Chapter 44: Explore Qingyun Peak at night!

The terrain of Qingyunfeng is steep, and there is only one way up the mountain.
On the mountainside, there stands an archway gate that is more than twenty feet high, carved from huge stones, with the words "Qingyangzong" written on it, with a golden hook and iron markings.
Several Qingyang sect disciples, guarding the mountain gate, were drinking and chatting. Naturally, they were talking about the major events that happened in Qingyun City today, such as Chen Xinglie's attack with one enemy and one hundred, Chen Xinglie's sword to open the sky, Chen Xinglie's uproar in the Shanhai Business League. ...
There is a thatched hut near the Jushishan Gate.
A bonfire was lit at the door of the house. There was a big clay pot on it. It was gurgling and steaming. I don’t know what was cooked in it. The old man by the bonfire was holding a wooden spoon and squinting his eyes while stirring the soup in the pot. Juice, while listening to the gatekeeper's chat.
The moon hangs high.
Chen Xinglie came by the moon.
The gatekeeper shut his mouth abruptly, not daring to say a word.
"Chen Xinglie?"
The old man opened his eyes abruptly, threw the wooden spoon into the clay pot, pulled out the cold iron sword inserted by the bonfire, and strode to the middle of the mountain gate, blocking Chen Xinglie's way up the mountain.
Chen Xinglie's eyes sank and stopped.
There is only one talisman for overturning, should it be used on this old man to make this old man soft and easy to push down?
This matter...
It's disgusting to think about it!
Under the moonlight, the old man's robe clings to his body. At first glance, it looks like a robe draped over the skeleton of a skeleton.
With this body type, the entire Qingyun City could not find a second one.
Chen Xinglie only glanced at it and recognized this person's identity.
Elder Qingyangzong, Xian Yu Chong!
Xian Yuchong is a senior in the Qingyang Sect. He is the uncle of the Qingyang Sect Master Cao Bi. He is over eighty years old. He is very powerful. For some reason, he doesn't want to live on the mountain. Instead, he ran to the mountain gate and built a seat. Cottages.
"Why go up the mountain?"
Xian Yu Chong held a cold iron sword, his voice was hoarse, even if he was skinny and skinny, his tone still carried a sense of majesty.
"This Qingyun Mountain..." Chen Xinglie looked at the top of the mountain and asked coldly: "Others can go to this place, but I can't sit on this seat?"
I came to Qingyun Peak tonight to explore the details of Qingyang Sect and investigate the cause of Shi Feiyu's death in memory.
Chen Xinglie never understood this matter.
Such as the throat in the throat.
Chen Xinglie will not be happy unless he investigates it clearly.
How can you be blocked by someone and come here for nothing?
In Chen Xinglie's eyes, there was an intent to kill.
Xian Yuchong couldn't help but squeezed the cold iron sword, and said: "The Qingyang Sect has its own rules. Inner Sect disciples can go up the mountain during the day. Only true disciples can come and go freely."
With a hint of mockery at the corner of Chen Xinglie's mouth, he said, "Could it be that Elder Xianyu thinks that this seat is not comparable to the true disciple of Qingyang Sect?"
"Try to know." Xian Yuchong looked at the Han Tiejian in his hand, and said: "The elder heard that your sword art is extremely mysterious, and one sword can open the sky. This kind of sword art, the elder wants to see and see. "
As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding guard disciples were shocked.
Is it about to fight?
The gatekeeper exchanged glances and quickly retreated more than a dozen steps away. He didn't dare to stay near the mountain gate at all, fearing that Chen Xinglie would be cut out with a sword, and the sword would be violent and would harm the pond fish.
Huhu!
The wind in the mountains gradually rose.
Standing in the wind, Xian Yuchong was hunting in his robe, he was even more skinny, looking like a scarecrow who couldn't help but feel weak.
"You are tired of living."
Chen Xinglie slowly drew out the big sword and sighed: "For the sake of the same game, this seat will send you off for a ride, and it is considered a good deed."
For Dabaojian to continue to grow, it must go through two steps.
Kill the sword!
Weapon sacrifice!
As Chen Xinglie was drawing his sword, Xian Yuchong suddenly shouted: "Wait! The old age is too high, and I don't rely on my bones and muscles! Why don't we have a literary fight?"
Wendou?
Chen Xinglie shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Xian Yuchong inserted the Han Tiejian into the ground, raised his right hand, brought his and index finger together, and squeezed out a sword tactic, and said: "Let's make gestures empty-handed and gestures..."
Zheng!
Before Xian Yu Chong finished speaking, the sword sounded.
Chen Xinglie held the big sword and put on the starting style of Void Condensation Sword Art, with awe-inspiring killing intent in his eyes.
The sword spirit is brilliant.
The surrounding mountains and plains were silvery white under the sword light.
"This sword..."
Xian Yuchong's eyes trembled, his neck shrank, and he turned around and ran away. He didn't even want the cold iron sword stuck on the ground. He yelled as he ran, "No fight! You won! This elder can't fight." You, the elder surrender! Why are young people so angry that they drew their swords and cut people at every turn, what hatred and resentment..."
The few gatekeepers in the distance were stunned.
These people originally thought that a fierce battle would take place next.
Never thought of...
Chen Xinglie just put his hand in a pose, scared Xian Yu Chong into his head, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye!
"Run!"
With an exclamation, the gatekeeper disciples fled in all directions.
Chen Xinglie didn't bother to chase.
Although he is not afraid to kill the enemy, he does not enjoy killing.
Going up the mountain tonight, Chen Xinglie didn't come here to kill, but for another purpose.
boom!
Someone panicked while fleeing for their lives, kicked down the shelf on the campfire, and the big clay pot fell to the ground, smashed to pieces.
Strong medicinal smell, diffuse in all directions.
A short whip-like medicinal material fell out.
Tiger whip!
This is a powerful medicine specially used to strengthen male yang.
In Chen Xinglie's memory, it seemed that he had eaten a lot in his previous life.
This is not because Chen Xinglie's health is not good, it is really provoking too many women, if you don't take some tonic medicine, you can't handle it...
"Xian Yu Chong is already in his eighties, why would he still take this tiger wolf medicine? This person is as thin as wood. After taking the medicine, can his body stand it? Once the medicine breaks out, who should Xian Yu Chong find to vent? Should he visit the brothel?
"I have never heard of which brothel Xian Yu Chong visited...Could it be that this is Xian Yu Chong's personal hobby. After taking medicine, I like to do it myself and have enough food and clothing?"
"It's really old and not old!"
Chen Xinglie shook his head, took away the cold iron sword inserted at the gate of the mountain, and strode up the mountain.
I just walked a few steps and felt something was wrong.
Chen Xinglie suddenly remembered something.
In the Qingyang sect, the elders of the sect accept true disciples, and there has always been a custom: under the seat of male elders, only female disciples are accepted; while under the seat of female elders, only male disciples are accepted!
There are thousands of disciples of the Qingyang Sect. Female disciples practice in Qingyun Peak, while male disciples live in Qingyun City.
Only Master Feiyu is different from others.
All year round, this girl pretends to be a man.
At this moment...
There is a thought in Chen Xinglie's heart, ready to come out.