Nothing is to blame

Chapter 60

In an open space with a radius of more than twenty feet, two groups of shadows tossed up and down.There were dozens of dense "bang bang" sounds in an instant, which seemed to be the impact of weapons.From this point of view, it seems that two people are engaged in a fierce fight.

There are more than ten people around the venue, headed by a middle-aged man, all of them are watching intently, with serious faces.These bystanders were obviously at least ten feet away from the fighters, but as the two fought, sparks of air kept rushing towards their faces, causing their hair to flutter and their clothes to dance.

After a while, the figures of the two fighting each other gradually slowed down.It was only at this time that it became clear that both of them were young people in their twenties and thirties.One is dressed in red scarf and white, with a bright and handsome appearance, holding a bright silver tiger head hook; the other is tall and strong, with a tough face, and the shining snake-shaped sword in his palm emits a penetrating light.

At such an age, the aura released from the fight can spread ten feet away, which can be called shocking in the world of martial arts.However, the faces of this group of people were as usual, and they didn't make any fuss.

The handsome young man holding a tiger head hook is named Huang Zhengde, while the burly young man wielding a snake-shaped sword is named Huang Zhengtu.They are not martial arts geniuses, but monks who have just broken through the second level of true energy.The two are cousins, born in the Huang family of Chunfu Mountain.The Huang family was originally one of thousands of immortal cultivators in the north of the barren sea and west of the Rongzhou Peninsula.

The cultivation methods passed down by the last sects and small aristocratic families are very superficial, and the foreign objects used for cultivating the Tao are extremely scarce.Those with better aptitude can be considered lucky to be able to cultivate to the seventh or eighth level of true qi.The vast majority of people, in this life, are just praying to cultivate to the third or fourth level of true qi, and to live a hundred and fifty or sixty years without disease and disaster.As for breaking through the realm of the spirit form, that is something I dare not even think about.

Because there is no hope of breaking through the spiritual form, this generation embarks on another path, called "Dual Cultivation of Dan and Wu".Combining the practice of true energy and worldly martial arts, strengthen the vitality inside, train the muscles and bones outside, forge magic weapons, supplemented by martial arts, in order to seek the greatest combat power in the true energy.Those qi practitioners who have devoted themselves to cultivating to the eighth or ninth level of true energy may not be the opponents of the dual practitioners at the sixth or seventh level.With this means, as long as he doesn't meet the spirit monks, he is invincible.

In fact, in the history of secular dynasties, those famous generals, armed with heavy soldiers and heavy armor, were known as "the enemy of ten thousand people".

The two cousins, Huang Zhengde and Huang Zhengtu, are monks from a small family who have embarked on the path of "Shuangxiu of alchemy and martial arts".The rotten silver tiger head hook and the cold frost snake-shaped sword in the hands of the two of them did not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, but they were very tough under the impact. It was obvious that they were taking the path of "magic weapons" rather than "magic weapons".

On the surface, these two weapons are very dexterous, and they are not heavy weapons like hammers and bronze figures.But in fact, the rotten silver tiger head hook weighs [-] catties, and the cold frost snake-shaped sword weighs [-] catties. If a mortal knocks it lightly, his tendons and bones will be broken.

At this time, the battle between the two suddenly accelerated.With the rapid exchange of weapons, sparks burst out.In a blink of an eye, Huang Zhengde's tiger-head hook repeatedly approached Huang Zhengtu's chest and abdomen, as if victory was in sight.Huang Zhengtu repeated the tricks in distress, struggling left and right, but his expression remained calm, and he retreated steadily for a while, looking for opportunities.As the two jumped quickly, the onlookers gradually stepped aside.

All of a sudden, Huang Zhengde let out a "squeak", and with a backhand swing of the tiger's head hook, he swung the long sword away from Huang Zhengtu's hand, and then stabbed backwards, piercing Huang Zhengtu's back.Seeing that Huang Zhengtu could hardly resist, the onlookers caught a flash of light in the eyes of the short and sturdy middle-aged man.

However, at this critical moment, Huang Zhengtu unexpectedly bent over and rolled, avoiding the frontal attack of the tiger's head hook.With a backhand, avoiding reality and attacking nothing, he handed out a sword, which was stabbing Huang Zhengde's wrist.

Huang Zhengde missed the silver hook and seemed a little caught off guard.Even though Huang Zhengtu's snake-shaped sword had obviously lost its strength, he still couldn't dodge it. With a "chi", there was a sharp pain in the wrist, and blood flowed out.Huang Zhengde felt a strange force running around in his body, his head was dizzy, and then he collapsed limply on the ground.

Huang Zhengtu didn't seem to have thought that his cousin would not be able to dodge the blow, so he stayed where he was, a little at a loss.He was obviously the winner, but at this moment, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he was even more embarrassed than when he was performing martial arts just now.

Among the bystanders, the short middle-aged man hurriedly stepped forward, took out a gray cloth bag from his bosom, took out a green pill the size of a soybean, and fed it into Huang Zhengde's mouth.With a wave of his hand, two people stepped forward immediately.One person presented a yellowed bamboo tube half a foot long, and picked out a spoonful of black and pungent ointment with a bamboo stick, and applied it to Huang Zhengde's wound.Another person took out a yellow paper talisman that was half an inch wide and five or six inches long, and wrapped it up.With half a stick of incense, Huang Zhengde finally woke up slowly.

The short middle-aged man, Huang Zhengtu and others breathed a sigh of relief.

The orthodox method of the ascetics, such as the first-class magic weapon, is all combined with magic and supernatural powers to defeat the enemy; while the "magic weapon" of the alchemist, although it is very limited for the spiritual monks, it is beyond the reach of the monks of the same generation. It is very powerful in the fight.Once the skin is cut, the evil spirit of the five elements hidden in the magic soldier will penetrate into the enemy's body along with the blood like a gangrene, causing great damage.

Huang Zhengde was accidentally injured during the martial arts competition. If he is not treated in time, he will become a disabled person in all likelihood.

After a while, the two yellow paper talismans gradually turned white and withered, and fell off from the wound on Huang Zhengde's wrist, turning into a ball of fly ash.Huang Zhengde's wound seemed to have recovered, leaving only a shallow scar.The short middle-aged man clasped Huang Zhengde's wrist and said, "It's all right."

His name is Huang Murong, and he is over ninety years old this year.It was only because of his cultivation at the seventh level of true energy that he had such a middle-aged appearance.This person is currently the person in charge of the Huang family, in terms of seniority, he is Huang Zhengde, the second grandpa of Huang Zhengtu's brother.

Huang Murong glanced at Huang Zhengde, who was sluggish, and sighed, "Your spiritual root of the eighth rank is the one with the highest quality of spiritual root in the Huang family of Chunfu Mountain in the past two hundred years. Zhengtu is the aptitude of the ninth rank. That's all. Before entering the valley, Zhengtu was not your ten-fold enemy; in just one year, the gap between the two of you has become smaller and smaller. Until today, you have even been defeated by Zhengtu."

However, Huang Zhengde's eyes were dull, with a lethargic demeanor.It seems that the accusations made by the second grandpa Huang Murong didn't move him at all.

Seeing his sluggish appearance, Huang Murong said emphatically, "With your spiritual root aptitude, it is not hopeless to achieve the ninth level of true energy. One day, if you can walk out of the Wishful Gate, you will have the opportunity to become a spirit form, and take revenge on the Song family and the Shi family. Clan, the important task of revitalizing the clan rests on your shoulders. You have to work hard to cheer yourself up."

Huang Zhengde opened his eyes wide, staring at the strange colorful sky, with a sly smile on his lips, and said weakly: "Get out of the Ruyi Gate? How do you get out? Second Grandpa, our Huang family has not been completely killed. It is already a gift from God to go out to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers as a place to bury the bones. What about revenge on Song Shi and rejuvenation of the clan? Hehe, haha, hahahaha."

Huang Zhengde laughed louder and louder, extremely presumptuous.It's just that no one could tell that there was a hint of despair in this wild laughter.Huang Zhengde looked disrespectful, but Huang Murong didn't say anything to criticize, but just sighed.All of the dozen or so people standing behind had pale faces, with a sense of depression and depression in their expressions.

Looking carefully, the places where these dozen or so people stood were really strange.

This dangerous valley with a vertical and horizontal width of hundreds of acres is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, reaching high into the sky.Although this valley is surrounded by three sides, the lighting is excellent, and the surroundings are transparent, just like when the sun is in the sky.But looking up, this brightness is not the result of the sun and the moon shining brightly.

The five colors are blurred above the head, one piece of blue and one piece of red are like glazed clouds. The five colors intertwined and mixed into a ray of light Zhou Zhaogu, which is really eye-opening.

Not far from the valley, two rows of [-] to [-] spacious bamboo houses were built, enough for more than a hundred people to live in.The bright green color on the poles and beams of this bamboo house has not faded, it is obvious that it has not been built recently.

In front of the bamboo house there is a square lake, close to the edge surrounded on three sides, only ten feet away from where Huang Murong and the others are.The lake has a strange color and is divided into two halves.Half of the water is completely black, like ink; the other half is white and smooth, like goat milk.Where the vegetation is verdant by the lake, it seems that there are stars and mist mixed together, and the brilliance is bizarre.

The direction vacated by the "San Que Yi" is surrounded by bamboo trees and covered by greenery. It seems that this place should be connected to the outside world.Sure enough, it could be seen that many people wearing Huang's costumes walked towards the shrouded vegetation, and their figures disappeared in a blink of an eye.But not long after, another figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the open space.After careful identification, it was the person who went out just now, and for some reason returned to the original place.

Huang Zhengde stared at this cloud of green mist for a long time, then glanced at the straightforward and strong Huang Zhengtu beside him, and said dejectedly: "Brother Zhengtu, I entrust the family's ambition of revenge to you as a brother. Huang's family competition, today This is the last match. Or if you compete with Zhengchun and Zhengyun in the future, it’s up to you.” After speaking, he grabbed the rotten silver tiger head hook in his hand and threw it into the square lake.

Huang Murong was taken aback, but he didn't expect that Huang Zhengde would do this. He wanted to stretch out his hand to take it back, but it was too late. Seeing that this magical weapon that Huang had spent a lot of time building was about to fall into the water.

At this time, there was a sudden crash in the lake, and two-color waves five or six feet high surged.Immediately there was a thunderous roar, a young man with star-like eyes and an unrestrained attitude stepped out of the lake water, looked at the dozens of figures in the valley, a trace of surprise appeared on his handsome face .

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