"Snow Sweeping Taoist Temple."
Chen Shouzheng was sitting in a tea stall on the roadside, looking at the small Taoist temple a dozen steps away and across the street.
It was early one morning, not the time to drink tea. Except for the tea stall owner who was boiling water over there, he and his junior brother were the only two people in the entire tea stall, and the pedestrians on the road seemed sparse.
The tables and benches in this tea stall are all mottled and their original appearance cannot be seen. There are some signs of decay and thick accumulation of dust.
Although the owner of the tea stall would wipe it carefully with a rag every time a customer came, the accumulated dirt could only be scraped off with a knife.
A few years ago, even if Chen Shouzheng wanted to rest in a tea stall like this, he would have taken out a piece of handkerchief and put it on the bench. When drinking tea, he would have paid attention to not letting his The sleeve rests on the table for too long.
But in the past few years, he had been traveling around southeast and northwest, and because of the resentment in his heart, he had already had to get used to such hasty stops.
And his junior brother Che Jinfeng, who was sitting opposite him, had grown up in the marketplace and was even more accustomed to such a life.
The large bowl of coarse tea still had a scalding feeling, but Che Jinfeng had already downed three bowls of it. The heat caused his front shirt to open slightly, he wiped a handful of water droplets from his stubble, and moved his head closer to this side. a little.
"Elder brother, I have inquired about it. The name of the Taoist temple owner who cleans the snow is indeed Xue Longzi. Although he has lived in seclusion and has a low reputation in recent years, he has occasionally shown one or two tricks. He turned a dumped hot oil pan into something with his bare hands. Leng doesn't need the tools in the blacksmith shop, just some fine sand and a grindstone to help others repair kitchen knives and scissors."
"It's true that they all have the skills of the Glacier Sect, but he passed away from illness a while ago, and now there are only four of his disciples left in this small Taoist temple."
Chen Shouzheng listened and just nodded silently.
Che Jinfeng's eyes under his thick eyebrows were wide open: "In that case, let's go visit him right now."
Chen Shouzheng pinched the edge of the warm tea bowl and said, "It's really unlucky for us to come here. Xue Longzi's bones are not yet cold..."
"Alas!"
Che Jinfeng slapped his thigh, "Is now the time to talk about this? In order to trace the whereabouts of that thing in the past few years, we went to the Snow Ridge of Tianshan Mountains, starting from the ruins of the Glacier Sect. I don't know how much trouble it took before we followed the clues. To Xue Longzi.”
"Although this man has been wandering around in the world for a while, he became disheartened and lived in seclusion ten years ago. How difficult is it to trace the clues he left behind?! Several groups of people from all over the whole sent to pursue it separately. Finally, we have someone here. Even though I have received the exact information, you are still hesitating here.”
Che Jinfeng said anxiously, "What if his disciples don't know how valuable the treasure is and bury it with Xue Longzi? Then we will be in trouble. Wouldn't it mean that we are forced to dig the grave?"
Chen Shouzheng looked shocked and said suddenly: "Junior brother is right, but I didn't think carefully."
"Don't say that."
Che Jinfeng shook his head quickly and said with a smile, "I'm calling the fool a thousand worries. Will there be a winner?"
To track down a figure who disappeared ten years ago, he, the senior brother, was the one who worked hard and coordinated the overall situation along the way. That kind of thinking was more tiring than the physical exertion. I'm afraid it was too tiring, so I didn't think of it. this point.
"By the way." Chen Shouzheng asked, "Have you ever asked about the character of Xue Longzi's four disciples and what their past deeds are?"
Che Jinfeng said: "His first three apprentices have been away from school for a long time and just came back a few days ago. People around here only know their names. As for the fourth apprentice, he is just a child. I heard that he is well-behaved and polite, and he is very popular. It hurts.”
He gave the names of Guan Luoyang and the other three people and roughly described their appearance.
These messages may seem of little use, but they are actually enough to reveal something.
As a descendant of the Glacier Sect, they have not gained a certain reputation in the world, but they are not dead. This at least shows that their martial arts are definitely not very good.
No, with Xue Longzi's style, he might not even tell his disciples about the origins of the Glacier Sect. It's hard to say how much of the true martial arts skills he taught revealed.
Chen Shouzheng made some inferences and assumptions in his mind out of habit, and then he took out a banknote and said: "Go to the bank and exchange these three hundred taels of silver for new silver ingots that are less than two years old. They must be shiny." Brilliant, buy a few more pieces of white silk and ask someone to decorate the coffin again, and then we'll pay you a visit."
When dealing with people, or if you want to get something from others, showing financial resources is often the most effective way.
Although banknotes represent wealth, they often need some real gold and silver to embellish them to make them appear more substantial.
Che Jinfeng always believed in Chen Shouzheng, so he took the banknote and walked out without asking why.
As he walked, he put the banknotes in his arms, and unexpectedly his hands were empty.
"Haha, it's only three hundred taels at a time. Although the Lushan Sect has declined greatly, it still has some foundation left."
I saw a short man with a surprisingly square and big head, dressed as a wealthy businessman and with a mustache, standing a few steps away. What he was holding in his hand was not Che Jinfeng's banknote.
"Who are you to rob someone on the street?!"
Che Jinfeng glared angrily and asked questions, but instead stepped back.
The man snatched the banknote from his hand and his chest so quickly that he didn't even react. No matter what his internal strength was, this Qinggong technique was already a huge threat.
Che Jinfeng is also an old man, so it is natural to retreat.
Not far behind him, Chen Shouzheng had stood up.
The tea stall owner saw that there seemed to be a dispute here, and skillfully shrank his head and hid behind the stove. However, when he shrank back and raised his eyes slightly, he suddenly saw that the top of the bamboo shed of the tea stall was torn apart.
As the sun shone down, the shady area originally covered by the tea stall suddenly lit up, accompanied by a figure with its head down and its feet up, waving its palms down.
Chen Shouzheng raised his hand to block it, and when his two palms connected, a surging wave of air exploded from his side. Tables, stools, tea bowls shattered and flew away, and his feet collapsed by more than half a foot.
The person who attacked from the air changed his moves, and with the sound of the air being squeezed, one of his palms struck down on Chen Shouzheng's Tianling Cap.
But the knife on Chen Shouzheng's waist had already been unsheathed.
The knife was only two feet six inches long in total, but when it was slashed upwards from his hand, it seemed as if a bright wing that was six feet six inches long suddenly spread out.
The Lushan School's sword technique is "Jinggong Sui", which seems to be a sword as fast as thunder, straight and simple.
But in fact, the moment he drew his sword and slashed, Chen Shouzheng's internal energy shot out from all parts of the sword body. It was composed of multiple sword lights that together formed the wing-like sword.
Such sword skills forced the attacker who landed from the air to avoid the sharp edge for a moment, suddenly jumped up, and spun rapidly towards the street.
The wing-like Dao Gang disappeared in the air, and there were faint wisps of dissipated true energy, like luminous drizzle, mixed with the thatch floating all over the sky on the roof of the shed, and fell down.
Chen Shouzheng's face was as red as blood, and the color slowly faded, and he became as pale as paper. He had obviously suffered internal injuries while resisting the sudden attack of the palm.
"You have practiced the Lushan School's sword skills well. You are worthy of being a great disciple of the Lushan School."
The raider had a dark complexion, a tall stature, long arms and legs, and his sleeves and trouser legs seemed to be slightly shorter than his body. His wrists and ankles were exposed. He had an obvious appearance from the Western Regions, but his mouth spoke elegantly with a Luoyang accent.
He grinned and crossed his arms on his chest, "However, compared to Dongfang Envoy, you are far behind. It is better to surrender directly. The Envoy said that if she can be captured alive, she is ready to meet you."
Chen Shouzheng felt a little redness on his neck again, and said hoarsely: "Are you from Huo Luo Dao? She has actually sat in the position of the Sifang Envoy?"
The wealthy businessman who had taken the banknote before laughed and said: "Although Dongfang Zun Envoy is no longer what he used to be, he is still thinking about the Lushan Sect. Recently, he suddenly mentioned that the people of the Lushan Sect are probably still thinking of ways to harm her, so he sent us people , come and have a look.”
"Suddenly remembered?"
Chen Shouzheng closed his eyes as if he was extremely tired, "It must be a warning from the Tianji Jade Mirror. Unexpectedly, the mirror in her hand is already so miraculous. We haven't found anything at all, but she has already noticed it." .”
The wealthy businessman's face was full of joy. He first put away the banknotes in his hand and said, "Why bother to hide it anymore? Isn't the jade and snow dragon ring you are looking for located in that small Taoist temple?"
"Don't worry, everyone loves treasures. If we put such a treasure in front of us, we will not miss it. The Lushan Sect has been pursuing it for many years and finally brought this dust-laden treasure back to the world. This achievement will not Forgotten.”
Between these two people's words, Chen Shouzheng and the others were already convinced.
that's the truth.
Che Jinfeng drew his sword in his hand and had already guessed the identity of the man from the Western Regions. He could injure his senior brother with a fierce palm strike. He also belonged to the Huo Luo Dao. With such a different appearance, he must be the second Huo Luo Dao. One of the Fourteen Protectors, "Four Elephant Palms" has recovered.
As for the wealthy businessman, although it is difficult to determine his identity for the moment, he must be a first-level protector of the Fire and Luo Tao.
The twenty-four guardians of Huo Luo Dao are all top-notch masters. Even if Chen Shouzheng was not injured, he might only be able to deal with one. As for Che Jinfeng himself...
"You want to use one or two tricks to make your senior brother escape, right?"
This voice said something about Zhong Che Jinfeng's thoughts, which frightened him, and he struck the source of the voice with a knife in his hand.
The bamboo shed on the roof of the tea stall, which was originally six or seven meters square, was shattered by the palm just now. After the thatch fell, the dust was not cleared away.
This level of dust would not have hindered the vision of people in the martial arts world. Standing in this dust, Che Jinfeng could even clearly see every strand of the mustache on the wealthy businessman's face.
But that figure was clearly very close, but it seemed to be a little hazy due to the thick dust. Even if the knife passed by, it was intact, and a palm had already brushed the back of the knife and slapped it.
Che Jinfeng blocked the palm with his left hand and felt a heat in his bones, as if he was not injured.
The hazy figure had been forced away by Chen Shouzheng's sharp sword light like the wind, and it suddenly became clear after it retreated more than ten steps away.
But he is a figure wearing a square scarf and three long beards, who looks like a teacher.
Chen Shouzheng put his left hand on Che Jinfeng's shoulder, and his voice became heavier: "Whistling bone-shrinking big handprint, are you the tireless Yang Jichang?"
Another protector of the Fire and Luo Dao.
"It's Mr. Yang who is tireless in teaching others."
Yang Jichang was quite proud of himself. He twirled his beard and said jokingly, "Your junior brother is so ignorant. Why do you waste all your energy to support him? Hey, is it possible that you really have the intention to see the Eastern Envoy again, but you don't It’s easy to open your mouth, so you just go with the flow, exhaust your inner strength, and then surrender without mercy?”
"Get well, Yang Jichang, and the sun god Zhui Fan is pitiful."
Chen Shouzheng turned his eyes, but also exposed the identity of the wealthy businessman, smiled and sighed, "I didn't expect that in order to deal with our brothers, Huo Luo Tao actually sent three guardians. It seems that I will not escape today. However, I still If he doesn’t die, my junior brother won’t die either!”
He raised his knife and pointed it at the three people, "Let's go together and let me see which one of you is the last one to send me on my way."
Yang Jichang smiled proudly and said: "Why should I be anxious? Since you want to save your junior brother, just wait until your internal strength is exhausted."
"Brother Fan, you are the most meticulous when starting a businessman. Why don't you go to the small Taoist temple first, capture and torture the people inside, and find out the jade and snow dragon rings, so that these two people can see their suffering before they die? Something to pursue.”
Chen Shouzheng's expression remained calm, but his junior brother could already feel a slight tremble of despair on the palm of his hand.
Che Jinfeng was sweating profusely and his eyes were rolling wildly. When he heard this, he felt this tremor, and he just wished he could bite his tongue and kill himself first.
However, the hidden danger of receiving Yang Jichang's palm has been revealed. At this moment, his whole body is stiff, and there is a feeling of being squeezed inward, as if every inch of flesh and blood is tightening, and the bones are about to be squeezed by his own flesh. Got to be sour.
The Whirling Bone Shrinking Hand Seal is a palm technique that is most famous for its viciousness and is found both inside and outside Yumen Pass.
After the palm force enters the body, it will only feel warm at first, and then the muscles and bones will shrink, and the compression will become smaller inch by inch. Even a man as tall as an iron tower will often be three inches shorter and his whole body has shrunk. , he could no longer hold on and died of pain.
If it weren't for Chen Shouzheng's constant infusion of internal energy, Che Jinfeng would have been in agony.
Fan Mianmei had already responded with a smile. He stood on tiptoe and reached the door of the Taoist temple across the street. He raised his hand and pushed towards the old wooden door.
Their previous conversation was not covered up at all, not caring that the people around them might hear it.
Huo Luo Dao has always acted arrogantly, and he is even more arrogant. Originally they had to deal with Chen Shouzheng, and as long as there was one guardian, they had a good chance of winning. Che Jinfeng was not a person in their eyes at all. The reason why the three guardians came together was mainly to be wary of Xue Longzi.
Based on Xue Longzi's best performance in the world ten years ago, no matter how overestimated he was, coupled with Chen Shouzheng, he couldn't make a difference in front of the three Huo Luo protectors.
What's more, Xue Longzi is dead. In such a small Taoist temple, no matter whether the people inside heard or not, resisted or escaped, in Fan Mianwei's eyes, they were all parties that could be slaughtered at will.
The short and fat wealthy businessman stretched out his palm with five fingers like carrots and touched the door.
In the flash of lightning, the look on his face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly. Before the voice came out of his throat, his hand had already increased ten successes from a casual push.
At that moment, his hand turned into a shining light source, and a blinding golden light burst out from his hand.
The two doors didn't even have time to make a broken cry before they were turned into ashes.
Fan's poor hand failed to penetrate the door even half an inch.
Because, his palm force hit another palm that blasted out from the door!
The sharp roar that came out the moment Fan Weiwei pushed the door open finally vibrated, its high-pitched sound piercing stone, irritating dozens of households around him, and their ears suddenly buzzed.
"who!!!"
boom! !
The two palms collided, and the sound of Fan Wei's body retreating was loud, almost as loud as that roar, and large pieces of earth and stone were shoveled away by the traces of his retreat.
Inside the doorframe that had no door, Guan Luoyang's figure only stepped back slightly, then moved forward again, turning into a series of cyan afterimages.
The phantom, which was so fast that it was blurry, only slowed down a little when it caught up with Fan Wei, leaving a relatively clear image.
The first image shows a punch, the second image shows a palm wave, and the third image suddenly contains a knife.
Among the series of smoke-like phantoms, only these three images remained the clearest, which also meant that after Fan Mianmei was repelled, he suffered three more blows and was defeated three times.
The cracked ravines on the street continued three times, and Fan Piao's right arm froze. Finally, he had a chance to throw the weapon for which he was famous - the Sun Cone - from his left sleeve.
It's not quite accurate to say that it was thrown. It was stirred up by his internal power and filled with energy, and then burst out from the left sleeve.
It was a heavy, solid golden light. It should be very fast, with a tearing temperament, but people could clearly see the golden cone spinning and flying towards him.
Hu Lai and Yang Jichang were also aware of this sudden change, and they attacked from the left and right sides in unison.
Guan Luoyang's sword suddenly turned into a green rainbow and shot towards the sun god's cone. His arms parted before he could move, and met the palms of Kang and Yang at the same time.
The two golden and green rays of light collided in the air, and each bounced off in a fierce symphony.
The three people holding hands below also trembled, and each of them stepped back.
Guan Luoyang retreated further and fell directly in front of the Taoist temple, his heels breaking the threshold of the snow-clearing Taoist temple.
Yang Jichang only took two steps back and shouted suspiciously: "Who are you? You can actually hide in this temple in advance and plot against us?"
"I?"
Guan Luoyang fought back the two palm forces at the same time. He actually felt a slight stagnation in his chest, but he only coughed lightly and pointed at Fan Pianmei with a smile, "Of course he is the master who came out to fight the robbers."
Fan Pianmei's face was stunned, and he felt something.
A smooth knife edge was opened diagonally on his right shoulder, and it took so long after the knife was struck that the color of blood appeared.
Snapped.
The right shoulder had fallen to the ground along with the entire arm.
