This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 49: In the Night Village, the Yellow Spring Mother Tree (Seventh Update)
That night, thick fog gathered between the valleys, hiding the stars and the moon. Only the outlines of the two mountains were vaguely visible.

The atmosphere of life was rising in Songjiazhuang, and the villagers who had gone out returned in groups. The village became more populous and lively.

Only the charity cemetery was eerie, as if it might be haunted at any time.

If you only look at the outside, it is indeed so, but if you look closely, you have to think carefully about who is a human and who is a ghost!

Three figures walked out of the crowd, two tall and one short, two strong and one thin, and walked together towards the charity cemetery.

Cheng Yong and Cheng He were among them. Like the last figure, they took off their village clothes and put on a black robe.

Disciple of Huangquan Dao!
"That guy named Xiang Baoyi is pretty stable. I thought he would cause a lot of trouble, so I took precautions. But he turned out to be a coward. When there were too many people in the village, he didn't even dare to show his face. We brothers had to invite him out for dinner."

Cheng Yong sneered, "He said he has some tricks, but he's really arrogant. I want to see how he deals with the evil demons in Southern Xinjiang!"

The thin man in black robe said slowly: "He came at the right time. One day earlier or later will affect the arrangement of the eldest brother. Don't make trouble later. Don't care about his ability. Just kill him directly."

"Don't worry, senior brother. We two won't have to worry. Senior brother will use 400 people from Songjiazhuang to raise Gu and fight to produce a ghost. Then we can also get some benefits." A trace of envy flashed in Cheng Yong's eyes.

Huangquan Dao has the art of raising and controlling ghosts, and Cheng Yong and other outer disciples can only learn the basics, which is not as good as the eldest brother who came from the inner sect. He was recruited by him and stopped in Songjiazhuang, and did not leave Fengxian County immediately to travel to a wider world.

It is better to chop wood than to sharpen a knife. They were born in the Yellow Springs Road, one of the eight evil demons. Wherever they go, they will be chased and killed by the righteous. Instead of rushing into Xichu, it is better to practice their skills at the doorstep of Xichu.

The eldest brother said that if he had a bite of meat, his brothers would have a bite of soup. When the eldest brother gets the ghost, they would take some of his resentment and negative energy, and either integrate them into their skills, or raise their own ghosts. There would be many benefits and everyone could get a share.

Cheng Yong knew that the 'senior brother' Duan Wei they were talking about was not really the inner sect's senior brother, and that they were calling him that just to curry favor with him.

There is a huge difference between the inner and outer sects. Duan Wei has obtained the true teachings of the Yellow Spring Dao, and his skills are much better than theirs. It is said that he has even been noticed by the Chief Envoy, one of the six envoys. If he can become a ghost or god, he will be accepted as a disciple by the Chief Envoy.

From top to bottom, the Huangquan Dao worships the Huangquan Mother Tree. There is a Dao Lord who sits in the cycle of reincarnation and illuminates life and death, a saint who has reincarnated many times, and eight high-ranking and powerful messengers, a total of ten people, who are the highest level of the Huangquan Dao.

Among them, the eight envoys are further divided. The left and right envoys who protect the Tao have transcendent identities and unfathomable magical powers. They are the right-hand men of the Taoist master and their status is higher than the six envoys who capture souls, demand lives, add good, punish evil, enforce rules, and transmit skills. They are almost on par with the saint.

These big shots were too far away, and the outer disciples had never even seen their shadows. They only knew that Duan Wei was about to reach great heights, and it was not rude to call him "big brother".

Therefore, once Duan Wei was invited, many flatterers responded and gathered in Songjiazhuang. Hundreds of ghosts roamed around at night and captured alive more than 400 people in the village.

Tonight is the important day for offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods. It is of utmost importance and no negligence is allowed.

Therefore, the man in black robe said that it would not be good for Baoyi named Xiang to come a day earlier or later. If he came earlier, the news would leak out. If he came later, the news would also leak out, which would attract the attention of the Six Gates or the self-proclaimed upright chivalrous knights. The other side has more people and more power, so they would be in trouble.

The three of them walked to the charity cemetery, but the thin man in black robe did not enter. The two brothers Cheng Yong and Cheng He pushed open the door of the charity cemetery one after another, and heard the sound of breathing from the side room.

You don't even know when you're going to die! x2
The two brothers looked at each other, and Cheng Yong shouted, "Xiang Baoyi, the village elders have hosted a banquet for us, so hurry up and follow me!"

Cheng He borrowed his brother's loud voice, tore the oil paper on the window, blew in the poisonous smoke, counted one, two, three, four, five, and heard the muffled sound of someone falling to the ground in the house.

It became.

The two of them smiled at each other. It was done easily without any difficulty. He was indeed a young man with no knowledge of words and no ability to do things.

"Brother, you're snoring."

"Humph, when I was his age, I didn't sleep as soundly as he does. He had no defenses at all and still dared to go out and venture around."

The two of them pushed the door open and walked in, and saw two twinkling stars coming straight towards their faces.

thump!
The two brothers fell with their heads raised, each with a poisoned arrow stuck between their eyebrows. Although their emotions were stable, they were already dead.

Like Cheng Yong, although his face was ashen, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to die with his eyes open, but he got the quality sleep he wished for like a teenager.

In the darkness, Xiang Yuan took a step forward and leaped out of the side room before the two bodies burned themselves. Holding a long knife, he rushed to the gate of the charity cemetery as quickly as possible.

The original plan was not to use poison arrows, but to rely entirely on the long sword in his hand to defeat everyone. It turned out that Wang Wenxu was right, the plan did not change quickly enough, and there was a small flaw in the intelligence.

The number of people is wrong!

There are more than five Huangquan Dao disciples in Songjiazhuang, and they are all in the awakening stage. If Xiang Yuan acts according to the original plan, it is equivalent to sending heads in an emergency within thirty miles.

Outside the gate of the charity cemetery, the man in black robe heard two muffled sounds and became suspicious. He hid his right paw behind his back, held his breath, and took two steps back.

He opened his eyes and ears, and the darkness of the night did not affect his ability to see and hear in all directions. He saw Xiang Yuan coming with a sword drawn, with a flash of fire behind him that indicated his body was extinguished. He was greatly shocked and secretly cursed him as a waste.

And this little Baoyi, who was cautious and careful, killed two of his fellow disciples in an instant. It was obvious that he came prepared.

The man in black robe raised five fingers and performed the 'Fierce Yin Wind', the opening move of the outer sect disciples of Huangquan Dao. Halfway through the move, he saw Xiang Yuan suddenly raise his hand, and a flash of cold light came. He quickly changed his move and dodged with the help of exquisite footwork.

He had a lot of experience in combat, and he twisted his body in a hurry and actually dodged the attack.

If you survive a disaster, you must have a last blow. Xiang Yuan, who is calm and composed, had already made preparations for both situations. The black-robed man dodged his plan, and the long sword was unsheathed, roaring like a tiger in the wind. Seeing his fierce power, the black-robed man did not dare to resist, and retreated repeatedly, ready to scream at the top of his lungs.

The next second, the tiger's might disappeared, and he saw the brightest blade light he had ever seen in his life.

Heavenly Sword Style 1: Lone Star Chasing the Moon.

The man in black robe covered his neck, which was leaking blood. A gurgling sound came from his throat, his eyes dimmed, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Xiang Yuan didn't waste any words, he walked up and stabbed him in the back.

With a bang, fire broke out and the third Huangquan Dao disciple died.

Xiang Yuan kept walking. He had no time to retrieve the short arrow, nor time to re-apply poison and adjust the mechanism in his sleeve. He took out a black robe from his cloth bag and put it on, hid the knife on his back, and ran quickly to the center of the village.

With his young height and build, he would be seen through at a glance if he pretended to be Cheng Yong or Cheng He, so it was just right for him to pretend to be a relatively thin man in a black robe.

Thanks to the strict rules of Huangquan Dao, disciples wear uniform when they go out.

"what!!"

A scream resounded through the night sky. Xiang Yuan covered his chest and entered the thick fog. He used the Wuxiang Seal to imitate the steps of Huangquan Dao's martial arts, and with the help of the cold wind, his steps became even faster.

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The village was shrouded in thick fog and red light was flickering.

It was hazy and unclear, as if some evil ghost was slowly crawling, about to step out of the underworld and arrive in the human world.

In the middle, the four hundred villagers of Songjiazhuang were placed silently on the ground. Their bodies were motionless, and although they were breathing, their faces were pale. They were placed in the formation like sacrifices.

Four Huangquan Dao disciples dressed in black robes stood outside the formation, lit up red lights, and each had a blank expression on their face.

The formation was painted with an unknown paint that looked like blood and contained negative energy. Under the blessing of the red light, talismans were everywhere, and the red light flickered in the thick fog, forming a ball like an egg, or like a demon's eyeball, stretching out an intermittent blood-colored vein.

The blood-colored veins seemed to have life. After they took root, the huge eyeball disappeared, and a towering tree slowly grew.

Its roots are deeply embedded in the nine springs, with a twisted root system and swaying branches and leaves covering the entire area. The trunk is strong and covered with traces of time. It is a spiritual root created by heaven and earth, and it is difficult for people to see its full picture.

Yellow Spring Mother Tree!

A unique aura of Huangquan spread out...

Although the big tree is illusory and just a projection, its aura is clear and its power is terrifying. If it is not covered, the bone-chilling chill can be felt from a distance.

Therefore, outside the formation, the ghosts turned into villagers. There were old men playing with their grandchildren, men and women enjoying themselves under the moon and flowers, and children chasing and playing. Accompanied by the smell of incense from every household, it was a peaceful and happy little village.

Only when you get closer will you realize that their smiles are stiff and their body movements are like those of puppets.

Hundreds of ghosts parade at night, disguised as humans and covering their eyes!
"what!!"

A scream was heard from the direction of the charity cemetery. After a while, a stumbling figure ran over, holding his chest. A cold wind was blowing on both sides, and the ghosts ignored it.

Covering his head and hiding himself, who else could it be but Xiang Yuan.

"What's going on? Where are Cheng Yong and Cheng He?"

Four men in black robes protected the red lantern. One of them walked out, blocked Xiang Yuan's way, and shouted angrily, "Be careful. If you break the formation, I'll hold you accountable."

"Oh no, that Baoyi is so powerful, he killed Brother Cheng with one sword..." Xiang Yuan answered tremblingly, his teeth chattering, his voice distorted with fear.

"Which sect, what sword technique?"

"I'll teach you this, it's just this knife..."

Xiang Yuan suppressed his trembling voice, took out the long knife from his back, raised his head suddenly, revealing a pair of cold eyes.

The knife flashed, shining silver-white, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and its cold fangs bit the neck of the black-robed man in front of it.

With a slight deviation, a huge head flew up into the sky.

One death, three shocks, the changes happened too fast.

Under the blood light, Xiang Yuan held his sword at his side, his figure jumping like a ghost, appearing and disappearing in the cold wind and thick fog, and went straight for the head of the second man in black robe.

(End of this chapter)