Yaozhou
The visit to the grave went terribly wrong.
Around February 15th, five masters of inversion fighting entered the tomb.
Seven days later, the response staff only waited for Mr. Chongming.
According to the family tradition of the Chongming Emperor, Mo Jin Xiaowei's job was to search for dragons and dig holes into tombs to explore the secrets, but he didn't want to come out this time, and he was crazy and angry.
The response staff waited for a few more days, but no one came out of the tomb.
When Zhan Changfeng heard the news, he suspected that there was something evil in the tomb. Chongmingxian's appearance was a sign.
So I want to ask Qingfeng to come with me to help.
Qingfeng was worried about the people in the old house who were possessed by Yin evil spirits, and said: I have a good friend in Yaozhou, and his skills are no worse than mine. You can find him the same way.
Due to the turmoil in the current situation, most counties and counties have closed down their cities and imposed restrictions, making all roads impassable. By the time Zhan Changfeng and his party took a detour into Yaozhou, it was already early March.
It took half a month to visit Qingfeng's friend, and another half month to ask his friend to treat Chongming. In the blink of an eye, it was already April.
Qingfeng is not very old, but he has half a hundred friends. He is named Gu Lao Zhang, and his conversation is very elegant.
"Chongsheng's soul-leaving syndrome is very serious. After this period of treatment, he has recovered to some extent, but his soul is still damaged, and the hidden disease is difficult to cure."
"Thank you, Taoist Priest." Zhan Changfeng poured him a cup of tea, "Please."
"You're welcome, young master." The lonely old man lifted up his robe and knelt down on the table. He brushed off the tea leaves with the tea cover. The red soup was clear and mellow in taste. He smiled and praised, "Good tea."
"It's rare to see a young master at this age who likes to drink tea."
"Just to wake up." Zhan Changfeng asked: "I think Taoist Priest and Taoist Priest Qingfeng have quite similar temperaments, but are they brothers?"
"Oh? Haha," the lonely old man stroked his beard, "How did the young master see it? Is it possible that Qingfeng has also used my method of healing separated souls?"
Zhan Changfeng smiled but did not answer.
This has nothing to do with technique or behavior, but the Qi developed in the same environment for a long time.
Zhan Changfeng has learned the imperial art for so long, so he still has this judgment.
What only surprised her was that in the same environment, they probably shared the same master lineage, but the subtle movements of casting spells and the power used by these two people were completely different.
This made her wonder where they had learned their skills.
However, the lonely father-in-law didn't take the initiative to mention it, so she didn't delve too much into it.
After chatting for a while, the old man said goodbye and left.
"Your Highness, why don't you ask the Taoist priest to enter the tomb with us? With his ability, he is more secure against evil spirits and ghosts." Jiang Weidao.
"It's no use having too many people." Zhan Changfeng lowered his eyes, "This time, it's enough for you, me, and Wong Tai Sin to fight each other upside down in the tomb. Go and see if Chongming is awake first, and let him put the tomb in Tell me what happened.”
Jiang Wei hesitated: "Can you still believe Huang Taixian?"
"Compared to the lonely old man, he wants something from us." Being demanding means that it is easy to control. This has nothing to do with belief or not.
According to the oral tradition passed down by the emperor of the Yi family, there are three volumes of the Dragon Armor Divine Chapter, and the second volume contains the prediction technique - Qi Men Dun Jia.
One thousand and eight hundred rounds of Qi Men Dun Jia, as the highest imperial art, is a required course for every emperor, and she is no exception.
There is also a scroll, whose existence or not is a mystery. Some say it does not exist, and another says that the scroll is the art of immortality. Regarding this point, there was no record in the founding emperor's handwriting, so she did not consider it for the time being.
What she is looking for is the middle volume. The middle volume is a strategy for governing the world, also known as the Thirteen Chapters of Military Machinery. Those who obtain this method can bring disaster to their lives and stabilize the world. The founding emperor was afraid that future generations would not be able to grasp it correctly, so he hid it.
The hiding place is probably the Qishan Tomb in Yaozhou.
In fact, Zhan Changfeng did not have to obtain the Dragon Armor Divine Medal. He was willing to take risks himself this time because Chongming took out something from the tomb first.
A gold bar with the word "天福" printed on it.
The founding emperor hid not only the Thirteen Chapters of Military Aircraft, but also a treasure that was enough to recreate a dynasty.
Zhan Changfeng didn't expect that he would hide the two together.
This treasure can play a substantial role in future wars, and Zhan Changfeng intends to get it back.
In this way, the Qishan Tomb and his entourage are indispensable.
Another day, the two of them knocked on the door of the independent courtyard.
One person has a goatee, a thin figure, and a green robe. He looks like an old master teaching in a private school.
The man was tall and his bare arms were bulging with muscles. Jiang Wei looked smaller when standing next to him.
These two people are newly contacted tomb robbers. The former is called Song Shizi and the latter is called Knocking Mountain Guest. Jiang Wei should be the one to deal with it.
After Jiang Wei talked to them, the two of them agreed that the "young master" would go to the grave together without saying anything more.
At this time, Zhan Changfeng was in the first room of Chongming.
Chongming first lay on his side on the couch, his eyes lifeless. When he asked him anything, everyone said he had forgotten.
Zhan Changfeng asked Mr. Gu, "The secret disease you mentioned is amnesia?"
The old man looked around again and nodded, "It's very possible."
That is to say, no further information can be obtained.
The lonely father-in-law said: "The reason for leaving the soul is nothing more than severe fright or evil spirits and ghosts. No matter what the reason is, we can see the dangers that Chongsheng has experienced. The young master must not make the same mistake again."
He said, "Young master, don't blame me for talking too much. As for you, don't ask him what he went through anymore. Let this matter go by and stay as far away as possible to keep him safe."
"What the Taoist Master said is true." Zhan Changfeng replied.
She always looked reserved, and the old man didn't know if she heard her, so he could only shake his head and sigh secretly.
Zhan Changfeng asked someone to pay the remuneration in full and said goodbye to his father-in-law, "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your help this time."
"I don't think so." The old man took two steps and then came back. "Last time, the young master asked me if Qingfeng and I were from the same sect. Now I said 'yes and no'."
"Well?" Zhan Changfeng didn't know why he changed his mind. He thought for a while and said with a smile, "Master Taoist, can you have a drink?"
The lonely father-in-law said generously, "That's exactly what I meant."
The two sat down and tea was served.
The lonely old man spoke first, "I wonder if the young master has ever heard of cultivating Taoism?"
"Of course, it's a pity that we don't know much about it."
"The magic techniques of Chinese monks actually have their origin, which is called Zangyun Stream." The old man stopped talking and asked instead: "I think the young master's bones are very strange. If you practice Taoism, your future will be bright, but I wonder what the young master thinks about practicing Taoism?"
"I naturally know something about cultivating Taoism, but the Taoist Master asked me what I was going to do. Do you want to accept a disciple?" Zhan Changfeng said calmly.
The lonely old man suddenly didn't know how to answer the question. Why didn't this young master play his cards according to the routine? Shouldn't you imagine flying to the sky and escaping to the earth for a long time, and then I tell you to keep your feet on the ground?
Forget it, the lonely father-in-law didn't say any more, he took out an arrow and said, "Hidden clouds hang high in the stream, and the road is difficult to pass. Today I will give the young master a chance, and it will be the fate of our meeting."
"If you are interested, young master, you can go to the outskirts of Xiling in Huangzhou on the 16th night of the eighth month and sacrifice your blood to the arrow. When the moonlight falls on the arrow, the road to heaven will open."
After the old man finished speaking, he strode away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Tongtian Road, Zangyun Stream." Zhan Changfeng smiled, "Where did you come from too?"
When Huang Daxian came in, thinking about the leaving figure of the lonely old man, he knew where Zhan Changfeng learned these two words.
"Pindao doesn't have any luck, but the master of Pindao is indeed from there." Huang Taixian looked in awe, "Zangyun Stream is what I yearn for as a Taoist."
"How can I get your longing so easily?" Zhan Changfeng felt that the way to get this command arrow was too simple, which was a bit embarrassing.
She hasn't done anything yet.
Huang Taixian rolled his eyes and said in an angry and sour tone, "If it were me, I would rather give you this opportunity so that I can escape as soon as possible."
"How do you say this?"
Zhan Changfeng's good temper makes Wong Tai Sin annoyed. Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, why didn't he tell this guy's fortune earlier? Otherwise, he would definitely be far away!
"As expected, my father-in-law and I should be of the same kind of people. Those of us who spy on fortune tellers will be punished by God, leading Gu Yao to poverty, and we are most taboo about being involved in causal relationships with others."
He opened his eyes and sighed heavily. Who is in front of him, the former prince!
He calculated with his fingers and found that the former prince was still determined to cause great things, and he would bear the consequences of hundreds of millions of people.
Even if he got a little bit of it, it would be enough to be struck by thunder seven or eight thousand times.
The lonely old man must have thought of this, so he used the opportunity of cultivating Taoism to end the involvement.
But Wong Tai Sin couldn't escape, and he didn't want to escape either.
Although people who practice life magic can obtain heavenly secrets, they are faced with many difficulties on the way to practice. There are very few people who have established the foundation and entered the Tao. What's more, they cannot practice and can only be completely mortal.
By luck, he reached the point of perfecting his qi training and gained a lifespan of ninety-nine years. Now he has passed seventy-six years. He has lost half of his blood essence and blood by using the magic of inviting gods. He really doesn't have much time left.
It's better to die early or later, why not trade this death for a thousand pieces of gold!
It also fulfilled his wish.
