Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 101 Moving Mountains

Speechless all the way.

As they reached a hilly area, the sound of horses' hooves behind them subsided.

The revisionist movement has turned back.

Zhou Xiao held the reins in one hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and placed the other hand on his chest, his face slightly pale.

"The breath rises to the lungs, passes through the Shenque point, then through the Taiyi point, and reaches the Yonglianquan point. Remember not to take a deep breath."

Feng Xiu only glanced at it before immediately understanding what was going on.

High reflex.

Due to Wu Fu's altitude sickness, Zhou Xiao did not engage in any strenuous exercise.

But when riding a horse, you always need to use your qi and blood to stabilize your lower body.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiao immediately closed her eyes.

Feng Xiu wasn't in a hurry and slowed down the process.

Follow his instructions regarding the breath.

"Martial artists in Yunzhou breathe more heavily than those in the inland areas. Miss Zhou, you should be careful since you're new here."

Feng Xiu said leisurely.

In fact, this is the real reason why many warriors are unwilling to come to Yunzhou.

Shortness of breath and stagnation of qi and blood are only part of the problem; more importantly, one's physical strength is severely restricted.

Especially in high-intensity combat, it is impossible to support oneself to exert full strength; being able to exert 70% or 80% is considered the best.

Zhou Xiao calmed down for a while, and her complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.

"And what about you, Young Master Feng?"

"Me? I'm a little stronger than you."

The Nine Heavens Lock is a secret technique that forcibly locks in one's qi, blood, and energy; the martial artists of Yunzhou are already cultivating under such heavy loads.

Feng Xiu, on the other hand, carries an even deeper layer of shackles on this boundary.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiu actually became somewhat interested in Feng Ao's suggestion to go to Jinzhou.

However, the thought of giving up his large tract of fertile land made Feng Xiu feel a pang of heartache, and he quickly dismissed the idea.

The two horses walked side by side at a slow pace.

"How many strands of internal energy has Young Master Feng cultivated?" Zhou Xiao was more interested in martial arts.

At this point in the conversation, she asked another question out of curiosity.

"Two dishes, please."

"Two?"

"Well, he can barely be considered a beginner-level Blood Burning cultivator."

"I don't think so." Zhou Xiao's clear and bright eyes flickered and fell on Feng Xiu.

Feng Xiu was physically strong and tall, with a broad chest and bulging muscles in his arms.

However, the overall shape exudes a streamlined and balanced feel, which is clearly a result of the heightened physique after cultivating qi and blood to the bone.

"Believe it or not," Feng Xiu said casually.

"Young Master Feng, is your trip...?"

Zhou Xiao, with her straightforward personality, didn't hold back and asked with her red lips slightly parted.

A thunderous sound, like ten thousand horses galloping, suddenly rang out from the bushes on the side of the hill.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a commotion of trampling gravel and dust flying everywhere.

After a while, once the smoke and dust have cleared up...

A group of jet-black yak, each three meters tall, covered in thick, velvety armor, with horns standing upright like drawn bows.

It exhaled puffs of white air from its nostrils, and as its four hooves flew, the earth trembled and vibrated. Its powerful physique carried an overwhelming force that could crush everything in the vast expanse!

The two yellow horses became restless and let out a long neigh.

"Grass!"

Feng Xiu's expression changed drastically in an instant, but then he didn't hesitate and spurred the horse's belly!

As he lashed out with the whip, he also delivered a sharp slap to Zhou Xiao's crotch.

Zhou Xiao was still a little dazed; people from inland areas had never seen such high-altitude creatures before.

Before he could react, the yellow horse beneath him accelerated, and Zhou Xiao lost his balance, almost losing his grip on the reins!

Behind them, the roar of the black yak was rough and powerful, its imposing momentum enough to make one's heart tremble.

After running for a long time, the dark herd of yaks behind them turned into a small black shadow, and the horse beneath them was foaming at the mouth and burning hot.

It then slowly came to a stop.

"What, what is that, a black bull?"

Zhou Xiao couldn't hide her shock. She steadied herself and asked.

"Black lizard, the overlord of this plateau!"

Feng Xiu cursed his bad luck inwardly.

The Black Fighting Owl, known as the King of Killing on the Plateau, has an extremely strong sense of territory.

It was a nightmare for the warriors of Yunzhou, as a single head of it weighed several thousand kilograms.

You may be very strong in martial arts, but you weigh three tons!

"Are there such peculiar animals in Yunzhou?"

Zhou Xiao was very surprised, as everything she saw and experienced along the way was completely different from what she saw in the inland areas.

It offers a unique perspective on the scenery.

Gradually, dusk approached.

The two finally arrived at a small town.

After entering the town, Zhou Xiao felt slightly more excited.

Yunzhou is such a vast area, with hills and open fields that the view can be rather monotonous.

This town is not large, but it is more prosperous than the villages under the jurisdiction of Qingyan City. There are also quite a few ragged refugees in the town.

At the entrance to the town, there is a huge archway that marks Liuzi Town as a hub for freight transport between the north and south.

"I'll stay here tonight."

Zhou Xiao nodded.

The two found an inn in the town.

"Are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

The waiter greeted them warmly, skillfully led the horses to the backyard, and then guided them upstairs to rest.

Feng Xiu asked for two rooms and also had the waiter bring up some food.

The meal was simple, but the portions were large, and the two of them sat facing each other.

Zhou Xiao wasn't tired, but he didn't say much either.

After dealing with two mouthfuls.

They got up and went back to their rooms. Just as they reached the door, they suddenly heard a long, drawn-out chant coming from the street below.

"To deliver all sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering."

"The lotus blossoms on the other side of paradise."

The sound was drawn out, like a cry or a song, drifting through the twilight, sending chills down the spine of the listener.

Feng Xiu paused, walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked down.

On the street, two lines of people were slowly walking, each with seven or eight people in front and behind.

They were all wearing drab gray robes, heads bowed, muttering to themselves.

In the middle of the procession, four thin men carried an open-air sedan chair, in which a woman sat.

The woman wore a black robe embroidered with blooming black lotuses on a black background.

The woman had a fair complexion, her eyes were lowered, and a compassionate smile played on her lips, like a bodhisattva bowing her head.

There were also people pushing carts in the group, with sacks of grain, each about the size of a palm, stacked on top of them.

Some people walked along the street scattering copper coins and throwing away grain sacks.

Among the homeless people leaning against the street, a hint of longing was revealed in their blank, lifeless eyes.

Some people stumbled and bent down to pick it up, moving closer to the queue.

Feng Xiu narrowed his eyes, looking at the team.

"Honey, honey, you can't go!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from one side of the street.

A woman dressed in coarse cloth clung tightly to the leg of a middle-aged man, who was wearing a gray robe.

The woman's face was covered in tears, her hair was disheveled, and dirt was embedded in her fingernails.

"The children at home are starving! You've donated all the grain and all the coins, what will the children eat?! What will they eat?!"

The woman cried out.

"Get out of my way!" The man shouted fanatically, raising his foot to kick.

The woman hugged him tighter, and the man struggled in disgust.

But with each step, the woman dragged her body, leaving a conspicuous mark on the dusty stone slab.

The woman in the sedan chair slightly opened her eyes and looked at them gently.

"I obey the Holy Maiden's command!"

A gray-robed man beside him looked excited and pulled a sharp knife from his sleeve.

He stepped forward and plunged a knife into the woman's back, causing blood to spurt out.

The woman's body suddenly stiffened.

She looked down at the knife tip protruding from her chest, then mechanically looked up again.

Looking at the crazed man who had already joined the group, her lips moved slightly.

"All people outside of oneself are burdens; only by severing worldly ties can one attain ultimate bliss."

In a daze, a woman's melodious voice rang out.

He lay on the ground, his mouth no longer breathing.

The noise on the street continued unabated, and several thin, starving people hiding in the alleys gleamed with menacing eyes.

They swarmed out, dragging the woman's body into the darkness.

After the missionary group disappeared from sight.

"Is it already this chaotic outside Qingyan City?"

Feng Xiu then looked away, his brows furrowing.

After shaking his head slightly, he was about to close the window when he heard a whooshing sound.

His figure leaped out, his voice sharp and slightly angry.

Feng Xiu was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the woman in blue following far behind the group, he sighed.

"trouble."

Outside the town, there is a secluded villa.

Lanterns hung high in the courtyard, where a dozen or so people stood with their heads bowed, motionless.

The sedan chair stopped in the center of the courtyard, and the woman with the black lotus stepped down.

With feet firmly planted on the ground, his figure remained silent and unnoticed.

His expression had become slightly indifferent, like a bodhisattva in a temple revealing his true form.

"My lord, how many believers have you recruited today?"

A man in a yellow robe emerged from the shadows.

Standing beside the woman with the black lotus, he said, "Holy Maiden, today we have gained seventeen believers, distributed one hundred and twenty bags of grain, and eighty-three strings of copper coins."

"Too little."

"I also think it's too little; we need to speed things up."

"If we visit a few more towns tomorrow, we can make it to three hundred."

The man in the green robe spoke casually, as if he were talking about something insignificant, and there was no superior-subordinate relationship between him and the woman in black.

"Is the Mountain Moving Order ready?" The Holy Maiden nodded.

The man in the green robe took out a palm-sized token from his sleeve. It was completely black, with the words "Move Mountain" engraved on the front.

The back is engraved with two mountains, one named Wangwu and the other Taihang.

"Everything is ready, just waiting for Yu Gong to make his move, and with one command, the two mountains will be suppressed."

The man in the green robe glanced at her, then smiled faintly, "The spiritual energy of most of the believers in this town has been extracted. What remains can be used as nourishment for Yu Gong's intervention."

"We must not be careless. Moving the mountains is a matter of great importance to our sect. Once the two mountains are moved, we will be able to completely suppress the old dragon."

Boom~

Just as the saintess was about to speak, the courtyard gate suddenly exploded open.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and planks hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhou Xiao stood at the door, holding a long sword in his hand.

The sword is three feet long, entirely silver-white, with a guard inlaid with pale blue jade and a hilt wrapped with black silk thread.

Holding it in my hand, it felt like a cold ray of light.

"You heretical cult, prepare to die!"

Zhou Xiao, his face full of anger, stared at the two people in the courtyard. After speaking, he drew his sword and thrust.

Inside the courtyard, a dozen or so gray-robed men paused for a moment, then let out hoarse roars and pounced on her.

One of them is the middle-aged man who abandoned his wife and children today.

However, at this moment, his face was stiff and his eyes were lifeless.

He rushed to the front, spreading his arms, trying to use his body to block the sword's edge.

Zhou Xiao didn't stop walking. With a flick of his sword, a silvery-white sword light drew a streak of overflowing sword energy in the twilight, transforming into an arc-shaped slash.

The three gray-robed men in front of him collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from their throats.

But more and more gray-robed men surged forward!

Zhou Xiao's sword was fast, each strike clean and swift, piercing throats, hearts, and necks, with no hesitation or slack in any move.

Soon, corpses piled up all over the ground, and blood seeped out from the cracks in the stone slabs.

The saintess and the man in the green robe stood in the center of the courtyard, while the believers they had painstakingly recruited were being slaughtered.

He showed no outward expression, but simply watched with great interest.

"A female warrior, her yang energy is a bit weak."

The lord looked Zhou Xiao up and down, his eyes showing no lust for her beauty, but rather as if he were appraising some kind of merchandise.