Chapter 167: Divine weapons have spirits, but without a master they will be covered in dust

Chapter 167: Divine weapons have spirits, but without a master they will be covered in dust

Chapter 167: Divine weapons have spirits, but without a master they will be covered in dust
The night was dark and moonless, with only the occasional candlelight illuminating the snow.

Inside the house, Li Yuan tidied things up a bit, mainly taking the Great Xiyi Hammer of Mixed Gold, the Forging Hammer of Strange Weapons, the Thousand-pound Heavy Hammer, as well as the Top-grade Liuhe Boots and Jiuhe Boots into his own hands.

When I pushed the door open, I saw a masked man in black standing in the yard.

"go!"

Jing Shuhu lowered his voice, turned around and disappeared into the night.

"Compared to Old Han, Old Jingtou is still a little indecisive. A day's delay shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Li Yuan muttered to himself, moved slightly, and followed.

This was already the second day after he went to the Ruined Temple. Jing Shuhu pondered for a long time and consulted many disciples of the Supervisory Hall to inquire about information before he made up his mind.

Huhu~
In the night, Li Yuan rose and fell calmly.

The White Crane Leaping Technique and Harrier Step that he practiced were only barely accomplished, but with the help of two pairs of third-tier boots, he was able to keep up easily.

"This kid is so talented in Qinggong?"

In the darkness of the night, listening to the barely perceptible sound of the wind behind him, Jing Shuhu felt a little surprised.

There is no superior lightness skill in the Divine Weapon Valley, and the only few intermediate lightness skills are all in the secret building. This kid has at best learned a few inferior lightness skills and footwork, but he can actually keep up with me?

With a slight movement in his heart, Jing Shuhu quickened his pace.

He mainly studied the "Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada", and also practiced six different lower-level light skills. In addition, he had a strong internal energy.

He leaves no trace on the snow and lands silently, rising and falling like a ghost.

"You still want to test me at this time?"

Li Yuan complained in his heart, but his steps slowed down slightly. It was better not to provoke this old man at this time.

"Qinggong is not inferior to Yixing Dacheng! This kid's talent is better than the old...than Han Chuijun."

After Jing Shuhu accelerated several times and felt that he had tested out Li Yuan's light-weight body skills, he finally stabilized his speed and headed towards the Ruined Temple.

Li Yuan followed closely, and when they reached the street where the ruined temple was, he glanced around and saw a number of masked men in black clothes jumping out from the shadows.

They were obviously the elite members of the Supervisory Hall.

"Old Jingtou, are you so afraid of the ruined temples? Or do you not want to provoke the imperial court behind these temples?"

Li Yuan thought to himself and pulled up the rag on his face, following suit. He wrapped himself more tightly than anyone else.

"Everyone, disperse and hide. No one is allowed to enter the temple before seeing my order!"

Jing Shuhu glanced at everyone and gave orders quickly.

A group of disciples from the Supervisory Hall nodded and silently dispersed to the streets near the Remnant Temple.

"You, follow me."

He glanced at Li Yuan: "You decide the distance yourself, but you have to be within my sight..."

Li Yuan's Qinggong is much better than other disciples, but he is not too reassured.

Li Yuan nodded without making any sound.

If you are lurking, you have to act like you are lurking. Otherwise, what's the point of disguising yourself?

call!
Jing Shuhu stepped on the ground and jumped onto the ten-foot-high wall. Li Yuan followed closely, but saw the old man swooping down.

With an imperceptible sound of breaking through the air, the mastiffs inside the courtyard wall fell silently to the ground. When they landed, a team of patrolling guards were also knocked down.

"So skilled? You must be a veteran!"

Li Yuan was a little surprised.

Lurking, assassination, hidden weapons, positioning... He had read about these in books in the library, things he was not very proficient in, but Jing Shuhu was extremely experienced.

All the way to the main hall, not a single guard or mastiff could utter even a single sound.

"Top assassin!"

On the roof of the hall, Li Yuan's heart trembled. For this series of actions, he had to review it at least several times and check out the locations in advance before he could accomplish it.

Jing Shuhu can do it easily and find the best entry point...

"Wait here!"

Jing Shuhu said softly, and the words had already fallen with the wind. The time he chose was just when dark clouds covered the moon and shadows cast over the backyard.

“These old guys are not simple.”

Li Yuan lay on the roof of the hall, looking reluctantly at the large incense burner in front of the hall. He was surrounded by disciples of the Supervisory Hall, so he didn't dare to take the incense burner away just like that.

He changed his mind and looked towards the bamboo forest in the backyard. Under the shadows, the bamboo forest was very quiet, with only a few lights on.

As soon as Jing Shuhu landed, he seemed to blend into the shadows. He stared at it so closely that he lost sight of it.

"Good guy!"

Li Yuan took a deep breath.

He also thought that he was an expert in assassination, and compared with this old man, his skills were simply not worth mentioning.

"This guy must be a top-ranked killer, right? Hmm... Could it be that Lao Jingtou is also a killer from Zhaixing Tower?"

Li Yuan was a little frightened, and his imagination ran wild.

But he quickly collected his thoughts, stared at the deep bamboo forest, quietly lying in wait.

……

"call!"

In the thatched cottage, Su Wanxiong let out a long sigh, his face regained its rosy complexion, and he expelled the last trace of Heavenly Cicada Qi.

"What a beautiful withered moon, what a beautiful Heavenly Cicada Sword!"

Under the candlelight, Su Wanxiong's eyes sparkled: "See you next time, I will let you taste the flavor of the old master's mother and son Qigong!"

His voice was low and full of murderous intent.

If he had not been seriously injured, he would not have taken Han Chuijun seriously, let alone the others like Ku Yue.

stab~
He tore open his shirt, only to see a faint fingerprint on his chest that remained. This was the most serious wound on his body.
It took years to recover.

"One-qi Soul Pointing Finger, Fang Yuanqing, huh, One-qi Manor..."

Su Wanxiong's face twitched. Yiqi Zhuang is as famous as Longhu Temple and is one of the five top sects in Dayun.

This wound is hard to heal, and this vengeance is hard to avenge.

unless……

"Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer!"

Su Wanxiong's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty. He picked up a piece of letter from the table and took it out to read:

"Meng Zhan can't help it? Ha, when he truly worships Blood King Kong... who?!"

Call ~
The wind was howling and the door was wide open.

In the courtyard, the one-eyed temple priest bowed slightly and said, "Captain, there was a letter from outside the city saying that Qi Ying, the eldest disciple under Wan Ya, suddenly left with a group of people, and they were suspected of wanting to kill Shi Hong..."

"Intercept and kill Shi Hong? Wan Ya only has this much magnanimity, but Qi Ying is not qualified to kill Shi Hong."

Su Wanxiong didn't care: "Who is Shi Hong?!"

Swish!
Su Wanxiong shouted loudly, and the one-eyed temple keeper trembled in shock: "Captain?!"

boom!
The machete cut through the roof, tiles and beams fell off, and dust filled the air.

"no one?"

Su Wanxiong walked out of the dust, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and he clearly felt a bit of a chill.

Boom!

Almost at the moment when Su Wanxiong walked out of the door, the one-eyed temple keeper felt as if there was a thunder explosion in his ears. He turned around suddenly.

Only then did he realize with shock that there was someone a few feet behind him? !

boom!
The brain burst and blood splattered.

Jing Shuhu suddenly jumped up and swung his small hammer with a force as powerful as a battering ram, pointing directly at Su Wanxiong's chest.

"Be bold!"

Su Wanxiong was shocked and angry, but his reaction was extremely fast. He swept the ghost-head knife across the air and smashed the flying corpse of the one-eyed temple priest into a pulp.
The violent knife light slashed straight towards him.

boom!
On the roof of the hall, Li Yuan's heart was shaken, and he heard the sound of metal clashing, cutting through the night sky.

“I really caught it!”

Li Yuan looked at it intently.

All I saw was smoke, dust and snow rolling in the bamboo forest. In the blink of an eye, the bamboo forest covering an area of ​​several miles had been flattened, and the thatched houses were shattered.

The figures that rushed out from there were all terrified and retreated, but they all coughed up blood and lay dead.

In a few miles, the flash of swords and hammers shone together, and the two figures moved back and forth. Every collision produced a large burst of fire. "That sword flash looks like Su Wanxiong? How did I catch him again?"

Li Yuan recognized the flash of knife light. He was deeply impressed by the scene of Su Wanxiong transforming into a human form with gas on the bank of the river last year.

"Jing Shuhu?!"

After a moment, the sound of swords clashing disappeared, and Li Yuan heard an angry roar. Then, two figures disappeared into the night one after the other.

boom!
The sound of arrows exploded, which was the secret signal set by Jing Shuhu.

When Li Yuan jumped down, the disciples of the Supervisory Hall who were lying in ambush on all sides rushed out and pounced on all living things in the temple.

boom!
Li Yuan raised his hammer, then struck the attacker with a backhand blow, sending him flying backwards.

There was a loud shout and the two sides quickly started fighting each other.

Fortunately, all the disciples of Shenbing Valley were wearing black clothes and masks, so they were not afraid of making mistakes.

call!
Li Yuan took a step forward, swinging the long-handled heavy hammer like the wind. With his current physique and surging internal energy, he encountered almost no resistance.

Soon, the shouting and screaming in the temple stopped, and Li Yuan put down his sledgehammer. He looked around and saw a familiar gray-white round bead in the ruins.

"This thing?"

Li Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The round bead was crushed by someone, and now it was shining that only he could see.

Mixed with blood and green, it turned out to be a fourth-level rare item!

[Xuan Yin One-Eyed Mother-Child Eye (Level 4)]

[Take the eye of the mysterious snake and place it in the broken statue. After being tempered by incense for a hundred years, it has nine sons and one mother, and has already given birth to supernatural powers...]

[Control conditions: Third level of God Worship]

[Control Effect: Level 5 (Light Yellow): Divine Eye Sutra (Incomplete)

Fourth level (blue): fourth level of worship of gods, fourth level of worship of the remaining gods

Level 3 (dark blue): All insects retreat, bewitching people]

nice one!
Li Yuan picked up the round bead and found that under the grayish-white shell was a vivid snake eye.

And that gray shell...

"It looks very similar to the remnant statue. No wonder there is a scent of incense lingering around. No wonder I didn't sense the light..."

Only after handling it himself did Li Yuan discover that although the scent of incense on the stone shell was not strong, it seemed to be of very high quality.

"It's at least fifth-level incense!"

Li Yuan clenched the ball tightly, feeling pleasantly surprised. He had been looking for high-level incense for a long time, but he didn't expect to find it here.

Over the past six months, thanks to the attention of Lei Jingchuan and Jing Shuhu, he has collected a lot of first- and second-level hammers.

As long as the incense is enough, not to mention five fifth-level swords, six would be enough!
"We should collect as much incense as possible while the old man is still here."

Li Yuan stuffed the ball into his arms, actually putting it into the space for holding troops. He felt relieved and thought that he could go to other temples to have a look.

The relationship between the evil god cult and the temple is intricate, and the ruined temple may not be the only one.

"Five fifth-level hammer talents should have some qualitative changes, right?"

In the darkness of night, the disciples of the Supervisory Hall were searching the temple, while Li Yuan sat cross-legged next to the incense burner, thinking.

During the past six months, his understanding of the various control effects of the Weapon Control Talisman has deepened a lot, especially regarding talent.

The first-level talent blessing is equivalent to a disciple with average qualifications and medium aptitude.

The second level is three times higher than that. Yue Yunjin belongs to this category.

By analogy, the Hammer Hall estimates that there are only a handful of people, including Ba Wanli and Fang Baoluo, who have fourth or fifth level talent in hammer techniques.

"With five fifth-level hammer talents, I will definitely surpass Old Han..."

Li Yuan hoped so in his heart.

He had been thinking about the hammer for a long time, and it would be very rude if he didn't react.

……

……

"I was careless!"

On Shenbing Street, in the backyard of a mansion, in front of a broken rockery, Jing Shuhu frowned as he looked at the collapsed tunnel entrance.

He really didn't expect that the boy would find Su Wanxiong, who had been lurking for half a year, on the first day he went down the mountain.

He never expected that the temple would actually dare to take him in.

This means that the court also...

"Dig out this tunnel, search it, and investigate it thoroughly!"

When the disciples of the Supervisory Hall arrived, Jing Shuhu gave an order with a serious face, then moved and disappeared in the courtyard.

In the night, he rose and fell several times and landed in front of the door of an ordinary house. Before he could knock on the door, it was already opened.

Looking a little embarrassed, Qiao Tianhe bowed and invited him in.

Inside the house, Wanchuan was having a drink, looking quite leisurely:

"Two drinks?"

"..."

Jing Shuhu sat down with a gloomy face, and after drinking a few cups, his complexion improved a little.

"Su Wanxiong, the 'Five Worshipping Ghosts', is very skilled in escaping. A master of internal organs once chased him for several months but failed. It is normal that you did not catch him."

Wanchuan put down his wine glass and saw that Jing Shuhu said nothing. He just kept talking to himself:

"Meng Zhan from Zhenwu Hall, Su Wanxiong from the God Worshipping Sect, and Wan Ya from Sanyuanwu, tsk tsk, if Han Chuijun and Gong Yangyu don't come back, it's just you and Duanmu Sheng..."

Qiao Tianhe was serving them and pouring wine for them.

"If you can't stop him, do you think Wan Ya dares to break into the gate of your Divine Weapon Valley?"

"He dares!"

Jing Shuhu dropped the cup heavily.

"Of course he dares. Several years ago, Wan Ya had already successfully refined the internal organs. This is the information from Yun Shu Lou, it can't be false."

Wan Chuan shook the wine glass lightly and said, "How about I help you defeat Wan Ya with a red flame dragon tendon bow?"

"wishful thinking!"

Jing Shuhu's face twitched, and he almost walked away in anger: "You dare to exchange Wan Ya for my divine bow?!"

"Weapons without spiritual power can be used by anyone, but divine weapons will choose their masters. The Red Flame Dragon Tendon Bow has been covered in dust in the Divine Weapon Pavilion for seven hundred years. It would be better to let me use it."

Wanchuan did not hide his purpose at all:

"I am only interested in the methods used by your ancestors to forge divine weapons. As for this bow, I will return it to you after I use it."

"impossible!"

Jing Shuhu flatly refused.

Whenever he thought of the rare treasures that the ancestors of all generations had lost to the Seven Star Palace, his heart bleeds, let alone giving them away voluntarily.

Even though the Red Flame Dragon Tendon Bow has been covered in dust for many years and no one can claim its ownership, it is still one of the only two magical weapons left in the Divine Weapon Valley.

"The Divine Weapon Valley has become the target of public criticism. You can't guard those two divine weapons. Why don't you find someone else to guard them?"

Wanchuan was very patient and spoke in a gentle tone, not wanting to provoke Jing Shuhu:
"Have you forgotten what I said when we first met last year? The one who has set his sights on the Black Whale Hammer is not Su Wanxiong, nor is it 'Bai Li Jingchuan', but the leader of the Evil God..."

"Can't keep it..."

Jing Shuhu sighed. He was a little worried. Even though they had a plan, he was still worried about the worst.

"Brother Wan, you and I have known each other for more than seventy years. Can we be considered old friends?"

Wan Chuan corrected: "We are just acquaintances."

"If there is a sudden change, you can take the Red Flame Dragon Tendon Bow with you. You don't need to kill Wan Ya or anyone else."

Jing Shuhu spoke to himself and stood up:
"You must accept Li Yuan as your personal disciple."

"master……"

Qiao Tianhe, who was serving on the side, couldn't help but wanted to speak, but was glared at and immediately dared not say a word.

"Well... you can be his nominal teacher. Although he has talent, I have already closed the door. He is not talented enough for me to make an exception."

Wan Chuan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "However, I can recommend him to become an inner disciple of the Seven Stars Palace."

"Inner door?"

Jing Shuhu sneered and walked away.

(End of this chapter)