Chapter 325: Flame Kungang
Ye Wujiang was actually not angry because he was tricked by two children and chased the wrong person.
Just because he made a mistake in judgment, he felt embarrassed, but in fact, the difficulty made him more interesting, and he chased into the mountains with great interest.
Zhao Changhe actually consciously misdirected his whereabouts when he entered the mountain. For example, he broke a branch on a certain path and actually took another path. In the eyes of the master of stealing, these marks were clumsy and childish, but very interesting.
Come on, it's winter, the mountains are full of snow, and your lightness skills can't make you leave no trace on the snow. No matter how you cover it up, or how you walk on the branches, in the eyes of knowledgeable people, these traces will be like a beacon guiding the way, directly. Just follow along.
But the mountain is so big, it must be admitted that time has dragged on for a long time. It is not easy to quickly find someone who is hiding deliberately. Fortunately, the agreed time is three days, and Ye Wujiang is still very confident that he will be able to find someone within three days. Enough to find people.
But as he kept chasing, he gradually felt that something was wrong.
Going over the two mountain tops, in the distance ahead is the place where the volcano once erupted. The rocks on the mountain are no longer the same as those around it.
You can't usually see any difference in the mountains and rocks, because they are covered with heavy snow and can only be seen when the snow melts.
There is no snow in front of me. Of course, the snow is not natural...but there are extremely powerful people fighting fiercely here. The large-scale snow turns into a trickle under the cover of the blazing skills, and it looks like rejuvenation.
Where did the strong men come from to fight here? Zhao Changhe's level is definitely not at this level, and his strength is no worse than his own.
However, as we followed the traces of melting snow and headed into the mountain, we could still find no traces of blood or corpses, nor could we find Zhao Changhe.
If Zhao Changhe was in this mountain, the distance would be enough to sense Jianwan's aura. However, Jianwan's aura didn't exist either... Could it be that he wasn't in this mountain?
That would be troublesome. The traces here are so messy that they are no longer traceable...
Ye Wujiang looked at the setting sun that had already set on the ground and was dumbfounded. I'm just playing a game with my juniors, how can a master fight here and do bad things!
The sun has still set... Do we have to run around in the dark and try our luck to sense Kenmaru?
However, even if he tried his luck to sense Jianwan, he was destined to not be able to sense it.
Because Zhao Changhe had already entered the secret realm at this time.
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When Xia Chichi took Yang Qianyuan to find Liutu Deer, Zhao Changhe quickly headed northwest into the mountains.
There were not many people in the mountains in this winter, so it was very difficult to cover up and disrupt the traces of his whereabouts. I felt that the footprints along the way were clearly visible, but there was nothing I could do.
Fortunately, he was very familiar with traveling over mountains and ridges, so he ran extremely fast. Now he also had an added convenience - the dragon bird could be stored in the ring. This kind of space partition completely ignored the weight, and he instantly lost dozens of kilograms. Things, Zhao Changhe has never felt that his Qinggong is so good. The treetops are light, the roc spreads its wings, and it is as light as a bird.
Soon we were almost at the top of the first hill.
Who says I'm a stinky bear? Why is there such an elegant bear?
Unknowingly, the sun was setting in the west.
Zhao Changhe thought this scene was quite beautiful. The setting sun reflected the snow, and the clouds and mountains were shrouded in mist. It was no worse than the setting sun reflecting on the long river.
The woodcutter's song came from afar: "The mountains and clouds separate the shores of the mortal world; when you look around, the sky and the earth are wide in the pot..."
Zhao Changhe listened and subconsciously slowed down.
Yeah...if Tang Wanzhuang were here, she would probably have to say slow down and take a look at the scenery along the way. When you come to Kunlun and engage in intrigues, do you remember what Kunlun looks like? How about Yuxu? What is Kunggang?
What a pity... Such thoughts clearly crossed my mind, but I still couldn't stop. After all, I was busy with things and didn't have that kind of time.
Let’s look at it again after everything is done.
Facing an old woodcutter, he walked down the mountain with two baskets of firewood on his shoulders.
It was freezing cold on the mountain, and the woodcutter was dressed in plain clothes. But this time, it was difficult for Zhao Changhe to judge whether the woodcutter was an expert like when he saw Ye Wujiang selling wontons. After all, sweating while collecting firewood does not necessarily mean he is cold. Judging from the deep footprints he walked in the snow, he didn't really look that strong.
Zhao Changhe thought about it for a while, then jumped up from the treetop. He used the crane control skill to **** out a coat from the ring, and handed it to the woodcutter: "Old man, it's cold when you go down the mountain, so bring some extra clothes."
The woodcutter looked at him rather strangely and said with a smile: "In a land of evil people, why are you so worried?"
Zhao Changhe said: "My heart is with me, what does it have to do with the earth?"
The woodcutter laughed: "That makes sense, that makes sense..."
He put down the firewood, took out a wine gourd and took a sip: "I have my own wine to keep out the cold, and I don't wear other people's clothes. Little brother, take it back."
Seeing that he was also drinking, the woodcutter smiled and said, "Little brother, you can also keep out the cold?"
Zhao Changhe swung the wine gourd and said, "The sky and the earth are only as wide as the pot."
Who doesn't know how to show off... The woodcutter laughed loudly: "My heart is so anxious that it burns my body like flames. How can I be lenient?"
Zhao Changhe said: "In order to be more relaxed in the future."
The woodcutter nodded: "Those whose hearts are burning with flames and take the form of external forms are demons. The evil in Kunlun is nothing more than this. Little brother, be careful and don't wait until later."
This time he pulled each mouthful in the direction of the fire. Did the woodcutter know his destination or was it a coincidence?
Zhao Changhe became cautious and asked: "What should I do if the fire in my heart turns into a demon?"
“External demons can be killed, but internal demons cannot be restrained. It’s just about love.” The woodcutter leisurely picked up the firewood and continued down the mountain without saying anything more.
Zhao Changhe looked at his back and suddenly shouted: "When I finish my work, if I am interested in visiting Kunlun, I will meet my husband for a drink."
The woodcutter smiled without looking back: "How did you find me?"
Zhao Changhe said: "If I welcome you to come down for a drink, you can leave me your address. Kunlun is a dangerous place, so it's okay if I don't tell you."
The woodcutter continued down the mountain.
The mountain breeze brought his ballad: "I live in three rooms of Yunshui House, with thousands of bamboo poles in the wind and moon. When I am making trouble in the puppet shed, I look up to the top of Kunlun. I am safe, and I have no worries when I come; when I travel, I see the heaven and earth in a pot. Width."
Zhao Changhe watched the woodcutter leave. Not only did he not feel that the woodcutter was showing off, but he actually quite liked the artistic conception. It seemed that his youthful taste was not brought up by his evening makeup, but was inherent in his bones.
So it is also suitable for evening makeup?
It's a pity that things are in a hurry, and it's been a long time since I played the piano.
Everyone is the same, so why not myself when it comes to evening makeup?
Zhao Changhe sighed and continued to quicken his pace, heading straight for the volcano.
I'm afraid Ye Wujiang has already chased me by now, and I really don't have time to savor anything here.
After climbing two more hills, the sun was almost setting. If Jianwan's instructions were correct, the secret place should be on the top of the hill ahead, which is where the people in Kunlun City once said the "Fire Flame Kun Gang" was.
There are legends about this place, and of course it has been surveyed countless times by people digging three feet into the ground. Obviously, like the legend of Gujian Lake and Xuanwu Lake, a group of unlucky people cannot find it no matter how long they look for it.
Zhao Changhe didn't have much confidence if he came to find it by himself. He didn't rely on himself to crack the Xuanwu secret realm at all. It was due to the fate of Master Yuanxing... But this time, with the guidance of Jianwan, it would be useful to have it in hand.
Just as he was thinking this, flames suddenly broke out in the mountains ahead.
It was like a raging fire rushing into the sky, dyeing the clouds in all directions, and the sky above Kunlun became a fiery red illusion.
Of course this is really an illusion, but the flames ahead are too ferocious, causing psychological oppression.
Looking closely, a woman was being surrounded by a group of gangsters.
The meaning of flames is not only radiated by women, but also by everyone... You can almost see that some people's eyes are in the shape of flames, which looks very mysterious and terrifying.
The flames replaced the eyes...
Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered what the woodcutter said just now... Those who are burning with fire in their hearts and take the form of the outside world are demons.
A group of possessed people... I don’t know if it’s because the possessed people are three times stronger. These people are so strong. Zhao Changhe feels that each one of them is stronger than himself. With a sweep of his long sword, fire passes by, and with a palm strike, a fire dragon rises.
The heat wave caused the surrounding snow to melt, turn into streams, and begin to evaporate again.
But what was even more terrifying was the woman.
"Whoosh!" A delicate hand passed through the flames and grabbed a person's throat.
With a "boom", flames burst out, burning the opponent into coke.
The sword struck from behind, and the woman moved like a snake, like a bird spreading its wings, and flew past, revealing a charred corpse.
A group of opponents that Zhao Changhe thought were stronger than him, but none of them could survive a round in her hands, and they were completely slaughtered! The ferocious aura shook the sky, and the Dharma's appearance stood out, forming the fiery red illusion that dyed Kunlun just now.
Zhao Changhe rushed up and was so close that he could already see the woman's face clearly.
Under the flaming eyes was Huangfu's long-lost face.
(End of this chapter)