Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 8
"The incense of the golden spider boss is gone!"

Eight hundred miles north of Shengjing City, in the deep mountains, there are towering trees, covered with snow like umbrellas, dripping water into ice, and there are few people.

But in a mountain depression, there is a faint smoke of Zen incense floating, condensing into fog, which lasts for a long time.

In the incense mist, four strange figures could be faintly seen sitting cross-legged. In front of each figure was an incense burner with nine sticks of incense stuck in it, and the smoke curled up.

At this time, if a woodcutter or hunter who entered the mountain passed by, he would be terrified and run away.

Because the figure sitting cross-legged in the smoke is not a person.

It was a skinny old deer with most of its fur lost, a golden spider about three feet in size, a red fox with smooth fur and a fluffy tail, and a black dog the size of a calf.

"The Fox King ordered us to divide into four ways and escape from Shengjing with the remains of the Emperor Pan. The golden spider went southeast. That place is not where the princes and dignitaries of Shengjing live, so it should be very safe!"

A piercing wind blew by, and the cigarettes swayed. Above the old deer, the fire fox, and the black dog, three figures exuding a sinister aura suddenly appeared. They opened their eyes at the same time and looked at the big golden spider.

In front of the censer, the nine sticks of incense had been extinguished for a long time, and the big golden spider was also prostrate on the ground, its eight legs were limp and stiff, and its vitality was cut off.

"Zhenwuhou's Mansion is just southeast of Shengjing. The old monster Golden Spider acts perversely. He always likes to put all his eggs in one basket and run in the opposite direction. This time he finally fell!"

Above the big black dog, a middle-aged man in a black robe with black smoke all over his body sneered, seeming rather pleased.

"Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, has a powerful pulse and powerful fist. Ten years ago, he was a peak martial artist. No one knows what level he has reached now. No matter how daring the golden spider is, it is impossible for the golden spider to seek its own death. It has become the demon king of the weather. If you meet Jiang Shirong, you have to take the initiative to retreat, let alone us little monsters who have not yet cultivated into ghosts and immortals!"

Above the old deer's head, the white-haired old Taoist frowned in thought.

"He will fall when he falls. It's a pity that my king took five pieces of Pangu's bones from the royal treasure house after a narrow escape. Now that one piece is missing, the king's plan will definitely be hindered!"

On top of the fiery red fox's head is a childish girl in a red dress with two upturned braids.

Although these three figures seem to be no different from ordinary people, they are actually Yin gods transformed from the souls of monsters who have achieved success in cultivation.

"Dahei, you have the sharpest nose. I will send you to sneak into Shengjing to investigate the death of the golden spider and find Pandi's remains!"

The girl stretched out her fleshy little hand and pointed at the man in black very rudely.

"Why me again?"

Hearing this, the man in black robe was very upset.

"Because of your dog!"

The girl pointed to the bodies of herself and the old man, and said in a childlike voice, "Look at the two of us, who is suitable to hang out in Shengjing City?"

"Xiaohong is right, Dahei, you can go on this trip, just in case of accidents, this old man will make a fortune for you!"

The old Taoist gently stroked his long beard, and solemnly took out three rusty copper coins from his pocket, and threw them into the snow.

According to the difference between the pros and cons of the three copper coins each time, horizontal lines of different lengths were drawn tremblingly on the snow surface.

"Let's forget it, with your level of divination, Wen Sheng's moving is full of books!"

The black-robed man curled his lips in disdain, his yin god body flickered and turned into a puff of black smoke and returned to his body.

The big black dog, which had been lying motionless in the snow, jumped up from the ground.

It barked viciously at the fox and the deer, then turned and ran into the dense forest, where it disappeared.

At this time, the white-haired old man also finished drawing the sixth horizontal line, his face changed slightly: "The earth wind rises!"

"Old man Lu, is the hexagram wrong?" the girl asked curiously.

"This is so wrong!"

The old man sighed, looking at the direction where the big black dog disappeared, with a complicated look on his face: "Old Hei is going to be dangerous, as the saying goes, monsters also have feelings, maybe the old man should help him!"

"When did you become so kind?" The girl tilted her head and looked at the old man suspiciously.

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"To the extreme of emptiness, keep quiet and earnestly, all things work together, to observe its recovery, nine breaths of convincing!"

In an unremarkable small courtyard in the southeast corner of Zhenwuhou's Mansion, Jiang Li's body was like a swimming dragon, and his fists were mighty. He punched out, the air penetrated his arms, and his sleeves whipped the air, making a loud bang.

Different from everything five years ago, now Jiang Li not only takes a long breath, but also breathes continuously in his body, and his body is much stronger than before, with plump muscles and quick movements.

Taizu's long fist was thrown over and over again while his body was dancing. His clothes were already soaked in sweat, and the top of his head was steaming, and white smoke rose in waves.

After three times, Jiang Li's physical strength was almost exhausted, and his muscles were exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, punching out every long punch meticulously.

Throwing hands and punching fists, throwing ground cannons, lifting the ground to lift the sky, shaking mountains, tiger pounce...

Exhausted, muscles exhausted, maxed out.

He circulated his breath and poured it into his arms, legs, and waist, exchanging energy for strength, and continued to practice hard.

"Stab, stab"

The muscles and tendons were torn and painful, and the bones and joints couldn't support it. Jiang Li punched out, and the footsteps flashed, and the whole person fell heavily into the snow.

If this scene is seen by outsiders, they will not feel that he is practicing martial arts and Qi at all. This is completely a self-abuse behavior that destroys his foundation and hollows out his potential.

"Nine breaths convinced!"

Jiang Li was lying in the snow, every muscle, bone, and even meridian in his body felt severe pain, and his head was a little dizzy, as if he would fall into a coma and a deep sleep at any time.

He gritted his teeth, calmed his mind, and entered the state of "quiet" meditation. Countless qi in the void floated towards him.

He swallowed his breath, one breath at a time.

After exhaling nine breaths, Jiang Li jumped up from the snow. His eyes were bright, his body was full of strength, full of energy, full of breath, and he was not even a little tired.

"Cross step forward and backward!"

Jiang Li threw out two more punches, the strength of his limbs and waist were almost connected together, and the burst of strength was far stronger than any previous punch.

"The strength of the limbs and the waist and abdomen are about to be connected together. This is a sign that the martial arteries are about to enter the second level of strength and martial arts!"

Jiang Xin was overjoyed. It wasn't that he was asking for trouble and abusing himself, but that at this stage, the Nine Breaths of Convincing Qi could not be used indefinitely.

After these few days of testing, perhaps because of his limited soul power, he can only use supernatural powers four times a day at most, and if he uses it forcibly, his soul will feel like he wants to leave the body.

This is not the ascetic's ghost coming out of the body, but the real lost soul. The book says that once the soul is lost, it is difficult to get it back.

Jiang Li didn't practice Taoism, so naturally he didn't dare to take risks easily.

Fortunately, he has the dual cultivation of Qi and Wu, and it is barely enough to perform the nine-breath convincing qi four times each time.

"My Qi meridian has entered the middle stage of the second realm, and my martial arteries have also reached the peak of the first realm, which is much stronger than the martial arts slaves in the mansion. With Nine Breaths of Convincing Qi, I can also deal with the captain of the third realm of Wumai. It's time!" Jiang Li shook the snowflakes on his clothes.

"Young master, take a break!"

Chuchu walked over with a kettle full of warm water, and looked at his son who was covered in snowflakes and icicles, tears welling in his eyes.

"Don't practice martial arts, my lord. Let's continue studying. If you can't be an official, you can go to teach. If your student becomes a high-ranking official, he can also clear his wife's name.

We are going to ask the eldest lady now to let us leave the mansion. Wherever the young master wants to go, Chuchu will accompany the young master wherever he wants to take care of the young master for the rest of his life! "

Chu Chu's voice was choked with sobs, and his heart ached terribly.

Although the young master didn't say it clearly, but these days, he kept silent about the Confucian Temple and his fame, and practiced martial arts day and night like a madman every day.

It must be that Lord Hou didn't allow the young master to go out of the mansion to visit the statues of sages and sages in the Confucian Temple.

Now that the son is sixteen years old, the door of wisdom is closed, and he will not be able to gain literary spirit in this life, so he has entered the court and become an official.

At the beginning of the year, I don't expect the young master to have any great achievements, but I only hope that the young master can be safe and happy for a lifetime.

Looking at the young master who picked up the kettle and gulped like a cow, the little servant girl panicked with heartache.

What should I do to make the son happy?

(End of this chapter)