From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 204: Darkness
The wind and rain come again.

The old Taoist priest with white beard took out a wooden sword from his sleeve, but did not make any move. Instead, he stood there quietly.

Seeing that the master had arrived, Lin Yan stopped interfering and walked straight towards Nie Yannian, then looked at Meng Yuan with a smile.

"This is your senior brother." Nie Yannian patted Meng Yuan on the shoulder.

In Nie Yannian's eyes, those people in the training ground could not be considered as his disciples. They were just there to report to the Third Young Lady. The only disciple he truly taught with all his heart was Meng Yuan.

"Big Brother!" Meng Yuan bowed, and Jiang Tang immediately followed.

Lin Yan smiled and nodded, "We are a family, why should we be polite?"

Having said this, Lin Yan looked at Jiang Tang again and said, "My sister-in-law is a little young."

Then Lin Yan changed the subject and asked curiously, "Why didn't you bring Miss Xiangling with you? Then she and your sister-in-law can chat together, so your sister-in-law won't be lonely..."

Before Lin Yan finished speaking, Nie Yannian frowned and interrupted him mercilessly, "He is someone the Third Miss has promoted. Don't lead him astray!"

Seeing that Nie Yannian's tone was very serious, Lin Yan did not dare to say much and just blinked twice at Meng Yuan.

Ning Qufei and Mo Tingyu also came over. Mo Tingyu considerately helped Li Wujiu to the side of Monk Jueming, allowing the two monks to sit side by side.

"We two fellow Taoists meet again." Meng Yuan said with a smile.

Ning Qufei bowed to Mo Tingyu and said, "People who fight demons and monsters will always be able to get together."

As he spoke, Ning Qufei looked at He Jiulang and Xiong Wuwei in the distance, and finally his gaze fell on Jie Kaiping.

"Amitabha, I hope I have never offended you two Taoist friends?" Jie Kaiping had a very unpleasant look on his face ever since the old Taoist with white beard arrived.

"You led your uncle away. You didn't expect that there would be masters from my Lingxiao Sect coming too, right?" Mo Tingyu said unhappily.

Jie Kaiping didn't dare to say anything, but just looked at the white-bearded Taoist priest and Xie Yishen.

Seeing this, Meng Yuan asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Ning, may I ask the name of this elder of your family?"

“Humph!” Mo Tingyu was extremely arrogant. He was about to try to control her, but Lin Yan smiled and said, “It’s Taoist Master Mo from Lingxiao Sect’s Mo Wenshan.”

As he spoke, Lin Yan glanced at Mo Tingyu and said, "This Taoist priest Mo Wenshan is from the same clan as Lingxiao Sect's Sect Master Mo Nian and I. He is a master of Lingxiao Sect."

"I wonder what realm this Taoist Mo has reached?" Meng Yuan had seen Xie Yishen's magical powers, and was afraid that his side would use some tactics of adding fuel to the fire, sending them away one after another.

"This..." Lin Yan couldn't help scratching his head. He was obviously not very clear. He could only look at Ning Qufei and Mo Tingyu.

"The old master hasn't come down the mountain for many years, and he hasn't shown any magical powers." Mo Tingyu also spread his hands, "I really didn't know how high the old master is now!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone understood that this Taoist priest Mo Wenshan was at least at the sixth level, or possibly the fifth level.

Just now, the sixth-rank Taoist Li Wujiu had such ability. If the fifth-rank Taoist takes action again, he will definitely be able to suppress Xie Yishen.

"Fifth grade." Li Wujiu said suddenly.

No one knew how Li Wujiu made his conclusion, but they were all excited after hearing these words.

At this moment, Xie Yishen was standing on the roof, his sword still unsheathed, just frowning slightly.

The old Taoist priest Mo Wenshan held a wooden sword in his hand, with his white beard and eyebrows fluttering.

The wind and rain were silent, the two masters did not speak, and the rest of the people also held their breath.

"Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and martial arts all have three levels of ascension." Xie Yisheng looked at Mo Wenshan and drew his sword solemnly. "I heard that the Taoist priest had not yet crossed the sixth level in the past few years. I never thought that he had made such progress."

"It's just a wisp of withered grass growing out of a pile of yellow earth." Mo Wenshan shook his head slightly, "I've heard that warriors are best at defeating enemies beyond their ranks. Today, I'd like to learn from you, Taoist friend, your superior tactics."

"I dare not." Xie Yisheng brushed off the dust on his body and said loudly: "Third and fourth brothers, please leave first. Master Kongque may also leave."

Xie Yisheng looked serious, but his eyes showed a bit of hope and madness, "Xie is here, and I will not let you get hurt!"

"Boss!" He Jiulang lost his composure, his eyes even turned red, "We should advance and retreat together!"

"That's right!" Xiong Wuwei was already tall, and now he tore his clothes, revealing his chest full of knife wounds. He first gritted his teeth and glared at Mo Wenshan, then looked at Meng Yuan and others, and said, "At least kill a few of the little ones to take the blame for us!" "You are no match." Xie Yisheng knew the temperaments of He Xiong and the others very well, "Since we separated from Prince Xin, we have finally made some achievements following Qing Guangzi. Don't let them go to waste! Leave quickly with Kong Que!"

He Jiulang and Xiong Wuwei looked at each other, Jie Kaiping whispered: "Anyway, the work has been done. We are only dragging down Fellow Daoist Xie by staying here."

After hearing this, He Jiulang and Xiong Wuwei glared at Jie Kaiping.

He didn't care about untying the screen, but just put his hands together and saluted Xie Yishen from a distance, then made the ten-direction salute to everyone before turning around and leaving.

Seeing this, He Jiulang and Xiong Wuwei seemed to have made up their minds and decided to follow.

"Do you dare to deal with them?" Seeing this, Lin Yan asked Meng Yuan in a low voice.

"I am willing to follow you, senior brother!" Meng Yuan said immediately.

"I want to go too!" Mo Tingyu said excitedly.

Lin Yan nodded slightly, took a step, then stood still, looking up at Xie Yishen in the distance.

"I think," Lin Yan retracted his steps, "we should show mercy when we can, why should we kill them all?"

With just one look, Xie Yishen suppressed Lin Yan's desire to make a contribution.

"..." Mo Tingyu and Ning Qufei looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Lin Yan seemed to feel ashamed, and he did not go to explain to Nie Yannian. He just looked at Meng Yuan and Jiang Tang and said, "Junior brother and sister-in-law are still young, so we don't have to worry about running out of fuel!"

Seeing Meng Yuan and Jiang Tang looking somewhat bewildered, Lin Yan simply changed the subject and said, "You slept with Qingqing? You are very brave! But young people, you have to restrain yourself..."

"Alright, alright!" Nie Yannian was very annoyed, "You are getting worse the more you practice! We are both sixth-grade, look how scared you are! Do you look like a warrior?"

Lin Yan pointed at Li Wujiu and Jue Ming and said, "They don't have wives waiting for them at home, but I do have a wife waiting for me at home!"

"..." Nie Yannian was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Everyone quieted down, waiting for the fifth-grade Taoist to fight against the sixth-grade warrior.

"I have always heard of Fellow Daoist Xie's talent." Mo Wenshan asked, "Why haven't you reached the fifth level yet?"

Hearing this, Xie Yisheng seemed a little lonely and said, "Then there is no need to say more."

Seeing this, Mo Wenshan stopped asking questions and said, "Then we'll have to see if you have the ability to defeat the enemy by crossing levels."

After saying this, Mo Wenshan did not say anything else like Li Wujiu did. He just swung the wooden sword in his hand and the wind and rain stopped.

"Floating in the wind and rain." Mo Wenshan's hair and beard stood up, and suddenly his body moved, and he flew into the sky, "Nine Changes of Heavenly Thunder!"

In an instant, the already drizzly autumn night was once again broken by a strong light.

"I use Qianyuan Leidong, and he uses Tianlei Jiubian?" Li Wujiu frowned and endured the pain, but he felt even more pain in his heart. He also felt that the people of Lingxiao Sect were not kind, as if they wanted to use thunder magic to determine who was better.

In an instant, the silent night was torn apart one after another, but no lightning struck.

But the clouds were hanging lower and lower, as if brewing a world-destroying thunder.

Xie Yishen held the sword in his hand and looked up at the sky. He could not see Mo Wenshan, but felt the sky was more desolate.

"The difference between the sixth rank and the fifth rank..." Xie Yisheng was not discouraged at all, but became very excited instead.

I saw mountains and rivers appearing around Xie Yishen. Just as he was about to draw his sword, the lightning in the sky suddenly stopped.

For a moment, the sky and the earth seemed to become even gloomier, as if a huge hand above the low clouds had covered the sky, and it was dark night again, and even gloomier.

Then Mo Wenshan stumbled down.

The wind blew up, and when the clouds and fog dispersed, Xie Yishen and others had disappeared.

"Who are you, master? Why don't you dare show yourself?" Mo Wenshan cried out in horror, his beard fluttering with anger.

(End of this chapter)