The shaking on the ground is getting stronger and stronger. Not far away, smoke and dust are everywhere, and the sand and rocks are shaking.
Chu Cheng looked over and saw dozens of carriages rushing towards this direction. Especially the leader, riding a fiery red horse, with four hooves tumbling, long mane flying, and the hooves never leaving the ground, running very fast.
After a while, the carriages approached, and the smoke dissipated, revealing the figure of the leader.
This man was about forty years old, with white hair on his temples, but he was full of energy and exuded a strong aura.
Chu Cheng stared at this middle-aged man with a stern look on his face. This middle-aged monk gave him the feeling that he was like a fierce tiger, as motionless as a mountain and as moving as thunder.
This person can't feel a trace of spiritual power fluctuations in his body, but he is extremely powerful. Not weaker than any Qi gathering monk!
"Martial arts innate perfection!" Chu Cheng's eyes flashed, a little surprised.
The innate martial arts corresponds to the Qi Gathering monk, and the Xiantian Dzogchen master is naturally comparable to the tenth level of Qi Gathering Dzogchen. Moreover, the Xiantian Dzogchen has touched a trace of the unity of heaven and man, and can fly in the air for a short time.
At this point, ordinary monks at the tenth level of Qi gathering are naturally no match for the innate masters of martial arts.
Those who are innate in martial arts can hold an official position in any country, and those who are perfect masters can be directly knighted.
Chu Cheng was a little surprised that he would meet an innate master in such a wilderness. This man's aura was a bit stronger than his grandfather Chu Ba, and he was the strongest among the innate masters he had ever met.
At this time, when the middle-aged man saw the corpses on the ground, he frowned and looked at the man in black covered in blood, showing his guard.
More than a hundred people behind the middle-aged man drew their weapons at this moment.
Chu Cheng looked at the people behind the middle-aged man and was surprised. There were actually more than a dozen innate masters, and the rest were all body-tempering warriors. These people would be a super powerful force in any country.
"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked, his brows widening.
Chu Cheng had a delicate appearance, his eyes were very clear, and there was no trace of murderous intent, but he was covered in blood.
The more powerful a master is, the calmer he is and will not reveal his murderous intent easily, because his murderous intent only appears at the moment before the opponent falls.
The middle-aged man looked at Chu Cheng calmly, but he did not let go of his guard at all. Instead, he became even more alert.
The swords in the hands of those corpses were all of middle grade or above. In the mortal world, they could be called peerless swords. Those who wielded such weapons must be peerless masters. But these dozen masters all fell in a pool of blood.
Among them, only this young man in black remained.
What does this mean? This means that these people were killed by the young man in black. This shows that this young man in black is very dangerous!
"I have met my friends!" Chu Cheng spoke, cupping his fists and saying, "I am a person from the Huang Kingdom, the grandson of Wu Linghou, Chu Cheng!"
"I have been traveling for several years, and today I met a group of monks who wanted to take away my family heirloom." Chu Cheng continued: "Of course I would not agree, so there was some dispute."
"Monk?" The middle-aged man frowned. Some warriors have always been looked down upon. Low-level monks only know a few spells and flying skills. In terms of close combat, they are still no match for warriors like them.
The middle-aged man looked at the swords and realized that only monks would have such good weapons.
When I saw the man in black again, he was covered in blood, and he was obviously seriously injured.
Facing more than a dozen monks, even a middle-aged man would not dare to make an enemy easily when meeting him alone. This is a sure-lost outcome!
The middle-aged man believed it to a certain extent and secretly thought that this young man was very powerful.
"It turns out he's a friend of Huang Guo. I'm glad to meet him!" Although the middle-aged man believed it somewhat, he was still a little suspicious.
The Huang Kingdom is considered a big country in Green Continent, but its aesthetics are really unflattering. Logically speaking, the people of the Huang Kingdom should all be fat and big-eared.
Seeing that the middle-aged man was still sizing him up, Chu Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to say: "A man once said something to me. He said that pigs are still useful when they are full, but what about you? Sour meat is boring.
It’s a pity to waste all your flesh like a pig.”
Chu Cheng paused and continued: "That day, I was so angry that I beat the man into a pig's head and vowed to change his body, so he became like this."
"Hahaha!" The people behind him also laughed when they heard this.
As a strong man, the middle-aged man would naturally not laugh at another strong man in front of him. He suppressed his smile and said, "Zhou is from Dashan Country. If my friends don't dislike it, how about we go on the road together?"
After the Dashan Kingdom is the Yi Kingdom, then the Bei Kingdom, and after passing the Bei Kingdom is the Huang Kingdom.
When the middle-aged man saw that Chu Cheng had been seriously injured and that his martial arts attainment had reached such a high level at such a young age, he began to cherish his talent.
"Thank you so much, Brother Zhou!" Chu Cheng clasped his fists in thanks. Now he is being chased by Qingzhou monks. He should be able to evade pursuit if he blends in with the crowd.
After he recovers from his injuries and advances to foundation building, unless the golden elixir is born, he will not be afraid of anyone! Even if he encounters a liquid condensation monk, he can escape.
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Four days later, the group traveled more than three thousand miles and were still about two thousand miles away from Dashan Kingdom.
At this time, Chu Cheng was sitting alone in a carriage with his eyes closed and breathing. After four days of training, his injuries had improved to some extent, and his strength had returned to 60% of his peak strength.
Although it is only 60%, it is enough for Chu Cheng to protect himself. The strength of 60% is enough to kill an ordinary foundation-building monk.
Now, Chu Cheng's cultivation has reached a saturation point, and he only needs the east wind.
As long as three days pass, the Taichu space will open again, and it will be the time for Chu Cheng to refine the Ji Dao Dan.
At that time, a Jidao existence will appear in Qingzhou Continent! Chu Cheng will enter the Jidao realm to build a foundation and become the strongest foundation-building monk throughout the ages!
"Hey!" A voice sounded outside the carriage, followed by the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground, and the entire convoy stopped.
"Huh!" Chu Cheng opened his eyes at this moment and exhaled a breath of dirty air.
"Sixty percent!" Chu Cheng smiled softly, turned around and opened the curtains, looking outside.
There are many stars in the sky, like pearls, embedded in the sky, as beautiful as a picture.
Chu Cheng was in a very happy mood. After many days of hunting, he finally had a moment of respite. In four days, most of his injuries had recovered.
During the four days I spent in this convoy, I encountered no resistance from the monks.
Two days ago, Chu Cheng felt a few late-stage Qi gathering auras searching for something, but they left quickly.
When the Qi Gathering monks saw that there were more than a dozen innate martial arts masters in the convoy, they were quite afraid and did not dare to investigate easily.
The carriage stopped, there was rustling outside, and the people began to prepare to light a fire.
After a while, white smoke floated outside, and the fire lit up the dark night.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the carriage. The footsteps were very light but very steady. Each step had the same frequency and the same sound.
The internal strength of this person must be very deep. Those powerful warriors and peerless masters of the Tongmai Realm have all reached the point where they can step on the snow without leaving a trace.
"Brother Chu! It's cold today, I'm afraid it's going to snow. Come out and have a cup of hot wine to warm yourself up." A middle-aged man shouted loudly outside the carriage.
Chu Cheng opened the curtain and raised his head slightly to look at the sky, which was dotted with stars.
Under the moonlight, the wind is cold and the snow is light. It is winter again and the end of the year.
"Thank you so much, Brother Zhou!" Chu Cheng clasped his fists in thanks and walked out of the carriage.
This middle-aged man's name is Zhou Wei, and it is said that he is the head of a bodyguard agency in Dashan. But these Chu Chengs naturally will not believe that a martial arts innate Dzogchen warrior is enough to be appointed an official and a general.
However, Chu Cheng was still grateful to Zhou Wei. In the past four days, Zhou Wei had taken good care of him.
In this world of intrigues, there are not many people who can do this to a stranger.
The goods they transported were also valuable, but they didn't take any precautions against Chu Cheng.
Whether they are too arrogant or have good intentions, this is a hidden crisis for them.
If Chu Cheng is that kind of ungrateful person, then when he recovers from his injuries, even with his current strength, he can kill all these more than a hundred people.
For this alone, Zhou Wei deserves to be grateful, because their help allowed Chu Cheng to escape several attacks.
At that time, Chu Cheng had not slept for many days, his body was covered with injuries, and he was almost exhausted. If he encountered a few more obstacles, he would probably die.
Chu Cheng got off the carriage, followed Zhou Wei, and walked towards the red fire.
The light snow fell from the sky, falling on the trees, the grass, and people.
Chu Cheng looked at the moonlight. The white snow was very clear under the moonlight, as if what was falling was not snow but starlight.
The wanderer has left his hometown for another winter. This winter is over and spring will come again. This new year is the fifth year since Chu Cheng left home.
I wonder how good the old man is? How white is his gray hair? How deep are the lines at the corners of his parents’ eyes?
Chu Cheng is homesick, missing his home in this world, his destination in this world...
He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the bright moon, filled with longing in his heart.
The bright moon is still there, and the stars are gathering towards Chu Cheng's body.
The bright moon in the sky, the distant stream, and the white earth all have stars floating in them.
Those star points rushed toward Chu Cheng's body at a speed invisible to the naked eye. His injuries also healed quickly in the light of these stars.
Watching the moonlight at night, it appears again after a year in this snow.
Chu Cheng's aura improved from a little bit to a sudden increase.