Chapter 346: The Three Saints of Kunlun
Chapter 346 The Three Saints of Kunlun (One more chapter in the evening)
There is a pavilion every ten miles for passers-by to rest.
There was a bonfire in the last pavilion before entering the mountain. The wild pine wood was very resistant to burning, and the oil seeped out and fell into the fire, splashing sparks. Two black shadows on the ground were stretched very long by the fire, extending all the way out of the pavilion.
"Crack~"
As you get closer to Nanshan, the terrain rises suddenly. Under the moonlight, the mountains in the distance are winding like several black dragons. Where they meet, a Fairy Peak suddenly rises. Six or seven hundred years later, this place will have a more resounding name.
"It is a Feng Shui treasure land that reflects the stars and the moon, stores the wind and absorbs the air. It is a great place that will produce a great sage king."
Zhang Yu retracted his gaze and continued to cut branches with his sword, stacking them beside the campfire. The night was already a little chilly, so he put on his undershirt and spread his robe on the ground, letting Du Xiaochai sleep with him in his clothes.
"You can't disbelieve in Feng Shui, but you don't have to believe it completely either. After all, everything depends on human effort."
When he cracked the Xuanyue Temple Stone Forest Formation, Lan Hao laughed at him for being unlearned. After that, Zhang Yu read some astronomy, geography, Qimen Dunjia, bone script and seal script. He couldn't say that he had only learned the basics, but at least he was not blind.
"Crack!"
A few more sparks are rising.
Zhang Yu turned the dagger in his hand and thought of the three siblings he met during the day. Their origins were a bit strange.
"The 'Storytellers' are a family of people who are good at using words to deceive people and create momentum. The disciples of this sect are scattered all over the city. It's just a rumor, and no one has ever seen their leader."
Zhang Yu glanced at Du Xiaochai, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He placed the sword beside him.
The night is long and I can only pass it by practicing martial arts.
Just a few minutes later, Zhang Yu, who was practicing Qigong, suddenly opened his eyes. It was dark at night. The road came from the east. There were some jujube trees on one side and paddy fields on the other. The green crops were heading. It seemed very peaceful. Who would be traveling at this time?
"squeak~"
It was the sound of a horse-drawn carriage, its wheels rolling over a road surface made of rammed gravel and loess.
"Squeak! Squeak!"
It must have been carrying heavy objects.
The Jade Lion Zhaoye, which was originally admiring the moonlight outside the pavilion, seemed to smell something and immediately became uneasy, pacing back and forth. Finally, it simply lowered its head and walked into the pavilion, stepped over the fire, and hid behind Zhang Yu and Du Xiaochai.
Zhang Yu cursed: "Coward!"
He slowly stood up, took out the mysterious sword box and placed it at his feet.
Two people and a horse, squeezed in the small pavilion, looked a little ridiculous.
“Ding~Ding~”
In the hazy moonlight, two charcoal-black draft horses came from the east, panting heavily, as if they were pulling thousands of pounds of weight, and the iron wheels left deep ruts on the ground.
Zhang Yu stood in the pavilion, looking at the strange carriage.
"A two-horse coffin?"
There was no carriage, but two coffins were placed side by side on the carrier. They were dark and heavy, with a faint glow. It was unclear whether they were made of metal or some special wood. The lid of the one on the left was completely closed, while the one on the right had a quarter of a space left.
"Xu~"
The carriage stopped, only ten steps away.
The man driving the cart was dressed in black linen clothes. He was about thirty years old, with a strong physique. He looked like an iron tower, with a rough face and a sinister look between his brows. He sat on the shaft of the cart and looked at the man standing in the pavilion.
"You are Zhang Yu."
When this person spoke, his lips did not move at all, and his voice was dull, as if it came from a jar.
"Zhang is here. What advice do you have for me?"
"No advice, I just heard people talk about you, I'm a little curious."
Zhang Yu frowned slightly, and he suddenly understood why he had felt uncomfortable just now. This person's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead object. This was not a deliberate expression of contempt, but the other party took it for granted.
"who are you?"
"Tyrant Armor." "Never heard of it."
"I haven't heard of it. That's normal. If you are qualified, you may know it in the future."
Zhang Yu sneered, "You stopped just to say these words?"
Fu Jia did not answer, but turned to look at the mysterious sword box, with a strange look in his eyes.
"Do you know its origin?"
Zhang Yu originally did not want to pay attention to it, but then he thought, although he had this mysterious sword box, he did not know its origins. He only heard Ren Yingying say that it was taken out from an ancient tomb of the Warring States Period in Kunlun Mountain by a group of tomb robbers. This person seemed to know something.
"It's something from Mount Kunlun."
"Yes, this sword box belongs to Kunlun Mountain."
The man in black linen turned around and looked at the two coffins behind him.
"They are of the same origin. One buried the man, the other buried the sword."
Zhang Yu looked carefully and found that the material used for the coffin was very similar to that of the Xuanqi sword box.
"What's the difference? People are swords... Hahaha, people are mean..."
The man in black linen clothes seemed to think that what he had come up with was very clever and he suddenly started laughing. This laughter was also very strange, it came from his abdomen without his lips opening, and it had a muffled sound. If you listened carefully, you could hear the laughter getting into your brain and stirring things up.
“Hahahaha…hahaha…hahaha…”
Zhang Yu quickly used his internal energy to resist and blocked his hearing.
"What a powerful inner strength!"
Accompanied by inexplicable laughter, the carriage carrying the coffin gradually went away.
"crunch, crunch..."
After more than ten miles, the carriage entered the mountains and stopped on a hill. Fu Jia jumped off the shaft, untied the reins on the horses' necks, and let them go to eat. He looked at the coffin that was not completely closed.
"Master Yu, I have let you meet your enemy."
The moonlight fell on the grass, and two tongues with barbs fell down, pulling out all the grass, old or young, by the roots and rolling them into their mouths. Wherever they passed, no grass grew, and the ground looked like it had been plowed.
"In a few years, even if you get the Exorcist Sword Technique, you may not be his opponent."
Yu Canghai climbed out of the coffin, his ankles were bare and wrapped in bloody cloth. He held the shaft of the cart and landed on the ground. His originally short stature became even shorter, and he looked like a child when he stood in front of the giant.
"Mr. Fu, why did you save me?"
In just a few days, the wound had not yet healed. Stepping on the ground was undoubtedly a heart-wrenching pain, but Yu Canghai remained calm.
"I only collect corpses, I never save people, so... the more chaotic this world is, the better."
Yu Canghai looked at the tightly closed coffin on the left and thought to himself, I heard some noise coming from inside before, could it be a corpse as well?
This strange man is related to Kunlun Mountain, which is located west of the Western Regions, far away from the Central Plains. The relevant records in the Qingcheng Sect regard it as a forbidden area, and warn disciples who go out to travel not to approach it easily.
"Mr. Fu saved me. What do you need me to do for you?"
At this moment, a gurgling sound came from the coffin, as if water was boiling.
"Do what you want to do."
"What does Yu want to do?"
Yu Canghai lowered his head and thought. He wanted to snatch the Manual of the Sword of Exorcism and dominate the martial arts world. However, after this great defeat, he was seriously injured, his disciples fled, and the Qingcheng Sect made many enemies. He was lucky to be able to escape back to Sichuan safely.
Fu Jia walked to the coffin, placed his hands on it, and his inner energy surged, quickly suppressing the noise. The two horses almost ate up half an acre of the hillside before running back contentedly and putting on the reins and bridles again.
"Let's part ways here. I hope that the next time we meet, Master Yu is not lying in my coffin."
(End of this chapter)