One sword cuts through the nine heavens

Wang Chong was also very surprised. It was rare for Yan Tianzhu to be so considerate. He followed the instructions and walked not far, and he saw a desolate and ruined temple.

I don’t know when this ruined temple was built. Only one main hall is still intact, and all the other buildings have collapsed. There have been no monks to worship it for at least several decades.

Wang Chong was too lazy to clean. He just flicked his sleeves and cleared the dust in the area in front of the Buddha statue with a burst of energy. Then he sat on the ground and planned to practice the Seven-Two Refining Technique until dawn.

He meditated for two or three hours. It was already at the zenith of the moon when he suddenly heard the noise outside the temple.

Wang Chong still flicked his sleeves and robes, and a surge of pure Yang internal energy ignited a broken altar table in the hall.

He was very satisfied with his skill.

Wang Chong has now practiced the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve regular meridians many times, changing the internal force and mental methods. It does not take much time to penetrate the meridians each time.

Although it is still not possible to change the mind at the first thought, it is no longer a problem to change the true energy of one or two meridians between breaths.

Wang Chong just now transformed 10% or 20% of his skill into Yuanyang Qi, and lit up the altar table with the fierceness of Yuanyang Qi.

After lighting the altar table, Wang Chong's zhenqi transformed into Qi Er's form refining zhenqi. The whole process was like flowing clouds and flowing water, following his own will.

A fire suddenly lit up in the hall, and the noisy people outside suddenly fell silent.

Not long after, a round, plump, rather amiable middle-aged man in brocade clothes walked in.

He had a sword on his waist and a lantern in his hand. When he saw Wang Chong, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked kindly: "I'm patrolling in Xia'an, and I brought my family members to pass by. I missed my place to stay. I wonder if I can stay here for one night?"

Wang Chong nodded slightly and said, "I'm just passing by. Sir, you can do what you want and don't worry about me."

An Xunyou is a man with steady steps and good martial arts, but it is obvious at a glance that he is not proficient in magic. Wang Chong will naturally not care about it and just make it easier for him.

An Xunyou walked out with a lantern, and not long after, he came in with a beautiful young woman on her arm. The young woman also brought two children, one was a cute little girl of seven or eight years old, and the other was a naive boy of four or five years old. Cute boy.

The two of them were accompanied by seven or eight healthy servants and an old family member. The old family member entered the ruined temple, frowned slightly, and gave a few instructions in a low voice. Several healthy servants immediately started to take action, with half a stick of incense. , I cleaned up this dilapidated temple a lot.

Although it's not completely new, at least there's no dust left.

The old man then spread out a thick blanket and invited his wife and the two young masters to sit down and rest. An Xunyou smiled and invited: "Young master, come and sit together too!"

The old man frowned slightly, obviously not wanting Wang Chong to sit with him. Wang Chong was dusty on the road and could not be said to be clean, but he obviously abided by the rules of being a servant and did not say much in front of his master.

Wang Chong laughed and said, "No, no, no! I see that Brother An has a majestic appearance and steady steps. He dares to take his family on the road at night, but he doesn't have the aura of a Jianghu man. Could he be a military attache of the imperial court?"

An Xunyou looked slightly embarrassed, but his family members rushed to speak and said, "Our young master does not know martial arts, and we are not officials, but the young master has admitted his mistake."

An Xunyou's wife also secretly tugged on his clothes. The rather amiable middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, which was regarded as acquiescing to his family's statement.

Wang Chong didn't say much. Since the other party refused to admit it, he didn't have any troublesome thoughts.

There is a smell of blood in this group of people. They must have just been in a fight. Especially An Xunyou and his wife, there is quite a bit of dust on them. Don't look at An Xunyou's wife who is timid and timid. She is very beautiful, but her martial arts skills She should still be above her husband.

Wang Chong traveled alone this time, bringing only a small jade gourd containing the Star Dou Liyan Sword given by his master Ling Suer, and nothing else.

If he thought about it, as long as he rushed to Yangzhou City, he could get back the two underworld snakes, Yuanyang Sword, Taihao Ring, and other things. Any other things around him would be redundant.

Wang Chong didn't even have a salute on his body, and he didn't even have a package. An Xunyou had a rough temper, so he didn't notice anything strange. However, his family and his wife had long noticed that Wang Chong behaved strangely. Their family was in troubled times. , I dare not get involved with such "strange people and strangers".

An Xunyou was quite talkative, chatting with Wang Chong from time to time.

Wang Chong did not refuse people thousands of miles away. He was rich in knowledge, and he was a fairy. He had a wide range of knowledge. He could say a few words about all kinds of strange and interesting things, including poems and books. Jinxiu and An Xunyou chatted quite agreeably.

This rather kind middle-aged man suddenly asked: "Mr. Tang! Do you think... are there really gods in this world?"

Wang Chong couldn't help but was stunned and asked: "Brother An, why do you ask this?"

An Xunyou said a little unfairly: "If there are gods in the world and they have magical power, why don't they help the world? All living beings are suffering. Even ordinary people like me know that gods have magic power. How can they not know about it? How can they not see it? Why do we just sit back and watch all the bad things happen in the world, but there are no traces of them?”

Wang Chong knew that cultivators were rare among ordinary people. Practitioners either avoided the ordinary people and lived in seclusion in famous mountains and rivers and overseas islands, or they blended in with the rolling world of mortals, blending in with the light and dust, so as not to let the common people see the clues.

But since he was born and can remember, he has been observing the mind of heaven, so he has never experienced earthly life.

Although Tianxin Guan is a low-end sect, it is still a cultivation sect after all. Wang Chong wants to get in touch with practitioners of good and evil sects, which is far easier than Yanbei people, Shang Wenli and other great martial arts masters, and it is far beyond ordinary people, so this He really has never thought about the thoughts of ordinary people.

Wang Chong was stunned for a while and then said: "I'm not a god, so I don't know what the gods think, but... in their eyes, we mortals are like ants. We are too humble, so we don't care."

This is not Wang Chong's idea, but the orthodox concept of the Demon Sect.

The people of the demon sect only want to achieve the status of a demon and have boundless magic power. All their goals are directed towards spiritual practice. How can they care about the birth, old age, illness, death, suffering, illness and old age of ordinary people?

Even Wang Chong himself has always thought about it, and what he has never forgotten is how to steal the superior skills of other sects, get rid of the Tianxin concept of his own origin, and cultivate the Tiangang Dayan.

Wang Chong is a pragmatic person. He was born in Tianxin Guan. It is not easy to break through Tiangang. His achievements in Dayan are already comparable to those of the ancestors. He has never thought about what will happen after Dayan.

An Xunyou chuckled and said, "Yes, I just thought too much and made Brother Tang laugh."

Wang Chong also smiled and replied: "I also want to know what those gods are thinking, but they are not as deep as Brother An."