After practicing to the Pure Yang Wuji, I found that it was a strange world

Chapter 3 Fishing
The branches and leaves are dense, and the raindrops are light.

Under a straight pine tree, two men dressed in moon-white silk brocade robes stood there.

Rain water continued to drip from the pine branches, and the ground was covered with brown pine needles.

click!
Among them, the man was older, with a weathered face, and a scar on his left eye running down from his sword-like brow. The man holding a sword across his eye socket looked around cautiously.

This area is full of monsters, so you have to be careful.

What's more, there is a strange ghost village not far away.

"Second brother, take out the map and take another look to see if this is the place." Tang Chuan said softly.

He held the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, carefully.

Suddenly, a long black snake with silver rings on it jumped out from the bushes on one side.

Whoosh!
The long sword was unsheathed, and the snake was cut in two almost instantly.

Tang Yuan took out a map and checked it carefully.

"It should be around here, the Dragon Slayer, the Dragon Returning Monument."

Tang Chuan let out a long sigh and felt serious.

The two had been traveling back and forth in this forest for several days, encountering countless dangers and nearly losing their lives several times.

Even so, he has already avoided most of the monsters.

For example, that towering willow tree.

That is undoubtedly an extremely powerful monster.

In addition, there are silver-scaled dragon fish in the pond, snake fairies more than ten feet long in the mountains and forests, and mountain tiger monsters with countless minions.

But now, no matter how hard you try, you can't find the remains left by the Dragon Slayer Swordsman for future generations to use.

Tang Chuan looked solemn.

"Do we really have to fight those monsters to death?"

Although Tang Chuan has been in the martial arts world for a long time and has first-rate swordsmanship, he has met many strange people.

But the thought of fighting with these monsters made me tremble in my heart.

Especially when thinking of that towering willow tree, even if he had all-powerful swordsmanship, he might not even be able to get close to the trunk.

Tang Chuan thought for a long time and finally made up his mind.

"Second brother, let's go. We don't need this swordplay anymore."

When Tang Yuan heard this, he was stunned and felt extremely unwilling.

He is Tang Chuan's younger brother. He inherited the swordsmanship from him, but he has not experienced much in the world. He has a handsome face, which is completely different from Tang Chuan's vicissitudes.

"Brother, this is the legendary sword technique that can slay dragons and ascend to immortality through martial arts. It is comparable to the first-class sword technique of Jindan."

"If we can obtain this sword technique, our sword hall will flourish. This is also my father's long-cherished wish."

Tang Chuan looked at Tang Yuan, his young face and his longing for the future.

Unfortunately, he knew that this world was cruel and nothing was that good.

"that's not important."

Compared to the life of his own brother, no matter how superb his dragon-slaying swordsmanship was, it was unimportant.

Tang Chuan put one hand on Tang Yuan's shoulder.

"Let's go."

As the two were about to leave, they happened to see a Taoist priest strolling along the stream, holding a mottled long sword in his hand and cutting a branch.

Tang Chuan couldn't help but take a look.

How come there is a Taoist priest in this place?

The long sword was mottled and was not a precious sword. The Taoist priest was also young and had a handsome face.

Tang Chuan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

He Qing was using a sword to cut a trunk that had been broken off from a willow tree.

Pure Yang energy slowly flowed out from the fingertips and reflected on the sword body, making it appear red as if it had just come out of the oven.

click!
Then, the sword could cut through iron like mud.

If the pure Yang energy was not used, this sword alone might not be as hard as this tree trunk.

After sharpening one end, He Qing nodded with satisfaction.

"The trunk of the willow tree is really useful."

I'm afraid there aren't many such tough woods in this forest.

He Qing looked into the stream and saw clear water and fish swimming around, as if they were swimming in the air without any support.

There are many kinds of fish and they are quite large.

There are also some silver-scaled fish with slender bodies, swimming among them like the king of fish, with all the fish guarding them from all directions.

He Qing spotted the silver-scaled fish at a glance.

It was obvious at a glance that this fish was not an ordinary fish. It could be used as an ornamental fish and should be delicious to eat. He Qing had also caught one before and grilled it, and it tasted really good.

This one is used to make soup.

He Qing held the wooden thorn in his hand, his eyes fixed on the silver fish.

Since he mastered the Pure Yang Skill, He Qing has become more deaf and blind, and has immense strength.

Although the silver fish was fast, it was extremely clear in He Qing's eyes.

Its forward trajectory also comes into view.

Right now!

He Qing bent one foot forward and exerted force with his arms.

Suddenly wooden spikes flew out.

A large splash of water appeared on the water surface, and the wooden thorn instantly penetrated into the water, with a wisp of blood smoke floating around.

The silver fish was stuck on the side of the stream.

He Qing walked up, lifted the wooden thorn, and the silverfish followed up.

Even though it was pierced by the thorns, the silverfish was still alive and kept flapping its wings.

He Qing snapped his fingers and everything was completely quiet.

"Although my Pure Yang Kung Fu is good, it has too few methods. It seems that I need to learn more in the future."

The old Taoist priest He Qing had many things, and there were also some books collected inside Chunyang Temple.

It’s just that when He Qing practiced the Pure Yang Technique, he felt extremely smooth and in harmony.

But I had some difficulties when practicing other things.

But over the years, I have at least learned a lot of practical things.

For example, drawing talismans and refining elixirs.

As a Taoist priest, He Qing is extremely skilled in these two trades.

Unfortunately, there are so few materials.

Currently, He Qing only knows how to make talismans to ward off evil spirits and avoid water.

I know more about alchemy.

Pure Yang Pill, Blue Lotus Pill, Purple Jade Pill.

This Pure Yang Pill was invented by He Qing, and no one knows what it is used for.

Just like the talisman to ward off evil spirits, it simply stores the excess pure yang energy inside.

Holding the fish in his hand, He Qing went back to the mountains.

He decided to pick some fresh fruits and see if there were any treasures.

There are many kinds of plants and trees in the mountains and forests, including quite a few fruit trees.

Deep in the mountains, there is even a fruit forest where a group of monkeys live.

"Let's go there next time. It's a little far though, and I don't know if they have monkey wine there."

The last time He Qing went there was a year ago.

The monkey king of that group of monkeys was very ferocious, holding a purple-gold coiled dragon stick.

But He Qing is different now than he was a year ago.

"I think I can beat him."

"I can defeat him by practicing a common Qi-nourishing technique. It seems that this forest is also considered a novice village in this world."

“I don’t know when this novice village will be released.”

After staying here for a long time, He Qing still felt a little lonely.

He Qing had not left Chunyang Temple for a long time, and when he came out, he forgot the time.

He played in the mountains, sometimes climbing trees, sometimes going down to the river, and picked a lot of fresh fruits.

Before I knew it, it was already evening.

After dusk, the entire forest suddenly became dark and gloomy.

There was an eerie aura everywhere and wild beasts were howling.

He Qing looked around.

"I really forgot the time. Well, it's evening and there must be people staying in the mountain temple. If we meet a caravan, we can exchange items with them."

Thinking of this, He Qing headed towards the mountain temple.

His eyes were golden, and he could see the surrounding scenery clearly, as if it were daytime.

He Qing's footsteps were extremely fast, he could run on walls and fly over eaves, and in just a few breaths he could cover a distance of several feet.

(End of this chapter)