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Part 2 Yitian Chapter 294 Breaking into the Mountain

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    Chapter 294 Breaking into the mountains

    At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, which is a rare good weather.

    At the foot of Zishan Mountain, in the darkness, a dozen or so people appeared, walking silently, with light steps, and all of them had good physical skills.

    They were tall or short, fat or thin. Under the light moonlight, one could faintly see their facial features, and their faces were all solemn.

    They came to the foot of Zishan Mountain and stopped at the intersection leading to the top of the mountain, forming a formation to surround the two people.

    The two of them, one a Haofa old man and the other a majestic middle-aged man named Shen Yi, stood side by side, looking up at Zishan.

    At this time, Zishan was completely shrouded in night, and the thick fog was like light smoke. The clear light of the full moon could not shine through, and nothing could be seen.

    "Mr. Zhang, can you pass?" Shen Yi, a dignified middle-aged man, turned to look at the old man and asked in a deep voice, his tone faintly excited.

    Under the hazy night, he was dressed in dark green brocade clothes. He had a full sky, a round pavilion, narrow red phoenix eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. He really had a good appearance.

    The old man Haofa has an upright figure and looks like he doesn't know how to do martial arts, but his eyes are very bright and his spirit is strong, which is better than that of young people.

    Since he stood at the foot of Zishan Mountain and looked up, his brows had wrinkled unknowingly, and the more he looked at them, the tighter they became.

    Hearing the middle-aged man's question, he raised his head, met the gleaming eyes of the middle-aged man, smiled bitterly, and shook his head: "It has changed. This is not the daytime formation."

    The middle-aged man¡¯s narrow eyes flashed. He raised his head and glanced at the purple mountain shrouded in night and fog. Then he looked down at the old man and asked in a deep voice: "Then can it be cracked?!"

    "" The old man stroked his snow-white beard, frowned, shook his head and sighed: "It's difficult! It's difficult!"

    He took a few steps forward, backward, left, and right, looked up, suddenly squatted down, picked up a dead branch on the ground, and wrote on the ground.

    Fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight, and he could barely see the ground clearly. His eyes were bright and extremely bright, and he was fully focused on the paintings on the ground.

    The middle-aged man knew what he was doing and said nothing. He looked at the old man's expression for a while and saw that he was confused, happy, distressed, and cheerful. His expressions were changing, but he didn't make a sound for a long time, so he turned around.  , hands behind his back, eyes deep, looking at the purple mountain in the distance.

    The dozen or so people around were all middle-aged, even older than the middle-aged man standing in the middle. Some were holding knives or swords, and their whole bodies were tense. They all had slightly bulging temples, dazzling eyes, and awe-inspiring aura.  people.

    Observing the surroundings carefully, every time the breeze blew and the grass blades swayed, their eyes shot out like lightning. They were like a copper wall guarding the middle-aged man.

    The middle-aged man was very patient. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked around. Half an hour later, he showed no sign of impatience. Shen Yi's face remained as usual.

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª¡± A long exhale sounded, and the old man with white eyebrows and white hair stood up and stretched, his face full of excitement.

    The middle-aged man immediately turned around, his eyes bright and compelling, and asked hurriedly: "Mr. Zhang, how are you doing?"

    Even though he has always been very calm, the middle-aged man can't help but be impatient at this time, worried about gains and losses. In fact, the matter is so important that he can't help but not be anxious.

    "Haha, it's solved!" The white-haired old man smiled happily, stroking his white beard, and laughed, then shook his head: "Alas! This person who arranged the formation is really a strange person, I admire him.  I admire you so much!¡±

    The middle-aged man felt relieved, and a smile suddenly appeared on Shen Yi's face, and he said in a rare moment: "This person is certainly smart, but Mr. Zhang's ability to break it is even more admirable!"

    "It's easy to break the formation, but hard to set it up! Hey, I was lucky this time!" Old Zhang stroked his beard and smiled proudly. He had devoted his whole life to studying the art of Qimen Dunjia. In addition, he had extraordinary intelligence and the ability to have a photographic memory.  , extremely accomplished and always proud.

    He is a hermit in the mountains, living in deep mountains and valleys, isolated from the outside world, and devoted himself to studying the art of Qimen Dunjia. The surroundings are naturally surrounded by formations, and ordinary people cannot see his shadow at all.

    ¡°I was able to invite him this time because the middle-aged man¡¯s father had a relationship with him, and based on this friendship, I found him. Otherwise, no one else would be able to invite him.

    "Mr. Zhang, how about we set off?" the middle-aged man asked warmly.

    "Well, okay let's go!" Mr. Zhang stopped stroking his beard, nodded, squatted down and took a look at the vertical and horizontal carvings, and stepped into the thick fog first.

    The middle-aged man followed him, and then a dozen guards followed him, each one shrouded in thick fog.

    The middle-aged man followed closely behind the old man, following his footsteps without any hesitation.Not daring to make any mistakes, I pressed my feet hard and left a deep footprint.

    They already knew the rules beforehand and were careful. While paying attention to the safety of the surroundings, they stepped on the footprints left by the middle-aged man.

    A few people walked silently and quietly. Except for the heavy footsteps of the old man named Zhang, the rest of the people fell to the ground silently, showing excellent Qinggong.

    They had heard rumors in the martial arts that the Shuiyun Sect¡¯s Qinggong was unparalleled and could actually catch a glimpse of light, so the people chosen were all extremely high in Qinggong.

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?¡± The old man suddenly stopped, his face darkened, and he looked around.

    The middle-aged man could only stop, but he did not dare to move. He could only stand behind him and asked: "Mr. Xu, what's wrong?"

    "It's not good" Mr. Xu shook his head, pondered for a moment, turned around, spread his hands, and said with a wry smile: "The formation has changed again!"

    "Then?" The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the sky and saw that the moon had moved from the center to the west.

    "I understand!" Mr. Xu clapped his hands fiercely and sighed heavily: "Ah, this formation changes once an hour, corresponding to the bright moon in the sky!"

    "Then trouble Mr. Xu, let's break it again!" The middle-aged man was not anxious, he had great confidence in this Mr. Xu.

    "I'm afraid it's difficult¡ª¡ª!" Mr. Xu stroked his long beard, shook his head, looked around the foggy and confused surroundings, and sighed: "Now that we are trapped in the battle, the authorities are confused and cannot see clearly the overall changes in the battle. It is very difficult to see the overall changes in the battle.  Hard to crack.¡±

    The middle-aged man's complexion changed slightly. If so, it would be very bad. Shuiyun Sect is not a good man and a believer, and they have killed a lot of people. If they are caught in the formation, they can only be slaughtered by them.

    "Now that things have come to this, we can only try our best!" Mr. Xu tugged on his long silver beard and sighed helplessly.

    He squatted on the ground, picked up a small stone, and scratched it on the dirt, horizontally, vertically, and criss-crossed, which the middle-aged man couldn't understand at all.

    They did not dare to move, lest they fall into the formation. They had already tasted the power of the formation from Mr. Xu, suffered a lot, and were still frightened.

    Mr. Xu¡¯s eyes were bright and his expression was focused. Everything around him was forgotten and he moved his right hand faster and faster.

    A group of people stood in the thick fog, the moonlight was like water, soaking their bodies. However, at this moment, they were not interested in admiring the moon. Their eyes were fixed on Mr. Xu, which was related to their life and death.

    "Okay, it's done!" Mr. Xu suddenly shouted, his beard trembling with excitement.

    For him, cracking a brilliant formation is more satisfying than anything else, just like a martial arts master who has mastered a set of magical skills.

    "Mr. Xu, let's go quickly, it's getting late!" the middle-aged man said hurriedly, not caring about being calm, because an hour was about to pass, and if he couldn't get out of the formation, he would be trapped again.

    "Well, yes, yes, go quickly, go quickly." Mr. Xu swallowed what he was about to say, and took a step forward, speeding up his pace.

    In the Hanyan Pavilion, Xiao Yuesheng was lying on the couch, sleeping soundly with Zhou Zhiruo's warm and soft jade body in his arms. Suddenly he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, as if he had never fallen asleep.

    In his arms, Zhou Zhiruo exhaled like orchid, closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes were like fans, trembling slightly, which was extremely moving.

    His right hand was pressed on the towering and angry breasts, and his left hand was used as a pillow by her. Her hair, as black as forged, was spread out beside the pillow, which reflected her face, which was crystal white and rosy.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and gently picked up a red cherry with his right hand. Zhou Zhiruo was immediately awakened, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, her bright eyes opened, her eyes were blurred and seductive.

    "Brother, what's wrong?" Zhou Zhiruo turned her head and looked at her husband, quite surprised. He rarely woke up in the middle of the night.

    "Someone has broken into the mountain, do you want to see the excitement?" Xiao Yuesheng smiled softly, stroking his breasts with his big hands, feeling the elasticity and delicacy.

    "Isn't there a formation on our mountain?" Zhou Zhiruo's eyebrows moved slightly, her eyes flashed, and the lazy spring between her brows was faintly revealed.

    "Haha, in order to help those who want to conquer the mountain, I have specially removed several levels of the formation, leaving only the simplest one. Maybe an expert will break it." Xiao Yuesheng smiled quite proudly.

    After Zhou Zhiruo said these few words, she woke up completely, turned around, stretched out her snow-white arms from the moon-white brocade quilt, wrapped them around his waist, and said with a delicate smile: "You want to torture people again!"

    "You will take the bait if you wish." Xiao Yuesheng smiled and kissed her forehead, which was as smooth as jade.

    Zhou Zhiruo waited on him to put on his clothes, and the two of them left the Hanyan Pavilion together, walked slowly across the cold lake, and came to the Shuiyun Sect.
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