One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 287: Bai Family of Qianshan Country
Zhao Fuyun raised his hand and pressed it down.

The mountain wall seemed to collapse, instantly drowning out the sword light that was rising into the sky.

The people in the camp were feeling sad, but when they saw this scene, the pain in their hearts was suppressed.

The Dharma is stirring, pleasing to the eyes and touching to the heart.

The sword light was submerged.

The friend of the white-robed swordsman was shocked, as he rarely saw such a situation.

At this moment, an even stronger sword light burst out, and the sword light seemed to split the mountain.

The swordsman was wrapped in sword light and was about to soar into the sky.

However, Zhao Fuyun, who was standing in front of the cave on the mountain wall, flipped his palm again, and the mountain wall collapsed again.

It was like a mountain pressing down, and the sword in the white-robed swordsman's hand bloomed and cut like a sword lotus, and the people below saw that the mountain seemed to be chopped into pieces, but there was invisible dust rising, which did not dissipate and formed clouds.

The swordsman's friend frowned, but he was not too worried because he believed that the swordsman in white robe would win, because he had always won that way.

He saw that the sword light was still shining brightly in the dust light. When the sword light was swung, the dust light was also broken by the sword, but it only broke but did not disperse. The layers of dust light were like clouds, connecting to form some kind of forbidden technique.

Just as the sword light was about to be submerged, the white-robed swordsman inside made a voice.

"My sword is based on my mind, it cuts through the void and destroys delusion."

As we all know, when many mantras are chanted aloud, the purpose is to strengthen the inner will, in order to guide the unity of body, mind and Dharma and to enhance the power of the spell.

In the dust and light, a strong sword light burst out, and the dust and light were immediately broken open.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun suddenly retracted his outstretched hand, clenched his fist, and then opened it suddenly.

"Imperial order, suppress!"

When the word "Zhen" was uttered, the mountain paintings on the mountain wall glowed, and a strong sense of suppression surged out.

The white-robed swordsman saw a hand as big as a mountain coming down from the void.

The mountain seems to have five fingers.

Before the mountain in the shape of his hand fell, he already felt a huge gravity pressing on him.

The sword in his hand also became extremely heavy and unfamiliar. It did not seem like the sword he had refined for decades.

The light on the sword dimmed quickly, and he fell from mid-air and fell to the ground.

Click.

There was a crisp sound coming from his body, which was the sound of broken bones.

Everyone saw an invisible hand made of cloud pressing down on the white-robed swordsman.

When the hand dispersed, a palm print was left on the ground.

The white-robed swordsman on the ground was unable to get up as he was trapped in the palm print.

His friend ran over quickly, and after confirming that the white-robed swordsman was only seriously injured but not dead, he felt slightly relieved, and spoke loudly to Zhao Fuyun who was standing in front of the cave.

"This is your dojo, it doesn't matter if you win."

Zhao Fuyun stood there, looking at him, then looked into the distance, clapped his hands, and said, "It's true that this is not a great skill, but it was him who criticized my painting, it was him who tried to persuade me not to mislead others in their practice, and it was him who drew his sword against me. Now he blames me, so blame me."

After saying that, Zhao Fuyun waved his hand, and it seemed as if sunlight shone on the cliff onto the man, and layers of things on his body seemed to be dispersed.

It seemed as if something on the face was broken by the light, revealing the true face inside.

"Haha, she is indeed a woman." Zhao Fuyun said with a sneer.

She was a beautiful woman with a pair of big watery eyes, and she looked like she was pretending to be innocent and accusing someone wrongly.

"What's wrong with women? Do you look down on women?" the woman asked in a crying voice.

"I dare not." Zhao Fuyun said calmly: "But you can take him away if you want. As long as you can pick up a stone from under the cliff and walk away, I will allow you to take him away."

"You, how could you do this? It's not enough that you won, you also have to embarrass others like this. You are not worthy of being a senior." The woman said loudly.

Zhao Fuyun reached out and touched his head to make sure there was no hat on it.

"There are many female monks, some are admired, some are feared, and some are pursued. However, no matter whether you are a man or a woman, you cannot speak carelessly. No matter what your identity is, you must pay the price for your actions."

Zhao Fuyun turned and entered the cave.

The woman was angry. She stood up and walked to the foot of the cliff. She saw a medium-sized stone and reached out to pick it up. However, the stone seemed to have taken root. She was unwilling to accept it and tried to pick it up with both hands, but still could not lift it up.

So I immediately changed to another piece, which was smaller, but I still couldn't pick it up.

The white-robed swordsman lying on the ground over there had blood flowing out of his mouth.

The woman panicked and ran to the side of the white-robed swordsman, crying and shouting, "Brother Wuhen, Brother Wuhen, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

After that, she shouted loudly towards the mountain wall: "Do you know who he is? He is Bai Wuhen from Qiubai Villa. If he dies here, you must be buried with him."

The entire camp was silent, just watching, and she pointed at the entire camp and said, "You can't escape either."

At this moment, she heard the voice of the white-robed swordsman who was lying on the ground unable to move.

"Go, go, go to Daoxia Tungui Castle and ask my uncle to save me." said the white-robed swordsman. He knew very well that his home was far away from here, and the people here might not have heard of him, and distant water could not quench a nearby fire.

The woman immediately stood up and headed towards the Ghost-Swallowing Castle. After leaving the range of the Demon-Suppressing Wall, she took out a small bronze horse from her treasure bag and threw it into the void. The bronze horse was shining with light and it actually neighed. The light submerged the bronze horse, and then a real bronze horse leaped out.

The woman mounted the bronze horse and said, "Let's go to the Ghost Castle."

The horse immediately began to gallop across the land, breaking through the wind and darkness.

She closed her eyes and let the bronze horse carry her.

When the horse stopped, he opened his eyes and found that he had arrived at the Ghost-Swallowing Castle.

She had visited the Ghost-Swallowing Castle with Bai Wuhen before, so she did not show much fear when she arrived in front of the Ghost-Swallowing Castle.

The sound of horse hooves shattered the silence and startled the fires on the surrounding hills. Some people looked out to see, but no one came close.

The door of the Tun Gui Castle opened, and the woman was brought in. She soon met the castle lord of Tun Gui Castle. She knew that although the other party was called Tun Gui Zhenren, his real name was very nice, Wei Danfeng.

She also knew that Wei Danfeng was once a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, and it was said that he had some secret teachings. However, she also heard that he was no longer a direct descendant of Tiandu Mountain because he was unwilling to observe some of Tiandu Mountain's rules. But even so, his Ghost-Swallowing Castle had stood here for more than a hundred years, and its reputation had already spread.

"Junior Xu Daiyu pays respect to the fort master." Xu Daiyu bowed to the ground. She found that there were all kinds of paper figures on her left and right. These paper figures seemed alive, and there was something in their eyes that frightened her. The fort master of the Ghost Swallowing Fort, Wei Danfeng, who frightened her, was painting there. He had a headband on his head, and his black hair hung down on both sides of his cheeks. He spoke without raising his head.

"You came here with Wuhen some time ago. Why are you here alone today? Did something happen to Wuhen?" Wei Danfeng's voice was a little empty.

“Yes, I came here to ask the fort lord to save brother Wuhen. Brother Wuhen was seriously injured in the battle with the demon-suppressing Taoist priest in front of the demon-suppressing wall. Now he is pinned there and cannot move, and I am not allowed to rescue him. So brother Wuhen asked me to ask the fort lord to save him.” Xu Daiyu spoke very quickly, but he explained the situation clearly.

"Oh, the Taoist who suppresses demons in front of the Demon Suppression Wall, what a great name." When Wei Danfeng raised his head, Xu Daiyu saw the dark blue in his eyes, and heard him say, "Do you know who this person is?"

"I don't know." Xu Daiyu replied immediately.

"He is a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, and can be regarded as one of the best disciples of this generation." Wei Danfeng's words surprised Xu Daiyu very much, and his heart suddenly became uneasy.

"Then..." Xu Daiyu hadn't finished speaking.

"It doesn't matter." Wei Danfeng said, "I'll write a letter. You can go to see him with my letter. I think he will release the person."

After saying this, he tore off a piece of drawing paper and quickly wrote a few words on it with a brush.

After the words were written, they were torn off the drawing paper. The edges were not neat, but the words on it were vigorous and powerful, with a kind of domineering aura.

He handed the paper to Xu Daiyu, who thanked him quickly, then hurried out of the Ghost-Swallowing Castle, rode on the bronze horse, and said "Demon-Suppressing Wall" again. The bronze horse then galloped quickly, smashed through the fog, and came to the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

At this time, the blood under Bai Wuhen had already dyed the ground red.

Xu Daiyu was in a hurry. He came to Bai Wuhen's side, holding up the paper in his hand, and said loudly to the cave on the mountain wall: "There is a letter from the Ghost Swallowing Castle. Please receive it, Taoist Master Zhenmo."

She just shouted, and a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. She was overjoyed, realizing that the reputation of the Lord of Swallowing Ghosts Castle was very effective. Even though this person was also a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, he was definitely not as good as the Lord of Swallowing Ghosts Castle.

In her opinion, this was very normal. Wei Danfeng of Tungui Fort had built the fort in this area for more than a hundred years.

"Tun Gui Fort?" Zhao Fuyun frowned slightly. He couldn't help but recall the time when he came here and went to pay a visit to the owner of Tun Gui Fort but was turned away.

Looking at Xu Daiyu who was holding a piece of white paper below, at this time, the people in the camp heard the noise and also watched this scene.

Zhao Fuyun stretched out his hand and hooked it. A stream of air rolled up the white paper in her hand and it flew up, flipped over and came in front of him. He reached out to take it.

There were only six words written on this piece of white paper that was torn from somewhere.

"Wei Danfeng from the Ghost Swallowing Castle."

Just six simple and clear words, no other words.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the paper in his hand for a long time before he put it down, put the paper and his hand behind his back, looked at the woman below, and said slowly: "Since it is a letter from my fellow disciple, then you can take the people away. Remember not to speak so arrogantly in the future."

After saying that, he turned and went into the cave, threw the paper in his hand on the table, and returned to the inner room.

After Xu Daiyu took Bai Wuhen away, it seemed that he was still heading towards the Ghost-Swallowing Castle.

Everything seemed to be calm and normal in front of the Demon-Suppressing Wall.

But everyone knows that Bai Wuhen was taken away by Wei Danfeng from Tun Gui Fort.

I also found out in the past few days that Bai Wuhen is from Qianshan Country. It is said that he is from a very prestigious family of cultivators in Qianshan Country.

Of course, everyone also knows that Zhao Fuyun is a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, and that Tiandu Mountain and Qianshan Kingdom had a confrontation and even death thirty or forty years ago.

For a moment, no one knew whether the scene of the battle between Qianshan Kingdom and Tiandu Mountain would appear here again. Some people were worried and prepared to leave at any time. To some people, their weak arms and legs could not withstand such storms.

However, some people also said that Wei Danfeng of Tun Gui Fort was a relative of the Bai family and a fellow disciple of the Taoist Master Zhenmo, so he would definitely mediate and nothing major would happen.

Bai Wuhen, who was recuperating in the Ghost-Swallowing Castle, had naturally already sent a letter back to his home.

At the same time, he said to his uncle Wei Danfeng: "Uncle, I must get revenge on that demon-suppressing Taoist. If I don't get my revenge, what's the point of my sword training from now on?"

Next to Wei Danfeng was a beautiful woman, who was Bai Wuhen's aunt.

A large part of the Bai family's status in Qianshan Country comes from these married daughters.

"He is a secret disciple of Tiandu Mountain, and it is very likely that he has received the precepts. Are you sure you want to touch him?" Wei Danfeng asked back.

"Uncle, I heard that Tiandu Mountain doesn't really care about the grudges of their disciples outside." Bai Wuhen said.

"That's true." Wei Danfeng said.

"Then why should we not be afraid of fighting Zhao Fuyun at the edge of the polar night? It's not like our Qianshan Nation has never fought with them before. Tiandu Mountain was just like that."

Wei Danfeng raised his eyelids and stared at him.

Bai Wuhen immediately said: "Uncle, I, I didn't mean you, really, it was a slip of the tongue."

"You are a talkative kid who is too impatient," the beautiful woman next to him scolded.

After Bai Wuhen apologized, he immediately said: "As long as uncle does not interfere, then this time, I will definitely demolish his demon-suppressing wall. He is a junior and he usually doesn't come to pay respects to you, uncle..."

Wei Danfeng raised his hand to stop Bai Wuhen from speaking, and said, "I won't interfere in this matter. It's up to you guys."

He stood up and went to the inner room, while Bai Wuhen was overjoyed.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed.

Suddenly, someone arrived at the camp under the Demon Suppression Wall and found Yu Huaian and said, "Yu Daoyou, go tell your Taoist master that the injured Bai Wuhen is going to bring people to attack the Demon Suppression Wall. Go and tell your Taoist master to go out and hide."

Yu Huaian glared and said, "Master Zhao let him go, but he still had the nerve to bring people here. Everyone knows what happened that day."

"Alas, what's the point of saying all this? I heard that the other party has already invited five Purple Mansion monks and more than ten foundation-building monks. It is said that they have also prepared several sets of formations just to break the Demon-Suppressing Wall."

Yu Huaian was very anxious and turned around and flew towards the cave on the Demon-Suppressing Wall. Only Yu Huaian could enter and exit this cave.

He came to the cave, called out Zhao Fuyun, and told Zhao Fuyun the news he had heard. Zhao Fuyun frowned slightly, pointed at the paper on the stone table and said, "This is the letter from Senior Brother Wei Danfeng of the Ghost Swallowing Fort. He asked me to release Bai Wuhen. I did. Now take this letter to the Ghost Swallowing Fort and ask him what he meant."

"Yes." Yu Huaian's anxiety suddenly disappeared, and he turned around to leave. Zhao Fuyun said again: "If you can't see him, you must ask him 'Is he still a disciple of Tiandu Mountain?'"

Yu Huaian was shocked and didn't know why Zhao Fuyun asked him this. In his opinion, being a disciple of Tiandu Mountain was an honor and no one would deny it.

Moreover, there are two Purple Mansion cultivators from Tiandu Mountain taking care of this matter. Senior Brother Wei Danfeng from Swallowing Ghost Fort has established the fort for more than a hundred years and must have a high level of cultivation. With his intervention, this matter can definitely be resolved.

He followed the boundary between black and white all the way towards the Ghost-Swallowing Castle.

He had always heard of the Ghost-Swallowing Castle but had never been there. This was his first time there.

The wind was cold and blew towards me.

(End of this chapter)