Martial arts start from the visualization of tortoise breathing

Chapter 257; Monk Xuanming, Zhenwu Si Lu Qianqiu [[-] words]

It was snowing heavily, and the huge Guangling Mansion City was covered in snow and ice. Fang Ping walked into the house, put on black tights, a mask, and a bamboo hat, and his temperament became chilling. His eyes were neither happy nor sad, like a killing machine, he left the manor and went to the grove twenty miles outside the city.

The cold north wind rustled the flowers and trees.

When Fang Ping came to the small forest, he saw Tantai Qingluo dressed as a thug. The other party seemed to have been waiting here for a few days. He was not angry when he saw Fang Ping taking so long to come. He just took out something from his bosom. , and threw it into Fang Ping's hands.

"It contains the venom in your strange toad poison sac, which is mixed with more than a dozen types of poison to concoct a strange poison. I have tried it, and if it is contaminated with my cultivation, the blood will speed up, palpitations and chest tightness for a while. , you can smear it on your Innate Profound Armament."

Fang Ping flicked his fingers, and the cork flew off, and the mouth of the bottle turned downward, pouring out a drop of viscous venom.

Chi Chi Chi

The colorful venom fell on the ground covered with ice and snow, and immediately corroded a large pit on the ground. After soaking into the soil, the flowers and plants within a radius of [-] meters all withered and fell, along with the surrounding towering trees. Also because it absorbed the toxins in the soil, it turned black and rotted, and its vitality was cut off.

"Good thing." Fang Ping nodded, and with a sword strike, the Xiantian Xuanbing in the sword box flew out of the sky. He poured a whole bottle of poison on the Xiantian Xuanbing's sword. , must not be able to withstand such a corrosive poison, but the innate black soldier sleeping with thirteen weird vertical pupils absorbed all the poison outside the sword body with a slight clang.

Tantai Qingluo also took a look at the Xiantian Xuanbing in Fang Ping's hands a few more times. The so-called Xiantian Xuanbing is a peerless magic weapon with various extraordinary powers. If used properly, it can easily kill people whose realm is much higher than her own. martial arts monk.

The Congenital Profound Armament in her hands is an inheritance of Mingyue Palace from generation to generation, only the past lords know about it, not even the elders of Mingyue Palace know that there is a Congenital Profound Armament in Mingyue Palace.

"Before we set off, I would like to say something from the bottom of my heart. The soul-chasing old man bears the inheritance of the Martial Dao Holy Land, so don't take it lightly. If you can't do something, don't rush for success, suzerain. Anyway, we can afford it. We can't kill that soul-chasing man this time. Old man, you can also boil this old thing to death." Fang Ping, who had finished quenching the poison for the Xiantian Xuanbing, seriously told the female suzerain.

The female suzerain's master died young because of the soul-chasing old man. This is a bloody feud. Fang Ping is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid that the female suzerain will be dazzled by hatred.

"En." Tantai Qingluo pressed indifferently. Although she was eager for revenge, she would never put herself in danger. With the Congenital Xuanbing in his hand and Fang Ping sweeping from the side, the two of them were no match for that bloody soldier. The old soul also has the assurance of getting out of the body.

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In the 36th year of Shenzong, in mid-January.

Yanzhou, Qinghe Prefecture, Wuyang County.

In the cold weather, the entire outer city of Wuyang City was deserted, and there were not many pedestrians on the streets.

An old man wearing a shabby cotton robe, with an old face, a stooped figure, and a little sluggish walk, dragged a seven or eight-year-old girl by his hand, sitting in a tavern with few customers.

"Old man Li, heat a pot and burn a knife for me!"

A man from Wu who lived nearby, braved the wind and snow, entered the tavern after a tiring day, and greeted the old man sitting in the corner, "Old man Li, your granddaughter is getting more and more fresh. Make a kiss with my Huzi?"

The drinking guests in the tavern burst into laughter.

A few years ago, old man Li brought his granddaughter to Wuyang County to open a small tavern. Let the neighbors think about it.

"How can I do that, old man, I'm counting on my granddaughter to take care of me in the old age. If I want to get married, I will let your tiger's son marry in and provide for the old man's old age. The baby born will also take the old man's surname."

Old man Li replied with a straight face.

The man who threatened to get engaged smiled dryly. In this era, family inheritance is important. If his son is asked to marry, the children born must have different surnames. Not to mention his refusal, the ancestors and ancestors would not agree if they knew it.

"Old man Li, you are not young, are you eighty? You can still struggle for a few more years. I have a way here. If you sell your granddaughter to a rich family in the inner city to be a maid, you can also save a fortune for the elderly." A guest After drinking two more glasses, he shouted loudly, causing the guests in the tavern to snort.

After a while, a group of people came outside the tavern.

"It's Lord Bao." The guests in the tavern lowered their heads unanimously, as if they were very scared.

Lord Bao, who walked into the tavern, was tall and strong. He was wearing only a thin long gown under the cold winter months, and he didn't feel too cold. Anyone who knew him knew that he was a high-grade warrior with strong energy and blood.

Looking around at the guests in the tavern viciously, Lord Bao stamped his feet and shook off the snowflakes outside his trouser legs. First he asked old man Li to boil a pot of wine for him, and then he said with a smile on his face: "No Taiping, the guild leader stipulates that businesses in the nearby streets have to pay an extra protection fee of one tael of silver, take the money."

The crowd gasped.

The small tavern run by old man Li depends entirely on the neighbors in the neighborhood to take care of the business. If you are lucky, you can save seven or eight taels of silver throughout the year. Lord Bao collects protection fees twice a year, one tael at a time, which increases by one tael , I have to pay four taels of silver a year.

"Master Bao, can you be accommodating, I really can't afford that much money." Old man Li asked with a sad face.

"Rules are rules, if you don't pay them, you're looking down on our Tiger Gang." Master Bao snorted coldly.

Old man Li nodded, suddenly aged a lot, and tremblingly handed over two taels of silver.

"Let's take it easy, it's better to be beaten to avoid disaster than to lose money." After Lord Bao took the money and left, someone in the tavern comforted old man Li.

It was dark and the tavern was closed.

Everything returns to silence.

The two figures disappeared in the alley outside the tavern in a flash.

"Are you sure that's the old soul chasing old man? I think he is an old man who lives with his granddaughter?" Fang Ping asked.

Tantai Qingluo nodded slightly, "The ghosts and monsters of the Wansha Building are all over Daxuan. You should have a deep understanding of the ability to search for information and investigate their whereabouts. It is clearly written on the mission scroll. This old man escaped five years ago. After being hunted down by Zhen Wusi, he changed his appearance and came to Wuyang County to open a small tavern."

Fang Ping no longer doubted, and sighed: "The big hermit lives in the city, and the little hermit lives in the wild. Older comrades are amazing."

"..." Tantai Qingluo glanced at the person in front of her, "What should I do next?"

"What to do, of course, first try to find out how much he weighs." Fang Ping had a plan in his mind.

More than a hundred years ago, the soul-chasing old man slaughtered wantonly in the rivers and lakes, and his enemies were all over the world. Now he is practicing in seclusion, mainly because he has too many enemies. If the position of this soul-chasing old man is spread to the rivers and lakes, it will be fine Has it attracted a large number of masters to attack and kill him?

"Good idea." Tantai Qingluo, who knew about Fang Ping's plan, agreed, and then together with Fang Ping, they found the ghosts and ghosts lurking in Wuyang County.

According to the rules of Wan Sha Lou, the demons and monsters collect information and cooperate with the assassination mission as much as possible in addition to investigating the whereabouts. Tantai Qingluo, as a killer at the level of Tianzi, ordered the demons and monsters in Shanyang County to report the news of the soul-chasing old man to Spread it to the rivers and lakes, the next thing to do is to wait patiently.

"One thing, it should be noted that the old man who is chasing soul is a super strong person who has cultivated in the realm of the gods." Fang Ping added one, this is to prevent someone with weak strength from appearing to die, not only can't find the old man who is chasing soul With his strength, he had to scare the snake away.

Demons and monsters are like stars in the sky, distributed in all the prefectures and counties of the Daxuan Dynasty. Next, it is conceivable to spread any news quickly. In just a few days, the rivers and lakes exploded.

One month later, at the beginning of March, the ice and snow melted, and the spring was full of vitality. Wuyang County was a little more lively, and the deserted streets were also a little more lively. During this time, strange faces entered Wuyang County one after another.

Just like today, a monk wearing a golden cassock and holding a nine-ringed Zen staff came to Wuyang County. He has a solemn face, piercing eyes, and nine scars on his head.

"Monk Xuanming."

After receiving the picture album handed over by the demon and ghost, it painted every move of a monk after he entered Wuyang County. On a par with this Xuanming monk, this person is practicing the Buddhist Demon Subduing Kungfu, and he was born in Chaotian Temple."

"More than a hundred years ago, the soul-chasing old man killed thousands of disciples of Chaotian Temple in order to obtain the secret skills of Chaotian Temple. This monk Xuanming went out for a trip at that time, and when he returned, he saw that his family's inheritance was destroyed. Since then I went all over the rivers and lakes looking for the trace of this soul-chasing old man."

Fang Ping laughed, the female sect wanted to take revenge, and the monk also wanted to take revenge. It would be very difficult for the soul chasing old man to save himself from danger this time.

Two days later, another big shot came to Wuyang County.

Tantai Qingluo read the brochure presented by the monster, and said: "This person should be the deputy commander of the Zhenwu Division, Lu Qianqiu, who opened up a second human body secret store."

"A monk Xuanming, together with a deputy commander of the Zhenwu Division, and hundreds of masters of the world, if the soul chasing old man has not noticed it, he is old and dazzled. Let's see how he struggles. .” Fang Ping and the suzerain looked at each other.

Just as Fang Ping expected.

The tavern was bustling with excitement. In the eyes of the neighbors, the taciturn old man Li, who was pulling his granddaughter and depended on each other, looked at the master of the rivers and lakes sitting in the tavern.

"Are they all here for the old man? Who leaked the old man's whereabouts?"

(End of this chapter)