When Bai Zhu and Xie Fanjing were about to go out, a beautiful woman timidly called him to the side.
After these few days of cultivation, the boy's face is still a little sickly and his breath is just like any other normal child.
Bai Shu later learned that the boy had been chewed by a living corpse.
With such an injury, shouldn't he die on the spot?
I don’t know what method Yang Shixuan used to bring the dying boy back to life. Maybe it was the true energy that could suppress the transformation into a living corpse, or maybe the heart of pills had another miraculous effect.
Bai Shu was quite curious about the pill heart. The moment the pill heart appeared in his body, the fire dragon surged and ran wild.
In the dark, Baizhu had a feeling that if he could swallow that pill heart, it would be of great benefit to the Red Dragon Heart Sutra.
But in that situation, Baizhu didn't dare to bet on whether Yang Shixuan still had a backup plan.
What's more, what I wanted to seize from the beginning to the end was the Sword Book.
Bai Shu touched the center of his eyebrows, his eyes focused.
That half of "The Book of Swordsmanship of Fei Shen Yuan" is indeed exquisite and unusual. This immortal method of flying swords thousands of miles to take people's heads is truly the first time among all the martial arts classics that Bai Shu has come into contact with so far.
It's just the first half, which only talks about how to choose divine iron, how to break it into a talisman, how to forge and nourish it...
As for the flying sword control techniques, they are all in the remaining half of the volume.
Bai Shu raised his eyes, and saw a timid and graceful woman looking timidly at him.
"Mrs. Yan." Bai Shu nodded slightly, "Do you have any advice?"
"I just hope that the young master will take care of himself."
The beautiful woman's eyes were filled with waves, and her voice was so charming that she was about to shed tears:
"I will have to rely on you in the future."
Bai Zhu raised the corners of his lips, but did not change his gaze: "I understand."
Ignoring the confused Tie Zhu who was standing aside, Baizhu and Xie Fanjing walked out of the underground.
The morning light was only dim, and the purple mist in the sky was still there.
"I do not like her."
After walking out of the underground, Xie Fanjing suddenly said dullly.
"Huh?" Bai Zhu pointed to the small basket on her back, "Someone else made this basket for you, why don't you like it?"
"I don't like it now."
Xie Fanjing put the small basket on the ground with some reluctance and looked up at Baizhu:
"Can you make one up for me?"
How can I fix this thing...
Bai Zhu frowned and was about to refuse when he saw Xie Fanjing's raised face full of expectation, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.
"Let me try."
He sighed and picked up the small basket that Xie Fanjing had put aside.
"Don't throw it away. I will still have to follow this when the time comes."
"Um!"
Xie Fanjing nodded vigorously.
Not long after, downstairs in Zangyue, Baizhu slowly stretched his body, letting his fist intention flow naturally around him, and formed a simple fist stance.
20. This seems to be a dividing line for Shenxiang Boxing. No matter how hard he tries, his gains are always minimal.
With the rapid depletion of energy and blood, the faint shadow of a divine elephant slowly solidified in the low air.
"so hard……"
He looked at the unchanged proficiency and sighed inwardly.
Not only the Divine Elephant Boxing, but also because Zangyuelou does not involve the essentials of Buddhism, there are only a few improvements in the Seven Steps of the Lotus.
"When will a senior monk come to give me initiation?"
Bai Shu looked at Qibu Shenglian and thought a lot: "With tears in my eyes, I took over his cultivation and became an eminent monk of the Buddhist sect. This seems to be a good idea."
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"After all, you are also an eminent monk of the Buddhist sect, and you have done something for the people of the world, so what?"
At the same time, not far from Fenyin, next to Zuo Zhao, the monk was earnestly persuading a man with long hair and oil all over his body.
The man was about thirty years old. Although he had long hair, he was wearing nondescript monk robes. He ignored the monk's words, hummed twice, and turned away.
The monk and his party were the same group that followed Du Shaozhi to Pingchuan County.
Originally, they were supposed to cross the Tongjiang River and return to Jiangbei according to Du Shaozhi's words. For some reason, they actually appeared in a small city not far from Fenyin.
"Wuhui!"
The monk suddenly shouted loudly, like a lion's roar, which startled even Zuo Zhao who was watching the excitement.
"Don't be so stern, come on, smile."
The monk, who is called a holy monk, puts his hands together and chants the Buddha's name.
"Your medicinal power is far superior to mine. Calling you out of the mountain gate also means to do your part for the common people in the world and for the Vajra Temple."
The monk spoke sincerely: "Even Uncle Shenzu was disturbed by the living corpse, how can you continue to sit in the meditation room peacefully?"
"I'm not in the Zen monastery on the mountain." Wuhui turned around and said frankly:
"I went to a brothel and had a good time, using the name of Kongji Temple on credit. When the girls heard about your name, they even gave me a 20% discount."
The monk was stunned when he heard this, his face gradually turned from white to green, and his forehead bulged high.
He put his trembling hands into the broad monk's robe, not knowing how to hold them for a moment.
"grown ups."
When Zuo Zhao listened with great interest, the black-armored soldiers bowed forward.
"All the living corpses in the small city have been killed, and the surviving living people in the city have also been resettled."
"oh."
Zuo Zhao turned around and responded casually.
"Where is the lung energy in this city? Has it been collected properly?" He narrowed his eyes, "The Lord in the court asked for it by name. This is related to the source of the epidemic, and neither you nor I can afford to be careless."
"The humble duty has been fulfilled."
The black-armored soldier lowered his body and asked, "Do you have any other orders, sir?"
"Then let's go to Fenyin according to the original plan."
Zuo Zhao looked at the small town that was still smoking black, and his tone was a bit mocking:
"Mr. Da really changed his orders day and night. He agreed that he would go to the south of the Yangtze River and I would go to the north of the Yangtze River. Before I could cross the Tongjiang River, he ordered me to turn back. It's hard work for you to run around with me."
How dare he respond to these words? The black-armored soldier just tried his best and bent his body again.
When Zuo Zhao was still about to speak, the monk suddenly turned around solemnly:
"Be cautious about this matter. If Mr. Da finds out about it, it will be another set of twists and turns."
The monk spoke sincerely:
"The capital of Ye is in the north of the Yangtze River. There is a king who is in charge. The chaos of the living corpses has been suppressed to a minimum. I am following the orders of the master, and Miss Yan and Brother Zuo are following the orders of the clan. The three of us are here. They say they are to eliminate the chaos, but in fact they are just sharing the profits.
A cup of merit.”
"Mr. Da sent me back to Jiangbei because he was very dissatisfied with Brother Zuo. Fortunately, the three of us finally came back."
When he said this, the monk was serious:
"It is not easy for us to lead an army alone and march into Songyang. Such a move requires a lot of effort even if we are behind the scenes and in front of Mr. Da.
There are quite a few other aristocratic families and sects who lead troops and share the merits with me.
Brother Zuo, you must not harbor resentment or resentment, because you will lose a big thing because of a small thing."
This statement was indeed made from the bottom of his heart, and the Zuo family in Danbei had a long-standing friendship with the Kongang Temple. Even though Zuo Zhao had a violent nature, he could only remain calm.
"I remember the words of the holy monk."
He waved his hand behind him and said, "Send the order and the entire army marches towards Fenyin!"
The black-armored soldiers received the order and retreated. Not long after, the marching horn sounded in the distance.
Heavy footsteps were heard in one continuous sound, and the armor was densely packed, shining blackly in the morning light.
Looking down from above, a powerful force of eight thousand people formed a line of blood, rising up high and turning into a battle flag that held up the sky, breaking away even a corner of the dense purple mist.
"After Fenyin's business is over and we return to Yedu," Zuo Zhao laughed at Wuhui, "I'll take you to find real fun!"
