Super System in Chutang

Chapter 192

This lover's knot also comes from the shaman tribe in southern Xinjiang.

It is said that the leader of the witch clan, the witch, has a strange body. Once a man has sex with the witch, a colorful energy will naturally appear on his arm, which will manifest when exposed to sunlight.

Although other women from the Wu Clan do not have such peculiar physiques, the men they have had a night of love with will be tied with unique colorful ribbons they weave to inform other women that this man has already 'owned'

Already.

This custom gradually spread from the Wu tribe to the entire southern Xinjiang area.

The colorful silk threads have no other purpose, just like the cinnabar on the arms of Han women, they are just a symbol of 'chastity'. This is a matriarchal society that has not yet degenerated.

Li Xingzhi listened to the old Taoist priest's words and looked at the colorful colors on his arms, silent.

Miko? Yue'er is the next generation of miko?

After all, that incident was still a knot in his heart. He thought he could just forget about it, but he didn't expect that the bond was already so deep.

He shook his head to get rid of some messy thoughts. Suddenly he saw the yellow and wrinkled face of the old Taoist priest, and for some reason the face of another middle-aged beautiful woman appeared in his mind. He thought about how these two people got there.

There were ooxx people in the same room, and I shuddered in my heart, suddenly feeling that I was a little evil.

The old Taoist priest looked at the strange expression on Li Xingzhi's face and didn't know what he was thinking. He moved his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you seen Hong'er? Or Qing'er?

?”

Hong'er? Qing'er? How come there are two of them? Li Xingzhi cursed endlessly in his heart. Seeing the old man's sloppy appearance, he became even more contemptuous. He didn't know how many watery cabbages he had ruined back then.

"What Hong'er? Qing'er?"

The old Taoist priest looked at Li Xingzhi's puzzled look and thought that he might not know their names even after meeting them. He also blamed himself for being so anxious at his age and having practiced Taoism for many years. He immediately calmed down and said slowly: "Look

Looking at you, I think there are other candidates for the witches of the witch clan. And Hong'er and Qing'er should be the witches of the previous generation."

"Isn't there only one miko?"

"I don't know the reason. I only know that Hong'er and Qing'er are twin sisters, and they became the leaders of the Wu clan together."

Li Xingzhi looked at the appearance of the old Taoist priest and felt that he felt awkward and could not put him together with Yue'er's beautiful mother-in-law. He asked with some uncertainty: "How old are the two sisters now?"

"Now, I'm about forty or fifty," the old Taoist priest said with some uncertainty.

Only nearly fifty? Li Xingzhi looked at the sloppy old man with a pale head strangely - he was probably seventy years old. Could it be that an old cow eats young grass?

The old Taoist priest looked at Li Xingzhi's strange expression, was slightly startled, sighed, and replied: "The old Taoist is fifty and nine this year." He stroked his chin, which was pale but not a beard, and said with a sad look: "I was unfilial in my early years.

I have made a big mistake. Every day at dusk, I feel hard in my arms and hurt my body when I am worried. That’s why I am like this now.”

Li Xingzhi thought about the appearance of Yue'er's mother-in-law, who was in her late thirties. If she also estimated the witch clan's beauty skills, her real age must be more than 40 years old, and it is impossible for another witch to meet the requirements of the old Taoist priest.

Said appearance.

"When I went to the Witch Clan, there was only one witch. And, as far as I know, there is no second witch in the Witch Clan. I just don't know which one you are talking about I saw."

After hearing this, the old Taoist priest's eyes flashed and he said nothing.

As the sun sets, the mountains loom in the mist, turning into a thick ink painting. The brilliance on the arms has disappeared.

Li Xingzhi looked at the old man's dim eyes and skinny arms, but he could no longer ask the questions in his heart.

The second day.

It’s a new day again!

The morning light is gradually rising, and the mist in the mountains is refreshing, giving people a sense of hope and making them unable to remember the decadent twilight of yesterday.

By the time Li Xing and the others arrived at the stone cliff behind the temple, it was already a bustling scene——

On the boulder facing the back door of the Taoist temple, a middle-aged man with black hair and beard sat cross-legged on it. His whole body was calm and calm, facing the rising sun, with only a slight rise and fall in his chest.

And all around, there are steep cliffs with jagged protrusions, the most dangerous places, like the tips of tiger's teeth, which are smooth and discerning. Taoist priests, ranging from dozens to dozens in size, sit cross-legged and breathe in and out in a rhythmic manner.

It is obvious that the dangerous place on the cliff wall should be the most frightening place, but Li Xingzhi and the two women beside him looked at the Taoist priests who were sitting quietly with their eyes closed, calmly and calmly, but they felt strangely calm and stable in their hearts.

, not worried at all that these Taoist priests will fall.

This is a kind of intuition. Just like the feeling of believing that you will not fall when walking on level ground.

A quiet and peaceful atmosphere suddenly spread among the cliffs, and the Taoist style was undoubtedly revealed.

Infected by the breath, the two women also found a safe place and forgot to enter the country. Li Xing was left alone to stand on the edge of the cliff, feeling the faint morning light and the subtle mystery of the exchange of day and night.

On the horizon, the red sun leaps out of the mountain stream. In the distance, white cranes fly gracefully, their chirping echoing in the mountains.

One by one, the Taoist priests suddenly opened their eyes, their divine light shining brightly.

Yuan Yi opened his eyes and looked at Li Xingzhi who was standing not far away. A smile suddenly appeared on Baoguang Zhanran's face, "Brother Taoist, let's see how my swordsmanship is."

"bass!"

Qingfeng unsheathed, Yuan Yi shook out the sword flower, and the figure moved and jumped faster and faster. After a while, the sword shadow split into two, turned into reality, and stabbed straight towards Li Xingzhi.

Li Xingzhi looked at the shadow of the sword split in two and secretly admired it in his heart. Unexpectedly, Yuan Yi had a very high level of enlightenment. In just a few days, he had figured out the secret of one qi transforming into three pure beings in the swordsmanship. Thinking back to the beginning, even with the help of the system,

Not much better than him.

"good!"

Li Xingzhi's sword skills are mature, but he doesn't need to be like Yuan Yi, who started to brew with his hand, picked up a branch at the bottom, shook it, and split it into two, turning into two real shadows, facing each other 'tit for tat' with the sword.

When catching the sword, he exerted force with his hand and deflected the branch. It did not make contact with the sharp edge and hit the sword's spine directly.

There was a crisp sound, and Yuan Yi felt a strong force coming in. His long sword trembled non-stop, and his right hand was numb.

He looked at the branch in Li Xingzhi's hand, but it was intact.

"Brother Dao is so powerful, but it's a pity that I'm too stupid. I still haven't learned this method of transforming Qi into the Three Pure Ones." Yuan Yi was a little frustrated.

"It's already pretty good. Swordsmanship is not something that can be accomplished in a day." In fact, it is more than pretty good. He has mastered the essence of Quanzhen Swordsmanship in just a short period of time. He is simply a genius. It's just that Li Xingzhi can't compare to others.

Comparing it with a pregnant monster - no matter how well you do it, it's just not bad.

"The movement of this swordsmanship is consistent, using defense instead of attack, which just shows my Taoist inaction. I don't know which Taoist disciple my little brother is." The middle-aged Taoist priest who was sitting on the bluestone with his eyebrows closed suddenly said.

When Yuan Yi heard the middle-aged Taoist priest's words, his eyes lit up with joy.

The sword took a slanted path and took a dangerous path. Ever since the middle-aged Taoist priest knew that Yuan Yi was practicing swordsmanship, he was quite unhappy. He usually kept his eyes out of sight, but he didn't want to suddenly express his praise today. The other Taoist priests were also surprised and turned their eyes.

Yuan Yi, wanted to see what kind of swordsmanship attracted such admiration from the middle-aged Taoist priests; several of the young Taoist priests, such as Qing Ming, whom Li Xingzhi met in front of the Taoist temple, looked like they were eager to give it a try.

Li Xingzhi looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest under the pine tree and on the bluestone, accompanied by cranes, wearing a big cloak and open sleeves, and felt something familiar and yet strange in his heart.

"We chatted for a long time yesterday, but little brother, did you forget about me?"

Li Xingzhi listened to the familiar voice, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind. It was a dirty and decadent old man sitting slumped in the dark sun, and he felt a little afraid to recognize him.

Although they look somewhat similar, one is older, while the one in front of him is in his prime.

"Senior?" Li Xingzhi said hesitantly.

"On this Heming Mountain, who else is there besides me?"

Li Xingzhi was suddenly enlightened, but he still had some doubts in his heart. He didn't know how the old Taoist priest could rejuvenate himself in one night. But he said without any hesitation: "It turns out that the senior is the real person Ruyi of Heming Mountain. It is the junior who has the eyesight and cannot recognize Mount Tai." As he said that, he

He squeezed his eyes towards Priest Yuan Dao who was standing next to him.

Yuan Yi looked at Li Xingzhi's doubtful gaze and said softly: "You will understand if you stay here for two days." He stopped talking and just stood upright and far away - he noticed the two people who were about to surround him.

tigress'.

Master Ruyi lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, stroking the crane beside him. He was about to turn his attention away from Li Xingzhi, but he saw a string of beads on Li Xingzhi's wrist glowing in the morning light. His heart skipped a beat.

Jumping, the hands on Cang He listened and thought: Could it be...

He had a guess in his mind and immediately said: "Little brother, come here and let me take a look."

Li Xingzhi only thought that the Taoist priest was still planning to see the colorful light strip, and immediately walked to the bluestone.

But he saw the gleam in the eyes of Master Ruyi. He took his outstretched right hand and gently touched the nine weird and ugly beads in his hand. He watched Li Xingzhi's eyes change again and again before asking.

: "I only know that my little brother is a member of my Taoist sect, but I don't want to have a big connection with Buddhism."

The string of beads on his hand was given to him by the great monk that day. He just felt comfortable wearing it, so he kept wearing it.

Is there something weird in it? Li Xingzhi thought.

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I always thought I was just a little handicapped, but now I realize that I really want to cry~

From eight o'clock to nearly half past twelve, that's it. Am I so miserable~