Can Shizun attack once?

Cen Shuangluo is a careful person, he did not forget to take the flute with him when he left.

He forged the flute and clothes based on Ning Chengying's clothes in his dream. He has seven sets of such clothes, all of which were made by imitating the clothes of Ying Wushou's disciple.

Of course, the clothes of Ying Wushou's disciples are full of precious brilliance, and they are all vestments that integrate offense and defense, and their value is beyond what ordinary money can measure.Ning Chengying's clothes were custom-made and only imitated the style.

He has a storage belt, and he puts his clothes and weapons into the belt on weekdays, so he can use it whenever he wants.

When he met Ying Wushou a few days ago, he took out Ning Chengying's clothes casually, and changed into a place where no one was around.

After he turned into a monster, the storage belt also changed into a silver-white snake-scale belt.

This belt was found under Cen Shuangluo when the monk picked it up.When the Cen family told him his life experience, they returned the belt to him and asked him to take it to find his biological parents.

After leaving the small town, Cen Shuangluo wore that belt day and night. After he started to practice and learned how to use zhenqi, one day his silver tael suddenly disappeared and then appeared suddenly. After searching for a long time, he found that the silver tael was hidden in his belt up.

At that time, he managed to earn a sum of money, and he was afraid of losing the silver taels, thinking that it would be great if the silver taels could be hidden.

At this time, the storage belt sensed his strength and automatically stored the silver taels.Afterwards, Cen Shuangluo found that the money was lost, and when he was looking for it anxiously, the belt followed his will and spit out the money.

Only after that did Cen Shuangluo realize that the belt turned out to be a treasure.

At that time, he was holding the belt, thinking that if his parents could put the treasure beside him, they must have abandoned him for no other reason. As long as he tried hard to find it, he would find his family one day.

Now he turned into a monster that looked like a snake but not a snake, or a dragon but not a dragon. When he looked at this belt again, he realized that it might not have been left to him by his parents.

The color of the belt is the same as the scales on his body, which may be a layer of skin he shed.

After Cen Shuangluo ate all the way to the Jindan stage, a way to change his appearance appeared in his mind.

This is the same as the spell he used to turn the white bones into frosty bones before, and the spell to become fully transparent in the grass. No one taught him, but it just appeared in his mind suddenly, and it will naturally happen when he reaches a certain level of skill.

Like him, the snake-scale belt can be freely transformed into various styles of belts. Cen Shuangluo usually wears it as an ordinary belt on his body.

When leaving the grass, Cen Shuangluo had a thought, and the clothes and flute that fell in the grass were naturally put into the snake-scale belt. He bit the transparent belt and left.

This is probably the power of the monster, Cen Shuangluo sighed faintly.

He looked at the width and length of the snake-scale belt, and imagined what he looked like before, probably the size of a small snake that could be wrapped around Ying Wuchou's waist.

Ying Wuchou... Thinking of this name, Cen Shuangluo felt a faint pain in his heart.

At this time, Ying Wuchou should have woken up and joined Ning Chengying. As soon as the master and apprentice communicated, they should know that Ning Chengying who accompanied him before was a fake.

Ying Wuchou would probably hate him as a monster with ulterior motives, Cen Shuangluo felt sad for a while.

He indulged himself to be lost for a while, that is, a quarter of an hour, then regained his composure and thought about what he should do next.

He always maintained the appearance of Ning Chengying, and Ying Wuchou was a blind man, so he obviously didn't know his appearance, let alone the sight of him turning into a silver monster.

Ying Wuchou only knew that there was someone pretending to be Ning Chengying, but she didn't know who it was.

In the future, even if he meets Ying Wushou by chance and passes him by, Ying Wushou will not know that this person is the one who lied to him.

Thinking of this, Cen Shuangluo's mood improved a lot.

As for Ning Chengying, his hatred towards him was entirely because of Ying Wushou's death.Now Ying Wuchou should have been healed by the scales he took out, so there must be no reason to kill him.

Ying Wushou didn't die, he was such a good person, with Ning Chengying under his control, the future army of corpse puppets would not appear.

After thinking about it for a while, Cen Shuangluo found that the enmity between him and Ning Chengying seemed to have disappeared.

Before Ning Chengying refined the army of corpse puppets, the living corpses in the village were all villains who should have been executed, and they didn't seem to have done anything harmful.Cen Shuangluo had no reason to kill Ning Chengying.

"As long as he doesn't do bad things in the future, I won't go looking for him." Cen Shuangluo secretly made up his mind.

He took out Ning Chengying's clothes and flute from the snake-scale belt, and whipped these two things fiercely with his tail, and they immediately turned into fly ash and disappeared without a trace.

From now on, he will never pretend to be Ning Chengying again.

As for Ying Wuchou...they might still have a deal.

Cen Shuangluo's knowledge of cultivation was extremely lacking, and his understanding of cultivation was obtained from fragments of dreams.

In addition, when scrambling for heaven, material and earth treasures, he will also meet some cultivators.If these people appeared in groups, Cen Shuangluo would knock out the one who was alone, strip off his clothes and look like him, mix with the practitioners, chat with them, and learn some knowledge about cultivation.

He knew that cultivators have several realms: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Distraction, Boundary Void, Mahayana, and Ascension. Different types of cultivators have different names, which basically correspond to these realms.

Cen Shuangluo didn't seem to have gone through the stage of refining qi, since he had a fever and dreamed, he would draw qi into his body, and the use of zhen qi was as natural as walking and eating, it was an instinct.

Through chatting with those cultivators, he realized that his foundation building period was extremely easy.

Others have been cultivating for decades, have experienced a near-death disaster, and have to take the Foundation Establishment Pill to barely establish a foundation.If the mood is unstable, there may be hidden dangers.

And his foundation building seemed to be bought in exchange for eating grass. He casually grabbed a few ginseng, ganoderma and vermilion fruits and swallowed them, and he easily built his foundation.

After the cultivator builds the foundation, his appearance will not change, and he will not grow old until the five declines of heaven and man, and his life span is approaching.Or advance to the Nascent Soul stage, and with the help of the power of forming a Nascent Soul, I Ching can restore youth or become a more mature and stable appearance.

But Cen Shuangluo established his foundation at the age of 16, but he didn't stop growing in the next two years. He grew an inch and a half taller and became much more mature, only a little shorter than Ying Wuchou.

At that time, he guessed that it might be that his cultivation method was wrong, and his foundation building was wrong, and he would be able to recover in the Nascent Soul Stage.

So he worked harder to grab the elixir, striving to be promoted to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.

Now that I think about it, foundation building is a state that has nothing to do with the mental method. As long as the foundation is established, the nature of the foundation will not be changed because of the difference in the mental method.

The reason why he can still grow after the establishment of the foundation is probably because he is a monster, not a human being, and cannot be measured by the standards of a human cultivator.

Cen Shuang lay by the lake, looking at her own reflection in the lake, feeling very sad.

Even so, he still has to become stronger, to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, and to survive.

The silver pupils formed a thin line, showing Cen Shuangluo's firmness.

All things are born in nature, and under the Dao of Heaven, all living beings are equal.Starting from the path of self-cultivation, all races are going against the sky, regardless of high or low!

Cen Shuangluo stared squarely at the silver dragon in the reflection of the lake, facing the fact that he was not human.

When he decided to face himself, his body sank suddenly, the scales turned into skin, the short claws became slender arms, and the snake tail separated into two straight legs.

He became human again.

Seeing that he had become the same race as Ying Wushou again, Cen Shuangluo felt joy in his heart.It was as if he had returned to Tibetan Valley, back to that carefree era, the simple and happy mood when he saw the sleeping person in the hut.

Cen Shuangluo changed when he was awake, he remembered this feeling, tried a few more times, and was able to freely transform between the original form and the human form.

He studied it and realized that as long as he wasn't injured and his body wasn't too weak, he could retain his human form.

The original form is a kind of protection for him, only when he is too weak, will he uncontrollably transform into the original form.In his original form, his vitality is extremely strong, as long as he takes a good rest, he will recover soon.

Monsters are also better than monsters, at least they can survive better.

Cen Shuangluo clenched his fists.

He has already figured out how to advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

That is to go to the Mengjing royal family, find an important treasure, and use its power to promote the Nascent Soul!

Thinking of going to Mengjing, Cen Shuangluo took out a white dress and put it on.

This dress is different from the usual style, it is quite loose and elegant, and I always feel that there is a kind of fairy air surrounding my body.

There are a few auspicious clouds embroidered on the clothes, and there is a bunch of white hair around the cuffs and waist, which is said to be the remnant of the ancient mythical beast Bai Ze.

Of course Cen Shuangluo couldn't find Bai Ze's fur, so he got some wool to make up for it.

The weapon that goes with this dress is a writing brush with a piece of red tassel tied to the end. This brush is a top-level magic weapon that can write without ink.

Naturally, Cen Shuangluo's forged pen did not have this effect, it was just for appearance.

He rubbed his face, and his body and appearance began to change. He became a handsome young man who was born elegantly, wore a scarf, looked young but seemed to hide infinite wisdom.

Cen Shuangluo looked at the lake, recalling everything he saw in his dream, and rubbed his hands on his neck and collarbone, two moles appeared.

In this way, it is exactly the same as Xuanyuanze, the national teacher of Mengjing.

Cen Shuangluo was able to prepare this suit of clothes, naturally because Xuanyuanze was Ying Wuchou's fifth disciple.

Similarly, Xuanyuanze is also the fifth prince of the Mengjing royal family.

According to legend, he is the most promising person to inherit the throne. For unknown reasons, Fuchen Sanren Ying Wuchou, who wanders in Mengjing, takes a fancy to him and accepts him as the fifth disciple.

What's interesting is that Xuanyuanze was originally the sixth to worship under Ying Wuchou's sect. Because he was ranked fifth in the royal family, Ying Wuchou willfully changed his position with the real fifth disciple, who should have been the sixth disciple. The disciple Xuanyuan Ze became the fifth disciple.

Thinking of this, Cen Shuangluo couldn't help but smile, Ying Wuchou looked at the clouds and the wind, and didn't care about surprises, let alone the sight of others.But in some places, he is really childish, how can he mess up the seniority of the master for such reasons.

But after thinking about it, this just proves that Ying Wuchou is a loose person like floating clouds, and the rules of the world are nothing but empty talk in front of him.

Mengjing City is different from other small villages and towns in that it is run by cultivators.

The Xuanyuan royal family has been passed down from ancient times, and the family lineage has not been cut off due to time, but has been handed down all the time, and he regards himself as the emperor, protecting the weak human race in the era of rampant monsters in ancient times.

Since then, all the emperors of the human race came from the Xuanyuan clan.

Because the lifespan of a cultivator is far beyond human imagination, the Xuanyuan clan has a rule that no matter who is the emperor, it cannot exceed 50 years.If he is promoted to the Nascent Soul stage within these 50 years, he will also create the illusion of illness and death, and abdicate to the virtuous.

Under the governance of the Xuanyuan clan, the human race prospered and protected ordinary people in several battles between righteousness and evil. Most of the human race were not affected by the battles of cultivators.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Xuanyuan royal family that the Kyushu Continent has evolved into such a peaceful state where all races coexist and do not interfere with each other.

However, in Cen Shuangluo's dream, the appearance of Xuanyuan Ze broke this balance.

This elegant and quiet prince is a complete lunatic.

He slaughtered the Xuanyuan royal family, took a bone from each clansman, took a total of 205 bones, and pieced together a human bone.

This human bone is only missing the bone of the Tianling cover, so it is a complete bone, but for some unknown reason, Xuanyuan Ze wanted to take Cen Shuangluo Tianling to cover that bone.

In the dream, Xuanyuanze stepped on the auspicious clouds, drawing countless monsters in the "Shan Hai Jing" in the air with the finishing touch pen in his hand, and gave them life.

Cen Shuangluo was surrounded by monsters and fought until exhausted.

And Xuanyuan Ze took advantage of Cen Shuangluo's weakness, and came to him, waving the finishing touch pen, leaving Cen Shuangluo dazed for a while with Bai Ze's legacy on the cuff.

With just this moment of absence, Xuanyuan Ze's pen pierced deeply into the top of Cen Shuangluo's head.

"For the sake of Master, I have searched all over the world for bones, but you are the only one missing." Xuanyuan Ze's expression was still calm, only a streak of blood on his face made his elegant face a bit more ferocious.

He smiled and said, "It just so happens that you also owe Master, don't you?"

Cen Shuangluo fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string. In the last scene of the dream, Xuanyuanze's hands were covered in blood, holding a silver skull in his palm!

Every time he came here, Cen Shuangluo would wake up covered in sweat, shivering from the cruel scene in his dream.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the top of his head. If it was the original shape, this should be exactly where the horn was about to grow.

Did Xuanyuan Ze take his skull because of his horns?

Thinking of this dream, Cen Shuangluo's eyes gradually became firmer.

No matter what, he must survive and must not be killed by Xuanyuan Ze.

Even if he wanted to kill Ying Wuchou's other disciple because of this, he would not stop!

He chose to pretend to be Xuanyuanze because Xuanyuanze was often not in Mengjing City at this time in order to find medicine for Ying Wuchou's treatment.

Xuanyuanze's position in the royal family is aloof, he comes and goes without a trace, never reports to the family, often appears suddenly, and suddenly news, no one can find out his whereabouts.

Pretending to be Xuanyuanze, he can successfully sneak into the Xuanyuan royal family, swallow the treasures he wants, and advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

Among Ying Wushou's disciples, only Ning Chengying, who is the youngest and the latest to start, has not yet advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, and the rest have already entered the ranks of masters in the cultivation world, enough to start a sect.

If Cen Shuangluo hadn't been promoted to Nascent Soul, he would have no power to fight against Xuanyuan Ze.

There are so many masters in Mengjing, and the strength of the Xuanyuan royal family is even stronger than that of the cultivators. It is extremely dangerous to go to Mengjing.

However, even if he took the risk with his own body, he must have sufficient strength.

For so many years, Cen Shuangluo survived the dangers like this, and survived year after year.

But you can't go to Mengjing in this appearance, you need to sneak into Mengjing secretly, pretend to be a guard of the imperial city, and wait until Xuanyuanze has left, and then change into his appearance to steal treasures.

Cen Shuangluo took out some herbs from his storage belt, which he usually picked near the elixir when he was hunting treasures.

The place where the elixir grows is often accompanied by some precious herbs. Cen Shuangluo knew that these herbs could cure diseases, so he started a business as a drug dealer, earning money by selling medicines.

His medicines are sold in towns and cities all over Kyushu, and he obtained the identity certificate of a certain town with a hundred-year-old ginseng, as well as a guide to sell medicines in various places.

Mengjing City is heavily guarded, and the outer perimeter array can block all masters below Distraction. With Cen Shuangluo's current strength, he can't force his way in, so he can only take the normal way.

He put on an ordinary gray cloth dress, his face gradually matured, and he turned into a short man in his 30s, and he went to Mengjing with a medicine basket on his back.

At the same time, the limping Ying Wushou slowly opened his eyes.

After breaking Cen's family's legs, Ying Wuchou tried to communicate with the world.

His "eyes" have returned to their original positions. As long as he has enough skill, he can see all over the land of Kyushu at a glance, and everything in the world cannot escape his eyes.

It's a pity that his scale armor has only recovered one-seventh, and his skill is only less than [-]% of before. It is really difficult to see the land of Kyushu at one time.

For more than ten days, he kept changing locations and traveled all over the land of Kyushu, but he still couldn't find the love dragon in his dream.

Cen Shuangluo was able to pretend to be Ning Chengying, and maybe he could also take on the appearance of other people. This might be a racial talent he was born with.

If he turned into an ordinary person and walked into the crowd, it would be impossible for Ren Yingwuchou to find him even with his supernatural powers.

What's more, Ying Wuchou only knew what Cen Shuangluo looked like in Tengjiao form, but he didn't know what Cen Shuangluo looked like, even if he saw him in person, he might not recognize him.

It's impossible to go on like this, in a few days, his leg will be healed, how can he enjoy Cen Shuangluo's support!

Thinking of this, Ying Wuchou felt angry from her chest, smashed her leg, and broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

He must find Cen Shuangluo within these hundred days.

For this reason, Ying Wuchou decided to retrieve the second scale armor, his "ear".

The location of this scale armor...

Ying Wuchou recalled it, and remembered that he seemed to have hidden the scale armor near Mengjing.

He wanted to know at that time, after his scales were fully integrated into the spirit veins, could he snatch the dragon veins of the Xuanyuan royal family and cultivate a new royal family.

The Xuanyuan royal family has existed for too long, and some regulations are obscenely obsolete. Ying Wuchou also wants to support other cultivation families.

But now it is more important to regain strength and look for Cen Shuangluo. Ying Wuchou limped to Mengjing City with a cane made of frosty white bones.

The author has something to say:

Ying Wuchou: I want to break my leg again, but the [-]-day punishment is the principle and cannot be changed.

Cen Shuangluo: ...I feel distressed but I don't want to feel distressed.