The Immortal Taoist Priest in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 83 The madman sharpens his knife at night
The carriage drove along the official road.

The horse is a heterogeneous dragon blood horse with a special bloodline and can travel thousands of miles in a day.

The carriage is covered in velvet cloth and is impervious to fire and water. A carriage is worth a thousand gold, and it flies smoothly and quickly on the official road.

Everyone shied away when they saw it, just because it was the carriage of the Murong family in Cuiyun Peak.

The Murong family is one of the four major families of the Huoyun Sect. There are ancestors in the late foundation building stage and five elders in the foundation building stage.

The Huoyun Sect has an ancestor who is in the Golden Core stage and belongs to a powerful sect.

Murong Xiu is the eldest grandson of the Murong family. He is extremely talented. He is only 16 years old and has already reached the first level of Qi training.

Ancestor Murong spoke highly of him: "Gentle breeze and drizzle, relegated to the immortal master."This person is described as having a kind personality and high qualifications.

Murong Xiu looked at the mirror in his hand. The mirror was simple, made of bronze, and naturally emitted light.

My spiritual sense penetrated it, and I didn't feel anything. There were only two lines of text on it: The world will eventually end, and the mulberry fields will change. It is neither magic nor illusion. I am the immortal in the mirror.

The mirror remained motionless, and Xu Xuan was thinking about whether to fool this guy on the other side.

Seeing that this person's status is not low, he may not be able to be deceived.

Murong Xiu was more interested in this thing. Usually things that cannot be discovered must have a big secret.

"I wonder if this thing can improve Sister Jia's qualifications? In this way, the family can also agree to our marriage."

Children of big families usually have no control over their marriages. They can choose their wives freely, either from another big family or with high qualifications.

This time when I went out, I also wanted to pick up Chen Jia and his family. Mortals are too chaotic.

"Murong Yuan, come in! The horse can see the road by itself."

Soon, the curtain of the carriage opened, and a young man about the same age as him came in. The young man had a plain appearance, with a hint of determination in his eyes. The space inside the carriage was similar to that of an ordinary house, and it had also been specially treated with magic.

This is the son of the Murong family, and now he is Murong Xiu's schoolboy.

"When you picked up the mirror, did you find anything else next to it?"

"No, it's just a mirror. I just picked it up and the words haven't appeared yet."

"Okay, you go out first."

Murong Xiu asked people to leave.

"Yes!"

The young man was sitting on the front of the carriage, remembering the scene when he picked up the mirror for the first time. He was very excited at that time, but he still handed it in later because he couldn't hide this thing from others.

Just as my father said before he died, it is better to be a beggar than a slave. Beggars still have their days, but slaves have no freedom and have to rely on others to feed them all their lives.

There was an explosion ahead, and then flames shot into the sky, a burst of screams came, there was a fiery red cloud in the sky, and the devil's owl was faintly heard.

"How dare you!"

Murong Xiu heard that he was a demon cultivator who killed people. These people like to use their spiritual life to practice magic. No matter where they go, they are the target of beatings.

Whoa!
The figure flew away in the clouds. This time he secretly went down the mountain without bringing a powerful magic weapon. He was afraid that the family elders would track him through the magic weapon, but it was basically enough to deal with this kind of magic.

"Wait where you are, pay attention to safety!!"

Swords flashed in the sky, and the demon cultivator was ugly, with pustules on his skin. This was a sequelae of practicing evil arts.

He was even a monk at the fourth level of Qi training.

But the orthodox monks of Xuanmen don't have much pressure when facing the strange spells of demon cultivators. After all, their basic skills are stronger than theirs, and they only need to see through the flaws in the spells.

Soon, Murong Xiu repelled the powerful enemy, but he was also injured, half of his body was stained with blood, his cassock was on the verge of being broken, and he fell to the ground.

Murong Yuan quickly drove over. A group of surviving villagers surrounded Murong Xiu. A woman in simple clothes, who looked like a hibiscus in autumn water, was looking after him.

"Everyone give way!!"

Soon, Murong Yuan and Chen Jia sent Murong Xiu to Chen Yuanwai's house.

On the bed, Murong Xiu was a little weak and said with a smile: "It's just exhaustion, a minor injury. A Yuan, please give some food to the villagers later."

"Yes!"

Murong Yuan left, leaving two people behind.

night.

The night is dark and windy, and the bright moon shines alone.

Murong Yuan looked at the sky and secretly made a decision in his heart.

"I don't want to be a slave anymore! I want to change!"

He wanted to run away, otherwise he would be trapped in the mountains for the rest of his life, but life in the outside world was worse than being a slave, unless...he had the power.

In fact, he was hiding something. He also saw the poem on the mirror, and behind the poem was a story about giving himself strength.

You must seize it, this is your last chance in this life.

Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night!

Murong Xiu has a good character and treats himself well, but he must become stronger at all costs.

"Hey, Ayuan, why are you sharpening the knife?" Chen Jia was holding a bowl of medicine at some point and asked curiously when she saw Murong Yuan sharpening the knife with his back to her.

Whoa!
Murong Yuan turned his head suddenly, with a cruel smile on his face.

On the other side, in the room.

There was a spiritual sword and a precious mirror on the table. Murong Xiu leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.Squeak!

The door opened and Murong Yuan came in holding a tray. The things on the tray were covered with black cloth.

"Ayuan, why is it you? What is this?"

"I have brought a treasure to the young master."

Whoa!

The black cloth was lifted, and the girl's frightened eyes looked at Murong Xiu.

Seeing this thing, Murong Xiu's eyes were split open, his heart was like a knife, and a fire was brewing in his chest. He suddenly lost his mind and lost his mind.

At this time, Murong Yuan rushed towards him and slashed into Murong Xiu's head, almost splitting his head in half. Although Murong Yuan was not a monk, he was also a physically powerful martial arts practitioner. The body of a low-level qi practitioner was not much different from a mortal. The gap was so big that Murong Xiu couldn't react and died completely.

Injury, loss of consciousness, broken robes... Various factors allowed Murong Yuan to seize a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Xu Xuan couldn't help but sigh. This kid made a serious mistake. He was not indestructible during his Qi training period. Don't think that mortals can't hurt him. Murong Yuan should have practiced martial arts and his strength was pretty good.

Blood sprinkled Murong Yuan's face.

"Haha..." He looked weird, half-crying, half-laughing, looking at Murong Xiu's body, then swept away the things, and rode away overnight before others could react.

From now on, he will return to his real name - Zhou Yuan.

In the mirror world, Xu Xuan saw all this and couldn't help but sigh: "The living genius is the genius."

Murong Xiu came from a well-off family and grew up surrounded by praise and courtesy. He did not have much understanding of the evils of human nature.

Unlike myself, the talisman and charms cannot be taken off when I am with other people, even when I am alone.

Judging from his performance just now, this man named Murong Xiu is indeed a monk with a good character. It is a pity that good people cannot survive in that world.

"This guy is really cruel."

This kind of person is ambitious but has mediocre qualifications, and he can do it.

In the dense forest, Zhou Yuan arranged the mirror, offered the stolen storage bag to it, knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Disciple Zhou Yuan, please pay homage to the gods and ask them to grant you divine power. I am willing to go through fire and water!"

A line of words appeared on the mirror.

"Good, you have passed the test. I am the immortal in the mirror. I have chosen one hundred and eight immortal species on behalf of heaven. I will grant you the status of immortal species today."

There was a flash of light, and a medicine bottle appeared on the ground. Inside the medicine bottle were twelve kinds of fairy insects. Precautions and a rough practice technique appeared on the mirror. This was the Chenzhou Anshen Curse.

Xu Xuan set two goals, one is to actively develop his power, and the second is to collect spiritual stones and treasures.

Then ignore it.

"Great."

Zhou Yuan looked excited. The Immortal in the Mirror accepted him, which meant that he was valuable and now he was safe.

Judging from the words of the Immortal in the Mirror, it seems that there are [-] people like him. It seems that he is not the most important, and there may be some kind of competition.

In ten days, Zhou Yuan used ten days to plant twelve insects in a row with great perseverance. He instantly became a master at the peak of mortal life, and his combat effectiveness was no less than that in the early stages of Qi cultivation.

The strength of the tiger, the endurance of the ox, the speed of the leopard...

The next escape became easier.

Xu Xuan returned to reality.

"It's finally settled, just wait for the harvest." Xu Xuan thought to himself.

The good thing about this world is that time flows at different speeds, one year here and ten years there.

Soon they will be mature. The mirror can transmit sounds, words and images. Even if they are disobedient, Xu Xuan can kill them with insects.

There is a storage bag on the table. This is Murong Xiu's storage bag. When he opened the bag, he found 32 low-grade spiritual stones, as well as some Qi Restoration Pills and the like.

"Sure enough, except for casual cultivators, no one would put their belongings on themselves." Especially the big sect has taken great measures to prevent the leakage of their skills.

This little spiritual stone is enough for myself.

I stayed here for four years and spent eighty spiritual stones to improve my cultivation and spells a lot.

Xu Xuan walked out of the door. Suddenly, he looked at the outline of the distant mountains ahead.

Under the night, only five or six figures were seen rising and falling in the forest, and disappeared in an instant.

"Huh? Insect cultivator?" Xu Xuan was quite curious. Isn't this a disciple of the Baidi Sect? Could it be a remnant of Tai Dao?
Thinking of this, Xu Xuan followed and found that Guyunsou was also missing from the temple.

Follow him while the night is dark.

In front of him was Sun Qingbai, a monk from Taiyi Road and a descendant of Sun Taixuan.

Sun Qingbai looks sinister, with a deep scar on his face, which is a sign of escaping death.

Ten people besieged two old men, one of whom was Gu Yunsou. The two old men were as powerful as these men.

"Hurry up and hand over your things, I will spare your lives!!" Sun Qingbai shouted.

"How dare you come out, the remnant of Taiyi Dao! Are you not afraid that Master Xu Tian will kill you?" Gu Yunsou roared angrily.

"Haha, Xu Xuan? Where is he? When I get Xie Ziran's spell, I will go and meet him in person! I will definitely avenge him!"

(End of this chapter)