Two days later, we left the city in the north and arrived at the gate of Yizhuang.
The night is silent, the waning moon hangs high, soft as catkins, light as floating clouds, deep and shallow, if there is nothing.
Two figures stood under a big tree. They were An Jing and Luo Chongyang who came from Xuanqing Mountain.
"Cough cough cough..."
At this moment, An Jing's "Nameless Heart Sutra" is still running in his body, absorbing the spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and accumulating essence and blood.
Judging from this speed, it doesn't take the few years Luo Chongyang mentioned at all, it might be enough in half a year.
But half a year is also an extremely long time for Anjing.
Luo Chongyang's eyes flashed and he said: "When tomorrow is ugly, it is also the time when the yin energy is the strongest, so it is the best time to enter the cave."
An Dingding nodded, "Then let's just rest for a while in Yizhuang."
Just wait here for a day and a night.
Luo Chongyang took out a compass from his sleeve robe and said: "You enter Yizhuang first. Uncle Master, I will go check out the terrain of the cave. If I don't come back for a while, just remember to enter the cave when you are ugly."
An Jing asked: "How long does it take to see the terrain in a day?"
Luo Chongyang said matter-of-factly: "Of course, the terrain of this cave is complex, so I naturally have to help my nephew to explore it..."
With that said, Luo Chongyang walked away into the distance.
An Jing looked at the back and whispered to himself: "I'm afraid this old Taoist priest has some ideas."
Compared with Lou Xiangzhen's dull temperament, Luo Chongyang is more like an old naughty boy, and he has an ideal that transcends the world in his unrestrained and unrestrained heart.
In this world, everyone has their own agenda, and it is impossible to put yourself at the center of everything.
Luo Chongyang has his own purpose for coming to Beili volcano this time, and An Jing also has his own purpose. As long as the two do not violate each other and there is no conflict of interests, they can cooperate wholeheartedly.
An Jing turned around and walked towards Yizhuang.
This Yizhuang was originally a school established by a nearby clan. Later, for some reason, the entire clan moved away, leaving dozens of empty houses. The court did not demolish them to make it easier for travelers along the way.
, there is a place to stay.
Walking into the house, An Jing found a haystack and sat down, with the Suppressing Evil Sword in front of his knees.
It is introduced in the general outline of kendo that there are many types of kendo schools, but there are not many truly superior kendos. Among them, the Tiandao sword of Sixiang Sword Ancestor and the human Dao sword practiced by Lou Xiangzhen can be regarded as superior kendo.
Swordsmanship is a manifestation of a swordsman's spirit and spirit, so the more advanced a swordsman is, the more difficult it is to reach the sixth level.
As for the Kuai Jian Dao practiced by Yan Gang, it is not actually a superior sword Dao. There is also the prestigious Killing Sword Dao. These are not superior sword techniques. Most of the people in the world practice this kind of mediocre sword Dao.
From the beginning of his kendo practice, An Jing never thought about what kind of kendo he would practice. His mind was integrated with all things, so what he read most was the general outline of kendo.
Later, this kind of kendo was cleverly integrated, and its power surpassed that of the Heavenly Sword and the Human Sword. It was not recorded in the general outline of kendo. It was like a rootless duckweed that needed to be explored and understood by oneself.
An Jing touched the scabbard and began to think seriously in his mind.
At this moment, several rapid footsteps came from outside Yizhuang.
"Senior Brother Wu, we have traveled seventy miles, and we should have left Ning Cunzheng behind."
"Junior Sister Xu, there is no place to rest around, so we will just spend one night in this yizhuang today."
"Then let's spend one night here first."
I saw several young men and women walking in in a hurry, all looking a little panicked.
These people are all wearing white robes and have the same half-moon symbol on their chests. They are obviously disciples of the same sect.
The leader is a young man with a broad forehead and a pony-like face. His appearance is not handsome, it can even be said to be a little ugly. There is a girl next to him. The girl looks good, but she is not beautiful. There are several young men and women behind him.
For these two people, it was like stars holding the moon in their arms.
"Cough cough cough..."
Seeing the person coming, An Jing couldn't help but cough slightly.
"who!?"
One of the young women heard the sound, was startled and shouted.
The others also looked over as if they were facing a formidable enemy, raising their swords in their hands and following the sound.
I saw a man in black robe sitting cross-legged among the hay, coughing constantly.
When Wu Hao saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Junior Sister Xu, don't panic, it turns out he is a patient with tuberculosis."
Seeing this, Xu Wanling's heart returned to her stomach, "I was shocked. I thought Ning Cun was catching up."
Wu Hao laughed and said, "Forget it, let's make do here for the night. Junior Brother Zhang and Junior Brother Chen, you guys can make a fire and get some food."
"yes."
The two young men behind him heard this and quickly started to light a fire.
Xu Wanling looked at An Jing suspiciously, and she was slightly relieved when she saw the man in black robe lying on the haystack, still coughing. It didn't look like he was cheating.
The bonfire was raised, there was a crackling sound, and then several men and women began to chat quietly.
Wu Hao pondered for a moment and said: "We may have gotten rid of Ning Cunzheng, but fortunately we avoided this person, otherwise a disaster would have been imminent."
"Second Master Uncle died in his hands back then. Now that he has returned to Dayan, his cultivation is even more prosperous than before. We have the responsibility of being a master, so we must act carefully and we must not make any mistakes."
Xu Wanling frowned and said: "It is shameful for a dignified second-grade cultivator to seek refuge in the Suoming Mansion and become the Houjin's dog."
The other disciples on the side nodded repeatedly, with serious expressions on their faces.
Although the voices of these people were very low, An Jing, who was lying in the haystack, could still hear clearly: It turned out that these people were disciples of the Yixing Sect.
In the entire Dayan, except for the seven major sects, there are hundreds of sects, large and small, registered at the Ministry of Household Affairs.
The Yanxing Sect is somewhat famous in Yunhua Dao, but in the entire Dayan Jianghu, it can only be regarded as a second-rate sect. Its sect leader, Huang Tianhua, is in the second-level realm because he is good at charity and makes many friends.
The reputation is not small.
Listening to the conversation of those people, it turned out that the young man surnamed Wu and the woman surnamed Xu were Huang Tianhua's disciples, and they were also considered to be the leaders of the young generation of Yixing Sect.
Within a sect, there is a world.
Since his debut, Anjing has come into contact with so many arenas and lakes. Under this huge arena, there are countless smaller arenas and lakes.
"It seems that Dayan and Houjin will have a battle sooner or later. This Suoming Mansion should be a preparation for dealing with Dayan's martial arts masters."
An Jing listened to the conversation of several people and thought to himself.
He had naturally heard of this Suoming Mansion. It was an organization created by Hou Jin to win over Dayan, Zhao and other martial arts masters from various places. There seemed to be many masters in it.
Suddenly, Xu Wanling pointed at the man in black robe lying on the haystack in the distance and said, "Senior Brother Wu, why don't you bring him some dry food."
Seeing the man in black robe alone and coughing constantly, Xu Wanling felt a little sympathy in her heart.
"good."
Wu Hao nodded, then picked up some dry food and walked quickly to An Jing, "Friend, would you like to eat something? These are all high-quality dried meat."
An Jing got up and took the dried meat, "Ahem, okay, thank you."
"How pitiful."
Wu Hao couldn't help but shook his head when he saw An Jing looking like this.
He was so seriously ill and still lying alone in Yi Zhuang. He didn't know if he had a home and couldn't go back. Maybe he died after a while and there was no one to collect his body.
"Why."
Wu Hao returned to his fellow disciples and sighed.
Wu Hao shook his head and said: "It's okay, I just feel sorry for this chaotic world."
Anjing looked at the dried meat in his hand from a distance, and then tasted a piece. It tasted pretty good, much better than the noodles he brought.
Suddenly, he frowned and thought to himself: "Someone is coming again. There are two people in total. One is very close to the door, and the other is thirty feet away. The footsteps heard are not that of the old Taoist priest, and there is someone."
murderous intention"
On the other side, the people in Yanxingmen didn't realize that they had arrived outside Yizhuang. They were all cleaning up the place and getting ready to lie down and rest.
"I found you."
A cold voice sounded, echoing in Yizhuang.
I saw a middle-aged man holding a spear standing outside the door, with no trace of murderous intent hidden in his eyes.
"It's Ning Cunzheng!"
When Wu Hao saw the person coming, he felt like a bolt from the blue.
The other disciples of the Yixing Sect also turned pale. Unexpectedly, they hid all the way and were still caught up by the person in front of them.
Ning Cunzheng's lips twitched, revealing a sneer: "You little guys, hide, let me see where you can hide now."
Xu Wanling gritted her teeth and shouted coldly: "Ning Cunzheng, after all, you are also a senior of Dayan Jianghu. You can only bully the juniors. Moreover, you have taken refuge in the Suiming Mansion and become a dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy. It is really sad."
There was a hint of indifference and sarcasm in Ning Cunzheng's eyes, "What do you know about movies, you little girl? It's better to be alive wherever you are than to lie dead on the ground."
"I will smash your heads today, and then put them in front of Huang Tianhua and see how he reacts."
As he spoke, Ning Cunzheng waved the spear in his hand, and the gun air suddenly penetrated through him.
With his second-grade cultivation, it would be extremely easy to deal with the young people in front of him.
Even Xu Wanling and Wu Hao are only at the fifth level of cultivation.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
With just one stroke of gun air, all the disciples of the Yanxing Sect fell to the ground.
"Ning took your heads."
Ning Cunzheng's eyes were cold, and when he was about to raise the gun to kill, his brows suddenly furrowed.
He found that he seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body and hands seemed to be nailed to death, unable to move.
"Is there a ghost in this village?"
A trace of cold sweat appeared on Ning Cunzheng's forehead.
He had never encountered such a strange situation before.
Not only Ning Cunzheng, but also everyone in the Yanxing Sect found that they couldn't move at all.
Xu Wanling was also worried and asked: "Senior Brother Wu, what's going on? I can't move at all."
Wu Hao was also shocked, "I don't know either."
"Hahahahaha."
At this moment, a sound of laughter came from outside the door.
Following the laughter, I saw a woman in black walking in. The woman covered her veil and could not see clearly.
She sounds like she is in her thirties, but her figure is curvy, plump and attractive, and can easily seduce men.
Ning Cunzheng asked quickly: "Who are you?"
The woman ignored Ning Cunzheng, but looked at An Jing who was lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "It's true that you can't find anything after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get here."
An Jing was a little surprised and said, "Did you come to see me specially?"
The woman in black took out a piece of incense and said with a smile: "This is a stick of wormwood on the snow. It is colorless and odorless. As long as someone below the master level smells this stick of wormwood on the snow, their whole body will become weak, as if they have been cast on a body-immobilizing method.
And this effect can last as long as a stick of incense.”
An Jing said thoughtfully: "The person who can refine such a thing must be extraordinary."
A sprig of Artemisia on the snow, you can tell by its effects that it is very precious and rare, and it is certainly not easy to refine.
Obviously, the woman in black paid a heavy price for herself.
Moreover, there are not many people in the world who dare to come and cause trouble for me.
Ning Cunzheng said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, Ning is from Suoming Mansion. I don't know if..."
"Noisy!"
The woman in black raised her eyebrows, then waved her palm.
"boom!"
Powerful internal energy surged out from his palm, and then he slapped Ning Cunzheng's body hard, and only heard a bang.
The second-level cultivation Ning Cunzheng directly turned into a blood mist.
When everyone in Yanxingmen saw this scene, they were all frightened, as if they were petrified.
Wu Hao's face was extremely pale, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost burst out of his chest.
terrible!
It's really terrible!
A second-grade master, a second-grade cultivation master just now was slapped into blood mist with a palm. Who is this woman in black in front of me!?
He has seen masters kill people like butchering dogs, but this is the first time he has seen masters kill people like butchering dogs.
An Jing lay on the haystack and said with a smile: "If you want to kill me, can you let me be a sensible person?"
"Kill you, how can I be willing to kill you?"
A ray of light appeared in the eyes of the woman in black, and she said coquettishly: "It's too late for my sister to love you so much."
As she spoke, the woman in black stretched out her palm, and a powerful energy emerged from her palm and rushed toward An Jing. The energy was as soft as snow, as if it wanted to wrap An Jing.
But at the moment when the energy was about to touch An Jing, he suddenly encountered a burst of Zhiyang's true energy, and his internal energy immediately dissipated completely.
"not good!?"
The woman in black also reacted very quickly. She thought of something in an instant and quickly retreated towards the outside of Yizhuang.
"Sister, you want to leave now? Is it too late?"
An Jing chuckled lightly.
The woman in black was so fast that she almost disappeared from Yizhuang in the blink of an eye.
But An Jing was faster, and he disappeared without even blinking.
This is exactly the secret method of the master, shrinking the ground into an inch.
Suddenly, the entire Yizhuang became extremely quiet.
Wu Hao looked at the disappearing figure of the black-robed man, his lips trembling, "Zong... Grandmaster"
That 'sick man' is a master!
Just now, the legendary figure in the world was right in front of him, and he was under the same roof as him.
If it weren't for the woman in black, and the scene before him, even if he was beaten to death, he still wouldn't believe that the poor 'sick man' was actually a master.
"Senior Brother Wu, what kind of master are you? What are you talking about?"
Xu Wanling's mind was in confusion and she couldn't help but ask after hearing Wu Hao's words.
Wu Hao looked outside Yizhuang and said tremblingly: "That person is a master, that man in black robe lying on the ground.
He is a senior master."
"What!?"
Xu Wanling's face was full of astonishment and she couldn't help but lost her voice.
The Yixing Sect disciples on the side were shocked when they heard Wu Hao's words, and their eyes were full of disbelief.
There was a grandmaster just now, right in front of them, and they didn't even know?
My wife is actually the leader of the Demon Cult ttp: