Taoist Huang Ting

Chapter 621

After three months.

North cold snowy area.

In a winding mountain range, Lu Qingfeng held a green bamboo stick in his hand and walked deep.

Outside the sky.

The four profound lights suddenly appeared, without stagnation, and directly plunged into Lu Qingfeng's body.

The devil returned.

"There are nine days of scattered people sitting in Lingnan. As long as they don't enter Dahao and Dameng, even Maoshan Dao and Shenxiao Sect headmaster are not necessarily the opponents of this Dao brother."

Lu Qingfeng smiled.

Three months ago.

He and Jiutian Sanren came out of the desolate stream, and the latter went west to Lingnan. Fly all the way to Lingnan a month ago.

The speed was more than one month faster than Lu Qingfeng and Lin Ye.

However, at that time, Lu Qingfeng was trying to find Lin Ye, and Lin Ye flew away with the fairy weapon, and his speed was limited.

This time Lu Qingfeng was alone, and after separating from Jiutian Sanren, a ‘five ghosts carrying Dafa’ from the middle of the southern part of the Four Sage Immortal Realm, crossed the Black Sea and Gang Feng, thunder and fire, and reached the North Cold Snow Region.

Time-consuming is not a flash.

The power of the great supernatural power is incomparable to Jiutian Sanren.

"Three months."

"Finally found it."

Lu Qingfeng ran through the northern cold snow region for three months, but he was still not sure where Zhang Yang was. On this day, the four demon gods who had guarded Lingnan returned, and Lu Qingfeng also happened to be looking for them.

In the dense forest.

When Lu Qingfeng strode forward, he saw two bottomless pools on the top of the mountain. The water was rippling and not freezing.

One of them was dark and unreal, and there was no breath leaking. But the other sip is full of immortal spirits, and a mortal can live a hundred years with one sip. Even if a monk drank it, he could still improve his cultivation.

Such a treasure is displayed in the outside.

Only on one side, someone opened a cave, and two monks were meditating in the cave. Lu Qingfeng glanced at it casually, and at a glance, he could tell that these two monks were just golden core cultivation bases.

"Wearing a peach blossom shirt, this is a Peach Foil Sword Sect monk."

Lu Qingfeng thought about it, and was about to use his methods to capture the two of them, but suddenly he turned his head and looked down the mountain.

But I saw shouting, beating and scolding in the dense forest.

Two monks who also wore peach blossom gowns, burly figures and full-faced men, came along like a vicious spirit. Among the two, seventeen or eight were chained to their hands and feet, and a chain of monks was dragged by the two, staggering and stumbling a bit miserable.

Watch its breath.

Most of them have evil spirits, hostility, and evil intentions, which are obviously not good. Even if he became a prisoner at the moment, there was still a lot of curse. Only when the two monks who were escorted drew two whips severely, would they tremble all over and be honest for a while.

But not long.

The pain receded, and he scolded again.

The two fierce gods did not hesitate to beat them, pushing these "prisoners" onto the mountain. In guarding the cave, two Jindan guards had already greeted them.

One of them held the pen and signed the book, and the other held the pen and signed, and smiled at the two ferocious gods, "Two brothers are working hard. Our two brothers have prepared peach blossom tea. When the evil repairs are released, we invite the brothers to rest. Go to the cold."

"Haha!"

"The two juniors are polite."

These two ferocious gods treated the monks extremely viciously, but they grinned when they saw their brothers. It's just that after all, the long stubbornness makes it even more permeating when he laughs.

No one cares.

One of the ferocious monks took out a volume of jade book from his arms and handed it to the guard of the golden core, who was holding the pen and book. The guard of the golden core smiled and took it, then licked the tip of the wolf's pen and transcribed it in the book while singing and drinking— —

"Xuanguishan Changmaodong Sanxiu Wu Gai, cultivation base: Judgment state, good at spells: Yiqi Yunyan."

"The demon monk of the Kutuo Mountain Jialan Temple does not kill the monk. The cultivation base is: Real Pill Realm, and he is good at spells: God and Demon Handprint."

"Lanjiang Water Demon Green Snake Taoist, cultivation base: Golden Core Realm, good at spells: water wheel."

"Nakasu Ghost Town..."

...

There are a total of 18 evil cultivators, including demons, Taoism, and monks.

As one person sang and drank the record book, another Jindan guard was also struggling to write and write, slapped golden bamboo sticks in his hand, and fell on Xie Xiu's eyebrows.

For each person recorded, one person is signed.

The two fierce gods raised their whips, lashed at Xie Xiu fiercely, flew out, and plunged into the dark and breathless bite in the two pools.

Xie Xiu screamed ‘ahhh’, and instantly sank and no longer made a sound.

"This pool—"

When Lu Qingfeng saw this, there was a strange color in his eyes. Wandering to the edge of the pool, looking at it, I saw that the water in the pool was heavy, and with his way, it was difficult to detect his spiritual consciousness.

Just throw a leaf down.

Fallen leaves sink when they see water, if they weigh a thousand catties.

"Somewhat like the water of the Black Sea."

"But it's more like the legendary weak water."

There is water in the north of Kunlun, and its power cannot beat mustard, hence the name weak water.

Although weak water is rare in the Earth Immortal Realm, Lu Qingfeng has also heard of it.

Such as Tianhe guarded by the Arctic Canopy Marshal. Another example is the so-called ‘eight hundred quicksand world, three thousand weak water depth. The goose feathers can't float, and the reed flowers settle down on the Liusha River.

I didn't expect to see this legendary weak water in the Northern Cold Snow Region.

"Yes."

"The Black Sea between the Four Sage Immortal Territory and the Humane Law Territory, and the Arctic Snow Region and the Four Sage Immortal Territory has a somewhat weak water characteristic. It may be caused by the weak water."

Lu Qingfeng stood up.

Watching the four Peach Blossom Sword Sect monks throw all eighteen evil cultivators into this weak pool, and they were about to return to the Dong Mansion to drink tea to drive away the cold, Lu Qingfeng no longer covered it, Wu appeared.

"Who!"

Before the four of them had reacted, a weird light flashed in their eyes, casting ecstasy, and asking about the matter.

After half an hour.

"Little weak water."

"Netherworld Immortal Realm."

Lu Qingfeng showed interest and erased the memories of the four of them. Without hesitation, he jumped and plunged into the weak pool.

...

There is a river hidden in the northern cold snowy area.

This river is neither above the ground nor underground, nor in the sky or outside the sky, but hidden in the void.

The legendary weak water flows in the Yin River.

Therefore.

Peach Blossom Sword School, Yulong School, Langhuan Tianfu, and Daxumi Mountain call it "Xiaoweishui".

There is a world hiding in the water.

Four factions got it.

More than 100,000 years have passed, and many ways have been gradually explored.

...

Weak water world.

Southern Xinjiang.

Baiyun Mountain.

Baiyun Mountain is hidden deep in southern Xinjiang, and it is not very conspicuous. Usually nameless, Gein more than a hundred years ago, the four disciples Baiyun Tongzi under the seat of the Southern Front Gu Immortal Caiyi Empress learned to go out of the mountain and came to the mountain to open up a Beppu.

Many dongs around Baiyun Mountain came to vote.

Baiyun Boys did not refuse to come, and selected seven children with extraordinary talents from each dong to accept as personal biography. Select a number of children and accept them as registered disciples to enrich the gate.

More than a hundred years have passed.

Of the seven disciples accepted in the past, only three have achieved success in practice, and the remaining four have failed in practice, either going down the mountain or being dead in the mountain. But among the first batch of named disciples, two of them came forward and were successful in Taoism and were promoted by Baiyun Boys to be personally passed on.

Five people before and after.

This is the second-generation monk of Baiyun Mountain, a fairy in the mountain.

Further down, they are the disciples and named disciples of these five people. There are very few people who can become enlightened, but finally there are signs of prosperity.

This day.

It was early in the morning, and the sky was dark.

Wumeng carried his sword, with joy on his eyebrows, and hurried to a bamboo forest in the back mountain.

He was originally the son of the master of Xianxia Village, more than 80 miles away from Baiyun Mountain. He was sent to Baiyun Mountain to study art four years ago. He was worshipped by the young disciple of Baiyun Tongzi, who is known as the "Fire Cloud Sword" under Zhangjimen. . Because of his average aptitude, he is only a registered disciple.

You can also learn one and a half tricks.

But it can't be compared with those personal disciples who can be taught by Zhang Ji himself.

Go up the mountain at the age of twelve.

He was sixteen years old in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that several of the senior brothers had practiced swordsmanship to the first level-the ‘sword qi engenders evil’ stage, when a sword came out, there was evil qi rushing towards the face, which was difficult to parry.

Since then stepped into the kendo threshold.

Most of the Qi cultivation base also reaches the second and third levels.

But he even played the most basic "White Cloud Sword Technique" smoothly, not knowing how far from the "Sword Qi Generating Evil". The cultivation base also stays at the first level of ‘a sense of breath’.

Wumeng was impatient.

I work harder every day, and often come to the mangosteen forest to practice swordsmanship, but the results are minimal.

but.

Just half a year ago, a meteor passed by in the sky, and Wumeng found a strange green bamboo in the bamboo forest. This green bamboo does not see aura and does not look like a spiritual thing, but it does not invade water or fire, and does not hurt with swords.

Wumeng was surprised.

So I practiced sword beside this green bamboo.

Unexpectedly, in just half a year, if there is a divine help, his swordsmanship and Qi training level will all advance by leaps and bounds.

A set of ‘Baiyun Sword Technique’ was quickly mastered.

Step into the stage of ‘sword qi engenders evil’ without much effort.

Half a month ago.

A sword stabbed, blessed the soul.

The iron sword in his hand came out and returned to his hand after a burst of sword light, making Wumeng overjoyed.

The long sword is released.

This is a sign of enlightenment of swordsmanship and reaching the second realm of "Hundred Steps of Imperial Sword".

To know.

At that time, Zhang Ji of "Fire Cloud Sword" reached this level, and he had practiced for 15 years. Now under Zhang Ji's school, only two direct disciples who have been in the field for many years have reached this level.

Already in the ordinary, the existence of the small sword fairy.

Many masters who practice Qi in the third and fourth layers, or even the fifth layer, are at this level.

The next level up is the realm of'refining swords and transforming rainbows' known as the sword fairy.

At this level, not only can the sword be used against the enemy, but also the sword can fly in and out of Qingming. Since then, it is also a character who is high and high.

It is really difficult to do the five-layer non-qi training.

In the entire Baiyun Mountain, there are only a handful of people reaching this level.

"In half a year, we can grow from nothing and reach the realm of'Hundred Steps of Imperial Sword'."

"In two or three years, won't I be able to defend my sword from the sky and become a sword fairy like Master and Master?!"

Wumeng was very excited.

Practice swords more frequently every day.

call!

what!

With the long sword in his hand, and the white cloud sword technique unfolded, Wumeng only felt extremely happy. Although there is an iron sword in his hand, he seems to have spirituality in a trance.

Wumeng follows his mind.

A sword stabbed at random in the hand, and when the iron sword was slammed, it was shot, turning into a pair of exercises——

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the earth was blasted out of a big pit at the point of the sword.

"come back!"

Wumeng pinched the sword tactics, wanting to recall the iron sword. Hearing the sound of ‘Zheng’, the iron sword flew back upside down and fell into Wumeng’s hand, but it was stuck upside down three feet away.

"Huh!"

"Not bad."

Not discouraged, Wumeng stepped forward to pick up the iron sword and continued to practice hard one by one.

What he didn't notice was.

Behind him, green bamboo swayed.

A golden silkworm with six wings appeared from nowhere, lying on a bamboo leaf. A pair of eyes stared at Wumeng, emitting a dangerous light.

"All right."

"He didn't mean it."

The green bamboo shook and turned into a juvenile Taoist, laughing. The golden silkworm was holding the Taoist's hair, the cold light still in his eyes.

Lu Qingfeng heard another word of comfort, and the golden silkworm contained the fierce light.

"At any rate, get along for half a year, and I'll help you again before parting."

Looking at the young man who was concentrating on sword training, Lu Qingfeng pointed his hand and saw that the iron sword in the young man's hand changed instantly, only the size of a palm.

The infuriating energy is injected, and it becomes the original appearance.

In this process.

Wumeng had no idea that the long sword in his hand had long since turned into a miracle.

"Tattered iron swords are trained to master swordsmanship. That's a bridge that only appears in vulgar martial arts."

"Not in reality."

Lu Qingfeng smiled and walked out of the bamboo forest and out of Baiyun Mountain.

In the bamboo forest~www.wuxiaspot.com~ drink! "

Wumeng screamed, and the long sword was released. Ten steps away, the sword was as light as a dragon, and he cut 17 green bamboos and turned back to Wumeng's hand. This time, I only felt hearty, not sluggish at all.

"It's so powerful!"

Wumeng opened his mouth slightly, looked at the seventeen fallen green bamboos, then looked at the iron sword in his hand, and suddenly grinned.

But when he turned his head, the green bamboo was still there, but there seemed to be something different again.

The doubt in Wumeng's eyes flashed away.

Looking up at the sky, he woke up suddenly, did not dare to delay, and hurried to the mountain—

Morning exercises can't be delayed!

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(End of this chapter)