My life of martial arts training

Half an hour later.

Two rays of light rushed from the horizon,

and the light dissipated, revealing two Taoists with immortal appearance.

The one on the left was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with flowing clothes, a simple bun on his head, fixed with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of white hair hanging from his temples. His face had clear contours and distinct lines, and his eyebrows revealed a sense of calmness and wisdom.

He looked at the forest below and frowned slightly: "It should be the Xuanyuan Divine Chicken, but who is it chasing after that it actually casts the seven-color mysterious light."

"Master Cuixuan, why don't you use [Daoxuan Tong] to check?" A Kun Taoist in a simple Taoist robe suggested.

She held a whisk in her hand, and the collar and cuffs of the Taoist robe were embroidered with fine cloud patterns. She wore a black belt around her waist, with a delicate face and high hair.

This Kun Taoist was the local power, the master of Cangyun Temple, Canglanzi.

Cui Xuan pondered for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered:

"Three states as the base, six lands as the eyes, nine heavens as the curtain. Today, Cui Xuan, a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, is granted the [Shangqing Five Thunder Sutra], and wants to use the 'Daoxuan pupil' to understand the truth!"

A palm-sized jade plate flashing with lightning appeared. The jade plate trembled slightly, and then a blue light burst out and rushed straight into the sky.

Buzz...

The sky rippled, and a ball of light turned from virtual to real and landed in front of the two.

Cui Xuan's consciousness entered the ball of light, and his eyes replayed the scenes that had happened before.

After a while.

He frowned slightly, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"Master Cui Xuan, what was the result?" Canglanzi asked.

"It was a few warriors who sneaked in from Kunlingzhou. They must have accidentally angered the Xuanyuan Divine Chicken and were chased here by it." Cui Xuan said.

"Two of the warriors seemed to have used precious teleportation talismans to escape the pursuit, and another one seemed to be a Zhiyang warrior, but he was in the process of breaking through the barrier and was under the attention of "God's Will". The formation could not be seen clearly, but the result should be that he fell."

"But what puzzles me is that Xuanyuan Divine Chicken was willing to kill this Zhiyang warrior at the cost of serious damage. What is so special about him?"

"Could it be revenge for killing his son?" Canglanzi asked.

"No, Xuanyuan Divine Chicken has many descendants, so it is impossible for it to do so." Cuixuan shook his head and said;

"No matter how special the other party is, but the death of the person will disappear, and I have something important to do, so there is no need to investigate this matter further."

As for not dying? There is basically no possibility.

Not to mention the horror of self-immolation, the other party could not survive just because it was Xuanyuan Divine Chicken.

"Yes." Although Canglanzi wanted to continue investigating, he did not dare to disobey Cuixuan and bowed.

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Dinglingling....

In the woods with mottled light and shadow, two donkey carts were moving slowly on the wide dirt road.

An old man with a slightly fat body, sallow skin, and a tattered yellow Taoist robe, half-lying on the donkey cart, humming an inexplicable ballad.

"Master, my stomach hurts and I want to poop." A 14-15 year old boy, thin and sallow, covered his stomach, trotted forward, and said hurriedly.

"Lazy people have a lot of shit and urine, go quickly." The old man waved his hand, looking impatient.

"Master, paper..." The boy's face changed slightly, and he slapped his butt a few times, tightening his legs.

"There are so many 'papers' in the forest, and you still want to waste the ones you bought?" The old man glared fiercely.

The boy had no choice but to cover his stomach with one hand and his butt with the other, tighten his legs, and walk into the forest next to him.

A man and a woman watched the scene next to the donkey cart at the back. The man whispered, "Master is getting more and more stingy now. He even hides a few pieces of paper."

"Brother, be careful that the master hears you." The woman, who had a pretty face and wore a green dress, smiled.

"Hmph, the apprentices nowadays are getting less and less thrifty." The old man lay down again, looking unhappy.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream, and then the boy ran out in fear without even putting on his pants.

"What's wrong?" The old man suddenly got up and jumped off the donkey cart.

"Master...Master, there's someone." The boy said nervously.

"Bang!"

The old man knocked on the boy's head and scolded, "You shouted so loudly, and I thought it was a white ghost. Isn't it just a person? Is it scarier than a ghost?"

"Compared to that person, the white ghost is considered 'handsome'." The boy said aggrievedly.

"Master, go and have a look."

Although the old man spoke carelessly, he was extremely vigilant in his heart and walked over carefully.

Ghosts don't look as good as humans, but sometimes, human hearts are more vicious than ghosts!

When the old man lifted the vegetation and saw the situation inside, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and his scalp was numb.

He saw a horrible corpse lying on the ground.

The lower half of the face of the 'corpse' was skinless, and the scarlet flesh and white tendons could be seen clearly. A large piece of meat was cut off from the abdomen, leaving only a thin layer of flesh and blood, and the wriggling internal organs could be vaguely seen.

Several black ants were gnawing on the thin layer of flesh and blood.

What shocked him most was that this man was so seriously injured, but he was not dead yet, and his chest rose and fell slowly, as if he was asleep.

"Should I save him? Or pretend not to see it?"

The old man's eyes showed hesitation. This person was still alive, proving that his strength was absolutely terrifying. If he was a good person, it would be fine. If he was a bad person, his team might...

But after hesitating for a moment, the old man shook his head and sighed: "Alas, I hate to see people die without helping."

After that, he suppressed the shock in his heart and helped the seriously injured man up.

"Little Junior Brother, what did you see?" asked the older man.

"Senior Brother, that man is too scary, even more ferocious than the last White Walker." The young man swallowed his saliva, and the fear in his eyes never dissipated.

"Master has been gone for so long, I hope he will be fine." The woman looked at the forest with a worried look.

"It shouldn't be..." Before the man finished speaking, he saw the slightly fat old man carrying a person out of the forest.

"Master, you...how did you carry the body out?" The young man said in fear.

"This person is still alive, what are you doing, why don't you come and help me quickly." The old man said angrily. The weight of this seriously injured person is heavier than he imagined, at least six or seven hundred pounds. If he hadn't practiced a few moves, he might not be able to carry the other person.

"It's... it's like this, and he's still alive?" The young man said in shock.

A man and a woman stepped forward and helped the seriously injured man onto the cart.

The two of them looked at this and couldn't help but take a breath.

"Master, this person's origin is unknown, and he is very powerful. What if..." The man said solemnly.

"Don't worry, I can calm him down." The old man waved his hand and said;

"Qingqing, check his injuries."