Long Ying resolutely held the two ancient volumes of "Tao Heart Planting Demon**" in both hands, put them into the blazing firewood of the stove, and watched the volumes curl, zoom, and instantly
It turned into flying ashes. The heat wave hitting his face and the smell of smoke gave him a strange feeling that he was born in this moment and his past disappeared with the fire.
Start all over again.
Returning to the small hall with only a few simple pieces of furniture, he put the small baggage he had prepared on his back. With an extremely relaxed mood, he leisurely stepped out of the small stone house in the deserted valley where he had lived alone for exactly five years. The smell of burning was still filling the room.
Nasal cavity. Say goodbye to this place, and he will never come back. The world is so big, find a good place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, forget everything that has happened, and make money to support yourself based on your knowledge and knowledge of the books in the Holy Emperor's Mansion.
I have a beautiful wife and a beautiful concubine, and have a family and a career. As for the mental martial arts in "Tao Xin Zhong Demon **", I think I can't learn them anymore. How can there be such a frightening martial arts training method?
What's more, the sixth chapter is missing among the twelve chapters.
The sun was shining brightly outside the house, and the beautiful desert valley was as quiet as every morning in the past five years. At this moment, a strong and unexplainable sense of crisis arose in my heart. For ordinary people, they might have thought it was suspicion, but nothing happened. Long Ying
But knowing that it was his own undeveloped demon species that was sending him the sternest warning, he looked up suddenly.
A black spot quickly expanded in his field of vision, and flew down towards where he was standing in a graceful manner. It turned out to be a giant eagle with two wings stretching six feet. It flew close to about a hundred feet above, and suddenly fluttered its wings again.
Look at the valley mouth and fly away.
It was as if Longying had woken up from an intoxicating dream and returned to the cold and ruthless reality, knowing that bad luck was coming and there was no escape. How could it be such a coincidence? Wouldn't it be okay to leave a day earlier?
Thinking this way, he knew that leaving early and leaving late would not make any difference. Once the other party grasps his existence, how far can he slip away? His enemy is not only the entire so-called righteous martial arts world, but also the emperor's son.
It depends on her appearance and behavior. Wu Zhao, who holds the power of life and death in the world, where can he escape to?
He was also surprised that even under such circumstances, he was still as calm as Gen, without fear or fear. Of course, he had to use his brains. Although he had never slackened off and strived for self-improvement in the past twenty years, he had never enjoyed life as he pleased. How could he be willing to do so?
He died so young? He couldn't escape. He didn't know whether he was his master or not, but Saint Emperor Du Ao and his senior brothers still ended up being captured one by one under conditions that were a hundred times better than their current situation.
Otherwise, I would not have waited here for five years without seeing half of them. Just now, I had to burn the secret scroll according to Lao Du's farewell order.
Longying returned to the house, first put the clothes, food and supplies in the bag back to their original places with the fastest possible method, and boiled water on the stove to hide the real reason for the fire. Then he walked into the bedroom and lay down on the only stone bed.
By operating the skills, the hard-won and extremely pure internal energy will be dispersed.
He had always wanted to do it but didn't dare to do it. The first major difficulty in cultivating Taoism was to have the inner demon. In such a situation where he had no choice, it finally happened.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The doors and windows were shattered at the same time. Longying endured the pain that came from the depths of his bone marrow after dispersing his martial arts. He closed his eyes and the sword energy rushed into his body. Although he had just lost his martial arts, the demonic species was as described in the ancient scrolls.
He is no longer fettered by the authentic vitality of Taoist cultivators, but has become more sharp. He can sense the changes in the opponent's sword energy and hide the changes. He has reached the point where he can send and receive swordsmanship from the heart. He is no less than the Holy Emperor Du Ao. He has changed his skills.
If I were still alive, I would definitely not be able to defeat him in ten moves alone. Such a master is rare in the world.
The attacker suddenly made a "huh" sound and withdrew his sword. The tip of the sword touched him lying on the bed more than ten times in an instant. Each stroke was very measured. It would only make the blood flow sluggish and not hurt his meridians. Again. He yelled: "Stop! He's just an ordinary person who doesn't understand martial arts."
The sound of the wind rushing through the house instantly subsided, indicating that all those who entered the house were masters.
Long Ying couldn't resist his curiosity, opened his eyes, and met the opponent face to face. He expected to see a master of similar age to Du Ao, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a young swordsman only two or three years older than him. He Standing next to the bed, his deep and unpredictable eyes are looking down at him with an apologetic look. This man is handsome and majestic, and has an indescribable temperament. He is like an arrogant, free and easy poet and celebrity who accidentally wears a sword. Put on a samurai uniform for fun.
Long Ying didn't have a chance to take another look, so he was grabbed from the bed, and someone put a black cloth bag over it. Suddenly, his vision went dark, and he was taken to the hall, where he was forced to kneel in the center, and his hands were cut behind his back. Behind his back, something like thick beef tendon was tied firmly, and his feet felt the same. Then his body felt light, and the acupuncture points that had been restrained returned to smoothness. Long Ying was stunned. This young master pressed the acupoints skillfully and accurately at the right time. It was more than he expected. Suddenly, he changed from a free and happy man to a prisoner.
No one spoke, and it was unnaturally quiet, with only the sound of searching.
"Princess Taiping has arrived!" This call was sung with a bit of exaggeration in a strange and sinister tone, which was so incongruous with the barren mountains and poor valleys. Kneeling sounds could be heard everywhere.
A sweet voice that was a little unscrupulous but also seductively said: "Fat father-in-law, it's true, this is not the inner garden of the palace, and there is no etiquette for monarchs and ministers. Mr. Feng, General Qiu, you all are equal."
Long Ying recognized the voice of the young swordsman and said, "If the princess has no other instructions, please go to court and ask for permission to rush back to the north immediately because there are some trivial matters that need to be dealt with urgently."
Princess Taiping let out an intoxicating chuckle and said happily: "It shouldn't be a trivial matter that allows our great hero who killed the evil emperor Du Ao in the battle at the mouth of the Yangtze River to rush back to deal with it. This palace understands that the young master feels uncomfortable because of his overestimation of talents. .”
Mr. Feng said hurriedly: "How dare you go to court!"
Conjecture is one thing, fact is another. Hearing that Du Ao was tragically intercepted and killed, and fell into the hands of such a young swordsman, and his reputation was lost, Long Ying couldn't help but feel sad. He felt sorry for him. It's a rare emotion.
Princess Taiping continued: "Since the Holy Spirit made a great wish before the death of the late emperor, vowing to uproot the rebellion of the demon sect that has caused harm to our Central Plains for many years since the Han Dynasty, the demon sect of its sect has been taken back to the imperial court and burned. The ancestors were worshiped and the demon hunting operation was in full swing. Today, the important figures of the demon sect have been killed one by one, and nine of the ten volumes of demon strategy have been obtained, leaving only the "Tao Xin Demon Seed", which can be regarded as a full success. Because the matter is so important. , and time is tight, and I am afraid that I will be a step too late, so that this man can escape far away. At that time, he must use the sharp eyes of the young master to love eagles and the young master's unparalleled pursuit skills. Just like the battle in Haikou, Du Ao fought his way out of the siege. Afterwards, it was still difficult to escape Young Master’s interception.”
Feng Guoting said calmly: "Princess compliments."
Princess Taiping said: "Now that the important matter has been decided, I will handle it here. I wish you a good journey."
The wind passed through the court to express gratitude and leave.
Then Princess Taiping muttered word by word like she was talking to herself: "He really doesn't understand martial arts?"
Listening to her tone, he knew that she was frowning and thinking hard, confused. Long Ying wondered what was so strange. Lao Du taught him the Taoist Qi training method, but he did it in secret without telling other disciples. Everything related to him Without asking, I knew that it was not because of torture from Lao Du, so I should think that he is not familiar with martial arts. I couldn't help but feel that it was very inappropriate.
A fat hand pressed the cloth on his Tianling Cap, and it instantly turned from warm to cold. At first, he didn't feel anything. Suddenly, all the meridians in his body were filled with delicate and soft energy. The fat father-in-law's voice A voice beside him said: "Weird! It's really strange!"
Princess Taiping's voice turned cold and said: "Back off!"
Someone shouted: "Princess has an order! Everyone get out of the house!"
Everyone else in the house had left, leaving only Princess Taiping, the fat father-in-law, and the man who should be General Qiu.
The fat father-in-law took back his fat hand and said: "General Qiu, please go outside the house to monitor the princess. No one is allowed to step within a hundred feet of the house."
General Qiu was obviously shocked. He didn't expect that given his status, he would be expelled a hundred feet away from the house, where he could not be heard from. But he had no choice but to leave.
Just look at the fat father-in-law and make his own decisions without asking the princess for instructions. He knows that not only does he understand the princess's intentions, but he also has great authority. He is not just a slave who follows the master. Based on his ability to search and explore the dragon eagle's connections just now, the terrifying aspect of this fat man's martial arts is, It shouldn't be much inferior to Feng Guoting.
The feeling that Long Ying was inappropriate was even stronger.
The hooded bag was finally taken off. Long Ying opened his eyes fiercely, and the stimulation from darkness to light made him unable to see anything for a moment. Rumor has it that Princess Taiping is a famous and outstanding beauty in China, but now she is a low-ranking official. He is a prisoner, but if he can see his beautiful face, it will finally be compensation. He is such a person, born free and easy, and can be used as a cover when the sky falls.
When the objects in front of me returned to clarity, I couldn't help but be disappointed. Princess Taiping was sitting in front of him in the durian wood chair made by him, her face covered with black gauze. A short, fat man with a face like a full moon, all the facial features squeezed to the center of his face, stood leisurely and contentedly Beside her, she was looking at him with a smile.
However, even though her beautiful face was sparingly covered up, this woman's extremely alluring and thought-provoking figure cannot be overshadowed by a piece of black gauze. The tight-fitting night clothes fully showed off her exquisite and graceful lines.
The fat father-in-law said with a sly smile: "Hey! Princess! Du Ao's vision is really good. He can only see Xu Guangjing for five years. He is so tall and strong, with a strange appearance, and his eyes are as smart as God, even in the current situation, you still have no fear, but your face looks a little worse. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Princess Taiping did not answer him, but said to Long Ying: "Your name is Xiao Pu! Right?"
Long Ying coughed dryly, cleared his throat and said, "Princess Mingjian, that was my old nickname. I couldn't sleep well last night because I was thinking about a new name. Hey! My name is Long Ying now."
The fat father-in-law was surprised and said: "You can still talk in such a situation. Are you really not afraid?";
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