Inside Zhushan, a narrow valley that looked not big but was like a maze, a ragged dress almost turned into a black shadow hanging on her body, walking hard on the snow.

This is the Wanjian Valley and the Wanjian Formation in Zhushan. For hundreds of years, every master of the Wanjian Sect will come to Wanjian Valley to strengthen this formation step by step to train their children. Over the past few hundred years, the Wanjian Formation has become a place where disciples of the Wanjian Sect are afraid of talking about the tiger. Every disciple who can enter the Wanjian Formation and then break out with all his tails will be allowed to go down the mountain to establish a sect and sect alone, but for hundreds of years, there are only a handful of people who can accomplish this feat.

In the eyes of disciples of Wanjian Sect, if you want to safely break out of Wanjian Formation, you must at least have a level nine martial arts cultivation. You must know that the formation setting is not mentioned, but the sword energy hidden everywhere and everywhere is left by the masters of Wanjian Sect throughout the ages.

Yang Zhi was forced to enter the Ten Thousand Sword Formation. He had no choice. If he didn't enter the formation, he would not die even under the protection of his master and elders, and would live like a dog. This would be unacceptable to him who was arrogant and arrogant. Ninety percent of those who entered the Ten Thousand Sword Formation may die, but if he could break out, a brand new world would appear in front of him.

He chose to enter the Wanjian Formation. Of course, in the eyes of other Wanjian disciples, he was already a dead person before he made this choice. The news reached Shangjing City, and Yang Qing also thought that he was a dead person. Min Ruoying just smiled and never mentioned this person again.

As the only son of the former left prime minister, Min Ruoying is very familiar with Yang Zhi. A playboy who is ignorant of the world. He relies on his father's reputation and power to act as a blessing and thinks it is his ability. He himself is trying to make Yang Zhi go to Zhushan to arrest Yang Zhi. The reason why he wanted Yang Qing to go to Zhushan was just an inertial thinking to eliminate the roots. Since the leader of the Wanjian Sect and the elder of the Great Elder both opposed it, Min Ruoying was inseparable.

Like the Nantianmen of Qi, the Wanjian Sect is both the pillars of a country's military power. Even if Mr. Wen is in charge of the capital, Mr. Wen is completely uncontrollable. The Wanjian Sect is different. Their family has great achievements and their disciples have a close relationship with the court. Even if they want to clear them, they can't do it at all. As for the leader of the Wanjian Sect and the Great Elder, they often jump out and dance, in Min Ruoying's view, it is just a feeling of existence. When they really need them, they will still stand up without hesitation.

Half a year has passed, and Yang Zhi, who almost everyone thinks is dead, is still alive and is still exploring step by step in the Ten Thousand Sword Formation.

The body was not covered, and the hair and beard were almost connected into one piece. The white and tender muscles of the past were now covered with dirt. Except for the two eyes, the person who was struggling on the snow could not see any trace of Yang Zhi's past.

On the snow, two lines of footprints of his advance were deeply left. In the formation, when there was no danger, he was unwilling to waste a slightest bit of true power, because every point saved may save him in the face of dangers that may come at any time.

Danger is everywhere, but in the past six months, he has gone through a lot of hardships and finally found several absolutely safe places. These places, which he called themselves safe huts, were where he temporarily avoided and licked his wounds after being severely injured. Or, this is also a way out for the masters of all generations who set up the Ten Thousand Sword Formation to break through the formation.

Unlike those who broke into the formation before, Yang Zhi, who entered the Wanjian Formation, knew his own weight very well. In the past, the worst of those broke into the formation was the eighth level peak. After they came in, they were thinking about how to break out of the formation as soon as possible. As long as they could go out, it would not only be a matter of becoming famous, but would immediately gain huge benefits in the Wanjian Sect. They could either go down the mountain to establish a sect or be promoted to the position of elders in the sect. But even those with such cultivation level still fell into the formation from time to time, and their ambitions dispersed with the wind. And he was only a seventh level peak, and the gap between them was self-evident. If it were a hundred times more difficult for them to do, it would be a hundred times more difficult for them to do.

So, after entering the formation, the task he set for himself was to survive first.

In half a year, he did it. He survived and his martial arts cultivation steadily reached level eight.

Looking up at the sky, snow was falling from the gray sky. The sky seemed to be right in front of him, but it was out of reach. Today, he explored a place he had never been to before, and several new scars were added to his body, and the flesh was rolled up, and the blood stains condensed beside him had turned purple-black. The only benefit of such a season is that he stopped bleeding quickly.

There are many precious herbs growing in the Ten Thousand Sword Formation, which is also a benefit for the disciples who have entered the formation by masters of all generations. If these herbs were not available, Yang Zhi would have been seriously injured and died of death.

Half a year passed, and looking at the arrangements in the formation, he also realized something in his heart. Or the purpose of setting up this formation by the masters of the Wanjian Sect in history was to allow disciples to practice with peace of mind and go to a higher level. For example, the current sect leader and the old man holding swords, all of whom have been in the Wanjian Formation for a long time. Now that they have achieved their achievements, few people in this world can compare with them. But like them, those who broke through the Wanjian Formation back then have basically stopped at the peak of level nine and can no longer go further.

This is the purpose. Yang Zhi, who thought about these things clearly, for the time being, for the time being, for the time being, he wanted to go out, but if he couldn't reach a new level, he would still be a dog after he went out.

He wanted to take revenge, to rebuild the Yang family, and to become a person like the sect leader and Fu Baoshi.

He was already familiar with the way back to the safe house. This was a safe path that he had found after half a year and suffered countless injuries. It was said that it was a safe house, but it was just a crack in a cliff, and could barely shelter from the wind and snow. Yang Zhi weaved a door with branches and thatch to block the crack.

In the narrow crack, there were long swords. These were all picked up by him in the formation in the past six months. Their masters should be the losers who had failed to break through the formation for hundreds of years. Some of the swords were rusted and still as sharp as before. Next to these swords, the collected herbs were neatly placed. Compared with those swords, Yang Zhi valued these herbs more because they could repair their wounded bodies.

He grabbed a handful of herbs and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them hard, and the bitter juice flowed out of the corner of his mouth. However, there was no movement on Yang Zhi's face. He spit out the paste-shaped herbs from his mouth, slowly applied it to the wound, and a light hissing sound came from the depths of his throat. It took him half an hour to apply medicine to the paste on several injuries on his body today. He picked up a sword and carved a mark on the stone wall.

Looking at the date of his entry into the formation engraved on the top, Yang Zhi suddenly felt dazed. It turned out that it was New Year's Eve and the New Year was over. He stood here in a daze, and some things that he almost forgot in the past six months suddenly surged into his heart.

At this time in previous years, it was a time when everyone gathered together to laugh and laugh. The house was decorated with lights and everyone changed into their latest clothes. There were constant guests. The banquet never stopped. They watched the night, kowtowed, greeted New Year's greetings, and then received thick red envelopes from their elders.

In previous years, I never stayed at home during the New Year. After paying New Year's greetings to my elders on the first day of the New Year, I would sneak out of the house with silver notes in my arms, and then go straight to the restaurant and brothel with my friends, leaning against the red and green, eating wine and listening to operas, and spilling a lot of money out, gaining a sense of euphoria among the flattery of everyone.

Friend! He smiled bitterly. When his father was in power, he could not count his friends, but when his father was guilty, all of those friends were gone, and even snobs who immediately rode on his head to shit and urinate, just like some guys in the Wanjian Sect.

He suddenly felt like he wanted to cry. He regretted it. Why didn’t he spend the New Year well with his grandmother and parents at home? Now, he just wants to spend time with him, and there is no possibility of this.

The son wanted to be filial but his parents were gone. Yang Zhi figured out all this, but he couldn't save anything.

He sat down silently, groped and pulled out a piece of meat from the corner, put it in his mouth and bit it, chewed it slowly, and swallowed it slowly.

The sword energy in the Ten Thousand Sword Formation has never only attacked people, but these small animals can be unscathed. Of course, this also provides Yang Zhi with necessary food.

A shadow suddenly appeared outside the tattered tree door. Yang Zhi was shocked and looked up. The tree door had been pulled open and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"Uncle!" He stood up and looked at the person in front of him.

"I'm still alive? Not bad, it's Yang Yihe's son." Fu Baoshi's expression was still faint. "Today's New Year's Eve, I suddenly remembered you, so I came in to see if you are still alive?"

Yang Zhi smiled slightly, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Yang will not die so easily."

Fu Baoshi looked at Yang Zhi up and down. After not seeing him for half a year, Yang Zhi seemed to have changed from inside to outside. The slippery dandy he used to be missing, and a calm and restrained aura was slowly taking shape.

"It's the middle of level 8, good, good. It seems that your hope of survival has increased a lot!" Fu Baoshi bent down and picked up a food box from his feet. "Since he is still alive, it's better to have a meal of dumplings for the New Year."
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