Chapter 2 Back Mountain

The more Yichen thought about it, the colder he felt on his back. He didn't care about it anymore and ran forward. However, the further he went, the more gloomy and terrifying the surroundings became. It wasn't that the surroundings became more terrifying, but that it was getting darker and darker.

"No, I can't run anymore..."

Yichen stopped and lay on his back on the ground, panting heavily, cursing Zhao Wangsun inwardly. If it weren't for him, how could he fall into this ghost place? At the same time, he felt powerless. If he could also join the Xuanqing Sect and fly around on swords like the immortals on the mountain, my mother wouldn't suffer so much, and no one would dare to bully us anymore...

"Join the Immortal Sect... I want to join the Immortal Sect!"

Yichen suddenly sat up from the ground. At this moment, it seemed as if a ball of fire was burning in his chest. This feeling had never been so strong before. Ning Village was too small. Could it be that he and my mother would have to stay in this small village for the rest of their lives?

Even if you leave Ning Village, there is Guling Town, and there is Qingzhou City outside Guling Town, and there is Jiuzhou outside Qingzhou City, and there is Nanjiang Beihuang outside Jiuzhou, and there is the West Kunlun Fairyland, and there is the Far North. The entire Xianyuan Ancient Land is vast and boundless, and no one has ever been to the end. There is also the legendary Nine Netherworld, and the Penglai Fairyland...

Yichen clenched his fingers tightly. At this moment, the feeling in his chest was like a raging fire. However, when he thought of Zhao Wangsun's sister Zhao Ying'er, it was like a basin of cold water poured over his head, completely extinguishing the fire.

Xuanqingmen rarely accepts disciples. Almost every ten years, people go down the mountain to find people with good qualifications and good conduct. If you recommend yourself to join, there is only one quota for each place. Needless to say, the quota of Guling Town, a small place, has long been that of Zhao Wangsun, and no one can compete for it.

"What should I do..."

The young man was very distressed. If he couldn't enter Xuanqing Gate, he couldn't even get out of Qingzhou City. At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the distance, which made him shiver all over. He suddenly woke up. Now he was in the wilderness. What he should worry about was how to get out, instead of thinking about those useless things. Once it got dark, it was the time for wild beasts to appear.

Thinking of this, Yichen got up carefully and saw that there was nothing unusual nearby. Then he slowly walked to a puddle and smeared mud on his face and arms to hide the smell on his body. The wild beasts in this mountain had poor hearing, but a very good sense of smell.

After finishing everything, Yichen finally calmed down and continued to move forward. After walking about a mile, it was almost completely dark. Yichen suddenly stopped. He couldn't go on. He had to find a place to hide and wait until dawn. But A Niang was still waiting for him at home. If he didn't go back overnight, she would be worried to death...

Just when he was worried, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew from somewhere. This frightened Yichen so much that he quickly lay down on the ground and carefully looked around. He felt that it was not a beast. That kind of gloomy feeling was definitely not a beast. Could it be that there was a ghost under the back mountain of Xuanqing Gate...

Yes, I heard from the villagers that something ran to the back mountain of Xuanqing Mountain twelve years ago, so the villagers didn't come here.

The more he thought about it, the more creepy he felt. How could there be a ghost under the holy land of Xianmen? But if it wasn't a ghost, what would be so gloomy and scary?

Yichen's heart was pounding, he held his breath, and didn't even dare to blink. The night fell quietly, and the boundless night seemed to swallow up the little boy. At this moment, he seemed to fall into the nightmare that had been suffocating him for a long time.

Just then, a man's voice suddenly came from a distance, "The sound just now seemed to come from over there, go and have a look."

The voice came from far away, Yichen shuddered, then squatted up, parted the grass and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see two young men and a girl flying swords in the distance. The three people's clothes fluttered, and the swords moved with their hearts. With such a fairy style, Yichen naturally recognized that they were the masters of Xuanqing Sect at a glance, and the gloomy feeling just now also dissipated.

"There is someone there!"

The three people also found Xiao Yichen hiding in the bushes at once. With a slight pinch of their hands, they instantly turned into three sword lights and fell in front of him. Yichen was frightened and instinctively stood up and retreated.

The yellow-shirted girl who looked about sixteen saw that he was timid towards the three of them, and smiled gently, "Don't be afraid, little brother, we are Xuanqing disciples, why are you here alone?"

However, the other two young men next to him showed their vigilance. The purple-shirted young man on the left stared at Xiao Yichen's gray face and whispered, "Junior sister, be careful, why would a little kid run to the back mountain? Is he a spy sent by the Demon Sect? It's better to catch him and interrogate him carefully."

When Yichen heard that he was going to take him away, his heart tightened immediately. The yellow-shirted girl rolled her eyes at the young man and spat, "Your mind is full of Demon Sect spies. How can a young man be a spy of the Demon Cult? "

"Ahem..." The purple-clothed young man coughed, and felt that he had made a big fuss. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he still pretended to be serious. "The demons of the Demon Cult are cunning and cunning, so we must be on guard."

The yellow-shirted girl rolled her eyes at him and stopped talking to him. She looked at Xiao Yichen again, still smiling, "Little brother, what's your name?"

Yichen looked at the three people, paused, and said, "Xiao Yichen."

"Xiao Yichen..." The yellow-shirted girl nodded, and asked, "Then why are you here alone? Where are your parents? Where is your home?"

Yichen was silent after hearing this, and after a while he said, "I chased the wild boar here and accidentally fell it. My home is in Ningcun."

"It turns out to be a child from Ningcun."

At this time, another young man in white came up, looked at the two of them and said, "It's getting dark, send him back, and then hurry back to the mountain. Twelve years ago, the elder warned him again and again not to come back to the mountain again. It's ten thousand to go back this time." Once they find out, they will probably be punished."

"Yes." The girl in the yellow shirt nodded slightly and looked at Yichen again. "Little brother, it's dangerous here. Let's take you back. Let's go." As he said this, he stepped forward and reached out to pull him.

Yichen hesitated for a moment, and then wiped his hands on his clothes randomly. However, the moment the girl in yellow shirt touched his arm, she retracted her hand instantly as if she had received an electric shock, and even staggered under her feet. He almost fell down.

"What's wrong!"

The other two young men immediately drew their swords and were on guard. The girl in yellow suddenly came to her senses and glanced at them, "What are you doing? You're making such a fuss. I just slipped under my feet. Put your sword away and don't scare others." "

Hearing this, the two young men slowly took back their swords, but their eyes were fixed on Xiao Yichen, so that he did not dare to move.

"OK OK."

The girl in yellow shirt glanced lightly at the two of them, then turned around to look at Yichen. She said with a warm smile, "Ignore them, let's go." As soon as she finished speaking, she gently grabbed his arm and raised her eyebrows. He frowned slightly and said "strange" in his heart.

At that moment, the three of them took out the flying sword again. The girl in yellow shirt took Yichen with the flying sword, smiled softly and said, "Don't be afraid." As soon as she finished speaking, she twisted her fingers to form a seal, and flew towards the top of the cliff with the flying sword. .

The night wind gently blew over Yichen's face, feeling a bit cold. He had never thought that one day he would be able to step on the sword of an immortal and control the world of swords. His mood suddenly became brighter, but when he looked back, When he looked at the back mountain, shrouded in night, it looked like an ancient wild beast. It seemed as if there were always eyes staring at him. It was so gloomy and terrifying.

Yichen couldn't help but shiver all over and quickly turned his head. He would never come to this back mountain again.