Chapter 1369: The top of the mountain

The terrain of Linshan is undulating, separated from mother and daughter. Looking down from a high place, you can see the clouds and mist. It is known as one of the best in the northern region.

At this time, on the top of the mountain, a figure was sitting quietly.

He was dressed in black robes and a cloak, half of his face was shrouded in shadow, and he sat there motionless. If you saw him at night, you might think that a ghost had appeared.

This person is none other than Wan Xiuzhu!

He has been sitting on the top of the mountain for a whole month, and despite the strong wind and rain, he is like a rock that has not shaken in the slightest.

It was early in the morning, and a touch of fish belly white appeared on the horizon.

The rising sun rose from the clouds and mist, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold solitary peak. Wan Xiuzhu still did not move, but someone came behind him.

It was Meng Yuan.

He bowed respectfully and said, "See you, Master."

"What's the matter?"

Wan Xiuzhu spoke calmly.

"Today is the deadline. Now monks from all sects have gathered in the surrounding sub-peaks, but Ye Chunyang has not shown up." Meng Yuan hesitated and said.

Wan Xiuzhu opened his eyes slightly, the red flames flowing in his pupils, with an invisible majesty that oppressed people's hearts.

He looked up at the rising sun in the clouds to the east, with an indifferent expression.

"I have given him a month. If he doesn't come, just kill his woman."

Wan Xiuzhu waved his hand.

After that, continue to close your eyes and relax.

During this month, he did not sit anywhere, just waiting here to see if Ye Chunyang, whose soul was rumored to have reached the out-of-body realm, would come after hearing the news.

Today is the last day. If the other party does not show up, Wan Xiuzhu has no intention of waiting any longer.

"He won't come!"

A cold and sharp voice sounded from the side. Yan Yuyan sat quietly aside and said coldly.

"Really? Don't you have a close relationship with him?"

"If he really regarded you as his confidante, he would never watch you being tortured to death by his own soul skills."

Wan Xiuzhu sneered.

"soulmate?"

"That's just the opinion of others. I don't have that kind of relationship with Senior Ye. He doesn't need to do anything for me, let alone take risks for such a pointless thing."

Yan Yuyan shook her head and laughed at herself.

"Haha, we will know after today if this is the case." Wan Xiuzhu chuckled lightly and did not take Yan Yuyan's words to heart.

Yan Yuyan looked into the distance and fell silent.

In fact, she had already expected today's outcome. She had been very calm for the past month. She was not afraid of death, and she had no intention of running away.

In front of a soul cultivator like Wan Xiuzhu, she couldn't escape even if she wanted to. Instead of struggling pointlessly, she could just sit here and watch the clouds roll and relax, which would give her a different state of mind.

But she also had a hope in her heart, hoping that that person would really appear and take her away from this cold and lonely place.

But Yan Yuyan knew that this was just an extravagant wish.

The silent exchange that night made her completely understand that she could never get into his heart. They were basically people from two different worlds, so what qualifications did she have to ask him to come forward.

"That's good. At least it can clear up the misunderstanding of the world."

Yan Yuyan smiled bitterly.

Watching the morning sun rising above the horizon little by little, she felt calmer and calmer.

…

At the foot of Linshan Mountain, the city has long been deserted, and monks from all walks of life have climbed to the surrounding sub-peaks, waiting for an unprecedented battle to come.

When the sun was rising, Ye Chunyang had just withdrawn from practice, and Mu Qingru's voice sounded outside the door: "Senior Xiaobao, today is the day of battle between two soul cultivation masters, and I am here to invite you."

"good."

After Ye Chunyang responded casually with his clone, he opened the door and walked out.

Mu Qingru looked at Xiaobao more and more for a moment, frowned slightly, and said: "You are such a disciplinarian, you don't know that master and servant are different, how dare you go together with senior Xiaobao?"

The female disciples also looked at Ye Chunyang with strange eyes.

This kid at the third level of Qi Refining is too courageous.

Tingyu stood aside awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

How do they know that there is indeed a hierarchy between the two, but the master is Ye Chunyang.

Ye Chunyang smiled and shook his head, not bothering to explain anything to Mu Qingru. He let Xiaobao say "no problem" and then walked downstairs.

Mu Qingru was surprised, but when she saw that "Senior Xiaobao" didn't pay attention, she had no choice but to stop talking.

But when he looked at Ye Chunyang again, there was obvious displeasure in his eyes.

"Master, this kid Ye Chunyang has ignored you time and time again. If such an evil servant doesn't teach you a lesson, won't he become even more arrogant?" An older female disciple came forward and said.

Mu Qingru glanced at the woman and chuckled without saying anything, but the latter already understood.

At this time, the sub-peaks of Linshan were already overcrowded with people. There were monsters living in the mountain. They were either frightened by the horrifying scene and fled early, or they were killed directly.

When Ye Chunyang and his party arrived at the foot of a sub-peak, it was already noon.

However, when Ye Chunyang was about to climb the mountain, he was stopped by someone.

"This place has been blocked by Luoyan Sect. If you want to watch the battle, my fellow Taoists, please move elsewhere!"

The person blocking the road was a disciple of the Luoyan Sect who had reached the Daoji Realm. Although he could see that Ye Xiaobao and Mu Qingru had extraordinary auras, moving out of the mountain of the Luoyan Sect was enough to give him the confidence to be proud.

"This fellow Taoist, I am the leader of the Yinfeng Village, and my village has some connections with the Luoyan Sect. Please be accommodating." Mu Qing said with a smile, and his smiles touched people's hearts.

Ye Chunyang glanced at the woman slightly, knowing that she had used a charm technique on this Luoyan Sect disciple.

However, he stood quietly and didn't say much.

When the Luoyan Sect disciple saw Mu Qingru's beautiful smile, his face suddenly turned red, and his previously indifferent attitude became warm: "It turns out to be the Mu Village Master of the Yinfeng Village. How about this? The Village Master and this fellow Taoist can go in." , everyone else will be banned.”

This disciple of the Luoyan Sect thought that he had made a very wise decision, which could please the beauty without violating the sect's orders.

"Thank you so much, fellow Taoist."

Mu Qingru chuckled, approached Xiaobao and said, "Senior, you and I will go to the peak to watch the battle, and let the juniors wait here."

All the female disciples were a little regretful about this result.

This place is far away from the peak, so there is no way to see the fight.

But since the leader of the village had spoken, they had no choice but to obey.

Ye Xiaobao remained indifferent and walked forward.

However, what is strange is that when "Senior Xiaobao" set off, Ye Chunyang, the disciple next to him who "didn't know the rules", also walked alongside him.

"Wait!"

"I have made it clear just now that except for the village leader and this fellow Taoist, no one else is allowed to enter. Didn't you hear it?" The Luoyan Sect disciple put out his hand to stop Ye Chunyang.

"Noisy!"

Ye Chunyang's face turned cold.

With a "whoosh" sound, the Luoyan Sect disciple felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and Ye Xiaobao appeared in front of him like a ghost. With a slap of his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, the whole person turned into a black dot and disappeared down the mountain.

All the female disciples from Yinfeng Village were stunned.

"This kid is not Senior Xiaobao's follower? Why is Senior Xiaobao so protective of him?" Mu Qingru secretly exclaimed.

That Luoyan Sect disciple was just rude to Ye Chunyang, and "Senior Xiaobao" threw him down the mountain without saying a word. Who is the master and who is the servant?

Originally planning to take the opportunity to suppress the arrogance of this "little follower", Mu Qingru was a little unsure after seeing this scene.

"I knew it would be like this."

Tingyu smiled bitterly.

She had seen with her own eyes that the leaders of all the forces surrendered to Ye Chunyang, including Yuan Hai, the ghostly elder of the Cang Yuan Sect, who also respected him. This disciple of the Luoyan Sect dared to speak rudely to Ye Chunyang. Isn't this looking for death?

Ye Chunyang ignored the surprise of the female cultivators and walked up the mountain with his clone.

Mu Qingru's eyes flickered, but he couldn't help but feel a little scrupulous.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was sunset over the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there are seas of clouds at sunrise and magnificent sunsets, each with its own unique scenery.

However, although the sunset was beautiful at this time, no one present appreciated it. Their eyes were only focused on the old man in black robe sitting cross-legged on the mother peak.

From beginning to end, there was no movement from him.

"The sun is going down."

Shen Tianyun looked at the magnificent fire clouds on the horizon with a deep look in his eyes.

"One day has passed, and the soul cultivator behind the Yan family will not show up." Shen Ruyan sighed.

The surrounding monks gradually became quiet after the initial excitement.

After waiting for a whole day, the soul cultivator named Ye Chunyang did not show up. He must have known that he was outmatched, so he did not dare to challenge here.

"This Ye Chunyang doesn't seem to be as bloody as imagined. His woman was kidnapped and restrained, and she even cowered and didn't dare to show up."

"The rumors are not credible. Maybe there is no soul cultivator behind the Yan family. Everything is made up by the Yan family themselves."

"That's not necessarily the case. If this person really doesn't exist, why would Master Tianmo bother to do this..."

"..."

Disappointment flashed across the faces of senior monks from all sects.

But they were more confused. This Ye Chunyang was too mysterious. If he didn't exist, Master Tianmo would never bother to fight with him here.

But he hasn't appeared yet, which makes people feel that something is fishy.

"Did he still not come after all?"

Seeing that the sun is about to set.

Yan Wushuang's heart gradually sank to the bottom of the frost valley.

This day was the longest day for her. She was praying almost every moment, hoping that Ye Chunyang would show up and rescue Yan Yuyan with her own hands.

Now one day has passed and he has never appeared.

"Is the sun going to set?"

At the top of the mountain.

Yan Yuyan was also looking up.

She calmly stared at the clouds in front of her, looking at the setting sun indifferently, with a slight smile on her lips.

She had expected this result from the beginning, and now it was just a fact verified.

"Is the sun setting?"

"Time flies so fast, I just regret that I didn't wait for the person I wanted to wait for."

On the top of the mountain, Wan Xiuzhu stood up slowly, looked at the sunset that had mostly sunk into the western mountain, and sighed regretfully.

"It's such a pity that such a beautiful woman should die in vain."

Wan Xiuzhu looked at Yan Yuyan indifferently, his eyes as cold as a thousand feet of ice.

At this time, Ye Chunyang was coming to a sub-peak.