Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

"Don't dare to take it, don't take it!"

The little flag shook his head hurriedly, as if the silver was something dangerous. He didn't even dare to look at it and left in a hurry.

"It seems that our Lord Song is very capable in controlling his subordinates!" Hua Manlou sighed.

"How could he not be amazing!" Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "We've been in the martial arts world for so many years, what kind of people have we not seen? But he used both soft and hard tactics to get us into the Xuanyiwei system.

I didn't feel anything just now, but the more I think about it, the more I feel that this Mr. Song is really quite cunning. I fell into his trap without even realizing it."

Hua Manlou walked into the yard and said helplessly, "If nothing unexpected happened, he must have killed the son of the Jiangcheng County Magistrate. But he killed the son and left me behind. I guess he was just fishing.

They might have been fishing for someone in the government, but they ended up catching us two first."

"Maybe this is fate!" Lu Xiaofeng casually grabbed a piece of dogtail grass outside the yard and put it in his mouth, "He was fishing, and it's our fault that we bumped into him.

Although I feel somewhat uncomfortable, if it only takes three years for you to regain your sight, I can still make this deal.

My only concern is that if this person refuses to fulfill his promise later, I really can’t do anything about it.”

"No need!"

Hua Manlou shook his head and said, "At the age of twenty, he has already condensed the Flower of Essence and the Flower of Qi. As long as this peerless genius survives, he will definitely become the second martial arts master in Mingzhou.

Such a person, with a firm belief and a strong heart, would easily break his promise for a small pill?"

"That's true." Lu Xiaofeng nodded. "After all, he's going to be a martial arts master in the future, so he definitely cares about his reputation. In our eyes, Xiao Huan Dan is a sacred medicine, so he probably has plenty of it.

You can't even lose your dignity for something you don't lack, right?"

As he spoke, he stretched and stood under the willow tree in the yard. He looked around and after making sure no one was watching, he whispered, "Brother Hua, tell me the truth, who is more terrifying, the friend we recently met named Ximen Chuxue or Song Xuan?"

Hua Manlou pondered for a moment and said, "Ximen Chuxue is a serious man who loves swordsmanship like his life. He takes lives in a split second and regards killing as an art. To him, the way of the sword is his life.

The last time we met, his ruthless swordsmanship had advanced even further. If we were to talk about the power of his sword energy alone, Song Xuan and he should be on par with each other."

"In other words, you think the two are about the same strength?"

"No!"

Hua Manlou shook his head, "I think Song Xuan is more powerful!"

"Although I can't see, my other senses are more acute. Ximen Chuxue is very strong, but I can feel his strength. I can instinctively sense danger.

But the feeling Song Xuan gave me was like a floating cloud in the sky, or a quiet spring in the mountains. I had no idea how strong he was.

The sword energy he used to strike you earlier had already fused his true energy and spiritual will into one, making it terrifyingly powerful. But even so, I still have a feeling that it was far from his true strength."

Lu Xiaofeng frowned, "Your feeling is always right. You said he hid his strength, so this person is probably hiding his true strength.

The Imperial Capital's Xuanyiwei family, with just one genius, is able to crush the vast majority of the masters in the Mingzhou martial arts world. It's truly unimaginable how strong their foundation is."

Hua Manlou chuckled, "If not, how could the Great Zhou court control such a vast territory?

But even with the existence of a terrifying organization like the Black Guard, the Great Zhou's territory is too vast to be fully controlled. Over the past three hundred years, many factions have already become alienated from the imperial court."

Lu Xiaofeng wasn't particularly interested in the relationship between the imperial court and the various states. He pushed open the door and said, "I don't want to worry about the affairs of the imperial court. First, do your job well under Song Xuan. Curing your eyes is the most urgent matter right now!"

Chapter 82: Invincible in the East

At night, the cold moonlight shines on a courtyard.

Song Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice meditation.

This was a habit Song Xuan had developed over the past twenty years. He would use any free time he had to practice. The Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu was extremely time-consuming before one's martial arts spirit was fully developed.

Fortunately, the level of this skill is high enough. After meditating and practicing for a night, the mental state is better than sleeping. Therefore, Song Xuan also developed the habit of meditating and practicing instead of sleeping.

Unless there are special circumstances, Song Xuan does not sleep most of the time at night.

The path of martial arts is like rowing against the current, if you don’t move forward, you will move backward.

If you want to go further on the road of martial arts, you need not only talent and opportunity, but also perseverance. All three are indispensable.

Well, except for people like Victoria Song who are chased by God and fed by God.

Even if the girl lacks perseverance, Song Xuan never doubts her future achievements.

Pure Yang Qi continuously flows through the meridians and acupoints like flowing water. With each cycle, the total amount of Qi will increase by one point, and the degree of condensation will also increase.

In addition, as the true qi continued to flow and temper his flesh, blood, and bones, Song Xuan could clearly feel the strength of his body slowly increasing. The feeling of his qi and blood being full and surging, as if he possessed the power of a dragon and an elephant, made him very intoxicated.

Since he was promoted to the Innate Realm, every time Song Xuan practiced, an image of the Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram would appear in his mind. After visualizing the Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram for a night, his mental strength would be significantly improved.

This is the benefit of the celestial-level martial arts. With just one martial art, one can fully cultivate one's true energy, physical body, and spirit. Especially after advancing to the innate realm, this overall improvement in strength becomes more and more obvious.

……

"The Way of Heaven is to reduce the excess and replenish the deficiency. Therefore, the void overcomes the full, and the deficiency overcomes the excess."

After practicing for thirty-six cycles, Song Xuan opened his eyes, exhaled lightly, and silently recited the opening sentence of the exercise.

The more he practiced, the more he felt that the Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Skill was profound and extensive. Song Xuan had a feeling that this skill seemed to be a martial arts skill, but in essence, it was just laying the foundation for martial arts, and it would most likely go beyond the scope of martial arts in the future.

Song Xuan was immersed in his cultivation, and at this moment, outside the yard, a dark figure floated in as light as a feather in the night.

This person's lightness skills were extremely good. Without making any sound, he floated to the outside of the room where Song Xuan lived and poked a small hole in the screen window.

Then, he held his breath and listened attentively outside the door for a moment. When he felt that the people in the house did not notice anything, he took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve and prepared to blow air into the small hole.

Wisps of green smoke poured out of the bamboo tube, but just as the smoke came out, the man felt a gust of wind blowing in his face.

then,

Squeak~~

As the sound of the door opening was heard, Song Xuan, dressed in a white robe, stood at the door, looking at the man in black who was standing there in a daze with surprise in his eyes.

"You're not sleeping so late at night. Don't you have to go to work tomorrow?"

The man in black didn't say anything. He tapped the ground with his toes and retreated several feet like a ghost. There was a pill in his hand, which he stuffed into his mouth.

When the wind blew the smoke into the room just now, some of it was inhaled into his lungs, which made his movements stiff and slow.

"Ah!"

A sneer exploded in the black-clothed man's ear like thunder. He was horrified and saw a chopstick shooting out from the window like a stream of light. With a "puff", it pierced his chest.

The man in black groaned, ignored the pain, jumped up and landed directly on the courtyard wall.

Just as he was about to jump off the wall and escape, he felt his body sink, and a slender and powerful hand landed on his head.

"Believe it or not, if you move again, your head will move!"

A cold voice sounded, and the man in black trembled all over, but he didn't dare to move. He stood there motionless, his body still maintaining the posture of preparing to jump.

Song Xuan casually pulled out the chopsticks from the other person's chest, and a stream of blood gushed out. The man's face was distorted with pain.

"Oh, sorry!"

Song Xuan spoke calmly, and before the man could make a sound of pain, he thrust the chopsticks in his hand back in with a "pop".

"what!!"

This time, the man in black could no longer bear it and screamed in pain.

His shout made quite a loud noise, and in the darkness of the night, several figures rushed towards the yard where Song Xuan was. The first to arrive were Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou.

"My Lord, what happened?"

Song Xuan pulled off the black veil on the black-clothed man's face and threw it to the ground. He smiled faintly and said, "This man is planning to use poisonous smoke to assassinate me. You have been in the martial arts world for many years. Do you recognize this man?"

Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward and looked at him for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't have much impression. Judging from his appearance, he's probably a killer trained by someone else.

"My Lord, have you offended anyone recently?"

"Shouldn't there be one?" Song Xuan pondered. "Some time ago, the arm of Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Songshan Sect, was cut off. Do you think it's possible that he sent an assassin?"

"It's hard to say."

When Lu Xiaofeng was about to say something else, a silver light suddenly appeared in the night, like a thin silver thread, densely packed through the air.

"Humph!"

Song Xuan snorted coldly, and the long sword at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath. The sword light was initially like a point of red light, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a long red dragon.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

There was a trembling sound of metal colliding, and then the sword light like a long red dragon twisted in the air, and silver needles shot out in all directions.

After breaking the oncoming torrent of silver needles with one sword, Song Xuan stood on the courtyard wall with the sword in one hand, observing his surroundings indifferently.

Each of those silver needles was attached with a strong spiral of true energy, which was extremely powerful and carried a terrifying tearing force. If an ordinary innate warrior was suddenly attacked like this, he would probably be seriously injured.

It was obvious that the person who was hiding in the dark and attacking was a highly powerful innate warrior, and was proficient in the art of long-range hidden weapon control.

And in the Mingzhou martial arts world, the only master with this level of cultivation and who is good at using silver needles to attack enemies is probably the leader of the Sun and Moon Sect, Dongfang Bubai!

Song Xuan's mental power was extremely concentrated, sensing everything around him. He leaped up and turned into several afterimages in the air, flashing towards the dark corners around him.

A moment later, his figure landed on the courtyard wall again. Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou stood on both sides, looking around vigilantly.

"Sir, have you found anything?"

Song Xuan shook his head. "The opponent fled far away after missing his attack. He is an expert in Qinggong and martial arts, and is also proficient in assassination. You should be more careful!"

As he spoke, he frowned and rubbed his chin.

It seems that he has never offended Dongfang Bubai, right?

Why did this guy come to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas to carry out assassinations instead of embroidering in Heimu Cliff?

Chapter 83 You’d better not have any other ideas!

Looking up at the moonlight, Song Xuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The world of martial arts is indeed dangerous. Even if you don't provoke others, you might get shot for no reason.

Song Xuan estimated that Dongfang Bubai's strength was about the same as Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou. If they faced each other head-on, he would probably be able to kill him in three moves at most.

But although the opponent's martial arts skills were not as good as his, he relied on the lethal power of his silver needle hidden weapon to withstand his sword and then escaped easily.

I have to say that those who can make a name for themselves in the underworld are indeed not easy to deal with. Who doesn’t have some hidden skills?

Those arrogant and conceited people may capsize in the ditch and die at the hands of unknown people if they are not careful.

Just like tonight, first there was poisonous smoke, and then there were hidden weapons. If it were an ordinary innate master, as long as his martial arts skills had not reached the pinnacle to the level of ignoring poisons, he might really be defeated by the opponent!

"Brother, what happened?"

Song Qian's figure floated out from a small courtyard and frowned as she glanced at the man in black on the ground.

"It's nothing, just a few rogues came. Don't worry, go back to seclusion, I will take care of the things outside!"

"understood!"

Song Qian didn't make any fuss. In her mind, her brother who had entered the innate realm could walk sideways in Mingzhou unless he offended the Taoist Master Sanfeng.

No matter how many people with bad intentions come, they will die. What we should worry about are the bad guys hiding in the dark.

Ever since Song Qian came out, Lu Xiaofeng had been staring at her until she left, and then he withdrew his gaze with a lingering feeling.

"Sir, she is your sister?"

Song Xuan glanced at him coldly, "You have enough romantic debts, I advise you not to commit suicide!"

Lu Xiaofeng laughed awkwardly, "I was just asking casually, I didn't mean anything else, please don't misunderstand me, sir... Well, sir, go back and rest, Brother Hua and I will be on duty outside tonight."

Song Xuan nodded and ordered the Xuanyi guards who arrived later to take the man in black lying on the ground away for interrogation. Then he turned around and went back to the room, closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed and continued.

To others, tonight is a life-and-death crisis, but to him it is just a minor incident that will not affect his practice.

As for the inexplicable Dongfang Bubai, he wrote this person down in his little notebook. When he has time later, he will definitely put an end to today's matter.

...

Outside the yard, Lu Xiaofeng still had a bit of excitement on his face.

"I never thought that our master's sister would be so beautiful."

The way they looked was quite similar to the excitement of boys discussing beauties in a university dormitory after the lights were turned off.

Hua Manlou said calmly, "I can't see her face, but the adults are right about one thing. You have indeed had enough romantic debts. It's best not to commit suicide again."

"Lao Hua, even you say that? I just thought she was pretty and praised her a few times. It has nothing to do with courting death, right?"