Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 340 Melting Lake
"The poor monk was just a young monk back then. Although he and the Tianzun Sect lived in the same area of ​​Gyeonggi Province, he had very little contact with him. However, the poor monk heard from the elders in the temple that the martial arts of the Tianzun Sect were actually rejected by the martial arts at that time. The sects are somewhat similar in that they have given up the orthodox way of step-by-step and steady progress in the cultivation of internal strength, and chose the shortcut method of intensive and rapid progress.

Although practicing extreme speed in this way, it will do a lot of damage to oneself, and there are a lot of obsessions. However, the difference between Tianzunjiao and those sects is that its disciples have practiced many times successfully, so they often die at a young age. They have good internal strength, but due to the hidden dangers caused by rapid practice, their personalities are often surly, which is probably the main reason why the Tianzun Sect is domineering and tyrannical.

In addition, because of hidden dangers in the body, they also believe in some appalling crooked sorcery, such as the strong essence in human blood, drinking it can prolong life... Killing people can stimulate their own internal strength to cause a breakthrough in the realm... …etc. "

Zen Master Wu Nu said with a serious expression: "So it is undoubtedly a very correct thing for all the factions to join hands to eradicate the cancer of Tianzun Sect! If they really reappear this time, we must also do it as soon as possible. Destroy them! But instead of dealing with the enemy, you must be careful. I heard from my uncle that their inner strength is weird and different, some are as fierce as tigers, and some are as cold as snakes, but they all have one common characteristic—— —Once it invades the body, it will cause great damage. Moreover, their martial arts moves are also very weird, and they cannot be conjectured with common sense..."

Xue Chang nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Gu Shijing.

"What's wrong?" Gu Shijing glared.

"If there are enemies in a while, it's better for us to be together." Xue Chang said, but he didn't notice the language error.

Gu Shijing blushed slightly, turned her head away, but saw a row of blood-red characters engraved on the stone wall: The front is the important place of the religion, and non-members of the religion are forbidden to enter!
Xue Chang felt that this seemed to be a warning, but more like a bewitchment.

Wang Daoshun shouted from behind: "The maze is ahead."

Xue Chang took a closer look, and soon found the difference: the passage narrowed by nearly half, the floor was no longer paved with blue bricks, but marble, and the sides were no longer stone walls, but embroidered iron plates The pavement was seamlessly laid... When the feet stepped on the marble floor, there was a dull sound of "da da" for a while, and a crisp sound of "empty" for a while, obviously the bottom was empty...

Xue Chang was slightly startled, and immediately reminded: "Master Gu, be careful."

Gu Shijing's expression also became serious.

"Marquis Huayang, don't worry, this section of the maze has been dealt with by Qiqiaomen, so there won't be any danger." Wang Daoshun's voice came from behind.

Xue Chang and Gu Shijing moved forward cautiously with suspicion, and soon they saw a wooden fence in the middle of the road in front of them, and the word "trap" was clearly marked, and then an iron plate on a wall was pried off two times. A block, revealing the destroyed mechanism inside, an iron rod inserted into the floor tiles, a stack of sacks filled with soil blocking a wall... and so on, these destroyed traps are often accompanied by With dark red bloodstains... Xue Chang can imagine the price paid by the martial arts people who investigated before.

After Xue Chang walked for a while, he saw the words "Maze Exit" also prominently marked on the front wall. He turned his head cautiously and asked, "Commander Wang, is the exit here?"

"Yes."

This is a small exit, and a hard rock is placed under it, which is stuck, as if worried that the door will be closed again.

There was a wind blowing in front of the exit, fresh and moist, which lifted Xue Chang's spirit.

After crossing the exit, the passage in front of it soon became the same as before, flat and spacious, except that there were more statues of stone horses, stone sheep, etc. on the side of the road.

After walking for a while, Master Qingsong shouted from the front: "Commander Wang, there are no traps along the way, but there is a lake here, blocking us all here, please come quickly."

"Let's rush over." Xue Chang ran forward when he heard this.

Gu Shijing stomped her feet a few times in anger, she wished she could just go on quietly with Xue Chang.

There were already many people congested on the passage ahead, and dozens of torches illuminated the place extremely brightly.Xue Chang rushed over. Because of his status as a country protector, some martial arts people took the initiative to let out the way. Xue Chang squeezed to the front and took a look, and was immediately surprised: in front of him was a vast underground space. The high dome is covered with grotesque stalactites, and below is a large molten lake, which is as quiet as a large mirror, only the occasional water droplets falling from the dome cause a circle of small ripples, which soon disappear.

Xue Chang carefully observed the wet and slippery cliffs around the lake by the light of the fire, and quickly judged that this was by no means man-made, but the uncanny workmanship of nature. It was like a big upside-down bowl, completely covering the lake Lake, but now everyone is not in the mood to appreciate this mysterious underground beauty, because the lake just blocks their way.

Xue Chang looked towards the opposite bank, where there were a few burning torches scattered there, apparently thrown by the scouts, just to light up the exit, but the lake is about seven or eight feet away, and it is not too easy to cross it easily .

At this time, Wang Daoshun had already arrived. He squatted down, carefully observed the two iron pillars standing on the bank, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that there used to be a bridge here, but it has been demolished now."

"...No, it may not have been dismantled." Zen Master Wunu also held a torch, groping for the rusty iron pillar, and pulled out a small piece of rope residue from the hole in the middle, and gently twisted it with his fingers. , turned into powder: "This should be a cable bridge. If no one maintains it for decades, coupled with the perennial erosion of this moisture, it will eventually break and sink into the water. It is also possible..."

"Let's not waste time discussing whether the bridge was demolished or destroyed by ourselves. Pindao remembers Commander Wang, you have someone bring a rope, so hurry up and build a rope bridge, so we can continue to investigate forward." Patiently urged, since the Wudang faction did not perform well in the martial arts conference, Qingsong Zhenren was active in this underground palace investigation, hoping to improve the bad impression of some courts on the Wudang faction through this.If he came across this subterranean molten lake during the first investigation, although the distance of seven or eight feet is far away, with his cultivation base, he can completely perform lightness kung fu and skim the water, but there are many traps in the maze before, which makes people hard to guard against. Even Zen Master Wu Nu got the idea, so he had to be cautious.The exit on the other side was obscure, and if he was suddenly attacked in mid-air, even if he just fell into the water, it would be extremely embarrassing under the witness of so many martial arts people, so he held back his temper and waited for the follow-up people come.

Wang Daoshun didn't respond immediately, but asked first: "How deep is the water?"

"I tried to test it with a stone just now." Wang Daoshun's acquaintance, Sui Haixin, the head of the Yellow River Water Gang, said first: "The water in this lake is at least three feet deep."

"I also feel that the depth of the water is at least three feet, and the water is very icy cold. Even if you have internal strength, you should not stay in the water for too long." Guo Huaishou also said.

"Who is responsible for carrying the rope?" Wang Daoshun asked back, because he was going to explore the cave, and the rope was necessary just in case.

"It's me." A loud and blunt voice sounded in the passage. The person who spoke was wearing an animal skin skirt, his right arm was naked, his hair was short and thick, and there was a nose ring on his face. A large bundle of ropes stood behind everyone like an iron tower.

"It turned out to be Elder Zhong, thank you for your hard work!" Wang Daoshun recognized the speaker as Zhongluan from Ailao Mountain, and asked with his hands clasped, "I wonder if this rope is long enough? Can we build a rope bridge over this lake?"

"One... is definitely not enough, but it's enough to connect..." Zhong Luan is a foreigner, and he can't speak Chinese fluently, but everyone can understand him. He greeted another martial artist behind him who was carrying a rope, and then He quickly connected the two bundles of ropes together with his hands and feet, put iron hooks on the ends of the ropes, and then unceremoniously ordered everyone to step back, stand on the shore by himself, carefully observe the opposite shore for a while, and then began to slow down Slowly swing the rope hook.

Due to the narrow space in the corridor, it is impossible to swing the rope hook a lot to take advantage of it, so Zhong Luan only swung it a few times, and swung his right arm forward vigorously. Normally, it would fly over the molten lake and shoot straight towards the opposite bank.

Xue Chang could see clearly from behind. When the elder of Ailao Mountain threw the rope hook, he neither used his internal strength nor was able to run up to borrow his strength. He could create such a momentum with his arm strength alone. His hard work is probably not low .

When the rope hook was approaching the opposite bank, it began to fall, and finally wrapped around an iron pillar in the center of the passage on the opposite bank accurately, and wound several times.

Zhong Luan pulled back hard, feeling secure, and began to tie the end of the rope to an iron post on the shore, and soon a rope connected the two banks of the melting lake.

"The rope skills in Ailao Mountain are really powerful." Wang Daoshun praised one sentence, which made some martial arts people secretly slander: it is not just the daily skills of mountaineering and climbing in the mountains, but it is not martial arts, so there is nothing to boast about.

Zhong Luan obviously didn't know how to be modest, so he immediately interjected: "I'm the best at climbing and throwing ropes in the mountain gate. Every time I go hunting, I lead the team. The ropes I bring are longer and thicker than this—"

"Don't talk nonsense, get out of the way when you're done!" Qingsong Daoist said impatiently, with a flick of his right hand, the sleeve of his robe hit Zhong Luan, this majestic man involuntarily took several steps back, covering his shoulder with his hand , looked at Qingsong Daoist who was thinner than him with some fear, and obediently closed his mouth.

"Pindao first go to explore the road." Master Qingsong said, and stepped on the rope with a light jump. In fact, his figure was also burly, but the rope did not shake after he stood on it.

(End of this chapter)