Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 117 The Beiming Divine Art Appears
By this time, the wind had picked up, the sky was beginning to darken, and dark clouds were threatening to overwhelm the city.

The shopkeeper went out and looked at the sky, then turned around and said, "It's going to rain heavily soon. I wonder what happened to Master Ke and the others."

The proprietress with a proud figure smiled and said: "You don't believe in Ke Daxia's martial arts so much? If you have time to worry about it, go to the bar to warm up more pots. It's raining and there are many people staying in the hotel."

Just as he was talking, there was a crackling sound and heavy rain poured down.

The landlady hurriedly closed the window, and the wind and rain poured in, making her chest wet, which made her even more proud.

Mr. Li said with a smile: "Madam boss, you have so many drinks here! Quench your thirst!"

"Drink more to quench your thirst! I'm afraid you won't be able to drink!"

The landlady laughed and said angrily.

The shopkeeper listened and acted as if nothing had happened.

Ever since he and his wife opened the shop, Mr. Li has come on time every day to drink and eat. He is a big customer and has special privileges.

There was a steady sound of rain outside the shop, and the restaurant was quiet and peaceful.

The shopkeeper was lying on the counter, fiddling with the abacus beads.

Mr. Li slowly sipped the wine and side dishes, glancing at the landlady from time to time, feeling satisfied.

Duan Yu was still sitting by the window on the second floor, waiting quietly for Ouyang Feng.

In the future, my apprentice Yang Guo will get married. Where will he live?

Can't you live in Guo Mansion?
Wouldn't that be cutting the door upside down?
So Duan Yu planned to build a villa in Zhongnan Mountain as a wedding room for his disciples to marry their wives.

As for the funds to purchase the house, it was Yang Guo's adoptive father Ouyang Feng who organized it.

Heifeng Village has been causing trouble to this place for many years and should have hidden a lot of money.
"what?"

Duan Yu looked out the window.

But I saw an old man in a green robe coming out of the rain, but his clothes were not wet.

This person is tall and thin, with a haggard expression and excellent lightness kung fu. He walked into the lobby from outside the store in the blink of an eye.

"We have new customers!"

The shopkeeper hurried over and led the man in green robe to the table next to Duan Yu.

The man in green robe ordered a pot of good wine and glanced casually here.

Suddenly, his eyes condensed, as if cold lightning flashed across his face.

He wasn't looking at Duan Yu, but looking at the window next to Duan Yu.

It was pouring rain outside and all the other windows were closed.

Only this window is always open.

The wind blows in, but the heavy rain doesn't pour in?

If you look carefully, the rain outside is like a curtain of water hanging outside the window!

Could it be that this person sealed the window with his true energy?
If so, this skill is truly astonishing!

Confused in his heart, the old man in green robe flicked his finger and shot towards the window.

The strong finger force disappeared into the darkness outside the window without any hindrance.

"Magical power at the snap of a finger? Are you, Medicine Master Dongxiehuang?"

Duan Yu looked at the old man in green robe with a smile.

The old man in green robe slightly stroked his long beard and said: "Exactly, I wonder who my little friend is?"

He has a thin face and strong energy. His gray beards are all fleshy, and he is extremely well-maintained.

Duan Yu smiled lightly: "Duan is just a man from the mountains."

"What a man of the mountains!"

Huang Yaoshi suddenly laughed loudly, the sound was deafening and endless, and the whole inn seemed to be shaking.

He smiled and said: "I tried to test it just now, but my friend remained calm. I guess my martial arts skills are bottomless!"

"Is this the window you're talking about?"

Duan Yu chuckled, stood up, and walked to the window.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the moist and fresh air blew into my face.

Duan Yu reached out with his right hand and closed it gently. The restaurant suddenly became quieter.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of intercourse, Huang Yaoshi remained silent and sat quietly waiting.

The shopkeeper and the proprietress noticed Qing Pao Ke's good demeanor and did not dare to neglect him, so they quickly served the wine and food.

Silence returned to the lobby.

As the landlady said, business is good on rainy days.

Soon after, several people came to the restaurant to take shelter from the rain and ordered some drinks and food out of respect for their dignity.

After drinking for three rounds, those people talked about the recent rumors in the world.

"Have you heard that Qiu Qianren, the man who floated on the Iron Palm, was drained of his inner strength and died in Shaanzhou!"

"Then wasn't Qiu Qianren enlightened by Master Yideng? His name is Ci'en."

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that Master Yideng is the Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing, the direct grandson of Emperor Duan Xian.

Like all previous emperors of Dali, he became a monk after serving as emperor for several decades.

I really don’t know if it’s because I’m tired of it, or if there are internal rules within the Duan family in Dali.

From the king of a country to a monk who eats fast and chants Buddha's name all day long, in short, it is quite admirable.

"It is rumored that Qiu Qianren, the Iron Palm Water Floater, was once the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, and his martial arts is No. 1 among the Five Ultimate Skills!"

"Such a master was actually drained of his inner strength? What kind of powerful martial arts is that?"

Strange things have happened frequently in the world recently.

There are many martial arts masters who frequently die from exhaustion of internal energy.

After multiple investigations, it was discovered that someone had actually drained the inner energy. It was truly terrifying!
People in the martial arts world are very afraid of this kind of martial arts that can absorb people's internal energy. They even travel in groups, for fear that they will be alone and be sucked.

Beiming magic?

Duan Yu's heart skipped a beat.

I have never passed down this martial art, how could anyone use it?

Several people are still discussing.

"No matter how powerful that mysterious man is, he will never drain Qiu Qianren's martial arts in front of Master Yideng, right?"

"If Qiu Qianren and Master Yideng join forces, two of them are close to the five masters, but they are no match for their opponent. You can only imagine what kind of cultivation the other party has!"

Speaking of Master Yideng, Duan Yu looked at the calm-looking Huang Yaoshi: "Island Master Huang, do you know who is responsible for this unsolved case in the world?"

When it comes to people from the Five Ultimates, I think he might know some inside information.

Huang Yaoshi said nothing and just drank. His expression was not surprised at all, and he seemed to understand the matter.

This guy. Duan Yu blew a breath, and the window opened with a buzz.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes were attracted and he couldn't help but raise his head.

There was thunder and lightning outside, and heavy rain poured down.

From time to time, the strong wind blows towards the window, carrying heavy rain with it.

But when I got to the window, it seemed as if I was blocked by something invisible and couldn't come in.

Huang Yaoshi's face changed slightly.

As expected, this person sealed the window with his true energy!
Huang Yaoshi believed that he could not achieve such a situation.

If you just use your true energy to protect your body and prevent rainwater from getting on your body, anyone with the five skills can do it.

However, true qi will dissipate in all directions after leaving the body, and the farther away it is, the faster it will dissipate.

With the strength of Wujue, it would be difficult to maintain up to one foot.

However, this young man was six feet away from the window, and he was able to seal the window with his true energy!
It's unbelievable!

Witnessing this scene, Huang Yaoshi looked solemn and did not dare to make excuses.

"A martial art that absorbs people's internal energy? I am reminded of a magical skill from a hundred years ago, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. It is a pity."

Huang Yaoshi had extensive knowledge and had a glimpse of the martial arts world a hundred years ago. He was particularly impressed by the strange skills and techniques.

"Island Master Huang is talking about the Beiming Divine Art."

"You actually know the Beiming Divine Art?" Huang Yaoshi was stunned and glanced at Duan Yu.

"Beiming Divine Skill is one of Duan Immortal Emperor's secret skills, and I have heard about it."

After taking a sip of wine, Duan Yu continued: "The Beiming Divine Art was originally a martial art of the Xiaoyao Sect 200 years ago, but it has not been taught since then."

Huang Yaoshi's eyes narrowed: "How do you know about the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Duan Yu chuckled: "Island Master Huang seems to be very interested in Xiaoyao Sect?"

"Where did my little friend come from?" Huang Yaoshi's face looked a little gloomy.

"You don't need to know who I am."

Duan Yu looked lazily at the rainy scene outside the window, his expression indescribably free and easy.

"Island Master Huang should know the person who uses the Beiming Divine Art, right? Why don't you tell me?"

Huang Yaoshi's behavior was a little abnormal, which made him doubt the connection.

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Huang Yaoshi suddenly smiled and said: "Haha, my little friend's expression suddenly reminded me of someone."

"Who?" Duan Yu was quite curious.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes were full of smiles, and he said with a smile: "Wang Chongyang!"

"Haha, is Island Master Huang changing the subject?" Duan Yu smiled.

At the time of the Huashan sword debate, Wang Chongyang was already in his 80s and Huang Yaoshi was only in his 30s.

Duan Yu now looks like he is only in his twenties.

Huang Yaoshi recalled a person who had been dead for 40 years and said that a 20-year-old person looked like an 80-year-old person.

Like a hammer!
It was clearly testing his tone.

He looked at Huang Yaoshi: "I have nothing to do with Wang Chongyang. Island Master Huang should talk about the Beiming Divine Art."

"You two are also talking about the Beiming Divine Art?"

A conspicuous man came over, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

He seemed to recognize Medicine Master Dongxiehuang.

Huang Yaoshi nodded, looked at Duan Yu and said slowly: "If you want to understand the Beiming Divine Art, you might as well look for that lamp. He must be very familiar with this art."

"Master Yideng?"

"Emperor Duan?"

The people behind him were all astonished, and they really didn't understand why such weird martial arts could be related to Nan Di.

"Isn't Ci'en, a disciple of Master Yideng, drained of his inner strength by the Beiming Divine Technique? Why is he the one who knows this technique best?"

Those few people gathered around, participated in the discussion, and then greeted the shopkeeper to serve two jugs of good wine.

"Yideng's grandfather was Emperor Xuanren of Dali, the world-famous Emperor Duan Immortal. He once learned the Beiming Divine Art."

Huang Yaoshi said slowly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Oh? Senior, can you elaborate?"

Several people's interest increased greatly, and they all picked up the wine flask and poured wine for Huang Yaoshi.

Duan Yu turned a deaf ear to them and looked at Huang Yaoshi: "Has Yideng learned the Beiming magic skill?"

"Never." Huang Yaoshi shook his head.

Duan Yu was relieved, it seemed that Yu Yan had not passed down the Beiming Divine Skill.

"This Beiming Divine Skill is no different from a thief. He uses the internal energy that others have worked so hard to cultivate for his own use. This kind of behavior will inevitably make people jealous. Fortunately, Master Yideng has not practiced it!"

The conspicuous bag said angrily, not forgetting to continue pouring wine for Huang Yaoshi.

Someone said: "That was because Emperor Duan Xian was wise and did not pass down this evil martial arts!"

"That makes sense! It must be Emperor Duan Immortal's good intentions to prevent this evil skill from causing public outrage in the Duan family!"

"The Duan family's Yiyang Finger is already a rare martial arts skill. There is really no need to practice evil martial arts such as Beiming Sheng Gong!"

"Emperor Duan Immortal is still far-sighted!"

"What kind of god is Emperor Duan? It's a pity that we don't have the chance to meet such a god."

Duan Yu's wine glass stopped in mid-empty, a little speechless.

It seems like you didn’t think that much back then, right?

I just felt that this was the martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect, and it didn’t seem very kind to pass it on to my descendants, so I didn’t pass it down.

But now, the Beiming Divine Skill has been passed down.

Who passed it down?

Tianshan child grandma?

Wang Yuyan?
Apart from Duan Yu, she was the only one who knew the three great magical arts of Xiaoyao Sect.

It seems that during the 80 years since I have been in seclusion, many unknown things have happened in the martial arts world.

"Sir, the matter is done!"

Ouyang Feng arrived, his feet were wet with rainwater, and his body was as dry as ever.

"Old poison?"

"Huang Laoxie?"

Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng looked at each other in surprise.

Unexpectedly, two enemies met here.

"Two, two seniors, who are Dongxie and Xidu?"

The conspicuous bag hesitated and was a little excited.

In the world of martial arts, the five masters are respected.

Although I have rarely heard from them in recent years, their power is still there.

Especially for people of their age, who have witnessed the peak of the Wujue myth, the admiration for the Wujue in their hearts is like a torrential river, endless.

Huang Yaoshi had a weird temper and ignored these people, staring closely at Ouyang Feng.

As for Ouyang Feng, he didn't even pay attention to those juniors. He only focused on Duan Yu and even Huang Laoxie turned a blind eye.

"Have you seen Ke Zhen'e on the road?" Duan Yu asked.

Ouyang Feng said: "I saw it."

"killed?"

"No, when I was exploring the treasure hidden in Heifeng Village, Ke Xiazi led his men up the mountain. After they killed dozens of people, they were captured by the people of Heifeng Village. It was me who rescued him."

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Duan Yu was speechless.

This Ke Zhen'e has never won a fight or lost a bragging match.

He excitedly took a few people to Duanheifeng Village, but was unexpectedly kidnapped.

"The Black Wind Stronghold has been eradicated?"

"Kill them all! Seven of the 530s, even the poisoned ones, not a single one is left!"

When Ouyang Feng talked about this, his whole body was filled with murderous aura, which made several people in the conspicuous group tremble with shock.

Duan Yu nodded: "Very good, your craftsmanship is finally here."

"Young Master has resolved the grievances between Guo Jing and me with his words. I will not kill Blind Ke and cause trouble again."

"Well, I want to build a villa in Zhongnan Mountain. You go back first with these belongings and find some craftsmen on the way."

"Yes!"

Listening to their conversation, Huang Yaoshi's eyes moved, thoughtfully, and his mind was spinning rapidly to judge their relationship.

Unexpectedly, the two figures suddenly moved and disappeared.

In an instant, rain poured in from the window.

The dishes on the table were suddenly filled with rainwater.

Looking at the table soaked by the rain, Huang Yaoshi and others were shocked.

(End of this chapter)