Chapter 59

Hearing Zhang Zhaoyang's words, Yanming Jushi knew that he had made up his mind. He said to Lu Yueming and Tan Feng, "I'm going to stay here. What about you guys?"

Lu Yueming and Tan Feng looked at each other and said, "We won't go in either. We'll stand guard here for Brother Zhang."

Yanming Jushi nodded and said to Zhang Zhaoyang, "Then Nephew Zhang, you should go in. You know the chant, right?"

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and said, "Go straight for ten trees, right for eight trees, back for six trees, left for six trees. I've already memorized it in my heart. Is it correct?"

Yanming Jushi said, "That's right. That's the one. Master of Ten Thousand Swords is very thoughtful."

This sentence seemed to have a double meaning, but Zhang Zhaoyang didn't care. Instead, he checked his bag and took out a bundle of long, thin, snow-white string. Yanming Jushi's eyes lit up and asked, "Nephew Zhang, is this string woven from snow silk?"

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and nodded, praising, "Martial Uncle Yanming's eyes are indeed sharp. This is indeed woven from the snow silk that can only be found in the frozen lands of the Far North, mixed with other precious strands."

Yanming Jushi asked again, "I heard that this snow silk is abnormally tough. Ordinary swords can't cut it. Is that true?"

Zhang Zhaoyang said, "That's right. Why don't Martial Uncle give it a try?"

Yanming Jushi thought for a moment and said, "For Nephew Zhang's safety, I'll give it a try."

After saying this, he took out the sharp dagger that he used last time and said to Zhang Zhaoyang, "My dagger can cut through iron like mud. Can this string take it?"

Zhang Zhaoyang still smiled and said, "Martial Uncle Yanming, there's no harm in trying. When my Sword Master obtained this string, he already tried it. Other than the Divine Sword Guarding Peak, no other sword has been able to leave a mark on it."

When Yanming Jushi heard this, he picked up the dagger and used his strength to cut at the snow white string on the ground. As expected, when he raised his hand, the string didn't leave a single mark. Yanming Jushi couldn't help but shake his head, saying, "The Master of Ten Thousand Swords is indeed a good schemer. If you don't sacrifice the child, you can't trap the wolf. To be willing to take out such a treasure, good scheming, good scheming."

Zhang Zhaoyang still didn't answer. He picked up the silk rope from the ground and tied one end to the wild jujube tree where Yanming Lay's sword mark, while the other end was tied to his waist. Then, he said to Yanming Lay, "Martial Uncle Yanming, this snow silk has another advantage, which is to use internal strength to shake it. It will transmit the shaking to the other side. Even if the silk rope is tied to the tree, the other side can still feel it. Martial Uncle Yanming, please wait here. After this junior enters the forest, please send a message every once in a while. This junior has also replied, saying that this junior is safe. When this junior reaches the other side of the forest, I will send four messages to senior. At that time, if you still want to enter, please follow the silk rope's finger and lead it inside. How about it?"

How about it? "Yanming Jushi smiled and said," Alright, then we'll have to trouble Martial Nephew. We'll just wait for the ready-made one. "

Then, Zhang Zhaoyang took out the leather from Wan Jian Peak and handed it to Yanming Jushi, saying, "Martial Uncle Yanming, if I encounter any mishap in the forest, please return this leather to my family's Sword Master."

Yanming Jushi stared blankly and frowned, saying, "Such a precious item, how can your family's Sword Master be at ease with giving it to me?"

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and said, "Since Martial Uncle is in an alliance with my family's Sword Master, naturally you're not an outsider. I can entrust it to you."

Yanming Jushi stretched out his hand and received it, saying, "Martial Nephew, feel free to enter. When we meet in the secret area, I'll immediately return it to you."

Zhang Zhaoyang said gratefully, "Thank you Martial Uncle, I'll enter now."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Zhaoyang pulled out his long sword and was about to enter the forest with his head held high.

Suddenly, Yanming Jushi stopped him and asked, "How long is this silk rope of yours?

I remember that it takes a long time to enter the forest, at least four or five miles. "

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and patted the other bags, saying, "Disciple has prepared more here. If it's still not enough, then disciple will turn back."

Yanming Jushi looked at the bag on his waist and shook his head with a bitter smile, saying in his heart, "This Wan Chengjiu is really ambitious and ruthless."

Zhang Zhaoyang once again cupped his hands and bowed to everyone. Then, he picked up his sword and carefully stepped into the sun-dappled Suanjujube Forest.

At first, Yanming Jushi and the others could still see Zhang Zhaoyang's back from the outside, but when he walked deeper into the forest, they couldn't see him anymore. Only the snow white silk rope was left hanging between the trees of the Suanjujube Forest, motionless.

After waiting for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, there was no movement in the Suanjujube Forest, and there was no sound of birds chirping. Yanming Jushi walked forward and pulled the silk rope. It was still tight, so he used his internal energy to send it out. After a while, he felt a tremor in his hand. It seemed that Zhang Zhaoyang was still moving forward safely. Yanming Jushi's heart was a bit more at ease.

Yanming Jushi returned with his hands folded. Lu Yueming and Tan Feng naturally looked at him eagerly, waiting for Zhang Zhaoyang's news. Yanming Jushi smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything. In this strange place, Yanming Jushi felt a trace of pressure, so he couldn't help but use his mind to resist. Therefore, he, who didn't have much to say, was too lazy to say anything superfluous.

After waiting for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, suddenly, Yanming Jushi's heart jumped for no reason. It seemed that, perhaps, he heard a scream in the forest, but his ears obviously didn't hear any movement. It was still a dead silent forest. He looked back at the two people beside him in surprise, but found that Lu Yueming and Tan Feng were also surprised, and their eyes were rolling around. He said in his heart, "Not good."

He immediately jumped forward, put his hand on the silk rope tied to the tree, and used his internal energy. After a while, there was still no response. Yanming Jushi was very anxious, and used his internal energy to send a message again, but there was still no response. Yanming Jushi thought for a moment, and used his hand to pull the silk rope back to see if he could pull it out.

Sure enough, it could be pulled, and it was very light in the hand.

Yanming Jushi pulled the silk rope from the forest with a heavy expression. Tan Feng hurried forward to help tidy up the silk rope that had already been pulled out. Lu Yueming pulled out his long sword and stood beside Yanming Jushi, his eyes staring at the entrance of the jujube forest that looked very ordinary.

He had already pulled out a lot of the silk rope, and he saw that Zhang Zhaoyang had tied a dead knot. It was probably the second one he had connected, but he still didn't see anything. Yanming couldn't help but speed up. Not long after, the silk rope in Tan Feng's hand had been coiled up into a large bundle. Yanming also heard a rustling sound in the wild jujube forest. As the speed of his hand changed, the sound kept coming out. It should be something on the other end of the silk rope. At this time, Yanming was even more careful. He slowed down and pulled out bit by bit.

It was getting closer and closer. Everyone was on high alert.

However, there was no monster at the end of the silk rope. There was also nothing on the silk rope, only the end of the thread.

Yanming Jushi frowned, picked up the end of the thread, and carefully examined it. The bald end of the thread was actually irregular, as if it had been pulled, and not cut neatly with a sharp sword. Yanming Jushi put the end of the thread to his nose and sniffed it carefully. There was a faint smell of blood. Looking more carefully, there were some bloodstains on the silk rope. It seemed that Zhang Zhaoyang had met with misfortune. He didn't even leave behind any relics. Yanming Jushi sighed.

On the other side, Tan Feng also took down the silk rope tied to the tree, and handed the entire silk rope made of precious snow silk to Yanming Jushi. At this time, Lu Yueming, who was holding the sword in his hand, opened his mouth and asked Yanming Jushi, "Martial Uncle Yanming, you've been here twice. Did you notice anything different from other places?"

Yanming Jushi thought for a moment, and said in puzzlement, "I didn't notice anything different.

Nephew, did you find anything? "

Lu Yueming looked at the deep forest of jujubes, and said thoughtfully, "Martial Uncle Yanming, I grew up in the mountains. Although I've never seen such a large forest of jujubes, I often go to other forests of this size. After being here for so long, I always felt that this forest was different from other forests. After thinking for a long time, I realized that this forest is very strange. It's like there's a fog inside, and the sun can't shine in."

Yanming Jushi chuckled and said, "Yes, nephew is very careful. The last time we entered, there was a fog inside, and we couldn't see very far. There wasn't much sunlight, and there were many animal and human bones inside."

Lu Yueming nodded and said, "In most dangerous places, there will always be people who are curious and go in. Animals will also rashly go in, and the bones left behind are not special.

However, there's something special here that doesn't exist elsewhere? "

Yanming Jushi and Tan Feng asked curiously, "What's special about it?"

Lu Yueming said, "Listen, are there any birds singing in this forest of jujubes?"

Yanming Jushi and Tan Feng listened carefully. Sure enough, there weren't any birds singing in that mysterious forest. Yanming Jushi thought for a while and said, "Nephew is right. The last time I entered the forest, it was also completely silent. There weren't any birds singing."

Lu Yueming said seriously, "This is where this junior is strange.

Those birds aren't like beasts. They have wings and can go anywhere in the world. Moreover, the forest is a bird's home. Doesn't Martial Uncle Yanming find it strange that there aren't any birds singing in such a large forest of jujubes? "

After hearing Lu Yueming's words, Yanming Jushi's heart suddenly swayed and seemed to sink. All the hair on his body stood up, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He looked at the bloodstained rope in his hand and felt a wave of panic for no reason. He then looked at the forest of jujubes that was deathly silent like a sleeping monster. He didn't want to stay a moment longer, so he waved his hand and said, "Nephew, this isn't the place to talk. Let's leave first and find a safe place to talk."

Lu Yueming and Tan Feng hurriedly said, "We'll follow Martial Uncle Yanming's instructions."

Yanming Jushi didn't say much, and put the rope woven from snow silk into his bag. He took Lu Yueming and Tan Feng and used his qinggong to quickly leave, and didn't look back.

The silent forest of jujubes was filled with dense fog, as if nothing had happened.

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