Fu Shifeng

Chapter 296 Thunder and Wings

Chenzhou is one of the southernmost state capitals on the Jiangnan West Road. Before reaching the city, you can see the winding five ridges in the distance, the green peaks and mist, and even the morning sunshine is hazy.

But what is more surprising is that Chenzhou is not as remote and poor as expected. There are many neatly built manors and villas on the lakeside in the north of the city. The pavilions and pavilions still have a bit of the high-end style of Guanzhong, but they are much smaller in size.

After some inquiry, I found out that because Chenzhou was the only way to Lingnan, many officials who had been demoted passed through this place.

However, being demoted is no better than being exiled. There may be a chance of reversal and recovery. Especially among those officials who were demoted to Chenzhou, many of them quickly gained fortunes and were promoted to other places. Instead, this place was called the place where "demoted officials and blessings stayed".

There were also some officials who were supposed to go to Lingnan prefectures and counties to take up posts. They regarded Lingnan as a dead end and simply concealed the news, entrusted their official duties to local subordinates, and stayed in Chenzhou to wait for the imperial court to issue a reply.

Over time, many officials stayed in Chenzhou. They built houses here and did not work on paperwork. They spent their days traveling around the mountains and rivers, reciting poems and singing poems, and felt at ease.

In addition, there are silver and iron deposits in Chenzhou and it is located at the chokepoint between the north and south of Wuling. Many craftsmen opened kilns and fired porcelain directly here, and sold them to Hu merchants in Guangzhou via Lingnan, which actually made the place rich and useful.

Maling Mountain is located in the northeastern suburbs outside Chenzhou City. It is also known as Su Xianling because it is said that there was an immortal named Su who boiled water with leaves from the mountain to treat sick people.

"Actually, that's not an immortal, but a disciple of my Yunmeng Pavilion."

After hearing the news, Mu Xiangling said to Cheng Sanwu: "He is the spirit of an old tree in Maling Mountain. He was once instructed by Xiao Jun to cultivate the human form, and helped to guard the seal that suppressed the mandrill. If he is injured or injured, He was cured easily, but mortals couldn’t understand his wonder, so they regarded him as an immortal.”

"This is actually how most immortals in the world came to be." Cheng Sanwu said with a smile.

Cheng Sanwu asked Qin Wangshu, Zhang Fan and others to stay in the city. He followed Mu Xiangling to the depths of Maling Mountain, bypassed a circle of mazes, and came to a quiet and blessed place isolated from the hustle and bustle.

This blessed land uses a big tree as the center of the formation, opening the barrier, and the leaves emit little rays of light, rising and falling uncertainly.

Mu Xiangling came to the big tree and knocked on the trunk, just like an ordinary person knocking on the door.

Not long after, a man appeared from the root of the tree. He was gorgeously dressed and handsome. As soon as he arrived, he bowed to Mu Xiangling.

"Mrs. Xiangling, thank you for your hard work." The man was very respectful.

Cheng Sanwu folded his arms and remained silent. Mu Xiangling introduced, "This is Su Shaodan. The seal that suppresses the mandrill depends on his care for many years."

"That monkey with wings doesn't seem to be very powerful." Cheng Sanwu looked at Su Shaodan and the ancient tree behind him. Although it was full of vitality, in Cheng Sanwu's opinion, it was not powerful enough to suppress it. Big monster.

Su Shaodan was quick-thinking and immediately said: "Jun Zhaoyang has misunderstood. I am not the one who set up the seal. I am just taking advantage of the convenient location to guard the door."

Cheng Sanwu asked: "That mandrill was sealed by Mu Xiaojun?"

Su Shaodan did not answer. He glanced at Mu Xiangling and heard her say: "It was a hidden master who cast a spell to make the mandrill fall into a dream and make it sleep for hundreds of years."

"Hidden master, hehe." Cheng Sanwu didn't bother to pierce it, and said with his sword: "Then quickly open the seal and let me see who this mandrill is."

"Wait a minute." A hint of seriousness appeared on Su Shaodan's expression: "This mandrill is unusual. It has two wings on its back. Once it escapes from the seal, it will definitely fly into the sky, and it will be very fast, and we can't catch up. In addition, it has a weapon in its hand. The hammer and chisel can draw thunder to strike down, and it is very powerful, so we avoid it for fear of not being able to catch it."

After hearing these words, Cheng Sanwu laughed dumbly: "I can't help you at all."

"If such a monster can be easily dealt with, why seal it?" Su Shaodan said helplessly.

"I don't understand." Cheng Sanwu tapped his forehead: "It's always more troublesome to catch people than to kill them. Why is it easier to seal them than to kill them when it comes to you? Suppressing such a big monster and sealing it, supposedly It should be more troublesome, right?"

"I can't say for sure about the other great demons, but because this mandrill is so fast, it has very keen senses to avoid hitting obstacles in the forest when flying." Su Shaodan explained: "Back then... the hidden master was... It is to spot this point, cast illusion, and in turn use the sharp perception of the mandrill to make it fall into a dream and be unable to extricate itself."

"Wouldn't it be nice to take this opportunity to cut off the monkey's head?" Cheng Sanwu said again.

Su Shaodan had no choice but to reply: "That reclusive master had a good life, so he chose to imprison rather than kill him. We can't say anything."

"Hypocrisy." Cheng Sanwu cursed, moved his shoulders, and continued: "Okay, after so much nonsense, don't you still have to rely on me to kill you?"

Su Shaodan and Mu Xiangling looked at each other. They knew what was going on and didn't want to refute, so they said: "Then please Zhaoyang Lord, be prepared. Once the mandrill breaks the seal and is born, he will not have to kill people and eat brains to satisfy his hunger. Don't Let it break into the city at the foot of the mountain."

Cheng Sanwu pulled out the Hundred-Refined Divine Sword, looked at the red fire marks on the blade that had not faded, and touched it with his hand, and the flaming wind echoed around.

Su Shaodan came to an open space overgrown with weeds in the distance, raised a short staff, raised it high, and then wedged it into the ground like a pile, suddenly tearing a crack.

Looking through the crack, Cheng Sanwu tried to sense the darkness inside the crack, and felt a bone-chilling chill that almost penetrated into his consciousness.

"Damn, these goblins' words really can't be true!" Cheng Sanwu cursed in his heart. He saw that the method of sealing the mandrill was not only the so-called dream, but the seal itself was like freezing the mandrill in the ice, making it The vitality of the body came to a standstill.

But now is not the time to worry about such trivial matters. As Cheng Sanwu came closer, the scorching wind poured into the cracks in the ground, and the cold seal quickly melted and disintegrated.

Before seeing the other party's figure, Cheng Sanwu sensed a hidden violent and restless aura, like strong wine that had been gathering dust for many years, burning all the internal organs of a person.

A pair of eyes with a faint green light opened from the darkness and stared directly at Cheng Sanwu above the crack. Just by looking at each other like this, they knew that they were not easy-going people.

Without waiting for a second look, a strong gust of wind blew out from the depths of the crack, causing people's faces to hurt. Immediately afterwards, a gray shadow shot straight into the sky, crashed through the barrier in one breath, went straight into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"This..." Su Shaodan was startled when he saw this. He didn't expect the mandrill to escape so decisively, and quickly asked: "Why didn't Lord Zhaoyang stop him just now?"

"Why stop him?" Cheng Sanwu still raised his head and waited.

"The mandrill escaped from the seal and must have fled elsewhere to cause harm. It will be difficult to recapture it now!" Su Shaodan said quickly. "Do you really think this mandrill is an ordinary beast? Are you going to run away as soon as you find the opportunity?" Cheng Sanwu sneered and said with a smile: "That man is looking down upon him!"

After saying this, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, Cheng Sanwu's knees sank slightly, and then he jumped up, like a fire dragon roaring into the sky, flying out of the sky.

Then there was a shocking explosion, and thunder and fire collided in mid-air. A long-faced strange ape with two wings on its back, the iron chisel in its hand gathered thunder, and the moment it clashed with the Bailian Divine Sword, the thunder and fire surged, directly tearing the top-breaking barrier to pieces!

Both were shaken back by the blow, and Cheng Sanwu felt thunder and lightning strike his body, his muscles and bones trembled, and his joints almost bounced uncontrollably. My whole body was covered in sweat, and even my scalp was numb.

"Huh? Interesting." Cheng Sanwu stood firm and praised.

When martial arts cultivation reaches the level of Cheng Sanwu, there is no need to deliberately use thoughts, and the Gang Qi will automatically protect the body. External attacks must break through the Gang Qi before they can damage the body.

Therefore, facing ordinary warriors, Cheng Sanwu was able to stand still and let them hit him with swords, axes and hammers, but he remained unscathed. Even the reaction of Gang Qi alone is enough to injure ordinary people.

The real threats to Cheng Sanwu are either those like Gu Lianshan and the Iron-gnawing Beast, who use extreme sharpness to break through the dense aura, or those like Liu Xuantong and One-horned Cangsi, who rely on world-shattering divine power to forcibly destroy the protective shield. The power of the body. The other damage caused by water and fire are not as useful as these two.

But now Cheng Sanwu has learned another method. The thunder caused by this mandrill is extremely difficult to resist. The body-protecting Gangqi is dissociated layer by layer in front of it. After hitting the body, it follows the muscles and veins, and its momentum is very fast. Cheng Sanwu had no time to raise his energy to resist.

Fortunately, he has a strong body, and his internal organs and meridians have been trained by the inflammation for a long time. His iron-clad body is not an exaggeration, and he survived this blow without any serious injuries.

As for the so-called lightning flash in the mind, Cheng Sanwu experienced it with his body this time.

The thunder in the sky gradually subsided. Looking up, Cheng Sanwu could see clearly what the mandrill looked like.

It is slightly shorter than an ordinary man, with a slim build and sparse gray hair. It looks like an old man with thin teeth and sparse hair among mortals. The wings on the back are not feather wings, but fleshy wings similar to bats. The hands and feet are similar to bird claws. The left hand holds a chisel and the right hand holds a mallet, with electric snakes wrapped around them.

Mu Xiangling had told Cheng Sanwu before that this mandrill had a special origin. It was born in a dead tree that was bombarded by thunder. It was said to be a wooden guest, but it did not become a spirit from a tree, but more like a dead tree wrapped around it. The thunder and lightning essence in it is transformed by sensing the races in the mountain, so it has the characteristics of various creatures at the same time.

Because this mandrill possesses the spirit of thunder and lightning, it is born with the ability to summon thunder. The chisel hammer in its hand was snatched from a mortal stonemason. It is said that it feels that the sound of the chisel is like thunder, and it is influenced by it for a long time, and it is comparable to the magic weapon of a monk.

Even because this mandrill prefers to make thunderous noises, it was worshiped as the God of Thunder by the people of Xiaoxiang a long time ago. Although it is knowledgeable about people and affairs, it has also developed the habit of sucking human brains, so it was sealed.

Looking at Cheng Sanwu, the thundering mandrill flapped its wings, babbled, and spoke angrily, which was very different from Chinese.

Seeing this, Su Shaodan was worried that Cheng Sanwu wouldn't understand, so he explained: "This is an ancient Baiyue dialect. It says that your skin will be peeled off to make clothes."

"I understand." Cheng Sanwu sneered, then raised his knife and pointed it directly at the thundering mandrill: "You monkey, if you have the ability to kill me, not to mention this skin, the people outside the mountain are free to enjoy it. ,how?"

Of course Cheng Sanwu didn't understand any Baiyue dialect, but he had a talent that could understand the expressions wanted by all spiritual beings. This was why he could communicate normally with Chiyang, who maintained the body of a horse.

There is no doubt that this is Fu Shifeng's legacy. Cheng Sanwu didn't bother to find out what their intention was.

And for a powerful spirit like the Thunder Mandrill, language is not important. The strong killing intent is the clearest expression.

With a scream, the thundering mandrill smashed with his mallet, and the thunder from the iron chisel hit the ground. The crack of the attack seemed to drill into the top of the head and penetrate to the heel.

The thunder is coming very fast. If you wait until you see it before taking action to block it, it will be too late. But now Cheng Sanwu can already predict the enemy's moves with his keen sense of martial arts.

The moment before the hammer hit the iron chisel, the Hundred Refined Divine Sword was the first to swing. The flaming sword light instantly turned into a red lotus pointing to the sky, red flames erupting, and the sharp point of the thunder hit the heart of the lotus.

The thunder blow scattered the red lotus, and the flaming sword light dispersed in all directions, forcing Su Shaodan and Mu Xiangling to retreat in a hurry. Su Shaodan simply escaped into the trunk of his original tree, swaying the branches and leaves, and reopened the barrier to protect Mu Xiangling under the shade of the tree.

However, when the Yan Liu Dao light dissipated, all parties found that Cheng Sanwu was no longer where he was.

The thundering mandrill was slightly startled, and his keen sense sensed it. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Cheng Sanwu flying into the air at some point, like a bolide, hitting him directly!

Although this sudden attack was swift and violent, in the eyes of the thundering mandrill, it was just an ordinary speed. It flapped its wings and easily avoided the attacking flames. It retreated more than ten feet in one breath, widening the distance between them.

"So fast?"

Cheng Sanwu was really surprised, but before he could make another move, the thundering mandrill flapped its wings again, whipping up a strong wind that blew in all directions. The turbulence in the air temporarily restrained Cheng Sanwu's movements.

In a blink of an eye, the thundering mandrill let out a shrieking sound and approached in front of him in an instant, its flight completely invisible to the naked eye.

The thundering mandrill was obviously proficient in fighting. It expected that Cheng Sanwu would have a keen sense of martial arts, so it did not use thunderous bombardment from a distance, but relied on extremely fast speed to put the iron chisel in front of his chest and hit him again with the mallet.

boom--

There was no way to avoid it, the thunderbolt hit Sanwu's heart, penetrated the body's protective aura, and almost all its power concentrated on attacking the heart.

With a deafening thunder, Cheng Sanwu was hit hard, his heart suddenly stopped, and his eyes suddenly turned white. He flew out upside down, and with the flames rushing out of his body, he fell to the ground obliquely, destroying a large forest. There is a deep groove track left on Maling Mountain that looks like a meteor falling to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Su Shaodan felt pain as if he felt it, and Gu Shuyuan couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Ms. Xiangling, can he really handle it on his own?" Su Shaodan couldn't help but said: "This mandrill is very powerful, and the hammer in his hand to trigger the thunder is so powerful that even an innate expert would not dare to attack it directly. "

"Don't worry." Mu Xiangling was much more calm and calm, looking at Mandrill who was chasing after him with the wind and thunder: "Cheng Sanwu hasn't shown his true ability yet, Mandrill's thunderous hand not only failed to defeat Cheng Sanwu, but actually helped him He carves out the mysteries and breaks the chaos.”

(End of this chapter)