A thin figure on the mountain road in the distance has walked into the shadowy distance, making it hard to see clearly. On the entire Manting Peak, he was the only one who could still stumble forward.
The rest, even Jiang Wen and Liujia Divine General, were still unable to take this step that was so close to the end of the world, and they were even restrained in place because of the struggle.
The mere distance of thirty to fifty feet seemed to separate two worlds.
"Master, I'm here to hold them back. Come up quickly and see if the person in front is your apprentice!"
Jiang Wen said without hesitation that even when faced with the siege of six people, he showed no fear - but mentally despising the enemy could not change the current situation of internal energy being consumed.
Yuan Huazi never told Jiang Wen about the strangeness of this mountain, so he simply returned this uncertain task to the old Taoist priest.
The mountain road in front of him was as blurry as if it were shrouded in gauze. The old Taoist priest walked forward with his hair disheveled, holding his fingers together and chanting a mantra that was used to drive away tigers and leopards at night, and to drive away ghosts and evil spirits. He hurried towards the figure in the distance.
Divine General Liujia had already ordered the mountain to be closed earlier. At this time, he also wanted to chase the old Taoist priest to stop him from walking to the Banquet Immortal Altar in front, but Jiang Wen stopped the six people with a backhand palm, but refused to let them escape the battle.
Just when Jiang Wen was trying his best to fight the enemy, Yuan Huazi also encountered trouble.
A short, cyan-faced boy stood in front of him, looking at the old Taoist priest ferociously. He was out of breath from trying his best to move forward, but the veins on his hands were bulging, which showed that he had already accumulated a lot of energy.
"Master, the Immortal Banquet ahead has nothing to do with you, so please don't come forward again."
The Hongyang Holy Child's voice was no longer ethereal, looking sinister and hoarse, and he looked completely different from his appearance.
Yuan Huazi looked into the distance worriedly, "The old Taoist never wants to participate in any immortal banquet. There is no immortal banquet in this world - I just want to save my disciple."
Hongyang Holy Child grinned with contempt on his face.
"At the beginning, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty obtained the Stone Scripture in the Wuyi Mountains, and he ordered the Queen Mother of the West to be enshrined in the Chenghua Palace. The popular Blue Bird Technique is in the hands of your sect. If you are not interested in the Immortal Banquet, why bother guarding the things you stole back then? "
Yuan Huazi said vigilantly: "The Blue Bird Technique has caused endless harm. From Emperor Xuan to Emperor Ai, everyone who has used this secret technique has died a tragic death, and it has been lost to history long ago."
Hongyang Saint Child laughed, his voice blending into the cold air and converging into the hazy sound of wind.
"Don't even think about lying to me. The Blue Bird Law was not cut off in the hands of Emperor Ai in the end! It is still recorded in the ancient book obtained by the Shangqing Sect from Fushi Netherworld! But the "Xunji Shengxian Book" in my hand records it more clearly. In fact, the Shangqing sect’s attempt to communicate with Emperor Ai’s Yinshen was not successful, and their records came from another deceased person!”
Yuan Huazi stood up with a puff of sleeves and said coldly: "Xunji Shengxian Shu is the most poisonous book. I'm afraid Luo Chunyi went crazy when he saw something he shouldn't have seen in the tomb of Immortal Master Tao Hongjing. Will write these ridiculous things!"
Hongyang Holy Child looked at Yuan Huazi without comment.
"Since the real person criticizes hypocrisy, why not tell the truth openly and see who is crazy? Do you dare to tell everyone that the Blue Bird Law was finally spoken from the mouth of a dead person! Or was it stolen by you, then A usurper who ordered me to surrender, and a shriveled head that has been hidden in the treasury for more than two hundred years, told you this!"
Jiang Wen pricked up his ears and listened from a distance, recalling the fire that broke out in the arsenal in the forbidden area during the reign of Emperor Hui of Jin Dynasty.
"Book of Jin·Zhang Hua Biography" records: In October of the fifth year of Yuankang, Emperor Hui of the Jin Dynasty, the arsenal caught fire, and all the treasures including Han Gao's snake-cutting sword, Wang Mang's head, and Confucius' shoes were burned. When (Zhang) Hua saw the sword flying through the house, he didn't know where it was going.
When the fire broke out, the Central Secretary Zhang Hua suspected that someone was causing trouble, so he ordered people to block the arsenal and did not rush to put out the fire. After the fire, Zhang Hua asked people to take inventory of the treasures and found that almost all the treasures left by the Han Dynasty had been burned, including Han Gao's snake-killing sword, Wang Mang's head, Confucius' clogs, etc.
The so-called flying swords piercing the house in the fire is too bizarre. I am afraid that after the fire, there was a cut in the wall, which was transformed into a flying sword. If you think about it carefully, it's clearly a clue that was written down by the historian, a clue left behind by the burglary!
According to Hongyang Shengtong, could the head he pointed at be Wang Mang's head?
Furthermore, could it be that Yuan Huazi's disciples planned the fire and stole several valuable treasures from it? But can that head, which has been dead for 272 years by the beginning of the Western Jin Dynasty, really speak?
Yuan Huazi said slowly: "It's nonsense."
Hongyang Shengtong was short in stature, but his momentum was comparable to that of Yuan Huazi. He continued: "Is it ridiculous? I think the fire was too strange, and the handling of the fire by Zhongshu Superintendent Zhang Hua was also quite suspicious - he wrote down the immortal trivia Having read "Natural History", it is impossible for him not to have heard the legend of the Blue Bird of the Queen Mother of the West..."
Four words suddenly flashed into Jiang Wen's mind: guard and steal!
Could it be that when the fire in the palace treasury was encountered, the reason for standing still was to leave time for the things to be stolen?
Thinking about it this way, only Zhang Hua, who was in a high position and had great power, could make the fire occur without warning, and let the internal officials hurriedly close the case when faced with traces of theft, leaving only the legend of the "flying sword" that historians keep secret.
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Just when Jiang Wen was distracted by shock, he had been fighting with the Luoying Shen Sword Palm for a long time, but the Liujia Shen General could only remain undefeated. His body was shaking even more violently. The cinnabar talismans on his body were gradually dizzy with sweat, and his body was so hot. It's like water is about to boil, and white gas keeps rising from the skin.
In front of the Immortal Banquet Altar, Jiang Wen and the Liujia Divine General were fighting endlessly. The fists and palms of both sides were flying, and murderous intentions appeared frequently. Yuan Huazi, who was standing in the distance, could see clearly that Jiang Wen had already blocked it with one person. Despite the siege from all directions, he still had a calm expression on his face.
The six weirdos in front of them were neither cold nor hot in the cold night, and they were not bruised or damaged after being hit. Under the surface of drooling, they had extremely strong internal martial arts skills, so they could look like they were invulnerable to the cold and heat.
Suddenly, two Liujia generals joined forces and blocked Jiang Wen's face with the move of Immortal Palm Holding the Cloud, while the other two instantly turned around and attacked with the move of stealing the sky and exchanging the sun. Their movements were uniform and crisp.
As soon as they fought, Jiang Wen felt that the opponent's strength was stronger. When the palms of the swords came into contact, it was like using a sword to cut stones. It was difficult to cut into it. Instead, the last two Liujia gods were holding them in the window-pushing moon-seeking style. He cut his wrist and was caught off guard and fell into a deadlock.
"This is clearly not a fighting method, but a training method. These six weirdos seemed to be possessed by something, and they were subconsciously practicing a set of skills..."
Jiang Wen's intuition was so sharp that he instantly noticed the traces of breathing and the six meridians of Qi. If he took it apart and didn't look at the red characters on the talisman, it was obviously a set of majestic health-preserving exercises.
At this time, even though Jiang Wen had always looked down on the White Lotus Sect's pretentiousness and deception, he couldn't help but sigh at their extensive collection of exercises.
From the spooky and bizarre zombie punches to the majestic health-preserving skills, the White Lotus Sect collected them all without mercy, and finally used them in fraud.
However, Jiang Wen's expression became increasingly weird as his pulse was being held, and he even had a faint smile.
Jiang heard that he was indeed smiling, and he must be smiling, because the longer he fought with the God General Liujia, the more he understood the source of the attraction during the fight.
"These guys actually have inner strength!"
Luoying Divine Sword Palm changed moves in the air. The moment he sheathed the sword, his hands turned into claws and caught on the forearm of the Divine General Liujia. His hand was like a dragon's claw and he clenched it suddenly. There was a suction force stronger than that in the fist of the Divine General Liujia. Suddenly it burst out!
