Chapter 133 Cloud and Rain Altar

Half a month later.

"Brother Zhu, do we really want to do this?"

"When you are under someone's roof, who can help but bow their head? Do you have any choice?"

"But...I heard it hurts?"

Zhu Rong sighed and said, "Just bear with it, Junior Brother. It will hurt at first, but you will get used to it after a few more stabs."

Li Shan was shocked: "Habit? Can you get used to something like this?"

"Don't worry. Humans are the best at forming habits."

"Brother, your words are so philosophical!"

In front of the east side room of Tianyue Tower, there was a long queue. Dozens of former disciples of the Suoyue Sect walked forward slowly and hesitantly, each with an embarrassed look on their face, as if they were about to go in and be punished.

"Come in!"

There was a sound from inside the house.

Zhu Rong hesitated for a moment, glanced at his junior fellow apprentice Liu Shan standing behind him, and stepped over the threshold.

There was a needle bag on the long table, with needles of various sizes shining coldly.

There are also inks mixed with special materials.

There was an old man sitting in the back, who was originally the needle and pen craftsman of Yunshuitang.

After the banner of the Divine Religion was raised on Tianyue Mountain, many scattered followers came to join the sect. Most of them were low-ranking disciples. Eighty percent of the well-known masters died in Damao Ridge, and the remaining 20% were hunted down by the various sects in Guanzhong.

"sit down."

"Roll up your sleeves."

“It’s the right arm.”

The old needlesmith took out a ox-hair silver needle and stabbed Zhu Rong three times, dipping it in ink each time. His technique was very skillful and in less than half a minute, the black scorpion mark gradually took shape on Zhu Rong's right arm.

“There is absolutely no choice now.”

Zhu Rong had a solemn expression. He could still bear this little pain, but he was tattooed with the 'Black Scorpion Mark'. If he wanted to wash it off, he would have to peel off his skin and flesh. He would also have to face the endless pursuit of Heimuya.

The old craftsman added the final stroke to the scorpion's tail, put away the needle, and nodded, saying, "It's done."

Zhu Rong was surprised and asked, "Am I done?"

The old craftsman smiled and said, "It's a new beginning. Congratulations on joining the Divine Religion."

In the square, a big flag fluttered in the wind.

The 28-meter-high flagpole is made from a whole redwood tree cut down from the Qinling Mountains. The flag has a black background with silver embroidery. It is ten feet wide and four feet long. The four large characters can be seen from far away outside the mountains.

"Sun Moon Cult!"

Zhu Rong and Li Shan raised their arms, put on a piece of dog-skin plaster, and walked to the square.

The "Suo Yue Pai" on the boulder has been worn away, and craftsmen are using tools to chisel out new words, which are gradually forming an outline.

"Cloud and Rain Altar?"

"Could this be the sect's purpose? It's so direct, worthy of the style of the Demonic... God Cult."

“I’m a little bit looking forward to it.”

"Brother Zhu, what are you looking forward to?"

Zhu Rong looked at the big flag and said, "The Suoyue Sect is a nepotism sect. It is difficult for the lower-level disciples to make a name for themselves. No matter how much they do, it is useless. The Divine Sect has been re-established in Guanzhong. Everything has been revived. There are many vacancies. It is the time for our generation to make achievements and establish a career."

Li Shan was worried: "What if the Orthodox Church attacks us?"

When the Demon Cult attacked Tianyue Mountain, the top leaders of the Suoyue Sect were all assassinated, and they were unable to organize an effective resistance. Most of the disciples were captured, and only half of them chose to join the Sun and Moon Sect. If Zhu Rong had not persuaded him, Li Shan would have wanted to leave.

Zhu Rong shook his head and said, "Master Xiang sneaked into the Suoyue Sect and assassinated the leader and elders overnight. He was unstoppable. You can imagine how powerful his martial arts are. With him in Tianyue Mountain, unless Yue Buqun and Nangong Huang come in person, who in Guanzhong can be his opponent?"

'Falling Moon Swordsman' Liu Chan was not an unknown person. He was a famous master who became famous in the Guanzhong area more than ten years ago. However, he was assassinated in his old nest, which was shocking.

"Brother Zhu, I hope you are right."

Li Shan looked at the plaster on his arm, which was still aching. He had no other way to go. The two men saw a big man coming from Tianyue Tower and bowed to him.

"Meet Master Cai!"

"No need to be polite."

Cai Zhongwen nodded, glanced at the two of them, and walked towards the back mountain.

Hundreds of wooden stakes were buried in the open space in front of the moon cave in the stone wall, forming a circle of plum blossom formations of different sizes.

Two figures moved forward and backward, left and right on the plum blossom pile, their speed getting faster and faster, the sword shadows swaying, and the cold light flashing.

They were practicing a set of combined sword techniques, the "Seventeen Swords of Broken Branches and Fallen Plum Blossoms, Strike Both Left and Right" copied from the Suo Yue School, which was originally created by a predecessor in the Song Dynasty who was good at the technique of combined left and right fighting.

It's just fighting with both hands at the same time, and doing two things at the same time, which requires extremely high qualifications for the sword practitioner.

Without the help of the green jade ring, it would be difficult for Zhang Yu to figure out the trick.

The two are sisters, with similar minds. They each learn a different sword technique, and both have the hope of mastering this sword technique.

Yue Jian took out her long sword and took the lead in using the next move. She smiled and said, "Sister, you are too slow. I will hurt you."

"Watch your step."

Hua Jian shook his head slightly, not intending to compete with his sister for victory. He simply used sword moves to parry, paying more attention to keeping his steps steady.

Zhang Yu also passed on the Feiyun magic skill to them.

Feiyun Divine Art is a first-rate internal strength and light-weight physical skill in the martial arts world. For martial artists, it is undoubtedly enough to build a solid foundation. If one can perfect it, he or she will hopefully become one of the top martial artists in the world.

"Be careful, sister!"

Moon Sword used the ninth move 'Plum Blossoms Falling', the sword light swayed left and right, using the internal force stored in the tip of the sword to peck at the opponent's weapon. This sword technique was extremely risky and required full concentration, otherwise it would be easy to hurt yourself.

"careful!"

Hua Jian stepped back and raised her sword to respond. Seeing that her sister was only focused on playing with the sword and her footwork was completely messed up, she quickly reminded her.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Jian let out a "ah" sound, his left foot stepped on empty air, and he fell down. The long sword flew out of his hand and flew into the air.

Hua Jian took two steps forward, stepped on the wooden stake, and then thrust out a sword, knocking away the long sword that was falling vertically.

"Ouch, you knocked me to death."

Yue Jian touched his butt and got up from the ground.

Hua Jian jumped down from the plum blossom pile: "Where did you get hurt?"

Yue Jian hugged her and said aggrievedly, "Butt."

Each plum blossom pile is only five feet high, so if you fall down normally, it won't be a big deal.

Hua Jian patted Yue Jian on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. You have a lot of flesh on your butt anyway. It won't hurt your bones if you fall."

Yue Jian said angrily, "Sister, you are not serious either."

In the stone cave, Zhang Yu sat on the natural stone platform. After the internal force absorbed from Liu Chan in the Danzhong acupoint was transformed into Beiming True Qi, the second purple gold lotus seed in the Jinchi Dantian took root and sprouted. After these days of practice, a lotus bud has grown.

"There will be a second purple lotus soon."

Zhang Yu was quite satisfied with his own cultivation speed.

If we calculate the time carefully, Dongfang Bubai has been on the throne of the leader for eleven years. The beginning of next spring will be the time when Liu Zhengfeng of Hengshan will retire, so there are only four or five months left.

"Kill the entire family of Liu Zhengfeng and kill the guardian of the Divine Religion, Qu Yang."

Zuo Lengchan was the first to show his fangs, and his ambition was obvious.

The Songshan School had been training together for twelve years, and the strength they had accumulated was completely exposed to the heroes of the martial arts world for the first time.

It not only shocked the Sun and Moon Sect, but also made Shaolin and Wudang, who liked to hide behind the scenes and act as chess players, feel fearful.

"Master Qu has done me a favor. No matter what, I must go to Sanxiang."

"But with my strength, it's still a bit difficult to save people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect."

(End of this chapter)

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