even more embarrassed than him.

The horse under him was whining, and Yan Feichi whipped the whip fiercely, not caring that the horse he once regarded as a treasure became stained with blood and scarred.

The sounds of pursuit behind him were getting closer. Murderous aura filled the air along with the clouds.

The horse finally couldn't hold on anymore, let out a long neigh, and fell to the ground.

Yan Feichi was thrown to the ground violently. He didn't care about anything else. The moment he landed, he rolled on the ground, raised up on his toes, and jumped out.

He was sure that in the past eighteen years, his Qing Gong had never been so fast or so good.

After passing through the dense forest and passing through the path, Yan Feichi saw a dilapidated temple.

The twilight spreads like blood on the temple.

Yan Feichi couldn't tell whether what he saw was the afterglow of the sunset or the blood gushing out of his body.

He couldn't hold on any longer, and staggered in with injuries all over his body.

At this time, Yan Feichi discovered that there was someone in the temple.

That was a pair of master and servant.

The middle-aged man, dressed as a servant, looked ordinary and was collecting firewood on the ground.

His breath was flat, and he looked like a woodcutter who had lost his way in the mountains, but his hands were strong and strong; his movements in collecting firewood were fast and calm, and his smooth fingertips were not scratched at all.

At first glance, this is a pair of extraordinary hands. A person with such hands is by no means a simple person.

And the identity of a person who can take such a master as his servant is naturally even more complicated.

Yan Feichi seemed to have grasped the last straw and walked a few more steps towards the two of them, then stumbled and fell down: "Help..." Help me!

He raised his head, the rest of the words stuck in his throat.

The previous servant was collecting firewood in front, covering most of the master behind him. Yan Feichi could only see a section of his flawless white sleeves.

But now facing this man face to face, Yan Feichi finally saw his face clearly.

That was a very young and handsome young man.

His eyes were sparse, and he was sitting quietly under the altar. His snow-white light clothes were casually spread on the dry straw. There was a bit of nonchalance in his expression, but he felt like he was in a golden hall. In the Jade Palace, the statues on the altar turned into clumsy fakes.

Even in this desperate situation, Yan Feichi couldn't help but marvel - there are such people in this world!

Perhaps he was seriously injured and his mind was relaxed. When Yan Feichi stumbled and fell, his body rushed forward uncontrollably and fell on the young master.

For a moment, an untimely thought came to his mind: "How many days have it been since I changed my clothes? If I was struck out by someone with a palm, would I have died at the hands of my enemy?" ‌But he’s going to die here?”

Yan Feichi's untimely worries were obviously unnecessary.

He had no chance to get close to the young master. A piece of firewood suddenly stuck out from the side of the ground. He simply picked it up and tripped him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a strong and powerful hand lifted up his collar and lifted him up until he was ten steps away from the young master.

Yan Feichi was thrown to the ground and watched as the unattractive middle-aged servant cleaned up the young master, lit the firewood, and then stood aside without any expert demeanor, as if A loyal and vicious dog.

"Young Master, does this person want to..."

He glanced at the embarrassed Yan Feichi with disgust, bowed his head respectfully to the young master, and spoke in a soft voice when asking, but with murderous intent.

It seemed that as long as the young master nodded slightly, he would take Yan Feichi's life without hesitation.

That would never be more troublesome than picking up a piece of firewood.

Yan Feichi was so nervous that his breathing became rapid.

The white-clothed young man glanced at him and said, "This ruined temple does not belong to my family. Even if we are reunited by fate, there is no need to scream for beating or killing. It will ruin the scenery."

Yan Feichi took a breath, a look of gratitude appeared in his eyes, and was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed. ♦This work is compiled and uploaded by Situtu and online readers.

At dusk, bursts of plum blossom fragrance suddenly drifted in, and the murderous aura wafted along with the fragrance of flowers, everywhere like twilight.

He slowly stood up holding the knife, looked in the direction of the temple door, and sighed helplessly:

"This young master is so kind. Yan really wishes he could have gotten to know someone like him sooner. It's a pity that the person who brought trouble to the scenery... has already arrived."

As the sun sets, several figures have appeared at the door.

Those were three men in purple.

Several people stood neatly at the door. Their clothes were made of fine silk and satin. Even the swords around their waists were gleaming with cold light. There were several huge gems inlaid on the hilt, which was extremely extraordinary. At first glance, he doesn't really look like a killer, but rather like a young man from a wealthy family.

These three people wore the same half-iron mask on their faces, with only a pair of eyes exposed. Even their body shapes were very similar, and they looked like brothers born from the same child.

"Master Yan, please."

The man in purple in the middle slowly drew out his sword, his tone was very polite, but his movements were not at all polite.

"...Someone is waiting for you."

Yan Feichi clenched the handle of the knife and said coldly: "Who is that person? Who ordered you to take action?"

He sighed: "It takes at least a hundred taels of gold to assign purple-clad assassins, and there are three of them at one time. It's so arrogant! Who is that person?"

"In our line of work, the most important thing is to be strict with your mouth." The man in purple shook his head imperceptibly, "If the young escort wants to know, it's better to go and ask in person! Please -"

As the last word fell, the three of them took out their swords almost at the same time. The timing, movement, and even the strength of the sword thrust were all integrated and in perfect harmony, completely sealing Yan Feichi in the middle.

Three rays of sword light enveloped him head-on.

"I don't want to leave, so you can't take me away!"

Yan Feichi shouted sharply, with veins popping out on his face. Regardless of the blood spurting out of his body, he drew his sword with his backhand and faced it. However, when he saw a shocking silhouette of a sword rising into the air, he did not hesitate. Facing the sword light, he looked like he was fighting for his life.

In doing so, he turned passivity into initiative. The three people who originally planned to capture him alive were tied up.

For a while, the scene was deadlocked.

Suddenly, a faint aroma wafted over from the temple.

But the master and servant, who were ignored by both sides, actually lit the firewood and were roasting a fat rabbit. The middle-aged servant, who looked unremarkable, also took out a pile of neatly arranged seasonings, turning the rabbit with one hand and evenly spreading the seasonings with the other hand.

With the sound of "sizzling", a stronger fragrance spread, and someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The faces of the three purple-clothed men had completely changed. The half of their faces exposed under the masks began to turn red and twisted, and their eyes were full of anger.

As if they had suffered an unbearable humiliation.

The purple-clothed man in the lead screamed: "Since you don't want to leave, then stay together!"

Before the voice fell, a sword light flew up from the airtight sword net and slashed towards the two men, bringing them into the attack range as well.

The sword light was like a dense rainstorm, or like thunder and lightning bombardment in the sky, one layer after another.

The surging air currents stirred up a strong wind, and the flames in front of the two people suddenly jumped up. The servant who was roasting meat silently suddenly raised his palm.

Sparks flew out in the sky, hitting the three purple-clothed men with incredible precision, forcing the three to draw their swords to defend themselves. His figure suddenly