Chapter 191: Uncle Master Yunyazi

Chapter 191 Uncle Yun Yazi

When the sound of the piano completely disappeared, Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Yuan shuddered at the same time, stood up and looked around in confusion.

Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head and looked around suspiciously. Seeing Baili Yuan's eyes also looking a little confused, he asked, "Senior Sister Baili, was there an old fisherman playing the piano just now?"

Bailiyuan looked around and said, "Don't change the subject and stay away from me. I'll get nosebleeds when I see a few disheveled prostitutes. Isn't it embarrassing for you?"

Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head again, trying to remember, but his memory was very blurry. He glanced at the flower boat that was slowly going away. From a distance, he seemed to see an old man playing the piano on the bow of the boat. He was confused. He muttered to himself: "What happened just now? I always feel like I forgot something important."

The sky was getting dark, and Ye Xiaochuan had no intention of leaving Xifeng City for a while. He said that he was going down the mountain to experience, mainly to enjoy the happiness. Instead of walking in the barren mountains and wild ridges, it would be better to have a good time in Xifeng City. It would be best to get some money, and it would be best to find Yun Qiyou and take revenge.

Baili Yuan and I returned from the dock to the dirty and small inn in Dongcheng. The inn was not far from the Liu Mansion where the robbery was committed last night. On the way, I heard many people talking about what happened in the Liu Mansion last night. I heard that Liu Fugui was injured. He was very heavy. He was stabbed four times in the thigh and three ribs were broken. He was originally a fat man, but now his face was so swollen that he could hardly see his eyes.

Hearing this, Ye Xiaochuan looked at Baili Yuan with a frown and said, "Senior Sister Baili, didn't I tell you not to hurt people's lives? We are thieves. We mainly sneak in doors, pick locks, steal things, and kill people. It’s something without any technical content that can only be done by bandits, so we can’t attack it.”

Baili Yuan was also a little depressed and said: "I didn't beat that damn fat man. As soon as I entered the door, I saw him flirting with a weak woman. He stabbed a few times on his thigh fat, and his ribs were broken. The fact that a person was beaten into a pig’s head has nothing to do with me.”

Ye Xiaochuan said: "That's weird. If it wasn't you, who else could you have beaten? Could it be Yun Qiyou and the other three who did it?"

Bailiyuan said: "It's very possible. Since your three senior sisters are in Xifeng City, I think it's better for us to leave tomorrow. With those three people, we two can't get rich. No, look at the Three Fengchen Heroes All the sea arrest documents have been posted, it’s nothing to do with our male and female heroes.”

Sure enough, Ye Xiaochuan saw a big-character poster on the wall at the door of the inn, which said that whoever arrested the three criminal thieves, the Three Fengchen Heroes, would be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold.

Ye Xiaochuan gritted his teeth, mistook the wanted notice for Yun Qiyou, tore it to pieces in his hands, and then said to Bailiyuan: "These three stinky women have set their sights on us, and they deliberately attacked us at the inn where we live. This wanted notice was posted on the door to disgust us. Now West Wind City is ruled by the Three Fengchen Heroes. Even if we have done a few major cases recently, we probably won’t be able to make a name for ourselves. We have lost the opportunity. Tomorrow we will If we leave and move to a big city, I don’t believe these three women will keep staring at us while they have nothing to do.”

Xifeng City couldn't stay any longer. It was too close to Cangyun Mountain and there were those three women who were secretly watching. Ye Xiaochuan couldn't figure out why the three women Yun Qiyou were staring at him. Is it just because he violated the Cangyun sect rules by stealing, and the three of them are here to control the sect rules?

The huge Xifeng City looks like a giant beast crawling on the upper reaches of the Yangtze River in the middle of the night. Many cities and towns have gone dark. Only the Hualiu Lane in the south of the city and the flower boats at the pier in the north of the city are still extremely lively. The night is full of smiles. For prostitutes, the day does not always end. On the contrary, it is the beginning of their life.

Ye Xiaochuan returned to the inn feeling very irritable and confused. Something seemed to have happened at the north city pier this afternoon. He vaguely remembered that what he saw on the pier was not just the thinly dressed young ladies on the flower boats. There seems to be an old man, and the old man seems to be holding an ancient guqin in his hand.

However, no matter how he recalled it, his memory was very vague, like an illusion, not quite real.

He tossed and turned in bed unable to fall asleep. Insomnia had rarely happened to him over the years. Insomnia only happened to those who were in his thoughts. He had always acted willfully and rarely had serious worries, but Tonight, he really couldn't sleep.

If you can't sleep, you have to chat. Don't even think about Bailiyuan living in the next room. It would be bad if there are any scandals in the middle of the night, alone.

So Ye Xiaochuan chatted with Situ Feng who lived in his body.

His mind was deep in his body, and he roared several times in the sea of ​​souls, thinking that Situ Feng would not pay attention to him as usual, but unexpectedly, Situ Feng's echo soon came.

"Boy, why are you disturbing me?"

Situ Feng obviously did not tell Ye Xiaochuan what happened at the dock yesterday afternoon. Even he was a little afraid of the mysterious old man. Now Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation level is too low, and he cannot be pushed too high. The higher he stands, the more he will stand. The higher you are, the more miserable your death will be. This is an eternal truth.

Ye Xiaochuan said: "I have insomnia, let's talk."

Situ Feng was silent for a while, then suddenly said in a confused voice: "How much do you know about the three great magic weapons of Cangyun Sect?"

Ye Xiaochuan just wanted to find someone to talk to now. As for what he said, he didn't really care. He said, "Are you talking about the three divine swords of Samsara, Wushuang, and Zhanchen?"

Situ Feng said: "Yes."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "The Samsara Sword has always been known as the best sword in the world. It is the magic weapon of our Cang Yun Sect's successive leaders and also the leader's token. I have never seen it. As for Zhan Chen, I think you are more familiar with it than I am."

Situ Feng said: "What about Wushuang? Which master of Cang Yun Sect has this sword now?"

Ye Xiaochuan became excited and said: "You really asked the right person. Most of the disciples of Cang Yun Sect, even many ordinary elders, don't know the whereabouts of Wushuang, but my master once told me that more than 600 years ago, our Cang Yun Sect had an extraordinary genius, Yunyazi Grandmaster, the Wushuang Sword is his magic weapon. Grandmaster has traveled the world for hundreds of years. I don’t know how many evil people died under the Wushuang Sword. Unfortunately, Grandmaster Yunyazi disappeared hundreds of years ago. Many people said that Grandmaster Yunyazi had passed away and the Wushuang Sword had returned to Cangyun Sect. But my master told me a few years ago that Grandmaster Yunyazi was not dead, but was living happily in the world. Grandmaster is a real old immortal. If he is still alive, he should be 700 years old. He is a rare long-lived person among the ancestors of our Cangyun Sect. "

Situ Feng didn't speak for a long time.

He already knew who the mysterious old man who forcibly pulled his residual soul out of Ye Xiaochuan's soul sea yesterday afternoon was.

Five hundred years old is a hurdle for cultivators. Few people can cross it. Six hundred years old is already rare. And this Yunyazi has lived for 700 years. This life of Taoism may have reached the realm of perfection. In the era when he lived in, there were many strong people. It was rare.