Chapter 293 Martial Arts Entering the Country (Second Update)
Walking?
Of course not!
The big man was speechless for a while and had no choice. The naughty boy's mind was really distracted, but he really couldn't afford to offend this little ancestor, so he could only hear the voice and reply:
"What is your identity? I have also heard about Yang Prison. Although you have become more famous in the past two years, you are not from a good background. I want to be your bodyguard, but you are still a little short of qualifications."
He answered seriously, and the information about Yang Prison emerged in his mind.
It is said that this person's file has been submitted to the imperial court a long time ago. If nothing unexpected happens, when the Qingzhou incident subsides, he will be a rising star who can enter the Jinyiwei headquarters!
If you accept him as a bodyguard, do you really think that Li Baihu at the Jinyiwei headquarters is a clay puppet?
Why don’t you capture the four great gods of Kyoto as protectors?!
"It doesn't matter, if I say he is qualified, then he is qualified!"
The little Taoist boy scratched his scalp, his eyes sparkling:
"I heard that he likes to behead people the most. I am in the capital, but I love going to the vegetable market to watch people beheading!"
"..."
The big man was speechless and choked.
"Why are not you talking?"
"..."
The Chinese was speechless, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer this little ancestor, so he could only talk to him:
"Little Master, I wonder how far you have learned the 'Book of Magical Talisman'? This mission is related to the 'Green Girl' and cannot be underestimated."
"I am no longer an eight or nine-year-old child. You can't even try to deceive me."
The little Taoist boy reacted quickly and his eyes widened.
"...You can try."
The big man was convinced. The older the little ancestor got, the harder it became to serve him. Fortunately, after answering, the little master no longer bothered him.
He replied proudly:
"I have learned everything from King Kong, Armor Breaking, Divine Movement, No Trace, Soul Seizing, Sending Soldiers, Soul Crushing, Wounding Thieves, and Killing Evils."
"Have you learned how to seize souls and kill evil?"
The big man's expression changed slightly.
The Talisman Book is the magical power of Taoist Yun Ni, the master of Fu Shui Temple, who is famous all over the world. There are thousands of talismans in it, all of which are terrifying in power.
However, there are thousands of talismans that are superior and inferior.
Seizing souls and slaying evil spirits can be classified into the upper three levels of talismans. The power of friction is extremely miraculous.
Master Miaomiao smiled slyly: "Why do you think they would allow me to come out?"
"You, you used the Soul Reaper on them?!"
The big man's expression changed drastically.
"Hehe. It's too late for you to react now!"
Master Miaomiao smiled leisurely and looked under the clouds:
"That's the Ape Crying Valley?"
Phew!
The white crane roared loudly, then retracted its wings and fell towards the mountains like an arrow from its string.
The big man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He was deceived thousands of miles away by such a child who was much younger than his own son. He wished he could slap himself on the spot.
But now that things have come to this, what can he do?
Take a hit from the Soul Reaper Talisman?
This naughty boy can really do it!
Whoosh!
The big man held his breath and urged his true agitation to resist the strong wind. In his sight, the towering mountains were already in front of him.
The Yuanming Valley is located in the most majestic mountain range in Deyang Prefecture. The peaks that are more than a thousand feet high are of unknown geometry and are extremely eye-catching. He will not be mistaken.
Suddenly, he heard a cry from beneath him.
"Big stupid cow, look there!"
The little Taoist boy exclaimed and pointed to the distant mountains.
Bai He was extremely fast and reacted even faster. When he heard the exclamation, he stopped diving instantly, spread his wings, and stopped firmly.
The big man was frightened by the exclamation, but he had no time to complain. He followed the little Taoist boy's instructions and looked.
When he saw it, his eyes suddenly froze.
The white crane swooped across the sky thousands of feet high.
From here, the mountains can be clearly seen.
Among the towering mountains, there is a peak that reaches straight into the sky like a sword, with clouds and mist surrounding it halfway up. It is very steep and precipitous.
At this time, there was a figure walking through it!
This person shuttles between the clouds and mist, with nothing to rely on and nothing to step on, but he can rise and fall without falling, sometimes turning around out of thin air, and his movements are free and fast.
Sometimes ups and downs, sometimes turning, a red robe rolls up the clouds and mist. At first glance, it looks like a red dragon soaring in the sea of clouds, which makes people moved.
If it weren't for the fact that the sword he held in his palm was not the legendary flying sword sword pill, he would have almost thought he was seeing the legendary immortal.
"Walking through the air?!"
The big man was shocked beyond words.
But the little Taoist boy reacted much faster than him. By the time he reacted, Baihe had already approached the sword-like mountain.
"not good!"
The big man's heart skipped a beat. That man was clearly practicing martial arts. If he rushed in like this, wouldn't he want to offend this master who looked like he was a big deal?
He wanted to stop it, but how could Bai He listen to him?
I could only watch the white crane approaching.
call!
In the clouds and mist, Yang Yu was walking in the air, and the True Gang was wandering between the skin of his muscles and bones, causing vomiting, as if every inch of his skin and every pore was exerting force.
He had nothing to rely on, but there were fallen leaves flying under his feet.
Although his Qinggong has been greatly improved after smelting the black stone into his body, it is still far from being able to move with the wind or walk in the air.
In fact, although there is a saying that traveling around the six voids, riding on the righteous energy of heaven and earth, and controlling the six qi, it is said that you can travel infinitely, but in the end, that is just a rumor.
None of the experienced Taoists he saw while refining the Liuxu Gong were far from reaching that level.
However, after smelting the black stone into his body, he was already close to the point where he could move with the wind and walk on the leaves. But when he thought about taking it a step further, relying solely on the energy of the wind was no longer enough.
However, through these days of practice, he has already captured the opportunity for a breakthrough in Qinggong. Not only that, the Four Symbols Arrow of God's Will is about to have a breakthrough as well.
These two martial arts have something in common.
In addition to these two martial arts, other martial arts have also made progress, especially the newly learned Qinglong Nine Kills, which has made the most rapid progress.
"The Four Symbols and Arrows of God's Will..."
With a thought in his heart, Yang Yu did not call out the Four Elephant Bow. Not only that, he also put the sword into its sheath, and immediately trampled on the fallen leaves, which moved with the wind and landed on a protrusion on the cliff.
Phew!
At this time, the long cry of the white crane sounded and echoed endlessly.
A huge white crane swooped down and came quickly.
Looking at the white crane, Yang Yu couldn't help but think of the red-eyed white crane that he captured alive. Unfortunately, that spiritual bird was too strong and no one could tame it.
To this day, he is still locked up in Qingzhou City.
Seeing the white crane at this time, I felt a little envious in my heart. With his archery skills, if he were matched with a flying bird, he would be able to conquer the world.
call!
During the strong wind, the white crane stopped in mid-air.
"What kind of martial arts are you doing?"
The little Taoist boy stood up, his eyes shining:
"Teach me, teach me!"
Yang Yu took a quick look, first he paused for a moment on the big man, then he fell on the little Taoist boy, his eyes narrowed:
"You are?"
The big man's martial arts were not bad, and he had a certain level of internal training, horizontal training, and Zhen Gang, but compared to this little Taoist boy, he was inferior.
This little Taoist boy who looked no more than eleven years old actually exuded an aura that made him feel a little dangerous.
It's not martial arts, and it doesn't seem to be any magic...
"talisman?!"
Yang Yu suddenly remembered what the aura on his body was.
This aura is very similar to the armor-breaking talisman Xu Wenji gave him when he killed Ji Longshan in Qingzhou Mansion!
"Don't get me wrong, we don't mean any harm."
The big man smiled bitterly and cupped his hands, his voice condensed through the strong wind:
"I'm at Fushui Temple, Niu San, this is my little Taoist priest, Miaomiao."
"It's Zhenren Miaomiao!"
The little Taoist boy corrected his title in dissatisfaction, coughed, and clasped his hands behind his back, pretending to be dignified:
"I am the master of Fu Shui Guanqing, the great master of this dynasty. I am my master!"
Taoist Yunni?
Yang Yu's heart moved.
After the horse stepped on the rivers and lakes, the martial arts world declined day by day, and the Buddhist and Taoist families were also severely damaged. However, when some people decline, others will naturally rise.
Fu Shui Temple is one of them.
The master of the temple, Taoist Yunni, is a master of the divine passage. He is a guest of the ministers of the court. He has won the trust of the emperor and can be said to be a high-ranking official.
He is vaguely known as the national teacher.
He is one of the most successful Taoists in the world.
Among the poor old Taoist priests at Moyunmen, this one was mentioned most often. Of course, there was a lot of disdain in their words, thinking that it was against the Taoist Qing cultivation.
"I'm asking you a question! Who is your last name? What kind of martial arts did you use before?"
Seeing that Yang Yu didn't reply, the little Taoist boy immediately stared and put his hands on his hips.
"What is my last name, what martial arts skills I use, and what does it have to do with you?"
Yang Yu replied calmly, but his heart moved.
Qi Gang said that the support from Longyuandao could be this little guy...
"Oh!"
Being blocked like this, the little Taoist boy suddenly became angry. He stretched out his hand and took out something from his arms:
"What kind of status do I have, can I take advantage of you? Teach me, and I'll trade this with you!"
Yang Yu took a closer look.
It was a dark wooden sword, half the size of a palm, with a matte and rough surface, and only a crooked rune carved on the sword.
"My little ancestor!"
Yang Yu didn't say anything, but Niu San was so frightened that he held his hand down and his body was trembling:
"You, how dare you take anything?!"
"No change."
Although Yang Yu was a little curious, he didn't want to get into this trouble. As soon as he took a step, he fell into the clouds and mist. He counted the points on the cliff and disappeared.
"Why are you stopping me!"
In the distance, Yang Prison could still hear the sound of the little Taoist priest jumping.
"I hope this little guy is not a helping hand sent by Long Yuandao..."
Yang Prison frowned secretly.
He has been in Yuanming Valley for nine days, and has experienced two riots in Yuanming Valley, and as he senses it, the black energy in Yuanming Valley has become stronger and stronger.
He guessed that it would not be long before Qingnu was born.
This little guy seems to have a lot of treasures and talismans on his body, but for such a big naughty kid, let alone helping, it would be a disservice.
Thought in his mind, he did not stop moving. Not long after, he had returned to the camp and saw many unfamiliar faces in the temporary camp.
Carriages were coming in and out, carrying boxes of thunderbolts and fire bombs.
From a distance, Yang Yu's eyes shrank.
On the hill, a man stands with his hands behind his hands, looking out over the valley. He is not tall and not strong, but just by looking at him, his breath seems to be heavier than the hills at his feet.