Golden Crow appears again

  He had been practicing his knife skills for several years and had reached the point where he never missed a target. This time was no exception! The knife landed on Yang Jia's shoulder, penetrating three inches into the bone, and fresh blood flowed down from the wound. At the same time, Yang Jia's hands also moved swiftly, counterattacking at the moment the knife struck.

  He didn't know when his reaction had become so fast, his hands actually managed to grasp Han's knife, and even if he couldn't reduce the full force of it, at least he was holding onto his right arm.

  Yang Chan's face turned even paler, anxiously watching Yang Jiaolong, she could only secretly worry! She wanted to call out, but she was afraid that her voice would affect Yang Jiaolong! Once, when Yang Jiao was practicing with his sword, she had shouted a sentence, causing Yang Jiao to suddenly withdraw his sword and sprain his arm.

  Blood is flowing! Although it's deep in the night, it's hard to see the red glow of blood, but he clearly feels the scorching heat of blood, the discomfort of the knife in his flesh!

  The knife-wielding man was also somewhat surprised, looking at Yang Jiaolong with a cold smile: "Good kid, it's been two years already. For two years, you've been the one to take over my Li Kuang Knife."

  Yang Jian didn't feel proud or arrogant about these things! Suddenly, Hanzi drew his knife back, and the icy, bone-piercing pain made Yang Jian's blood vessels surge! The stimulation of the blood made his head invigorated, and suddenly a fierce burning sensation came from the Tianmen, as Hanzi's knife flashed back like lightning.

  "Whoosh!"

  Suddenly, a silver light shot out from the Tianmen, swift as a knife, but the silver light was even faster! The silver light struck the knife, producing a series of crisp sounds, followed by a despairing cry, a hopeless cry!

  Yang Jian hastily turned around and pulled Yang Jiao to run away.

  Nor did I know how long I had run, nor where I had arrived, only to know that from the dark night to dawn, the sun's rays were still angry, dyeing the east into a fiery red, dispersing the morning dew!

  "Third sister, let's rest here for a while."

  "Ah!" Yang Chao was also panting heavily, the two of them sat on a huge rock in a mountain valley, gasping for breath, their clothes soaked with sweat.

  After a while, Yang Chan suddenly pointed at the neck of Yang Jia and said: "Second brother, your neck is shining again. It's the heavenly eye given by mother."

  "Tianyan?" Yang Jiaolong lowered his head to take a look, and indeed it was still shining with light. He recalled the silver light that shot out from the Tianmen last night, which should be the work of the Tianyan. On that day, in front of Xuan Yuan's tomb, he had personally seen Yun Hua Xianzi using the Tianyan, a sight that left him shaken for a long time.

  Yang Jian said, "Thanks to Mother's Heaven Eye." He reached out and grasped the Heaven Eye pendant around his neck, looked up at the blue sky, and thought, what is Yunhua Fairy's current state? What kind of life is she living now?

  Yang Jian looked at Yang Jiao and said: "Third sister, how is it? Are you not afraid now?"

  Yang Chan nodded and smiled: "With Second Brother around, I won't be afraid." Remembering that Yang Jiaolong was glared at by Lie Huo Dao for her sake last night, she quickly got up and walked to Yang Jiaolong's side, asking: "Second Brother, does your wound still hurt?"

  Yang Xiao pulled open his shoulder, but suddenly found that the wound on it had almost healed! Yang Xiao exclaimed: "Second brother, how did your wound heal so quickly?"

  Yang Jian was also surprised, but couldn't explain it. Because he had activated the Heavenly Eye last night, the immortal energy in his body flowed continuously, and repairing an ordinary knife wound took no time at all.

  Yang Chan said: "Don't care about any reason, as long as Second Brother is fine now."

  After the two of them had rested for a while and were just about to leave, they suddenly saw someone walking towards them from afar. The person seemed drunk and was staggering along the uneven mountain path, with every step making the two onlookers worry that he would fall to the ground.

  Yang Chan asked Yang Jia: "Second brother, who is that person?"

  Yang Jian shook his head and said: "I don't know who he is either, but judging from his appearance, he looks like a disappointed scholar."

  The man walked to the front of the two, not a bookworm, but a young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a tattered cloth garment, with a haggard face. He walked to Yang Jia's side, and his feet didn't know what to do either.

  He fell to the ground with a thud. Yang Jian hurried forward to support him and asked, "Brother, are you alright?"

  That man was helped up by Yang Jia, but instead of thanking him, he let out a sigh and leaned against the giant stone they were standing on. He looked up at the blue sky and suddenly burst into tears.

  Yang Jia and Yang Chao looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to do. Yang Jia was a man who feared women's tears, but now he found himself equally at a loss when faced with a crying man.

  "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is there something troubling you that you can share with us? Maybe we can help you solve it, no guarantee though!"

  "You?" The man glanced at Yang Jian, shook his head, and let out a sigh. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. It was rare to see a man cry like this.

  Yang Jian furrowed his brow and said: "A man has tears but does not easily shed them, brother, as a seven-foot-tall man, how can you wash your face with tears like this?"

  The man calmed himself down and looked at Yang Jia, saying: "If you had gone through what I did, you wouldn't be talking like that."

  Yang Jian said: "Brother, what kind of difficulties have you experienced? Can you tell me?"

  The man let out a sigh and said, "My name is Yu Yun, I'm from a small family in Kyoto. I have an elderly mother, a wife, and children at home. But one day, a monster entered my house and killed my elderly mother, wife, and children! At the time, I was away on business, and when I returned home, it was like a bolt of lightning on a clear day."

  Learning that the demon was a thousand-year-old demon, I was alone and weak, but this great hatred in my heart, how could I not avenge it? So I inquired about various fairy families and fairy mountains, and when the time came, I would learn from them to avenge myself. Learning that Yuanshi Tianzun on Mount Kunlun was a Taoist immortal, I spent all my family's wealth to climb the mountain and cross the water, and went to Kunlun.

  But...

  Yang Jian hastily asked: "But how?"

  Yu Yundao said, "The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign has not accepted any disciples for thirty years and has been in seclusion for over a decade. I waited on Mount Kunlun for two years without even catching a glimpse of the sovereign's face."

  The young boy from Kunlun Mountain sent me back home and gave me some traveling expenses, but who would have thought that on the way here, I was robbed by bandits. Now my great enemy is still at large, and it's hard for me to protect myself. How can I survive in this world?

  Yu Yun finished speaking and burst into loud sobs, crying as he walked straight ahead. Yang Jian wanted to stop him, but he also knew that even if he did manage to stop Yu Yun, he wouldn't know what to do next! He could barely take care of himself, how could he possibly look after someone else?

  As he watched Yu Yun's figure disappear from their line of sight, Yang Jian's heart felt as if it had been struck, Yu Yun's experience was so similar to his own!

  But will Yang Jian become the next Yu Yun?

  "Second Brother, should...should we still go find Yuanshi Tianzun?"

  Yang Jian was dazed, the old Taoist said the same thing last night, and now he met Yu Yun again. They didn't have any malice towards him, so he believed their words. He didn't want to wait in Kunlun for a year of bitter fruit.

  Yang Jian said, "Since the Heavenly Lord has closed his doors, we won't go to Kunlun Mountain." In his heart, he knew that entering Kunlun Mountain would ensure their safety, but they were not there to survive, they were there for revenge and to rescue their mother.

  "Then where are we going?" Yang Chan asked.

  Where to go? He could only think of one place, which was Yuquan Mountain's Jinxia Cave to find Yuquan Zhenren. Yang Jia, the legendary figure, was said to be Yuquan Zhenren's senior disciple and seemingly his only disciple! In the past, he didn't want to choose Yuding Zhenren because Yuan Shi Tianzun would expound the teachings of the sect's leader.

  At this moment, Yang Jian also did not dare to worry too much, his time was limited, if he was seen by the Heavenly Court, then there would really be no way out.

  Yang Jian said: "Let's go to Yuquan Mountain!"

  "Yuquan Mountain? Where is it?"

  "In this northeastern place."

  Yang Jian and his sister were thinking of heading to the northeast, but about a quarter of an hour after they left, another person suddenly appeared on the huge stone where they had been. It was Yu Rong, who transformed into an old Taoist with a Ba Gua fan in hand.

  ……

  The night was pitch black, covering the earth. The darkness was windless! A red light flashed across the sky like fire and flew to the Yang family at Guanjiangkou. The golden crow landed in the Yang family's courtyard, alone.

  Look around, it's empty! Is this really the King of Hell's doing? Yang Jiaolong and Yang Jiaonu have already died, but their souls haven't been found yet? But thinking again, that doesn't make sense. The Jade Emperor said that the King of Hell is looking for two souls, which soul can escape?

  Although Tai Jinwu knew that Yan Wang was not very capable, but this business of hooking souls and searching for spirits was second to none! Not being able to find two spirits for so many days just proved that Yang Jiaolong and his sister were indeed not dead!

  The fragments of the bluestone slab on the ground caught the attention of Da Jinwu! That was where Yang Tianyou's body was, and now there was nothing left. He thought to himself that it must have been Yang Jie and his sister who had collected Yang Tianyou's body. So he became even more certain that the two siblings were still alive.

  Dàjīnwū threw down the debris again, drew a circle with his hand in front of his eyes, closed his eyes, and a stream of immortal energy swirled around him! He closed his eyes, only to feel that scene after scene was replaying! He felt two figures pacing back and forth in the courtyard, their faces filled with worry. But they didn't resemble Yang Jiaolong's brother and sister.

  He lifted his foot and stomped it on the ground, "Boom" a big pit was trampled out of the ground by him.

  "Come out and see me on this land!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, a white mist appeared on the ground and swirled out from under the earth! It stopped in front of him, the mist dispersed, and a small old man less than five feet tall was seen, dressed like an official, with completely white hair and beard! He was still holding a sheep's head cane in his hand!