One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 236: The True Art of the Divine Wandering Cave
Jin Ling followed the servant in the inner courtyard who was obviously better dressed, and she looked at the manor.

Passing through the outer circular corridor, there are bamboos, orchids, rockery, and flowing water under the corridor. There is a small cat running in the bamboo forest. A young girl is chasing the kitten, and a maid is following behind.

"Miss, Xiaohua is here." A maid said in a low voice.

The girl picked up the kitten, stroked its head and back, stood up, and saw a woman being led to her father's dojo. She curled her lips and immediately thought that this might be another new love of her father's. She seemed to be very good from the back, but she felt in her heart that these female practitioners had no self-respect at all. They had already embarked on the path of cultivation, but they had no shame.

Jin Ling continued forward and turned a corner. She saw a nanny holding a child and feeding him in a side room. Next to her was a younger woman sitting there, drinking soup.

There were also servants carrying various food plates, walking around the manor.

An atmosphere of peace, harmony and happiness fills the air.

It actually made Jin Ling a little shaken at that moment.

She felt like an evil person who came to destroy this peace and stability.

In the future, if the He family knew the truth, they would definitely say that one day, a very beautiful female villain broke into the family and killed the head of the family, causing the He family to fall apart.

He continued walking forward and saw a young man practicing the art of controlling the law with an old man.

He stood under the eaves. About three feet outside the eaves, in the autumn rain and night wind, there was a round archery target standing there, and next to him there was a servant holding a basin of bamboo leaves.

The young man picked up pieces of bamboo leaves and threw them out. The green bamboo leaves flew out like green darts.

The bamboo leaves shrouded in mysterious light broke through the wind and rain and pierced the target, leaving no marks on it, but the accuracy was still good, hitting the center of the disc again and again.

Jin Ling was led to walk through the circular corridor nearby, and just opposite the other party, the young man also saw Jin Ling.

But a look of disgust immediately appeared in the other person's eyes.

Jin Ling clearly felt the malicious intent. He saw the other party wave his hand and a green light flew out of his hand. In the autumn rainy night, a line of light pierced through the void and went directly towards Jin Ling who was walking in the opposite corridor.

The bamboo leaves shot towards Jin Ling's face like green arrows. It was obvious that he wanted to destroy Jin Ling's appearance with these bamboo leaves.

However, when the bamboo leaf was about to shoot into the circular corridor, Jin Ling raised his hand, and the wind and rain outside the corridor quickly gathered. The drizzle was like transparent flying insects, stirring up a gust of wind to block the green "arrow".

She did not reveal the magical power of a foundation-building cultivator, but it still surprised the other party.

When Jin Ling blocked the green light of the bamboo leaves, she felt a cultivator stepping out from the shadow under the eaves where the young man was.

The monk was tall, dressed in dark golden clothes, had thick hair and beard, and stared at Jin Ling with a pair of eyes.

This is a foundation-building monk. He stands there with his hands behind his back, like a mountain.

From the style of the clothes he was wearing, one could tell that his martial arts must be biased towards close combat. Some people were not good at magic, because practicing magic required a lot of tricks, and some were not born good at it, and they were only good at concentrating their magic power on one point and hiding it in their hands and feet.

Where the hands go, the magic goes; where the feet go, the magic goes. Such a person is equally terrifying. The profound thing is that the magic is hidden in his fists and feet, which can also collapse mountains and split the sky.

Jin Ling's eyes focused and she saw the person hiding his aura in the darkness. She knew in her heart that there must be more than one foundation-building cultivator in the He family.

Now, with this one, plus He Tianhua, there are two of them. As for whether there will be more, Jin Ling doesn’t know.

She hoped not, and that He Tianhua had two capable subordinates who were burned to death in the fire.

"He Zhong, don't bring anyone into the back house." The young man said coldly.

"Yes, young master, but this is the master's order." The servant who took Jin Ling to the back house replied quickly.

"What are you taking him for?" the young man asked again.

"Master, I don't know." He Zhong replied.

At this time, Jin Ling said, "How could the people of the He Mansion be so rude? I came here to sell incense, not as a servant of the He Mansion. The He Mansion is also the largest family in Huaihe County. Is this how you treat guests?"

After hearing Jin Ling's words, the young man knew that he had misunderstood, but he was unwilling to apologize. He could only snort coldly, turn around and leave, and no longer practice the imperial technique.

After the young man left, He Zhong lowered his head and said, "Manager Jin, the master is still waiting for us, let's hurry up."

Of course Jin Ling would not leave in anger, so she had to pretend to be unhappy and followed behind silently.

They walked all the way to the back house without encountering any accidents, and no young master or young lady suddenly came out to stop them or question them.

When Jin Ling felt the aura in the backyard, his mind was rapidly calculating.

Because she felt the gloomy, cold and damp air in the house, and there was an evil spirit in the cold and damp.

She was sure that He Tianhua must have kept some little ghost here. Judging from its aura, it might have become an evil ghost or a big ghost.

She felt that she could not enter the other party's dojo, and it would be best to kill him with acupuncture as soon as they met, and not give him so many opportunities to speak.

She looked around as if she was curious, but in fact she was observing whether there were any other foundation-building monks in the rooms on either side, but she didn't feel any.

She followed He Zhong all the way to the gloomy house, but she did not see He Tianhua.

There was a light on in the house and the door was open, but no one was seen.

Jin Ling frowned slightly, and while he was thinking, he had already arrived at the door.

When He Zhong stopped, Jin Ling naturally stopped as well.

But He Tianhua's voice came from inside: "He Zhong, go back."

"Yes, sir." He Zhong retreated step by step. After retreating three steps in a row, he turned and left.

In the room, as the voice sounded, Jin Ling saw a person sitting at the table with a lamp, pouring tea.

And just now, the table could be seen from outside, but there was no one there. There was no one near the lamp, but now someone appeared from the distance.

He Tianhua is indeed good at illusion.

He is an experienced foundation-building cultivator with many years of experience and is also proficient in his own magical powers.

Jin Ling acknowledged the other party's strengths.

"Manager Jin, please come in and have a cup of tea." He Tianhua said lightly.

Jin Ling was silent for a moment, then walked into the house.

She was also confident. Although she had decided not to enter the other party's dojo before, the situation was different now. It was not what she thought, because she found that she needed to first make sure that the person in front of her was not an illusion.

When she stood outside the door, looking at the lamp, she always had a feeling that the other party was an illusion. If she hit it with all her strength, but it turned out to be an illusion, she would be ridiculed.

She walked over and suppressed the urge to kill the other person, because she knew that in someone else's dojo, any murderous thought could be sensed by the other party.

She felt a chill engulfing her instantly. "Manager Jin, you look worried." He Tianhua said with a smile, and placed a cup of tea opposite and motioned Jin Ling to sit there.

Jin Ling sat down slowly and said, "I heard that Patriarch He's magic is the best in Huaihe. Seeing it today, it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

"Haha, it's just an empty title. Being the first in Huaihe River is nothing." He Tianhua said. He looked at the elegant female cultivator in front of him, and felt itchy in his heart. He said, "Manager Jin makes incense every day, it's really hard work."

"It's okay. How can life in this world not be hard?" Jin Ling said.

"That's well said. However, if someone is willing to protect another person from the wind and rain, it will at least be a little easier." He Tianhua said with a burning gaze.

"I wonder what Master He means." Jin Ling asked with a puzzled look, a bit of innocence, and a bit of graceful eyes.

In He Tianhua's eyes, the golden spirit's eyes naturally carried a bit of arrogance, while the flowing charm in her eyes also had a naturally revealed charm. He didn't know whether it was intentional or just the way it was.

But he wanted this woman, and he liked the look on her face.

"Of course, follow someone who can protect you. In this Huaihe River, if I say one thing, no one can say another." He Tianhua said.

"Really? But I don't believe it!" Jin Ling said this, turning the cup in her left hand and saying, "I don't even know if the person sitting in front of me is a real person."

He Tianhua smiled and said, "Of course it's real. If you don't believe me, just touch it."

He said this and stretched out his hand to the middle of the table.

But Jin Ling seemed curious, and seemed to be trying to seduce him. She stretched out her slender fingers and slowly touched the other person's hand. Her eyes were fixed on He Tianhua, and He Tianhua was also looking at her.

Jin Ling's fingers did not touch his fingers, but touched his palm. This feeling was a bit seductive.

He Tianhua laughed, grabbed Jin Ling's jade finger and pulled her towards him. Jin Ling was sitting opposite, and she fell on the table and knocked over the teacup on the table.

"Ha ha……"

He Tianhua laughed out loud, but a silver light flew out from Jin Ling's right hand and pierced towards He Tianhua's forehead.

He Tianhua instantly felt the murderous intent.

His face suddenly changed.

This flash of silver light was extremely fast, but inside was He Tianhua's dojo, and an inky water vortex quickly formed in front of him.

The silver needle pierced into it instantly and was actually fixed.

"How dare you." He Tianhua's voice contained both shock and anger.

But Jin Ling did not hesitate at all. He swung his hand and a black divine light flew out, sweeping across the ink-like vortex. The vortex disappeared instantly, and the silver needle that was fixed in it was freed from its restraints. It did not need to return to Jin Ling's hand anymore, and it continued to pierce towards He Tianhua's eyebrow.

At this time, He Tianhua had already stood up and flew backwards. The silver needle was moving at an extremely fast speed. A ball of water quickly condensed in front of him and wrapped the silver needle.

Jin Ling couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Fighting in someone else's dojo would be a disadvantage, because the opponent's spellcasting speed was too fast and could actually block her protective needles. If it was somewhere else, she was sure that the opponent's spell could not be formed so quickly.

At this moment, the entire dojo was boiling, just like boiling water. Bubbles appeared from the ground out of thin air. In each bubble, a He Tianhua appeared, and each He Tianhua glared at him.

At this moment, countless black hair suddenly hung down from the beams.

Jin Ling knew that it was the other party's little ghost that appeared.

"You dare to come here to kill me, haha, I will let you taste the feeling of a stick later." He Tianhua laughed loudly, and his figure had disappeared in the bubbles.

Jin Ling said nothing, but reached into his sleeve and a small khaki flag appeared. He threw it onto the ground in front of him. The yellow flag fell to the ground, and when it touched the ground, it swelled up and instantly turned into a big flag. A yellow light rose from the flag.

There was yellow soil flying in the yellow light, and bits of it fell into the bubbles, which suddenly became turbid.

Then it shattered quickly.

The yellow light also blocked the hanging black hair, preventing it from falling on Jin Ling's head for a while.

Then, Jin Ling took out a green incense stick, rubbed the top of the incense with her hand, and the incense was lit. She waved her hand, and the incense fell on a beam in the distance. After the black hair smelled the fragrance, it quickly shrank and entangled towards the incense.

At this time, the look in Jin Ling's eyes changed again, becoming extremely sharp. It was not that she did not have the magic to break the illusion, but if she looked into the house with this look from a distance, it would definitely alarm the other party, so she used touch to sense whether the other party was a real person.

Her gaze was like needles, the 'sharp golden eyes'.

When his eyes swept across the void, he saw He Tianhua huddled in a corner, with his little ghost above his head greedily eating the soul-luring incense.

There was doubt in his eyes.

Jin Ling's face was cold and there was no trace of the previous flowing charm in her eyes.

With a wave of his hand, specks of silver light flew out.

This time, she controlled not one Taiyi Silver Needle, but eighteen.

The eighteen silver-beard needles fly forward and backward, some fly straight, and some fly diagonally to form the curve of sheep horns.

The silver needle pierced He Tianhua's body, but his body suddenly became blurred like a reflection.

Not only did he use the 'reflection in the water' as an illusion, he also turned it into an escape technique. From the perspective of practicing magic, He Tianhua can definitely be considered a person of superior talent.

At this moment, Jin Ling suddenly closed his eyes, and the flying silver light suddenly flew back to Jin Ling's palm.

At this moment, a phantom appeared on Jin Ling's body, and the phantom was shining with water. She flew up with a silver needle in her hand, and took a step in a mysterious way, as if she had traveled through the void. A silver light flashed, and she appeared in a corner, followed by a scream.

In another corner, a spot of bright red appeared between He Tianhua's eyebrows and blood was flowing out, while the charm in his eyes quickly dimmed.

The shadow took two steps and returned to Jin Ling's body, then took another step and fell back into her body.

Then Jin Ling opened her eyes and she felt extremely tired.

This magic skill was learned from Tiandu Mountain and is called the Divine Wandering Cave Technique.

She wanted to plunder this place, but when she thought about the fact that there was still a foundation-building cultivator in the He Mansion and she herself was quite weak now, she did not dare to stay.

She quickly left the temple, climbed up to the roof, and saw that the area two alleys away from the He Mansion was dark. She felt a strong fluctuation of magic power there, and even felt like someone had set up a formation.

She was suspicious, but she was so exhausted that she didn't dare to get close.

But when I thought of Zhao Fuyun, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

She had a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)