Shushan: Extinction

Chapter 237 Weird Ming Zhenzi

Weiye,

The wind from the Tuotuo River Bay whimpered as it passed, picking up a few strands of fine snow, which then quietly melted away at the edge of the fire.

There were several wolf howls in the distance, and they began to approach quickly.
However, when they approached to a certain distance, they immediately sensed the huge threat, whimpered two or three times, and then fled in panic with their tails between their legs.

Ming Zhenzi sat cross-legged beside the campfire, his Taoist robe flickering in the light, and there was still a hint of anxiety between his brows.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, when will your friend arrive?"

He couldn't help but speak, his eyes scanning the dark river bank.

Wu Mingyuan laughed and said:

"I heard that fellow Taoist urgently needs blood vein bezoar, so I have already sent him a letter. It should be here soon."

Ming Zhenzi said urgently:
"I wonder what quality his blood-veined bezoar is. If it's above medium quality, I can add some more money."

Wu Mingyuan grinned:
"I don't know about that. I only know that he does have a blood-marked bezoar there."

As he spoke, he took out a large oil paper bag from his storage bag, slowly unfolded it, revealing the shiny and fragrant hand-pulled castrated mutton inside, and then slowly began to roast it over the fire.

The meat is browned, crispy and tender, the fat is shining attractively under the firelight, and the rich aroma mixed with the spicy scent of cumin and chili goes straight into the nose.

Wu Mingyuan chewed the meat in big mouthfuls and sucked the gravy, while Ming Zhenzi beside him couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Don't worry, fill your stomach first."

Wu Mingyuan tore off a piece of meat and handed it to Ming Zhenzi:
"This goat meat is a specialty of the Western Desert. The meat is tender and fatty but not greasy. It tastes best when eaten hot."

Ming Zhenzi didn't want to delay, but the smell of the meat was so tempting. In addition, it was cold and his stomach was already empty, so he took it and took a bite.

The gravy overflowed instantly, hot and delicious, and the taste of spices exploded on the tip of his tongue, making him chew a few more bites.

"How is it?" Wu Mingyuan asked with a smile.

"It's really delicious." Ming Zhenzi had a big appetite, so she nodded repeatedly and finished the piece of meat in just a few bites.

Seeing this, Wu Mingyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he stood up casually and said:

"Eating only meat is too dry, so I brought a bottle of strong liquor, which is just right to warm my body."

Then he took a wine gourd, tilted his head back and took a big sip, then handed it to Ming Zhenzi.

However, Ming Zhenzi still had some basic defensive psychology, and simply waved his hand and said:

"Don't drink until the business is done."

While the wine gourd was attracting Ming Zhenzi's attention, Wu Mingyuan tore off a piece of lamb chop.

And in the process of tearing, the fingertips trembled, as if sprinkling cumin and five-spice powder, but in fact, a pinch of white cloud powder was sprinkled on it silently.

"Come on, come on, Fellow Daoist Mingzhen, it's okay if you don't drink, you still have to eat meat!" He handed over the half leg of lamb enthusiastically.

Ming Zhenzi did not suspect anything and continued to pick up the piece of meat and chew it.

However, less than a minute after taking it, Ming Zhenzi suddenly realized something was wrong - the spiritual energy in his body began to boil like boiling water, and the energy in his meridians was running wildly, completely out of control!

"you……!"

He looked up suddenly, only to see that Wu Mingyuan had retreated several steps, the smile on his face gone, only a cold calculation.

"Fellow Daoist Mingzhen, stop struggling."

Wu Mingyuan brushed his sleeves slowly and calmly:
"White Cloud Powder is specifically designed to counteract the spiritual power of cultivators. If you use it now, it will only make the poison take effect faster."

Ming Zhenzi's face turned pale, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and the energy in his body dissipated like a tide, and even his fingertips could hardly move. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Why...you..."

"Why?"

Wu Mingyuan sneered:
"I have been coveting the spiritual stones and elixirs in your storage bag for a long time."

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. Wu Mingyuan's face suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"You actually have backup?"

Then a fierce light flashed in his eyes!
A wisp of turbid water vapor suddenly gushed out from the top of Wu Mingyuan's head, and it merged with the remaining wet mist in the river bend, condensing into a giant hand made of rotten water and mud in mid-air.

A fishy and foul liquid dripped from between the fingers of that hand, and it slapped Ming Zhenzi's crown hard!

This is Wu Mingyuan’s unique special move, the Mysterious Water Palm. When it is performed in this river bend with abundant moisture, its power can be increased by 30%!

However, dark red blood immediately flew out from Ming Zhenzi's neck and turned into a talisman that blocked the attack. The blood-colored talisman actually revealed a wild aura.

Blood was oozing from the corners of Ming Zhenzi's mouth, and his face was a little distorted. It was obvious that the price of using this dark red blood pattern was not small, and it was extremely painful.

After seeing this scene, Wu Mingyuan was also quite surprised, but he immediately revealed a grim smile:
"So it's the Soul Pattern Technique of the Blood Miao Tribe. This thing doesn't consume the spiritual energy in your body, so it was used. But how much blood and essence do you have to burn it?"

Just as the two were fighting, the sound of horse hooves came closer.

Needless to say, the people who arrived at this time were none other than Gong Tianwu and his entourage.

From a distance, Gong Tianwu saw the two people fighting, and then his eyes fell on Ming Zhenzi.

I found that this guy actually looked quite young. Only after careful identification could I immediately connect him with the impression of the cunning and old Ming Zhenzi.

Undoubtedly, Gong Tianwu activated the power of his bloodline again, and a series of instructions appeared before his eyes:
Name: Li Yuzhen
Strength: Qi Refining Level 3

"Loyalty: None"

"Possessing Type B talent: Inspiration comes to mind. People with this talent often have some fantastic ideas when practicing Taoism, and the possibility of success is very high."

"Possessing a B-type talent: Learning by analogy. Although people with this talent may make average progress in their main cultivation method, they will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort when cultivating the magical powers and cultivation methods derived from it."

"Having a trait: Swearing to the heavens. Even if a person with this trait is of low character, he or she will be extremely confident in the oath he or she has made. Therefore, once a person has made an oath, he or she will almost never break it."

"Having a trait: Believe others' words easily. People with this trait are easily persuaded. However, if they are faced with multiple people persuading them with different contents (for example, A says that technician No. 1 is good, and B says that technician No. 2 is great), then they will be very troubled and don't know what decision to make."

After seeing the hint given by the power of blood, Gong Tianwu was stunned. He did not expect that this old acquaintance from his previous life would be so weird.

Then Gong Tianwu said to Hasar beside him:

"Plan 2."

By the way, plan number 1 is to kill both of them!
Hasar nodded, then whistled and rode forward with his men.

Wu Mingyuan had the upper hand at this time. When he saw Hasar and his gang approaching, he immediately became furious and said:

"Where did this filthy caravan come from?" He pulled a ferocious arc at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was as harsh as sandpaper rubbing against his ears: "Get out of here now!!"

Hasar reined in his horse and raised his rough fingers to his chest in a sign of peace, a sign commonly used by caravans. He forced a humble smile on his weather-beaten face: "Please calm down, Immortal. We just came here to see if there is anything we can do to help you."

"Get lost!" Wu Mingyuan's facial muscles trembled, and he was extremely anxious.

"I'll say this one last time. If you don't leave, you idiots will die."

"Let's go, let's go now."

Hasar lowered his head, his rough fingers trembling slightly, and he pulled his horse back in panic. The caravan members behind him also lowered their heads, as if they were too frightened to move, and turned their horses' heads at the same time.

Wu Mingyuan was delighted, and suddenly felt that Ming Zhenzi in front of him seemed to be making unusual movements and was about to explode, so he hurriedly tried his best to suppress the opponent.

"Tiger!!"

Hasar suddenly shouted loudly, and his originally hunched body instantly fell off the horse's back, hiding in the stirrup, and raised his hand at the same time.

The people behind him suddenly opened their fur coats, pulled out the crossbows shining with cold light from their waists, and raised their hands to shoot! !
At this time, the weapons used by these Wulou Guards looked like Wild Wolf Crossbows on the outside, but they were actually the latest generation of Sirius Crossbows, with certain structural optimizations.

More importantly, all the crossbow arrows shot from the Sirius Crossbow at this time were inscribed crossbow arrows forged by Gong Tianwu himself, and they were also disposable consumables.

It can be seen that the shot crossbow arrows are engraved with mysterious inscriptions, and are glowing faintly under the moonlight. There is even a faint smoke floating around, as if all the moonlight has been gathered and turned into power.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!!”

More than a dozen crossbow arrows flew out of the air at such a speed that they almost formed a black line. The inscriptions on the arrows lit up during flight, and a low humming sound was emitted faintly!
That speed has completely surpassed all weapons in the world. Only flying swords and flying needles in the middle and late stages of Qi training can be compared with it.

"This!! What is this!!!"

Wu Mingyuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly wanted to summon the protective spiritual light, but it was too late.

"Puff puff!"

Seven or eight crossbow arrows accurately pierced his throat, heart and dantian.

The inscription on the arrow exploded instantly and burned with a special flame.

Wu Mingyuan looked down at the arrow in his chest in disbelief, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth:

"Impossible!!! For a mortal"

"boom!"

He used up his last bit of spiritual power, and the giant palm of rotten water suddenly turned around, transforming into drops of black water, which sprinkled on the people who attacked him.

Khasar's mount was the first to be hit, but Khasar was old and shrewd, and had already made the "hiding in the stirrup" move in advance. The horse suffered the disaster on his behalf and let out a shrill and painful neigh.

The two Wulou guards had no time to dodge and were poured down by the black water. They screamed miserably and rolled and struggled on the ground. Their bodies began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye and they soon died.

Hasar looked at his fallen companion with a gloomy face, then turned to look at Wu Mingyuan.

It was discovered that this arrogant monk had his eyes wide open, with an expression of disbelief on his face, but he had already died.

Ming Zhenzi on the side was completely stunned, and her pupils contracted violently.

He was fighting Wu Mingyuan with all his strength before, so he had the most direct feeling - watching seven or eight black lights pierce through Wu Mingyuan's body!
The speed was so fast that even the afterimage was difficult to capture - the moment the arrow made the sound of breaking through the air, it had already pierced into the flesh and blood, and there was no way to avoid it.

"This this"

Ming Zhenzi hadn't noticed it before, but when he thought about it carefully, the back of his Taoist robe was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He has been practicing Taoism for so many years and has seen countless magical weapons, but there are only a handful of them that can compete with this terrifying crossbow in speed.

More importantly, there was no spiritual power fluctuation on the bodies of those who shot the arrows, and they were most likely ordinary people. In other words, the crossbows they used relied purely on the power of the mechanism to reach speeds comparable to those of flying swords!

Such a weapon is truly unheard of.

"Put it together."

Hasar said to his men in a deep voice.

Then he pulled out the Tianlang crossbow arrows from Wu Mingyuan's body one by one, carefully wiped off the blood and put them away.

"Oh, and take the bodies of Liuzi and the others back with you for a proper burial."

At this time, Ming Zhenzi suddenly felt something was wrong, because he suddenly found that the mortals around him dispersed again, and then showed signs of surrounding him!

Ming Zhenzi immediately panicked. You know, he was hit by Baiyun Powder at this time! And the Soul Pattern Technique had also seriously damaged his vitality.

If these people shot those terrible crossbow arrows at him again at the same time, Ming Zhenzi knew very well that he would be seriously injured even in his prime, and it would be even more difficult for him to escape now.

Therefore, Ming Zhenzi immediately shouted:

"Wait a minute, I have something to say!!"

When Gong Tianwu heard his shout, he immediately felt relieved. He really thought that he was the kind of person who would face death head-on and would not turn back until he hit the wall.

However, if you think carefully about Ming Zhenzi's life, he was able to join Baiman Mountain as a casual cultivator and successfully went to Yidu to take a lucrative position as the abbot of Mizhen Temple. He is definitely not a fool and must be quite good at dealing with human relationships.

Therefore, Gong Tianwu rode over in time, and when Gong Tianwu came over, Hasar immediately frowned and said:
"Master! It's dangerous here!"

Gong Tianwu waved his hand and said to Ming Zhenzi:

"What do you think, Taoist Master?"

When Ming Zhenzi heard the title of "Young Marquis", his mind flashed, and he pointed at the corpse with a wry smile and said:

"This man's name is Wu Mingyuan. He is a casual cultivator with evil intentions. He chose this desolate place to attack me. Thank you, Young Marquis, for saving me."

Gong Tianwu said calmly:
"This man has evil intentions. I kindly asked the guards around me to come and check on him, but he was rude and intended to kill you! He didn't intend to save you, so you don't need to thank me."

Ming Zhenzi saw that the guards around him not only did not drop their hands holding the crossbows, but raised them up a little, and he became more and more panicked, and hurriedly said:
"Master Young Marquis saved my life, how can I not repay you?"

Gong Tianwu looked Ming Zhenzi up and down, then he groaned in silence, which made him feel uneasy, and then he said:
"May I ask your name?"

Of course, Gong Tianwu was asking this question even though he knew the answer, but the process still had to be followed.

Ming Zhenzi said:

"I am a casual cultivator, my real name is Li Yuzhen, and my Taoist name is Ming Zhenzi."

Gong Tianwu suddenly said to the guards and Hasar beside him:

"You retreat a hundred steps away."

Hasar and others did as they were told.

(End of this chapter)