Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 45
Zhan Changfeng adjusted his breath into tranquility, no longer absorbed pure yin energy, and specialized in the six senses.

She found that the cultivation of the Dharma and martial arts are somewhat similar in effect. Although the martial arts is to temper oneself and tap the five elements of the body, the Dharma is to sense all things in nature and breathe out the vitality of the world, but at the root, it is to improve the "I" Mastery, explore the secrets of the body and even the soul.

Zhan Changfeng doesn't really care about what to cultivate, what she cares about is what is revealed in the process of cultivation, and the reason why she is interested in continuing to cultivate is not her strength, but she believes that in addition to the body and soul, there must be other things she doesn't know. Something is waiting for her.

The more she knew, the more humble she became towards the world.

The farther she went, the more she wanted to take this universe apart and observe.

The unknown is always the most fascinating thing.

Now, a key called "cultivation" has given her the ambition to open the world.

Tick
In the lobby, a drop of water rolled down the edge of the table and fell into her ear.

She opened her eyes, and her eyes fell on the untouched food. The little station actually had a secret.

In the middle of the moon, the lights of the inn have all been extinguished, like a lonely grave in the wilderness, the cold chill is spreading.

This chill is different from the cold brought by pure yin.

Pure yin force is one of the high-level energy of heaven and earth, representing pure "death", and its coldness is a supreme stillness.

However, the chill in the inn is like the letter of a poisonous snake, a crisis and a thorn.

Ghost or evil?

Outside the inn, the sound of the flute gradually began to sound like weeping and complaining, as if a very thin thread was wrapped around the heart, strangling into the flesh, making people suffocate.

Zhan Changfeng concentrated her strength and tried her best to counteract the influence. She just had a moment of uncontrollable limbs and the urge to follow the sound of the flute.

Tables and stools are dragged. The sound of the door opening is heard frequently, and in the darkness, this inn seems to be alive.

Zhan Changfeng turned his ears and heard someone go downstairs, and then the door was opened, and chaotic footsteps sounded in unison.

Suddenly Zhan Changfeng heard a childish cry, "Master. Senior brother, where are you going, why don't you take me with you?"

Well, is anyone else unaffected?
Zhan Changfeng picked up his sword and went out, the doors of the left and right rooms were open, there was no one inside, and the driver was not there.

But there were also a few doors that were locked, and she pushed them in from the inside.How are these people okay?

The sound of the flute was getting farther and farther, almost inaudible.

Zhan Changfeng didn't stay any longer, and quickly chased after him.

It was cold and misty tonight, and when she looked from a distance, she saw a group of people staggeringly walking towards the depths of the forest.The driver is inside.

There was also a small figure pulling at the corner of the clothes of the person next to him, vaguely saying something.

Zhan Changfeng didn't understand the situation, so he didn't rush forward, he just hung it not far or near, while locking the source of the Xiaosheng.

The sound of the flute is very vague, as if it is blowing from all directions, and it is difficult to determine the specific direction and distance.

The colder the colder, the taller the trees obscured the night sky.Going in again, I'm afraid it's not something she can grasp.

But with the girls, waking them up is no easy task.

Zhan Changfeng picked up a few pebbles, swooshing through the air, and the group fell one after another.

She waited for ten breaths, but the sound of the xiao did not stop, so she walked out.

Zhan Changfeng checked the driver's pulse, and after confirming that it was a sign of coma, a pot of ice water fell directly into his face.

"Pfft, cough." The coachman was playing a long jump with a carp, his eyes were alert, and when he saw that it was Zhan Changfeng, he touched his face, "Master Dian, why are we here?"

"Try to wake them up, forget it." As soon as Zhan Changfeng finished speaking, the kettle in his hand was torn off, and he bowed his head. The three- or four-year-old child/tong was pulling the strap of the kettle, holding back tears and timidity. Looking at her, "little brother, lend me a loan."

"There is no water."

The boy held back his tears, held back his tears, and then burst into tears.

"." Zhan Changfeng looked at the coachman, and the coachman immediately jumped to the side of the old man in sackcloth, "I'll try to slap him to see if he can wake up."

"Snapped!"

Master was beaten? !

The boy shivered while holding the old man's arm, looking at Zhan Changfeng and the two was like looking at the big devil, and even forgot to cry.

However, this slap was effective, the old man in linen woke up leisurely, the corners of his mouth twitched, causing a burning pain, but after seeing the surrounding situation, the pain was thrown away by him, "What's going on! "

Seeing that it was effective, the driver quickly grabbed the young man and raised his palm with a big fan.

"Hey, strong man, I can't help it." The old man in linen rushed up, he knew why his face was so swollen.

The coachman stared at him, if it wasn't for His Highness's instructions, who would care, "I have to wake him up."

"I'll come, I'll come!" The old man in linen slapped the boy on the back with a condensed breath, and instantly woke the boy up.

"These people are."

"It's also a post station."

Zhan Changfeng took a closer look and found that most of them were the men in the lobby, "Wake them all up first, and then we can go out."

The old man in sackcloth heard the sound of the flute, and his heart skipped a beat, how dare he waste time.

"Why am I here?"

"What the hell happened?"

As soon as people wake up, confusion is inevitable. Zhan Changfeng didn't explain his thoughts. Seeing that the last person woke up, he simply waved to the driver and planned to leave.

"Stop!" the leader of the men shouted, "None of you are allowed to leave, just wait here!"

Everyone is angry now, let's not talk about the incident, what do you want to do with Joe when you come up!
"Hugh is crazy, who do you think you are."

"Is this related to you, do you know anything!"

"What do you want to do to us!"

The leader glared at Niu's eyes and showed a token, "Si Xunfu is handling the case, if you don't want to die, shut up!"

"You two stay and guard them, the others follow me!"

"Yes!"

Seeing that the man and his party ran towards the depths of the forest, the group of people who had just shouted were quiet.

The Governor's Office?
The Yin Dynasty had no such institution.

This time, without Zhan Changfeng winking, the driver approached the old man in linen and asked, "Uncle, what does the Si Xun Mansion do? Why do you all listen to them so much?"

The old man in linen didn't answer, but asked, "What are you doing here?"

The driver couldn't answer and looked at Zhan Changfeng.

The old man in linen touched the aching back of his neck and looked at Zhan Changfeng. Although he asked the driver, he actually wanted to hear her answer.

When he woke up, he saw that his little apprentice and his master and servant were standing, and the back of the servant's neck was swollen. No matter what he thought, the one who really saved them was the child who stood by and watched.

Thinking about it this way, this little boy is unpredictable, with a stone in one hand playing the imposing manner of martial arts, and the occasional aura seems to be of Dharma.

And no matter whether it is martial arts or law, he is not confused by the sound of the xiao, which makes people look at him.

It was very dark around, someone lit firewood, and the fire was flickering.Zhan Changfeng discovered early in the morning that these people are not simple, and there is power in their bodies.

Thinking of the sudden increase of travelers in Huangzhou City, the Tongtian Road in August and a half, and the so-called cultivator's yearning - Zangyunjian, she said, "I'm here to seek the Tao."

The old man in linen looked like this, "Hey, your master or family, haven't you mentioned the Si Xun mansion?"

"I died early, and I didn't explain it." Zhan Changfeng thought his words were very interesting. Could it be that there are many people who come from or know about Zangyunjian?

When she answered like this, the sackclothed old man was embarrassed to ask further questions, and said, "It is generally forbidden to communicate between Zangyunjian and the mortal world, but there are also many people in Zangyunjian who have no intention of cultivating or give up cultivation due to insufficient qualifications. When I returned to the mortal world to enjoy an ordinary life, I opened a road, nicknamed Tongtian Road."

"Tongtian Road opens every year in August and a half. Only on August and a half, monks in Zangyunjian can go to the mortal world with orders, and monks in the mortal world or their descendants can also take certificates and go to Zangyunjian for a fight. Fight the way."

"It's just this coming and going, there are more people with cultivation in the mortal world. In order to prevent them from causing damage to the mortal world, the Sixth Institute of Cangyunjian has set up a special inspector's office to deal with the affairs of mortal monks."

(End of this chapter)