Fu Canglu

Chapter 151 She Comes from the North

The seventh red moon in early July.

The wilderness in the north is still extremely cold, and the mountains are jagged. Near the junction of the Northern Wei Dynasty, there is a flat river, as if it was cut off by a god with a knife.

It was cold and windy.

Hanjiu Town in Beiyuan welcomes an unfriendly guest.

The inn was severely kicked open.

All eyes turned to the man in the huge coir raincoat.

This is a slightly aged figure, the coir raincoat covers his skin that should have withered, and the straw coir hat makes this tall figure only reveal a pair of fierce eyes.

Pure white pupils.

Heavy breathing.

There is also a mixed smell of blood.

He carried a scabbard knife on his back, and the tip of the knife poured out together with the long hair, pointing obliquely at the ground.

This tall figure suppressed the candlelight in the inn, and when he walked vigorously, the chains at the ankles of his feet rubbed against the ground to create fragmented and sporadic fires.

He took three abrupt steps, and then stopped in front of a seat.

The pair of pure white eyes rolled slightly.

Then a gust of wind blew up!

No one saw clearly how the scabbard knife swung out.

A head flew out with a bang and hit the wall at the other end of the inn.

Scarlet exploded.

The man looked around silently, then sat down on the seat next to the headless corpse, and slightly sipped his blood-stained tea.

The face under the huge hat smiled slightly.

The pure white pupils reflected in the tea water were eerie but innocent.

"I'm a little confused."

The man put the knife across the table and whispered softly.

"Since you are all members of the devil's way, why were you able to sit here so peacefully during the previous time?"

He suddenly chuckled.

"You should be very clear that the purpose of coming to Beiyuan is to snatch the demon blood left by that person."

"Since there is only one person who can grab that drop of blood, why not make a life-or-death decision now?"

"Don't you guys still want to drink together, talk about friendship, and finally wait until Zhen Mo Mountain intervenes to take the blood of Rain Demon Head back to that mountain, then you are willing to choose to give up?"

The candles in the inn were flickering, and a dozen figures stood up.

The man smiled and pointed to the past one by one.

"Nine grades."

"Nine grades."

"Nine grades."

Thirteen paths and nine grades of aura.

"The two big figures in Qi, Liang and Northern Wei are right. The great world has come." He said in detail: "Countless outstanding people have emerged in response to the times, and countless masters have sprung up like bamboo shoots."

"But why are you as humble as you, but you can also rank among the ninth rank?"

The man in the hat said in a hoarse voice: "Those people who have broken through to the ninth rank by relying on the secret method of the magic way want to steal the blood of that person and taint the demeanor of the great world?"

He looked at the figure with thirteen qi and blood reaching the ninth-grade realm, and suddenly smiled.

"I figured it out."

"You are afraid of death, afraid of losing."

He smiled like a child, showing his white teeth.

"You are afraid of the monstrous reputation of that devil in his lifetime. Even if he dies and the blood essence left behind is inherited by an unknown person, you still don't have the courage to face that person directly."

"It's ridiculous."

He shook his head, smiling unabated: "In that case, let me send you back home."

The man in the hat stood up and took off his hat, revealing that strange face with half ferocious and half compassionate,

The pure white eyes made people shudder.

"July [-]th, a big red moon."

"Today is really a good day."

The man in the tall hat closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the person he was waiting for in the inn.

Shocking blood stains were everywhere in this inn.

The bloodstains of people in the demonic way are different from those of normal people, appearing more red and bright.

Under the candlelight, the inn was bright red.

Fourteen heads were neatly stacked on the table by him.

And the atmosphere in the inn is a bit strange.

Besides this tall man with a hat, there was a table of people sitting in the corner of the inn.

"Master Hanjiu." A Beiyuan boy who was only about thirteen or fourteen years old was pale and said hoarsely, "These demons are all of the same ninth rank as you, so they were killed like this?"

Venerable Hanjiu, who was dressed in a moon-white robe, looked calm, and glanced at the tall man in the hat with his eyes closed.

Venerable Hanjiu was hailed as one of the three top nine powerhouses in Beiyuan 16 years ago. Even after 16 years, his face is still young. It seems that the years have not left too many marks on this man.

"These monsters stacked on the table can barely be called a ninth-rank." Venerable Hanjiu said lightly: "Relying on the loss of Yangshou to break through the realm is still against the will of practice. Such a breakthrough of the ninth-rank , even if it can greatly increase the realm, it is only external force after all, and only about [-]% of them can display the strength of the ninth-rank realm. Even if it is stronger than the ordinary eighth-rank, there is no hope of spying on the next realm in life."

"Nalan." Hanjiu said softly, "You have seen the snow-side fairy art left by the Great Prophet, you should know that the cultivation of the magic way is the same as our body training. The schools of practice, after the ninth rank, all without exception begin to comprehend the source and domain. Do you know why?"

The little boy named Nalan shook his head blankly.

"Ninth rank itself represents the origin force in the body of the cultivator, the devil energy of the demon cultivator, and the meridians of the body refiner, which have reached the limit that the physical body can bear, and the peak of the ninth rank is to use all these resources to burst out One hundred percent power."

Hanjiu smiled and said: "The source and the domain are to burst out a strand of nine-rank power, or even ten strands, two hundred percent, or even one thousand percent. Even the weakest domain Meaning, once you comprehend it, you can at least double the power of the ninth rank."

"In addition to this, what the original meaning and the domain meaning give to the practitioner is more about the ability to control oneself, shrinking and shrinking, opening and closing."

"Okay."

Venerable Hanjiu lightly stretched out two fingers, touched the center of Nalan's eyebrows, and then circulated Yuanli.

Nalan's pupils shrank slightly.

In the previous moment, he subconsciously wanted to take a step back. That finger only carried a trace of energy, but he still suppressed the idea of ​​getting up.

The final point is on the center of his eyebrows.

"You are still some distance away from this level."

Venerable Hanjiu put down his fingers lightly, looked at the complex colors of dazedness and enlightenment in Nalan's eyes, and said with a smile: "These people sacrificed their own blood and forcibly crossed the level of the eighth and ninth ranks, but they could only show less than one level. With a power of 30.00%, facing a person who has comprehended the meaning of the domain, even if thirteen people join forces, it is impossible to gain a slight advantage."

"This person has domain meaning?" The little boy dared not believe it: "Master Mobei once said that in the Spring and Autumn Period in the Central Plains, the number of people who could comprehend domain meaning was as many as his hands. Is there a place for this person?"

"The times are different." Venerable Hanjiu shook his head and said, "When Lord Mobei walked the Central Plains, it was too different from now. Those old monsters from the eight great families were imprisoned into the Buddha's bones, and the blood of the new generation was still very immature. , Tao Wuque, Zhong Yusheng and others are monstrous existences today, so naturally they will not exceed the number of hands."

Nalan was in a trance, and subconsciously asked: "Is it difficult to become an evildoer? Who is an evildoer?"

"No matter what era you are in, it is extremely difficult to become an evildoer. At that time, people who became the ninth rank were only rare, and there were very few people who overwhelmed them." Master Hanjiu smiled slightly, and said: "The current Jiupin, well, you have seen it too."

This little boy who was born and raised in the Northern Plains and aspired to become a Ninth Grade since he was a child was still unable to digest such a cruel news to him. He gritted his teeth, turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the fourteen Ninth Grades piled up on the table. The terrifying man with a head asked a bold question: "Master Hanjiu, who is stronger between you and that devil?"

Lord Hanjiu lowered his eyebrows and did not answer Nalan's question.

Not far away, the devil in hat with closed eyes moved his brows slightly, as if he was about to open his eyes.

Lord Hanjiu patted Nalan on the head, and said softly: "Lord Mobei Wang is very optimistic about you, so I will bring you to watch this battle. Nalan, you will soon be 14 years old, and you can make you a blockbuster!" Yes, only the coming-of-age ceremony, you have to remember that even if there is that little prince Zhuyu in front of Beiyuan, he can still accommodate other people to stand out."

"The Ninth Rank is far from the end, neither is the origin meaning and the domain meaning. The Great Prophet said that on the road of cultivation, what one seeks is longevity, and whoever lives to the end will be the strongest." Venerable Hanjiu said with a smile: "The blood of your new generation can grow up, which is the hope of the royal court to sweep away all enemies in the future."

"But there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people."

"So no matter what you see next, don't lose your fighting spirit."

Master Hanjiu's smile turned cold, he stretched out a hand and wrapped it around the little boy's shoulder.

Nalan's eyes widened tightly, not knowing what Master Hanjiu meant.

The panting of the man in the hat got heavier and heavier.

Lord Hanjiu said softly: "That person is here."

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Dead silence.

Nalan didn't know who Master Hanjiu was talking about.

But he clearly saw that the face of the man in the hat began to twist, his breath began to rise, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

Master Hanjiu said with a smile on his face: "To be precise, it was the sword that came."

The moment the voice fell
The door slammed open!

Nalan, who was only 13 years old, will forever engrave the scene he saw next in his mind.

A sword shadow that was as bright as a divine fire descended on the world like a destructive force, splitting the entire inn from it.

The man in the hat roared and stood up, with extremely sharp white pupils, carrying the anger of the whole hell, he slammed his sword out!

The broken knife was split in half with an extremely piercing slash.

Then blood was thrown in the air.

Nalan appeared outside the inn in the arms of Mr. Hanjiu.

The impression in his mind was still in the candlelight that the fourteen ninth-rank heads were flying in the air.

The horrific culprit who caused the murder held a knife in both hands, maintaining the movement of standing up and slashing.

Then the little boy of 13 years held his breath.

In front of you is the big red moon.

Snow and ice.

The woman in red with the sword box on her back was as red as blood between her eyebrows, her face was beautiful and cold.

She exhales lightly.

So the entire inn in front of him fell apart.

Take the sword.

So the terrifying demon leader who swung his knife to chop off was divided into two halves.

Go all the way south without looking back.

Long Ming and Feng Yin kept on loudly.

This stunning red dress walks barefoot, leaving the world alone.

Master Hanjiu had a complex expression on his face, and said slowly, "What are you asking about an evildoer?"

"She is."

Nalan listened to the hoarse voice of the Master Hanjiu and sighed.

"She came from the north, and she was dressed in red in the snow."

The red dress dragging the wind and snow went south alone under the big red moon.

It is indeed a picturesque fairy scene.

(End of this chapter)