Chapter 90: A snowy autumn scene in the martial arts world invites the master of Wuzhuang Abbey!
At the Yangxing Society's residence, Ji Yinong, who had been discussing secrets with Elder Yun for a long time, left the secret room with mixed feelings.
He really couldn't keep up with Elder Yun's unconventional thinking.
In terms of vision and knowledge, I can hardly compare with Elder Yingui.
But he worked hard in Nanyang for many years and had countless dealings with Yang Zhen, both openly and secretly.
Ji Yinong refused to believe that Yang Zhen was the Evil Emperor's man.
It was the third day after the Lion King of Haisha Gang was trimmed by the Great Emperor.
The remaining seven major forces in the county city all came to the headquarters of the Nanyang Gang, and there was no need to mention the name of the Tuanjiang Faction anymore.
In just three days, the seven major forces maintained a tacit understanding and divided up the Tuanjiang faction.
Thousands of gang members changed their flags and banners. Some joined other factions, some were liquidated for offending others in the past, and some sold off the Tuanjiang faction's assets and fled the world with gold and silver.
The demise of the Tuanjiang Sect caused some people to be happy and some to be sad in the county town, but it did not cause any major chaos.
It is like a slightly larger wave in a troubled river, crashing against the shore with great momentum, and disappearing into the sand in an instant, leaving only a wet mark.
This mark will gradually fade.
"Big dragon head!"
In the lobby of the Nanyang Gang's headquarters, Ji Yinong put down his teacup and stepped out from under a plaque inscribed with the golden characters "loyalty, filial piety, chastity and righteousness".
He pointed his spear in the direction of Black Stone Charity House:
"Three days have passed, and everyone is waiting for news. How should we deal with these people? Does the leader have any plans?"
"To be honest, I've been sleeping like crazy these past few days, and it's hard to get the rest of my sleep back."
He sighed and complained, drawing everyone's attention to Yang Zhen.
After hearing this, the leaders of the four factions, namely Jingshan Sect, Zhenyang Gang, Chaoshui Gang and Huiyi Gang, put the teacups in their hands aside.
Ji Yinong's words resonated with everyone.
Yang Zhen did not speak, and Mr. Lu Zhong beside him said in a deep voice:
"If the seven of us join forces, no matter how powerful they are, they will find it difficult to resist. So, expelling them is easy, but if we want to annihilate them in one fell swoop without leaving any trace of harm, I'm afraid no sect leader would dare to guarantee this."
"Brother Lu, don't we know this?"
Ren Zhi, the head of the Jingshan sect, spread his hands and smiled bitterly, "That's why we need the Grand Leader to make a plan. Only when this matter is resolved can we feel at ease."
"Brother Ren, please be patient," the silent Yang Zhen finally spoke, "We have to guard against these demon sect masters, and even more so, we have to guard against the ambitious Zhu Can."
"If the situation becomes chaotic, Zhu Can's tens of thousands of troops will be able to arrive overnight by rushing down the turbulent water."
"Champion City is far less prosperous than Nanyang, and Zhu Can has been keeping an eye on it for a long time."
"For Nanyang, the dangers of war and disaster are even greater than those of the demon sect."
"Master Luo of the Tuanjiang Sect has had smooth sailing these past few years, but he's been ruined by alcohol and sex, and has forgotten the dangers of the martial arts world. My dear brothers, please take this as a warning."
Ji Yinong pressed on, frowning, "Is the Big Dragon Head really going to turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye to the Black Stone Charity Estate?"
The helmsmen's attention was focused again.
Yang Zhen’s answer will affect the weight of the three words “Big Dragon Head” in everyone’s mind.
Someone needs to make decisions at critical moments. Raising other issues to divert attention from the current problem is not considered an answer in the eyes of the leaders.
Yang Zhen glanced at Ji Yinong and remained silent.
The leaders around him were unhappy, but because of his powerful authority, they did not dare to force him.
Just when they thought Yang Zhen was helpless,
The old man sitting in the main seat, his face as sharp as a knife, slowly stroked his beard and said in a deep voice: "Yang will take action himself."
Um?
While everyone was surprised, Ji Yinong was ecstatic, thinking that Yang Zhen was going to die.
Even though his skills were the best in Nanyang, there was absolutely no way he could deal with the eight old demons.
Elder Yun fled without a fight and only reported this method to Queen Yin. What qualifications does Yang Zhen have to go straight into the devil's cave?
After this ecstasy, I suddenly remembered Elder Yun’s words.
If Yang Zhen is really a subordinate of the Evil Emperor, then there will be no danger at all.
By putting on such a show for other factions to see, the status of the Nanyang Gang and the prestige of Yang Zhen himself will be elevated to an unimaginable level.
I used to blame Elder Yun for his unconventional thinking.
Ji Yinong suddenly realized that he had silently followed this unconventional thought.
"No!" Elder Lu Zhong urged, "You can't enter the demon cave. The Great Dragon Head must not take any risks."
“Hey~!”
Seeing that everyone misunderstood, Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "How could I abandon the safety of Nanyang and force my way in? I don't have the courage to do that, but I am confident that I can hold them back."
"in addition."
He gazed towards the north and said, "On the day Sect Leader Luo died, I, Yang, sent three captains to the Eastern Capital with my personal letter."
"The Black Stone Charity Manor has been exposed. If the Demon Sect masters leave on their own, everyone will be happy. Otherwise, someone else will deal with them."
Eastern Capital?
Although everyone was confused, a light flashed through their hearts.
The more I look at the leader, the more I feel he is confident.
Ren Zhi of the Jingshan School was still worried:
"The Great Dragon Head has always been stationed in Nanyang. I have never heard of you having any dealings with the major forces in Dongdu. Moreover, to offend these demon sect figures, I am afraid you would need a life-or-death friendship."
“It’s normal that you don’t know.”
Yang Zhen pointed to the painting of the Heavenly King Receiving the Pagoda hanging on the wall and said, "This was painted by my old friend Zhan Ziqian. He also painted the Lotus Sutra Transformation and gave it to the Fourth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism. Thanks to Brother Zhan's connections, I was able to meet this outstanding figure among the Four Patriarchs of Zen Buddhism."
Looking at his expression, the other sect leaders, although they didn't know who this person was, guessed that he was very powerful.
Ji Yinong asked, "Who is it?"
Yang Zhen said in a deep voice: "Master Daoxin, one of the four great saintly monks of the time."
"You may be unfamiliar with his name, and it's rarely heard of in the martial arts world, but the masters of the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demonism all know it well."
"I'm afraid this Master Dao Xin is on par with Ning Sanren."
"The Four Saintly Monks are already at odds with the Demon Sect. Add to that Yang's slight favor. If Master Daoxin were to come to Nanyang, the Demon Sect members in the Black Stone Charity Manor would most likely disperse."
Upon hearing this, the people from the Chaoshui Gang, Zhenyang Gang, and Huiyi Gang stood up and bowed:
"It turns out that the leader had already made plans, but we were just worrying too much."
The matter of Heishi Charity House was extremely tricky. After Yang Zhen explained the situation, several people in charge were convinced.
I didn't expect he had such a trump card.
Even though this Dao Xin is not as good as Ning Sanren, he dares to put his name together with the number one person in Taoism, so how can he be an ordinary person?
Nanyang really has to rely on Yang Dalong to stay stable!
Everyone discussed the defense of the city and dispersed half an hour later.
When the leaders walked out of the Nanyang Gang, their steps were much lighter.
It seems that the matter has been resolved.
As soon as they left, Yang Zhen frowned again.
"But is there anything wrong?" asked Mr. Lu Chong.
Yang Zhen shook his head. "I've always felt that the demon sect members in the Black Stone Charity Manor are somewhat unusual. I've read about that place before, and it's not a hidden place for demons."
"These people suddenly gathered together, and there's a high possibility that they're practicing some evil techniques."
"But I'm more afraid that someone is manipulating this from behind, and their target is Nanyang. They appeared not long ago, and we lost a force, and people are panicking again."
Lu Zhong had already guessed: "Master Daoxin may not come, right?"
Yang Zhen turned his head to look at him: "Brother Lu is a sensible man. My face is not that big. It's just a friendship of a painting, or a face-to-face encounter. It's just a test because of the old grudge between Buddha and Demon."
"In these troubled times, not everyone can be relied upon. I'm in this position now, and many people in Nanyang County are jealous of me."
"But I haven't found anyone worthy of entrusting my trust."
Old Master Lu couldn't help but sigh as he saw the dragon head's increasingly gray hair.
He reached out and patted Yang Zhen on the back: "Big Dragon Head, you've done well enough."
The two walked all the way to the depths of the mansion.
Fan Naitang rushed out with a dark complexion: "Brother Su is in a very bad condition."
Yang Zhen and Lu Zhong quickened their pace and went straight into a quiet room.
As soon as I entered the hospital, I smelled a fishy and pungent smell. I saw a big man lying on the bed with his chest open. There were centipede-shaped black meridians on his chest skin.
He gritted his teeth but couldn't help but wail in pain.
When Yang Zhen saw the pool of black blood on the ground, he suddenly clenched his fists.
The person on the bed was none other than Su Yun, the fourth most important figure in the Nanyang Gang, the Right-Handed Swordsman. That night, he arranged for people to follow the Tuanjiang Sect to investigate the Black Stone Charity House, and was seriously injured while trying to save his gang brothers.
The two doctors holding silver needles gathered their internal strength, inserted another needle around his Danzhong acupoint, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and gave their seat to Yang Zhen.
“Brother Su!”
Yang Zhen leaned over to the edge of the bed to check his injuries.
Su Yun heard his voice, opened his bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Just to see the big dragon head, I... I am satisfied."
"Big Dragon Head, do it."
"Give my brother a quick death!"
Yang Zhen scolded: "Hold on, don't say discouraging words."
"Brother Lu, please help me."
"good!"
Two masters from the county, one in front and one behind, pressed their palms and injected true energy into his Ren and Du meridians.
There is a poison in Su Yun's body, which is extremely evil.
The two of them used their true energy to slowly dissipate the poison and reduce Su Yun's pain.
After an incense stick of time, even Yang Zhen's cheeks were covered in sweat.
They temporarily collected their true energy, and Su Yun's complexion looked much better.
But no one in the room looked happy, because this situation had happened many times.
Wait for an hour
Everyone's expressions changed again. As expected, Lu Zhong's true energy had no effect.
"What kind of vicious palm technique is this?!"
Fan Naitang and Meng Degong were so anxious that their faces turned pale. "Brother Su has protective Qi in his body. Normally, even if he is seriously injured by a palm strike, as long as it is not fatal, he can always recover by dissolving the opponent's Qi."
"I've never heard of any palm technique that could be this strange, like taking root in the human body."
Mr. Lu shook his head, he had done his best.
An old doctor said, "Hall Master Su has trained his Tanzhong acupoint to become an acupoint. This palm strike happened right there, and the poisonous evil has penetrated into the acupoint like a carbuncle. This person's method is truly unpredictable. He actually absorbed Hall Master Su's true energy and transformed it into poisonous evil, so he can eliminate it endlessly."
"If other people's true energy can't be dispelled, Hall Master Su can't dispel it either, and he can't give up his martial arts, otherwise the poison will break through the acupoints and kill him instantly."
Yang Zhen was anxious: "Is there a solution?"
"At the same time, inject your true energy to clear the remaining poison from your Ren and Du meridians, preventing it from spreading to your heart meridian, and prolonging Master Su's life."
The old doctor continued, "Also, we can seek out masters from Buddhism and Taoism. Perhaps they can find a way to dispel the evil root in the acupoint."
Yang Zhen frowned deeply: "Is there any other method?"
"Yes, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it."
In other words, we have to find that old demon.
Yang Zhen's face was gloomy and he did not answer.
The old doctor knew he was in trouble and turned to look at the big man on the bed. "How long Master Su can hold on, however, depends on himself."
"If you have the intention to die, it won't last more than ten days."
After hearing this, Su Yun, the swordsman in his right hand, showed a hint of relief.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a big dragon head.
"Brother Su, we started from humble beginnings and have been together for over twenty years. We've been through thick and thin, and what haven't we experienced? Now, I want you to do something."
"I will not refuse even if I die." Su Yun gritted his teeth.
"Okay, hold your breath and I will save you."
Yang Zhen's eyes narrowed: "Show your courage, don't let this old man look down on you."
Su Yun was stunned, silent for a moment, then laughed heartily: "A little bit of evil poison, it's nothing."
Fan Naitang and Meng Degong stepped forward together, their eyes blazing:
"Big Dragon Head, what are we going to do!"
Yang Zhen said, "I will write another letter. You two should go to the Eastern Capital together and deliver it."
Lu Zhong looked at the two of them and said, "Don't worry, I'm here with you."
"I will send a master of Tiankui's inner family here, who will be able to extend Brother Su's life."
Fan Naitang and Meng Degong immediately accepted the order.
The two of them are Yang Zhen's right-hand men. If they show up together, it will represent the attitude of the Nanyang Gang.
This is not the "feeling of meeting face to face" mentioned earlier.
Nanyang's identity as the leader and its position can move many major forces.
…
It was the fifteenth day after the Lion King of Haisha Gang was trimmed by the Great Emperor.
There is a branch of Cao's medicine shop in the west of the city, in a quiet room.
Zhou Yi flipped through the account book casually: "Has there been any trouble with business recently?"
Cao Chengxian laughed and said, "Compared to the previous period, it is completely different."
"From the mountain owners and medicine bosses upstream of Nanyang, to the escort agencies and horse caravans responsible for transporting goods, as well as the shops of all sizes in the city, there are no problems connecting with each other. I am already planning to expand my shop to Zhenyang and Keyang."
"The bulk of the city's business now belongs to the Nanyang Gang. They follow the rules more than the Tuanjiang Clan."
"I previously acquired several shops that the Tuanjiangmen had sold at low prices before fleeing. I had planned to give some of them back to the Nanyang Gang, but when they saw that I had the shop deeds, they asked the government to stamp them and secure the shops."
"Only two were taken away by the Jingshan Sect and the Yangxing Society, but it's not a big deal."
Zhou Yi frowned, what does it mean to be harmless?
This Heavenly Master’s money!
"Jingshan School, Yangxing Society"
Hearing Zhou Yi mutter a few words, Cao Chengxian had a bad feeling.
I'm just telling the truth. If your two families get into trouble, it's your own fault.
The tragedy of the Tuanjiang faction is still vivid in my mind.
"It seems like the price you charge for this medicine is a few cents higher than before."
“Yes, this is healthy competition.”
Cao Chengxian said:
"Before, we were always suppressed by the Tuanjiang Sect. Now we just have to follow the rules of the Nanyang Gang, which gives us a lot of freedom. The mountain master and the medicine boss were previously suppressed by the Tuanjiang Sect. The good medicine with a long history was also sold at a low price. Now it's natural to divide the good and the bad."
"This way, herbal farmers who go up the mountain to collect and plant herbs can also earn more copper coins. It's no wonder that the Nanyang Gang has a good reputation among the villagers."
He complimented her again, "Of course, this is all thanks to the silent dedication of the Heavenly Master. If the Tuanjiang Sect hadn't fallen, the herbal farmers wouldn't have been able to earn those extra few dou of rice each month."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh. These nice words were very pleasing to the ears.
He then warned him:
"Your profit margin is already very high. I will give you some recipes for external bathing products, body rubs, and internal medicines. You can then attract more business from martial artists."
"These are all proven to be effective, so don't worry about others causing you trouble."
What Zhou Yi wanted to give were just ordinary external training methods, such as prescriptions for Iron Shirt and Crouching Tiger Kung Fu.
This kind of thing is recorded in the Taiping Dan Jing given by the master, and now we have the Taiping Huo Gang. We can use these basic things to realize them and start a cycle.
Cao Chengxian felt the trust from the Heavenly Master.
He didn't refuse and just stood up to add more tea.
This was another way of getting along with others that he learned after getting to know the Heavenly Master in Nanyang.
"Keep a low profile for now. Wait until I'm firmly established. Only then can you expand your business."
"yes!"
Cao Chengxian responded. He could already read an infinitely extending grand plan from these plain words.
Zhou Yi thought of the farmers who collected herbs that he occasionally met on the hills and along the rivers and streams of Wolonggang.
He whispered again:
"If there are some small-scale herbalists who are not mountain masters, as long as the herbs are good and they don't want to bargain for the price, they won't make a big deal."
“Seunghyun understands.”
Cao Chengxian bowed and sent Zhou Yi out.
The old man was right. It is indeed easy to sleep well when dealing with such people.
The pharmacy business was running smoothly, and Zhou Yi had an additional source of income.
Finally, the temple no longer has to live off its savings.
A man without money will feel anxious when sleeping. Now, he felt much more at ease.
If you don't waste medicine, you won't lose the progress of your disciples' external skills.
Following Zhang Cheng, Feng Si also cultivated the罡气 five days ago. Zhou Yi temporarily arranged him in the caravan associated with Cao's Pharmacy.
There was even a small wine shop business that was taken over from the Tuanjiang faction.
The Taoist temple has added a small business in Nanyang.
First there was the great philanthropist Ding, and then there was the great philanthropist Luo.
As the saying goes, the more good people Zhou Tianshi points out, the better.
He was in a good mood, eating and drinking along the way, and packed several fat ducks, preparing to bring them back to the Taoist temple before sunset.
After looking at the sky, Zhou Yi took a walk to Meiwu Lane.
He was about to ask about the latest news, but he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived here, he saw Bu Tianzhi and Chen Laomou sitting restlessly.
"Master, you've arrived just in time! I was just about to send someone out to look for you."
Chen Laomou spoke hurriedly: "Something big might happen in Nanyang!"
"What's going on?" Zhou Yi flashed into the tea shop.
"To make a long story short, Yang Zhen just led his men out of the city and headed straight to the Black Stone Charity Estate in the southwest!"
"I heard that the Nanyang Sect's master, Right Swordsman Su Yun, is in imminent danger. Yang Zhen's trip is probably to avenge his brothers in the gang. The Tiankui Sect and the Nanyang Gang are gathering and will soon reach the city gate."
Zhou Yi took a breath: "Yang Zhen."
"Let's go and take a look."
Bu Tianzhi was shocked: "Isn't it bad luck to watch a play?"
"Yang Zhen is not a fool like Luo Changshou. If he dares to go, he must be confident. Plus, he is an expert himself. If he takes action, he will definitely be involved. We will watch from a distance. If anything happens, we will return to the city immediately."
“…”
As soon as the three of them reached the west city wall, they saw people from the Tiankui Sect and the Nanyang Gang.
What was strange was that they were just waiting on the top of the city wall and did not follow Yang Zhen.
"You go ahead."
Chen Laomou and Bu Tianzhi stopped and took the duck from Zhou Yi.
The situation was very different from what they had imagined.
If the three of them act together, it will definitely attract attention.
Zhou Yi thought for a moment, slowed down his pace, and blended into the crowd.
…
“Gee~!”
“Gee~!”
In the southwest suburbs, in the pine forest in front of the Black Stone Charity Cemetery, an old man with a long beard was riding a horse slowly, holding a long sword.
The setting sun is like ochre, shining on thousands of pines, like molten gold to cast armor, bright and dazzling.
The south wind blew past, and the pine forest made a clear sound. Amid the rolling pine waves, the old man's steps slowed down.
Until it was twenty feet away from the charity cemetery.
A martial arts master can occasionally burst out with momentum during a fight, fusing his Qi and spirit to an extremely profound state.
At such a moment, no opponent dares to underestimate us.
“Boom~!!!”
There were several loud bangs outside the charity cemetery, and a sharp sword energy flashed past, and seven or eight gnarled pine trees fell down one after another.
The branches creaked and made a loud noise!
This attack was enough to alarm everyone in the charity cemetery.
“Dang~!!”
The crescent-shaped sword weighing over 60 kilograms was embedded four inches into the ground and stood upright beside Yang Zhen. He took a huge wine gourd from the blade.
At this moment, he took a big gulp, his true energy was stimulated, and his face turned blood red!
"I am Yang Zhen, the leader of Nanyang."
"My friend who is good at using poison, please come out and see me."
The long roar shook the pine forest, carrying with it a surging sword intent.
The wind and fire wall of the charity cemetery suddenly flashed, and eight figures suddenly appeared, staring at the old man with a long beard holding a crescent-shaped long sword.
It seems to be influenced by Yang Zhen's heroic spirit.
At the first moment, these eight people did not take any action.
"This is a critical moment. There is no time to bother. Go and send him away quickly."
A hoarse voice came from You Niaojuan.
Yang Zhen was different from Na Luo Changshou. Firstly, he had tens of thousands of troops under his command, and secondly, he was qualified to talk to them.
Old Zhou sighed, his eyes fixed, and he flew down from the wind and fire wall.
"Yang Dalongtou, what's your plan?"
Old Zhou sighed and stopped ten feet away from Yang Zhen. There was no contempt in his eyes. Instead, he looked at the huge crescent-shaped sword.
Yang Zhendao said: "My friend is a master of martial arts, and his poisonous aura is unrivaled in the world. Even I am helpless."
"An old brother is suffering from a poisonous evil and is in critical condition. I would like to ask my friends for a solution."
At this moment, in terms of momentum and fighting spirit, Yang Zhen is still superior to Zhou Laotan.
Old Zhou sighed and smiled sinisterly: "Breaking into my farm, isn't that just asking for trouble?"
Yang Zhen didn't want to argue: "Does my friend have a solution?"
Mr. Zhou sighed and glared at him: "What qualifications do you have to speak to me like this?"
Yang Zhendao: "For the sake of my brother's life, I can only ask some friends for help."
"What kind of friend?"
"Dongdu, the Four Great Saint Monks."
A gust of south wind blew by, and not only Zhou Laotan frowned, but even You Niaojuan frowned.
After a moment of silence, Mr. Zhou sighed, "I injured many people. Where was your brother injured?"
"The root of evil in the Tanzhong acupoint is difficult to remove."
"Then there's no hope, unless you have the ability to invite my master here."
Zhou Lao sighed, his voice low and his face full of arrogance: "You should have heard of the Four Great Books."
"This is the highest secret of the Heavenly Demon. It is profound and profound, revealing the true wonders. It is the highest interpretation of the ultimate martial arts. Once you enter the Tanzhong point, you will enter the cycle of life and death."
"Your brother has already crossed the Naihe Bridge. Why bother struggling? Go and ask Mr. Chuhei to come out."
Yang Zhen's sword power dropped a bit.
Old Zhou sighed and smiled complacently. The despair and anger of the big dragon head became the fuel for the fire of pleasure in his heart, so that a murderous aura was released from his whole body.
Although it is not a perfect masterpiece, it has already shocked the world.
When he thought of this, Mr. Zhou sighed and all he could think about was continuing his research. There was no point in fighting with Yang Zhen at all.
Uncover the ultimate secrets of martial arts, so wonderful that it drives you crazy.
“Hahahaha~!!”
Old Zhou sighed and laughed wildly, his devilish voice shaking the pine needles. "Go back, and don't let the people in Nanyang City disturb this place. I have no interest in your Nanyang City at all."
"You'd better not bring Baldy Donkey here to cause trouble, otherwise I'll ruin my plans and I'll definitely hold you responsible for this."
“…”
Yang Zhen knew very well that Zhou Laotan was not lying.
This old monster from the Demon Sect has practiced martial arts to the point of madness, and his genuine pride and arrogance in martial arts cannot be faked.
Yang Zhen stared at Zhou Laotan's back, feeling a sense of apology towards his brother.
He was carrying a lot of things on his back, so he couldn't make a slash regardless of his life.
If you kill someone without confidence, you will surely die.
Yang Zhen raised his head and drank the wine fiercely, drinking most of the wine in the huge jug.
With a low shout, he threw the gourd away, drew out the crescent-shaped long sword, and released a violent sword energy, creating a large amount of wine rain!
Yang Zhen held the knife, and the wine-red color on his face completely disappeared.
With a pull of the reins, he was left with a desolate and lonely figure in front of the lifeless charity cemetery, reflected in the setting sun.
"He's a very interesting man."
A cold and lonely girl's voice came from the wind and fire wall, coming from the slender figure carrying a fiery red sword.
The woman in palace dress stared at her face with envy.
You Niaojuan sneered, his voice hoarse and unpleasant: "For the weak who struggle and feel helpless, this kind of pain is not necessarily very interesting."
The Demon Sect Grandmaster's words entered the ears of the man wearing a conical hat and carrying a sword, like a silver needle piercing his heart, forcing him to raise his head.
Watching the old figure gradually disappearing in the pine forest.
"Keep going, keep going!" Old Zhou sighed and laughed, "I can already see the signs of success!"
There was a dark light hidden in his eyes, and he exchanged a subtle glance with the emperor over there.
The Black Stone Charity Hall was once again plunged into a strange atmosphere.
…
"The highest secret of the demon is so mysterious and profound that it reveals the true wonders."
Yang Zhen sighed.
It turned out to be the martial arts from the Four Great Books. These people should be studying the Heavenly Demon Strategy.
He had long heard of the mysteries of the Four Great Books.
But this is the first time I have come into contact with him.
This experience was unforgettable and made him understand the pain of losing a brother.
Yang Zhen felt frustrated, thinking about what Zhou Laotan had said.
Only the old demon's master can save him. The old demon's exact age cannot be determined, but he is probably older than himself.
His master
How can I see it?
There was still a glimmer of hope in my heart, but now it is almost extinguished.
At this moment, Yang Zhen saw a young man on the side of the road looking at him.
Apart from his handsome appearance, this young man was unremarkable and there was no other extra impression on him.
Yang Zhen didn't take the young man's gaze seriously.
There are too many such passers-by in his life.
If everyone stopped, even a hundred years would not be enough.
Zhou Yi looked at Yang Dalongtou's tall and straight back, the crescent-shaped sword, and the flowing long beard.
In addition, I had just heard the sound that shook the whole area from afar, so I guessed what he was going to do.
This cautious leader actually made such a risky move.
To save one man, his brother.
Judging from his current appearance, it seems that he is beyond help.
Zhou Yi saw the figure bending slightly, and then standing straight again after approaching Nanyang City.
Stay away from the charity cemetery and return to Wolonggang in another direction.
Zhou Yi only remembered one thing after returning to Wuzhuang Temple.
"Brother, didn't you say there were ducks?"
"Where?"
The two little Taoist boys were curious and greedy.
Zhou Yi scratched his head in frustration: "The cooked duck flew away."
In Meiwu Lane, Nanyang, Chen Laomou and Bu Tianzhi were drinking and eating duck.
Bu Tianzhi's mouth was full of oil: "You know what, Master Zhou is quite picky, these ducks taste good and are very fat."
"This guy is calculating everything," Chen Laomou said with a smile, "It's not easy to take advantage of him. This time we win."
"For him, I wasted a lot of time."
Bu Tianzhi said: "I am going back to Jiangdu. Next time we meet, please say goodbye for me."
"Um."
"in addition."
Bu Tianzhi looked at Chen Laomou and suddenly raised his glass.
The two of them had a drink.
"Old man Chen, your keen eye really surprised me this time. Our gang has another way out."
Bu Tianzhi said: "For this merit, since you have no children, I will bury you personally after you die. I will find the best coffin and the most skillful chanter, Mr. Chuhei."
"You might as well go directly to Master Zhou Tian."
Chen Laomou laughed: "Isn't it wonderful that the Heavenly Master burns talismans for me?"
"Your wishful thinking, hahahaha!"
The two drank, ate duck, and chatted. The Baling Gang and the Haisha Gang suffered bad luck one after another, and Nanyang was in a good momentum for the Kun Gang.
You will naturally feel happy at this time.
It's just a pity for the guy in Wollongong. The farther the duck flies, the more delicious it tastes.
Thirty days after the Lion King of the Haisha Gang was trimmed by the Great Emperor.
It's another time of sunset and moonrise.
There was a moment of depression in the inner courtyard of the Nanyang Gang, and two figures walked out of the quiet room where Su Yun was seriously injured.
One of them is naturally Yang Zhen.
The other one was a handsome young man with a clear mind, delicate features and rosy lips.
Yang Zhen did not dare to be careless in front of this person:
"Master Qin, even you can't get rid of the poisonous evil?"
The young man's voice was extremely ethereal:
"I have tried my best, but unfortunately our sect's secret techniques are ineffective against poisonous evil spirits. This person's martial arts are even more sinister and evil. He built acupuncture points into acupuncture holes and used the method of nourishing the spirit in the acupuncture points to the extreme. However, he used others as intermediaries to absorb the spirit and energy, turning it into the source of evil and poison."
"Our sect has been passed down for a long time, but I have never heard of this method."
"Just now I used my true Qi to seal his meridians, but the true Qi will eventually run out."
The young man wanted to ask specifically about the person who used the evil skills.
The old man beside him had a look of despair on his face, so he stopped talking and shook his head slightly.
Yang Zhen left the quiet room and came to a courtyard.
He shook his head and looked at the two huge crape myrtle trees on his left and right. The white crape myrtle flowers on the trees were about to wither in this typhoid autumn.
"These two flower trees, the one on the left was planted by Meng Degong, and the one on the right was planted by Su Yun."
"One of them wields a sword in his left hand, the other in his right. When I planted this tree over twenty years ago, I compared myself to these two trees, saying they would guard my door, so that I would feel comfortable when I saw them and at peace when I rested."
Yang Dalongtou was feeling desperate at this moment, and naturally felt sad and lonely.
He held his long beard with his hand, staring at the flowers and trees, lost in thought.
Young Master Qin said, "No matter how beautiful the flowers and trees are, they can never withstand the west wind. When everyone's time comes to an end, they will also be scattered like these petals."
"What Master Qin said is true."
Yang Zhen looked at a falling petal, as if he had made a decision: "Yang is too selfish, always trying to keep my brother, but he has made my brother suffer until now. Alas, I should have obeyed his wishes long ago."
"It seems I am old now, only languishing, and no longer as decisive as I was in my youth."
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At the entrance of Nanyang Gang, Lu Zhong walked out with a helpless look on his face.
Ying Yu and Lu Wuxia had parked the carriage at the door, ready to take Lu Chong back.
"Master, even the masters from Dongdu can't save Master Su?"
Lu Zhong shook his head: "Perhaps this poison is just as the old demon said, no one in the world can cure it."
"The methods used by the Demon Sect old monster are terrifying."
After hearing his father's absolute words and his senior brother sighing, Lu Wuxia felt a little dissatisfied.
"I think it's just that old weirdo bragging!"
Lu Zhong glared at her and said, "What nonsense! If he was just bragging, how could he have stumped so many people?"
"Brother, do you still remember the Ren family?"
"Of course I remember. I will never forget when Old Master Ren broke out of his coffin."
Lu Wuxia said, "That old man Ren also fell victim to this old monster's trick. He seemed to be lucid for a moment at the end. He is a living dead. His situation is even more bizarre than that of Hall Master Su."
"The old monster's method is not invincible."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly exclaimed in surprise and reached out to shake Mr. Lu's arm:
"Dad, maybe, maybe"
"Maybe there is someone who can save Master Su."
Lu Zhong straightened his back: "Who?!"
Lu Wuxia said hurriedly:
"He was the one who appeased Old Master Ren's unusual behavior. Ren Jingfu has always been grateful. He came to see us several times and it was Master Yi. Master Yi mentioned it many times. I think they were both struck by the evil spirit, isn't that the same thing?"
Ying Yu nodded: "Well, Master Yi has been living in seclusion in the city, but he is a strange man who is hard to see through."
A gleam of light flashed in Lu Zhong's eyes, "Follow me!"
He pulled the two of them and rushed back into the heart of the Nanyang Gang.
At this time
Yang Zhen had just finished expressing his feelings and was about to speak to his brother and send him off for the last time.
But unexpectedly, it was interrupted by a burst of hurried footsteps.
Upon closer look, the person coming was actually Lu Chong.
"Brother Lu, what's going on? Is there any trouble?"
Mr. Lu waved his hand and said, "You guys go ahead and talk."
Yang Zhen frowned and stared at Ying Yu and Lu Wuxia.
It would be better for the two of them to be at ease with Lu Zhong when facing the big leader of Nanyang.
But he still repeated word for word what he had just said to Lu Chong.
Yang Zhen had already despaired, because this was a person that even Master Qin could not save.
The old monster from the Demon Sect once said, "The highest secret of the Heavenly Demon is mysterious and profound, revealing the true wonders."
No one in the world can solve it.
However, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Yang Zhen's heart.
No one in the world can solve it, but what about the underworld?
Old Master Ren's resurrection, the aura of evil, the yin and yang flags, the great hermit
Is there really hope?!
"My two dear nephews, where is this Master Yi now?"
Ying Yu pointed to the west, and Lu Wuxia said:
"Wolong Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple."
For some reason, when Yang Zhen heard these six words, he felt as if an electric shock had passed through his body, and it was as if a bolt of thunder had flashed through his mind.
"Wolong Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple."
He repeated it, took a long breath, and had endless thoughts lingering in his mind.
A gleam of light flashed in Yang Zhen's eyes.
This thought finally coalesced into two words, uttered aloud: "Prepare the horses!"
Lu Zhong grabbed Yang Zhen and said:
"Let them go. They are both familiar with Master Yi, so it would be convenient for them to talk to him."
"This kind of out-of-this-world guest has a strange temper. Even if the leader personally invites him, even if you are sincere, he may not buy it. Besides, you don't even know where the temple is."
Yang Zhen nodded:
"Please, my two nephews, please invite the abbot of Wuzhuang Monastery on my behalf."
"Big Dragon Head, let's go now!"
Ying Yu and Lu Wuxia immediately ran out of the door and rode their horses at full speed, regardless of the falling night.
"Big Dragon Head, although this person is an extraordinary person, you can't hold too much hope."
Yang Zhen nodded and said to the jade-faced young man, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Young Master Qin."
Qin Chuan's voice was still as ethereal as before: "This is human nature. Nanyang is the birthplace of dragons, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and there are many extraordinary people."
"I'm also very curious about this Wolong Zhenren who can communicate with yin and yang."
At this time, there was another noise in the quiet room, and Yang Zhen turned and walked in.
Su Yun, the swordsman in his right hand, woke up again, and Yang Zhen had decided to comfort him one last time.
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The moon was above the willows. Ying Yu and Lu Wuxia arrived at Wolonggang, tied their horses at the foot of the mountain, and headed straight for Wuzhuang Temple.
When they approached Wuzhuang Temple, they found that its appearance had changed drastically.
The originally dilapidated Taoist temple is now very exquisite.
Under the beautiful moonlight, you can see the blue-green paintings on the wall pillars and the Daluo Fairy.
There are two stone sculptures at the entrance, depicting cranes with spread wings. The patterns on their feathers are clear and lifelike, as if they are about to fly away.
As they approached, two little Taoist children walked out of the temple.
A man and a woman, one on the left and one on the right, each carrying a lantern.
"My two friends, why are you going up the mountain at night?"
The girl had a clear voice and a faint smile on her face.
Ying Yu and Lu Wuxia looked at each other and felt like they were in the wrong place.
Wuzhuang Temple is just a dilapidated small temple, but the place we are visiting now looks like a Taoist temple.
"We're here to look for someone," Lu Wuxia said. "I wonder if Taoist Master Yi is here?"
Hearing the words "Master Yi", the boy said, "There is only Master Yi here."
"Yes, yes, we are here to find Master Yi."
Before Lu Wuxia could explain, footsteps were heard from inside. A young man walked out, put his hands on the heads of the two little ones at the door, and pushed them away.
"Two heroes, you are visiting me so late at night, are you asking me to do something illegal?"
Seeing an acquaintance, Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh, "But I won't be doing this kind of work these days."
Ying Yu said, "It was Yang Dalongtou who asked us to come and invite you."
Zhou Yi said, "It was Yang Dalongtou who asked me to play the black one."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft~" Lu Wuxia spat three times in a row, "If it's really unlucky, the big dragon head will ask you to save someone, but it's just a try, don't feel burdened."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi had guessed it almost exactly.
"Why doesn't the big dragon head come himself?"
"My father said that strangers shouldn't visit the mountain at night, so only familiar guests can be seen. Master Su's life is hanging by a thread, so he asked us to come here quickly."
Ying Yu continued Lu Wuxia's words and explained why he was suddenly invited.
Zhou Yi paced back and forth in front of the temple.
"I usually don't go down the mountain at night, but since you two friends have invited me, I naturally have to go with you."
"Thank you!"
Ying Yu and Lu Wuxia were overjoyed and expressed their gratitude in unison.
Zhou Yi gave some instructions to the two little Taoist boys and informed Lao Dan, then went down the mountain with them.
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"Mr. Qin, thank you very much!"
In the quiet room, Yang Zhen, Fan Naitang and Meng Degong expressed their gratitude together.
Mr. Lu showed a look of surprise.
He didn't know the origins of this Young Master Qin, but his methods were truly astonishing.
The poison in Su Tang's body has been accumulating for so long that it has become difficult to control.
This kind of magic power is truly horrifying.
If the human body can be maintained in this state all the time, if it continues to be nurtured, what terrifying power it will have.
Therefore
The skills of all the masters of the Nanyang Gang are not enough.
Only the subtle and pure true energy of this Young Master Qin can suppress the poison.
If he hadn't taken action, Master Su would probably have died.
However, this is a method that consumes a lot of true energy. The people of Nanyang Gang are very clear about this and have even greater respect for Master Qin.
"Big Dragon"
Su Yun said from the bed: "After I die, I will be buried under the flower tree on the right. My sword will be inserted there as a tombstone. The sword in my right hand will always be in this courtyard."
Yang Zhen clenched his fists, sighed and nodded.
At this moment, a gust of night wind suddenly blew!
Everyone heard hurried footsteps coming from outside. Ying Yu and Lu Wuxia walked quickly in front, and the manager of the Nanyang Gang was holding a lantern behind to lead the way.
"Big dragon head!"
"Master Yi from Wuzhuang Monastery is here!"
Yang Zhen's expression changed and he rushed out of the quiet room first, followed closely by the ethereal-looking Master Qin.
The evening breeze grew stronger and stronger. Everyone's eyes passed through the courtyard outside the quiet room. Two managers of the Nanyang Gang stopped on both sides of the moon cave.
At this time
The west wind howled under the moon, and the gradually withering crape myrtle flowers fell from the tips of the trees.
A single petal spins lightly, like a butterfly folding its wings, and then several petals chase each other, as if broken brocade follows the flow, swept by the west wind and dancing all over the sky.
It came suddenly like an autumn snow.
The crape myrtles in the courtyard have withered for another year, and the moonlight shines on the empty steps at the beginning of autumn.
An autumn snow falls on the river and lake, and every year it covers the Nanyang Garden. Where are the people who planted trees back then?
A man in a blue shirt, the guest of Sleeping Dragon, came out from the Moon Cave.
The flowers and trees on both sides are like children in the courtyard, teased by the west wind, calling for flower rain to greet them.
This moment.
The young man who suddenly appeared in Yang Zhen's eyes had an immortal appearance, even better than Master Qin.
This celestial-looking and graceful Young Master Qin showed his unusual aura for the first time in Nanyang.
Beneath the slender brows, a pair of eyes with flowing fairy waves passed through the autumn snow in the courtyard and collided with another pair of eyes that shattered the clear light.
A glimpse of beauty, shattered by the rain of flowers
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PS: ('-'*ゞThe leaves have burned out, and there is no time to divide the seventh night of 10,000 words into chapters
(End of this chapter)
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