Chapter 17 There should be nowhere to cry or laugh
Fighting with fists and swords, the color of heaven and earth changes.
The air burst out with ripples that were discernible to the naked eye, densely packed like cracking ice, emitting a harsh "crunching" sound wave. The mountain wall shook violently in the wild air currents, the cracks expanded rapidly, and streams of rainwater wrapped around the mud and rocks
It pours down from the top of the mountain, rises all the way along the slope, and merges into a gray mud river.
Qingfeng and Yan Jinglang faced each other with their eyes facing each other, and their momentum was tightly interlocked. Yan Jinglang was below, standing still, while Qingfeng leaped into the air, with his body flat, and the two sides maintained the same posture as when fists and swords were fighting.
"Boom!" There was a loud sound that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks. The entire slope a few feet away behind both sides broke and slid down. The rock wall on the mountainside shook suddenly and collapsed. The turbulent flow carried the gravel and fell like a waterfall.
Pressing down, Zhang Wujiu screamed and had nowhere to dodge. He fell into the mudslide and fell downwards, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Boom!" The ground shook and the mountains shook. Countless ravines collapsed along the slope. Some collapsed inward and some twisted and bulged. The mountains collapsed one after another, and rocks and mud flowed down wildly, sounding like thunder and smoke rising. The surroundings of the two people continued to collapse, and only about three feet of footing was left under Yan Qinglang's body, which looked like a solitary cliff, teetering on the edge of collapse.
"Fellow Taoist, this sword is truly a stroke of genius." Yan Chinglang suddenly spoke, his voice still clearly audible amidst the deafening landslide. The deep and vast void slowly shrank toward the center and disappeared into his fist. "Incarnate with the body.
The talisman is transformed into a talisman, and the body of the talisman changes with ingenuity. Today's battle, the Sa family has gained a lot."
The wooden hairpin slipped slowly from Qingfeng's bun, and his long hair spread out in mid-air. He looked at the mahogany talisman sword in his hand in a daze, with spots of blood splashing on it, like bright red tears.
The Shenxiao Sword Technique passed down by the Supreme Shenxiao Sect has never been something that a poor Taoist boy can expect. He can only rely on the simplest book "The True Interpretation of Talismans" to practice step by step, think step by step, and polish it step by step.
This talisman sword.
This is not the sword I want, but it is the only sword that belongs to me in the world.
A turbid teardrop quietly rolled down from the corner of Qingfeng's eye, and was carried away by the strong wind. The peach wood talisman sword was shattered inch by inch in the wind, and disappeared into ashes.
Mud and rocks fell like rain from above. Qingfeng fell backwards, fell into the torrent of mud and rocks, and was swept away in an instant.
"Boom!" Thunder and lightning roared in the night sky, making the surrounding area pale. The entire mountain fell apart and sank with a crash, stirring up dust and smoke that obscured the sky.
The earth shook violently, the ground squeezed and arched, and criss-crossed ravines were opened. A series of deafening roars sounded, and the surrounding peaks shook one after another, forming countless fan-shaped folds. The rapid rain and cement flow washed down, and large tracts of rock were
It poured down like an avalanche, one after another.
Yan Zhonglang jumped into the air, dodging the torrent of rocks and running away at high speed. Under the power of nature, which caused landslides and ground cracks, the Grand Master was unable to move forward and had to retreat temporarily.
"Boom, boom, boom -" The surroundings are as violent as an abyss, and the raging torrents are swallowing up mud, stone, grass and trees, like wild dragons rushing from all directions, forming a turbulent and wanton ocean!
Yan Jinglang suddenly caught a glimpse of a mountain torrent rushing past the corpse of a young novice monk. The corpse's eyes were tightly closed, and its little finger trembled vaguely. Yan Jinglang's heart moved, and he turned back, tapping his toes lightly on the water.
Stretching out his arms to pick up the little novice monk, he probed into a trace of turbid air and examined it secretly.
The little novice's heartbeat stopped and he could no longer breathe. However, his skin and flesh were warm and elastic, and his heart seemed to have a ray of life that was not extinguished. Yan Qinglang's eyes flashed, and he quickly took the little novice away, while at the same time his spiritual power radiated out in all directions.
Not long after, he turned around and caught up with the surging mountain torrent. The lower half of the python's body was floating and sinking with the waves. Yan Chinglang laughed, grabbed the python's body, and walked away.
An hour later, the young novice woke up quietly.
"Sneeze!" He opened his eyes, and the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils, and he couldn't help but sneeze.
The surroundings were dim and difficult to distinguish, sticky and wet, and the whole body seemed to be wrapped in a thick soft flesh cavity. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and when he brought it close to his eyes, it was full of blood. He couldn't help but scream in surprise.
Then a big hand dragged him out, and Yan Qinglang playfully flicked his bald head with his fingers: "The little monk has a big head, a big life, and a loud scream. Finally, the Sa family's hard work was not in vain."
The young novice monk raised his head and stared blankly at the bearded man in front of him. He touched his forehead for a while and said, "Is the young monk not dead? It turned out that the benefactor saved me." He clasped his hands together and bowed to thank, "Thank you so much, the benefactor.
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"The Sa family is just helping out, the real contribution is this beast." Yan Chinglang grinned and kicked the half of Yao Ni's python body next to his feet, "This beast is probably an ancient beast, with strong energy and blood.
It was so scary that the Sa family stuffed you into its belly to replenish its vitality. You were fascinated by the minions of the Yin Jiuyou White Tiger and the Seven Evil Swords, so that you faked your death. In fact, your injuries were not fatal." As for the Zhuo that he spent many years cultivating.
Qi repaired the other party's severely damaged meridians, but the internal organs were not mentioned at all.
The young novice asked eagerly: "Donor, what about my master, uncle and brothers?"
Yan Qinglang shook his head and told the story in a few words. The little novice monk had tears in his eyes and stared blankly into the distance. They were on a high hill, surrounded by floods, and they didn't know where the bodies of their brothers were.
Thinking of this, the little novice monk felt sad, knelt down and cried loudly.
Yan Chinglang shrugged and said, "Don't you monks claim that all four elements are empty? How can you behave like children?"
The young monk was stunned for a moment and wiped his tears: "The young monk has not practiced enough and cannot help but feel sad. The donor laughed at me." He sat down and silently recited a rebirth mantra. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Dare you ask the donor?
We, our group, were used as bait?"
Yan Chinglang was speechless. The little novice monk was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears. Yan Chinglang asked curiously: "What are you so happy about?"
The young novice monk said piously: "Since the Dao Sect has come to ambush us, then the other brothers can arrive at Yunhuang safely and promote the Dharma. The young monk is naturally happy in his heart."
Yan Chinglang was even more surprised: "Don't you have any resentment at all?"
The young monk put his palms together and smiled: "If I don't go to hell, who will? He is willing to sacrifice for Buddhism."
Yan Qinglang curled his lips: "You little bald man has a kind heart, but you just cry and laugh, and you don't look like a Buddhist!"
The little novice monk pondered for a while and said happily: "If I don't cry or laugh, am I still a human being? If there are no human beings, where will the Buddha be?"
Yan Qinglang clapped his hands and laughed: "Well said! Well said! You little monk is much more interesting than Dao An, the bald guy! Come on, come on, it's rare to meet a friend with an appetite. Sa's family invites you to eat meat!"
He grabbed the Yao Ni, tore open the colorful thick skin, dug out the internal organs, washed it a few times with the turbulent flow below, and then used his palm like a knife to cut the Yao Ni meat into thin slices.
Although Yao Ni's blood and internal organs smell fishy, the muscles are white and crystal clear, with colorful veins looming, and a strange fragrance. Yan Jinglang touches it with his palm, and the scorching turbid air comes out, and the meat slices are roasted in an instant.
A wonderful aroma suddenly spread all over the hills, rich and fragrant, sweet and tempting. It was not just the aroma of meat, but mixed with the fresh flavor of Ganoderma lucidum. Yan Chinglang couldn't help but move his index finger, and he picked up the meat slices with pleasure.
Chew and smack your tongue in admiration.
The little novice monk sniffed and sat still. Yan Qinglang looked at him and suddenly said: "The Sa family forgot that you monks are vegetarians. It's just a flash flood and there's nothing to eat nearby. Are you going to starve to death?"
Die?"
"But the sect's precepts..." The little novice scratched his head in embarrassment, and his stomach suddenly rumbled a few times. He smiled shyly, looked at Yao Ni's snow-white jade flesh, and hesitated for a long time.
Yan Qinglang shook his head: "Precepts are dead, but people are alive. You are too persistent, and you fall into the inferior position."
A flash of inspiration flashed in the young novice's clear eyes. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly clapped his hands and sang a verse:
"What's the point of being ruthless?
What's the point of nothing?
I can’t stop laughing and crying,
When a river goes, water will flow again."
He clasped his hands and smiled, grabbed a pile of meat slices, and wolfed down the meat. Yan Qinglang laughed loudly and joined in the fight for food. The two of them ate up thousands of kilograms of Yao meat like a storm. Yan Qinglang had profound skills.
It is not difficult to digest, and the young novice monk laid the strongest foundation of martial arts because Yan Jinglang used pure yang turbid energy to cleanse his marrow through the Yi Ching when he was healing his wounds.
"Little monk, what's your name?" Yan Chinglang swallowed the last piece of meat and patted his belly with satisfaction.
The young novice clasped his palms together: "The young monk's name is Huiyuan."
"I believe that in the Sa family, the name Huiyuan will definitely be resounding throughout the Eight Wastelands in the future!" Yan Chinglang smiled slightly, his eyes blazing. The meat of this ferocious beast is comparable to the best natural materials and earthly treasures. It has been reborn and has amazing effects. Huiyuan has
With this opportunity, the future is limitless.
It's a pity that the upper half of the body is more valuable, and I don't know which bastard is cheap.
The moment the hillside burst and the flood rolled up Zhikarizhen, he woke up from the "nothingness" of winter cicada hibernation.
A feeling of dizziness swept through his body and mind. His limbs were limp and weak, and his whole body seemed to be seriously ill, so weak that only an empty shell remained. The winter cicada hibernation technique consumed too much energy and blood, and the energy and blood replenished by eight times of hair removal and marrow washing were all used up, and he
The situation at this time is worse than when we left Bailing Mountain.
A wave hit fiercely, covering Zhikarizhen's head and face, and mud poured into his nostrils. Zhikarizhen choked a few mouthfuls, his whole body trembled with all his strength, and he switched to the Summer Cicada Breeding Technique.
Wisps of pure and turbid air were drawn from all directions, and were continuously inhaled into his body, gradually repairing the lost vitality. Zhikari Zhen suppressed the feeling of powerlessness in his whole body, and the spiritual waves in the sea of consciousness kept changing, and his physical body followed.
The mountain torrent moves turbulently, like a light fallen leaf, ups and downs, delicately balanced in the rapid waves.
The mountain torrent rolled up Zhikarizhen, all the way around the mountain slopes, and rushed north. I don't know how long it took, the momentum of the heavy rain began to decrease, and the torrent gradually slowed down. A touch of fish belly white oozed from the dark sky, and the mountains and forests on both sides of the flood slowly gradually
A vague outline of green color emerges.
Suddenly, Zhikari felt a large amount of clear and turbid air coming from the northwest. It was powerful and thick, replenishing vitality, and was like the breath of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. He hesitated for a moment, suddenly broke out of the torrent, and grabbed hold of the shore.
The old tree's Qi roots climbed up with all its strength.
Zhikarizhen took a moment to catch his breath, and while using the Summer Cicada Breeding Technique, he walked in that direction. The surrounding trees were lush and covered with vines, and occasionally he heard one or two crisp bird songs coming from the dense branches and leaves above. p>
Ahead, the clear and turbid air became more and more intense. Zhi Shou felt as if he were drinking mellow wine, and a warm breath came from his insides. Before he had gone far, he saw the huge and ferocious lion head of Yao Ni in the grass.
A dozen pairs of green eyes suddenly turned around and stared at Shikari Makoto, their fangs drooling and they let out a low growl.