The decisive battle between the old demon of Montenegro and the three great masters of the Confucian sect was to take place three days later. Although Wang Zhong did not understand why he had to go to Hetuala first, the old demon of Montenegro must have a profound meaning in his move.
"The decisive battle is imminent, and all the masters in the world have gathered in the city of Hetuala, just in time to witness it."
Wang Zhong changed his mind and saw that the old Black Mountain demon was not making any sound, so he did not ask. This old demon didn't know what to do in the magma all day long.
I went back to the Seven Kills Demon Palace to pack dry food, clothes, and brought a few crystal-clear and round Eastern Pearls, three to four ingots of fifty-two pieces of large gold cakes, and some scattered silver coins. The Seven Killers Demon Palace was very rich, and the king
Zhong was not afraid of not having money. He estimated the prices recorded in history during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty and found out that he had learned some from Li Chengliang. What he brought with him was equivalent to that of a wealthy businessman with a small amount of property in the south of the Yangtze River.
With everything prepared and the direction correct, Wang Zhong left the Seven Kills Demon Palace and entered the vast jungle.
The city of Hetuala is located six or seven hundred miles to the southwest at the foot of Changbai Mountain. There are more than three hundred miles of mountain roads. After leaving the mountain, there are plains, rivers, pastures, etc. It is not very difficult to walk. Wang Zhong is now walking three or four miles.
A hundred miles of foot strength, including resting along the way, it took just three days to arrive.
Wang Zhong was no longer dressed in modern clothes at this time. He was wearing a pair of black and white Taoist shoes and a dark linen suit.
As the black linen clothes swayed, there was a faint flash of dark golden light. The linen cloth was made of black gold silk, the hair of boys and girls, black silk, and Tianshan black linen silk. It could not be harmed by a sharp sword.
It can also withstand arrows, has the characteristics of being smooth like ordinary silk, and fits well when worn.
Dressed this way, he is exactly the same as the old demon from Montenegro, except that his hair is still very short, but it is a modern bob.
It has been half a year since I came to this era, and my hair has grown very long. According to the custom of the Ming Dynasty, it is tied up, tied with a silk scarf, or rolled up into a Taoji, and it is also worn on both sides like Mongolian men, which looks wild.
Rough and rough, as for the Manchu Jurchens with big black and shiny braids, that would be a bit ugly.
Wang Zhong didn't want to do anything and didn't want to bother with it, so he simply asked Lu Na to cut his hair short frequently, while still keeping his modern look.
The Seven Kills Demon Palace is only in the middle of the Changbai Mountain Motian Ridge, which is within the territory of Goryeo. Walking inward, you will see tall and dense woods along the way, with shrubs growing under the trees. Occasionally you can encounter the flat land under the hills, with lush flowers and grass, and gurgling silver-like spring water.
Deer, deer, foxes, rabbits, roe deer, mink and other things are often seen on the move. Now that it is July, snakes are already appearing, and some huge snake sloughs can be seen faintly.
"The snakes in Changbai Mountain are actually quite big."
Wang Zhong paid more attention and used the sun's shadow to identify the direction. He walked down the mountain through some mountain trails. Sometimes the road was blocked or blocked by thorns. Wang Zhong did not take a detour and forced his way in. A pair of iron palms turned into eagle claws.
By opening a path, the black linen clothes would not be damaged anyway, and it would save a lot of trouble.
I just walked straight ahead like flying, up one mountain and then down the mountain, until the sky was completely dark, the few stars in the sky were dim, and I couldn't identify the road. I estimated that I had walked more than two hundred miles, and I would be there early tomorrow morning.
But when he came out of the mountain, Wang Zhong stopped, drank water and ate dry food, found a big tree, climbed up, closed his eyes and wandered away.
Although it is not as hot and humid as the jungles in the south, there are still many mosquitoes in the Changbai Mountains in July. However, when Wang Zhong's black linen clothes were made, they were smoked with spices, so the mosquitoes were not close, and he slept very peacefully.
It was midnight, the breeze was blowing, the shadows of the trees were dancing under the stars, it was very interesting.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew past my face, causing the leaves to rustle.
Chirp! Chirp! Two more screams came from afar, like an owl's cry, but also like a baby's cry. It was extremely shrill and shrill, floating in the deep dark woods, making people's hair stand on end!
Wang Zhong noticed something strange and immediately woke up.
"What's going on?" Wang Zhong turned over like a tree frog climbing on a tree, immediately stopped breathing and remained motionless, leaving only his two eyes glaring in all directions.
As soon as the cold wind blew by, the screams disappeared, as if nothing happened. Wang Zhong frowned, thinking that nothing happened, but his eyes suddenly glanced south, and his heart suddenly jumped up! He only felt a chill all over his body.
In the dim starlight, white figures suddenly stretched out from the bushes in the south. Their faces were covered with disheveled hair. They were weightless and floating in the air without legs, just like ghosts!
There were eighteen of these ghost-like ghosts. They came with the cold wind and then scattered in all directions. They seemed to be searching for something. Apparently they had not found Wang Zhong yet.
Wang Zhong didn't know what these things were, so he had to wait and see. Suddenly, two ghosts gradually approached. After a pause, they seemed to smell the smell of strangers. They suddenly raised their heads and looked up the tree, meeting Wang Zhong's eyes.
That's right.
His vision was blurry, and Wang Zhong could not clearly see the faces of these ghosts. He could only see a pair of terrifying blood-red eyes, which met Wang Zhong's gaze. The two ghosts hesitated for a moment, and suddenly made a cry like a baby, lightning-like.
Jumping towards the tree.
Swish! Swish! Two rays of green light flashed, and the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword was launched. The two ghosts were cut open from the middle, and suddenly turned into white smoke and shrank into the ground, never to be seen again.
I heard the old demon from Heishan said that this Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword is specially designed to kill Yuanshen. Since these ghosts can float in the air contrary to common sense, they must not be physical bodies. They are equivalent to the manifestation of Yuanshen's essence. Wang Zhong struck with one blow.
Afterwards, it really worked.
"Good guy, no matter what kind of mountain spirits and ghosts these are, if you can kill them, that's the best!"
Killing the two ghosts at once, Wang Zhong turned around and jumped down from the tree. With a flick of his black robe, he spread the five fingers of his hands, the sword glow was vertical and horizontal, and the green light was swimming in the air, and he chopped the nearby ghost into white in one fell swoop.
Angry, he also burrowed underground.
The rest of the ghosts were searching for something when they suddenly saw a person jump out of the tree for no reason and chopped most of them to death in one go.
There is only one left.
The remaining one was obviously the leader. He was hit by a knife and only split into two halves, which were then closed in the middle.
When Wang Zhong saw it, he quickly slashed twice with his sword, but he only chopped the ghost into a ball of white air, instead of immediately burrowing into the ground like the others.
"There are some ways!" Ordinary people would naturally be afraid of these weird things, but Wang Zhong didn't have the word "fear" in his heart. Seeing this scene, he burst out laughing and used Xuanyin Heisha Capture, and his hand the size of a cattail leaf flew away.
He went out, grabbed the ghostly white air, squeezed it hard, and made a soft popping sound, and the white smoke dissipated.
When this black evil energy is condensed, it contains the essence of earth fire, which can also burn the soul.
Wang Zhong calmed down the black evil spirit, and his hand suddenly felt cold. He only felt something, smooth, round, and cold. Looking at it under the starlight, it turned out to be a gray bead the size of a thumb, which seemed to be ground from the bones of humans and animals.
Wang Zhong looked at it and his heart moved, and he quickly searched around. Sure enough, he found seventeen more such bone beads at the place where the ghost was chopped down, but they were obviously smaller than this one.
With this cross, I fell asleep and looked around. After a while, I didn't find any movement. "This place is a bit weird. Don't stay for a long time. It's all near Changbai Mountain. It's the territory of the old Black Mountain demon. How can there be such ghosts and ghosts?"
Something?" Wang Zhong thought for a while and simply continued on his way by the starlight.
The journey along the way turned out to be very normal, and nothing strange appeared until dawn.
After leaving Changbai Mountain, the weather was still good along the way. Wang Zhong still didn't understand what happened last night, so he had to play with the eighteen bone beads in his hand and found that there was a thin hole in the middle of each bead.
Wang Zhong took out two or three filaments from the baggage, twisted them into threads, strung them together, put them on his hands, and headed towards Hetuala in the smoke.
After another day of walking, Wang Zhong finally arrived at the city of Hetuala, the holy land of Jurchen in Manchuria, before dusk came.
This Hetuala city has a radius of ten miles, with earth and stone buildings, and a densely populated population. Most of them are black and shiny Jurchen warriors with big braids and arrogant Jurchen warriors. There is also no shortage of Han, Mongolian, and Korean people.
On the road outside the city, horses neighed, and Jurchen warriors often galloped past on horseback, kicking up billows of yellow dust.
When Wang Zhong entered the city, the last ray of sun had not yet set to the west. It stayed on the not-so-high city wall. It jumped and flickered and seemed to turn into a five-clawed golden dragon circling. Wang Zhong calmed down and looked again.
, the sun has completely fallen.
Somehow, Wang Zhong suddenly felt an inexplicable boredom in his heart.
Wang Zhong's clothes are fine, but his hair is different. Many people looked at him strangely. He looks like a Han, but the Han people have a legacy, "The hair and skin of the body are received by the parents and do not dare to damage them. This is the beginning of filial piety." How can this be said?
People with hair as short as one inch.
Wang Zhong ignored it, threw off his black robe, and went straight into the city. Feeling hungry, he found a rather tall restaurant with red walls and red tiles facing the street. He went up to the second floor and saw beef in sauce.
It was very spicy, so I quickly ordered a big bowl and started eating it.
Above this restaurant, there were many Mongolian men drinking and eating meat, making noisy noises. When they saw such a person suddenly coming up, they immediately stopped talking and looked towards Wang Zhong.
"Princess! Isn't this the Bone Demon Yin Mei Bead you lost last night?" A Mongolian man suddenly saw the bone chain on Wang Zhong's hand and shouted in Mongolian hastily.
Although Wang Zhong couldn't understand Mongolian, he was quiet at first. Suddenly he heard the voice was directed at him, so he turned around to look. He saw four or five strong Mongolian men opposite him with sharp swords across their waists. Among them.
A big man pointed at himself and spoke to a Mongolian woman in the center. The Mongolian woman also looked at him.
To be precise, this Mongolian woman must be a girl. She has two long braids tied with Dzi beads. She wears a large saffron coat with Sanskrit classics embroidered with gold thread on it. She has curved willow-leaf eyebrows and a beautiful nose.
She has a small mouth and a hibiscus-like face. Although she looks young, only thirteen or fourteen years old, she has a charm and maturity, but she is not as beautiful as Lu Na.
"Princess! I'll kill this barbarian and help you get the Bone Demon Yin Mei Bead back!" The Mongolian man was about to draw his knife. Wang Zhong ate a large piece of beef and looked at the Mongolian girl in the center carefully.
, seeing her clothes, she also knew that this girl’s identity was precious.
But the city of Hetuala will be turbulent tomorrow, and who will be there? Unless Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty appears here, Wang Zhong might be surprised.
"Batu! Don't do anything!" The Mongolian princess waved her hand and spoke in Mongolian. The Mongolian man named Batu quickly lowered his sword and sat down. The other Mongolian warriors stared at Wang Zhong closely, and there was a wave of excitement.
The fierce momentum was faintly oppressive.
"I'm afraid this girl's actual age is no younger than this, but she has such magnanimity, but she is not simple." Wang Zhonggang thought.
The Mongolian princess had stood up and walked up to her.
"Saibainu." The princess performed a Tibetan Buddhist etiquette and said hello in Mongolian. Then she asked, "Dear guest, I am Bumbutai from the Horqin tribe. Where are you from?"
He actually speaks fluent Chinese.
"I came down from Changbai Mountain." Wang Zhong saw the girl reported her name and felt that it sounded familiar.
"Then the bone chain in your hand was found on Changbai Mountain?" The Mongolian princess smiled and raised her eyebrows.
"Princess, it turned out to be a Han barbarian, what should I say to him? Such Han barbarians, I, the Batu and Jurchen brothers, cut off countless heads when they attacked the Ming Dynasty. Sooner or later, we in Mongolia will fight their way into the pass.
Let these barbarians be the dogs of our Mongols again!"
When Batu saw that Wang Zhong could understand Chinese, he pulled out his saber, licked his lips, and pressed forward. Several other Mongolian warriors also drew their sabers and surrounded him.
Not understanding what Batu was calling, Wang Zhong suddenly remembered something: "What is your name? Say it again?"
"My name is Bumbutai!" The Mongolian princess waved her hand to stop Batu and the others, "I lost this bone chain of yours, can you give it back to me?"
"Horqin tribe...Bumbutai! Bumubutai!" Wang Zhong read a few sentences, and was suddenly startled, "Mr. Borjijit! You are Xiaozhuang!"
When the Mongolian princess saw this man with strange hair and wearing black robes muttering her name, her eyes suddenly flashed with green light, and she instinctively felt a sense of danger.
I heard that there are thousands of years of ginseng in Changbai Mountain. Over time, it absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon. It is like a person refining the soul. It can transform the essence into a child and wander in the mountains. If it is caught and absorbs this essence,
It greatly nourishes the essence and can penetrate the two meridians of Ren and Du.
But this essence is extremely sensitive. If something goes wrong, it will burrow into the ground and be unable to catch it at all. So he brought the magic weapon of the tribe's great wizard, the Bone Demon Yin Mei Bead, which contained eighteen ghosts.
It has no quality and is wandering. It is best to search and capture it. But it was released last night, but it never came back. The secret method did not detect it. I sent people to search for a whole day but could not find it. Because the decisive battle between the old monsters in Montenegro tomorrow is not to be missed. It is a last resort.
I came in a hurry, but unexpectedly I saw Wang Zhong.
Although Bu Mu Butai is very young, he is extremely smart and is destined to be an extraordinary king. Not only does he want to get the magic weapon back, but he also wants to win over him.
"Princess!" Batu roared, and with a flash of lightning, the sword struck Wang Zhong on the neck.
As soon as Wang Zhong pressed the table, he used the "Soaring Snake to Wander the Sky" to rise up, jumped back, and barely escaped the knife. Bumbutai's body had been covered by five big Mongolian men, and he was surrounded from all sides at the same time.
Stop, and pounced over. Wang Zhong didn't have time to release the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword, and used the internal movement technique of "Sliding Loach Drilling into Mud" to insert into the gap between the five people. He printed an iron sand palm and touched hands with a big Mongolian man.
, the opponent was hit so hard that his wrist bone was broken and he flew backwards.
Turning his palm into claws, he passed over the throat of another big Mongolian man like a dragonfly touching water. Immediately, blood and flesh flew everywhere, his throat was scratched and cracked, he made two grunts, and he fell to the sky.
Wang Zhong killed both of them at once, squatted down, and crawled to the ground. He twisted his body like a snake, allowing Batu's sword to cut away.
Now Wang Zhong's hand-to-hand boxing and kicking skills are close to perfection. He has trained his muscles and bones horizontally and is very powerful. Although these people have some skills, they are no match for him.
"The old monster from Heishan said that the laws of heaven are running and maintaining a fixed destiny. If I kill the Queen Mother Xiaozhuang today, I would like to see how history evolves? Can it really be changed?"
This Mongolian princess Bumbutai was the famous Xiaozhuang in later times, the concubine of Huang Taiji, the mother of Shunzhi, and the grandmother of Kangxi. According to records, the historical trend has a lot to do with this woman.
Swish! Swish! Two or three Yin demon-slaying knives were used, and they killed another one. Only Batu was left and rushed over. Wang Zhong grabbed it with his hand, and the black evil spirit of Xuanyin flew out, and a ball of black evil energy enveloped Batu's face.
On the door, his whole body was suddenly covered in darkness, and he died of suffocation and poisoning.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Seeing that his bodyguard died instantly, Bumubutai didn't leave and didn't look scared. He looked at Wang Zhong with his eyes wide open and asked.
Wang Zhong's black robe fluttered, he laughed loudly, and stepped forward.