After coming out of the secret passage, Lin Tianheng judged the general direction based on the stars, and then rushed eastward.
On the way, Lin Tianheng met several snow wolves with white fur. He borrowed some blood from them and sprinkled it on the sheepskin. Writing slowly appeared on it. The first line was "Mingjiao Holy Fire Heart Technique: The Great Shift of the Universe."
Eleven words.
Seeing that the writing on it was in Chinese characters, Lin Tianheng couldn't help but nodded, thinking that if this technique were written in Persian, it would take a lot more effort.
"This Persian mental method really has some skills." Lin Tianheng said with emotion after reading the whole article. The method of luck in it is extremely complex and ingenious, and it has a miraculous effect on warriors under the master.
However, after a warrior breaks through to the master realm, cultivation will already involve the spiritual way. The control of energy and true power will be much more complicated than what is mentioned above, and then this technique will become extremely useless.
'However, it must be slightly improved and the standard of practice of this technique must be lowered, so that it can benefit more low-level disciples.' Lin Tianheng said secretly.
The method of practicing this skill is too complicated for Houtian realm warriors. It is extremely difficult to practice without the support of strong skills, and it is even easy to go crazy. If Lin Tianheng wants to promote it on a large scale, he must improve it.
Suddenly, Lin Tianheng's ears twitched slightly, he calmly put the sheepskin into his sleeve, and said calmly: "Since we are here, why don't you show up yet?"
"You old man, you have very good ears." As soon as Lin Tianheng finished speaking, a green figure flashed out from the bushes on the side. His speed was definitely the best in the world.
"Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao." Lin Tianheng said with certainty as he looked at the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks in front of him.
"That's right." Wei Yixiao breathed heavily and smiled reluctantly.
"Your footwork is quite good." Lin Tianheng praised it.
In fact, Lin Tianheng had discovered Wei Yixiao a long time ago, but at that time he just thought he was an ordinary disciple of the Ming Cult with an eccentric personality wandering around the mountain at night, so he didn't pay any attention to him. He really didn't expect that this person was actually Wei Yixiao, and that this guy could actually chase him.
He is indeed a person famous for his Qinggong.
"If you hadn't suddenly stopped to kill the wolf, I really wouldn't have been able to catch up with you. By the way, why did you kill the wolf?" Wei Yixiao said truthfully. Looking at the wolf corpse on the ground, he was really confused.
Lin Tianheng just smiled indifferently and had no intention of answering.
Seeing that Lin Tianheng didn't answer, Wei Yixiao said again: "Old man, how do you practice your Qing Gong? Everyone in the world says that I am the best in Qing Gong, but compared to you, I am far behind."
"Did you chase me so far just to ask me this question?" Lin Tianheng laughed. This guy actually has a bit of a talkative streak, "You are really a bat. You don't sleep at night and like to chase people?"
"Of course not." Wei Yixiao's face suddenly became serious, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, "I saw someone flying out from the direction of my teaching sanctuary, so naturally I wanted to catch up and ask for details. You sneak up to Guangmingding,
What’s the plot?!”
"But since you know that your kung fu is far inferior to mine, how dare you question me like this!" Lin Tianheng's eyes were focused, and his aura was overwhelming.
"I am one of the four great guardian Dharma kings of Mingjiao. It is my duty to protect Guangmingding. No matter how powerful you are, I will fight you!" Wei Yixiao took a step forward and said loudly.
"You have fulfilled your duties." Lin Tianheng's expression suddenly relaxed, and then his figure swayed and appeared beside Wei Yixiao as if teleporting.
Seeing such a strange scene, Wei Yixiao couldn't help but widen his eyes. Before he could make any other reaction, he was caught by Lin Tianheng with one move.
‘It’s bitter, the old bat is going to turn into a dead bat this time. Who is this old man? He doesn’t look like Master Zhang of Wudang.’ Wei Yixiao thought to himself, looking like he was waiting for death with his eyes closed.
"Don't worry, I won't take your life." As if he had seen through Wei Yixiao's mind, Lin Tianheng said with a smile, "I will even give you some benefits."
Before Wei Yixiao could think about the authenticity of what Lin Tianheng said, Lin Tianheng placed a palm on his back.
'It's so hot...' Wei Yixiao could only shout in his heart as he felt an incomparable scorching power pouring into his body like a river bursting its banks. His acupuncture points were pressed.
In just a few blinks of an eye, this extremely fierce energy swept through all the meridians in Wei Yixiao's body, and then disappeared without a trace.
Wei Yixiao hooked his fingers in confusion, and was surprised to find that the acupuncture points on his body had been unlocked.
Fearing that Lin Tianheng would do something bad to him, Wei Yixiao hurriedly checked his body, and then he was shocked. Lin Tianheng not only did not harm him, but actually cured the cold poison that had tortured him for many years.
Wei Yixiao made a mistake when he was practicing "Ice Sponge Palm" when he was young. Every time the cold poison broke out, he had to drink human blood to suppress it. But now he feels an indescribable sense of relaxation, and his whole body is warm.
Very comfortable.
"Thank you." Wei Yixiao has a clear distinction between love and hate. Since Lin Tianheng helped him heal his injury, he will naturally thank him, but if Lin Tianheng really wants to harm the Ming Cult, he will still fight Lin Tianheng desperately.
"I have no intention of being an enemy of you and the Ming Cult. I am here for a private matter, so you don't have to ask about it." Lin Tianheng said without any room for argument.
Wei Yixiao stared at Lin Tianheng warily, wondering whether his words were true or false.
Considering that the opponent could capture him with one move and also cured his old illness, Wei Yixiao couldn't help but believe Lin Tianheng's words.
"In a few days, a young man will go up to the Bright Dome. When the time comes, please ask the Bat King to take care of him." Lin Tianheng said.
Wei Yixiao, a die-hard loyalist of the Ming Cult, naturally left Lin Zifei as a support, and it was not in vain that he specially created a stream of Nine Yang Qi to cure his cold poison.
After that, Lin Tianheng didn't give Wei Yixiao another chance to speak, and disappeared from his sight in a flash.
"It's so fast!" Looking at the position where Lin Tianheng was standing just now, Wei Yixiao sighed in a low voice. Although it was not the first time he saw Lin Tianheng's illusory and electric movement, it was so shocking every time he saw it.
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After being stunned for a moment, Wei Yixiao turned around and returned to Guangmingding, but he kept thinking about the last words Lin Tianheng said in his heart.
"Someone will go to the Bright Summit. Who could he be? What does it have to do with this powerful old man? What would he do to go to the Bright Summit? Is it because of this person that the old man treated me?" The more Wei Yixiao thought about it, the more questions he asked.
The more you think about it, the more you give up thinking in the end and just wait for the soldiers to stop you and the water to cover you up.
At noon the next day, Lin Tianheng returned to Zhuwu Lianzhuang Village. While on the road, he simplified the "Great Shift of the Universe" mentality.
At this time, everything about Zhu Wu's chain village had fallen into Lin Zifei's control, and he even forced him to reveal the family martial arts of Zhu Changling and Wu Lie.
So much so that Lin Tianheng was stunned when he saw the "One Yang Finger" secret book presented by Lin Zifei. Unexpectedly, before he could take out the secret book in his arms, he had gained a skill first.
Lin Tianheng opened Yiyang Fingering and started reading. As the pages of the book continued to turn, his brows could not help but wrinkle.
Lin Zifei, who had been carefully watching Lin Tianheng, was inevitably a little flustered. He wondered if there was anything wrong with the secret book he presented. He even started to scold the damn Zhu Changling in his heart. Could it be that the bastard gave him a fake secret book?
After turning the last page, Lin Tianheng put the secret book on the table and shook his head in disappointment.
"Ancestor, is there anything wrong?" Lin Zifei asked in a low voice.
"It's okay." Lin Tianheng waved his hand and said, "This technique has been passed down and has gone out of shape. If the original version is still somewhat interesting, this one is really not interesting."
Hearing what Lin Tianheng said, Lin Zifei instantly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was not his fault.
In fact, Lin Tianheng had no hope in the martial arts passed down by the Zhu family, otherwise he would have personally asked Zhu Changling for the Yiyang Finger Technique.
After all, Zhu Ziliu's Yiyang Finger practice was not very good at that time, and he even called it a perfect combination of fingering and calligraphy, using pen instead of fingering. In fact, he didn't practice his fingering well enough, and used weapons to make up for his shortcomings.
Coupled with Zhu Changling's weak performance before, Lin Tianheng had already guessed such a situation. What really disappointed him was that a unique skill declined due to the unscrupulousness of future generations, and finally was lost.