Chapter 323 Pighead

Chapter 323 Pighead

The wind and rain became stronger and stronger, and the rumbling thunder resounded through the sky. Yun Qiyou sat cross-legged in the depression of the mountain wall, avoiding the wind and rain. The Demon-Suppressing Guqin and the Dust-Slaying Sword were quietly placed on her knees.

At this moment, she was like a sculpture in the wind and rain, motionless.

This storm lasted for a long time. It had been raining for half an hour and there was no sign of stopping. Yun Qiyou had no intention of leaving. She was still thinking about the origin of Mount Xumi in her mind.

She now had a feeling that the origin of the name of Mount Xumi for thousands of years might be related to this cliff behind the Guanzizai Peak.

Xuanying was hiding nearby, but now she couldn't find the secret for a while.

While thinking, suddenly, in the violent storm, in the lightning and thunder, it seemed that a man's scream came from the noisy wind and rain.

The voice was almost inaudible in the rumbling rain and thunder, but how much Taoism did Yun Qiyou have? All the subtle changes around her could not escape her ears and eyes.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and one hand instantly grabbed the hilt of Zhan Chen's sword. Just as she was about to make a move, she saw a figure rolling down from the rock wall above her head like a rock washed down by heavy rain, and fell heavily into the muddy water under the mountain wall.

There were still many branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree cut down by Yun Qiyou under the mountain wall. His figure disappeared instantly after he fell in.

Yun Qiyou frowned. If she was not mistaken in the glimpse just now, the figure falling from the mountain above her head should be Ye Xiaochuan. She didn't see his face clearly, but she felt that his face was very big, like a monster. She only saw that the figure seemed to be carrying a sword without a blade on his back.

Just as she was confused, a few more things fell from above.

A green jade flute less than two feet long and a jade stone as big as a head fell in the direction where the figure disappeared.

This jade flute is okay, after all, it is not heavy. The jade stone the size of a head was different. It weighed at least 20 to 30 kilograms. It seemed to have hit the person in the muddy water. A cry of "ouch" was heard from below. It was probably hit hard.

Yun Qiyou carried the demon-suppressing ancient zither on his back and jumped down from the concave part of the rock wall about ten feet away from the ground with a sword in his hand.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he was about to use the sword to pick up the countless fallen branches and leaves of the bodhi tree on the ground.

Suddenly, a hand suddenly stretched out from below, all muddy and water, like a ghost claw stretched out from the ground.

A moment later, when Yun Qiyou saw the person who climbed up in the muddy water, he was stunned immediately. There was a look of joy in his eyes, but then it was weird.

Ye Xiaochuan was in a very bad state at the moment. He was beaten hard by Xuanying. Three ribs were broken, his right arm was fractured, and his left ankle was dislocated.

Xuanying was no longer a human being. She was more like a beast. She had a very strong sense of territory. If it was her thing, she would never let anyone touch it.

She didn't expect that Ye Xiaochuan secretly cut a large piece of ancient ice jade while she was not in the ice cave.

What a good piece of complete ice jade, this stinky boy was willing to dig a piece away, and now the whole piece of ancient ice jade has completely lost its beauty.

If she didn't want to see if Wufeng and Zhanchen could change their fate, if she didn't get the ghost art that she had been thinking about for thousands of years from Ye Xiaochuan, it would not be as simple as breaking Ye Xiaochuan's bones and beating him into a pig's head.

Ye Xiaochuan really turned into a pig's head, and I don't know what method Xuanying used to put the big head of the porcupine that had been dead for many days on Ye Xiaochuan's head.

Now Ye Xiaochuan climbed up from the mud and water, and couldn't see anything in front of him. He carried a porcupine head weighing dozens of kilograms on his shoulder. Because his right arm was broken, he tried to pull the pig's head off his head with his left hand, but he failed after trying several times.

The porcupine was killed ten days ago. Although it was placed in front of the Hanbing Jade Platform for safety, it was inevitable that there was some peculiar smell. Now Ye Xiaochuan only felt that it was fishy and smelly, extremely disgusting, and swore that he would never eat pork again.

After making a vow, he felt a little poisonous. Pork was his favorite, and it was really hard for him to not eat pork for his whole life, so in the end, he changed it to never eat pig head meat.

He was sitting in the wind and rain, still grabbing the porcupine head with his left hand, and he didn't notice that Yun Qiyou, who was dressed in white like snow, was standing beside him at this moment, looking at him with a strange face.

Hearing the sound of Ye Xiaochuan humming and cursing and swearing from the porcupine's big head, Yun Qiyou could finally confirm that the one carrying a black porcupine's big head was Ye Xiaochuan.

The white sword light flashed, and the porcupine's head was split open by Zhan Chen's sword, and Ye Xiaochuan's head was immediately exposed.

Now his whole face was too ugly to be seen by others. He was hit hard by Xuanying several times. His eyes were black and blue, his cheeks were swollen, and his face was covered with strange things.

The red should be blood, and the white should be the brain of the porcupine. It was all over his face. After being drenched by the heavy rain, his whole face looked like it had been hit by a landslide. It was disgusting and ugly. Yun Qiyou recognized it for a long time before he was sure that this guy was Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan was soaked like a drowned chicken when he saw the light of day again. He thought that Xuanying had split the pig's head just now. He was about to kneel down and beg for mercy. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the person standing next to him was not the terrifying female devil, but another female devil he was familiar with.

The white clothes were wet by the water and stuck to the skin. The black cultivation was also wet, but the green jade hairpin inserted diagonally on the top of the head was still crystal clear, as if there was no change.

"Why is it you?"

Ye Xiaochuan was startled, and he sat in the mud with a wonderful expression.

It was so embarrassing.

Ye Xiaochuan would rather the female devil in sackcloth standing in front of him than Yun Qiyou, who was from the same clan.

If the bed-wetting incident a while ago was the eternal pain of his life.

Then, at this moment, his life had another pain that could never be erased.

He was wearing a pig's head, and Yun Qiyou saw it. He couldn't live, absolutely couldn't live.

At this moment, he could only stare at Yun Qiyou who was standing in the wind and rain fiercely, and then threatened in a very bad tone: "If you dare to tell others about what happened today, I will never let you go!"

Yun Qiyou was not the kind of person who would remain indifferent when threatened by others. Retaliation was inevitable, not to mention that the other party was Ye Xiaochuan.

She stretched out her hand and dragged Ye Xiaochuan to the rock next to her, where the wind and rain were smaller, and then Ye Xiaochuan's screams never stopped in the wind and rain.

It was not Yun Qiyou who was beating Ye Xiaochuan. After all, they were from the same clan and bloodline, and she would not attack her fellow disciple for no reason. Ye Xiaochuan was screaming like a pig being slaughtered because Yun Qiyou was setting his bones and healing his injuries.