Taoist Huang Ting

Chapter 621 Small and weak water realm

After three months.

The northern cold snowy region.

In a winding mountain range, Lu Qingfeng held a green bamboo stick in his hand and walked deeper.

Beyond the sky.

Four rays of mysterious light suddenly appeared without any stagnation, and sank directly into Lu Qingfeng's body.

The devil returns.

"There are Jiutian San people in Lingnan. As long as they don't enter Dahao and Dameng without permission, even the masters of Maoshan Taoism and Shenxiao Sect may not be the opponent of this Taoist brother."

Lu Qingfeng smiled.

Three months ago.

He and Jiutian Sanren came out of Qihan Stream, and the latter headed west to Lingnan. Fleeing all the way, we arrived in Lingnan a month ago.

The speed was more than a month faster than that of Lu Qingfeng and Lin Ye.

However, at that time, Lu Qingfeng was trying to conquer Lin Ye. Lin Ye flew away using the immortal weapon, but his speed was limited.

This time, Lu Qingfeng was alone. After he was separated from Jiutian Sanren, a "Five Ghosts Carrying Dafa" walked from the middle of the south of the Four Saints Immortal Realm, across the Black Sea and Gangfeng Leihuo, to the Northern Cold Snow Realm.

It takes no more than a moment.

The power of the Great Divine Power is unmatched by Jiutian Sanren.

"Three months."

"Finally found it."

Lu Qingfeng traveled through the northern cold snowy region for three whole months, still unable to determine where Zhang Yang was. On this day, the four demon gods who originally guarded Lingnan returned, and Lu Qingfeng happened to be looking for them.

In the dense forest.

Lu Qingfeng strode forward and saw two bottomless pools on the mountaintop platform. The water was rippling but not frozen.

One of them was so dark that it couldn't be seen clearly, with no breath leaking out. But the other sip is full of fairy spirit. A single sip can extend the life of a mortal for a hundred years. Even if a monk drinks it, his cultivation level will improve greatly.

Such a treasure is displayed in a grand manner outside.

Only on the side, someone opened a cave, and two monks were meditating in the cave. Lu Qingfeng glanced at them casually and could tell at a glance that these two monks were only in Jindan cultivation.

"Wearing a peach blossom shirt, this is a monk of the Peach Blossom Sword Sect."

Lu Qingfeng had a thought in his mind and was about to use his means to capture the two of them, but suddenly paused and turned his head to look down the mountain.

But I saw shouts, beatings and curses coming from the dense forest.

Two monks, also wearing peach blossom robes, with tall bodies and fleshy faces, came towards them with menacing looks. Between the two of them, there were seventeen or eighteen monks whose hands and feet were tied with chains. They were dragging the monks in a row, staggering a little miserably.

Watch its breath.

Most of them have evil spirits, hostility, and evil intentions, and are obviously not good people. Even though he was a prisoner at this moment, he was still being cursed and cursed unruly. Only when the two monks being escorted were severely whipped twice would they tremble all over and be quiet for a while.

But not for long.

The pain subsided and the cursing started again.

The two fierce gods beat them without hesitation and pushed these 'prisoners' up the mountain. In the guard cave, two Jindan guards had already come out to welcome him.

One of them was holding the book and the other was holding the signature. He smiled at the two fierce gods and said, "Two senior brothers have worked hard. We two brothers have prepared peach blossom tea. Once these evil cultivators are eliminated, we will ask the senior brothers to have a rest." Get rid of the cold.”

"Ha ha!"

"You two junior brothers are so polite."

These two fierce gods were extremely cruel to the monks, but when they saw their fellow disciples, they grinned. It's just that he is tall and ugly, but his smile is even more charming.

Not that anyone cared.

One of the fierce monks took out a jade book from his arms and handed it to the Jindan guard who was holding a pen and book. The Jindan guard took it with a smile, then licked the tip of the langhao pen, transcribed it on the jade book, and sang and drank - —

"Wu Gai, a casual cultivator at Changmao Cave in Xuangui Mountain, has a cultivation level of Dharma Gathering Realm and is good at the magic technique: Yiqi Cloud Smoke Technique."

"The demon monk of Jialan Temple in Kutuo Mountain does not kill the monk. His cultivation level is: Real Pill Realm. He is good at magic: God and Demon Mahamudra."

"Taoist Lanjiang Water Demon Green Snake, cultivation level: Golden Core Realm, good at magic: Water Wheel Technique."

"Ghost town in Zhongzhou..."

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There are a total of eighteen evil cultivators, including demons, Taoists, and monks.

As one person sang and drank while recording the book, another golden elixir guard was also writing furiously. He punched golden bamboo sticks in his hand and landed on the evil cultivator's eyebrows.

For every person registered, one person signed.

The two fierce gods raised their whips and whipped the evil cultivator hard, sending him flying out and diving into the dark, breathless one between the two pools.

The evil cultivator screamed "Ahhh" and instantly sank without making any sound.

"This pool——"

When Lu Qingfeng saw this, a strange color flashed in his eyes. He strolled to the edge of the pool and looked over, only to see that the water in the pool was heavy. With his way of doing things, it was actually difficult for his spiritual sense to detect it.

Throw down a fallen leaf.

Fallen leaves sink when exposed to water, weighing as much as a thousand pounds.

"Somewhat similar to the water of the Black Sea."

"But it's more like the legendary weak water."

There is water in the north of Kunlun, but its power cannot beat mustard, so it is called weak water.

Although weak water is rare in the earthly immortal world, Lu Qingfeng has also heard of it.

Such as the Tianhe guarded by the Arctic Canopy Marshal. Another example is the so-called "eight hundred quicksand realms, three thousand weak water depths". The goose feathers cannot float and the reed flowers sink to the bottom of the Liusha River.

I didn't expect to see this legendary weak water in the Northern Cold Snow Region.

"Yes."

"The Black Sea between the Four Saints Immortal Realm and the Humane Law Realm, and between the Arctic Snow Territory and the Four Saints Immortal Realm, has some weak water characteristics. Maybe it is caused by being contaminated with weak water."

Lu Qingfeng stood up.

Seeing the four Peach Blossom Sword Sect monks knocking all eighteen evil cultivators into this weak pool of water, and just as they were about to return to the cave to drink tea to ward off the cold, Lu Qingfeng stopped covering up and suddenly appeared.

"who!"

Before the four of them could react, a strange light emitted from their eyes, they used the enchantment technique, and asked about what was going on here.

Half an hour later.

"Little weak water."

"The spiritual world."

Lu Qingfeng showed an interested look, erased the memories of the four people, and without much hesitation, jumped into the weak pool.

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There is a river hidden in the northern cold snowy area.

This river is neither on earth nor underground, nor in heaven nor outside heaven. It is only hidden in the void.

Because what flows in the river is the legendary weak water.

Therefore.

Peach Blossom Sword Sect, Jade Dragon Sect, Langhuan Tianfu and Daxumi Mountain call it "Little Weak Water".

There is a world hidden in the small weak water.

Four factions got it.

More than 100,000 years have passed, and many ways have been gradually discovered.

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Weak water realm.

Southern Xinjiang.

Baiyun Mountain.

Baiyun Mountain is hidden deep in southern Xinjiang and is not very eye-catching. It is usually unknown, but it is because more than a hundred years ago, Baiyun Tongzi, the fourth disciple of the Gu Immortal Caiyi Empress in Southern Xinjiang, came out of the mountains after learning and came to the mountains to open up a mansion, hence the name.

Many caves around Baiyun Mountain came to vote.

Baiyun boy refused to accept anyone who came, and selected seven children with extraordinary talents from various caves and accepted them as his own. A number of children were also selected as registered disciples to enrich the monastery.

More than a hundred years have passed.

Of the seven disciples he had accepted in the past, only three had achieved success in practice. The remaining four had failed in practice and either went down the mountain or died of old age in the mountain. However, among the first batch of named disciples, two people emerged and were successful in their practice. They were promoted by Baiyun Boy to be his direct disciples.

Five people in front and behind.

This is the second generation monk of Baiyun Mountain, the Immortal Chief of the mountain.

Further down, there are the disciples and named disciples of these five people. There are only a few people who can achieve enlightenment, but there are signs of prosperity at last.

This day.

It's early in the morning and the sky is bright.

Wumeng held his sword and rushed towards the bamboo forest in the back mountain with joy on his eyebrows.

He was originally the son of the owner of Xianxia Village, which is more than 80 miles away from Baiyun Mountain. Four years ago, he was sent to Baiyun Mountain to learn martial arts. He was a disciple of Baiyun Boy, Zhang Ji, who was known as the "Fire Cloud Sword". . Because his qualifications are average, he is only a registered disciple.

You can also learn one and a half moves.

But it can't be compared with those direct disciples who can be taught by Zhang Ji personally.

Going up the mountain at the age of twelve.

In the blink of an eye, I am already sixteen years old.

I saw that several of my senior brothers had mastered their swordsmanship to the first level - the stage of "Sword Qi Generating Evil". When a sword is released, evil energy will hit your face, making it difficult to resist.

From then on, he entered the threshold of kendo.

Qi training and cultivation have mostly reached the second and third levels.

But he was only able to perform the most basic "Baiyun Sword Technique" fluently, and he was still far away from the "Sword Qi Generating Evil". His cultivation level is still at the first level of 'qi sense'.

Wumeng was anxious.

He works harder every day and often goes to the bamboo forest in Houshan to practice his sword skills, but with little success.

but.

Just half a year ago, a meteor streaked across the sky, and Wumeng discovered a strange green bamboo in the bamboo forest. This green bamboo has no spiritual light and does not look like a spiritual creature, but it is invulnerable to water and fire, and is invulnerable to swords.

Wumeng was surprised.

So I practiced my sword next to the green bamboo.

Unexpectedly, in just six months, as if with divine help, his swordsmanship and Qi training levels all improved by leaps and bounds.

A set of 'Baiyun Sword Technique' is quickly mastered.

Effortlessly enter the stage of 'Sword Qi generates evil'.

Half a month ago.

A sword thrust out brings happiness to the soul.

The iron sword in his hand came out of his hand, burst into a sword light and then returned to his hand, making Wumeng overjoyed.

The long sword was released.

This is a sign of enlightenment in swordsmanship and reaching the second realm of "Hundred Steps with a Sword".

To know.

When Zhang Ji, the ‘Fire Cloud Sword’, reached this level, he had been practicing for fifteen years. Currently, under Zhang Ji, only two direct disciples who have been practicing for many years have reached this level.

It is already an existence among the common people, known as the Little Sword Fairy.

Many masters who practice Qi at the third or fourth level, or even at the fifth level, are just at this level.

One level further up is the realm of 'sword refining and rainbow formation' known as the Sword Immortal.

At this level, one can not only fight enemies with a sword, but also fly in and out of Qingming with a sword. From then on, he can fight with swords in the world, and he is also a high-ranking figure.

It is really difficult to achieve the fifth level without practicing Qi.

In the entire Baiyun Mountain, there are only a handful of people who have reached this level.

"You can start from nothing in half a year and reach the state of 'Hundred Steps with a Sword'."

"In two or three years, won't I be able to wield a sword in the air and become a swordsman like my ancestor and master?!"

Wumeng was excited.

Practice your sword more diligently every day.

call!

ha!

With the long sword in hand, Baiyun's sword skills were unleashed, and Wumeng felt extremely relaxed. Although the sword in his hand was an ordinary iron sword, it seemed to have spirituality in it.

Wumeng follows his heart.

The sword stabbed out at random in his hand, and when the iron sword was kicked, it turned into a line of training——

boom!

There was a loud explosion, and a big crater was blasted out of the ground where the sword pointed.

"return!"

Wumeng made a sword secret with his hand, trying to recall the iron sword. With a 'clang' sound, the iron sword flew back and did not fall into Wumeng's hand, but was inserted upside down three feet away in front of him.

"Hoo ho!"

"It's still a little bit worse."

Wumeng was not discouraged. He stepped forward to pick up the iron sword and continued to practice hard one move after another.

What he didn't notice was.

Behind him, green bamboo swayed.

A golden silkworm with six wings appeared from nowhere and lay on the bamboo leaf. One pair of eyes stared at Wumeng, emitting a dangerous light.

"alright."

"He didn't mean it either."

The green bamboo swayed and turned into a young Taoist priest, smiling. The golden silkworm grabbed the Taoist's hair, and the cold light in his eyes was still there.

After Lu Qingfeng heard the words and said a few words of comfort, the golden silkworm stopped its fierce glare.

"At least we've been together for half a year, and I'll help you one more time before we say goodbye."

Looking at the young man in front of him who was concentrating on practicing his sword, Lu Qingfeng pointed his hand and saw that the iron sword in the young man's hand instantly changed to the size of a palm.

With the injection of true energy, it becomes its original appearance again.

in this process.

Wumeng had no idea that the sword in his hand had long since transformed from decay to magic.

"Taking a tattered iron sword to become a master of swordsmanship is a plot that only appears in vulgar martial arts."

"That's not possible in reality."

Lu Qingfeng smiled and walked out of the bamboo forest and Baiyun Mountain.

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"drink!"

Wumeng shouted loudly, and let go of his long sword. Ten steps away, the sword light was like a dragon, and he cut seventeen green bamboos in a row and then returned to Wumeng's hand. This time, I just felt invigorated and not sluggish at all.

"What a power!"

Wumeng opened his mouth slightly, looked at the seventeen fallen green bamboos, then looked at the iron sword in his hand, and suddenly grinned.

But when he turned around, Qingzhu was still there, but somehow, something seemed different.

Doubt flashed away in Wumeng's eyes.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky, and suddenly woke up. Not daring to delay, he hurried towards the front mountain——

Don’t delay morning exercise!

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