Chapter 453: Model of Jianghu
Chapter 453: Model of Jianghu
Qinglong Pavilion?
Is the Taoist priest Tiancan coming?
Li Yuan changed his clothes and went out with a hammer in his hand.
"Junior Brother Li."
Seeing Li Yuan, Long Yunfeng was quite impressed.
There was no shortage of ascetics in the Longhu Temple, but the inner sect and true disciples he knew would, after their ascetic practices, invite three or five friends to drink tea, go to brothels to listen to music, or even play with crickets, compete with crickets, and so on.
Entertainment, relief.
But this Junior Brother Li, apart from forging iron, was practicing martial arts. He was like this for one day, one year, and now, after more than two years, he is still like this.
But he still enjoys himself and is not an ascetic in the ordinary sense.
"Brother Long, has that Heavenly Silkworm Master arrived?"
Li Yuan asked.
"Well, not only this real person, but also the one from Xinyi Sect arrived last night."
Long Yunfeng said.
The two walked towards the sect hall.
After the New Year, Longhu Temple is not as lively as before.
After Wei Tianzuo was ambushed and the martial arts performances of various sects were postponed, many sects evacuated Hengshan City, and those who did not evacuate returned to the city.
In the deserted Dragon and Tiger Mountains, the inner disciples who had been suppressed for nearly a year were very active.
When walking past the Qi Sensing Platform, Li Yuan saw some disciples fighting with each other. They were familiar faces, Lin Kai and Wang Xuanying.
The two men stood several feet apart, each holding one end of an iron chain as thick as a wrist, surrounded by many disciples watching.
"This is?"
Li Yuan stopped.
"A way to learn from each other and compete with each other."
Long Yunfeng explained: "The two of them should be on the verge of internal energy transformation. Using this method to spar can sharpen the internal energy and speed up the process of transformation."
"Refine your inner energy?"
It was also the first time that Li Yuan saw this kind of fight, so he couldn't help but take a second look.
However, the iron chain between Lin Kai and Wang Xuanying suddenly stretched straight, and abundant internal energy rose from their bodies and poured into the iron chain.
There was a crackling sound, and the iron chain seemed to be coated with red and yellow. Veins popped out on the foreheads of the two men, and they were sweating.
"From changing your form to refining your marrow, there are many other similar tempering competitions, but Junior Brother Li doesn't need them."
Long Yunfeng couldn't help feeling a little complicated.
He had witnessed with his own eyes Long Xinglie's rapid progress. At only fifty years old, he had already reached the brink of enlightenment. Who would have thought that he would see someone even more powerful in his lifetime.
After only two years of learning, he had achieved several breakthroughs in succession, from changing his form to refining his marrow, completing his thirty-year journey...
No one told me.
Li Yuan secretly complained in his heart, but he just took a few glances and went to the main vein.
……
There was a small banquet in Long's house.
Long Yingchan sat in the main seat, accompanied by Long Xixiang and Nie Xianshan. The guests at the banquet were two old men who looked decadent.
One of them was wearing a Taoist robe, with messy hair and beard; the other one was wearing a monk's robe, with a yellow face and white beard.
"The sacred rice from Longhu Temple is truly unique in the world."
Taoist Tiancan put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and couldn't help but admire.
"If you like it, you can take some with you when you leave."
Long Yingchan also put down his bowl and chopsticks. With his seniority, the only two people in the martial arts world who could be called seniors by him and who had not joined the Evil God Cult were the two people in front of him.
Taoist Tiancan and Zen Master Laitou were active a hundred years ago and were senior predecessors of the same generation as his master.
"That would be disrespectful."
Taoist Tiancan rubbed his dim eyes, sighed a few words, and lamented the death of Wei Tianzuo:
"Xiao Wei's swordsmanship is profound. I have seen this before. I praised him for his potential to break through the last move and surpass his master and grandfather. Who would have thought that he would be ahead of me."
"Master Wei Jian has a strong character and would rather die than retreat. Otherwise, even if he was defeated by that Thousand Eyes old thief, he would not have died on the spot."
Long Yingchan also sighed.
"otherwise."
Taoist Tiancan shook his head and said, "I deliberately went to Danshan Province. With the remaining aura, I can be considered to have witnessed the battle..."
"Oh?"
The expressions of the people at the table changed slightly.
"Xiao Wei, your death is not unjust."
Taoist Tiancan stretched out his palm, and a faint aura that ordinary people could not detect rose up:
"That old thief with a thousand eyes had a plan in mind. He first asked the two Vajras of tendons and bones to set up a ceremony in the Eight Veins Mountain, and then brought the Sword Spirit Master with him to temporarily counterbalance the Changhong Yiqi Sword...
Finally, the old ghost sacrificed his tendons and bones, and with the help of a large amount of incense, he descended in his true form and defeated Xiao Wei with the force of thunder and lightning..."
hum~
That wisp of energy dispersed and fell into the hands of everyone present.
Long Yingchan, Long Xixiang and others did not hesitate. They picked up the strand of energy and pressed it on their foreheads. After a moment, they put down their hands one after another.
"Xiao Wei is not the Lord of Changhong Sword, otherwise..."
Taoist Tiancan sighed and looked at the silent bald monk beside him, who was holding that wisp of energy in a daze.
"Old bald donkey, what are you daydreaming about?"
The bald monk did not answer, but just pointed his finger, and a wisp of bright yellow energy turned into words in the air:
"I bet that Wei is trying to use the pressure from these two old ghosts to break through the last move..."
"..."
"..."
The people present looked at each other and said nothing.
Zen Master Da Ming, who was serving on the side, also felt a little embarrassed. This old monk has been practicing silent meditation, can't he be more thorough?
"I bet, Wei boy..."
"stop!"
Taoist Tiancan frowned and dispersed the true energy in the air. He shouldn't have asked this old bald donkey, as he talked about gambling all the time.
If he hadn't lost the bet that year, both of them wouldn't have been seriously injured.
"Why did this old ghost want to kill Xiao Wei?"
Taoist Tiancan was somewhat puzzled. The few strands of energy he had obtained were incomplete. He could barely see the fight between one man and two gods, but he could not hear what they said. "It is said that it is related to some great sacrifice."
Long Yingchan thought about it and finally spoke.
Not only did a secret letter shot by a bow and arrow a few days ago mention the high sacrifice, but the secret agents he had placed in the capital of the gods also sent similar news by eagle feathers.
That is, both the evil cult and the imperial court would hold some grand ceremony.
"Great Festival?"
Everyone in the courtyard had different expressions. Taoist Tiancan frowned and glanced at Tianyingzi behind him. The latter lowered his head:
"My senior brother seemed to have mentioned that a spy had reported that the reason the Evil God Cult ambushed and killed the Sword Master was to take the Changhong Yiqi Sword for use in a grand sacrifice!"
"With the Heavenly Luck Mysterious Soldiers Grand Ceremony?"
Taoist Tiancan was slightly startled and asked quickly, but Long Yingchan just shook his head.
The bald monk glanced at the monk Daming, who had a confused look on his face, but obviously didn't know anything, which made his face slightly dark, but he could only sigh in his heart.
The gap between the Xinyi Sect and the five major Taoist sects is not only in Tianyun Xuanbing, but also in all aspects.
For example, intelligence.
"Those who sacrifice too much but not sacrifice too much must avenge themselves!"
Taoist Tiancan slammed the table.
"Report, of course I have to report."
Long Yingchan was very calm: "But the root of these evil gods and old ghosts lies in the shrine. If we don't find the shrine, it will be difficult to eradicate them."
"Disaster."
The bald monk pointed again.
No one interrupted this time.
The shrine is the Achilles' heel of the gods of the Evil Cult. One can imagine how difficult it would be to search for it.
Over the past thousand years, there have been many people who have wanted to find these shrines, but even if they searched the entire world, it would be difficult to find even one or two, let alone all of them.
"It's difficult, but we have to find it."
Long Yingchan lowered his eyelids.
He had hidden his true energy in Yu Banzhou's body a long time ago, hoping to take the opportunity to infiltrate the Evil God Cult, but it would be difficult to find him in a short period of time.
Unless, forcing those old ghosts to incarnate one after another.
"Look for it, and fight it!"
Taoist Tiancan didn't care about the dark face of Tianyingzi behind him at all, and said in a deep voice:
"I don't have many years left to live. Whether I can pull out the knife or not, I will have to go to the evil cult..."
"Uncle Master..."
Tian Yingzi is having a headache. He has almost knelt down to Long Yingchan during this period of time. How many things has he promised to give away?
You told me you were going to risk your life?
"The younger generation is willing to follow the lead of the seniors!"
Long Xixiang spoke at the right time.
He still had respect for the Taoist Tiancan. The biggest stain on this old Taoist's life was that he lost to Wan Zhuliu because of a single move.
Apart from that, he is truly a role model for the underworld.
"Count me in as one."
The bald monk raised his hand and pointed, and words appeared in the air.
After decades of sitting in agony, he was now almost like the Taoist Tiancan. Neither of them was afraid of death and even wanted to seek liberation.
"Uncle Master..."
Zen Master Daming's face also turned dark, and he regretted not letting his senior brother come along.
"If the two seniors were to say this, I'm sure Master Wei Jian would be relieved if he knew about this."
Nie Xianshan bowed, somewhat respectful.
Long Yingchan felt a little strange. Have these two old guys really seen through life and death, or are they trying to teach him a lesson?
But no matter which one it is, the price of drawing the sword cannot be raised.
Although after seeing Wei Tianzuo's death, he had no intention of raising the price.
"Senior is very righteous."
Seeing the two old seniors so indignant, Master Long couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.
Is it because my heart is too dirty?
……
When Li Yuan walked into Long's house, he saw the older generation filled with righteous indignation, with a skinny old Taoist slamming the table.
An old monk closed his mouth and gestured in the air with his fingers, leaving afterimages.
Good guy...
Li Yuan looked at it carefully, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little cold.
His first impression was that this Taoist monk was very old.
It was so old that at first glance, it looked like an old tree that was full of insects and had lost all its branches and leaves. It was more than just a dying tree.
"Is he just one breath away from dying?"
Li Yuan was somewhat doubtful in his heart. Could these two withstand the backlash of drawing their swords?
"Shh!"
As soon as Li Yuan walked into the yard, the noise of quarreling disappeared instantly. The old seniors took their seats, looking calm and composed, as if nothing had happened just now.
"This is a bad disciple."
Long Yingchan coughed lightly and introduced the few people.
Long Xixiang said nothing, but silently picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Indeed, he is a peerless talent!"
Taoist Tiancan was full of praise, but after looking him up and down, his expression changed slightly:
"Marrow Refining Mastery?"
"Um?!"
When he spoke, the expressions of several people in the courtyard changed, especially Tian Yingzi, who looked a little unhappy:
"Master Long, don't you know that Wan Zhuliu's blood transfusion is so powerful that he can defeat the Grandmaster?!"
Refining marrow and exchanging blood is a state of mind.
In other words, if the one drawing the sword is refining his marrow, then his sword will appear unexpectedly, just like Wan Zhuliu when his blood is fully transformed!
(End of this chapter)