Alienated Martial Arts

Severe cold in winter.

Different places have very different definitions of severe cold.

In the eyes of the Zhou people, Qi Mo and other states in the north were absolutely bitter and cold places.

But for people from the Northern Wilderness Snowfield, the wind and snow in Qizhou is so gentle.

Just like a girl's hair, it feels a little itchy on the face, and even makes people feel intoxicated, and they are immersed in it and don't want to wake up.

Under the dark night.

The carriage driver faced the blowing wind and snow with a feeling of great enjoyment on his face.

He took off the wine bag tied to the saddle, pulled out the stopper and took a sip. "Sure enough, the weather is still good in the south. Even on a windy and snowy night, it feels like a gentle breeze blowing on my face and a steady spring rain."

The battle ahead was over, and the driver finally felt relieved.

No need to be as worried as before.

Now just wait quietly.

Just like countless battles that had taken place before, His Highness Huangchen returned victorious before he knew it.

When he is in a high mood, he will be given generous rewards.

Lingming elder Chu Yan did not respond to the coachman, but silently stared into the dark, windy and snowy depths.

Not long after, he calculated the time, and suddenly some doubts arose in his heart.

"Those attendants who went to meet us should be back anyway."

After waiting patiently for a while, Chu Yan felt a little cold for no reason, and a trace of unspeakable fear also surged into his heart.

"Even if they crawl, they should crawl back with His Highness on their backs."

Chu Yan murmured to himself, and looked at the front shrouded in darkness. The fear in his heart seemed to have taken root and was quickly occupying his entire heart.

In his eyes, the darkness ahead seemed to come alive.

There seems to be a life-devouring demon hidden inside.

Whether it was the guard who went out to explore the way at the beginning, His Highness Huang Chen behind him, or even the attendants who just went to meet him, they were all killed by the demon, chewed up and eaten with bones and flesh, without leaving a trace.

"There are many stories about monsters in the world, but they are all based on rumors and hearsay. Recently, I have been in an unstable state of mind and have been plagued by delusions. I have actually learned to scare myself.

Huang Chen is a great master in the realm of Yin and Yang, and he is also a master who is favored by Brahma in the Northern Wilderness and surrounded by spiritual energy. Even if Ning Xuanzhen comes, he may not be able to take his life far away from Qinglin Mountain.

What's more, the person opposite is just a Yuan Daozi who is pretending to be a magician. I am really too worried and have lost the transparency I should have. "

Chu Yan took a deep breath of cold moisture and exhaled slowly.

His mood gradually calmed down.

Right now.

Suddenly darkness surged like a tidal wave.

Slowly flowing from far to near.

Chu Yan blinked, still unable to accept it for a while.

Snap!

Light footsteps reached my ears.

Together with the darkness flowing like water, it soon came closer.

Snap!

The footsteps got closer.

Although the sound is not loud, it can even be said to be very light.

But it was like thunder in Chu Yan's ears, shaking him so much that he couldn't help but tremble violently.

At this moment, he felt as if he was dreaming.

And it's an infinite loop of nightmares.

You have to go through the horrific experience just now from beginning to end.

but.

Chu Yan looked around and took a look.

However, there were more than a dozen of them just now, and Huang Chen, the master of Yangji, was among the team.

Now, apart from him, there is only one chariot driver left, whose strength level is not even as good as him, a traitor to the sect.

Finally, the darkness stopped changing.

It solidified just a dozen steps away.

A figure slowly emerged from it.

The man was wrapped in a black robe.

The face was completely covered by the hood, and even the eyes were not exposed. There was nothing particularly surprising about it.

But Chu Yan's body tensed up instantly.

Cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

Then when blown by the howling north wind, my heart felt as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

In his perception, he did not see a person approaching slowly with a slightly stiff pace.

Instead, a towering mountain stands in front.

It's still covering up a little bit.

This feeling is even more terrifying than when they first met Huang Chen, making people feel so palpitated that they can't breathe normally.

Without warning, there was a soft pop.

Huangchen's coachman was bleeding from all his orifices, covering his chest and fell down.

Lying softly on the cold and hard ground, his limbs twitched a few times and then became motionless.

Chu Yan's face was pale and he was still struggling to hold on.

He doesn't want to die, so as long as there is a glimmer of hope to live, he must hold on tightly and never let go.

The cold wind swept across the wilderness, and the snow danced with it.

A piece of yellowed dead leaf came with the wind and drifted past the side of the carriage.

Click!

The fallen leaves simply disappeared.

Only bits and pieces of debris were left, mixed in the snow and scattered on the ground.

Also falling along with it was the Chu eaves standing in front of the carriage.

He knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground.

His forehead was buried in the ice and snow, and he didn't dare to make any other movements.

"You are the only one left."

He let out a low sigh, sounding a little weak and tired.

This sentence was like a thunder, exploding in Chu Yan's ears, shaking his consciousness almost completely blank.

Then there was a soft creaking sound, and the door of the carriage was opened. "Then you are in luck. I am quite tired now and I just need a driver."

"Being able to serve Taoist Master is a blessing gained from the villain's previous life."

Chu Yan kowtowed, and straightened up when he got close. Without any hesitation, he sat directly in the coachman's seat.

Soon after, the carriage was submerged in the wind and snow.

Follow the previous route and continue towards Qizhou Fucheng.

After walking a certain distance, Chu Yan finally saw the extremely wide battlefield. His heart seemed to be grasped by a cold big hand, and then squeezed inward with force, making his eyes darken and he could hardly hold on. Sit upright.

It's like being stir-fried vigorously in a wok.

Dark cracks, large potholes, and the lingering aura of terror can be seen everywhere, which almost directly triggers mystical delusions and plunges me into unbearable torture.

"kindness!?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from inside the carriage.

Gudong!

Chu Yan suddenly jumped up and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, feeling that he had already stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.

The next moment, the voice sounded again, with a hint of reminiscence.

"What is recorded in this volume is actually a detailed explanation of the secret method inherited from Lingming Mountain."

"I still remember that Concubine Shang Ning once used this method and practiced it to the seventh level of the Nine Transformations of Lingming, breaking through the realm and entering the mysterious realm.

I didn't expect to see the complete Nine Transformations of Lingming here. It was really an unexpected gain. "

"The fellow sect of Lingming Mountain also had a bad fate. Thirty years ago, he had a fight with the Qinglian Demon Cult. He had not really recovered his strength. As a result, he was kicked through the mountain gate by the Prince of Beihuang and broke in. I don't know if he can survive in the future. Protect the blessed land of Lingming Mountain."

After sighing with emotion, the carriage became quiet again.

Chu Yan also let out a long breath of turbid air, inexplicably giving birth to the strange feeling of narrowly escaping death and then coming back to life.

Time passed little by little.

The cold wind howled and heavy snow fell on the car.

The car was deathly silent, as if there was no one inside.

Suddenly, that voice sounded again.

With a bit of sudden joy.

"So that's it."

"As the saying goes, one method can be used to master all methods. After I upgraded the blood network to the seventieth stage, some basic skills of the great sect that were once unattainable suddenly became enthusiastic and proactive."

"And this stone is also a good thing."

Chu Yan, who was driving carefully, was slightly startled.

However, before he could begin to think about the meaning behind these two sentences, an inexplicably familiar breath quietly overflowed from behind.

It was like a breeze that swept over his body.

Chu Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched slightly. He couldn't believe what he was feeling.

Uh-huh...

Another breeze blew by, and a second breath overflowed from the car, disappearing silently into the darkness.

Chu Yan tried his best to resist the urge to turn his head.

Look at your nose with your eyes, look at your mouth with your nose, look at your heart with your mouth, and sit upright on the shaft of the chariot without moving.

At this moment, the third breeze came, and it seemed that even the wind and snow around the carriage had become spiritual.

"One breath changes, three breaths changes."

"In just such a short time, he didn't even know if he had enough time to read through the secret books carefully, but he had already started practicing.

Moreover, since one breath time has been completed after the entry, one breath time has been completed, and three breaths have been reached to reach the realm of three changes of spiritual enlightenment. "

"How is this possible? Even if he has been born from the Yin and Yang, and has broken through the Yang, he can't be so fast without ever having been exposed to the Nine Transformations of Lingming."

"It's like asking me to practice Xiuyuan Yiyuan Guiyuan Gong now. Although they are both sects' Quanzhen internal training methods, the fundamentals inside are different. Even though I have practiced the Nine Transformations of Lingming to the level of mystical senses, I want to Getting started with Guiyuan Gong is not that easy.”

"How on earth did he do it?"

"Is this guy still a human being?"

From the first ray of breeze, in just three breaths, Chu Yan's heart was already filled with huge waves.

Even the three views were impacted like an explosion.

During Chu Yan's decades of martial arts practice, he had met one talented Lingming Mountain disciple after another, and watched them grow step by step and reach different levels.

The closest one was Concubine Shang Ning, who was personally taught by the mountain master. Her high talent and qualifications, as well as her rapid progress in cultivation, surprised even him, the elder of Lingming Mountain, with emotion.

He believes that Shang Daozi is the most spiritual disciple in Lingming Mountain in decades, and is also the greatest hope for the sect's revival. In the future, he will surely surpass all the elders and deacons, and may even reach the same level as the mountain master.

However, even Concubine Shang Ning took nearly two years from the time she started practicing the Nine Transformations of Lingming to reaching the level of the third transformation.

This is two years, not two months, not even two days.

The one sitting in the back sounds like he is about the same age as Huang Chen at most.

As a result, it only took him a sip of tea to reach the level of cultivation progress that Taozi of Lingming Mountain would take years to complete.

Compared with this person, all his years of hard work seem to have turned into a joke.

If this person's speed in breaking through the cultivation realm is like a flying arrow, then he, the Xuangan elder of Lingming Mountain, can at best be regarded as a snail crawling on the ground.

It's so slow that I wish I could just crush it to death.

In the carriage, Wei Tao carefully put away the Nine Transformations of Lingming, and then brought the crystal clear jade in front of his eyes.

Quietly, the status bar appeared in front of me.

"If the Lingming Baoyu is found (damaged), should it be repaired?"

He simply chose no.

Immediately afterwards, a new line of handwriting appeared.

"If Lingming Baoyu is found (damaged), should it be absorbed?"

This time, Wei Tao did not make a choice immediately, but remained silent for a long time.

The diamond-shaped jade stone emits a hazy blue light.

The entire carriage is illuminated.

Wei Tao quietly stared at the jade in his hand, but after all, he did not send it to the status bar immediately.

It was precisely because of its help and the extremely complex blood network in his body that he was able to enter the Nine Transformations of Lingming so smoothly and directly practice to the third transformation.

It is simply more convenient and faster than using gold coins to upgrade.

Therefore, it is not advisable to kill the chicken to obtain the eggs.

Good things should be put to their best use.

At least he has to wait until he has drained it of its use value and used it up, and then let it use its final light and heat to fill the treasury in the status bar.

Wei Tao made up his mind and opened the Nine Changes of Lingming again, and soon immersed all his mind deeply into it.

Time passed little by little.

The cold wind howled outside the car, and heavy snow mixed with ice particles kept hitting the car, making a dense crackling sound.

The horses pulling the cart snorted from time to time, dragging the wheels across the road with endless creaking.

"The Nine Transformations of Lingming, in a sense, should actually be the Third Transformation of Lingming."

Wei Tao closed the volume, closed his eyes and thought about it.

"The first seven changes are all quantitative changes. As long as a warrior has good talent and qualifications and is suitable for the Lingming Mountain Kung Fu, as long as he practices hard and wholeheartedly, he can basically improve step by step.

It's just that because of differences between people, the speed may be faster or slower. "

“But after the eighth change, the entire practice method becomes completely different. It is no longer an accumulation of quantitative changes, but a leap in qualitative changes.

At this time, the test for practitioners has really come. Whether you can break through the mystery and become a master, in addition to your natural talent and mental perseverance, there is also an element of luck based on your appearance, which really makes people speechless. "

"As for the ninth change that follows."

Wei Tao rubbed his sore eyebrows, and after a long moment of silence, he slowly shook his head.

To be honest, he didn't understand.

Obviously I know every word, but when put together it becomes a holy book, and I can't figure out the key to it even after thinking about it.

Not to mention the Nine Transformations and Return to One mentioned in the last few pages, he couldn't even recognize the words, which greatly damaged the self-confidence that had grown rapidly after the three transformations not long ago.

At this moment, the carriage slowly stopped.

Chu Yan accompanied him and asked carefully, "Daozi, we will arrive at Qizhou Fucheng soon. Are you going to stop here and rest, or continue on the way back to the mountain gate?"

Suddenly, there was a soft squeaking sound.

The carriage door was opened.

"Before, your mood fluctuated and your true energy and blood circulated spontaneously. It was obviously the method of the Nine Transformations of Lingming."

Wei Tao's tone was calm and without a trace of emotion, "So, you are not a warrior in the Northern Wilderness, but a member of the sect who is cheating on others."

"Daozi, spare your life, I have no choice but to do it, they..."

Chu Yan's heart sank suddenly, a layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

Click!

He only felt a chill on his forehead, and when the wind and snow blew over him, he suddenly felt an inexplicable and strange feeling of relief.

It was as if he had been freed from restraints and almost wanted to ride the wind back home, his whole body became extremely light.

The only bad thing is that the wind is too cold, which makes my brain numb.

Snap!

A semi-circular object flew high into the sky, spinning to the ground with its black hair flying wildly.

Chu Yan took a closer look, and endless despair and fear suddenly surged in his heart.

"you you……"

He forced himself to hold on, not taking his last breath yet.

"Thank you for sending me to Fucheng."

Wei Tao walked out of the carriage, "To express my gratitude, I personally gave you a ride. I didn't want you to be known as a slave of the third surname. You should be able to understand my good intentions."

Chu Yan seemed to have turned into a sculpture, his eyes dimming little by little.

Wei Tao didn't look at him again and walked straight towards the sleeping Fucheng ahead.

Suddenly, a sigh sounded from behind.

"Master Tao, I'm sorry for you."

Wei Tao stopped and turned around to look.

I saw Chu Yan slowly lowering his head, his brain mixed with blood flowing all over the floor.

The whole person became silent.

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The snow is falling heavily and the cold wind is howling.

Even within the mountains, everything was covered in white.

A figure with stiff and twisted movements walked slowly along the slippery stone steps in the mountain.

From time to time, she stopped somewhere and stared quietly at the snowy scene in the distance, with a look of reminiscence in her eyes.

A snow-white rabbit ran past her feet, parting the snow not far away and gnawing on the dead grass below.

It seems that in its eyes, the motionless person is just a stone, without any threat, and does not need any vigilance.

One person and one rabbit, several steps apart.

Amidst the heavy snow, it forms a scene of dynamic and quiet scenery.

After a long time, until the rabbit disappeared, she got down from the rock where she was standing and continued to climb slowly on the stone steps.

"Dingxuan Mountain is still the same Dingxuan Mountain, but I don't know how different the people who live in the mountain are from back then."

Luo Qingjun sighed lowly, slowly raised his head, and looked at the mountain gate in the distance that had stood for countless years.

Quietly, her figure gradually faded, as if blending into the wind and snow in the sky.

After entering the inner gate, a wide road paved with flat square stones begins to appear in front of it. On both sides of the road are various palace buildings, showing a grand, solemn and solemn style.

Luo Qingjun looked around at the unusually familiar environment and continued to walk slowly along the stone path under his feet.

The deeper she went inward, the more confused and solemn her expression became.

By the time he stopped in the square in front of the main hall of Dingxuan, this doubt had reached its peak.

The entire Dingxuan Mountain was quiet.

Empty and dead silent.

All the disciples disappeared without a trace, and only she, the "resurrected" leader of the sect, returned to her hometown.

"Where are their people?"

"There is such a huge mountain gate, but not even a single person appears. What happened?"

Luo Qingjun took a deep breath of the cold air, looked up at the hall in front of him, and his heart slowly sank involuntarily.

As the former Dingxuan Daozi and later the head of Dingxuan, she has spent decades here and has already accumulated deep feelings.

Although he later faked his death and escaped to the Northern Wilderness, he never thought that he had become an outsider.

Even now, the identity of "Dingxuan's parents" is still retained.

However, when she returned to the mountain gate this time, she was surprised to find that her home was empty, and there was no longer the smell of fireworks that once flourished.

Uh-huh!

The white robe floats, with countless transparent silk threads pouring out of it.

With the square in front of the temple as the center, it extends towards the surrounding buildings.

Luo Qingjun tried his best to sense and find the breath of living people.

But as time went by, it brought even more unacceptable disappointment.

Soon after, the treacherous threads began to close inward, drawing dense traces on the thick snow, and finally disappeared into the body shrouded in white robes.

"Could it be that Sun Xiyue came here and slaughtered all my Dingxuan clan!?"

She lowered her eyes, her eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

His body was also trembling slightly uncontrollably, like an extremely depressed volcano that would erupt at some point with terrifying energy that would destroy everything.

Suddenly, she suddenly raised her head and looked beyond the Dingxuan Hall in front of her towards the back mountain shrouded in the wind and snow.

The sky is getting dark and darkness is coming.

Dingxuan Mountain became more and more lifeless.

But in this dead silence, she felt a strong and chaotic vitality, coming from the direction of the back mountain.

There was also a feeling of being secretly observed and spied on, which also appeared along with it.

Uh-huh!

Countless transparent threads danced wildly, driving Luo Qingjun forward.

In an instant, he had passed several halls, passed through a narrow mountain road surrounded by pines and cypresses, and arrived at Dingxuan Back Mountain, where few people usually go in and out.

The feeling of being spied on never went away.

The vitality became more and more intense, but the feeling of chaos also became more serious. It felt like countless tangled threads, as if it was on the verge of collapse and explosion.

Not long after, Luo Qingjun stopped at the entrance of a dark cave.

The ground was a little strangely sticky, and there was a faint smell of blood, which even the howling cold wind could not dissipate.

She was silent for a moment and sighed quietly.

Before finally choosing to enter the Northern Wasteland, she lived in this dark cave for a long time, and spent countless painful days and nights in it.

Standing at the entrance of the cave again at this time, I couldn't help but bring back memories I didn't want to mention.

Luo Qingjun shook his head and stepped into the darkness.

Light and dark switch instantly.

Along with it came a buzzing noise that filled her eardrums.

It was like there were many people talking and expressing their opinions nearby. The various sounds were mixed together and eventually turned into the roar of a swarm of flying bees.

Luo Qingjun was unmoved at all and moved forward quickly in the darkness.

Suddenly, a soft light came on.

The lights embedded in the stone walls were lit from near to far, illuminating her path forward.

Luo Qingjun frowned slightly, quickly turned a corner, and then passed through a half-open metal door.

She stopped just inside the door and could already see the wide stone hall at the end of the cave.

The items displayed inside seemed to have not changed much, and were not much different from when she first lived there.

The only difference is the person entrenched in the open space.

Luo Qingjun took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again.

Looking at that pure and beautiful girl's face from afar.

"Just now, when I sensed the breath of life, I thought it was someone who climbed to the top of Dingxuan Mountain, but I never expected that it was Master Luo who returned to the mountain gate."

There was a smile on the girl's face, and her voice was bright and clear when she spoke, causing a slight tremor in the body below.

"Are you Yunhong, the disciple of Junior Sister Gong!?"

Luo Qingjun took a deep breath again and exhaled slowly.

"Yes, Master Luo may not know yet, but the teacher is no longer in this world, and I don't know when and where he passed away.

The disciple has missed me so much these days, so when I just sensed the aura of Weisi's manifestation, I thought it was the teacher who heard my voice, and even if I climbed out of hell, I would come to see the disciple again. "

"Junior Sister Gong, is she no longer here?"

Under the hood, a lonely expression appeared on the left side of Luo Qingjun's face. After a long silence, he sighed and said, "Do you know who killed Junior Sister Gong?"

"Master Luo, are you ready to avenge your teacher? This is really a sisterly bond that makes the disciples cry."

Two lines of tears flowed from Yun Hong's eyes, but she still had an unchanging smile on her face, "Unfortunately, the disciples don't know whose hands the teacher died in, but he is inseparable from Xuanwu Dao, Yuan Dao, and Qinglian Sect.

If Master Luo is determined, he can kill Ning Xuanzhen and Qi Taiquan in Qi and Xuan states now, and massacre their disciples and grandchildren.

Then he entered the land of the dead and sent all Qinglian believers to the underworld to be buried with their teacher. "

"I will investigate the matter of Junior Sister Gong myself."

For the first time since entering the stone hall, Luo Qingjun looked away from Yunhong and looked at the dark red wall behind her, smelling the lingering sweet smell.

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Except for Junior Sister Gong, where are the others at Shanmen? Where have they gone?"

"Master Luo went to Beihuang, and his whole person seemed to be a little abnormal. He even lost the keen eyesight that he had before to see everything."

Yun Hong laughed again, causing the utensils and furnishings next to him to tremble, "Uncle, haven't you seen that the Dingxuan Sect is here!"

"The Dingxuan Sect is right in front of our uncle!"

She paused, her face suddenly became distorted and crazy, and her voice was buzzing when she spoke again.

"We are the Dingxuan Sect, and the Dingxuan Sect is us."

"you?"

Luo Qingjun narrowed his remaining left eye and focused his attention on Yun Hong.

The deepest part of the pupils reflected the huge surging mountain of flesh, on which grew the head of a girl with a bright smile.

She occupies almost half of the stone hall. The surface of her body is full of dense holes, and there are countless silk threads of various colors, like dense hair, going in and out of the flesh.

The blood dripped down, and most of it was swallowed up by the dense threads and holes before it fell down. The remaining small part rubbed against the wall behind, dyeing it a large dark red color.

"Of course it's me and us."

Yunhong blinked her rippling eyes like autumn water, and along with the wounds on the surface of the meat mountain, a pair of different eyes were instantly added among the countless holes, and they blinked together.

"I am us, we are me!"

"So, I have to thank Master Luo for creating the unity knot, so that the disciples, the elders, deacons, brothers and sisters can be of one mind and body, regardless of each other.

It's just a pity that the teacher is no longer here. Without her guidance and advice, even if we are of the same mind, we can't see clearly what she saw at the beginning, and we can't empathize with her fear.

Of course, I still can't understand her idea of ​​suppressing my cultivation and not allowing us to completely let go and go further. "

Speaking of this, Yun Hong stretched her neck hard and stared at Luo Qingjun with her eyes.

"As the teacher's senior sister and the former head of Dingxuan, Master Luo should know exactly what the teacher discovered. If you can tell us in detail, the whole Dingxuan sect will be grateful."

Luo Qingjun slowly shook his head, "Junior sister Gong has her own fate, so I don't know what she discovered."

"Master Luo doesn't know?"

Yunhong looked back and remained silent for a long time.

When he spoke again, his voice suddenly became extremely chaotic, as if dozens or hundreds of people were speaking at once, "Master Luo, your arrival gave us hope, but then you personally destroyed our hope."