I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 211: He Xiangu teaches the Dharma, Han Xiangzi dies

Chapter 211: He Xiangu teaches the Dharma, Han Xiangzi dies

In the early autumn in the city of Bianliang, a cool breeze blew and a hint of chill filled the air.

In the dark cemetery, the wind blew through the pines and cypresses between the tombstones, making low whimpers, telling of endless grief.

Li Qingyun stood quietly in front of a lonely tombstone. The golden words engraved on the tombstone glowed slightly in the sunlight.

He lowered his head and silently recited the inscriptions. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart and couldn't help feeling grief.

The words on the tombstone are concise and heavy:
"My brother Lu Zhen has a gentle temperament, treats people with sincerity, is filial and kind, and has a good character..."

"…We are of the same blood and we share a deep bond. We have been through thick and thin together and have enjoyed glory together… We have often discussed the truth and have experienced life and death together…"

"…Now that he has passed away, his voice and appearance are still remembered, which makes people sigh. Your noble character is enough to be a role model for future generations, and your high moral character is comparable to that of the ancient sages."

"…Alas! God is not kind to me, and my talent dies young. How sad and regretful! I have written this inscription to express my grief. I hope my brother's soul will return and rest in peace!"

Below is the date of birth, death, etc.

He turned to a nearby tombstone and found that the content on it was basically similar, but it was his own name, which was inexplicably absurd.

Both tombstones were spotless, with flowers, incense burners, and fruits placed on them, obviously indicating that they were regularly cleaned and worshipped.

Alas... I wonder how the brothers and teachers from Kaifeng Prefecture feel when they come here to sweep the tombs?

Li Qingyun thought in his heart, his fingers unconsciously stroked the cold stone tablet.

His heart sank into memories of the past as he followed the words above, as if he saw Lu Zhen's gentle smile again, and the figure who had once guided him.

"Fourth brother..." Li Qingyun called out softly, his vision gradually blurred, his voice low and filled with reluctance and sorrow, "Among the enemies who harmed you that day, I have already killed Qiu Wang and Zhu Chengxi.

"Sooner or later, I will find Xiao Wo Li, then rush to the spirit world, kill the faceless immortal with my own hands, and avenge you!"

Every word he spoke was filled with iron determination and the fire of revenge.

At this moment, he seemed to be the only one left in the world. Standing in front of this cold tombstone, the loneliness and resentment in his heart intertwined into a repressed emotion.

Li Qingyun raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Although the sourness in his eyes had not completely faded away, his gaze had become firm again.

"If you know this, please help me find clues to my enemy as soon as possible."

He whispered it, it was a farewell, a promise, and a vow to his soul.

Then he turned around and walked out of the cemetery with steady steps, but the fire of revenge in his heart was still burning.

When he arrived at the gate of the cemetery, a huge sedan chair was already waiting there.

The sixteen paper sedan bearers were all dressed in red robes inlaid with gold, and looked lifelike, just like real court waiters.

The four corners of the sedan were decorated with golden tassels, which swayed gently in the wind, making a subtle sound.

The royal blue satin on the top of the sedan was dotted with fine silver threads, and intricate patterns were faintly visible. It was particularly dazzling in the sun and was extremely luxurious.

The carriage curtain slightly opened, revealing He Xiangu's pretty face. She was still as calm and elegant as usual, but there was a hint of doubt between her brows.

"Aren't you from Xinzhou? How come you have old friends in Bianliang City?"

Li Qingyun shook his head upon hearing this, looking somewhat gloomy.

"My brother is buried here, so I came here to pay my respects. It's getting late, we should get going."

Seeing that Li Qingyun was not in high spirits, He Xiangu stopped asking questions and invited him to board her flying magic weapon.

This sedan does not require any control; it relies entirely on the magic array engraved on it to attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and fly to the coast of the East China Sea on its own.

Along the way, there are endless green hills, gurgling green waters, and picturesque scenery.

Inside the carriage, Li Qingyun looked back through the curtain at the city of Bianliang that was getting farther and farther away, and a slight sense of regret arose in his heart.

This time he returned home in glory, but he was in a hurry and didn't even get to take a look at the Changle Gang.

I don’t know how Song Ke, Chu Jinxiang, Wei Xiuwen and others managed the gang after I left; and how the heroes, young and old, in Kaifeng Prefecture are doing.

However, with a powerful enemy at hand, he could only put these thoughts aside for the time being and focus on the mission at hand.

The Demon Lord of the Sixth Realm has descended upon the earth, which means that the rift in the spirit world is rapidly widening.

Perhaps before long, the demigods of the seventh realm and even the subordinate gods of the eighth realm will descend one after another, turning the human world into a battlefield and engaging in a desperate fight.

Once the gods come in person, the land of China will probably fall into real purgatory.

After all, the battle between gods, even the aftermath, is enough to destroy all living things within a thousand miles.

Thinking of this, Li Qingyun's eyes became firm and he clenched his fists.

He knew that he had a great responsibility on his shoulders, and that only by constantly improving himself could he hope to protect everything he cherished during future disasters.

At this time, He Xiangu, who was leaning on her seat with her eyes closed and pretending to be asleep, suddenly said:
“Ren’an, I see that you have profound cultivation, but you seem to have only a superficial understanding of Taoist magic.

"The 'Golden Light Divine Mantra' and the simple thunder control method you used are indeed the basics of Xuanmen, but compared to your current realm, it is far from enough."

Li Qingyun nodded and said honestly:
"Sister is right. I just joined Longhu Mountain not long ago. I have only learned a set of 'Heavenly Thunder Body Forging Technique' for the Qi Gathering Realm and 'Golden Light Divine Spell' for the Foundation Establishment Realm. I haven't had time to learn the orthodox and advanced spells yet."

He Xiangu smiled slightly:
"This is because your cultivation level has increased too quickly. You have a very high talent and a strong fighting instinct, but your skills are still at a relatively low level, making it difficult for you to fully exert your strength.

“If you want to fight against a truly powerful person, it is not enough to just rely on your fists. You have to learn some real techniques to fully unleash your power.

“Your Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Five Thunders Orthodox Method and Flying Sword Technique are well-known in the cultivation world. They are the orthodox Xuan Sect, cultivating both the body and soul, and pointing directly to the Great Dao.

"As a sorcerer, I don't need to teach you how to do this. Today I will only teach you three spells to help you perfect your cultivation."

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Qingyun's eyes, and he immediately stood up and bowed:
"Thank you very much, sister, for the Dharma!"

He Xiangu nodded gently and said with a smile:

"I am injured, so I will only teach you once. How much you can learn depends on your luck."

After saying that, she tapped the carriage lightly, and the sedan immediately turned around, flew into an empty valley, and slowly landed.

The two men stepped down from the sedan chair and saw the breeze blowing gently, the grass and trees swaying, and the valley was filled with silence.

He Xiangu's face turned slightly pale, but her expression remained calm. She stretched out her slender fingers and lightly tapped in the air.

A stream of cursed energy gathered at her fingertips, and as she moved, a blood-red lightning suddenly flashed through the air.

"Swish--" A dazzling blood light flashed across her fingertips, instantly splitting the sky and the earth.

The blood-colored blade of light moved so fast that it was impossible to catch. It was like a river of blood flowing back, slashing out with the momentum to destroy the world.

In a flash, endless blood light covered the sky and the earth, as if to crush the entire world in front of it into powder.

Wherever the blood passed, the mountains, rivers and grass were instantly cut in half, and even the solid rock walls were split in two.

A huge, bottomless chasm quickly opened up beneath their feet.

Li Qingyun took a breath of cold air. The scene before him seemed to come from the ancient times, full of primitive and fierce power.

He could clearly feel the tremendous power contained in this blood light. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, it would be almost impossible to imagine that such a thin ray of light could bring such tremendous destruction.

He Xiangu put away her fingers, breathed slightly, and her face became even paler.

She turned to look at Li Qingyun, her tone calm but with a hint of fatigue:
“High-level magic can perfectly concentrate power at one point, creating enormous destructive power.

"This move, called 'Blood Palace Void Slash', was discovered by chance when I was young.

"With one slash of the sword, everything becomes empty and dark. This is a purely domineering attack technique.

"What's especially rare is that it consumes the vital energy of the physical body, so the blood and qi of warriors, the true qi of Taoists, and even the spell power of witches and shamans can be used to activate this method. The more vigorous the vital energy in your body, the more powerful the magic will be.

"I am seriously injured now, and my strength is only one tenth of what it used to be. I can only demonstrate this to you. With your accumulated experience, the power of this technique will be far greater than mine. Even if a strong man in the sixth realm is accidentally hit by this move, he will be seriously injured."

After that, she taught the techniques and skills in detail, and Li Qingyun wrote them all down.

For a god's agent with the power of divination, there was nothing that he could not remember or understand, so he quickly mobilized the energy in his body and tried to practice it by imitating the same method.

"boom--!"

As the vital energy in his hands surged, a huge blood blade flashed between heaven and earth.

In an instant, the surrounding valleys were illuminated with a crimson glow, and the sky and earth seemed to be filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere, oppressive and majestic, as if the entire valley was about to be shattered by this force.

He Xiangu nodded with satisfaction, with some approval in her eyes:
“As expected of a natural genius, you can perform it so smoothly for the first time.

"Next, I will teach you the second move."

As she spoke, she pointed her finger and quickly drew a small circle on the ground, enclosing the two of them. Then she said to Li Qingyun:
"This spell is called 'Draw a Prison'. Try to escape from the area I have drawn."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyun's body glowed with golden light and he suddenly rushed out of the circle.

However, when he reached the edge of the circle, he seemed to have hit an invisible wall.

The wall of air is invisible and intangible, but it is indestructible. Without a burst of brute force, it is impossible to escape.

He Xiangu raised a smile:
“I see that although you are a Taoist monk, your fighting style is more like that of a warrior who is good at close combat.

"When we encounter cultivators who are good at long-range attacks in the future, we can use this 'drawing a circle as a prison' technique to confine them to a small area and fight them hand-to-hand."

She paused, her eyes showing some confidence, "After this technique is performed, the five elements of spiritual energy in the range will be drained, and escape techniques will be ineffective. If you trap the enemy, you can lock the opponent in one fell swoop, making it impossible for them to escape."

Li Qingyun's heart trembled. He felt the surrounding spiritual energy disappearing quickly and understood the power of this magic.

If fighting against long-range monks, such as Taoists, spiritual practitioners, witches, etc., it is indeed a unique weapon.

He Xiangu looked at Li Qingyun and nodded in understanding, then continued:

"The performance of 'Drawing the Ground as a Prison' is not complicated. It requires the unity of mind and spirit, and the use of the power of heaven and earth as a prison. You only need to practice more and use it skillfully, and you will be able to leave the enemy with nowhere to escape on the battlefield."

As she spoke, she briefly explained the key points of the technique. Li Qingyun memorized them by heart and was soon able to perform them almost perfectly.

Next, He Xiangu taught another "health-preserving technique".

This set of techniques can instantly absorb the vitality of surrounding creatures and prolong one's own life.

Even when on the verge of death, as long as there are living beings around, they can absorb their vitality and maintain immortality for a short period of time.

The only shortcoming of this set of techniques is that it cannot be used on cultivators whose realm is higher than one's own, and it can only maintain vitality but cannot absorb spiritual power or restore physical strength.

But even so, the effect of the "health preservation technique" is incredible. After all, being able to maintain life for a short period of time and wait for rescue when suffering serious injuries is almost equivalent to saving an extra life.

Due to the different ways of cultivation, He Xiangu could not teach advanced techniques, but "Blood Que Void Slash", "Drawing on the Ground as a Prison" and "Health Preservation Technique" were all extremely practical and powerful.

Li Qingyun carefully noted down every detail, and with gratitude in his heart, he immediately clasped his hands together and said respectfully:
"Thank you for your advice, I have benefited a lot from it!"

A trace of relief flashed in He Xiangu's eyes, and she smiled slightly:
"I can only teach you three spells, how can it be compared to the grace of saving your life? It's a pity that I am good at spells, which are contrary to your Taoist skills, so I can't teach you. Otherwise, it would be a great thing if you could inherit my mantle."

The two smiled at each other. Li Qingyun was just about to say something when he suddenly saw He Xiangu's face change and her expression suddenly became serious.

She turned her palm slightly, took out a delicate little shell from her bosom, and listened attentively.

The shell emitted a soft white light, and a faint sound came from it, which only He Xiangu could hear.

Li Qingyun saw the change in He Xiangu's expression and immediately realized that something was wrong. He stepped forward and asked in a deep voice:

"Sister, what happened?"

After a moment, her expression became colder and a hint of anger flashed across her fair face.

"Before going to the East China Sea, we have to go to Luoyun Peak first."

He Xiangu raised her head, her expression no longer relaxed, but instead revealed an indescribable sense of oppression.

She held the shell tightly and said coldly:
"We can't go directly to the East China Sea. We have to go to Xixia Kingdom first. My brother Han Xiangzi is in trouble and just sent me a message asking for help."

Han Xiangzi is a long-established immortal on earth. It is said that he is the nephew of Han Yu, a great scholar in the Tang Dynasty, and is also a strong man with his name on the Tiangang List. Upon hearing this, Li Qingyun frowned and asked with concern:

"What trouble did Senior Han encounter?"

He Xiangu took a deep breath, her eyes flashing:
"Han Xiangzi is a spiritual practitioner who practices the art of musical rhythm. His methods are extremely cunning and ingenious. Even opponents with stronger cultivation than him will not be able to do anything to him.

"What made him panic and ask for help must be that he encountered a method that specifically restrains spiritual practice.

"He is now guarding the west together with several powerful demon tribes. I heard that there has been unrest there recently, with cracks between the spirit world and the human world appearing frequently. No one knows what kind of monster will emerge from the spirit world."

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(End of this chapter)

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