The Wheel-Turning Master.

Chapter 287 Unspeakable

There was no wind on the top of the mountain, and the plum trees pressed down, blocking out the starry sky.

Mu Zhen saw all the flying knives coming out of the mist, all of which carried the meaning of destruction, and he knew that Lin Bai had already succeeded.

The flying knife circled on the top of the mountain for a while, as if guiding something, and then fell into the mist again.

"Are you becoming more and more skilled?" Mu Zhen murmured.

But in just a moment, flying knives flew out from the mist again in large numbers and headed towards Mu Zhen.

At this moment, the flying knife was ordinary and did not carry any power.

"Don't resist!" Seeing that the flying knife was about to hit him, Lin Bai's voice came from the mist.

Mu Zhen gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and felt as if his whole body was pierced by flying knives like a hedgehog.

Then she felt like she was falling into the galaxy, passing through the long river of time. In a trance, the flying knife left her body and fell into the mist again.

Mu Zhen opened his eyes, feeling pain all over his body, but the sword intent in his body that seemed to be able to grind his flesh and blood into powder was no longer there.

Although the feeling of being burdened remains, most of the shackles have undoubtedly been removed.

Mu Zhen gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body, looking at the mist. He roughly understood in his heart that Lin Zhuanlun had indeed imitated the method of Taoist Wuxiang and absorbed the sword intent here.

Yin Yan was not far from Mu Zhen. He stared at Mu Zhen blankly, then looked at the fog, and finally looked at the stone statue under the plum tree reluctantly.

Mu Zhen glanced at Yin Yan, ignored him, swallowed the pill, and closed his eyes to recover.

Another quarter of an hour later, Mu Zhen suddenly heard the sound of a knife passing by, so he opened his eyes to look.

I saw Yin Yan had already stood up, his handless arms spread out, and the flying knife kept spinning in the air.

Then the flying knife stabbed down, penetrating into Yin Yan's bones, blood and flesh. The flying knife trembled, then left the body and returned to the mist.

It seemed that Yin Yan had not much blood left to bleed. He staggered forward, his one eye tightly closed, and he had a strange smile on his face.

After feeling it for a while, he opened his one eye and looked at the fog ahead.

"Junior brother Zhuanlun is extremely talented. Although he has only recently formed his elixir, he is already extraordinary. I am afraid that even a cultivator in the late Jindan stage would find it difficult to defeat him."

Yin Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Only when Senior Brother Xu Jing comes can he be your opponent."

The "Senior Brother Jing" he called was actually the eldest disciple of the Lord of Jiuzha Mountain, named Jing Situi.

Lin Bai naturally heard what Yin Yan said, but ignored it.

Hiding in the mist, after the sword intent was removed, Lin Bai's wounds began to heal, flesh and blood slowly grew, and his tendons and bones slowly repaired.

But his face was extremely pale, which was caused by excessive consumption of spiritual energy and consciousness.

Lin Bai looked at the gourd, and saw fine lines on the black and white gourd, as if a tall-crowned plum tree was branded on it.

In the past, when the gourd was used to resist the thunder, lightning patterns appeared.

At this moment, the sword intent that permeated the top of the mountain had become extremely thin, and it was difficult to lead it into the gourd.

Lin Bai also seemed to be exhausted, but the gourd was vast, seemingly endless. It did not feel full due to the excessive storage of the sense of destruction, nor was it erased by the sense of destruction. It was truly magical.

Close your eyes and come to the stone plate.

The fog was still there outside, with a hint of green on it, and the moon was even whiter.

There is another black color wrapped outside the fog, but it is extremely thin.

"Now I have sealed most of the sword intent in the gourd, and I can use it at will. But it is still the legacy of a great power, just a few waves in the sea of ​​mighty power. If I use it all the time, I am afraid it will not last long."

"After we get out, feel it carefully. If we can grasp even a little bit of the true meaning of destruction, that will be a long-term plan!"

After thinking for a moment, Lin Bai cleared his mind and gathered his energy.

Seeing that Lin Bai was still in the fog, Mu Zhen did not get anxious and waited patiently.

The opportunity is right in front of him, but Mu Zhen is no longer in a hurry.

"He has already eaten and drunk enough on this trip. Is he going to renege on the promise I made?"

Mu Zhen flicked the copper bowl with a painful look on her face.

"Junior Sister Mu, I know a hidden cave. It is where the Nascent Soul fell. There must be secrets in it! It's just that we don't have enough manpower to open it..." Yin Yan looked at Mu Zhen with one eye.

"Jiuzha Mountain is rich and there are many Jindan cultivators at the same level as you. Why not invite your friends? Like the Senior Brother Jing you just mentioned." Mu Zhen said.

"I will not try to get the skin of a tiger." Yin Yan was very sincere and said word by word: "I am willing to offer the secret to Junior Sister Mu and Junior Brother Zhuanlun, and I hope that you two can achieve enlightenment soon."

Mu Zhen looked at Yin Yan and couldn't help laughing. He said, "For you, the path to the Nascent Soul is of course very high. It would be helpful to be able to peek into the secrets of the Nascent Soul. But I am originally a descendant of the Wood Demon, and there are others who teach me..."

She shook her head and smiled, then continued, "Why would I dig up someone else's grave when I have a living Yuanying to guide me?"

"..." Yin Yan was stunned and couldn't speak.

"Brother Yin, the path to attaining the Nascent Soul state is getting harder and harder." Mu Zhen pointed at the Li tree in front of him and said, "You have already lost."

Yin Yan was trembling all over, staring at Mu Zhen with resentment in his one eye.

"Your psychedelic eyes can only be used on people who are seriously injured or mentally disturbed. It's useless to me. It's just a child's trick. Actually, I can do it too." Mu Zhen smiled.

Yin Yan was about to speak, but suddenly he saw the mist recede like a tide and disappear into Lin Bai's sleeves.

The two looked over and saw Lin Zhuanlun standing on the top of the mountain, drinking wine from his gourd. He seemed like a different person. Although he was still wearing tattered clothes, most of the wounds on his body had healed.

There was a sense of fatigue and vicissitudes on his face, and a streak of silver was mixed in the ends of his hair.

"How do you feel?" Mu Zhen asked curiously.

"It feels like I've walked the path of the Taoist Wuxiang, and it feels like a thousand years have passed." Lin Bai smiled and took another sip of wine. "I've walked from birth to death, and at least I've passed the difficult time."

He raised the gourd and said with a smile, "It is worthy of the care of Taoist Wuxiang."

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Zhuanlun!" Yin Yan stepped forward, his one eye wide open, "I believe you have made further progress this time, and you will be able to go further in the path of sword cultivation in the future."

"Brother Yin, you are so kind." Lin Bai replied with a smile.

Yin Yan stopped and looked at Lin Bai with one eye. He frowned for a long time, as if wondering how much murderous intent was left in this junior fellow disciple.

"I have always been doing appraisal work and I treat people kindly, so naturally the people I meet are respectful and polite. I thought that everyone would respect me and give way to me. It seems that I was naive. Brother Zhuanlun has no intention of forgiving me." Yin Yan said in a deep voice.

"Brother Yin, you can't be allowed to plot against others but not allow others to kill you, right? There is no such logic in the world." Lin Bai said.

"In that case, let me try Brother Zhuanlun's sword formation again!" Blood flowed from Yin Yandu's eyes and his body sank as if he was bearing the weight of mountains and rivers.

He didn't care that Mu Zhen was not far behind him, and he didn't take any precautions. He just stared at Lin Bai in front of him.

Yin Yan's hair turned even paler, and his broken arm leaned forward, "Lin Zhuanlun, just now you said that one glance can last for a thousand years, now I will let you know what a single leaf can block your vision!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bronze-faced shadow with huge, strange eyes appeared behind Yin Yan.

A dazzling light burst out from the eyes of the bronze mask, carrying a sense of vastness and boundlessness.

"Out!" Lin Bai tapped the gourd lightly, and saw flying knives coming out one after another, a total of eighteen knives.

The bronze-faced shadow stepped forward to meet the flying knife, but it broke as soon as it touched it and dissipated without a trace. With a loud bang, Yin Yan's eye exploded, leaving only a horrible bloody hole.

He staggered forward a step and saw the flying knife piercing through his body.

For a moment, the feeling of being destroyed by the sword intent reappeared, penetrating deep into the flesh, blood, and bones, and it was even more violent, as if it was endless.

"You... borrow the sword power of the great man? Then... let's die together!" Yin Yan's eyes were empty and he could not see anything. His body was full of holes made by flying knives, but he became more and more ruthless, looking like a madman, and he even wanted to cause his golden elixir to self-destruct.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yin Yan suddenly realized that even the fear in his heart had been worn away, and he had no idea what to do. Not only did his body seem to be thrown into a millstone, but even his mind and consciousness had been crushed into dust.

Mu Zhen watched carefully from the side and saw that although Yin Yan was hit by a flying knife, he did not seem to be seriously injured and even took two steps forward.

But then, from clothes to white hair, to flesh, internal organs, and bones, everything slowly but quickly turned into ashes and scattered around.

Even though the power of the sword intent left by the powerful being has long since disappeared, it is still not something that a mere golden elixir can contend with.

Only at this moment did the flying knife slowly return to the gourd.

"The Taoist master of Wuxiang studies the way of time and space, and you are indeed a true disciple. What a great Lin Zhuanlun!" Mu Zhen was really impressed to see that Lin Bai could use the gourd as a medium to borrow the remaining intention of the great power.

"Since the Master of Wuxiang Dao practices two great ways, he must have endless wonderful methods. How come he was surrounded and killed?" Lin Bai estimated that even with his current ability, he could fight off two or three late Jindan masters, or even run away from five or six of them and escape safely.

"She is too young, advanced the latest, and has been plotted against for a long time. It is natural that she has no chance of winning under the siege." Mu Zhen said with a smile.

"Even cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage are naturally sensitive and connected to the great Dao of heaven and earth. They will be able to detect when others have the intention to harm them. Why doesn't Taoist Master Wuxiang have any response?" Lin Bai asked again.

"That's why we have to take action when Taoist Wuxiang is weak. If Taoist Wuxiang is allowed to cultivate for another few thousand years, I'm afraid only someone who cultivates the same path as her can eliminate her." Mu Zhen said.

"Then your ancestor..." Lin Bai was very curious. If Sister Zhen's ancestor was also a Taoist master, had he ever taken action?
"My ancestor doesn't care about these things, it's just dog biting dog!" Mu Zhen smiled and said gently: "Those powerful ones are so tall, their life spans are much longer than you and me. A nap is the life span of a Jindan or Yuanying cultivator, so they have no time to care about you."

Lin Bai felt much more relieved.

"But as a Taoist master, your descendants or your sects and clans must be large, so it's better for you to keep a low profile." Mu Zhen smiled sweetly.

"..." Lin Bai's face looked even uglier.

Mu Zhen didn't say anything either, just walked forward with a smile.

The two men came under the plum tree. Mu Zhen bowed and saluted the two stone statues, while Lin Bai knelt down and saluted the Taoist Master Wuxiang.

Lin Bai and Wuxiang Taoist Master are not master and disciple in name, but they are master and disciple in reality.

From the Wordless Secret Realm, to the Formless Tomb, and then to the Endless River, although he encountered dangers again and again and narrowly escaped death, he truly received the favor of others. The gourd in his hand and the method he practiced were all obtained from the Taoist Master Wuxiang.

Kneeling won't hurt you.

After kneeling down and standing up, Lin Bai bowed to another stone statue.

After worshipping the stone statue, Lin Bai and Mu Zhen went to watch the chess game between the two.

The stone table was small, with only a chessboard but no chess pot to hold the chess pieces, and no one knew where the chess pieces came from.

Judging from the positions of the two stone statues, the Taoist master Wuxiang is holding white and the old man is holding black.

The white pieces are in a corner, struggling to survive, while the black pieces are moving freely and aggressively, with the potential to swallow the whole thing.

Lin Bai and Jiang Xingchi had played chess several times, so they had some experience. But looking at this chess game, the white pieces were really too inferior. If the black pieces didn't make any mistakes, there would be no chance of a comeback.

There are plum leaves on the chessboard and a broken stone in the middle.

Look up at the plum tree again, there are plum fruits on it.

No one knows how long this plum tree has been around. The fruits are as big as a baby's fist, all pink and crystal clear.

With just a slight feeling, one can tell that this fruit is extremely full of spiritual energy and has a sense of vigor and vitality, but it has also been deeply planted with the intent of the sword.

I don’t know what effect this fruit has, but if you force yourself to take it, you must be able to resist the ravages of its destructive power.

Lin Bai carefully checked the surroundings again and found that the only thing he could take away from here was the chessboard, apart from the plum tree fruits.

However, the object that gave him the auspicious feeling in his heart was not the plum tree fruit, nor the chessboard, but a stone on the chessboard that seemed to have been thrown away casually.

This stone should be the remnant of something that broke. There are lines on both sides, but nothing mysterious about it. It is just an ordinary object like the stone statue and stone table.

Lin Bai closed his eyes and thought silently, and found that the pattern on the broken stone matched a spot on his own stone plate!
"My natal item?" Lin Bai finally understood why the sense of good fortune was so strong.

Lin Bai's natal chart is mainly composed of a stone plate and supplemented by fog, but he has no idea what the two are and where they come from.

Seeing this stone at this moment, Lin Bai felt an inexplicable sense of closeness, which made him certain that this stone was the fragment of the stone plate!

"If you were playing with white pieces, how would you win?" Mu Zhen suddenly asked with a laugh.

Lin Bai was stunned by this sentence. He opened his eyes and looked at the chessboard carefully. He thought for a while and then shook his head. "I am not good at chess because of my low level of Taoism."

"Does that mean you give up?" Mu Zhen smiled.

"Not really." Lin Bai smiled back, "I'm not good at drinking tea and playing chess. I'm good at picking up the chessboard and hitting it."

"What a great Lin Zhuanlun!" Mu Zhen clapped her hands and laughed. There was no blood on her body. At the moment, her head was slightly tilted, with bright eyes and white teeth. She looked like she was immersed in water and would melt at any time.

Ever since Lin Bai met Sister Zhen in Daoyin Sect, she has been asking for more from him. She hadn't stopped the night before he came here, but he didn't expect that she would be so excited again now.

I don't know if it's because he's too hungry or for some other reason, but Lin Bai actually feels afraid. It's not that his Hun Yuan body is not good enough, but he can't figure out why she's so horny and how to get it.

"Sister Zhen!" Lin Bai put aside his evil thoughts and said seriously, "Now the opportunity is here. Plum tree fruit, chessboard, and broken stone. Which of these three things do you want?"

"I want you." Mu Zhen's voice was very low, with soft eyes.

After hearing this, Lin Bai couldn't help but think of Sister Huanhuan!
Lin Bai has always been a chaste man, and among all the women he has met, Sister Huanhuan is the most infatuated.

"Be serious in front of these two masters!" Lin Bai scolded.

Mu Zhen chuckled, then said, "I want a chessboard and a fruit!"

There are nine plum fruits in total.

"What are the magical uses of this fruit?" Lin Bai asked.

"It looks like it has been cleansed by the sword's will every day. As for what its use is, we still have to think about it carefully and appreciate it." Mu Zhen raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Bai.

Lin Bai guessed that she didn't know, but it must be a good thing without a doubt, so he would let Sister Pei have a taste later!
The two men bowed to the stone statue again. Lin Bai took the broken stone plate, took nine more fruits and handed one to Mu Zhen.

Mu Zhen respectfully put away the chessboard, and saw the chess pieces disappear into nothingness.

"Playing chess with the spirit of the great way is truly a grand move." Mu Zhen sighed.

"This is undoubtedly the Taoist Master Wuxiang." Lin Bai looked at his cheap master, then looked at the other stone statue and asked, "Sister Zhen, do you know who this senior is?"

The stone statue is of an old man with a weathered appearance, a beard reaching his chest, drooping eyebrows, and a very blurry face. Even though it is right in front of you, you still feel like you are looking at flowers from across the river, and it is difficult to see clearly.

"It cannot be said." Mu Zhen whispered.

"..." Lin Bai was stunned. He had previously asked Sister Zhen who was the mastermind behind the siege of Wuxiang Taoist Master. Sister Zhen said that if anything was to be said, it would be known, and he was a person that could not be spoken of.

Lin Bai looked at Mu Zhen.

Mu Zhen nodded and actually admitted it.

(End of this chapter)