"This is not important, because in my eyes, both you and you are dead." After Ren Ning said that, as soon as he grabbed the void, a slender silver-white sword flew out of the space ring. He held it in his hand, his momentum suddenly increased, his killing power was revealed, and even the air was like a wild wave. The wind and clouds were moving, and the fighting spirit was steep. The sword was out of the sheath and the cold light came, and it flashed, which was enough to cut off everything in this world.

The Black King opened his five fingers, grabbed the power of the wind attribute rules and condensed into a majestic rule force to block the front.

If you can grasp Feng is already the great ability of Taiyi Jinxian, the Black King can easily condense Feng's rule power into a retaining wall, which shows his ability!

The cold light came in an instant and slashed on the wall of rules. Even the rules of wind collapsed violently. However, the power of the sword slash was greatly reduced. When it hit the black king, the black king waved his hand and wiped it out.

"It is worthy of being the guardian of Shushan Tai Chi Zhenren. You have the body of Taixu, and it is indeed difficult to deal with." The Black King said, and then greeted Ren Qiu: "The power I gave is to make you live better. Apart from this guy, Shushan is not worth worrying at all. You should greet them well."

"Don't worry, the weak have no choice, and the strong can accept being beaten." Ren Qiu said, his body flashed, and thunder suddenly moved, making a sound of wailing, and headed straight for Ren Daoyuan.

"Bang!" The powerful bang power and dull hitting sound were intertwined, and the fire and lightning were entangled. Whether it was burning thunder or hitting fire, even the nine elders of Shushan could not tell whether it was burning thunder or hitting fire.

Ren Qiu was furious, his body was filled with lightning, his face looked extremely ugly, "You guy, do you want to protect their entire door?"

The Red Eagle turned into a flame man and punched Ren Qiu's palm, without giving in to each other.

"Isn't it boring to let you kill at will? I have already expressed my opinion. Can't you, the deaf man?"

"Very good, that's a pity. Killing you is a pity, but I don't have to endure the abomination of those who commit suicide." Ren Qiu said, and waved his hands suddenly, hundreds of purple lightning tongues appeared, and they all slashed on Chiyu's body.

Chi Yu was not seriously injured by the power of the powerful thunder. He completely took over Ren Qiu's thunder technique that was enough to kill Taiyi Jinxian with his body. If he were an ordinary immortal, he would definitely be killed in ashes.

I remember that on the third day of the fallen and being chased, Akatsuki ran between the mountains and fields, but encountered a powerful secret technique of the mountains and fields.

There has always been a saying in the Yin-Yang business that the most secret Taoist techniques have been basically lost, and the remaining part may be buried in the wilderness. Now people are probably the tip of the iceberg of ancient times.

Think about it, there are fewer and fewer people in this era who believe in this kind of thing, and the profession of Mr. Yin and Yang is slowly withdrawing from the stage, so it is reasonable to decline.

The secret technique of Yin and Yang is not like other things. It is not suitable for writing books and biography. Most of them are passed down by word of mouth and rarely recorded in books. Therefore, in the Yin and Yang circles today, they are looking for some aliens who are hidden in the mountains and fields, hoping to restore a little bit of the glory of the circle in the past. After all, sometimes some amazing secret techniques appear in the mountains and fields.

It was Chiyu's first time to visit Diqiu. Although this ancient city was not a royal city, it had many houses. He saw old houses, low buildings, and simple pedestrians.

It was a rainy afternoon. Chiyu was walking by the city river, looking at the once glory of the ancient city. When he entered the gate, there was a woman sitting under the door hole, probably in her early 18, like a daughter who had just entered the world.

The woman was wearing two long braids, wearing a shabby long cloth shirt, a gray long dress that was washed with patches, and a small stool sitting under her butt, holding a foot-square wooden board in her arms, and a few pieces of white silk cloth were clamped on it. It was obvious that she was painting for people.

She looked at the raindrops outside the door, and had no intention of leaving for the time being.

"Girl, are you a portrait of someone?" Akayu had some leisure time that day, so he became interested.

The woman looked at Chiyu a few times, saw that his face was covered in bruises, and then replied gently: "Yes, but I painted it like..." She didn't say what happened next, and thought she was not very good at it.

"It's okay, just draw it for me, it doesn't matter if it doesn't look like it." Chiyu felt pity, or just passed the time, and he pulled a small stool from the woman and sat very well.

"It's not like..." the woman spoke, but didn't continue.

"It's okay, I'll draw whatever I used to draw, and I'll do whatever I painted." Akatsuki was very generous.

The woman stopped saying anything, straightened her waist, raised the wooden board with her left hand and laid it on her thigh, and held a thin ink pen in her right hand and started drawing.

Akayu did not go to see the woman's painting process, and some people didn't like to watch it, so he kept sitting and occasionally looked at the surrounding scenery.

The woman looked up at Akayu from time to time, then buried her head on the canvas for a while, and then looked up to see it. However, her brows slowly frowned, and the look of looking at Akayu was also strange.

"What's wrong, girl?" Akayu asked her.

"Which industry are you in?" the woman asked him cautiously.

Akayu laughed and asked her: "What do you think I'm doing?"

The woman grinned and smiled, "It's not an ordinary job anyway."

Akayu didn't answer the words, which indirectly admitted it. The woman drew on the cloth with a pen for a while, and Akayu felt a sense of inexplicability.

About a quarter of an hour later, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, took the cloth statue off the drawing board and rolled it up, and said, "Let's go home and look at it." She handed over the portrait.

"Why?" Akaba asked.

"I'm afraid you won't pay after seeing it." The woman lowered her head and said shyly. It seemed that the quality of the portrait was indeed not good, or even very poor.

"Then go back and see again!" Chiyu smiled and took out a few coins and handed them to the woman. Then he continued to wander around the city, holding the portrait in his hand, but it never opened it. He seemed that he really planned to open it after going home.

When the cloth painting was opened, Akayu didn't understand it. The portrait was painted with a long bearded young man. Because he was tilted, he could not really see his face clearly. He could only judge from his body shape and half of his face that he was himself.

What does this have to do with yourself?

Even the knowledgeable Akaba has no idea about this painting.

The turning point of the matter happened three months later. As the disciples of Shushan found Chiyu's traces, Chiyu had no choice but to use the technique of change to quickly grow a long beard, and he barely avoided the pursuit. However, when he fled to the red leaf forest in the mountains, he accidentally sat by the pool and found that his appearance and posture were exactly the same as the portrait on the canvas.

Later, he often walked around Diqiu for a few months, but Chiyu never saw the woman he had originally portrayed. In the old saying of Shushan, there were so many experts in the mountains and fields, and even they didn't know what kind of secret techniques they had mastered, so there was no need to make a fuss.

A few days later, Chiyu saw an old woman holding a bowl in a market in a small town around Hongye Forest. She quickly attracted a large number of onlookers in this town where even monkey-playing people were about to disappear. He stopped and looked at it for a while with curiosity.

The old lady took out a few black beans from her pocket and threw them on the ground, then knocked on the bowl, shouting in a clear southern accent: "Come on, come on, come back to the bowl!"

The black beans on the ground rolled towards the old lady. The old lady bent down and supported the bowl sideways, and the black beans rolled into the bowl.

Akaba originally thought it was a scam trick, but he didn't figure it out, so he frowned and didn't speak, but he was thinking quietly in his heart.

"Ha--a trick of deceiving people. Do you think we are easy to cheat?" A young man stood up and exposed the fraud in a very "justice". "The people in our place have no knowledge, but do you think I don't know that there is a thin thread tied to the black beans?"

When the onlookers heard the young man's words, the curiosity was gone, and they dispersed in groups of three or three. The old lady could only shake her head helplessly and put away the bowl.

"Give it, give it all!" A woman was rushing in the market with her child in her arms, crying at the crowded crowd in front of her.

"Let me, the child is stuck when eating peaches. Give me a little, help me!" A middle-aged man ran in front of the woman and explained loudly, helping the woman open the way.

"Wait a minute." The old lady shouted at the woman.

The woman slowed down and glanced at the old lady, ignored her, and continued to run to the clinic in the town.

"Let me see!" the old lady raised her voice.

The woman finally stopped and put the child on the ground. She knelt down and said, "Hurry, save my son!" The woman kowtowed three times to the old lady.

The old lady squatted beside the child. The child had fainted and his face turned red. The situation was indeed very urgent.

The old lady took out her bowl and knocked it, "Come on! Come on! Go back to the bowl!" She put the edge of the bowl on the child's mouth. The child coughed strangely a few times, and with a "splash", a peach pit with a cat's eyes rolled into the bowl.

"Huh?" I was really shocked at that time. Could it be that I was my first reaction?

The onlookers also sighed in various ways. The woman hugged the child and cried while keeping her breath.

"You didn't make an appointment, did you?" The young man just asked the people around him.

"I made an appointment? This woman is the owner of the oil press shop in the east end of the street. She is a honest and honest person. Who doesn't know about it in the town? I haven't seen that old woman before. How could it be a appointment?" The person next to me explained.

When Akayu looked for the old lady again, she had long disappeared. Maybe she happened to be a mountain master who happened to pass by.

So he thinks that the world is so great that it is really amazing. There are too many strange people and magic in this world. What he sees is just the tip of the iceberg! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!