In the blink of an eye, half a month passed, and Liu Qiao never went out again. He had been practicing in the Miao village and waiting.
The condition of hemiplegia is getting more and more serious. Now, one treatment with golden elixir can only take care of half a day.
Liu Qiao became more and more irritable and worried. A-Qing came here to chat with him every day.
However, Liu Qiao was worried about how to detoxify her. There was someone there who could take care of her, but she lived in someone else's place and couldn't explicitly evict them, so she could only deal with it in a perfunctory way.
A-Qing didn't care, she was just bored and wanted to learn more about the outside world through Liu Qiao.
Liu Qiao didn't talk to her, so she kept talking to herself. She had to tell Liu Qiao a lot of girly things every day, which made Liu Qiao never tire of it.
Until the end of the month, it was finally quiet all morning. However, just after noon, A-Qing came running over happily.
But this time, he brought Wu Xi with him.
"The Immortal is in the stronghold, how are you doing lately?" Wu Xi said politely.
Liu Qiao said politely: "It's a paradise, quiet and pleasant, it's very good."
"Haha, little girl A-Qing, you didn't disturb the immortal, did you?" Wu Xi said with a smile.
When Liu Qiao heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched and he replied with two words: "No..."
A-Qing hid behind Wu Xi and secretly made a face at Liu Qiao.
Wu Xi said: "There are still three days left. There will be a sacrificial meeting in Sijian Cave. I will take my disciple to attend the meeting. Will the immortal still go with us?"
Liu Qiao was overjoyed, finally hearing the good news, and said hurriedly: "If you don't mind the poor Taoist disturbing the noble sect's Dharma gathering, I just want to go and see it."
"Haha, don't bother me. In addition to Sanmiao, there are many Xi, barbarian wizards and experts from the Southern Xinjiang Immortal Family. They will also come to watch." Wu Xi said proudly.
Liu Qiao was then asked to pack his bags, and the three of them set off towards Gaizhu Mountain as it was still early in the day.
Since Wu Xi and A Qing had not yet mastered Taoism, they headed towards Gaizhu Mountain on foot, and Liu Qiao was not in a good position to go first with Dun Guang.
I had no choice but to follow the master and apprentice, climbing mountains and wading rivers, crossing mountains and ridges, heading towards Gaizhu Mountain, and exchanged spells with Wuxi during my free time along the way.
Wu Xi knew a lot about Si Jian's magic, but Nai He cherished it very much and was not willing to reveal it to anyone.
I only briefly talked about the legend of Sanmiao and the famous figures in Sijiandong.
After casually setting the stage for the atmosphere, Liu Qiao waited for the opportunity to ask: "When I was in the Central Plains, I heard that there was a master in Si Jian Mountain who could emit thousands of cold rays, but he could only use hair thin needles... I don't know if it is true..."
It is impossible to show the magic to others, but Wu Xi is still willing to talk about these legends. He immediately said proudly: "That is our Sijiandong Dharma, which is called the Five Calamity Needles. It is the special skill of the Baijie Ancestor..."
"Five calamity needles! What's so wonderful about it?" Liu Qiao was startled and asked seemingly casually.
If you guessed correctly, the hair needle you got is the Five Calamity Needles, and the old man in Caiyi is the ancestor of Baijie.
Wu Xi, however, avoided answering and only said: "The ancestor of Baijie is also known as Baizu Taoist. He has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years. He relies on this technique to dominate the world."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Liu Qiao felt depressed and had no intention of chatting anymore.
This walk, a mere three hundred miles, actually took several days.
The main thing is to stop and go along the way. As long as there is a village along the way, Wuxi will drop in to visit old friends.
There were also Miaoman wizards from other villages who joined the team, and they were just like Wu Xi. They were just mortals who knew the Dharma, leading their disciples and young people to participate in the Dharma assembly.
By the second night, there were already dozens of people traveling together, setting up camp in a valley to rest.
In the camp, several bonfires were lit. The older generation of wizards sat in a circle, and the younger generation sat in a circle, each having a heated discussion.
Liu Qiao, as a qi-refining person of the generation, of course cannot sit at the children's table, oh no... with the young people.
Following Wu Xi, several old wizards who had lost their hair and tattooed their faces were sitting in a group, eating meat over a fire and chatting.
"Tomorrow is a Jiazi sacrificial meeting. I wonder which young man has the best chance..." said a fat old man wearing huge earrings.
After everyone heard this and looked at the young people having fun in front of the bonfire, they were all sighing.
Although Liu Qiao heard about the sacrificial meeting, Wu Xi never said what the meeting was for. Taking this opportunity, he asked: "I wonder if this grand meeting of your religion is to worship the Holy Saint or..."
"What the immortal said is true, it is to worship the witch ancestor, but it is more than that..." Another wizard with white hair and blue face said.
His name was Wu Ju, and he had joined the team two days ago, so he was relatively familiar with Liu Qiao, so he explained.
Wu Xi also said: "Since the witch ancestor returned to the ruins and disappeared, every sixty years, sacrifices have been made to the Kailing Mausoleum and the witch ancestor's body has been invited. Each village has also sent the best descendants to come and select them, hoping to inherit the witch ancestor's mantle."
Wu Zu refers to Wu Xi, and Zushen refers to Shengyi.
Liu Qiao suddenly realized that the so-called sacrificial meeting was to open the coffin for autopsy, pay homage to the ancestral witch's mausoleum, and see if any young people were destined to receive the ancestral witch's inheritance.
Then he asked: "Then how to select the best juniors?"
Everyone laughed when they heard this, Wu Xi put it aside and said: "Tomorrow, the immortal will know..."
Wu Ju looked at A-Qing and others with hope in his eyes: "I hope my disciple will shine brightly tomorrow and win the title!"
"Haha, your disciple is stupid, but my nephew is more promising." Another wizard joked.
Wu Xi explained to Liu Qiao: "If you win the leader, you can join the great witch sect of Sijian Cave. The remaining top 100 can also learn witchcraft in Sijian Cave."
"So that's it..." Liu Qiao suddenly realized, and then he held up his hands and praised: "I see A-Qing's aura in her heart, her wisdom in her body, and her extraordinary skills. I hope to win the championship!"
In fact, Liu Qiao had no interest in any of this, and he didn't understand whether winning the first prize or not would mean anything to these barbaric wizards.
But this does not prevent Liu Qiao from saying some polite words.
Wu Xi looked happy when he heard this. The immortal praised A-Qing so much. Is there really hope?
Our line of wizards from Wutong Village (A-Qing’s village) is finally about to rise!
He felt happy, relieved and excited, and wanted Liu Qiao to say a few more pleasant words.
Then he saw Liu Qiao and said to Wu Ju: "Master Ju, your apprentice is extraordinary and his arm strength is extraordinary. Could he be a descendant of a god?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I saw him carrying his luggage, and he looked very much like the witch ancestor. He looked like an ancient god carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and he could still chase the wind and the moon. He would definitely win the witch ancestor title.
inherited!"
"Pfft..." When the innocent Wu Xi heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
But Wu Ju raised his head and looked at his old friends around him proudly. He seemed to say, "Look, the immortal in Zhongyuan has a good vision."
…
Early the next morning, everyone set off again. They didn't go very far, climbed over a mountain, and arrived at the foot of Gaizhu Mountain after about ten miles.
At the foot of the mountain, there were thousands of people, all dressed up in different styles, some with haircuts, some with tattoos, all dressed like wild beasts, and they all headed up the mountain.
These thousands of people are all wizards who know magic or have some secret skills. They are like apprentices. In the Central Plains, they are just like ordinary people.
With so many Taoist practitioners gathered at one time, it can indeed be called a grand gathering.
On the top of Gaizhu Mountain, ten 100-foot Dharma platforms were erected for these apprentices to take turns to identify medicines, refine poisons, compete in martial arts, etc.
From thousands of young people, the top ten will be selected to open the mausoleum to see the body of the witch ancestor. The top thirty will be accepted by Sijian Cave as the true lineage of the dharma.
The remaining top hundred can also worship in Sijian Cave, but they can only serve as handymen. In the future, when the wizards of the Miao village down the mountain grow old, they will go down the mountain to control a village to offer sacrifices and conquer the army, just like Wu Xi and others.
However, none of this has much to do with Liu Qiao.
The reason why I came with these people was just to avoid arousing suspicion.
As early as last night after the bonfire party, Liu Qiaozhen escaped from his side, leaving only a little spiritual light incarnation that could last for about three to five days.
The real person arrived at Gaizhu Mountain in advance, observed the situation in the mountain again, and waited for the opportunity.
But this time, Liu Qiao was much more cautious. He avoided the places where the ancestors of Sijiandong were practicing as they were far away.
He only uses the Five Elements Escape Technique to the extreme, hiding in the trees when encountering grass and hiding in ditches when encountering water, without daring to reveal the slightest breath.
In Gaizhu Mountain, the sacrificial meeting was in full swing, and more than ten great shamans (qigong masters) came out to worship the ancestral gods and witches first.
Then conduct a competition to select the next generation of rookies.
In Sijian Cave, in the back mountain, Liu Qiao rose up from the gutter.
This place is only a few miles away from the Qianshan Sacrificial Assembly, and I can faintly hear bursts of loud shouts and cheers. I don't know which disciple is winning again.
Liu Qiao was on alert while searching for traces of the tomb in the back mountain.
Although Si Jianshan Qi Master is currently focusing on the front of the mountain, Liu Qiao does not dare to neglect it at all.
This place is only a few miles away from the front mountain. For Qi practitioners, it is only a short distance away. If it is blocked by more than ten ancestors of Sijian Mountain, it will be difficult to escape despite the mysterious Jade Void Escape Technique.
"Gao Yi once said that he came here to search for the essence and blood of gods and demons, and the Yiling is located behind Baiman Mountain, under a stream..." Liu Qiao's thoughts flowed.
The gods and humans have been extinct for hundreds of years, and there are many heretics who come here to explore, hoping to find opportunities. When Gao Yi traveled around the world, he came here to explore for treasures.
However, Si Jianshan Qi Master discovered it quickly. Although Gao Yi had already entered the tomb, he could only sneak away in a hurry before he could search carefully.
Liu Qiao was a master of qi telescope. Yesterday, when he was observing from a hundred miles away, he saw seven or eight places in Gaizhu Mountain (Baiman Mountain) with steaming water.
If you come here today, you don’t need to search blindly. You just need to explore them one by one and you will know the basics.
After looking for two or three water pools, I saw an iron cable bridge about four to five feet long in front of me, with dense water underneath.
Liu Qiao knew he had found it without even looking. He looked around at everyone and jumped under the bridge.
"Puff..." There was a sound of water entering, and there was indeed a stream under the bridge, a pool about several feet wide.
According to what Gao Yi said and the news he has heard these days, the tomb of the godman Yi is at the bottom of the pool, hidden in the water two to three feet deep.
Just as he was about to dive down, he suddenly heard a loud shout from above: "Who is in that pool? If you move again, your body may be gone."
Liu Qiao turned around and saw an old-looking dwarf dressed as a child standing on the bridge.
"Qi Refiner!" Liu Qiao's pupils shrank. The dwarf on the bridge condensed his energy, and there was a slight light on the top. He was obviously a Qi Refiner.
But I don’t know how effective it is.
Just when he ignored it and dived down again, the dwarf shouted again: "Don't move, if you move again, your bones will be gone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Qiao felt a creeping feeling behind him. He turned around and saw a three-foot-long krait, as thin as a hemp rope, spitting out a message towards him.
The gleaming fangs were only a few feet away from his cheek.
"This great immortal belongs to Si Jianshan? Dare you ask me his name? It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Liu Qiao said with a smile.
Hearing this, the dwarf on the iron bridge looked down at Liu Qiao and said scornfully: "I'm Jin Huanjun, you are such a thief, and you still want to disturb my teacher. Don't you know that everything you do is under our noses?"
under…"
As expected, the bones of this god-man are not so easy to obtain, and they are being plotted to death.
Liu Qiao was frantically thinking of a solution, but with a humble smile on his face, he said: "Xiao Dao has little magic power, so he can't hide it from the Great Immortal, but I don't know what the Da Immortal is going to do with Xiao Dao?"
Jin Huanjun stretched out his hand and with a sudden suction force, he took off the treasure bag from Liu Qiao's waist and put it into his pocket without even looking at it.
Then he said: "I see you are honest, get up on your own, don't be too careful."
"Eh... ok!" Liu Qiao agreed.
Then he let out an ouch and kept flopping in the water, as if he was drowning.
Jin Huanjun all looked at it and sneered: "Stop pretending, be good and be punished. There are people in Taoism who are not good at water. If you don't come up, my ancestor will have to use force to ask you to come up..."
With the highly venomous snake crawling near his ear, Liu Qiao had no choice but to stop his performance and paddle towards the case.
It was just that Jin Huanjun was smiling, but he never noticed that the aura of Liu Qiao swimming towards the water was very weak, not even as good as that of a mortal.
However, by pretending to be drowning, the golden cicada managed to escape from its shell and secretly inspired the incarnation.
His true form escaped through the water, turned into a little light and escaped from the ditch in the pond, quietly hiding in the dark, preparing to take the opportunity to make a sneak attack, at least to get the treasure bag back.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Come out..." Jin Huanjun said while turning his head.
Liu Qiao, who was hiding in the ditch, was shocked. It was unscientific. He could not breathe without gasping for breath. He relied on refining fetal breath in one breath.
Moreover, water can wash away the smell on the body. Even if Jin Huanjun has the ability to smell the wind and smell like Chang Long, he wouldn't have discovered it so quickly.
Just as he was hesitating whether to go out and surrender, an old man in colorful clothes walked out from behind the rock on one side of the cable bridge. He was none other than Bai Zu Gong who had wounded Liu Qiao.
Liu Qiao couldn't help but sigh, as expected, those who have been practicing for more than hundreds of years are all old foxes, and none of them are simple.
Not only does the lion fight the rabbit with all his strength, but he also knows the way of "gou".
To deal with a defeated general who can't even withstand a single move, two masters of similar skill level have to be used.
And if there is light and darkness, it turns out that I have not lived hundreds of years in vain.
It's just that they didn't expect that Huang Ting's Taoist skills can be transformed into thousands of forms. This is a true immortal method, not something ordinary Qi practitioners can have.
As soon as Bai Zugong came out, he pointed at the incarnation of Liu Qiao and said: "Yes, it should be him!"
Bai Zugong looked at the incarnation and asked doubtfully: "If I guessed correctly, you should have been hit by my five calamity needles. Why are you still full of energy and agile?"
The Avatar pretended to be confused and said: "I ran away to the mountains, and an old woman used a needle to pick out the thorns, and then she blew on the injured area, and I was cured..."
His face was full of innocence, like a newbie who had just entered Taoism.
Bai Zugong and Jin Huanjun looked at each other, both half-believing and doubtful.
If you don't believe it, it is inevitable that these three mountains and five mountains are vast, and it is inevitable that there are some hermits and masters who can decipher the Taoism of Sijian Mountain.
If you believe it but still feel it is too absurd, then you have such good luck and you are not blessed by the Destiny Saint King or the Immortal Saint.
"Hmph...boy, if you commit suicide now, you can avoid the pain of soul refining and keep your body intact..." Jin Huanjun said quietly.
However, Liu Qiao's escape path was taken into consideration, unlike a scattered person. If he was a disciple of a great sect, it would be best to trick him into committing suicide.
Even if his teacher came to question him, Si Jianshan would still stand and reason.
Youli travels all over the world, and the same is true for Qigong practitioners. Although the great religion is great, it dominates the world.
But if it is reasonable, the thirty-six caves can barely connect with each other, and even the great sect can't do anything about it.