The night was dark and moonless, with only scattered candlelight reflecting the glimmer of the snow.
In the room, Li Yuan tidied up a little, mainly taking control of the mixed-gold Daxi Yi Hammer, Qi Wen Forging Hammer, Qianjun Heavy Hammer, and the best Liuhe Boots and Jiuhe Boots.
When he pushed the door open, he saw a masked man in black clothes standing in the courtyard.
"Walk!"
Jing Shuhu lowered his voice, turned around and disappeared into the night.
"Compared to Lao Han, Lao Jingtou is still a little more indecisive. It's been delayed for a day, so it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"
Li Yuan muttered in his heart, moved slightly, and followed.
This was already the second day after he went to the Can Temple. Jing Shuhu thought about it for a long time and asked many disciples of the Supervisory Hall to get information before he made up his mind.
Huhu~
In the night, Li Yuan rose and fell calmly.
His training in the White Crane Lifting Technique and the Falcon Step was only moderate, but with the help of two pairs of third-level boots, he could easily keep up.
'Is this kid so talented in Qinggong? "
In the night, listening to the subtle sound of wind behind him, Uncle Jing was a little surprised.
There is no superior Qing Kung in the Divine Weapon Valley, and the only few intermediate Qing Kung are in the secret building. This kid has only learned a few inferior Qing Kung and footwork, but he can actually keep up with him?
With a slight movement in his heart, Jing Shuhu quickened his pace.
He majored in "Eight Steps to Catch Cicadas", and also practiced six different low-level light skills to improve verticality. In addition, he has deep inner energy.
There is no trace when stepping on the snow, no sound when landing, and the ups and downs are like ghosts.
"You still want to test me now?"
Li Yuan cursed in his heart, but his feet slowed down slightly. It was better not to irritate the old man at this time.
"The light kung fu is not inferior to that of Yi Sha Dacheng! This boy's talent is better than the old... Han Chuijun."
After Shuhu accelerated several times and consciously tried Li Yuan's Qinggong movement, he stabilized his speed and headed towards the Can Temple.
Li Yuan followed not far away, but when he reached the street where the Temple of Remnants was located, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw masked men in black scurrying out of the shadows.
He is clearly the elite of the Supervisory Hall.
"Is Lao Jingtou so afraid of the remaining temples? Or is it that he doesn't want to offend the imperial court behind these temples?"
Li Yuan thought to himself, and pulled up the rag on his face. Following the example, he wrapped it tightly than anyone else.
"Disperse and hide. You are not allowed to enter the temple until you see my order!"
Jing Shuhu glanced at everyone and quickly ordered.
All the disciples from the Overwatch Hall nodded and silently dispersed to the streets near the Temple of Remnants.
"You, follow me."
He glanced at Li Yuan: "You decide the distance yourself, it must be within my sight..."
Li Yuan's Qing Gong is far better than other disciples, but he is not too reassured.
Li Yuan nodded and didn't make a sound at all.
To be lurking, you have to look like you are lurking, otherwise, why would you be so disguised?
call!
A little below Shuhu's feet, he jumped onto the courtyard wall that was about ten feet high. Li Yuan followed closely, only to see the old man swooping down.
Along with the imperceptible sound of breaking through the air, the mastiff dogs inside the courtyard wall silently threw themselves to the ground. When they landed, a group of patrolling guards were also brought down.
"So skilled? A veteran!"
Li Yuan was a little surprised.
Sneaking, assassination, hidden weapons, location identification... He had read about these things in the library books, but he was not very proficient in these things, but Jing Shuhu was extremely sophisticated.
All the way to the main hall, there were no guards or mastiffs who could even make half a cry.
"Top Assassin!"
On the roof of the main hall, Li Yuan's heart trembled. For this series of actions, he had to review it at least several times and check the points in advance before he could do it.
Jing Shuhu can do it easily and find the best entry point...
"Wait here!"
Jing Shuhu said softly
The sentence has fallen with the wind, and the time chosen is when the dark clouds cover the moon and the shadows cover the backyard.
"These old men are not simple."
Li Yuan lay on the roof of the main hall and reluctantly glanced at the large incense burner in front of the hall. He was surrounded by disciples from the Supervisory Hall. He did not dare to take away the incense burner just like that.
After thinking about it, he looked at the bamboo forest in the backyard. Under the shadows, the bamboo forest was very quiet, with only a few scattered lights on.
As soon as Jing Shuhu landed, he seemed to blend into the shadows. He stared so hard that he lost sight of it.
"Good guy!"
Li Yuan took a deep breath.
He also thought that he was good at assassination. Compared with this veteran, his own methods were nothing to mention.
"This must be at least a gold medal killer, right? Hmm... Isn't Lao Jingtou also the killer of Zhaixing Tower?"
Li Yuan was a little frightened and had wild thoughts.
But he quickly gathered his thoughts and stared at the deep bamboo forest, quietly dormant and waiting.
…
"call!"
In the hut, Su Wanxiong breathed a long sigh of relief, his complexion returned to rosy, and he pulled out the last trace of the cicada's energy.
"What a Kuyue, what a Cicada Sword!"
Under the candlelight, Su Wanxiong's eyes sparkled: "Next time I see you again, I must let you taste the taste of the old master's Zimu Qigong!"
His voice was low, with strong murderous intent.
If he hadn't been seriously injured, he wouldn't have looked down on Han Chuijun, not to mention Ku Yue's group.
Stab~
He tore open his clothes and saw a shallow fingerprint on his chest that lingered. This was the most serious injury on his body.
It took years to recover.
"One Qi points the soul finger, Fang Yuanqing, oh, one Qi Zhuang..."
Su Wanxiong's face twitched, Yi Qizhuang was as famous as Longhu Temple and one of the five top sects of Universiade.
This injury is difficult to heal, and this revenge is difficult to avenge.
unless……
"Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer!"
Su Wanxiong's eyes flashed with coldness, he picked up a letter from the table, pulled it out and read:
"Meng Zhan can't help it anymore? Hehe, when he really worships the Blood King Kong... who?!"
Phew~
The strong wind howled and the door of the house opened.
In the courtyard, One-Eyed Temple Zhu bowed slightly: "Captain, there is a letter from outside the city, saying that Wan Ya's eldest disciple Qi Yingwu suddenly left with a group of people, suspected to intercept and kill Shi Hong..."
"Kill Shi Hong? Wan Ya only has this much courage, but if he wants to kill Shi Hong, Qi Ying is not qualified."
Su Wanxiong didn't take it seriously: "Who is Shi Hong?!"
Uh-huh!
Su Wanxiong shouted loudly, and the one-eyed Miao Zhu trembled in horror: "Helmsman?!"
boom!
The ghost-headed sword slashed through the roof, tiles and beams fell off, and dust filled the air.
"no one?"
Su Wanxiong walked out of the dust, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and he clearly felt a biting chill.
Boom!
Almost the moment Su Wanxiong walked out of the house, the one-eyed Miao Zhu felt as if there was thunder in his ears. He turned around and said,
Only then did he realize with astonishment that there was no one in the space a few feet behind him. !
boom!
Brains burst and blood splattered.
Jing Shuhu suddenly rose up, and with a small hammer, it was as powerful as a battering ram, pointing directly at Su Wanxiong's chest.
"Bold!"
Su Wanxiong was frightened and angry, but his reaction was extremely fast. He swept the ghost-headed sword across the air and smashed the body thrown away from the One-eyed Temple Zhu into a pulp.
The violent sword light slashed straight at him.
boom!
On the roof of the main hall, Li Yuan's heart was shocked, and he could only hear the sound of gold and iron clashing across the night sky.
"What a catch!"
Li Yuan looked intently.
I saw smoke, dust and snow billowing in the bamboo forest. In the blink of an eye, I could not even blink.
The bamboo groves in the ground had been pushed flatly, and the thatched houses were shattered.
The figures that came out from behind all retreated in horror, coughing up blood and laying dead bodies.
In the land of Lixu, the light of swords and hammers reflected each other. The two figures moved vertically and horizontally, and large fires burst out every time they collided.
"That sword light looks like Su Wanxiong? Why did you catch me again?"
Li Yuan recognized the flash of sword light. The scene of Su Wanxiong transforming into Qi on the bank of the river last year left a deep impression on him.
"Jing Shuhu?!"
After a moment, the sound of swords clashing disappeared, Li Yuan heard angry shouts, and then, two figures disappeared into the night one after another.
boom!
The sound of arrows exploded, which was the secret signal set by Jing Shuhu.
When Li Yuan jumped down, the disciples of the Supervisory Hall who were lying around also rushed out one after another and pounced on all the living creatures in the temple.
boom!
Li Yuan raised the hammer and struck the attacker with his backhand, sending him flying backwards.
The shouts of killing rang out, and the two parties quickly fought together.
Fortunately, all the disciples from the Divine Weapon Valley were wearing black clothes and covering their faces, so they were not afraid of admitting their mistakes.
call!
Li Yuan stepped forward and swung the long-handled heavy hammer like the wind. With his current body and strong internal energy, he encountered almost no resistance.
Soon, the shouts of killing in the temple stopped, and Li Yuan also put down the heavy hammer, glanced over, and saw a familiar gray-white ball in the ruins.
"This thing?"
Li Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The round bead was crushed by someone's foot. At this moment, it actually had a light that only he could see.
Mixed with blood and cyan, it turned out to be a fourth-level rare item!
[Xuanyin Single-Eye Son-Mother Eye (Level 4)]
[Take the eyes of the one-eyed snake Xuanyin of the spirit snake, place it in the statue of the broken god, and temper it with incense for hundreds of years. Nine sons and one mother have given birth to supernatural beings...]
[Control conditions: Third level of worshiping gods]
[Control effect: Level 5 (light yellow): Shenmu Jing (disabled)
Level 4 (Green): The fourth level of worshiping gods, the fourth level of worshiping residual gods
Level 3 (dark blue): hundreds of insects retreat, confusing people's hearts]
nice one!
Li Yuan picked up the ball and found that under the gray-white shell was a vivid snake eye.
And that gray shell...
"It's very similar to the statue of the broken god. No wonder the scent of incense is lingering. No wonder I didn't feel the light..."
After getting his hands on it himself, Li Yuan discovered that although the scent of incense on the stone shell was not much, it seemed to be of high quality.
"At least it's fifth-level incense!"
Li Yuan clenched the ball tightly, feeling pleasantly surprised. He had been looking for high-level incense for a long time, but he didn't expect to find it here.
In the past half year or so, thanks to the attention of Lei Jingchuan and Jing Shuhu, he had collected a lot of first- and second-level hammers.
As long as there is enough incense, not to mention five or five-level incense, six will be enough!
"While Lao Jingtou is here, collect more incense."
Stuffing the ball into his arms and actually putting it into the palm space, Li Yuan felt a little calm and thought that he could go to other temples to see it.
The relationship between the Evil God Cult and the temple is inextricably linked, and the Remnant Temple may not be the only one.
"With five fifth-level hammer skills, there must be some qualitative changes, right?"
In the night, the disciples of the Overwatch Hall were searching the temple, while Li Yuan sat cross-legged leaning on the incense burner, thinking in his heart.
In the past six months, his understanding of the various control effects of the weapon has been deepened, especially regarding talents.
The first-level talent blessing is equivalent to a medium-level disciple with mediocre qualifications.
The second level is three times as high, and Yue Yunjin belongs to this category.
By analogy, it is estimated that there are only a few people in the Hammering Hall, including Fang Baoluo and Fang Wanli, with fourth- and fifth-level hammering skills.
"With the blessing of five fifth-level hammer skills, it will definitely surpass Lao Han..."
Li Yuan promised in his heart.
He has been thinking about the hammer for a long time
, it would be too rude to have no reaction.
…
…
"I was careless!"
Shenbing Street, in the backyard of a mansion somewhere, in front of the broken rockery, looking at the collapsed tunnel entrance, Jing Shuhu frowned.
He really didn't expect that the kid would find Su Wanxiong who had been lurking for half a year on the first day he came down the mountain.
He didn't even expect that the temple would dare to take him in.
This means that the court also...
"Dig this tunnel, search it, investigate it thoroughly!"
When the disciples from the Supervisory Hall arrived, Jing Shuhu gave the order with a stern face, then moved and disappeared into the courtyard.
In the night, he rose and fell several times and landed in front of the door of an ordinary house. Before he could knock on the door, the door had already opened.
Qiao Tianhe, who looked a little embarrassed, bowed his hands and invited him in.
Inside the house, Wan Chuan was having a drink, quite leisurely:
"Two drinks?"
"..."
Jing Shuhu sat down with a sullen expression, and after drinking several drinks, his expression improved.
"Su Wanxiong's Five Worshiping Ghosts" are the best at escaping. A master of viscera refining once tried to chase him for several months but to no avail. It's normal that you didn't catch him. "
Wan Chuan put down his wine glass and saw that Jing Shuhu remained silent and said to himself:
"Zhenwutang Mengzhan, God Worship Cult Su Wanxiong, and Sanyuanwu Wanya, tsk tsk, if Han Chuijun and Gong Yangyu don't come back, it's up to you and Duanmu to survive..."
Qiao Tianhe was waiting at the side, pouring wine for the two of them.
"If you can't stop it, do you think Wan Ya dares to break down the gate of your Divine Weapon Valley?"
"He dares!"
Jing Shuhu dropped his glass heavily.
"Of course he dares. Several years ago, Wan Ya had already succeeded in refining the internal organs. This is Yun Shulou's information and it cannot be false."
Wan Chuan held the wine glass and shook it gently: "One bite of the Red Flame Jiao Jin Bow, I will help you get rid of Wan Ya, how about it?"
"wishful thinking!"
Jing Shuhu's face twitched and he almost walked away: "Wan Ya, you dare to trade for my divine bow?!"
"Weapons without spirituality can be manipulated by others, but divine weapons will choose their masters. The red flame dragon tendon bow has been gathering dust in the divine weapon pavilion for seven hundred years, so it is better to let me use it."
Wan Chuan did not hide his purpose at all:
"I'm only interested in your ancestor's method of forging magic weapons. As for this bow, I'll give it back to you when you use it."
"impossible!"
Jing Shuhu flatly refused.
His heart bleeds every time he thinks of the rare treasures lost to the Seven Star Palace by the ancestors, let alone giving them away on their own initiative.
Even if the Red Flame Dragon Bow has been covered in dust for many years and no one can recognize its owner, it is still one of the only two divine weapons left in the Divine Weapon Valley.
"The Valley of Divine Weapons has become a target of public criticism. If you can't guard those two divine weapons, why don't you use someone else to guard them?"
Wan Chuan is very patient and his tone is very gentle. He does not want to irritate Jing Shuhu:
"Have you forgotten what I said when we first met last year? The one who is eyeing the Black Whale Hammer is not Su Wanxiong, not Baili Jingchuan, but the Evil God Cult Leader..."
"Can't keep it..."
Jing Shuhu sighed. He was really worried. Even if they were prepared to deal with it, he was not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of what might happen...
"Brother Wan, you and I have known each other for more than seventy years, do you think we are old friends?"
Wan Chuan corrected: "We just nodded."
"If there is a sudden change, you can take away the Red Flame Jiao sinew bow, and there is no need for you to kill Wan Ya or anyone else."
Jing Shuhu said to himself and stood up:
"You must accept Li Yuan as your personal disciple."
"master……"
Qiao Tianhe, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but wanted to speak, but when he was glared at, he didn't dare to say anything.
"Hmm... It's okay in name only. It's passed down in person. Although he has talent, I have closed the door for a long time. He is not good enough for me to make an exception."
Wan Chuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "However, I can recommend him to become an inner disciple of the Seven Star Palace."
"Inner door?"
Jing Shuhu sneered and walked away.
