One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 143 142: Ping Haijiang
The news that Zhao Fuyun appeared in the Qingyi Dance Hall and was assassinated together with Xie Anlan spread like wildfire.

Chi Feilong still wanted to meet Zhao Fuyun. He wanted to know what true teachings Zhao Fuyun had obtained in the mountains this time.

Ever since he learned that there were secret teachings in the mountains, he began to regret having chosen a wealthy and safe place to be a teacher.

Zhao Fuyun was sent to the dangerous Wuze County. He was the only Xuanguan disciple sent there.

He believed that other Xuanguan disciples of the same period would also regret not going to Wuze and not coming to Guangyuan Prefecture.

He didn't know before that there was a mysterious Master Xun behind Zhao Fuyun. Now that he knew, he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked.

In the eyes of Chi Feilong and many other disciples, Xun Lanyin is mysterious. In fact, Zhao Fuyun is not clear about Xun Lanyin's background.

Moreover, he also discovered that many Purple Mansions in the mountains were very polite to Master Xun.

In Chi Feilong's view, one step faster means every step is faster.

Originally, he was the eldest senior disciple among the Xuanguang disciples in the lower courtyard of Tiandu Mountain, but he was left behind unknowingly.

He felt that, although it seemed that Zhao Fuyun was squeezed out to dangerous places like Wuze and Guangyuan, in reality it might be that Xun Lanyin was taking advantage of the situation and intentionally letting him come here to train and gain merit.

To stand out, you need opportunities.

Chi Feilong feels that the only way to achieve success is contention.

The road seems vast and boundless, but in fact it is a narrow road in front of everyone, and every step forward is not easy.

However, Zhao Fuyun did not return to Guangyuan Prefecture. Chi Feilong felt that Zhao Fuyun knew that he was here, but had no intention of seeing him at all. This was a contempt for him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he could do nothing about it.

Zhao Fuyun went all the way towards Pinghai River.

He used a few leaves and branches to make a rough sedan chair, then placed it on his palm. He pointed his right hand into a sword and pointed it above the sedan chair. He quickly drew a rune pattern that glowed faintly.

The moment it took shape, his sword finger stabbed forward slightly, aiming at the sedan chair made of leaves. At the same time, a deep curse sounded from his chest.

"Change."

The Dharma light from the fingertips fell on the sedan chair made of leaves. Under the cover of the Dharma light, the sedan chair was surging with green light, and seemed to be fading. Then it expanded like a dough that was rising, and it grew into a strange and somewhat weird sedan chair.

He was seen throwing four paper men into the air, and the paper men made of talisman paper fluttered in the wind. His sword finger quickly drew a talisman in the void. When the last stroke was completed, he opened his hand and grabbed the talisman in his palm.

Then he scattered it out like a handful of sand, and at the same time, a mantra sound surged from his chest, from his chest to his throat to his lips and tongue, uttering the mantra: "Change!"

He scattered four rays of light, which landed on the paper figures fluttering in the wind. The paper figures changed in the light, and his consciousness merged into them, imagining that they were individuals.

At this moment, the paper man in the light was changing rapidly according to his imagination.

At this moment, he felt like the creator.

One thought and one method create a person. This feeling in the heart is very mysterious.

The four paper figures transformed into people who lifted up the green leaf sedan chair. Zhao Fuyun jumped into it, and then a trace of his consciousness remained outside.

This ray of consciousness is like the light emitted by a flame, continuous, but it is definitely not the flame itself.

In his mind, he called it external thoughts, the glowing fireworks inside were the original thoughts, and all external thoughts were transformed from the original thoughts.

The sedan was moving on the road, and pedestrians on the road saw the sedan and actually stepped away. It was okay during the day, but at night, it was extremely strange to see four people in white carrying a green sedan.

Under the moonlight and starlight, a green sedan with four men in white clothes looking up was floating on the road.

He continued to comprehend the "Taixu Lingwen" in the sedan chair, and he discovered that the law formed by the talismans formed in his dantian could be said to be his innate law. By practicing the "Taixu Lingwen", he could cast talismans, and have a deeper understanding and knowledge of his innate law, which could be deepened and strengthened.

It can allow the magical power in the talisman to grow into a powerful instinct, which can be called supernatural power.

As the saying goes, how many supernatural powers do you need to master and how many magic spells do you need to learn?

The power brought by the talisman is the supernatural power, and when something else is added to it it becomes magic.

Practice the "Taixu Wujie Sutra" twice a day, morning and evening.

He remembered very clearly that in Tiandu Mountain, other methods of cultivation could slowly allow new Dharma meanings to grow in his talisman seeds.

The "Pure Yang Collection" that he had practiced before could also be used, but there were already many kinds of talisman seeds in his original body.

However, this "Taixu Wujie Zhenjing" does have one advantage, which is that it is not like other cultivation methods that need to rely on the original talismans in order to generate the meaning of the Dharma.

Now he can create something out of nothing without any support.

However, this kind of Dharma spirit that was born from one's family was not obtained by directly practicing the "Taixu Wujie Zhenjing", but by practicing the "Taixu Lingwen", which allowed it to slowly take shape in his heart.

He had only recently come to this realization. No one had told him what the effect of this technique was, and he had no one to ask for advice, so he could only figure it out on his own.

At this moment, in his Qi sea, in that vast void, there seemed to be a few more points of light, far away from his Red Flame Divine Lamp, those few faint lights were flickering, which were the spiritual text of the word "change" concluded by the law.

There is also a spiritual text with the word "imperial" and another one that represents "bind".

And in the middle, the Red Flame Divine Fire Talisman and the Red Flame Divine Lamp are combined into one, like a red sun in the sky, illuminating the void.

Now he is practicing the spiritual text "Xu". In his opinion, this spiritual text can make everything "return to Xu", which somewhat represents the meaning of the end. Of course, it is said in "The Taoist Scripture of Beginningless" that there is no real end between heaven and earth, only the end of a life or a world, but every end will become the rebirth of another.

There was a temple on the side of the road. Someone was lighting a fire in the temple. There was a carriage outside and someone was on guard. The person on guard saw a sedan chair floating over and was so scared that he blew his whistle immediately. The people who were resting in the temple woke up and looked anxiously at the strange sedan chair floating by.

Zhao Fuyun thought he might have scared others, so he picked a flower and turned it into a red lantern so that others could see him.

I don't know if it's because his transformation technique is not that good, so the small lanterns that appeared were extremely weird. That weird red light, hanging in front of the green sedan and swaying, made it even more terrifying to look at.

Suddenly, a sound of someone breathing heavily was heard in front. It turned out that there was a person hurrying on the road in the dark, and he was caught up by Zhao Fuyun.

The man saw that he couldn't run away, so he turned around and shouted, "What the hell, I, Zhao San, have killed ghosts and monsters with my sword before. If you follow me again, I'll be rude to you."

Zhao Fuyun had no choice but to chant, and the green leaf sedan flew into the sky and floated over the treetops.

After that, he seldom walked on the main road.

After leaving the main road, you can often come across monks' temples. Some of them are large tracts of spiritual fields.

It was developed by some families, who planted spiritual rice and some spiritual fruit trees.

Generally speaking, most sects focus on teaching and preaching, and they accept offerings from many noble families. Of course, it also depends on the size of the sect.

If it is a small sect, there are only a few people from the master to the disciples, and they may even be bullied by the aristocratic families.

Before he knew it, he arrived at Pinghai River and Jiuliwan.

The Pinghai River is very wide. When he saw it for the first time, he thought it could be called a big lake or even a sea.

Jiuliwan is located in a large bend in the valley. The waves are small and the water is deep, making it a place where spiritual energy gathers.

In this Jiuliwan, there are three aristocratic families. Of course, they are not big families, but they have inherited the knowledge of cultivation. There are Xuanguan cultivators from generation to generation, but no one has built a foundation.

Zhao Fuyun was sailing down from upstream in a green boat, but he was stopped before he arrived.

There was a large ship hovering on the river. When he was about to approach, someone on the ship came out and said loudly, "My friend, please go back. There is a water monster going on down there. It's not peaceful. For your safety, please go ashore from here and make a detour."

Standing on the bow of the big ship was a man in white, his white robe fluttering, standing out particularly against the dim river view and sky.

He seemed to be reminding her with good intentions, but Zhao Fuyun was not afraid of the water monster and said, "Thank you for the reminder, but I am going to Jiuliwan and will not go ashore as I am almost there."

After hearing what Zhao Fuyun said, the man in white said seriously: "Friend, this Jiuliwan is the worst-hit area for water monsters. You'd better walk from the shore."

Zhao Fuyun smiled and said, "Thank you very much, but it's not necessary."

As soon as he thought about it, the green boat under his feet began to cut through the waves.

The man in white on the boat frowned. He couldn't see through Zhao Fuyun's cultivation level. He just felt that the aura on the other party was real and fake, and he couldn't tell.

So he did not try to stop him. A woman walked out from behind him, also wearing a white robe. She came to the man and said, "Brother, will this person ruin Master's plans?"

"It's hard to say." said the man in white.

"Then why not give it a try?" said the woman.

"Okay." said the man in white. He came to the side of the boat, spread out his five fingers, pointed them into the water, and chanted a spell. Slowly, a strange fish emerged from the turbid waves.

He just threw a drop of red pill, then sat cross-legged on the deck. A phantom seemed to float up from his body, and then drilled into a scale on the top of the strange fish's head. The strange fish slowly sank into the water.

Zhao Fuyun was breaking through the waves in front, the water splashed up and then drifted away from him. He could already see the Jiuli Bend.

He remembered that he had gone down the river with Liang Daozi in the same way, so he didn't want to go up on land instead.

Jiuliwan is very large, with calm waves inside, and three families are engaged in aquaculture in the water.

Liang Daozi's family was doing their best to support him in his practice in Tiandu Mountain, and he was very clear about this.

Faintly, he could already see someone standing on the shore of Jiuliwan.

At this moment, a sense of uneasiness arose in his heart, and that uneasiness came from the water.

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Jiuliwan is divided into three families, all with the surname Liang. They are descended from the same ancestor and divided into three branches.

One is the Shangwanliang family, one is the Liwanliang family, and the other is the Xiawanliang family.

However, because they all lived relatively close to each other, over the years, even though they were blood brothers back then, the younger generations became estranged from each other due to one conflict after another, and there was even a fight at one point.

Liang Daozi is from the Liang family of Xiawan. Their family raises a kind of spiritual horn in the water. For those who practice water magic, it is quite mysterious. Eating it daily can increase one's sensitivity to the water spirit energy. For beginners, it can increase the water-based magic in their own magic power.

Therefore, this is the food that water magic practitioners always have on hand, and it can also be used to entertain guests. Even for people who do not practice water magic, eating it can increase the spiritual energy in the body and calm the dryness in the body.

In the past, Zhao Fuyun ate a lot of spiritual horns from the Liang family.

On the curved bank, there is a row of houses, all facing the Pinghai River. At this time, there are quite a few people on the shore, some holding nets, some holding swords, or harpoons.

There were also people standing on the third-floor river-viewing platform, watching.

He was none other than Liang Daozi's father. His face, weathered by the wind and rain, made him look like a fisherman. After hearing the news of Liang Daozi's death, he felt as if his heart was being stabbed by needles. But what else could he do?

Cultivation is never a smooth journey, but a dangerous one. No one can say that they can reach the end, but they can try to go as far as possible.

After the Liwanliang family and the Shangwanliang family heard the news that Renliang Daozi had died, some people mocked him, saying that he should not spend all his money to send his children to Tiandu Mountain.

Some of them said that it was obviously not jade but stone, but if you tried to carve it, it would naturally be destroyed.

He felt unwilling, uncomfortable and in pain, but there was nothing he could do. He had never even seen the body of his child.

However, that is all in the past, and all the pain will be slowly covered up over time, unless you try to uncover it again.

The sufferings in life will not decrease just because you have experienced them before. Now Jiuliwan Sanliang is once again facing a big storm.

There are strong winds and waves on the river, and some big bandits on the river will come to plunder, and some lone thieves will come to steal the more precious things kept in the water.

There are also gangs that have been making a living on this river, and they collect taxes every year.

The Pinghai Gang is a gang that collects taxes, but this year they collected an extra lot.

The three Liangs discussed it, but none of them were willing to hand it over, because if they did, their entire year's work would almost have been in vain.

The Pinghai Gang had dealt with them more than once or twice, so naturally there were people they could communicate with. But this time, for some reason, there was no wiggle room at all, and they were very tough in demanding that they hand over all the money.

They also tried to find out why Ping Haijiang did this, but only got some uncertain news. It was said that the leader of Ping Haijiang wanted to break through the Purple Mansion and buy the "Tian Gang" to open the mansion.

That is why they exploited the aristocratic families on both sides of the Taiwan Strait so much.

(End of this chapter)