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The few of them fought fiercely, stirring up the originally quiet and deep bamboo forest. Fine snow and withered leaves were raised one after another, filling the air and becoming violent and foul, causing people to suffocate.

As soon as he fought with the grey-clothed old man, the black-clothed man surprisingly discovered that the old man's arms were deep and his inner strength was deep and unfathomable. His own inner strength was completely useless, as if he was trapped in a birdcage.

The black shadow continued to fiercely thrust forward. After a few moves, they were all broken by the grey-clothed old man, and he then stabbed out with his sword moves that were like stones sinking into the ocean, falling into a forest. He actually could not injure him in the slightest, and continued to stab out with his sword moves.

The two of them wanted to escape, but they were stopped by the grey-clothed old man's thick Inner Qi. The black shadow of the dead person's sword move stabbed over, but was blocked by the grey-clothed old man's backhand, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. If this palm had landed on a normal person's body, the person would have been severely injured. The black figure stood up unsteadily, picked up the sword on the ground, and pounced over once again.

The black-clothed person could only rely on his meticulous thinking and extremely quick reaction to barely defend, but he was already clearly at an extreme disadvantage. Within ten moves, even the strength to defend would completely disappear.

After a dozen or so moves, the black-clothed man knew that the two of them together were not a match for the grey-clothed old man. It was best for them to escape the bamboo forest as soon as possible. As a result, the two used all their strength to fly up. They threw out dozens of cold hidden weapons, and shot them towards the gray-clothed old man with a "crackling sound." Both of them tried their best to escape.

If it was an ordinary person, they would have inevitably dodged the dozens of rays of cold light in order to avoid being injured. Who knew that the grey-clothed old man would not even look at it? With a wave of his grey-clothed sleeve, that incomparably sharp cold light was unexpectedly knocked away by the 'hua hua' sound and fell limply to the ground.

At this time, the two black figures had already disappeared without a trace.

"Ai, the two of them are no match for you. Why didn't you chase them?" Shen Jingyang was still lying on the ground, blood flowing from his mouth. He squeezed out a feeble word from his throat, "These two definitely know the truth behind the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest tragedy …" Shen Jingyang's chest was injured, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"These two aren't human." The grey-clothed old man walked over and looked at Shen Jingyang's injuries, "Young Hero, your injuries aren't light. However, Old Daoist Yan will come to save you."

Shen Jingyang forced a smile and said, "I don't care if my life is on the line or not. Let's quickly see how Yu Yin is doing." He anxiously looked at Yu Yin, who was still unconscious on the ground in the distance. His heart was in a state of panic, and a row of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The grey-clothed old man only shot a sidelong glance at Yuyin, "She's fine. It's just that she was knocked unconscious by a burst of baleful qi. After she wakes up, she'll be fine." With that, he stood up and left.

Only then did Shen Jingyang come back to his senses. He didn't even look at the old man in the grey cloth seriously. It had been too short a time, and he couldn't remember what he had looked like. Shen Jingyang endured the severe pain in his chest and shouted, "Ah, this savior, may I ask for your name? When I, Shen Jingyang have recovered, I will definitely pay you a visit and thank you!

"There's no need to repay me. It's best if you take care of your wounds. In the future, your task will be too heavy." The grey-clothed old man turned around, and a smile appeared on his slightly plump face as he muttered, "This Old Daoist Yan is stingy. If I don't pass his Myriad Arrow Fusion Book to you, the Dark Bow in your hand will not be of any use."

"Senior, are you sure you don't want to leave your name on Shooting Sun?"

"I've already forgotten my name. If you really want to remember me, just call me the Old Wine!" Before he finished speaking, the old man in grey had already disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Shen Jingyang's body was in intense pain. His whole body was twitching in pain, and his head felt like it was about to explode. He felt as if his body was falling down nonstop. In the darkness before his eyes, in that blurry black void, he was suddenly gripped by an evil force and dragged him towards that bottomless abyss of evil …

After an unknown amount of time, as if he had experienced thousands of cold days and nights, he finally opened his eyes when a ray of warm sunlight seeped in from outside the window. Perhaps he had been in the dark for too long, so long that he seemed to have forgotten the appearance of the sunlight and the color of the light. He felt the sun sting his eyes, then close them again. Until a familiar, gentle voice came to him, "Shooting Sun, are you feeling better?", "Shooting Sun, wake up!", "Shooting Sun, did you hear me?". The soft murmurs were like the sounds of nature waking up the sleeping earth. They vaguely aroused Shen Jingyang's fragile nerves.

Slowly, Shen's eyes opened and he timidly rolled his eyes. He was getting used to the bright sunlight because he had dreamt too many dark nights in his sleep.

"Yuyin, are we still in the bamboo forest?" He looked at the girl sitting next to him and finally knew that her name was Yuyin, but because of her weak body, his figure was still very weak, "Why is it so warm in the bamboo forest?"

Yu Yin saw that Shen Zhongyang had woken up. Tears welled in her eyes as she said in a trembling voice, "Rising Sun, you're finally awake. This is not a bamboo forest. We're in Taixuan …"

Shen Jingyang stared blankly at the interior of the house. It was only then that he recalled the incident that happened in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest: Dark Bamboo Necklace, Black Cloth Cloth Robe, Undead Shadow, Black Robe, Grey-Cloaked Old Man, and Wine Master … However, there was another tearing pain in his chest. He held his chest and gasped for breath, as if he was about to suffocate.

Seeing this, Yuyin hurriedly helped him calm his chest, "You've just woken up. You're severely injured, so don't move, and don't think too much. Just lie still."

After he calmed down a little, seeing his doubtful expression and his hesitant eyes, Yu Yin immediately understood and explained everything to him.

It turned out that during the battle between the Undead and the black clothed man in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest that day, he had been heavily injured and had been saved by the mysterious old man. After being unconscious for two days, Yuyin quickly woke up. On the other hand, due to the frequent use of the Dark Hidden Bow during fierce battles and the use of his internal energy as a bow, he had been exhausted of his internal energy. He was also hit by the fierce palm attack of the man in black. While he was unconscious, Yin Bao Scroll had used the prized medicinal pill of Taixuan's most precious pill — the Origin Swallowing Pill, to heal his wounds. She had allowed him to consume one pill a day to help him quickly recover his strength. Yin Bao Scroll even went so far as to personally channel inner Qi to him every day to reduce the risk of his internal energy being depleted, causing his life to decline.

After Yu Yin had finished speaking, Shen Jingyang heaved a long sigh. He never thought that he would be in such a coma for so many days, and that Elder Yin would have to put in so much effort to take care of him. It was just that the Undead and black-clothed man had escaped for nothing. It was truly regretful. And there was also that mysterious old man in the grey cloth. Just who was he, and where did he come from? He was still puzzled by many of the things that had happened in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest.

He looked out the window at the warm sun. "Now, has the snow stopped and the sun shined?" It was as if he had gone out to see the warm winter sun and to breathe the fresh, clear air.

"Mhm, the weather has cleared up in the past few days." Yu Yin looked at him and knew what he was thinking, "Let me help you walk around."

With the support of Yu Yin, he slowly walked out of the house and stood in the courtyard. He felt the sun shine on his body time and time again, and he actually felt as if he had been reborn from a tribulation.

While Shen Jingyang was deep in thought, a familiar figure entered his sight. Yin Bao Chen walked in. With a gratified smile on his face, he said, "Rising Sun, you're finally awake?!" It was still that familiar voice.

"That's right, Elder Yin, I didn't expect to be unconscious for forty-nine days at once." At this moment, Shen Xiangyang had already gradually recovered his physical strength, and his breathing was steady. "During this period of time, it's all thanks to the elder's meticulous care and treatment, otherwise, I'm afraid that Seiyang would have long since …"

"Sigh. Sunpierce, you've traveled for the sake of the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest's case and have received heavy injuries. How could I, Taixuan, not save you?" Yin Bao rolled his eyes as he laughed. He slowly paced back and forth, his calm face filled with unhappiness and doubt, "But, Dieyang, I want to know, with your martial arts skills, how did you receive such a heavy injury? What exactly happened that day?"

Shen Jingyang knew that Yu Yin's words alone wouldn't be enough to restore the scene from that day. Thus, he recounted everything that happened in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest in detail to Yin Bao, as if he was recalling it once more.

It was rare for the sun to warm up in winter, and although the snow on the roof and branches was still deep, it still couldn't block the warmth of the sun. Shen Jingyang's narration was the complete opposite of the current warm weather. The more Yin Bao listened, the more he felt a chill run down his spine.

Just as Shen Jingyang had expected, when he heard the words' Undead Shadow 'and' Black Cloaked Hero ', Yin Baoyun's face turned ashen. A hint of fear flashed through his eyes. It was clear that he was extremely wary of the' Undead Shadow 'and' Black Cloaked Hero '.

After a long while, the Yin Scroll frowned, "That shadow should have been the one who fought against the fifth hidden spirit in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest back then. It was because of him that this shadow had been possessed by a hidden spirit for so many years, and it still remained hidden in that area." Yin Bao Scroll's eyes were half-raised as she looked at the thick layer of snow on the leaves above, "It seems like an expert is directing it from behind."

Yin Bao rolled up his eyes and said, "Shooting Sun, when you fought with those two, did you see their faces or their moves?"

That black shadow moved as fast as lightning, without any pattern, but it still won quickly. "Shen Jingyang searched his mind for the scene of that day when he fought with the two of them," At that time, I have some familiarity with the eyes and moves of that black clothed man. His eyes are practically the same as the black clothed man I met in the Taihua Altar's stone forest all those years ago.

"It seems like it's very possible that it's just one person!"

Yin Bao asked casually, "Have you found any valuable clues from this trip to the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest?"

"No!" It's all because Shooting Sun is incompetent. " Shen Jingyang hesitated for a moment, but still denied it. He knew that the clue at the corner of that black cloth was too important, and it might be the only clue that would lead to the truth behind the tragedy. Before he could confirm anything, he decided not to reveal this clue to anyone.

Then, Shen also mentioned the appearance of the mysterious old man in grey cloth, his kung fu, words, movements and moves.

"Oh, there's actually such an otherworldly expert in the Qing Qiu mountain. I wonder what is his background?" At this moment, there were so many clues that Yan Baoyun's mind was in a mess. He had to calm down and deal with these countless clues, but now he had more important things to do.

"Sunpierce, come with me." Yin Baoyun said to Shen Jingyang, before turning around and walking out. Shen Jingyang hurriedly followed behind him. Yuyin originally wanted to follow him, but Shen Jingyang waved his hand and said, "Yuyin, wait for me here. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Yin Bao Scroll brought Shen Zhongyang to the Blue Firmament Hall. Before this, Shen Jingyang had discussed a lot of important matters with the Six Realms and hadn't paid much attention to the main hall. Right now, the large Green Firmament Hall was vast and spacious. Only when he and Yan Baoyun stood in the great hall did they feel such solemnity, causing others to feel respect for them, and yet they didn't notice that they were not in the main hall.

Yin Bao Yun's expression was stern as he said in a clear voice, "Yang Dian, even though you are an abandoned disciple of Tai Hua Altar, in my Tai Xuan Capital's eyes, you will forever be one of us. For so many years, we have always regarded you as our disciple. Ever since two years ago, the guest elder of Shocking Cloud Altar had bestowed upon you the ancient divine weapon, the Dark Concealment Bow, upon your dying day. The Dark Hidden Bow will only be able to display its greatest power if it is in your hands. "

Yin Bao rolled on, "Yang Shooting, it's not that the treasure scrolls are weak and jealous of talent, but because the time has not come yet, because once the Myriad Arrows Return to Sect and the Dark Bow are combined, it will produce an enormous amount of power. All the previous Elders had left a message: only those who had gone through thousands of trials and tribulations, and had high moral standards, would be worthy of having the arrows returned to their Sect. Until now, after many years of observation, you are the one who is worthy of the Dark Hidden Bow and the Myriad Arrows Returning to Sect. "

"Master, please don't." Shen Jingyang hurriedly took two steps back, bowing in apology, "Just what kind of status does he have? How could he possibly possess such an ancient secret manual?"

Yin Bao Yun was resolute, "You don't have to decline. How can heroic youths that roam the world be afraid of challenges? Furthermore, with the return of ten thousand arrows, you can do many things. Your life experience is also much more colorful and dazzling. "

Shen Jingyang remained silent. In fact, in his heart, how could he not want the rumored "Ten Thousand Arrows Return to the Sect"? However, he knew that a gentleman had his own reasons, which was why he maintained his restraint. Now, Yin Bao Scroll had taken the initiative to pass down the prized treasure of Taixuan's capital, the Myriad Arrows Return School, causing his burden to be even heavier in the future.

Immediately, Yin Mo Chen took out the Myriad Arrows Gui Yuan Sect's secret manual and instructed Shen Jingyang. Although the Myriad Arrows Gui Sect's secret manual was a secret manual, if it was used on the Dark Bow, it would be exactly five ancient arrows. These five arrows were, in succession, Seven Deadly Slaughter, Army Destroyer, Greedy Wolf, Phecda, and Giant Gate. These five arrows respectively represented the five types of greed in the world. Although these five arrows were intangible, he still had to practice the Myriad Arrows Return to the Martial Ancestor Realm, and transform the arrows contained in the arrows into the inner strength of his body. Normally, the hidden bow would hide itself within his body, and when the battle was going on, it would follow its owner's movements and shoot out the arrow using the hidden bow. The power of the five arrows was incomparable. They could shoot down from above as well as shoot down from below as well as shoot down from below as well.

Shen Jingyang looked at the contents written on the manual and felt that it was extremely strange and mysterious.

"Riding on the flowing light, planning for flying scenery, Ling Liuxu, digesting and dissolving. To be above the world, to be below nothing. "Through the door of the sweat, through the fields of Tsui Chung..."

"A string of thread is not the same as a dragon in a trade. The walking stick policy, do not easy to take responsibility for the same. "Hidden Night shines on Song Roughs and is immune to the attacks of other mountains …"

For the past few days, Shen Jingyang had been practicing diligently every day. He wanted to delve into the mysteries of the Profiles, learn the Seven Deadly Slaughter, Army Destroyer, Greedy Wolf, Phecda, and Giant Gate techniques. His skill naturally improved every day.

In the Demon World's cold palace, Zhu Jiuyin once again locked himself up, not allowing Jin Si to disturb him. He needed to recover his inner force. Although there were no obvious injuries on his body, a few of the meridians in his body were still broken and a large portion of his inner force was damaged. This was the first time in his life that he had experienced such a terrifying and formless confrontation, and he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of fear.

Who was that mysterious old man in grey? Where did he come from?