Chapter 125 Daotai Sword Heart Buddhist Banner

Taoist Mu was led into the hall, and Zhou Yi introduced the two sides.

The white-browed Taoist Chen Changgong, Song Yinzi, and the two brothers Ji Xun and Ji Shou, all four of them are related to the Taoist tradition of Louguan Taoism.

Taoist Mu looked unkempt, so Zhou Yi introduced him to the others, saying that he inherited the Quan Xing Dao from the Western Han Dynasty and governed the human world of Zhuangzi.

It is also said that he traveled around the world and performed many heroic deeds to eliminate evil.

In this way, he appears to be unconstrained by external factors and his true nature is revealed.

He greeted all his friends, especially the two friends from Songshan, who seemed to be more friendly towards Master Mu.

The Ji brothers also studied Laozi and Zhuangzi, and were well versed in the principles of the human world.

But the treatment is not deep, like Mu Dao Ren, who is influenced by the Tao at his feet, and can pass through the mundane world without losing his original heart.

As a fellow practitioner, especially those who meditate in the mountains, it is inevitable that we have some admiration for him.

People like this who practice Taoism are unique and don't have many friends.

However, Taoist Mu seemed to be very familiar with Zhou Yi.

When Nanyang was in trouble, he came all the way to help.

First, we can see the friendship of Mu Dao Ren, and second, we can see the popularity of the temple master.

At lunchtime, Yang Zhen, Fan Naitang, Meng Degong and Su Yun were all present, as well as old man Lu Chong from the Tiankui sect.

The four members of the Nanyang Gang and Lu Chong all felt that this banquet was too special.

It's something I've never seen before.

It was unimaginable to see so many Taoist masters at once.

During a banquet, sometimes several people have no chance to get a word in.

After all, what the old Taoists talked about was quite different from the affairs of the martial arts world.

For example, Ji Xun from Songshan talked about the caves in Songshan and mentioned Cheng Gongxing, saying that he was not only good at Taoism but also understood arithmetic, and taught Kou Qianzhi, the son of the prefect of Donglai in the Former Qin Dynasty, the "Zhou Bi Suanjing".

As a result, the two of them lived in seclusion in Songshan together, and they had successors.

The successor first went to look for Ning Sanren, but he did not get along well with the Buddhists, so he went to Bashu to look for Yuan Tiangang.

His tone was a little regretful, perhaps because he couldn't come to Nanyang with us.

The Taoist priest with white eyebrows knew more, and he started talking about Zuo Ci, Li A, Yin Changsheng and other figures from the Han Dynasty.

At this time, Yang Zhen, Lu Chong and others saw another side of a certain temple master.

Whenever the old Taoists mentioned these characters, he could always recite some scriptures.

The "Taiqing Shendan Jing" and "Jiuding Dan Jing" are related to several figures in the Han Dynasty, and the "Zhenling Weiye Tu" is also mentioned.

Although he was the youngest among the Taoists present, his knowledge of the classics was vast and profound, and his profound knowledge was clearly revealed.

The old Taoists were all happy, and regardless of their age, they all followed him as the leader.

Yang Zhen watched silently, praising in his heart.

He has to be a Taoist priest.

Thinking about the situation in Nanyang, I felt much more at ease. It seemed that these Taoist masters who were seeking peace and tranquility were giving their full support.

During the banquet, Taoist Mu talked about Zhuangzi with Ji Xun of Songshan.

Mu Daoren came out of the Ryukyu ironworks, got rid of the boiler room, and got rid of the three dragons.

At this time, he was in high spirits and began to practice the frost and cold method in the human world.

Lu Wuxia and Ying Yu, who were standing guard outside and came with Old Man Lu Chong, were stunned.

I saw a lot of ice cubes everywhere in the hall. The cold method melted the ice, and the ice mist was extremely thick. It rolled around and immediately floated around the banquet table, wrapping around everyone's calves.

From the outside, it looked like everyone was having a banquet sitting on the clouds.

There are also Taoists discussing their teachings and heavenly masters lecturing on scriptures, creating an atmosphere of immortality.

The Nanyang Gang seemed to have become a paradise.

Lu Wuxia and Ying Yu kept exchanging glances, and from time to time they looked at old man Lu Chong of the Tiankui Sect.

Some time ago, Master always looked worried.

Now he had a smile on his face, and all the depression on his face had disappeared.

One could even hear Lu Chong asking the Taoist Changmei about Taoism, and he seemed to be very interested.

The two had a strange illusion that the "Tiankui Sect" was going to become the "Tiankui Taoist Temple".

After the banquet, they chatted for a while.

Then Yang Zhen, Lu Chong and Song Yinzi Chen Changgong spoke.

Zhou Yi went to Chen Laomou again. Mu Dao Ren also wanted to find out some things, so he went with him.

Zhou Yi learned about the current situation of the Three Dragons of Yangzhou from Mu Dao Ren.

"They went to the Dongming Sect, and this time they went out to sea, a war broke out again?"

"How could it be false?"

Taoist Mu seemed to see through everything. "I knew this voyage wouldn't go smoothly. The Dongming Sect couldn't recognize those three unlucky dragons, so how could I not know that? I'll be ready as soon as I get on board."

"When a great battle broke out at sea, I grabbed some driftwood and jumped into the sea to escape, swimming far away towards the shore."

"Where is Sanlong?" Zhou Yi asked with concern.

"Maybe they went to Goguryeo, or maybe they returned to the Dongming Sect. Before the war, there were people from the Haisha Gang, as well as Goguryeo's Grandmaster Jin Zhengzong and Fu Cailin's disciples."

Mu Dao Ren escaped early and was not very clear:

"Don't worry, they are very lucky and have practiced the longevity secrets very well."

Thinking about it, Zhou Yi smiled and asked, "How did you spend your time in Dongming Sect?"

"How did you get by?"

Taoist Mu was reluctant to talk, but seeing his curiosity, he managed to say two words: "Blacksmithing."

"ah??"

Thinking of the four men forging iron, Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh: "This is the first time I've heard that you can forge iron. Are you trying to pass yourself off as the real thing and ruin the reputation of the Dongming Sect?"

"Don't underestimate people."

Taoist Mu folded his arms, feeling confident:

"I, the Taoist priest, have devoted my heart and soul to blacksmithing and have mastered the Heavenly Frost Iron Tempering Method. I have forged several precious cold iron blades that can be called divine weapons!"

"Martial artists are hard to come by. But I don't want to stay in the Dongming Sect any longer, otherwise the Sect Master would have asked me to be the Swordsmith Master."

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you understand the principle of treating a man with new eyes after three days of absence?"

Zhou Yi was very surprised and drew the long sword from his waist.

Mu Dao Ren had not noticed it until now, but his eyes were drawn to his sword.

His eyes widened when he heard Zhou Yi say:

"Look, this is something you've been asking for but can't get."

“You you.”

Taoist Mu looked at the sword, then at him, his eyes switching back and forth:

"How did this divine weapon that I, Daoist Master, painstakingly forged, end up in your hands in the blink of an eye?!"

Zhou Yi smiled. Wei Che was indeed a wealthy man in Yan County. The Dongming Sect really gave him face.

"Your craftsmanship is truly remarkable. If I were to ask you, you would undoubtedly be the world's number one swordsmith."

Hearing his praise, Mu Dao Ren showed a hint of satisfaction when he returned the sword: "I dare not boast now, but if the Taoist continues to forge swords, it will be a matter of time."

Suddenly I felt someone hugging my shoulders.

"I'll build you a Sword Forging Villa, and you'll be the owner. How about that?"

"Your calculations were so loud that it made the world tremble. Now, just thinking about the sound of those three unlucky dragons hammering iron next to my ears makes me want to vomit."

Mu Dao Ren quickly stopped his thoughts:

"If I ever go back to Ryukyu, I'll starve to death or jump off the island rather than go to that boiler room."

Seeing his attitude, Zhou Yi naturally would not force him.

He just sighed while holding the cold iron blade: "It's a pity that such a magical weapon will become a legend of the Dongming Sect from now on. It will be rare to see it again."

Mu Tao Ren knew him too well.

He closed his ears and refused to listen to anything Zhou Yi said.

When Zhou Yi arrived at Chen Laomou's place, he met Shan Xiongxin who had returned from the north.

He got the latest information about the horse caravans in the northern border area.

Shan Xiongxin said with certainty, "The Northern Horse Gang has gone to the Eastern Capital. People in Yuguan say that quite a few powerful horse thieves have recently set foot in the Middle-earth."

"Dongdu?"

Kankan only mentioned the good mother, and the Great Ming Zun Sect may have acted separately, and the Great Zun was not here.

What did Xu Kaishan do in Dongdu?

The situation was in chaos, and Zhou Yi couldn't predict what was going on. "Are Boss Lou and his men going to Saibei again soon?"

"Not for now."

Shan Xiongxin pointed out the reason: "I heard that there are large-scale bandit activities near Jingling, and the Dangyang Caravan is also sending people back to investigate. It is estimated that they are the forces of the Four Great Bandits."

These four guys have done a lot of evil, but there are so many bandits that it is not easy to destroy them.

Chen Laomou interrupted, "I'll send someone to keep an eye on Jingling's movements."

"Well, it would be best to contact the Duba Villa in the city."

"good."

The matter of the Dangyang Horse Gang was temporarily put on hold, and Zhou Yi made new arrangements for Shan Xiongxin. Not long after, Old Shan rode his horse to the Gray Gang to find Qiu Wenzhong, and the two went together to look for Yang Dalongtou.

Taoist Mu came here just to ask someone to bring a message to Taoist Crow in Wuyan Mountain.

He didn't care much about the general situation in the world and found it boring to stay with Chen Laomou, so Zhou Yi gave him all the copper coins he had.

Mu Taoist smiled and went to drink.

He worked closely with Chen Laomou to connect the information between the Jukun Gang and the Nanyang Gang.

He also dispatched several other capable men and tried his best to cover up the matter.

The difficulty is quite great.

Fortunately, Nanyang City has always been under their management and they have absolute control over it.

It is difficult for external forces to have various conveniences.

The sunset glow gradually faded, and Zhou Yi walked to Xiangyan Temple in the twilight while reading a book. It was already the beginning of the night mist.

In one day, we will have to negotiate with Buddhism.

Zhou Yi arranged everything, and only then did he feel relieved.

This time, I am not here to find a master of wisdom.

I just wanted to have tea with the saint and get a feel for her attitude.

Just as he was thinking about how to pass on the message, he heard footsteps approaching, and suddenly a slender figure in a light green gown appeared on the gilded roof of the temple.

As soon as he saw Zhou Yi, the figure on the gilded roof disappeared.

In a flash, a man came out from behind the temple gate and walked towards us.

Compared with the last time when she dressed as a man, this time she finally revealed her celestial beauty, but the faint moonlight gave people a hazy beauty, as if the goddess could not be seen by the Luo River, but only her reflection in the water.

"Brother Dao, long time no see."

Shi Feixuan's voice was ethereal, her clear eyes curved slightly, and she saluted with both hands.

Zhou Yi smiled and returned the greeting: "Miss Qin, how are you?"

"It is very presumptuous to disturb you at night."

"Actually, I've been waiting for Brother Dao. Please follow me."

After she finished speaking, she led the way. In front of the guesthouse of Xiangyan Temple, Zhou Yi saw several Cihang disciples holding swords. Shi Feixuan raised her hand to signal, and they retreated with swords in their arms.

The two of them entered the guest house and sat on either side of the tea couch by the window.

There is a lotus lantern on each side.

Shi Feixuan poured him tea again, just like last time.

"Brother Dao, are you here to discuss the matter of Champion City?"

"Exactly."

Zhou Yi didn't beat around the bush: "I'm puzzled by the attitude of the holy monks. If they were going to deal with the Coffin Palace, why would two holy monks leave Nanyang?"

"Because the Evil King showed up in the Eastern Capital."

Shi Feixuan took one look at him and knew that no further explanation was needed.

Zhou Yi was thinking when he heard her say, "Master Zhihui doesn't want to stay in Nanyang any longer, but he can't bear to see his fellow Buddhists being persecuted by Zhou Laotan. He wants to bring him back to Dongdu and try to save him with everyone's combined strength."

"The skills of the Saint Extreme Sect have left a lasting legacy of disaster. If Shi Zhixuan hadn't shown up, not only would the two masters not have returned, but Master Jiaxiang would have brought people here instead."

Master Jiaxiang has the highest martial arts skills among the four great monks, and is proficient in "One Finger Zen" and "Dry Zen Mysterious Skill".

He was the only one absent from the coffin palace this time.

From this, it can be seen that the Buddhist determination to destroy the Coffin Palace is unshakable.

"I've been in Nanyang for a long time and I'm well aware of the threat posed by the Coffin Palace. The masters' thoughts coincide with mine."

Shi Feixuan listened to his statement and nodded slightly:

"Master Daoxin said some time ago that if we continue to let Zhou Laotan go, he might become a more troublesome person than Shi Zhixuan."

At this point, a hint of worry appeared between his brows, as faint as a distant mountain:

"This man is different from the Evil King. There are almost no flaws in his state of mind. He has cultivated a demeanor that cannot be ignored in the Coffin Palace."

"but."

As she changed her tone, the faint worry disappeared, she pursed her red lips and looked at Zhou Yi with a smile:

"The evil spirit that Old Zhou sighed about was so powerful that even Master Zhihui's Heart Buddha Palm power could hardly break it. Feixuan also recalled the wonders of the Three-Point Vital Energy. Brother Dao's profound skills are truly admirable."

The corners of her lips always maintained the perfect curve, as did her expression.

It seemed like he had some guesses, but he was able to perfectly suppress his curiosity.

"The Taoist profound skills and the magic methods restrain each other, so there is nothing strange about it."

Zhou Yi took a sip of the tea.

Shi Feixuan suddenly asked, "Have you, Xianxian, looked for Brother Dao?"

"How do you know?"

"Because she asked me if I'd seen you, and I only gave a vague answer."

Shi Feixuan said slowly, "The Yin Gui Sect has focused its attention on Nanyang since early on. It's understandable that she would seek contact with Brother Dao. However, the methods of the Demon Sect are treacherous, so Brother Dao should be careful."

"Miss Qin, have you discussed this?"

"Why do you say that?" Shi Feixuan looked puzzled.

"She also told me to be careful of you."

The saint simply smiled charmingly, looked at him with ethereal eyes, and didn't even explain.

It seems to be saying, how could I have any ill will towards my fellow Taoist?

Zhou Yi said, "She said you wanted to use me to practice martial arts and play with my emotions."

Shi Feixuan's pretty face was flushed, but her eyes were still as clear as water.

She picked up the teacup and poured another cup of tea for Zhou Yi. Her voice became slightly softer as she said softly, "Brother, just don't believe it."

The saintly lady under the lamp looked like an immortal, and every movement she made was graceful and elegant.

Zhou Yi looked at it with admiration, but he did not linger and become intoxicated.

He took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and stood up without hesitation.

His movements were a little sudden.

Shi Feixuan thought he would chat for a few more words, but he just left as soon as he said he would.

"Miss Qin, I'm aware of the Master's attitude and am ready to go now."

"Hopefully, this time, we can all get rid of our troubles."

Shi Feixuan swallowed her words to persuade him to stay and raised her hand to say goodbye: "Brother Dao, take care."

Before she finished speaking, the man in white seemed to ride on the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It was hard to believe that this rare and unparalleled skill was performed by the person she had seen before.

What is even harder to believe is that

Three years ago, there was a man named Zhou Yi who was being hunted in Yongqiu and was even forced to commit suicide by burning himself at the mountain gate.

The pure soul rises into the dark sky, and the eaves are shining like hanging silver grains.

Shi Feixuan stood under the eaves, looking at the place where the white shadow disappeared, and let out a breath softly from her red mouth.

After seeing him last time, I could never forget his unique temperament. I felt uneasy and went back to Cihang Jingzhai to meditate for a long time.

Although he was unable to forget the person, he continued to hone his skills and learned the essentials of sword practice from the sword manual, which allowed him to improve his sword skills.

She bathed in the clear light and slowly suppressed the mixed thoughts in her heart.

Just when I felt calm, there was suddenly a slight sound of wind.

Someone actually came back from the courtyard wall where the white shadow had just disappeared.

"Brother Dao, do you have anything to say?"

After Shi Feixuan finished speaking, she heard a voice with a hint of apology.

"Miss Qin, I have a book that is missing. Could you please help me check if it is here?"

She turned back to the house and found a book next to the tea table.

I looked up curiously: "Laozi Xianger Notes".

He walked out of the house and handed the book to Zhou Yi.

"Brother Dao, there's no need to rush. Feixuan will see you off."

Without giving Zhou Yi a chance to refuse, she led the way to the main gate of Xiangyan Temple.

They chatted casually for a while.

After leaving the main gate, Zhou Yi said goodbye again.

He stood with his hands behind his back, holding the scroll and disappeared into the dim moonlight.

This time, Shi Feixuan’s mind was filled with that white shadow, and she couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Back then, Dini got a glimpse of the secret of "breaking the void" and the method of practicing "inner alchemy" from the Magic Thoughts.

Therefore, the methods of "Dao Tai" and "Si Guan" evolved.

To some extent, it is not an exaggeration to regard Cihang Jingzhai as the ninth sect outside the two sects and six paths.

Moreover, the method of Taoist fetus is extremely unique.

Only through extreme training of the mind can one become clear-minded in swordsmanship and finally reach the critical stage of death.

As the contemporary saint of the martial arts holy land, her talent is unquestionable.

After concentrating for a long time, Shi Feixuan opened her eyes and looked up at the moon in the sky, as if she wanted the people in Guanghan to help her think together.

Another day passed.

A very rare scene in the martial arts world appeared in the Nanyang Gang.

On the left side of the banquet hall, an old monk sits at the very top.

He wore a dark brown cassock over a grey monk's robe, had a high, broad forehead, shiny black eyebrows, a slender face, and eyes that sparkled with wisdom.

A compassionate face of a high-level monk with sympathy for the world.

Sitting next to her was the celestial-looking and graceful Saint Cihang.

After them came the two masters Buchi and Buju from Jingnian Zen Temple, followed by the masters from Cihang Jingzhai, Tiantai Sect and Huayan Sect.

Those with the shallowest attainments in martial arts are all top figures of the time.

Looking at the people sitting opposite, the first one was a young man in white with outstanding demeanor.

The wise master's aura could overwhelm the entire hall, but it was frustrated in front of him.

Beside the man in white was a row of Taoist masters, some with white eyebrows, some with long beards, and some with indifferent expressions.

There were six Taoists who were rarely seen and practiced in seclusion in various places, including the master of Wuzhuang Temple.

Even the holy monks of the Tiantai Sect who were present were surprised after seeing it.

There are many masters in the three major sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonism.

Taoist people have always been loose-knit, but now that there are six people present, they have to consider their teachers and friends.

In Taoism, this is a force that cannot be ignored.

Just now, Master Zhihui and Zhou Yi each led a sect and greeted each other before sitting down.

Several of the Nanyang Gang's most capable managers came up to serve tea. They were extremely careful at this time, following the etiquette and seniority when serving tea and water, and would not allow any mistakes.

Taoism and Buddhism negotiated with each other, although they themselves did not care much about it.

But a man in the martial arts world who knows the importance of things would never dare to be negligent.

I couldn't help but slow down my breathing and become nervous.

Fortunately, the head of the Taoist sect in the hall is a family member.

I also feel proud when several managers do their work carefully.

Zhou Yi sat with his Taoist friends, and the host was naturally Yang Dalongtou.

He said to the holy monk of Tiantai:

"Master, there is also a plan for the Champion City matter. Let Master Yiguan tell you."

Master Wisdom nodded at him, clasped his hands together and looked at Zhou Yi: "Master, what do you think of the Coffin Palace?"

The martial arts skills of this monk from the Tiantai Sect are the worst among the four great monks because he is not good at fighting.

When it comes to Buddhist principles, his internal strength can only be described as unfathomable.

Zhou Yi looked at the Master of Wisdom, then glanced at the Saint.

The master looked straight at him, but the saint girl, under the gaze of all the Taoist elders, did not meet his gaze.

"Master, before in Nanyang, the Coffin Palace was an enemy of our Buddhist and Taoist families. Now that they are growing stronger, they are making many outrageous remarks. Given time, they will become a great threat to the martial arts world."

The wise master does not listen to formalities:

"Will Nanyang send troops?"

"out."

This one word seemed to be enough, and the wise master nodded with satisfaction.

"but."

Zhou Yi pointed out the stakes: "As the saying goes, a single move can affect the entire body. Right now, there are more than just our two families in Nanyang. The Great Ming Sect is in the city, and there are also other demonic sects in Xinye. I even heard that the Evil King's people are also in Xinye."

The Wisdom Master's expression changed.

"This person must also be after the Dao Heart Planting Demon Art. If we fight against the Coffin Palace and these two families take advantage of us and let the Dao Heart Planting Demon Art fall into the hands of the Evil King Yin Hou, the Great Venerable Good Mother and others, then the Coffin Palace will not be the only threat."

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he waited for the Master of Wisdom's reply.

The old monk lowered his eyes and observed his mind: "What arrangements has the abbot made?"

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at Zhou Yi.

His expression hardened, and he spoke loudly:

"We will join forces with the Taoist and Buddhist sects to first destroy the Great Ming Sect, then destroy the Xinye Demon Sect, eliminate the future troubles, and then attack the Coffin Palace."

Zhou Yi looked directly at the Rooftop Saint Monk, gazing at this world's top expert, his aura undiminished:

"Master, we from Nanyang will certainly dispatch a large number of people to rescue Master Bu Tan. He has been possessed by the devil for a short time, so perhaps the Dharma can still be used to influence him."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Pure Nian Zen Sect all looked towards Master Zhihui.

The wise master is thinking.

Zhou Yi looked at the Saintess: "Master, what do you think?"

Shi Feixuan's ethereal voice rang out:

"We have been fighting the Demon Sect for a long time. This Great Ming Zun Sect is a cult of the Huihe people, invading the Middle-earth. We should not let them gain power. Saving Master Bu Tan is our greatest wish."

Master Wisdom nodded, suddenly turned away from Zhou Yi and looked at the group of Taoist masters.

"What do you Taoist friends think?"

Chen Changgong's white eyebrows twitched, and a smile appeared on his face full of precious light.

His voice was slow and powerful:

"My fellow Daoists have no objections and will naturally follow Master Yi Guan's words."

Song Yinzi, Mu Dao Ren, Ji Xun and Ji Shou all nodded.

The hearts of these people are so united.

It was as if they were treating the young man in white at the top as the "Daoist Master".

Others may be confused, but they themselves are very clear-headed.

Shi Feixuan watched this scene quietly, her eyes were calm, but her heart was not at peace.

Master Wisdom looked at Zhou Yi deeply.

If it was just Zhou Yi, even if he had great skills and talent, in his eyes, he would still be regarded as a junior, far from having the foundation of Buddhism.

At this moment, he clearly realized that he held an extremely important position in the hearts of all the Taoist masters.

Combined with his talent in martial arts, he will definitely be the number one Taoist in the future.

Moreover, he is a little different from Ning Sanren, the number one.

"The abbot has made up his mind, and I will follow his instructions."

The wise master's words were equivalent to finalizing the matter.

It also instantly allowed Zhou Yi to carry the banners of Taoism and Buddhism.

With these two big flags pulled up, they can walk sideways with ease.

Soon, several fast horses rushed out in front of the Nanyang Gang.

All major forces in the city, from south to north and from west to east, were mobilized.

After receiving the news, Chen Laomou immediately handed the written letter to a capable subordinate.

This is a declaration of war.

After leaving Nanyang City, he was secretly sent to the Champion Coffin Palace.

Nanyang City and Yangxinghui.

A thin steward rushed directly into the depths of the mansion: "Master, something big is going to happen in the city."

"What's wrong?" Ji Yinong's voice came through the window.

"The big dragon head is secretly arranging people, and it seems that he is going to start a war with others."

The manager's forehead was covered with sweat. "But, our people are not involved."

"Don't worry about it."

After Ji Yinong finished speaking, he saw that there was no response from outside, so he immediately scolded:

"Didn't you hear me?!"

"Yes~"

The manager was full of doubts, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.

Ji Huizhu seems like a different person. He used to be so high-profile, but now he stays at home for a long time.

He told others that he was obsessed with martial arts and was practicing all the time.

But the manager knew that all affairs of the Yangxing Society were still firmly controlled by the leader, but he kept himself hidden and rarely showed up.

Unfortunately, the manager couldn't see it.

At this time, Ji Yinong in the room didn't even dare to raise his head.

"When was the last time the Yin Gui Sect contacted you?"

"Five days ago, it was still Elder Yun. But she didn't want to stay here and went back to Xiangyang."

"Well, you're quite honest."

Ji Yinong lowered his head even lower: "It is my great fortune to be able to serve the Holy Emperor. I will never dare to have second thoughts. In the whole of Nanyang, there is no one more loyal to the Holy Emperor than me!"

"Even if the Holy Emperor tells me to die now, I won't hesitate."

"If you do your job well, no one will kill you."

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Ji Yinong responded repeatedly. He was very scared, but he also knew that this was a powerful backer.

It seems that the Yingui Sect cannot defeat the Xieji Sect.

"This is for you."

Ji Yino knew the rules and never looked up. He waited until a letter fell in front of him before taking it in his hand.

"Change it into your handwriting and send it to Xiangyang."

"yes!"

The window sash moved slightly, and the person disappeared.

Ji Yinong glanced out the window, then fastened the window bolt and carefully opened the letter.

After reading it once, I was shocked.

Read it three times, write down its contents, and then burn the letter immediately.

Not long after, a master of Qinggong rushed out from the Yangxing Club and headed straight for Xiangyang.

In the evening, the day after the Buddhist and Taoist councils.

In the north of Nanyang City, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on several mansions.

These mansions look very luxurious and occupy a large area. It is difficult to tell how many rooms there are in the courtyards.

But upon closer inspection, it was gray and looked decadent.

This was the private residence of Ren Zhi, the leader of the Jingshan School, one of the eight major forces in Nanyang.

At this moment, people were walking in and out of this dilapidated private house.

A group of horse caravans occupied this place. This caravan was rather strange, perhaps because they often traveled in the northern desert. Occasionally, people would communicate in a foreign language that was difficult to understand.

In the inner room, there was a tall and thin man with a long face, who looked a bit like a hanged man, wiping a heavy iron rod.

This iron rod weighed at least a hundred pounds, and when he picked it up to wipe the blood off it, he only needed to lift it lightly with one hand.

This person is Jiu Lingzhi, the "thick fog" among the five types of demons.

"Did the Nanyang Gang kill our people?"

Jiu Lingzhi rolled his eyes, looking very creepy: "Do they have the guts to do that?"

"Whether they have the courage or not, it all depends on them."

The man who answered was ferocious and ugly, with red spots all over his lion nose and two swords hanging on his waist.

He is a fierce general of the Great Ming Sect, and the "extinguished" Kuojie among the five types of demons.

There were nearly twenty people surrounding them.

Although they are not as powerful as the other two, they are all top-notch masters!

"Don't alarm them for now. There are unusual movements in the city. A large group of troops are gathering towards the west. They may be planning to attack Champion City."

"Hehe, I've been waiting for this moment."

“…”

Inside the house, people kept chatting.

It was not until the evening that someone brought back the latest news about the Nanyang Gang.

Kuojie and Jiulingzhi did not make a decision and waited for Shanmu to come back.

As usual, they sent experts to observe.

A master died a few days ago.

Therefore, the person sent out this time was a thin man with excellent lightness skills. He had a high nose and deep eyes, and his eyes were sharp, as if they were always flashing.

"Be careful."

"yes!"

Jiu Lingzhi watched him jump twice and disappear into the night.

As the largest sect in Mobei, Daming Zunjiao has many first-class masters, but the death of such a person is still heartbreaking.

Jiu Lingzhi had excellent hearing. He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction where the thin man jumped, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

Kuo Jie asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Did you hear that?"

"No."

Kuo Jie answered, pumped his true energy into the acupoints around his ears, and listened carefully.

After a while, he suddenly drew out his two swords!

Jiu Lingzhi raised his iron staff: "Someone is coming!"

The masters in the mansion were not panicked. They drew their weapons one by one and took up hidden positions.

With so many masters together, even an ordinary martial arts master would die if he came here.

Everyone held their breath and gathered murderous intent.

There were more than two hundred people in the mansion, but in such a short time, there was no noise at all.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind in the distance, followed by a loud "bang" from the mansion.

A corpse rolled down the roof and landed in the yard. Judging from his figure, it was the thin man who had just gone out to gather intelligence.

The sounds of breaking wind became more and more frequent, and the masters of the Daming Zun Sect also changed color slightly.

What’s even more fatal is that Shanmu came back late today.

Jiu Lingzhi has the sharpest ears and can tell how many masters there are from the chaotic sound of breaking wind.

The more I listened, the more something seemed wrong.

This is directed at them!

"Go!"

Without having time to think about the reason, he shouted and was the first to rush towards the north of the city.

They chose this place not far from the city wall, so even if a large army gathered in the city and rushed over, they could retreat calmly.

When coming to someone else's territory, the Great Ming Zunjiao was very cautious and left himself a way out.

The shouts and screams instantly broke the quiet night!

Jiu Lingzhi and Kuo Jie rushed the fastest, but just as they approached the city wall, two figures rushed ahead of them, one in front and one behind.

Kuo Jie drew out his two swords and, in the faint moonlight, fought with the people in the dark.

Jiu Lingzhi swung the hundred-jin iron rod and smashed it towards the figure in white.

He had a long sword hanging on his waist, but he didn't draw it at this time. Jiu Lingzhi was not afraid of opponents with swords.

If the iron sword touches his iron staff, even if the power is stronger than his, it will be broken into pieces with one impact.

The man in white flipped his hand and slapped it, and an icy energy rushed towards him.

Jiu Lingzhi laughed wildly, rubbed his hands together rapidly, and the iron staff kept spinning rapidly. When the power of the staff was fully accumulated, he struck out with all his strength from about half a foot away from the white shadow.

He broke the icy energy from a distance with his force!

The white shadow dodged, and with a "bang" the tiles flew everywhere, and the rolling stick energy spun around the body.

The methods of these five types of demons are extraordinary.

Jiu Lingzhi called out for thick fog, and at this time, the force of his staff was so strong and fierce that it broke the surrounding tiles and wood into pieces, turning them into a cloud of dust and smoke that surrounded him.

When the enemy fights with him, they will certainly not be able to see clearly how he uses his staff.

This makes up for the lack of dexterity.

When the mist rose around him, he had no flaws.

At this time, even if a martial arts master was present, he would have to face his ferocious stick skills.

“Bang, bang, bang~!”

There were explosions all the way, and Jiu Lingzhi hit more and more fiercely, swinging the iron rod faster and faster, but the white shadow was like a ghost and he could not hit it no matter what.

"Go to hell!"

His eyes shone with light as he pushed the "Light Sutra" to its extreme.

From the acupoint at the top of the head, spiritual power burst out and merged with the staff technique.

When the two energies converged, a strange spiritual force immediately rushed out.

At this moment, the momentum was completely different from just now.

The iron rod brought with it a whistling sound like a violent storm blowing into the canyon, as if it filled the sky and the earth. Although it was only a short distance away, the speed and angle of the iron rod changed subtly, making it impossible to know when it would hit or where it would hit!

Combining it with mental shock to influence the opponent's mind is a sure-kill strategy!

He struck out with a stick and hit it!

The head of the iron rod smashed through the man in white, but he didn't feel any real force.

Looking closely, it turned out to be an afterimage.

Too fast!

The iron rod weighing a hundred pounds was even heavier, and the white shadow actually stepped on his iron rod.

Jiu Lingzhi's hair stood on end, he raised his staff, shook it, and struck upwards.

After three hits, his slow but powerful technique was completely useless. The white shadow was as fast as lightning and stepped on the top of the stick again.

This time, Bai Ying exerted a little more force, and he seemed to have absorbed a tremendous amount of force, and his right hand holding the staff suddenly sank.

I can’t lift the iron rod for the moment, that’s bad!

The white shadow stepped on the staff and rushed forward in the air, going straight for the vital point. Jiu Lingzhi made a claw with his left hand and used a heart-piercing counterattack to force the opponent to stop!

But before his left claw was halfway out, his wrist was grabbed.

"Ah!" he screamed.

The next moment, his throat suddenly tightened and he was choked, unable to make any sound.

There was a loud snap, and before he could even open his mouth, his neck was broken!

Zhou Yi threw it away casually.

Before he drew his sword, he had already slain a demon.

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(End of this chapter)