Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 227: Gathering Resentment, Forging Bows and Condensing Arrows (4000)
The golden light reappeared, covering the double pupils.

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded his forehead lightly, stopping the woman from continuing the conversation.

The next moment, the formation floating beside the two of them trembled violently and then shattered.

"Junior brother, what are you trying to do? You set up a formation privately and want to..."

"Big Brother, I'm talking to a fellow Taoist from the Golden Light Pavilion. Why are you interrupting me?"

Biqi's pretty face showed dissatisfaction, and she directly interrupted the eldest brother's words.

The man with a weathered face looked at his junior sister in astonishment and surprise.

This junior sister of mine has always been gentle, no matter whether she treats her senior or junior brothers. In addition, due to her special status, she is deeply loved by the disciples of the Dharma lineage.

This was the first time that dissatisfaction was expressed so clearly.

The man was thinking in his mind and turned his gaze to the slender figure shrouded in golden light.

"Brother, I'm just asking Junior Sister something. I mean no harm."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, his arms hanging naturally.

He took a step forward, his armor clanging, and he was calm.

The woman in the green skirt glanced at the eldest brother, quickly caught up, and walked forward side by side with Zhang Yuanzhu.

The group of three headed towards the right army camp and soon arrived at the Biluo Dharma Lineage headquarters.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the military camp in front of him with a sharp gaze, his eyes slightly fixed.

Pale yellow light curtains stood on all sides of the army, with lines flowing across the curtains, and the sound of rushing water could be faintly heard.

“Nice formation.”

Zhang Yuanzhu rubbed his hands together and exclaimed in admiration.

Biqi's expression was gentle. She stretched out her slender hand and pointed at the formation in front of her.

"The Azure Yellow Springs Formation, the most exquisite formation in the Dharma lineage."

There was pride in the woman's eyes, like a girl showing off her toys.

"This formation once killed Master Ningsha!"

“It’s really remarkable.”

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

Even with his attainments in magic, he had to admit that this formation was exquisite and worthy of being the foundation of the magic lineage.

The man with a haggard face standing aside glanced at his junior sister, then at Zhang Yuanzhu, with a strange look in his eyes.

The communication between the two was too natural, there must be something going on.

All kinds of thoughts came to the man's mind, but they were eventually suppressed. He stretched out his hand and began to make hand gestures.

Wow! Wow!
The light curtain parted, and a passage appeared in front of the three people.

"Enter!"

With a whisper, the man with a weathered face walked into the passage first.

Zhang Yuanzhu and Biqi followed closely behind.

The passage was dark, and a faint sound came from the front.

"My name is Song Shu. I don't know what to call you, Junior Brother."

"Hong Wu!"

"Junior Brother Hong, since we have entered the Biluo Dharma Lineage's residence, we need to meet with our uncle."

"Visiting elders is the proper thing to do."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded lightly on his forehead and took a step forward.

Soon the three of them crossed the formation and entered the camp.

In an instant, pairs of eyes turned towards him, some strong and some weak, like sharp swords attacking him.

"clank!"

The war spear behind him trembled slightly, and the sound of metal clashing echoed around him.

In an instant, most of the disciples of the Dharma lineage were struck by lightning, and they withdrew their gazes, their hearts filled with horror.

Who on earth was this person who followed the senior brother and junior sister into the base, and who actually possessed such a powerful aura?

However, some monks, looking at the dazzling golden light and thinking of the news, whether true or false, seemed to have some understanding in their hearts.

Zhang Yuanzhu didn't care what the many cultivators thought, and followed Biqi and Song Shu to a tent.

He paused slightly, sensing the powerful aura coming from him.

His double pupils were half-closed, and his aura was comparable to that of Old Huo, not much weaker.

Song Shu faced the tent, clasped his fists and saluted!
"Disciple Song Shu, I have brought my fellow disciples from the Golden Light Pavilion to meet the Grand Elder."

"Enter!"

A calm voice came out slowly.

Before Song Shu looked up, Bi Qi had already pulled the boy's arm and walked into the tent.

Song Shu was the only one left there, standing there in a daze.

The two of them are too close, and the junior sister must know each other.

But my junior sister grew up in the Dharma lineage and has never been out.

The thoughts in his mind did not affect Song Shu's actions, and he was about to catch up quickly.

A voice came into my mind.

"Song boy, you go back first."

The man stopped walking, his eyes filled with deeper thoughts.

After hesitating for a moment, he bowed and left without asking any questions.

Inside the tent, Zhang Yuanzhu and Biqi stood side by side, looking at an old man lying on a mat.

The old man was wearing a green Taoist robe, a crown on his head, black hair and a long beard, his head drooped, looking at a scroll of scriptures on the ground.

"Even across the formation, I can feel your surging, youthful energy."

The old voice echoed in the tent.

The old man raised his head, his face serious and earnest, his cloudy eyes seemed to be able to see through the golden light and see the slender figure clearly.

"The body is intact, the magic power is pure, and the spirit is brilliant. Even Ye Jinxian, who is at the same level as you, is still a little bit inferior to you."

As the words fell, a strange smile appeared on the old Taoist's face.

"Golden Light Pavilion can also have a great man like you."

For a moment, the entire tent was filled with silence. Although the old man did not make any unnecessary movements, he carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Grandpa, the world is so big, there are all kinds of outstanding people. It's no wonder that Jinguang Pavilion has such a natural talent as Brother Hongwu."

Biqi crossed her arms across her chest and gave the old Taoist a fierce look with her eyes.

"Brother Dao is here on behalf of the Jinguang Pavilion. My Biluo Dharma Lineage will never be disrespectful."

"You!"

The old man shook his head, looking helpless.

The high-ranking members of the Biluo Dharma Lineage are quite fond of the daughter of the master of the Biluo Dharma Lineage.

Moreover, the master of his own lineage also loves his only daughter, Biqi, very much and regards her as the apple of his eye.

"Young man, no matter who you are, please do not bring disaster to my Biluo Dharma lineage."

"Senior, you are worrying too much. I am just a disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion. What harm can I bring to the Biluo Dharma Lineage?"

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his mouth slowly, and golden light burst out, rendering the space extremely bright.

The indestructible rhythm of the Vajra Dao permeates every corner of the room.

Seeing such a high level of Golden Light Technique, the old Taoist in green robe frowned. Was his guess wrong?
Call ~
Let out a breath.

The old man didn't think any more and waved his hand.

"Biqi, please choose a tent for young friend Hongwu to practice."

"it is good."

The woman smiled sweetly, took the boy's arm, and walked out.

"Brother Hongwu, follow me."

Zhang Yuanzhu felt the softness on his arm, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally did not break free and followed the woman out of the tent.

The boy followed the girl out of the tent and came to a relatively large courtyard.

Yes, a courtyard!
Zhang Yuanzhu looked surprised. There was actually a courtyard in the military camp. It seemed that he had underestimated the identity of the woman next to him.

Looking from a distance, the courtyard has a rough style and is shrouded in a light mist.

"The spiritual energy here is quite good, Brother Dao, please stay here first."

Biqi's dress fluttered, her long black hair danced, and her pretty face was filled with a bright smile.

She waved her hand and the door opened directly.

She leaned closer to the boy, opened her red lips slightly, and murmured:

"I have a lot to say to Senior Brother Zhang, but it's too noisy right now."

“There’s plenty of time, so there’s no need to rush.”

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, stepped forward, and reached the threshold. He paused slightly, raised his hand, and waved it.

"Sorry to trouble you, Junior Sister, with today's matter!"

"Brother Dao, why should you be polite to me?"

Biqi's eyebrows were slightly curved, like a crescent moon, adding a bit of agility.

She watched the young man enter the courtyard before turning and leaving, her dress fluttering, full of joy.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in the courtyard, observing the surroundings, and a square array of disks flew out from his arms, covering the entire courtyard.

Wow! Wow!
Amid the sound of flowing water, curtains of light rose up, covering all directions.

Then, slowly disappeared.

At this time, Zhang Yuanzhu took out the cushion and sat cross-legged.

Recalling the events of today, his pupils flickered and he whispered in his heart:
"Have you noticed anything?"

He never underestimates anyone, let alone someone who is building a foundation.

After learning his identity, Pinkie Pie was too excited and revealed too many flaws.

but
"I never intended to keep it secret for long!"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured.

Just as he said, this is just a place of trial, to hone one's magic power, body, and even will.

Once the sharpening is complete, they will leave and won’t stay for long.

To take a step back, whether it is the Qian Kingdom, the Soul-Eating Lineage, or even the Biluo Lineage, their biggest enemy at the moment is the Yan Kingdom and the Xuanqing Temple.

Instead of being an apparent disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion, they did not have the energy nor the will to investigate in detail.

All kinds of emotions surged in my heart, and then they all calmed down and turned into one thought.

Practice!

Strength is the foundation. If he was not inferior to others in strength, he would not have hidden like this. He would have rushed into the central army camp and taken off the heads of Emperor Qian and the top leaders of the three major immortal cultivation families.

A thought.

A wooden box flew out of the storage bag and hovered in front of him.

Click!

The wooden box opened automatically, revealing three silver jade slips.

This is the "Taiyin Killing God Arrow" he obtained not long ago, and it is also the magic pattern he wants to condense after reaching the tenth level of Qi training. He can practice it now.

He stretched out his hand, picked up a jade slip, and studied it carefully.

Mars devours the heart, the moon captures the soul, the nine netherworlds open, and the arrow falls without a trace.
One scripture after another fell into the young man's heart, allowing him to gain continuous insights and gain more.

As time passed, the three jade slips were looked through one by one. The first thing confirmed was that none of the three jade slips had any [characteristics].

Secondly, this is a spell that is extremely troublesome to practice.

It is divided into three steps: collecting resentment, casting bow, and concentrating arrows.

Only after completing the three steps can one be considered to have entered the stage and can practice normally. The three jade slips in the wooden box record the three steps of practice methods respectively.

Zhang Yuanzhu had no expression on his face. He put the jade slip back into the wooden box and waved his sleeves.

A corpse appeared on the ground. The corpse was wearing yellow armor and exuded an extraordinary aura.

This was the debris he had looted from the battlefield. He had originally intended to use it as nourishment for the White Bone Demon's advancement, but now it was just right for him to use it to practice magic.

He stretched out his palm, put two fingers together, and silver lines appeared on his fingertips, carrying a cold breath.

The next moment, the sword finger suddenly stabbed towards the center of Canhu's eyebrows.

Stab it!

The skull was cracked open, and silver lines swarmed into the wreckage like ants.

The blood, resentment, and hatred between the eyebrows began to condense along the silver lines in an extremely strange way.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, and with his free hand, he made the corresponding hand gestures according to the instructions on the jade slip.

This is Cai Yuan!
Collect the blood, resentment and hatred from the eyebrows of those who died on the battlefield and condense them into resentful soul beads.

As for bow casting, a spiritual object with yin attributes is used to cast a longbow through special patterns.

Finally, he condensed the arrow, used the moonlight as the hammer, the will as the fire, and the wronged soul bead as the material to forge the arrow shadow.

Only after completing these three steps can one be considered to have mastered the art of Taiyin Lushenjian.

As he was thinking, the debris dried up, and a silver bead slowly condensed at his fingertips, about to emerge completely.

Bang!
The beads exploded and dissipated into the air.

There was only a dried corpse on the ground, which turned into ashes with the wind.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand, supported his chin, and pondered the reason for his failure.

After a moment, he attacked again and started to collect grudges.

failure!

Fail again!!

Still failed!!!

Until the sixth time, a crystal clear bead sparkling with silver light appeared at the fingertips.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised the corner of his mouth and whispered:

"It's done!"

Afterwards, the boy took out a few more remains, collected resentment, and obtained the resentful soul beads.

In less than an incense stick of time, nine silver-shining beads were placed in front of him.

Next, it is time to forge the bow.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were filled with thought. He didn't have many Yin-attributed spiritual objects that met the requirements.

As he thought about it, a yellow wooden stake, a moon disk, and a stone box flew out from his arms.

The wooden stake is made of Huangquan wood, which was exchanged from the Biluo Dharma Lineage when in the Beast Taming Secret Realm. It was originally used to cast Nuo masks, and some of it is still left.

As for the Moon Disk, it is also a Yin-attributed magical tool. It can be melted and then recast (it is not a recast of a magical tool).

The stone box contains the evil spirit, but the material of the stone box itself is extraordinary, and coupled with the long-term invasion of evil spirit, it is enough to be used as a material for casting a bow.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked carefully at the three items in front of him.

After a moment, he was the first to put away the Moon Disk. This magical weapon had the potential to become a top-grade magical weapon, and it would be a waste to destroy it directly.

"Try the Yellow Spring Wood first."

The young man spoke, stretched out his hand, and grasped it in the air, and the Lingyuan Knife appeared in his palm.

His arms swung, the knife shadows were heavy, and wood chips flew.

A yellow longbow soon appeared in front of him.

He put down the jade knife, stretched out his five fingers, and lightly tapped the bow. Mysterious patterns emerged and merged into the bow.

The longbow trembled, and as time passed, the trembling became more violent.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Bang!
The longbow made of yellow spring wood exploded and turned into dust.

"Does the spiritual object not match?"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered in his heart.

When he was arranging the patterns, he felt something was not right. Now it seemed that Yellow Spring Wood was not suitable for casting longbows.

So, does the stone box meet the requirements?

He reached out his hand and was about to take the stone box.

He paused slightly and looked up at the sky.

At some point, the sun set and the bright moon rose.

"It's late at night, no wonder you came."

Zhang Yuanzhu pulled the stone box in front of him, withdrew his gaze, and said softly:

"come in."

The gate to the courtyard opened, and the formation arranged around it automatically revealed a passage.

A graceful figure walked in from outside the courtyard.

The green skirt fluttered, and three thousand green beads fell to the waist. Her beautiful face had a smile from the heart.

Biqili walked over slowly and sat cross-legged opposite the young man.

"Brother Zhang, long time no see."

The soft whisper was like a breeze blowing past.

The golden light on Zhang Yuanzhu's face faded, revealing his true appearance.

His face was as sharp as a knife, and he was extraordinarily handsome. Under his long and sharp eyebrows were a pair of strange and mysterious double pupils.

He just sat upright on the ground, but he had an aura of dominance that could swallow mountains and rivers.

The woman looked at the familiar face, her eyes blurred and filled with memories.

"By the sea, at the foot of Yanluo Mountain, inside and outside Yulong City, I will never forget the many times you saved me."

(End of this chapter)