Alienated Martial Arts

Snowflakes were flying and falling one after another.

The plain white paper umbrella rotated slowly, and the delicate figure under the umbrella seemed to be completely integrated into the wind and snow.

"How long has it been since Senior Sister Sun came?"

Wei Tao asked casually.

"It didn't take long actually."

She lifted the paper umbrella little by little, revealing her hidden face, "Just when Junior Brother Wei lifted the table, I had just arrived in the small courtyard."

"Sun Daozi was standing quietly in the snow, but I never noticed him. It's really rude."

Wei Tao stared at her dreamlike and beautiful face, feeling inexplicably lost in thought for a moment.

He still couldn't figure out what she should look like.

In the most primitive memory, I encountered a seriously injured woman in the Cangmang Mountains.

Deep in the sea of ​​flowers, a girl in white sits on the altar.

It was still the figure that suddenly broke the original memory after the turtle and snake crossed the limit of fifty steps.

Or was it the startling glimpse after knocking off her paper umbrella at Luoshui Manor in Gui Shufang?

But at this moment, seeing the gentle and moving woman in front of him, who looked like the bright moon, Wei Tao couldn't help but feel confused.

In his eyes, there seemed to be many hers.

Every one of her is her, but none of them is her.

It's a rather strange feeling.

Compared to the past, I couldn't remember her body shape or appearance, which made me feel even more strange and contradictory.

Wei Tao gathered his thoughts and slowly exhaled a breath.

"Senior Sister Sun didn't want me to see her, so even though we were only separated by a wall, I didn't feel it and didn't feel any gratitude.

Even if senior sister lets me see you standing in front of me, it still makes me feel like I am in a cloud and I don’t know what year it is today.

From this point of view, the senior sister's invisibility, inconvenience, and invisibility are so high and profound that I must be surprised and admired by them. "

"I thought that Junior Brother Wei would take action directly after meeting, but such a peaceful conversation surprised me a bit."

She just smiled lightly when she heard this, "Moreover, Junior Brother Wei's compliment was a bit unexpected, and it doesn't seem to be in line with the impression you have given me all along."

"Back in the Cangmang Mountains, Senior Sister Sun tricked me once.

Later at the Gui Family Manor, I punched you back and we were barely even.

Later, Senior Sister Sun went to Fucheng, Qizhou, and played chess with her old man for two days, and gave him dozens of consecutive victories. I still have to thank you for this.

Therefore, there is no point in fighting and killing after meeting. It is better to sit down and discuss ideas, which is more in line with the artistic conception of the heavy snow at this time. "

Wei Tao did not continue on this topic and instead asked, "Now that Sun Daozi has appeared here, has the battle in Mianlong Town come to an end?"

Sun Xiyue nodded, "The Lord of the Golden Account was seriously injured and escaped, and Emperor Wu followed him northward. Perhaps in the near future, something will happen in Brahma in the Northern Wilderness."

Wei Tao asked again, "How is Master Qi?"

"The Taoist master's condition is not very good, but he can still hold on."

At this point, she sighed lowly, "If he can pass this level, he can probably take another step forward.

If there is no past, when the spring flowers bloom and everything revives, it should be the final day of the Taoist Master. "

Wei Tao was speechless, and Qi Taiquan's figure full of death appeared in front of his eyes.

Thinking back to that meeting inside the Xuanwu Dao Mountain Gate, some complex thoughts suddenly came to my mind.

After taking a few breaths, he gathered his thoughts and asked, "How much does Senior Sister Sun know about the Nine Saint Sect?"

"Before I came here, the Taoist master told me something. I just took a look at Miss Mu's situation and roughly figured out what they were doing."

Sun Xiyue smiled faintly, "No wonder the national master chased them for thousands of miles and killed the descendants of the Nine Saints at the same time. If we really ignored them and allowed them to develop unscrupulously, I am afraid it would cause a greater disaster than the Green Lotus Sect."

Wei Tao couldn't help but frown as he listened to her story, "In that case, why didn't the imperial court not just kill them all, but later even allowed the Nine Saint Sect to establish a sect?"

"Because the descendant of the Nine Saints died early in the battle with the national master, most of the troops he raised went to the command of Taizu Taizu of Zhou Dynasty. It was also a relatively large mountain. They contributed a lot in the subsequent founding battle and contributed a lot.

At that time, if we were to catch them all, I was afraid that it would disrupt the morale of the army, so we only killed a small number of the culprits, and did not involve too many others.

By the time the country was finally settled, there were not many Nine Saints disciples left who initially joined the Zhou army. Later, the battles of Southern Xinjiang and Northern Wilderness broke out one after another. Major events happened one after another. Who could care about a humble person like the Nine Saints Clan? Little things? "

Wei Tao nodded, "What are Sun Daozi going to do?"

"Nothing to do. Since everyone is here, let's just kill a few people."

She turned her head and looked outside, her tone cold and calm, as if she was talking about the weather at this time.

"Okay, I want to take a look at Hong Shunyu first. I don't know if the old man is still alive."

Wei Tao followed her gaze and said, "As for the gentleman who is hiding and doesn't want to see anyone, let Yunhong Daozi discuss life with him first."

There was a soft squeaking sound.

The carved wooden door of the banquet room was pushed open.

Mu Yuan walked out slowly, then turned back and closed the door tightly.

He walked into the corridor in front of the hall, and the smile that was originally on his face disappeared instantly, becoming even a little dull.

The cold wind howled outside, sounding like a ghost crying.

Sweeping ice crystals and snowflakes are flying all over the sky, connecting the black clouds and green mountains together.

"The Yang Ji Spiritual Realm and the half-step Dharma Body are nothing more than that."

Mu Yuan twitched the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to smile again, but ultimately failed.

If you can’t laugh, then don’t laugh.

The next moment, there were two lines of bright red wet marks dripping from the corners of his eyes and quietly dripping down his cheeks.

Snap!

The floor of the corridor was spattered with blood.

Soon it disappeared without a trace under the cover of wind and snow.

Gudong!

The sound of swallowing suddenly sounded.

Mu Yuan turned around and saw the throat of the young disciple serving beside him swelling, as if he had seen extremely delicious food.

The direct disciple stared at the falling drops of blood and tears, and even his eyes lit up with a bright blood-colored light.

"The Holy Spirit enters the body and reverses life."

He sighed quietly, "You only saw this little benefit, and you were immersed in communicating with the Holy Spirit, but you didn't think about the deeper level."

"That is, our practice must always be advanced, so that we can meet the needs of the Holy Spirit after it enters the body.

Otherwise, the more Nine Saint Spirits there are in the body, the more miserable the final outcome will be. "

The direct disciple slowly straightened his body, and his tone was not as respectful as before. Instead, he felt a little suspicious and resistant.

"Teacher, why do disciples hear that as long as we practice step by step, with the help of the Holy Spirit, we can directly direct the interaction between heaven and man and become a master of the Nine Saints Martial Arts?

Even continuing to move forward is not too difficult. In the end, the Yin pole and the Yang pole will be born, and the Yang pole will reach the height of a master.

Such a great good thing that makes people endlessly fascinated, and it can definitely meet the requirements for entry all the time, how could it still end up miserable? "

Mu Yuan's face was expressionless and his tone was calm, "So, in fact, you are all blaming me for suppressing the situation and not allowing you to accept the spirit of the Nine Saints into your body for practice as soon as possible?"

"Disciples don't dare to say anything against their teacher at will."

Even though the direct disciple said this, he still couldn't suppress his surging emotions, and even his voice couldn't help but raise a little.

"But since the teacher came to the mountain gate, the disciple scorned the teacher from the beginning, and then became doubtful. It was not until he had an in-depth exchange with the teacher that he believed that he was taking the truly correct path.

Instead, the teacher kept following the old ways and being self-contained, trying to fight against the general trend on his own. It was not until he had no choice but to accept the Holy Spirit into his body that he finally changed his mind and everyone stood on the same front. "

"But my disciple has never understood why, with such a high level of strength, he did not use strong force to force the teacher to submit at the beginning. Instead, he allowed the teacher to hesitate again and again, which almost ruined the flourishing development of our sect. "

Mu Yuan said calmly, "Because my surname is Mu, and the blood passed down from my ancestors flows in my body, it's that simple.

Therefore, even my husband did not dare to force me too much. Generally speaking, he still had to consider my mood and wait for me to figure it out myself. "

After a pause, he continued, "It turns out that in your eyes, you always thought that I was hindering your practice."

"Isn't it?"

The direct disciple took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, "And not only the disciples, but even Miss Yun has not been allowed by the teacher to accept the Holy Spirit."

"You are my most valued disciple, but like Xiao Yuan, you are too deeply poisoned to understand my good intentions."

Mu Yuan looked up at the vast snow, "In that case, I will let you truly experience the true use of the Nine Saint Spirits."

Uh-huh!

The figure flashed, silently.

The direct disciple stood motionless without any warning.

He watched helplessly as Mu Yuan slowly raised his other arm, then pointed it into a knife and stabbed it into his shoulder and Tanzhong.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank and he felt the influx of a large amount of Holy Spirit.

Unknowingly, looking at the person in front of me who was somewhat disgusted, I couldn't help but feel extremely close to him.

As time goes by, the direct disciples feel that their own strength has improved visibly.

And the creatures continued to pour in, making him quickly go from excitement and smoothness to unspeakable pain.

But it's not the end at this point, it's just the beginning.

The direct disciple's face was distorted and his belly was bulging high.

He even tore his clothes and was directly exposed to the howling wind and snow.

The Holy Spirit is still pouring in.

His belly also became more and more swollen and swollen, as if there was no end to it.

It ended up looking quite weird, like a balloon that had been blown to its limit.

Through the almost transparent thin layer of flesh, you can even clearly see the countless tiny insects gathering and surging inside, making soft crackling sounds and exploding disgusting slurry from time to time.

"vomit!"

The direct disciple took one look and his face suddenly turned pale.

He really couldn't help but vomit it out, and a large ball of blood overflowed from his mouth. After experiencing a surge, his aura rapidly declined and fell, and finally stabilized at a level that was neither up nor down.

"You see, this is why I don't want you and Xiaoyuan to accept the Holy Spirit."

Mu Yuan silently stared at the disciples who were no longer in human form, "You are still young and have more possibilities. You should not be subject to such constraints, but the result makes me feel a little chilled."

"Brother, the man named Hong has completely collapsed. Now we just need to wait quietly for a while before he can become the successor of the Nine Saints."

Quietly, Mu He came closer and looked at his direct disciple who was lying on his back on the cold snow.

After observing silently for a moment, Mu He had a disdainful expression on his face, "My eldest brother used to protect him so much. I thought he had such good talents and qualifications, but now I realize that they are nothing more than that."

"It's okay to be less capable. What I'm afraid of is that I can't see the situation clearly, can't recognize the position, and make wrong choices, but I still think that I am right in everything."

Mu Yuan sighed and flicked his fingers.

There was a sudden snap.

The belly of the direct disciple exploded.

Scarlet color covers the ground in front of the corridor.

Mu Yuan took a deep breath at this moment and sucked all the gray air out of his body.

After doing all this, he slowly turned around and looked into the banquet hall, his eyes falling on Hong Shunyu who was sitting still with his eyes closed.

"It's a pity that Mr. Hong is a half-body master who has entered the Dharma. His strength level is much higher than mine. Otherwise, we could try to take him down directly.

Then use a secret method to connect me and him seamlessly, and inject the Nine Saint Spirits cultivated in my body into it. This can greatly alleviate the pain I am suffering now. "

"Brother, there's no need to worry. Since the emperor's corpse has left, sir, he also said that he would..."

Mu He was mid-sentence, but suddenly fell silent.

One step ahead of him, Mu Yuan had already turned his head and looked towards a direction covered by wind and snow.

"This feeling, could it be that another martial arts master has come to Lingyungang?"

Mu Yuan frowned slightly, but showed a smile after a moment.

This time, he succeeded.

Although the smile raised at the corners of his lips looked unusually stiff and looked like he was crying, after all, it was a bit more lively and lively than the previous dark and gloomy one.

"Emperor Wu's main target is Brahma of the Northern Wilderness. As long as we don't jump too high, we shouldn't be in his eyes.

As for the other grandmaster warriors who came to the Nine Sacred Mountains, as long as they are not big shots who have truly entered the Dharma Realm, they can only join my service and become the new successors of the Nine Sacred Mountains. "

Mu He asked, "Brother, what are you going to do? If other masters really attack, it will be a great opportunity for us to expand our power and improve our strength.

It's a pity that Mr. has always been in Lingyungang. If he is interested in the seedling, we may have to give up. "

Mu Yuan closed his eyes, "Sir, I will naturally listen to him, but now that Emperor Wu has gone north, I'm afraid he will have to hurry up and complete the last step of the plan. We will have more time and freer space for activities. "

"Senior Sister Sun is right. Even if they are both descendants of the Nine Saints and bearers of the Nine Saints' will, they are not monolithic. Instead, they have different thoughts."

Suddenly, a gentle and plain man's voice came from the banquet hall.

The next moment, a quiet and indifferent female voice said, "Even one person will have different ideas at different times. What's more, it's a group of people with different agendas.

Therefore, it is normal for them to have undercurrent differences. The absence of any differences makes them even more vigilant. "

Wei Tao nodded, and while observing Hong Shunyu who seemed to be sleeping soundly, he continued, "The conversation I had with Senior Sister Sun just now, and the careful comparison of the situation of the two sect leaders, reminded me of a somewhat ancient and distant organization."

"What organization?"

“The Spirit of the Nine Saints, the successor of the Nine Saints, feels like the kind of thing that is constantly pulling people off the line and pulling people’s heads.

And judging from their behavior, they would plot against others if they disagreed, and they should be following the more violent northern route. "

"So, what's the southern route?"

"The southern faction mainly uses a word of deception. The so-called talk of honey and sword in belly is nothing more than that."

The two chatted casually and slowly walked out of the banquet hall. It was only then that their eyes fell on the two masters of the Nine Saint Sect.

Mu Yuan's body tensed up, nailed there motionless.

Although it was windy and snowy and the sky was dark, it was definitely afternoon time, not really after nightfall.

So, he saw a ghost in broad daylight?

That young man in red clothes and red robe is definitely a disciple of Hong Shunyu.

However, there was nothing around him.

Even the Nine Saint Spirits showed no reaction.

So, who is this person talking to?

What puzzled Mu Yuan even more was that if there was really no one else, what was the situation of the woman's voice that just came from the banquet hall?

A few steps away, Mu He finally couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere and suddenly took action.

In an instant, he crossed a distance of several feet and was struck on the head with a punch.

In an instant, gray fog rose up in front of the banquet hall, and ghosts howled and howled, covering most of the corridor.

"This is the sound of the Nine Saints, and it has the effect of disturbing people's minds."

"But compared to the erosion of Brahma's spiritual thoughts that I just experienced, this little interference is like a breeze blowing on my face, so there is no need to mind it."

"There is also the gray mist pouring out of its body, which is actually the aggregation of countless undetectable insects.

The so-called Nine Saints' Voice is the chirping of these insects. "

Wei Tao neither attacked nor dodged.

He just watched quietly as Mu He surged forward, and then watched as the other party turned around without warning and fled into the distance like lightning, standing motionless by the door from beginning to end.

There was a soft click.

Mu Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he watched as his brother's head disappeared without warning, leaving only a headless body that continued to run forward wildly, even leaping high across the stone wall, and quickly disappeared into the vast wind. Deep in the snow.

The whole process was completed in a flash of lightning.

He didn't even see who took action.

No one could find where Mu He's head had gone.

It's all like a dream.

No, even dreams are not so weird and difficult to understand.

At this moment, Mu Yuan lowered his head subconsciously, unable to suppress a shiver in Lingling.

Muhe's head was at his feet.

A pair of round eyes met his overlooking gaze.

"Does Junior Brother Wei need to be kept alive?"

Immediately afterwards, a cold female voice sounded quietly, echoing in Mu Yuan's ears.

However, he still couldn't find out where the speaker was hiding.

"No need, I'm not interested in them."

Wei Tao did not hesitate and answered concisely.

As soon as these words came out, Mu Yuan suddenly felt great terror welling up in his heart.

Even though he is a martial arts master who has a close relationship between heaven and man, even though he is protected by the Nine Saint Spirits, it cannot provide him with any sense of security at all.

It was like falling into a sea of ​​ice without any clothes on, feeling cold from the inside out, from head to toe.

Click!

There was another crisp sound.

It came directly from his body.

Mu Yuan lowered his head with difficulty and saw a big hole in his chest, with no trace of his heart inside.

Disappearing along with it, his energy and spirit seemed to flow out along the big hole.

Wei Tao carefully observed the standing body, "He is dead, but not dead. His body still maintains a considerable degree of activity."

Sun Xiyue said, "What keeps the corpse alive are these bugs that are almost invisible to the eyes."

Wei Tao fell into deep thought and said slowly, "I suddenly have some doubts. Is it the descendants of the Nine Saints who are cultivating these insects, or should it be the other way around, that these insects use them as containers to live in, raise them, use them, and drive them them."

"No matter who is using whom, send them all to hell, and the problem will cease to exist."

Sun Xiyue said slowly, her figure gradually faded, and she slowly walked forward.

Wei Tao followed a few steps behind.

Before the two of them walked out of the small courtyard where the banquet hall was located, a thunder suddenly came from the distance of the stone hill.

A four-color lotus rose slowly, and there were phantoms of turtles and snakes intertwined on it, pushing away the large swaths of wind and snow.

Then the gray mist surged, covering everything.

The Nine Saint Sect became dead silent at this moment.

Wei Tao remained silent at this moment.

Sun Xiyue was no longer around.

There was only a gray mist extending out, occupying all the sight.

There is a looming path under your feet, and you don't know where to go.

"Even my perception has been disturbed. To be able to do this to such an extent is a bit beyond my expectation."

Wei Tao was silent for a moment and walked forward along the path.

The whole environment is very quiet.

There was no sound of howling wind or rustling snow.

Even his own breathing and footsteps were missing.

The further forward, the hazy gray mist became thicker and thicker, and later it became more substantial, as if it had entered layers of veil.

There were no gaps, no dead ends, it was like there were countless pairs of small hands caressing his body.

This feeling is very wonderful, and the benefits to the body are also quite obvious. It even makes Wei Tao reluctant to leave. If there are no other changes, he will enjoy walking like this for several days and nights.

However, changes always come quietly and unexpectedly.

I don't know where to start, the fog gradually dissipated, and the surrounding environment seemed to become a little different.

Among the endless gray, a touch of other colors is added.

Wei Tao stopped at this moment and looked up at a stone house that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The stone house is square, only two meters long and wide, and only a few feet high. It looks like a closed coffin.

If you look closely, it seems to be a sarcophagus.

Wei Tao squinted his eyes, and a faint light flashed in the depths of his eyes, feeling the faint aura of power swimming around, as if the sarcophagus and the mist had merged into one, meandering and flowing endlessly.

Suddenly there was a soft click.

An arm that looked like dead wood pushed open the stone cover.

A stiff and twisted old figure sat up.

In an instant, all the gray mist converged and disappeared into this person's body.

Wei Tao couldn't help but be startled, with a slightly regretful expression on his face.

This gray mist was actually made up of those tiny insects, which had been pouring into his body just now, and were then absorbed by the blood network acupoints of the 119th segment, and turned into nutrients to replenish the body.

Even the empty and dead Xuanwu True Meaning showed a trace of vitality.

As a result, they all suddenly dispersed, which made him a little reluctant.

The figure slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Wei Tao, and he was also briefly stunned.

"Yin Ji Yang is born, and the body of Heng Lian is actually such a young master of Yang Ji Heng Lian."

After a moment, the skinny old man spoke in surprise, his voice hoarse and dry, sounding like a knife cutting, "It seems that the later Nine Saints disciples did a good job, not only really awakened us, but also led a talented warrior like you to me. before."

"Are you also a descendant of the Nine Saints?"

Wei Tao showed a gentle smile, "Master Mu brought me here and promised me to accept the spirit of the Nine Saints into my body. So, old gentleman, when can we really start?"

"Master Mu..."

The skinny old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and said, "Old Mu, those who are in charge of the Nine Saint Sect now should be your descendants."

Click!

As the old man's voice fell, a gap suddenly opened in the ground not far away.

Another sarcophagus emerged from it.

"Since your surname is Mu, it must be that. I'm not sure."

The second sarcophagus was opened, and a stiff and twisted figure also sat up, "Ling Quan, regarding this little friend's request to receive the Holy Spirit, are you going to do it or am I going to do it?"

Hearing the name Lingquan, Wei Tao couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and looked at the two old men with a little more scrutiny.

In the conversation with Sun Xiyue just now, he also had a general understanding of the ins and outs of the establishment of the Nine Saint Sect.

During the reign of Emperor Taizong of the Great Zhou Dynasty, several surviving descendants of the Nine Saints took the lead and selected children from their families to establish the Nine Saints Gate at Lingyungang on the southern border of Qizhou.

At that time, a few old guys still had a lot of influence, so the opening of the Nine Saint Sect was given the green light. No one raised any objections, whether in the court or in the local area, and they were even given a lot of convenience.

After one of them retired from the army, he served as a casualty in the Touring Department, and his name was Lingquan.

So, the two old guys in front of me have lived since before the founding of the Zhou Dynasty to the present?

"If you have a descendant to serve as the sect leader, then let me do it."

The skinny old man named Lingquan slowly raised his hand, spread his fingers, and pointed his palm at Wei Tao.

The next moment, his corpse-like body suddenly erupted with a majestic aura.

Faced with the pressure of each wave of momentum, Wei Tao still stood motionless, frowning slightly and still thinking, "Could it be that these two seniors have been alive since before the founding of this dynasty until now?"

Lingquan sighed, "Young man, do you know how many years have passed since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty?"

Wei Tao roughly calculated, "This dynasty has been in existence for nearly four decades."

"Four armors..."

Lingquan repeated in a low voice, his voice suddenly full of surprise, "You're talking about four decades, nearly two hundred and forty years!?"

"Yes, old gentleman, don't you know how to count? Four jiazi is of course two hundred and forty years."

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

Lingquan and the old man surnamed Mu looked at each other and said, "We should have been awakened a hundred years ago, how could it be delayed for a hundred years for no reason?"

"No wonder I feel that the vitality in my body has dissipated. Even with the presence of the Nine Saint Spirits to protect me, it has reached a point where it is difficult to maintain and is about to collapse. This is the reason!"

Wei Tao's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said, "A hundred years ago, you did have the possibility of waking up, but you were killed by someone who was about to wake you up, so you missed the best opportunity."

"Looking from this point of view, it really corresponds to the old saying that if you make a mistake, you will regret it for eternity, and you will look back a hundred years ago."

At this point, his tone suddenly turned cold, "I have been waiting for such a long time, but you have been lingering here and not allowing me to accept the Nine Saint Spirits. It seems that you think you have lived too long and want to We must welcome death as soon as possible.”