Yusha

Chapter 28 The Burial of Yin-Yang Tibetan Qi (4k)

In the jungle, Chu Weiyang and his party of four and a half people took advantage of the dark night and thick fog, stepped on the slightly damp soil, and identified the directions around them. Liu Daoren led the way to the collapsed corridor. go.

If you want to "visit the sages" in a more secure manner, it is naturally the most appropriate to go back to the past.

At the same time, Chu Weiyang put a hand on the shoulder of the kingly Taoist, and the young man's fingers were like eagle claws, touching half of the Taoist's lute bone. To start, get close to Wang Daoren's back heart.

The crimson palace ventricle is the cardinal of qi and blood.

Accompanied by the timeless snake letter, a little bit of invisible and quality poisonous energy was pulled out from the heart of Wang Daoren's crimson palace.

Long before, Chu Weiyang had used the same method to pull out all the poisonous qi from the bodies of Liu Daoren and Zhang Daoren, so this time he did it as usual, except that Wang Daoren seemed to be a little afraid of poisonous snakes, and his body became more and more nervous. Liu Daoren and Zhang Daoren walked in the lush sea of ​​trees in Lingqiu Mountain, looking more and more relaxed and comfortable.

In fact, except for Chu Weiyang and the white jade poisonous snake in his hand, no one really knew what it was like before the poisonous qi of the invisible substance exploded.

Even Chu Weiyang, who has mastered the "Qing Zhu Dan Jing", may not dare to say how much he understands this extremely high-quality poison qi.

Only by breathing in the jade snake that swallowed the poisonous qi personally, Chu Weiyang passed on bursts of joy.

If you think about it, it will be very beneficial, and if you think about it, this poisonous qi is also very powerful.

At least Liu Daoren and Zhang Daoren think so.

Because of this, they felt an indescribable sense of relaxation, as if following this action, all diseases were cured, and serious ailments healed.

This sense of relaxation even made Liu Daoren lose some caution.

Stepping between the mountains and forests, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Chu Weiyang quite boldly.

"Look, living in the wilderness, day and night, year after year, all you see is such a desolate and vast scene. The Tao is that you can enjoy the years of life if you practice more. If you live more days, it is just a few more days. It's just bitter."

"My brothers, we have seen the head all our lives, and we have always been like this."

"On the contrary, it's Brother Dao, who was born in Tingchang Mountain, so he is envied by others."

"I don't know what kind of fairy family's grand scene to practice in the mountains. Brother Dao, why don't you tell us a little bit about it, and teach us to open our eyes and see the world!"

After the words fell, Chu Weiyang didn't draw his sword when he heard the somewhat familiar request, but he didn't speak either.

He just looked at Liu Daoren coldly, his sickly pale face became more and more gloomy under the dark night, his pair of eyes trained in ghosts, the deep darkness, even swallowed the surrounding mist!

Chu Weiyang just stared at Liu Daoren silently, until the smile on Liu Daoren's face gradually disappeared, and then that far-fetched expression gradually became embarrassing. She kept avoiding Chu Weiyang's gaze, but didn't know where to look.

At this moment, the white jade poisonous snake retracted into Chu Weiyang's sleeve, and the young man gently patted Wang Daoren on the shoulder.

"All right!"

Chu Weiyang's usual hoarse voice resounded, echoing in the sea of ​​trees and thick fog, and it became more and more hazy.

But at last someone's voice sounded, and the eerie, ghost-like tense atmosphere was swept away immediately.

Seeing Liu Daoren grinning and laughing again, Chu Weiyang stared at him coldly like a poisonous snake on his wrist again.

"It's almost done!"

"I really want to know what it looks like in Tingchang Mountain?"

"That's what I dare to say, do you really dare to listen?"

"Shake your head to yourself, has poisonous qi planted in your brain! If you really want to get sick, it's better to say in advance, I'll finish you here, save the inside of the tunnel, and let you kill me alone Kill everyone!"

"I didn't want to say bad things at first. It's just a meeting today. Some words will inevitably hurt my feelings. But if I don't say them again and again, it will inevitably cause more disasters!"

"Liu Daoyou, it's not the first day you've been living in this wilderness. You shouldn't understand the truth that disaster comes from your mouth."

"Can you live to this day, you are such a frivolous person?"

"Do not."

"I think you are testing, testing me, or testing Tingchang Mountain!"

"There's no need to explain any more, fellow daoist, it's best not to talk again, but if you teach me to hear similar words again, on Yinsiquan Road, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

A few words, timed to make Taoist Liu blush.

He seemed a little ashamed.

But in the end, just as Chu Weiyang asked, without saying a word, he nodded towards the young man, then turned around, and walked ahead alone to lead the way.

In the same place, Chu Weiyang frowned slightly.

The evil qi surrounding him could affect even Yan Jianming, who was at the peak of his Qi refining period, let alone Liu Daoren, who was already poisoned with qi.

Words are destined to hurt people, but Chu Weiyang has to say it.

Because, after this brief farce, a long silence and dead silence enveloped the crowd.

And the almost frozen gloomy atmosphere almost vividly showed to Chu Weiyang the loneliness and loneliness of the long road ahead.
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Another place in the sea of ​​trees.

The familiar spirit patterns and cloud seals appeared in the half-hanging air, intertwined from end to end, connecting into a series of prohibitions, turning into invisible curtains and falling down.

Now as Yan Jianming knocked down a dharma seal, a corner of the curtain was lifted, and Chun Yuhuai and Yan Jianming went straight into the restriction, one in front of the other.

On a flat open space, a wooden building stands facing south, with a familiar plaque hanging on the front door, and on the plaque is written three seal characters—Jieyulou.

Looking carefully, even the handwriting is almost the same as the previous three characters "Zhaifenglou".

At this moment, Chunyu Huai was the first to stand on the open space in front of the Rain Picking Tower, raising his sword fingers high with one hand, and holding a bright yellow talisman on his fingertips. Turning around, there was a flash of bitter air, which made people shudder.

It's just that the hand was raised high, but it hasn't been lowered for a long time.

Chunyu Huai seemed to be frozen there.

Seven emotions above.

At that moment, the boy's entire face was distorted into a ball. It was a kind of almost tyrannical anger and unwillingness stemming from the boy's heart after a short period of failed hopes!

The raging anger soared to the top of the sky, and the killing intent in his eyes made Chun Yuhuai have a strong impulse at a certain moment, wanting to simply knock the talisman in his hand on Yan Jianming's body!

It's really unreliable to do a little thing!

On the southbound road, one after another went on business trips on Yan Jianming's body, and the great cause of Dongshan Chunyu's family and Tingchangshan was almost destroyed in the hands of this one person!

Unexpectedly, he still felt that he was very clever, especially he didn't know where he was wrong!
It's even more disgusting to the teeth...

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Fortunately, after a while, Chunyu Huai took a deep breath, and helped the distorted face to calm down little by little.

Even so, Chunyu Huai didn't turn around, but twisted his neck and glanced back at Yan Jianming.

The talisman was put into the sleeve robe, and Chun Yuhuai pointed to the Jieyu Building, looking at Yan Jianming who was frowning tightly with eyes that were so cold that there was no emotion.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Yan! Tell me, where is the person? Where is the person you arranged here?"

Until now, Yan Jianming seems to have finally realized that some things are beyond his control.

Even if he was facing Chunyu Huai, he still couldn't help but panic.

"This... I did arrange him here at the time, I only told him the location of Jieyu Building, and even followed him for a while, just to go back to pick you up, so..."

Before Yan Jianming could finish speaking, Chunyu Huai waved his hand.

"So you didn't see him living in the Jieyu Building?"

"So you lost people just like that?"

"You go back and pick me up? What do you pick me up for?"

"You are rushing me back!"

The more he spoke, the more anger surged in Chunyu Huai's heart.

"Yan Jianming! Don't worry! When you return to the mountain gate, you will eat pots, kill people, cut feet, pour lead, and break vertebrae..."

"I will let you choose—!"

At the end of the sentence, Chunyu Huai clenched his teeth, and almost squeezed out every word from his teeth.

After hearing this sentence, almost instantly, a layer of sweat broke out on Yan Jianming's forehead, and it was about to drip down immediately.

He half-raised his hands, but he didn't know whether he was waving his hands, or he was shaking in place in fear.

He opened his mouth tremblingly, and the trembling tone barely composes words.

"My original intention... Nephew... I really do it for your own good..."

"I……"

"I don't understand anything..."

"Now... what should I do?"

Xu Shi was extremely angry, but at this moment, Chunyu Huai closed his eyes again in despair.

His words were no longer angry, but calm.

The kind of calm that teaches people to be more afraid.

"What else can I do? Dig three feet to find it! Anyway, I'm left here, you, and the escaped prisoner of Jianzong, only one of you can leave this sea of ​​trees alive!"

"I know, you didn't understand anything beforehand."

"No matter how clever you are and how bad things can be, I shouldn't blame you, let alone yell at you."

"If Tingchang Mountain is to become a holy land, a great religion, and the righteous Xuanzong, it must have seniority and inferiority."

"Uncle Yan, I used to respect you, right?"

"But you need to continue to live in order to be my good uncle!"

"I'll just wait here, waiting for your result!"
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"Stop—stop—!"

"If you move again, you will step on my foot!"

"Is this where you used talismans to escape?"

"It's almost there. There isn't too much poison qi dissipating. With my spiritual pet here, there is no need to worry about this. Fellow Daoist Liu, find out where the corner of the underground palace collapsed. Let's go straight to the main hall of the underground palace!"

In the dark underground corridor, several people lined up, carefully moving forward in the dark corridor.

Because they understood that the tunnel and the underground palace were filled with poisonous qi, and they were afraid that there would be some unpredictable changes if they were lit on fire again, so the group moved here in the dark without seeing anything.

Of course, nothing is invisible.

At least, at this moment, Chu Weiyang, in such a familiar environment, could almost see the figures of the people and the traces of time on the broken stones in the corridor.

This was a gift to Chu Weiyang from the difficult life in Zhenmo's Cave for several years.

Walking slowly along the way taught Chu Weiyang to read those traces carefully.

Under the mottled traces eroded by the years, there should have been some gorgeous reliefs.

But until now, Chu Weiyang can barely distinguish clearly, there are only a few deep notches in the relief, and a rough look, there are Taoists with ethereal figures, and flowers, birds, fish and insects in a harmonious way. Arranged like a painting, there are several kinds of utensils that seem to be used for rituals such as tripods, urns, statues, and gui.

After that, with the collapse of the corridor, it was completely reduced to powder.

Seeing such a scene, Chu Weiyang was very sad.

Perhaps, that Taoist's Buxu figure recorded in detail the practice method of some kind of supreme skill.

The paintings of flowers, birds, fish and insects are the pictures of some kind of supreme profound art.

And those sacrificial tools may be some very high-quality magic weapons and secret techniques of refining.

But these have become ashes and dust, and the shallow scratches can no longer carry such a legal system and inheritance.

A lot of memories like this from the previous life came up and hit Chu Weiyang's heart hard, making him feel so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe when he thought about it.

etc--

breathe?

hold on--

What about people?

Chu Weiyang shook his head violently, and at some point, there was no one around him.

Even with the shaking of his head, he couldn't even feel the weight of the basket on his back at this moment.

What's more, the constant pain and hunger that haunted this sick body, originating from the evil energy and exercises, also disappeared.

As if thinking of the past and the present, Chu Weiyang's thoughts are almost not like his own.

From touching the gold captain to Faqiu Zhonglang general, from handing in cultural relics to playing disco in the tomb...

The frenzied flood of memories almost overwhelmed Chu Weiyang's mind, and the uncontrollable torrent of thoughts made Chu Weiyang almost unable to maintain normal sanity and thinking.

At this moment, a wet feeling suddenly came from the tiger's mouth on his right hand.

The momentary tingling pain made this vain dizziness melt away like ice and snow.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and when he opened his eyes again, Chu Weiyang was still standing there.

At the same time, the pain and hunger that originated from the depths of his soul made Chu Weiyang truly discern the truth and falsehood in front of him.

In a trance, it was actually some kind of regret.

Slowly gathered his mind.

Beside him, two Taoists Zhang and Wang were lying on the ground, sleeping deeply.

Looking up into the distance, at the collapsed corner of the underground palace, in front of the narrow passage that could barely pass alone, was Liu Daoren lying face down on the ground, not sure whether he was dead or alive.

Looking at it like this, there was no other change in the surroundings. He raised his hand and gently scratched the jade snake wrapped around his right hand.

Chu Weiyang walked to Liu Daoren's side in just a few steps.

The strong poisonous qi that burst out suddenly came from the crack in the underground palace, which taught everyone to fall into the trick without knowing it.

At the wrist, the jade snake buzzed happily like never before, it greedily breathed out the poisonous qi.

Ignoring Liu Daoren, he lowered his head, and Chu Weiyang looked at the collapsed rubble.

There are still mottled traces, but they are much lighter than those in the corridor.

Looking carefully, Chu Weiyang vaguely saw two ancient seal characters——

Purple Toad!

(End of this chapter)