Journey To the World of Film and Television Chapter 305

Chapter 305 Borrowing a Sword

The night is as cool as water, and there are no clouds in the sky.

Facing the breeze blowing from the lake, Zhou Ji stepped from the void, and came to a quiet lakeside with green grass. Looking up at the deep night sky with clear and dark clouds, Zhou Ji suddenly felt that something was missing, but when he stood still, , I felt a breath approaching, looked across, and saw a middle-aged man in a black robe hurriedly approaching from a distance.

The night was dark, and the robe on his body seemed to blend in with the darkness. If Zhou Ji hadn't been keenly aware, it might be difficult to detect the arrival of the other party from the vast darkness.

After all, he was not familiar with the place of life. Due to his habit of stealing saints for many years, Zhou Ji did not go forward to make friends with him in a daze.

Glancing at the miscanthus by the lake left and right, Zhou Ji retreated into the shadows with a thought, restrained his breath, and merged into the grass.

Walking to the bank of Jishui Lake, Xiong Chumo paused under his feet, and suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned around and glanced at the other side of the lake. Quietly, a faint coercion swept around. Voice.

It seems that the world has returned to calm, and there is no one on the lakeside of the stagnant water.

After a while, Xiong Chumo started again, and the rustling insects sounded from the grass again.

This is Zhishouguan after all, even if the unfathomable temple master is now driven to the South China Sea, he would not dare to sweep the turf directly and make too much noise.

Seeing the figure of the other party disappear on the mountain road in the distance, Zhou Ji walked out of the grass, frowning slightly, revealing a hint of doubt.

What exactly is this place? Who was that person just now?

Early before crossing, Zhou Ji learned from the feedback of the square map that this world is the film and television drama version of "Jian Ye".

But I only know about Jiang Ye but I don't know where I am and when.

With a flash of his figure, Zhou Ji quietly followed the person who went up the mountain, walked all the way through the deep stone path and dense forest, and walked all the way for more than half an hour, only then did he see a corner of the cornice hidden in the deep mountain forest.

Backed against a deep bamboo path, with a cold pine **** in the distance, under the dark green cornices, it is a slightly crude ancient Taoist temple.

With Zhou Ji's cultivation base, the darkness looks like daylight, so he can naturally see the appearance of this Taoist temple. The man in black quietly pushed open the wooden door and disappeared into the darkness.

Zhou Ji stopped in front of the door and looked up at the lintel hanging plaque.

This is a simple Taoist temple. Although simple, it is independent of the outside world. It has a kind of Taoist fairy air that is elegant and dusty. On the old lintel, there is only a plaque with the word "Zhishou" written on it, and the characters are alienated. , Indifference, faintly revealing the meaning of Dao ruthlessness.

"Knowledge. View."

Zhou Ji suddenly realized that in the midst of the night, this place is an unknowable place in Xiling, which is similar to the second floor of the Academy in Tang Dynasty, but because of the existence of the "Book of Heaven", even the master used to read books here.

Thinking of the heavenly scriptures, Zhou Ji thought for a moment, feeling a little curious. As a dignified thief, he had already seen that the person just now was definitely not a person who knew what to watch. Hurry to join in the fun and see what is so mysterious about this so-called heavenly book.

Reaching out his hand to take out a black robe from the void, Zhou Ji flashed into the temple, and with a glance, he saw a faint golden light shining in a corner of the temple. Zhou Ji approached and saw a row of thatched cottages in the backyard of the Taoist temple , one of them was dilapidated and dilapidated, the thatched grass on the eaves was sparse, while the remaining six thatched cottages seemed to be dyed by some kind of mysterious atmosphere, exuding a faint golden light.

Tangtang Zhishouguan, there was no one on duty at this time, Zhou Ji shook his head, and stepped into the first thatched hut.

The hut was empty, except for an ancient book on the desk on one side. There was no wind in the room, but the ancient book seemed to be blown by the breeze, and the title page swayed up and down. It was not until Zhou Ji came forward that the wind turned the pages automatically. open.

"Liu Bai. Jun Mo Li Slowly." Zhou Ji suddenly realized that this is a Japanese scroll recording the masters in the world.

As the pages of the book were turned, Zhou Ji did not find the names of Ning Que, Yulian and others on it. From this point of view, the plot of Jiang Ye has not yet begun, and even the so-called "Book of Heaven" cannot record my existence .

Zhou Ji made up his mind, turned around and walked towards the second thatched hut. Unfortunately, the records in the "Luo Zi Juan" were astronomical phenomena, which did not help him much.

With two volumes of heavenly scriptures in his arms, Zhou Ji staggered towards the third hut.

According to legend, the third volume of the heavenly book "Sand Scroll" records all the exercises in the world, that is, the exercises in the world are "complex as sand in the river". Zhou Ji wanted to see if there was any inheritance of kendo in it, but he just stepped into the thatched cottage Just froze in place.

"Where's my sand scroll? Where's the sand scroll here?"

Zhou Ji, who had already regarded the Tianshu as his own, was dumbfounded, and realized the feeling of Shan Zhigang. No, Qiu Shan lost the treasure back then.

But what Shan Zhigang lost belonged to him after all, while Zhou Ji regarded the book of heaven as his own.

at the same time.

In another corner of Zhishouguan's backyard, a little girl was concentrating on reading the book in her hand.

Here is Zhishouguan, her teacher is Zhishouguan Guanzhu, and her brother is Zhishouguan walking in the world, so she can come to unknowable places that others cannot visit; she can read heavenly books that others cannot read.

This is chance, but also loneliness.

In the past, when her brother was still watching, she could still pester him to play. Now his cultivation has reached a bottleneck and he is traveling around the world to seek a breakthrough.

In the entire audience, she was the only one left, and there was a fat man with a dead skin and a face.

Following the sound of footsteps outside the door, Ye Hongyu thought it was the little fat man coming, frowned impatiently and raised her head to look outside the door. Suddenly the door latch seemed to be pulled open by an invisible force, and a man in black A masked figure broke into the room, staring at the 'Sand Scroll' book in her hand. Then she followed her jade-white, delicate and scalloped hands, and looked at her face little by little.

Xiong Chumo looked at the panic in the little girl's pure and clean eyes and couldn't help but froze. The little girl in front of him was only six or seven years old, and she was already exceptionally juicy, like a fresh flower bone.

Petite and cute.

The more fresh and tender it is, the more Xiong Chumo wants to destroy it.

Ye Hongyu panicked, the evil flashing in the other person's eyes made her subconsciously feel disgusted and frightened, she seemed to have a premonition of what was going to happen at such a young age, and couldn't help throwing the 'sand scroll' book in her hand , picked up the candlestick at hand, pulled out the candle, exposed the spikes of the candlestick, got up and stabbed at the opponent!

An ordinary little girl might have been frightened and flustered when she encountered such a situation. She curled up and cried. Facing Ye Hongyu's use of the candlestick to fight back while using the scripture to attract her attention, Xiong Chumo even fell to her feet. Tianshu didn't care about it, and let the spikes of the candlestick reach his body, wanting to see the helplessness and despair of the little girl when she couldn't even break through his protective qi.

It seems that only in this way can satisfy his distorted ** desire.

The spikes of the candlestick were extremely sharp, and usually the skin would tear and bleed if you accidentally pricked it while wearing wax. Now, with Ye Hongyu's full strength, he couldn't even tear the clothes of the man in black.

Seeing that the other party was about to reach out to grab her hair, Ye Hongyu hurriedly stepped back, looked down, and saw that the spikes of the candlestick had been bent, and when she looked up again, the man in black had already chased him, his eyes full of tyranny and mockery.

Ye Hongyu retreated again and again, and Xiong Chumo, like a cat playing with a mouse, pushed the little girl closer to the corner, grinning grinningly, admiring the tears in the little girl's eyes that collapsed from stubbornness to despair.

The waving candlestick was slapped away by the other party. Ye Hongyu looked at the bent and twisted candlestick spikes, and looked up at the other party's eyes. The hatred and murderous intent pierced Xiong Chumo's eyes like a substance, but it made him feel even stronger. **.

Bitting her lower lip with her white teeth, Ye Hongyu only had one wish in her heart.

kill him!

If the candlestick doesn't work, use the sword! Borrow a sword if you don't have one! She would be willing to borrow a sword that could kill him, no matter what the price was!

Xiong Chumo almost laughed out loud when he heard what Ye Hongyu was whispering.

'You want to kill me with a sword? Who can lend you a sword? How can you kill me? '

In the end, it was just a fantasy before despair came.

Xiong Chumo once again reached out to grab the little girl in the corner.

Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger and extreme fear crazily warned in my heart. From the corner of my vision, I saw a cold light flashing in front of my eyes. Xiong Chumo's movements froze suddenly. Before he could react, there was a heart-piercing feeling The sharp pain in the lungs came from the lower body.

Ye Hongyu, who was huddled in the corner, seemed to see a long sword piercing through the lower body of the man in black, and a light red light slowly fell in front of her, staring wide-eyed at the outside, the deep black night sky no one.

The miserable scream of the man in black brought her back to her thoughts.

Turning his head to look, the man in black curled up as if he had been severely injured!

There was no bleeding, but the scattered dust was eroded by evil spirits. The piercing pain caused Xiong Chumo to let out a horrific roar. No matter how much he cared about the little girl in front of him, he couldn't even care about the sword light that tore his lower body. I didn't have time to see clearly.

Caught off guard, this sword intent full of fierce aura continued to spread along the wound. In an instant, the sea of Qi and snow mountains in his body shattered. Furious, but also because of the blood of the riot, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and flipped a corner of the face towel, revealing a small beard on his chin.

The violent overflowing spiritual power and sprayed blood splashed in front of Ye Hongyu, and were blocked by a faint light curtain. Ye Hongyu stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and lowered his head to look at the long man in front of him. The sword subconsciously stretched out her fingers to touch it lightly, but before she could touch it, the sword body flew up automatically and disappeared like a stream of light.

Ye Hongyu hurriedly got up and looked around. The whole room was in a mess like a gust of wind.

The 'Sand Scroll' book that was thrown out earlier, together with the gangster just now, were gone. If it wasn't for the few blood stains left on the ground, and the twisted spike of the candlestick, Ye Hongyu almost thought it was just a long battle. nightmare.

Turning his head to look outside the house, Zhishou Guan returned to calm, the deep darkness is like a fierce beast that snatches people and devours them, which makes people feel chills.

The desperation and helplessness just now, as well as the fear of the rest of the life, all kinds of emotions poured into Ye Hongyu's heart. After the ups and downs, she finally couldn't control her emotions, curled up, squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.

Looking at the crying little girl in the room, Zhou Ji let out a long sigh from the bottom of his heart, showing a trace of pity.

It is similar to the world of Jade Immortals. Seeing the scene in front of him, he truly confirmed that the place he traveled through was Zhishou Temple, and the time was the night when Xiong Chumo violated Ye Hongyu.

Quietly, slowly leave from the door.

Xiong Chumo had just fled in front of him, but Zhou Ji didn't stop him, so she should avenge Ye Hongyu herself.

Zhou Ji didn't intend to step forward to comfort the little girl, and he didn't know whether she would continue her original life trajectory after escaping this nightmare. After all, he came here to "steal" books, even if "stealing books" is not Books, scholars' things can't be considered as stealing, but after all, they have taken other people's things, and there is already a Xiong Chumo to help him take the blame. If he really wants to go forward and show his holiness in front of this little girl, that Xiong Chumo's blame Wouldn't it be nothing?

All six volumes of the Heavenly Book have been obtained, and the seventh volume should still be in the hands of Li Slowly.

Zhou Ji, who has a thousand-year-old cultivation base, is powerful in the world of Jade Immortals, but he mostly relies on the sharpness of his two swords. Now in Jiangye, he has no chance of winning against the masters of the Wuju Realm.

If you want not to be defeated by Wu Mo, you have to become Wu Mo yourself.

Looking for a secluded place in the back mountain, Zhou Ji spread out the six volumes of heavenly books in front of him, flipped through the contents, and as a fish maw appeared in the daytime, Zhou Ji sat for half the night, and put down the sand in his hands in disappointment. Zi Juan shook his head lightly.

The exercises recorded in the sand scroll are very complicated, a small part of the grades are comparable to Qionghua and Shushan's mental methods, and most of them are not even as good as Qionghua's mental methods.

The most important thing is that the things revealed in the six volumes of heavenly scriptures are faintly related to the way of heaven in this world. Once they are involved, there may be a cause and effect with it.

As his cultivation became deeper and deeper, even though he had not been able to break through the immortal way, Zhou Ji had already sensed the horror of the so-called cause and effect.

Seeing that the sky was bright, Zhou Ji was about to return the six volumes of heavenly scriptures back to Zhishouguan, when he suddenly saw a chubby little fat man running towards the valley on the other side in a hurry.

"Oh no!"

"Ye Hongyu is bad! I lost the bible in the temple! I lost it all!"

The little fat man ran and shouted all the way, his panicked voice was particularly harsh in the valley, he looked as light as a swallow, but his forehead was covered with sweat, and his back was also wet.

Not tired, but scared.

All the six volumes of heavenly scriptures were lost, which has never happened in Zhishou Temple and Xiling!

Once the Lord knows, even if he is the Lord's own son, it is not a trivial matter that can be covered up by peeling off a layer of skin.

Senior Brother Ye was traveling around the world, and the viewer hadn't come back for a long time. Under the pressure of the six gods, no matter how much Chen Pipi called himself a 'genius', he could only think of discussing with Ye Hongyu and thinking of a solution together.

Houshan, Bishuitan.

Ye Hongyu looked at herself reflected in the water. Even if the man in black didn't touch her last night, she still felt that her body was no longer clean. Just as she was about to take off her clothes and go into the water, the little fat man's panicked voice Echoed in the valley, interrupting her bath.

(end of this chapter)

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