Chapter 585 Xuanying's Situation

Xuanying was in the cave, and Yun Qiyou had been shouting for a day, but she did not show up.

In fact, until now, Yun Qiyou had never really seen Xuanying. Last time in Mount Xumi, she played the zither and Xuanying played music on the top of the Bodhi tree. Although the two of them said a few words, Xuanying did not show up at that time.

When she was at the Tianshan Cliff, she only saw Xuanying's hemp-clothed back from a distance. When she approached, Xuanying had disappeared without a trace in the crowd.

Xuanying did not come out, of course, not to avoid Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan. She now only felt that the two guys in the valley were really two super invincible idiots. How did such people get the status of Wufeng and Zhanchen's successor?

It's not just the Demon Cult and Xuantian Sect that are chasing Xuanying. It's no secret that Xuanying's lair is in the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak, but no one can break the mysterious Xumi Mustard Seed Array, or even find any clues of this array.

The night before yesterday, Xuanying suddenly appeared, and he found something wrong as soon as he arrived in the valley. Thanks to Xuanying's nearly ten days of recuperation in the coffin of the mass grave, he recovered about 50% of his skills. He avoided the attack of dozens of mysterious masters lurking around him and hid in the Xumi Mustard Seed Array in an instant.

As long as he enters this magic circle, he will not be in any danger no matter whether the sky collapses or the sea dries up and the rocks crumble.

Originally, I wanted to ignore the annoying flies hiding near the cave entrance for the time being, but after just one day of peace, Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou actually came to Xumi Mountain. You said that you two are not fighting at Duantian Cliff, why are you here to make trouble?

Now Xuanying's injuries have not healed yet, and it will take a long time to recover to his peak. In this situation, if he went out rashly, he would definitely be besieged by the masters of cultivation in the valley.

During the day, from Yun Qiyou's words, Xuanying also knew the general situation of her and Ye Xiaochuan's coming here. It turned out that Ye Xiaochuan was fighting with others on the Broken Sky Cliff. When he performed the Beidou Zhushen Sword Art, his mind suddenly collapsed, causing a huge amount of evil spirit to flow back into his body through the Wufeng Sword. Although he saved his life, almost all of his meridians were shattered by the violent energy impact, and his true essence was scattered and unable to flow, turning him into a complete waste.

Under the moonlight, in the valley behind the Guanzizai Peak, Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou were drinking the rich fish soup, completely unaware that in the darkness around the valley, in the dense forest, and in the shadow of the vines, at least eighteen spiritual masters and five heavenly masters were watching them.

Originally, these people were ready to give up. They scratched their heads but couldn't find any clues about the Xumi mustard seed formation. They were about to go back to their respective sects hand in hand. As a result, at this time, two young people, a man and a woman from the Cangyun Sect, came here to find Xuanying to treat their illness. It seemed that they had a good relationship with Xuanying. Maybe Xuanying would come out of the Xumi mustard seed.

It was almost October night, and it had entered early winter. The cold air in Xumi Mountain was still quite heavy. A gust of cold wind blew, and Yun Qiyou had no reaction at all, but Ye Xiaochuan, who had lost all his cultivation and was very thin, shuddered immediately.

Yun Qiyou poured out the contents of Ye Xiaochuan's Qiankun bag. There were all kinds of messy things, but there was no thicker clothes. It was understandable that cultivators who reached the fifth level of flying realm were not afraid of the cold. Unless they were in the extreme north of the black ice land and were blown by the cold wind like a knife all day long, it would be difficult to freeze to death.

On a snowy day, it was very common to see fairies in the cultivation world wearing light gauze. Ye Xiaochuan's bag only had a few old clothes that he bought at a second-hand clothing stall at the night market in Boulder City last time.

So Yun Qiyou rushed to the small cave where she hid from the rain a few months ago. It was more than ten feet above the ground. It was basically a cave, a concave part of the mountain. It was a small space where a person could sit in and temporarily avoid the wind and rain. Last time, when he was hiding from the rain here, a big pig head fell from above on Ye Xiaochuan's head.

The white light of the Dust-Cutting Sword flashed, and only the rumbling sound of the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak could be heard. Ye Xiaochuan held his head to avoid the rocks falling from above, and kept shouting.

It took a while for the sound to completely disappear. The original concave part of the mountain was split open by Yun Qiyou with the Dust-Cutting Divine Sword to form a mountain cave that could accommodate several people.

After clearing the rocks inside and making the cave flat, she called Xuanying for a whole day but there was no response. It was estimated that Xuanying had not come back yet. It seemed that she had to live here for a while and wait for Xuanying.

Maybe she would live here for three or five days, or maybe three or five years. No one knew when Xuanying, a mysterious figure who was hard to find, would appear.

After finishing everything, she flew into the valley and said, "I opened a cave above. Since Xuanying is not here, we will wait for her to come back here. I will not watch you become a complete useless person."

Ye Xiaochuan really didn't know what to say to this woman. The decision she made seriously could not be questioned by anyone.

Who wants to live in a cave? Wouldn't they find a luxurious inn outside the mountain to live and wait for someone?

He wanted to express his opinion, but when he saw Yun Qiyou's expression, he couldn't say anything.

No matter what, this woman was for him, and Ye Xiaochuan was still very moved.

Since he was unable to fly with a sword now, Yun Qiyou actually held him in his arms during the entire journey of seven or eight thousand miles. He really enjoyed this experience.

Holding his arms around Yun Qiyou's neck, Yun Qiyou's hands were holding his waist, and in a blink of an eye, they flew to the newly opened cave above.

This place was originally in the shade of the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak. The cave was pitch black, and it was almost pitch dark.

Yun Qiyou saw that Ye Xiaochuan, the stinky boy, still had his hands around his neck and kept digging his head into his arms, and said coldly: "If you don't let go, do you believe I will chop you off?"

Ye Xiaochuan let go of his arms indignantly and said: "Why are you so fierce? You won't lose a piece of meat if you hug me for a while!"

He reluctantly left the warm and soft body, and the faint fragrance left in his nose intoxicated him.

Yun Qiyou kicked Ye Xiaochuan aside, then left the cave, flew to the valley to find a lot of firewood, and lit a small bonfire at the entrance of the cave, which illuminated the cave.

There was nothing left in Ye Xiaochuan's bag to keep warm, so Yun Qiyou took out some blankets and quilts from her bag and covered Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan wrapped in a blanket and warmed himself by the fire at the edge of the cave, looking out.

He said, "Senior Sister Yun, have you felt that something is wrong around the valley behind Guanzizai Peak all day long?"