In the war ten years ago, there were a total of five grandmasters participating in the righteous path.
Donghai Yin had no cup and unfortunately died first. At the last moment, the four masters of Taoism, Buddhism, Su and Cui attacked the main altar of the Demon Sect together. Cui Lingfang was killed by the leader of the Demon Sect on the spot, and Su Xing and Monk Nashi were also severely injured. Near death.
Only Master Yu Tu fought fiercely for half a day before he used the Wuwei Divine Sword to penetrate the heart of the Demon Cult leader and kill him.
Although Master Yu Tu was seriously injured and could not return, and after returning to the mountain, he fell seriously ill and lost all his powers, but for ten years, he was still the most famous person among the righteous people in the world of the Tang Dynasty.
All the guests present gathered in. Lu Pingdong quickly helped the old man off Xu Boyuan's back and took his pulse and auscultated it. He felt that the old man's pulse was weak and his breath was dying. He hurriedly said: "Whose internal strength is the most peaceful and soft, without cold or heat? Come and rub Master Yu Tu’s back and protect his heart!”
Everyone looked around, and a wealthy businessman with a broad heart and a fat body, wearing a copper-colored satin gown and a soft-legged kimono on his head, stood out and said, "I'm coming."
This man is Qian Wanliang, the head of the richest family in Sichuan and Hunan. He is arrogant and spends a lot of money. He is very good at hidden weapons. He is the most kind-hearted person in his life. It is said that Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, created the qi-preserving skill after practicing it for 20 to 30 years. Hands-on experience.
When everyone saw it was him, they had no objection. .
Jiang Jiusi asked from the side: "Priest Huxian, what is going on? What happened on Laojun Mountain?!"
Everyone looked at Xu Boyuan together.
Even though Yu Tu Zhenren's own martial arts skills are completely useless, there are many first-class masters among his disciples and disciples. His direct disciple Tianfang Zhenren has already stepped into the realm of master nine years ago and took over the position of head teacher.
Lao Zhenren always lives on Laojun Mountain, which is as safe as the palace. He really couldn't figure out what kind of thing could make him so embarrassed that he had to be carried on his back and fled to the Sword Forging Villa.
Xu Boyuan was focused on by everyone, his hands were shaking a little, and he took out something from his arms.
It was a rather thick black disc, slightly larger than an adult's palm, but there was a pentagonal depression in the middle of the disc, somewhat like a base for placing a seal.
"On the mountain..."
Everyone was about to listen carefully, but they saw Xu Boyuan's face suddenly turned pale, his whole body went limp, and he collapsed.
His eyes were closed tightly, his body seemed to be twitching, and the skin on the back of his hands became extremely pale. He was holding on to the base of the disc, and blue veins were protruding.
Jiang Jiusi held his back with her left hand, pressed his chest with her right palm, and very carefully brought up a trace of deep Qi, which was deep in the still water, and penetrated into Xu Boyuan's meridians. His face suddenly turned ugly.
"Priest Huxian's meridians were in a mess, and he was seriously injured. He must have run nearly a hundred miles after being seriously injured, and traveled over mountains and ridges to Zhujian Villa. His foundation was severely damaged, and his Dantian was almost dry..."
No wonder he couldn't even wait for the small amount of time informed by the disciples of the villa, so he forced his way into the villa.
I'm afraid that at that time, he only had a little bit of vitality squeezed out from nowhere, and he was hanging on to his consciousness, fearing that he would faint and die outside the village with Master Yu Tu in the next moment.
Now that Master Yu Tu was finally sent to a safer place, Xu Boyuan's energy suddenly collapsed.
With such serious wear and tear, it would be normal for Xu Boyuan to sleep for several days and nights. Jiang Jiusi didn't know how to wake him up.
The movement here has alarmed Wu Pingqiang.
After all, he was a famous swordsmith, and he had an extraordinary eye for forging. As soon as he got closer, he recognized the origin of the disc base in Xu Boyuan's hand, and said solemnly: "That is... the base of the five-color seal. "
Lu Pingdong looked sideways and said in disbelief: "Seriously?"
"Brother Wu, you read that right."
The speaker is Mo Jing, an older generation master from Guandong. He has a ravaged face and an appearance like an ancient pine. He also has profound attainments in casting. He said, "I heard that the five-color seal is made of a piece of natural colored stone from the Wuyi Mountains. Yes, the colored stone has a shell and is deep and black. No matter how smooth it is polished, it will not reflect light."
"This base is made of stone shell."
Yuan Bai Gong, the leader of the faction next to him, said: "Could it be that there was some traitorous civil strife on Laojun Mountain? After all, it is impossible for a foreign enemy to capture Laojun Mountain in one fell swoop, so that the Taoist Priest had to carry Master Yu Tu on his back to escape, right? "
He laughed twice, but no one responded.
The Wuwei Divine Sword killed the leader of the Demon Cult in a battle in the southwest, and fell from the top of a cliff into the abyss of a thousand feet. The sinkholes and caves in the southwest have water veins extending in all directions, crisscrossing the mountains. After the Wuwei Divine Sword fell into the water, it could no longer be seen. Could not be recovered.
When Master Tianfang took over as the master, the only magic weapon left in Laojun Mountain was the five-color seal. After he became a master, he dissolved this magic weapon into his body.
Now that the base of the five-color seal has appeared here, the ominous premonition in everyone's hearts has become even more intense.
Someone couldn't help but urge Lu Pingdong: "Mr. Lu Er, quickly think of a way to wake up one of them so that we can know the reason."
Lu Pingdong glanced at the man with some annoyance and said: "Zhenren Yu Tu has long since lost his energy, and now he is even more mentally exhausted. It is not so easy to cure. In addition to relying on nourishing qigong to maintain rest, any acupuncture pill No medicine can be used on him. If something happens to him, will you be responsible?!"
The man who urged him was not afraid of him. He took a step forward and emerged from the crowd. His face was purple and he had a thick beard. He was Ghost Dragon Jiao Gai who also came from Chang'an. He said, "I heard that the children of the Lu family, They have been making great progress recently, thanks to the precious medicine developed by the Lu family. Lu Guan also wants to donate a box to the palace, but it has not yet been approved by the Imperial Medical Office."
"You acted so arrogantly when you came to Zhujian Villa, you must be relying on this precious medicine. Isn't Master Yu Tu worthy of your Lu family sending such a pill?"
Lu Pingdong just sneered and said the same thing: "If anything happens to Master Yu Tu, will you take the responsibility?"
Jiao Gai lost his momentum, and a few words lingered in his mouth, but he finally did not dare to answer.
Lu Pingdong changed his usual aggressive style and did not chase Jiao Gai fiercely. Instead, he turned his eyes and landed on Wu Pingqiang.
"Lu did bring an elixir, but it was already used as a deposit and paid to Brother Wu. Master Yu Tu shouldn't try it lightly, but Taoist Master Huxian may be able to withstand the power of the medicine. It depends on whether Brother Wu is willing to give up. .”
Wu Weiyang secretly cursed shamelessly when he heard it. He had never thought about who Xu Boyuan was before, so he took action rashly, almost causing trouble. He felt that he was wrong, and kept silent at the side.
But Lu Pingdong's words were really sinister. In this situation, he still didn't forget to think about the Wu family's magical weapon. If Wu Pingqiang took out the elixir and used it, it would be like confirming their deal. There can no longer be any objection to the ownership of the divine weapons.
Wu Weiyang wanted to open her mouth and return the elixir to the Lu family.
Jiang Jiusi suddenly said: "The more rare the elixir is, the more pure its potency is. In the current situation of Taoist Master Huxian, he cannot digest it at all. It is useless to swallow gold if he is asked to take the medicine!"
"Let me try."
Anfeiyu thought of a way and came forward with the bamboo tube, brought it to Xu Boyuan's mouth, and tapped the bamboo tube lightly with his little finger.
Activation contract, life-saving nematode.
The tea brewed from the Emerald Resurrection Beads poured into Xu Boyuan's mouth on its own. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that countless tiny nematodes formed this stream of water.
After entering the throat, the amphibian loses its activation power inch by inch, and the worms are reduced to tea full of vitality, which is moistened down.
Lu Pingdong came over and grabbed one of Xu Boyuan's wrists, frowned and said, "It's of some use, but with this alone, I still won't be able to wake him up in a short time."
He added intentionally or unintentionally, "If we use this as the basis, it can just digest the elixir."
Wu Weiyang was not the only one who was despised by everyone around him.
After all, he is from a wealthy family and a famous master, but he can act like this.
Wu Pingqiang said firmly: "Mr. Lu Er's elixir is really precious. I borrowed the elixir to save someone today, and I will definitely repay him with a secret book recording his lifelong casting skills."
This was a direct rejection of the previous transaction intention, and indeed no one dared to say that the offer of thanks was unfair.
As soon as he finished speaking, without looking at Lu Er's face, he took out the Moonlight Elixir, bent down and put it into Xu Boyuan's mouth.
Amphibian temporarily put down the bamboo tube so that the elixir could enter his mouth.
But he didn't expect that as soon as the elixir slipped into Xu Boyuan's throat, it aroused a surge of negative energy in his heart and lungs, and the elixir was sprayed out mixed with some feathered tea.
Amphibian hid in time and looked again, the pill had been smashed into a puddle of mud on the ground and was dissolving in the tea room.
Something like this happened again at the critical moment, and everyone looked unhappy.
"Being still is worse than moving. No matter what happens on Laojun Mountain, we can't think of any solution just by being in a stalemate here."
Guan Luoyang watched and pondered until now, and then he made a bold choice that had been ignored before, "Why don't I go directly to Laojun Mountain to inquire about it."
It's not that no one has thought of this approach, but the situation in Laojun Mountain is unknown, and no one dares to easily propose to investigate on their own.
When he said this, some people lost their dignity. Jiao Gai was the first to respond: "Everyone here is famous and righteous heroes. How can there be any reason for you to go into danger alone? I will go with you. .”
Jiang Jiusi, Chen Shouzheng and others also said: "Brother Guan..."
"No need to say more, you are not as fast as me."
The green air around Guan Luoyang floated, and the entire figure disappeared in shock.
"You can get ready first and I'll be right back."
Everyone with better ears had shocked expressions on their faces.
They could hear that by the end of this sentence, it had already come back from two miles away.
Although this light skill is impressive, what is even more surprising is the long-lasting strength and deep foundation that can be transmitted leisurely at extremely fast speeds.
Jiang Jiusi was about to step out and stopped again. This speed was okay at a short distance, and it was not difficult for him to do it. But from here to Laojun Mountain, running over the mountains and ridges, if he kept running at this speed, he I really can’t catch up.
This is not only a matter of internal strength, the physical strength must also be unusually strong.
Zhujian Villa covers an area of 100 acres and is vast and majestic, but Guan Luoyang had already swept out of the Villa as soon as he raised his foot.
As soon as the hazy phantom fell, he stepped on a piece of bluestone in the grass and continued to increase his speed until it reached the maximum limit.
In the Zhoutian Dojo, the weakened gravity, coupled with the faint heat floating in Qinggong, made him feel like he was flying at low altitude, brushing against the tops of the treetops.
The surrounding scenery was stretched into a hazy ribbon under the night sky, sliding backwards rapidly, and the streams, rivers, carriages driving in the middle of the night, and hotels in the countryside below were all surpassed.
Not long after, the vast wilderness appeared in front of us, with a loess road running across the middle, and weeds as tall as a person on both sides. When the night wind blew, green waves spread to the end of the sight.
Many silent peaks rise there, with promenades with tiled eaves, climbing from the foot of the mountain to the main peak.
Between several adjacent peaks, the palaces and pavilions stretching from the mountainside to the highest point are attached to the ancient and lush mountains, transcending the misty clouds and mists.
There are a few extremely sparse lights scattered among them, hidden between the portals of the palace, hidden above the thin clouds and mist.
This is the remaining branch of the Qinling Mountains and the main peak of the 800-mile Funiu Mountain. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty ordered Yuchi Jingde to personally supervise the construction of palaces and temples here, and named it "Laojun Mountain" as a Taoist holy land.
Everything here looks quiet, solemn, solemn and beautiful, with almost no trace of battle or destruction.
The peaceful and peaceful scene seemed to have no way to be associated with the seriously injured Taoist Master Huxian and the old man who was sleepy and with disheveled white hair.
Guan Luoyang slowed down at the foot of the mountain and did not take it lightly. He calmed down the wind around him more cautiously. The style of Qianhuan Baoyi changed slightly, changing the wide sleeves into narrow sleeves.
He was like a silent and weightless ghost, sneaking away from the outside of the climbing corridor. His figure flickered in the forest, and everything on the corridor could be observed.
When we were almost halfway up the mountain, figures on duty appeared in the corridor. The Taoist robes they wore were a gradient color from cloud white to azure. The hem was snow-white. The higher you went up, the richer the touch of indigo, reaching to the shoulders. The location is already as dark green as ink.
This is the unique Taoist robe of Laojun Mountain. Starting from this place, about every twenty steps, there are two such disciples guarding them. Their postures are as tall as pine trees and their temperament is extraordinary.
But after Guan Luoyang looked at several groups of disciples on duty, he discovered something strange.
The practice of internal strength in this world is closely related to breathing when you first get started. Later, the depth of internal strength can be roughly expressed from breathing.
According to Han Wengong, the breathing of warriors who have been refined for more than three years in the army is like a gentle breeze, and the sound is soft and faint. The time of each breath is at least equivalent to the thirty breaths of an ordinary person. That's almost ninety seconds.
As for the authentic internal strength of Taoism and Buddhism, it should be more peaceful and mellow without the murderous spirit in the army.
But when Guan Luoyang listened carefully now, the sound of those people's breathing was very obvious, slightly rapid, and murmurous, accompanied by subtle twitching of the muscles on the wings of the nose and eyes.
Sure enough, although their postures were completely normal, with their arms hanging loosely and their waists not skewed at all, there was nothing abnormal about their appearance.
But in this state of ignorance, all of them had their acupoints tapped!
Looking at them, they are like green pine trees, with tall and graceful postures and slender figures, but what they hear in their ears seems to be like little fat pigs sleeping sleepily one after another from bottom to top.
