Lingzhang

Chapter 130: A Light Boat Crossing the Mountains

Qizhou, Shiping County close to the provincial capital.

In a base city that looks ordinary.

The same suburbs, the same dark side of the city.

The old man in black robe seemed to be very familiar with the narrow alleys as he kept moving through them.

Soon, he walked into a well-hidden abandoned house.

In the basement of the safe house where special alloys are cast.

The old man in black robe saw the other person waiting for him.

Looking closely, his face is somewhat similar to Luo Xingsheng.

The moment the two looked at each other, there was a kind of silence as if they were about to say something but stopped.

Looking at each other like this was like a silent confrontation.

After a moment, a voice mixed with anger and complaints came from the old man in black robe.

"You didn't act according to the plan we agreed on, and you didn't come to pick me up!"

Hearing this, the old man from the Luo family did not feel unhappy at all after being accused. He just shook his head calmly, and when he spoke, he was calm as if he was talking about something very unfamiliar.

“So that’s just the plan.

I was outside the city at that time. The moment Qin Linhui transformed, I was ready to take action.

But in almost the same instant, three

From what I could sense, there were three deadly auras of cultivators that were also locking onto me from a distance.

To be honest, I may not have the determination to kill Qin Linhui when I take action. The idea in my plan is just to destroy the opportunity for him to refine the golden seal of the ninth kind of supernatural power, just like back then.

He lay dormant for decades not only because of the pressure from the aristocratic family, but also to secretly heal his wounds from past failures.

However, the backlash from failing to refine the Golden Seal is something that a person can heal once, but may not be able to heal a second time.

All I can do is just to block his path.

But the moment I made my move, these three people, or even more people that I might not be able to sense, would definitely kill me."

Hearing this, the old man in black robe frowned.

"Who? Who could predict our plan? Who could make such preparations in advance?"

The old man from the Luo family still had a blank look on his face, without any trace of worldly matters.

“It’s hard to say. When I traced back afterwards, I found that they had easily erased all traces of their aura.

There are only two possibilities. Either someone from aristocratic family takes action, or these rascals, when Qin Linhui demonstrates his new way, are like pugs, eagerly wagging their tails at him.

They even look forward to the return of the power of the revolution so that they can take advantage of the situation and catch a ride to the next golden age.

Or, it was the battle several decades ago, which still failed to wipe out all the old guys from Tiandu Taoist Temple who were still in Qizhou!

After all, although all the noble families had made arrangements in Beiting back then, Beiting Tiandu Taoist Temple also left a large number of backup plans in the northern states.

Although it has been introduced many times, it is very likely that it was not cleaned up properly, but you should know this matter better than me.

Are there any remnants of Tiandu Daoist Academy in the state capital?"

As the words fell, the old man from the Luo family took a step forward and looked at the old man in black robe with a scrutinizing gaze.

The old man just smiled coldly.

"If there's any old fellow in the Taoist temple still alive, I'll be the one to help them go fishing and crush all of you to death like bugs.

If there were still one of you alive, would I have to rely on you just to further my cultivation?"

Hearing this, the scrutinizing look in the Luo family's eyes did not retreat in the slightest.

"But in that fight, you sold us out completely when you made your move!"

The old man in black robe shrugged.

"That crazy woman Wei Ruyu has something on me, what can I do? I can only act according to circumstances in the city.

Without those words, would Wei Ruyu die? Would Qin Linhui be forced to transform?

No matter what I said, which part of the plan did I not fulfill? It was you who didn't follow the plan, not me.

Are you sad because your son died?
Or is it that your team of Song Sheng Cult is more concerned with purity of thought and loyalty than the monks of the noble families?"

Hearing what the old man in black robe said, the old man from the Luo family smiled and took a step back.

“Okay, of course I believe Mr. Zeng, but as I said, the plan has changed.

It is impossible to send you to Yanzhou to be the deputy leader, but don't worry, the supplies for further cultivation promised to you will not only be no less, but will increase by 30%.

But today I have one more matter to trouble you, Mr. Zeng. The souls of the ancient saints in the religion need to be guided by you again.

This time, the Youquan Ritual must be performed without missing a step, and the souls of the ancient saints must be best nourished.

They will not possess as hastily as before, but after cutting off their former extraordinary paths, they will reshape the path of Taoism from the path of martial arts practice!
What was prepared for them were all top-notch bodies of geniuses.

This time when you return to the world, you will truly start a new life in the second world. By then, all the pillars of the sect will be your best friends. This is a great job.

Mr. Zeng, please prepare well. It is said that the descendants of Qin Linhui will soon come to the prefecture. When the time comes, we will have to rely on the saints in the martial arts competition."

As the words fell, the old man from the Luo family turned sideways and gestured to the side.

The door opened and closed, and Xu Shijin, whose aura had changed greatly, walked out of the room slowly.

In just a few days, his aura suddenly changed.

As if he was walking on the path of a warrior, the muscles all over his body swelled violently, with almost inhuman bulges.

But at the same time, this inhuman state, with so many details pieced together in one person, forms a rhythm that fits nature.

Moreover, just at the moment of approaching, the pungent smell of many medicines and the bloody smell of monsters mixed together and suddenly rushed towards him. At the same time, the bright blue color flashed frequently in Xu Shijin's eyes.

A strange and seemingly intangible wisdom of martial arts was presented in these pupils.

Almost instantly, the old man in black robe raised his eyebrows.

That was not the natural rhythm of the human body, but the old man in black robe was very familiar with it.

That is the natural body rhythm of the demon ape.

Looking at those eyes, it was obvious that Xu Shicheng and Zhu Tingmo's previous plan had been verified in Xu Shijin.

And it is obvious that the forced infusion of martial arts knowledge allowed Xu Shijin to maintain his "humanity" and "wisdom" in the process of mastering this form.

At this moment, the old man in black robe turned around and looked at the old man from the Luo family in surprise.

In those weathered eyes, there was an unconcealable surprise that was almost fearful.

To what extent has the Song Sheng Sect achieved on this inhuman path?

The breaking of this barrier almost subconsciously made the old man in black robe feel a chill.

It is not the extraordinary ability to transform like the monks of all elephants. This is the essential confusion of humans and monsters, and the essential indistinguishability between them.

This is a very scary concept that can cause endless harm just by thinking about it.

The old man from the Luo family smiled without saying anything, as if he really appreciated the reaction of the old man in black robe at this moment.

At the same time, Xu Shijin smiled in a very "crazy and evil" way.

"Mr. Zeng, we meet again."

Perhaps it was because he was too worried about the thought just now. At this moment, listening to Xu Shijin's voice and tone which were completely different from usual, the old man in black robe couldn't help but think.

Is the "humanity" and "wisdom" maintained by the brain fluid martial arts potion still the complete soul of Xu Shijin?
The old man in black robe seemed to realize from this moment what kind of quagmire he had stepped into.

He followed Xu Shijin into the open room in a very rare and stiff manner.

The violent ape-like body clearly only revealed vigorous energy and blood, without any trace of aura that belonged to the extraordinary realm.

But at this moment, the old man in black robe seemed to be more "afraid" of Xu Shijin than he was of the old man from the Luo family.

but.

After a while.

In the dark room with the door closed again, stacks of yellow talisman papers were burned to ashes in the copper basin.

The smoke and fog above the Youquan Ceremony dissipated.

But at this moment, among the thirty-three greasy corpses lying in the room, there were only twenty-eight. The blood-ink lines between their eyebrows gradually seemed to have turned into purple gold seals, as if ghosts were living on them, nourishing their souls through the mixed breath of life and death.

But five of the corpses were completely shriveled, as if their remaining souls and blood were exhausted, and there was no way to guide them.

The old man in black robe had to look Xu Shijin in the face, their eyes wide open, and there was no more "wisdom" flickering in the dark blue color.

"Where is the soul of the sage? Did it get lost in the sea of ​​​​dao?"
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At the same time, in the barren wilderness.

A huge convoy was speeding past.

From a distance, you can also see the dust raised by the herd of animals as they flee towards the distance beyond the sight.

When looking closely, there was a chariot vaguely visible in the convoy, which was "protected" in the center by the other chariots.

This is Huang Zhishu’s chariot.

They were riding on the convoy of people from the state capital and were heading to the state capital together.

Not to mention other complicated backgrounds, just the presence of Tian Shouli and the identities of the three of them as the next batch of admitted students of Donghua Taoist Temple were enough for the entire convoy to put up such a "guard formation" out of respect.

At this moment, in the carriage.

Huang Zhishu was holding a thick document and flipping through it carefully.

That was all the information she could collect about commercial boxing matches.

She was trying to learn more about this competition, which the Tian family of Zhenzhou believed could hone top-notch geniuses.

Huang Zhishu's frown and subconscious biting of her lips seemed to indirectly confirm the intensity of this competition.

The more she understood, the more solemn her expression became.

Beside her, Yue Hanzhang was sitting upright. Ever since he got on the chariot, he had been in this state of "closing his eyes and resting" for a long time.

He just happened to brush against the arm armor and directly watched the secret martial arts he had exchanged through the light screen.

Or he would take out and swallow the remaining Zhengyang Qi and Blood Pills from the previous sponsorship at a very high frequency.

With soft breathing, Yue Hanzhang did not perform any martial arts, but the energy and blood in his body was growing crazily.

Finally, at a certain moment, when Huang Zhishu was immersed in flipping through the documents, she was suddenly startled by a ruthless aura like that of a fox or wolf.

She subconsciously turned her head to look, and felt four complete noises overlapping in the sound of Yue Hanzhang's exhalation of foul air.

In the process of mastering and re-enacting Laman's secret martial arts, with the support of massive computing power and tremendous electricity, and from the sound of mechanical music, the Shadow Flame Fox Wolf's footwork was pushed to the point of extreme success!
Three of the seven stars in the furnace are already shining brightly.

At the same time, Yue Hanzhang's martial arts skills also steadily and safely entered the fourth level of the realm!

On the other side, it seemed that he was very slow to react to Yue Hanzhang's breath.

Jiang Lingxiu stared out the window in a daze.

"We're back at the provincial capital..."

Hearing such a light thought, when Yue Hanzhang turned his head to look, when the outline of the towering city came into his sight.

For no reason, he suddenly remembered a poem he had learned in his previous life -

The apes on both sides of the strait couldn't help, and Qingzhou had passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

(End of this chapter)