After everyone brought back the meat, when they approached the clearing, the people who stayed behind stepped out and made a silence gesture.
The instructor motioned for everyone to lower their bodies and quietly came to the clearing. They saw the injured Feng Xiong burying his head in the clearing to eat the internal organs that had been thrown away before.
I was secretly happy in my heart, even though the cultivation of this wind bear was not as good as that of a mountain wolf, the effect of strengthening the body and cultivating the essence was far better than that of wolf meat and wolf blood.
Signaling the encirclement, Cheng Yun was asked to find a tree and climb up. The instructor pulled out a short gun from behind, half the length of the previous one and with a larger head. Take a deep breath and throw it hard at the wind bear.
Even though the wind bear was naturally sensitive to wind, the short spear was too fast to dodge and stabbed hard into his left arm. Feng Xiong swung several wind blades at the instructor and ran away quickly, not forgetting to grab a handful of internal organs.
The instructor dodged the wind blade and did not react when he saw Feng Xiong running away. Then he looked at Dong Lao San and blew a quick whistle to ask Dong Lao San to stop Feng Xiong.
The others followed the direction in which the wind bear fled and surrounded him again. Cheng Yun shot several arrows in succession, but the bow was not very strong and he could not use his strength, so the arrows could not break the bear's skin.
Cheng Yun only tried to shoot at the bear's leg, but the arrow seemed to be blocked. Cheng Yun used his method and saw the green and black energy wrapping around the wind bear's feet.
At this time, Dong Laosan drew out his knife and was about to slash at Feng Xiong. There were other cyan energy flowing not far behind him.
Cheng Yun shouted quickly, "Dong Lao San, don't stop it, get out of the way!"
When Dong Laosan heard that it was good luck, he hesitated for a moment and chose not to stop Feng Xiong. He dodged to the left, but felt a chill in his right arm, followed by a sharp pain.
He endured the pain and kicked his legs, took out the dagger and climbed up the tree with all his strength, and then jumped to the tree next to someone to help him.
After the two were out of danger, the instructor saw another wind bear emerging from the shadows, with the mist still lingering on its body.
"Control the mist to hide yourself? When did the wind bear know this kind of magic?"
The instructor decisively raised his gun and charged straight at the injured Feng Xiong. When the fog cleared, Feng Xiong, who was about to chase Dong Laosan, saw this and immediately turned around and rushed towards the instructor.
He split the wind blade with one shot, saw Dong Laosan fleeing, and retreated to the side of everyone with a feint shot.
Signaling everyone to step back, the instructor used his gun to pick out the wolf head that had been buried in the ground and threw it at the two wind bears, then slowly backed away facing the wind bears.
Seeing Feng Xiong carefully picking up the wolf's head and remaining internal organs, he stopped pursuing him. Before the instructor could look away, he saw Cheng Yun suddenly rushing toward Feng Xiong at an alarming speed. The cold light of the iron sword in his hand suddenly appeared, and the mist Feng Xiong was struck by the sword. Cut off the head.
Cheng Yun paused for a moment on the body of the mist wind bear and quickly swept towards the mountains.
Just when the instructor realized what he was doing and was about to chase after him, another wind bear looked up to the sky and roared. He changed his cautious attitude before, his eyes were red and furious, and with a roar he came straight towards the crowd, his blood-colored wind blade seemed to be infinite.
The others couldn't get away, but suddenly Butcher Zhang appeared and cut off the bear's head with his own meat cleaver.
"Cheng Yun suddenly disappeared in my spiritual consciousness. When I came here, I only saw you. Where is Cheng Yun?"
The instructor respectfully performed the military salute of the Sangling Kingdom, "Zhang Qi...Brother Zhang, Cheng Yun suddenly burst out and killed the wind bear, and then went there."
Butcher Zhang nodded, looked around at the crowd and said, "Everyone knows the rules in the village, and those of you who can keep your wife and children warm on the kang have a deep understanding of it. I hope you won't tell anyone about what happened today."
Everyone nodded, and Butcher Zhang called the instructor to come over and ask for details.
Walking to the bear corpse, according to the instructor, this wind bear can control the fog to hide itself in the shadows, but this one is still too early to be a monster, not to mention that the wind bear cannot control the fog.
Zhang Tufu guessed that the sudden rise in success might be related to Feng Xiong's special condition, and luckily he followed him out.
Purple energy surrounded Cheng Yun, a sword-shaped mark appeared on his forehead, and the ring on his hand disappeared.
Cheng Yun came to the foot of the mountain that exuded the luster of gold and stone. Purple light swept across his eyes and he swung his sword at will. The sword energy hit different positions. The surrounding stone mountains merged into one place, faintly emitting a cold light.
After Cheng Yun stood there for a while, he restored the surrounding stone mountains to their original state and left quickly. Until it got dark, Cheng Yun came to a deep valley with his sword.
The valley is full of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy condenses into mottled light spots, soft, bright and warm.
Cheng Yun slowly moved forward, the purple light in his eyes became brighter, and the surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathered towards Cheng Yun.
Walking to the center of the valley, wisps of liquid spiritual power were swimming around Rao Chengyun, and there was a shadow on the iron sword he held.
He stabilized his body, holding the sword diagonally with his right hand, and the shadow on the sword became more solid.
There is a huge thing in the shadow in the center of the valley that absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He has already noticed that someone is coming. He slowly raised his head and stared at the phantom of the iron sword with his red-gold eyes.
He stood up as if he were lifting up the valley, and a green buffalo walked out of the shadows, holding a sword with a cold light in his mouth, which was the same as the shadow in Cheng Yun's hand.
There are purple lines circling up from the corners of the top of the head, and purple and gold characters appear all over the body. It seems like a seal or a curse that is incompatible with the valley here.
A low roar sounded, and the green bull seemed to be carrying the entire valley towards success. The spiritual power in the valley seemed to gather and disperse, which was extremely unstable and even exploded directly.
When the green bull rushed closer, he saw clearly that the sword had pierced the bull's jaw.
Before Cheng Yun moved, the purple energy gathered in the iron sword, and the iron sword flew forward.
Seemingly unable to withstand the purple power and shadow, the iron sword broke and turned into powder, but the sword shadow rushed into the sword that pierced the cow's jaw, and the purple power adhered to the purple veins on the green bull's body.
At this time, Cheng Yun seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell to the ground.
The sword trembled suddenly, the green bull roared in pain, and the golden color surged all over his body, but was completely suppressed by the purple veins.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and Qing Niu was attacked from both sides. Unwilling to accept what he had suffered for hundreds of years, big tears actually flowed down from the corners of his eyes and fell on his sword.
The sword that stirred in the cow's mouth and never came out was startled when he felt the green cow's tears. Without the help of the iron sword, the purple power was unable to suppress the green cow for a while.
The grieving Qing Niu felt the pressure drop suddenly. Although he didn't understand why, he didn't take advantage of this to counterattack. Instead, he rushed straight towards Cheng Yun who was lying on the ground. The purple energy and sword reacted a moment late with perfect understanding.
Cheng Yun, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes suddenly. He tried his best to run with the little strength he had saved before falling to the ground and waking up. His eyes were filled with purple light.
Jian was about to wait and see, but the purple energy attached to the cow suddenly became strong.
When Qing Niu saw Cheng Yun's purple eyes, he didn't resist at the first moment, but carefully probed for his spiritual sense.
The moment his spiritual consciousness touched Cheng Yun, Qing Niu knew that the purple-gold beam of light he was pursuing six years ago was related to this boy, but the connection between the sword in his mouth and the purple lines on his body and this boy was difficult for Qing Niu to understand.
Ignoring the pain, Qing Niu knelt down in front of Cheng Yun. A mark emerged from Qing Niu's head, emitting golden light, hanging in front of Cheng Yun.
The sword-shaped mark between Cheng Yun's brows shattered and turned into pure spiritual power scattered all over his body. The sword between his mouth instantly lost most of its luster, but the purple veins still did not move.
Cheng Yun looked at the green cow with purple lines emerging, and remembered that he had been controlled by purple power before, so he touched the golden mark.
Qing Niu lowered his head, the sword from his mouth slid down weakly, and slowly flew to Cheng Yun's side.
Cheng Yun ignored it and looked at Qing Niu who was very sad. Thinking of Yin Feng, he would bury his head in his arms when he was wronged, wet his clothes and say nothing.
Kneeling in front of Qing Niu, he tried his best to open his arms and held the tears in his arms with all his strength. Qing Niu leaned forward lightly and fell into a deep sleep.
The spiritual power of the valley gradually recovered, and it became silent again.
After Cheng Yun fell asleep leaning on Qing Niu, the purple energy carried the sword shadow and got into the ring that appeared again.
Suspended in the sky, ignoring the monsters in the mountains, Zhang Butcher frantically released his spiritual consciousness to patrol, frowning and looking at the stone mountain that exuded the luster of gold and stone.
The sword-shaped stone mountain points straight ahead under the reflection of the moonlight, with a sword-like grid in the middle that is empty and incomplete.
Zhang Tufu recalled the notes he had read before and noticed that a body-seeking monster was coming towards him. He withdrew his spiritual consciousness and headed straight for the sword-shaped stone mountain. He also sent word that the others would go back.
The moonlight shone on Cheng Yun. The awakened Qing Niu sent out his spiritual consciousness and noticed that a monk was coming. He shrunk to the size of a young Qing Niu and leaned into Cheng Yun's arms.
He glanced at the ring on Cheng Yun's hand and the sword lying aside, blew out the moisture on Cheng Yun's clothes, and waited for the monk.
Sensing the uneven spiritual power in the valley ahead, Zhang Butcher's heart tightened and he rushed forward quickly.
His spiritual sense detected that Cheng Yun's aura was stable, and Butcher Zhang felt relieved.
Butcher Zhang, who came to the deep valley, looked at the little green cow in Cheng Yun's arms with a strange expression.
The cyan calf seemed to sense someone coming. After looking at Butcher Zhang, he rubbed Cheng Yun's cheek again and lay down comfortably.
Butcher Zhang's weird look didn't go away. He looked around the valley, filled with potholes, and then turned to stare at the little green cow.
The little green cow turned its head, staggered up to the sword, and pushed the sword a few times with the horn on its head. Butcher Zhang was confused when he saw this scene.
In the early years, Zhang Da, who had been through hundreds of cases and was investigating the Dingtian monks and visiting the gangsters in the alleys, did not know what to make of the case at this time.
He glanced at Cheng Yun, who was still sleeping soundly, and sighed helplessly. He held Cheng Yun in his left hand and tied the sword on the ground to his waist. He reached out to grab the little green cow and tried to clamp it on the right side, but the little green cow jumped directly on his head.
With his front hooves wrapped around his forehead and his hind body slumped on his back, Zhang Butcher shook his head without shaking it off, and once again emitted his spiritual sense to explore, no different from an ordinary green bull.
Butcher Zhang, whose brain was a little bloated, mentally noted the location of the valley, got up and flew towards the village.
Under the moon, a butcher and a lucky calf fly in the air with a faint white luster.
A group of scholars were exchanging glasses of wine on a hilltop not far from the imperial city.
The white-haired scholar with a white face, sharp eyebrows, and phoenix eyes was slightly drunk. He was carrying a wine bottle and saw a child in the arms of the bull-headed alien race under the bright moon. He shook his head:
"The bright moon doesn't know what to do, so how can a foreigner have the courage to tie a sword around his waist? When I finish drinking the wine in the pot, I will scream at the moon and turn it into a sword to attack the foreigners!"
A pretty girl cheered loudly, her eyes narrowed in happiness seemed to make Man Yue eager to run for a few more days, so that she could turn into a crescent moon and compete with the pretty girl.
Under the pale pink clothes, there was a fat and foolish look. He was holding the scabbard stolen from his brother and patted the young man in white who was drunkenly reciting poetry in front of him.
The bull-headed alien race was no longer visible under the moonlight.
Everyone at the banquet laughed, watching the wine and poetry of Mengzi in the imperial city. Everyone was joking.
"The pot under the perilla leaves looks like wine but not tea. The scabbard is not a sword, but it is not white but it is white."
The delicate and naive woman blushed in anger, but when her brother didn't reply, she turned around and went back to the house angrily.
The white-haired scholar laughed loudly, picked up the pot in his hand and drank heavily with misty eyes.
"I'm drinking the air again, but the scenery under the moon is really intoxicating, really intoxicating."
Amidst the laughter, the white-haired scholar picked up the scabbard dropped by his sister, holding the wine bottle and scabbard in his arms and muttered:
"When the wine in the pot is gone, can the bright moon turn the sword into its scabbard? It's hard to know how to make koji while drinking wine. When the moon is full, I don't know how bright the stars are. What's the benefit of the wine in the pot and the scabbard of the sword?"
The full moon in the sky disappeared, and the pretty woman disappeared, and she could only lie on the white-haired scholar who seemed to be drunk and asleep.
