One Sword Nine Ya

Chapter 1 Canglang

The sky was very cloudy, and he was heavily pressed on the top of the cliff, responding to the continuous sound of the waves.

There were two figures on the mountain road, and the voice came from afar: "My lord—let's leave the beautiful flower building aside, what are we doing in such a plague-stricken place in the wilderness?"

He is a handsome boy, but unfortunately his tone and expression are very blunt, and he has to be matched with a straight male duck voice to be considered suitable.

The handsome young man in brocade clothes closed his hand with a fan painted on listening to the waves, and the gold-plated fan handle was aimed at the young servant's head, and he was about to hit him—unfortunately, the young servant tilted his head to avoid it, but the young master's delicate and tender wrist was innocent Being implicated, he was slapped by the heavy fan pendant.

"Uninformed little thing." He didn't see anger, but even smiled a bit unseriously, "Naturally there are good things, Ah Hui, can the young master hurt you?"

"I have been hurt," Wen Hui replied truthfully: "Poor Ah Hui. I have been responsible for the young master since I was a child. I was taught by the wife and the young lady in turn. I worked hard. You sneaked to Canglangya, young master, and I followed you without saying a word. Here But there is a disaster, and people will die!"

"Then do you know why there are disasters here?"

Ah Hui shook his head: "I don't know."

The young master lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I heard that it's because of the Sea-Monster's disturbance..."

"Scared!" Ah Hui was startled by him, waved his hands again and again, and made a gesture to turn around and leave: "Then you can find your own death - I'll go back to Moon City first, I haven't married Xiaotao yet, I'm so sorry for my life! "

"What did you say?" The handle of the fan hit the real point this time, after the young master hit that, he unfolded the fan with a "shua" sound and continued to move forward.He has a tall and straight figure, with white jade hanging from his waist, wide sleeves and flowing clouds, and his black hair is loose, blending with the boundless mountain scenery of the world and the surrounding fields.

Ah Hui let out an "ah" in his heart. His son is a well-known madman in Yuecheng. It's not that there is something wrong with his head. His parents, eldest brother and second sister were holding their ears to teach him a lesson, and he combed his hair and dressed in his room, admonishing him on etiquette.

But he grew up with the young master since he was a child, and he didn't know what strange eye problems he had. Not only did he not think that the young master was crazy, but he also felt that this person was born with an incompatible fairy spirit, as if he would float to the sky at any time.

The young master smiled and said: "But I also heard that the Canglang Village under the Canglang Cliff suffers from sea monsters. They used ancient methods to summon immortals, and they will arrive soon."

Ah Hui was thinking about "immortal energy" and so on in his heart, when he first heard this sentence, he felt a sudden shock in his heart, and he didn't want to ridicule him for hearing it and talking nonsense.

"Then, son, what do you want?"

"Of course I wait for the immortal to come, kneel down three times and knock down nine times, begging him to accept me as an apprentice, and travel around the world." The young master said this confidently and arrogantly, as if he had become a high-ranking apprentice of a certain immortal, but it was a pity Afterwards, he was knocked out of his original shape, staggered, and had to be supported by a servant.

After hearing this, Ah Hui didn't dare to speak out.The son of his family was born with bad luck, choked his throat when he drank water, bit his mouth when he ate meat, sprained his feet on flat ground, hated cats and dogs, but he himself had a peculiarity since he was a child, and his premonitions came true—mostly used to communicate with his son When an innocent being chased by a dog decides which way to go, the wife of the family often jokes that "it is counteracting the bad luck of this little evil animal who doesn't know what is good or bad, and is guilty of everything".

The two master and servant found a family to rest in Canglang Village, and they rested for three days.

Canglang Cliff is located on the edge of this island, adjacent to the vast ocean. The villagers of Canglang depend on fishing for their livelihood, and everyone has a lot of strength. Even the girl from this family who has not left the court is much stronger than the two people from the city.

Ah Hui looked at the girl swinging her arms to chop wood in the courtyard. The knife in her hand was extremely sharp, shining silver, and she was aggressive. The chopping of firewood was like chopping vegetables, and she was terrified: "Can she find her husband's house? I can't mess with this." Only a strong man like Xiaotao can marry!"

"No and no," the young master retorted slowly, "the sky and the earth are low, the mountains and the mountains are flat—here people depend on the sky for their food, and the girls are virtuous and kind, and they are good at washing and cooking, and they still have a lot of strength. He is also a good fisherman, and the people of Canglang Village might have to cross the threshold to ask for marriage."

He purposely raised his voice in the last few sentences, and the girl raised her hair on her forehead, and smiled towards the window, but her facial features were well-groomed, revealing a simple and innocent look.

"Have you promised anyone?" The young master asked her.

The girl's face turned red with embarrassment, and her voice was like a mosquito: "I have promised."

"How are you? I will come to Canglang Village again in the future. If he bullies you, just tell your brother, and I will definitely beat you back!" the young master said, waving his fan.

Ah Hui saw his young master's behavior, even in the wild villages and towns, he was so shameless, unconcerned about beauty and ugliness, flirting with good family members with empty words, he couldn't help curling his lips.

"Hello." The girl lowered her head and answered in a low voice, then raised her head after a while: "Tonight is when the sea monsters come out, Mr. Chen be careful not to go to the seaside."

The young master took her lead and started to ask about the sea monsters. He learned that for the past half a year, the sea monsters will definitely show up on the first and fifteenth day of each month, causing dangerous disturbances. .

"Our village chief has invited the fairy chief to come, and this is about the few times." After the girl finished chopping firewood, she folded her arms and left in front of the two of them.

"Young master, you are amazing." Ah Hui raised a thumb to his young master: "Your words are really accurate, where did you find out?"

"The old cripple fortune-teller on the street corner—the one who was chased out of eight streets by Wang Butcher with a knife last time when he miscalculated." The young master replied seriously.

Ah Hui: "..."

This young man surnamed Chen moved a chair and sat down under the tree in the courtyard. He closed his eyes and didn't know if he was asleep or awake. When he opened them again, it was almost dusk.

The sky was a bit dark red, the setting sun reluctantly showed its face when it was about to set, the sea breeze gradually cooled and the waves surged, big waves slapped on the reef one after another, splashing white waves as high as ten feet high.

"My darling," Ah Hui opened his mouth wide, watched the sea surface churning, and slapped the thick tentacles that smashed the reef: "This is the sea monster—it's really disgusting."

From some house in the east, a child's shrill cry was heard, which was very frightening.

At this moment, the doors of every house are closed and the lights are brightly lit. They are anxiously looking forward to getting through it safely, and also looking forward to the early arrival of the "fairy head" in the village chief's mouth.

"My lord, you said that the immortal elders don't care about these things? I heard that the immortal elders themselves are in a very chaotic world!"

The young master waved his fan slowly, and cast a sidelong glance at Ah Hui: "Where are you hearing this?"

"Mr. Storyteller in the Fourteenth Square, you have been following that old cripple recently. It has been a long time since you have listened to Mr. Storytelling." Ah Hui said with a chuckle: "That day Miss sent me to buy pearl hairpins, and I was listening to a passage." No one in Futian Palace is called the emperor, and Mr. Lanshan wants to replace him', it is said that they have no leader in the immortal world, but all those who have a little ability occupy the land and dominate, and I will appear on the stage after you sing-Mr. Zhou is very talkative!"

The young master seemed a little interested: "This is interesting, please tell me carefully."

Ah Hui imitated the storyteller and tapped on the tea plate, dancing and dancing.

"Mr. said this: In ancient times, the ways of immortals and humans are irrelevant and different. If you walk through the Tao of Shuhe, you will be the monarch of the world. If you climb the road of Tongtian, you will be the emperor of the immortal family. Looking at the Eight Desolation Universe, there is no more than this Two people."

"This gentleman has already said it," the young master said, "so what?"

"Everyone knows that for 500 years, the world has been divided for a long time. Each continent and country has its own emperor, and the heroes are entrenched. There is no one who can call out and the world will respond. Naturally, no one has set foot on the Dao of Hehe. The immortal way is not the case. Since that Yan Within ten years, the emperor defeated three monarchs and fourteen lords in a row, went up the Tongtian Road, and climbed the Huandang Mountain, and there was peace and tranquility, and there were no more gods and demons making minor disturbances."

Wen Hui changed the topic: "But the situation is very different now - the Futian Palace on Huandang Mountain, where Emperor Yan lived, has not been moved for more than ten years! People in the immortal world have speculated that even though Emperor Yan is a peerless genius, However, either the foundation is unstable, or the sky is jealous, and he has already lost his temper and died on the mountain of illusion."

The boy was just talking about his joy, when he suddenly saw his young master looking at the sea in the distance, slightly lost in thought: "Young master?"

"Ah Hui," the young master's eyes were almost straightened, and he forgot to shake the pretending fan: "It's coming towards us."

Only then did Wen Hui look up, only to see the huge tentacles protruding from the sea surface, slapping it viciously, and the sea breeze was wrapped in a cold and fishy smell.

The young master resorted to the lifelong skills he had practiced for many years when he was chased by vicious dogs in the streets and alleys. He grabbed his own servant and ran towards the outside of the courtyard. Smashed the girl's house!"

"You still think about the girl—" Wen Hui's voice echoed in the small village: "Madam is right, you should be locked in the room and not let it out for a day!"

"Then my house should be flooded!" The young master retorted with all his might.

Ah Hui thought about it with the last trace of calm left in his panic—this is the reason.

Because his son is the most unlucky person in the world, if there are vicious dogs within a mile, they will bark wildly, if there are mosquitoes, they will come to bite, if you go far away, it will rain heavily.Even the young masters of Yuecheng often joked when they met to enjoy the flowers and willows: "You must not let the second son of the Chen family come to see, otherwise within three days, the flowers will wither and the willows will wither..."

Fortunately, this family was on the edge of the village. As soon as the two of them ran out of the cottage, the tentacle fell on their heads mercilessly. Wen Hui immediately threw the young master on the ground, rolled a few times, and managed to avoid being photographed.

They stood up, and immediately changed direction and fled, while the sea monster's body had gradually moved towards the sea, the tentacles around it rolled horizontally, and the other tentacles were raised high again, ready to go.

The tentacle was as thick as old wood, sticky and shiny under the moonlight, it was stained with the gravel and soil on the shore, bent up, and it was about to take pictures of the two of them again.

Wen turned back and closed his eyes—it was really over now.

But I heard the girl rushing over shouting: "Run!" The sharp ax that swung the firewood flashed coldly, and resisted the tentacles.

But the young master let go of the boy, and went to the seaside to die: "He came after me, run away!"

All the tangled tentacles were attracted by him, rolled down all over the sky, engulfing the shadow of the brocade clothes in a blink of an eye.

"Chen Weichen——" Wen Huiqi was so painful that he didn't even care about the honorific title, he took the ax from the girl's hand and wanted to hit the stone with an egg.

But I saw a sharp sword light in the distance breaking through the heavy sky, and falling far away, with a chilling and chilling wind like snow, it swept to the side of the beach in an instant and slashed down.

The sea monster froze for a moment, and was pierced by the sword energy, several tentacles were cut off at the same time, and fell to the ground slumped, revealing the young master who was not tightly bound in the middle.

The young man named Chen Weichen stood where he was, raised his hand to wipe away the blood that flowed from his cheeks just now when he was scratched by the sharp stone on the ground, looked at the figure in the sky, and muttered to himself: "After all, it was a good luck..."

The sea monster was caught off guard by the sword qi, and the remaining tentacles attacked the man in the sky—it was obviously not a mortal sea beast. When the tentacles waved, it set off monstrous waves, the sea was turbulent, and huge waves surged up one after another.

All of a sudden, the sword light on the sea was icy cold, the wind howled, a white shadow stood on the sea, and a full moon shone in the sky.

However, Chen Weichen took a few steps towards the raging sea, and the waves sent a white thing to his hand.

The thing was about the size of a palm, with a warm and creamy appearance, with faint gray lines, and a strange fragrance.

He returned to Wen Hui's side.

The boy held the ax and howled to kill the master: "Is there anyone who sends you to death like this?"

In the end, it was because of his lack of strength and he couldn't bear it, he swung the ax halfway, and let it go down the same way.

The monster on the sea suddenly became frenzied, and the big waves surged high, shooting towards the two of them on the shore, like overwhelming the sea, the gluttonous mouth is about to swallow the entire cliff.

——This is really a disaster.

But I saw a stream of sword light passing through, and a white cold air rose from the base of the waves.

"I will probably use up all my good luck in my life tonight," the young master still has time to spread out his painting fan in this situation, covering his face and sighing: "I don't know how much bad luck it will take to make up for it."

The waves are getting higher, the white air is getting stronger, and the sea water is freezing.

At the highest point, the waves froze, unable to go up or down.

A sword condenses frost and snow.

Chen Weichen was standing where the waves were about to fall, looking up was the snow and ice, and the chill penetrated directly into his muscles and bones.

A man in white clothes came down from the snowy beach, put his sword back into its sheath with a clang, and walked towards this side.