Taoist master wants to ascend

The night was dark and moonless, with only a few candles illuminating the snow.

Inside the house, Li Yuan tidied up a bit, mainly taking the Great Xiyi Hammer, the Strange Weapon Forging Hammer, the Thousand-pound Heavy Hammer, and the Top-grade Liuhe Boots and Jiuhe Boots.

When he pushed the door open and walked out, he saw a masked man in black standing in the yard.

"Let's go!"

Jing Shuhu lowered his voice and turned into the night.

"Compared to Old Han, Old Jingtou is still a little indecisive. It shouldn't be a big problem to delay for a day, right?"

Li Yuan muttered in his heart, moved slightly, and followed.

This was the second day after he went to the Remnant Temple. Jing Shuhu thought for a long time, and asked many disciples of the Supervisory Hall for information before he made up his mind.

Huhu~

In the night, Li Yuan was calm and composed.

The White Crane Lifting Method and Harrier Eagle Step he practiced were only barely perfect, but with the blessing of two pairs of third-level boots, he easily kept up.

‘This kid has such a good talent for Qinggong? ’

In the night, listening to the barely perceptible sound of the wind behind him, Jing Shuhu was a little surprised.

There is no superior Qinggong in the Divine Weapon Valley, and the only few intermediate Qinggong are all in the secret building. This kid has only learned a few inferior Qinggong and footwork at best. How can he keep up with me?

With a slight movement in his heart, Jing Shuhu quickened his pace.

He mainly practices ‘Eight Steps to Chase Cicadas’, and also practices six different inferior Qinggong to lift and jump. In addition, his internal energy is deep.

He walks on the snow without leaving any traces, lands silently, and rises and falls like a ghost.

“You still want to test me at this time?”

Li Yuan complained in his heart, but his footsteps slowed down slightly. It’s better not to provoke this old man at this time.

“Qinggong is not inferior to Yixing Dacheng! This kid’s talent is better than the old...than Han Chuijun.”

Jing Shuhu accelerated several times, and after consciously testing Li Yuan’s Qinggong body method, he stabilized his speed and went to the Remaining Temple.

Li Yuan followed not far away, and when he arrived at the street where the Remaining Temple was located, he glanced at it and saw a group of black-clothed masked men rushing out from the shadows.

They were the elite of the Supervisory Hall.

"Is Old Jingtou afraid of the Remaining Temple? Or does he not want to provoke the court behind these temples?"

Li Yuan thought to himself, pulling up the rag on his face, and following suit, he wrapped himself more tightly than everyone else.

"Disperse and hide, and do not enter the temple before seeing my order!"

Jing Shuhu glanced at everyone and gave a quick order.

The disciples of the Supervisory Hall nodded one after another and silently dispersed to the streets near the Remaining Temple.

"You, follow me."

He glanced at Li Yuan: "You decide how far you are, and you have to be within my sight..."

Li Yuan's Qinggong is much better than other disciples, but he is not too confident.

Li Yuan nodded, and did not make any sound at all.

To lurk, you have to look like you are lurking, otherwise, what's the point of disguising yourself?

Huh!

Jing Shuhu stepped on the wall and jumped onto the ten-foot-high wall. Li Yuan followed closely, but saw the old man swooping down.

With the sound of breaking through the air, the mastiffs in the wall fell to the ground silently. When they landed, a team of patrolling guards were also knocked down.

"How skilled? An old hand!"

Li Yuan was a little surprised.

Ambush, assassination, hidden weapons, positioning... these were things he had read in the books in the library. He was not very proficient in them, but Jing Shuhu was extremely experienced.

All the way to the main hall, no guards or mastiffs could even make a half-cry.

"Top assassin!"

On the roof of the hall, Li Yuan's heart trembled. For this series of actions, he had to review them at least several times and check the points in advance to do it.

Jing Shuhu could do it easily and find the best entry point...

"Wait here!"

Jing Shuhu said softly, and fell with the wind. The time he chose was when the dark clouds covered the moon and the shadows covered the backyard.

"These old men are not simple."

Li Yuan crouched on the roof of the hall, reluctantly looking at the big incense burner in front of the hall. Surrounded by the disciples of the Supervisory Hall, he dared not take the incense burner away.

He changed his mind and looked at the bamboo forest in the backyard. Under the shadow, the bamboo forest was very quiet, with only a few lights on.

Jing Shuhu seemed to blend into the shadow as soon as he landed. He stared at him so hard that he lost him.

"Good guy!"

Li Yuan took a breath of cold air in his heart.

He thought that he was good at assassination, and compared with this old Jingtou, his skills were simply not worth mentioning.

"This must be at least a gold medal killer, right? Hmm... Could old Jingtou also be a killer from Zhaixing Tower?"

Li Yuan was a little frightened and had a lot of thoughts.

But he quickly gathered his thoughts, stared at the deep bamboo forest, quietly dormant, waiting.

…

“Huh!”

In the thatched cottage, Su Wanxiong let out a long sigh, his face regained its rosy color, and he pulled out the last trace of Tianchan Qi.

“What a Kuyue, what a Tianchan Sword!”

Under the candlelight, Su Wanxiong’s eyes flashed with brilliance: “See you next time, I must let you taste the taste of the old master’s mother and son Qigong!”

His voice was low, with a strong killing intent.

If he hadn’t been seriously injured, he wouldn’t have taken Han Chuijun seriously, let alone Kuyue’s men.

Swish~

He tore open his clothes, only to see a shallow fingerprint on his chest that condensed and did not dissipate. This was the heaviest injury on his body,

and it took several years to heal.

“Yiqi Soul Finger, Fang Yuanqing,, Yiqi Manor…”

Su Wanxiong’s face twitched. Yiqi Manor was as famous as Longhu Temple and one of the five top sects in Dayun.

This injury is difficult to heal, and this revenge is difficult to avenge.

unless……

"Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer!"

Su Wanxiong's eyes flashed with coldness, he picked up a letter from the table, pulled it out and read:

"Meng Zhan can't bear it anymore? When he really worships the Blood King Kong... who?!"

Phew~

The strong wind howled and the door of the house opened.

In the courtyard, One-Eye Temple Zhu bowed slightly: "Master, there is a letter from outside the city, saying that Wan Ya's disciple Qi Ying suddenly left with a group of people, suspected to intercept and kill Shi Hong..."

"Kill Shi Hong? Wan Ya only has this much courage, but if he wants to kill Shi Hong, Qi Ying is not qualified."

Su Wanxiong didn't take it seriously: "Who is Shi Hong?!"

Uh-huh!

Su Wanxiong shouted loudly, and the one-eyed Miao Zhu trembled in horror: "Helmsman?!"

boom!

The ghost-headed sword slashed through the roof, tiles and beams fell off, and dust filled the air.

"no one?"

Su Wanxiong walked out of the dust, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and he clearly felt a biting chill.

Boom!

Almost the moment Su Wanxiong walked out of the house, the one-eyed Miao Zhu felt as if there was thunder in his ears. He turned around and said,

Only then did he realize with astonishment that there was no one in the space a few feet behind him. !

boom!

Brains burst and blood splattered.

Jing Shuhu suddenly rose up, and with a small hammer, it was as powerful as a battering ram, pointing directly at Su Wanxiong's chest.

"Be bold!"

Su Wanxiong was frightened and angry, but his reaction was extremely fast. He swept the ghost-headed sword across the air and smashed the body thrown away from the One-eyed Temple Zhu into a pulp.

The violent sword light slashed straight at him.

boom!

On the roof of the main hall, Li Yuan's heart was shocked, and he could only hear the sound of gold and iron clashing across the night sky.

"What a catch!"

Li Yuan looked intently.

I saw smoke and snow billowing inside the bamboo forest. In the blink of an eye, the bamboo forest covering a large area had been pushed flatly, and the thatched houses were shattered.

The figures that came out from behind all retreated in horror, coughing up blood and laying dead bodies.

In the land of Xu, the light of swords and hammers reflected each other. The two figures moved vertically and horizontally, and large fires burst out with every collision.

"That sword light looks like Su Wanxiong? Why did you catch me again?"

Li Yuan recognized the flash of sword light. The scene of Su Wanxiong transforming into Qi on the bank of the river last year left a deep impression on him.

"Jing Shuhu?!"

After a moment, the sound of swords clashing disappeared, Li Yuan heard angry shouts, and then, two figures disappeared into the night one after another.

boom!

The sound of arrows exploded, which was the secret signal set by Jing Shuhu.

When Li Yuan jumped down, the disciples of the Supervisory Hall who were lying around also rushed out one after another and pounced on all the living creatures in the temple.

boom!

Li Yuan raised the hammer and struck the attacker with his backhand, sending him flying backwards.

The shouts of killing rang out, and the two parties quickly fought together.

Fortunately, all the disciples from the Divine Weapon Valley were wearing black clothes and covering their faces, so they were not afraid of admitting their mistakes.

call!

Li Yuan stepped forward and swung the long-handled heavy hammer like the wind. With his current body and strong internal energy, he encountered almost no resistance.

Soon, the shouts of killing in the temple stopped, and Li Yuan also put down the heavy hammer, glanced over, and saw a familiar gray-white ball in the ruins.

"This thing?"

Li Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The round bead was crushed by someone's foot. At this moment, it actually had a light that only he could see.

Mixed with blood and cyan, it turned out to be a fourth-level rare item!

[Xuanyin Single-Eye Son-Mother Eye (Level 4)]

[Take the eyes of the one-eyed snake Xuanyin, place them in the statue of the broken god, and temper them with incense for hundreds of years. Nine sons and one mother have given birth to supernatural beings...]

[Conditions for control: third level of worshiping gods]

[Control effect: Level 5 (light yellow): Shenmu Jing (disabled)

Level 4 (Green): The fourth level of worshiping gods, the fourth level of worshiping residual gods

Level 3 (Dark Blue): Insects retreat and confuse people’s minds]

nice one!

Li Yuan picked up the ball and found that under the gray-white shell was a vivid snake eye.

And that gray shell...

"It's very similar to the Statue of the Remnant God. No wonder there is scent of incense lingering around. No wonder I didn't feel the light..."

After getting his hands on it himself, Li Yuan discovered that although the incense smell on the stone shell was not much, it seemed to be of high quality.

"At least it's fifth-level incense!"

Li Yuan clenched the ball tightly, feeling pleasantly surprised. He had been looking for high-level incense for a long time, but he didn't expect to find it here.

In the past half year or so, thanks to the attention of Lei Jingchuan and Jing Shuhu, he had collected a lot of first- and second-level hammers.

As long as there is enough incense, not to mention five or five-level incense, six will be enough!

"While Lao Jingtou is here, collect more incense."

Putting the ball into his arms and actually putting it into the palm space, Li Yuan felt slightly calm and thought that he could go to other temples to see it.

The relationship between the Evil God Cult and the temple is inextricably linked, and the Remnant Temple may not be the only one.

"With five fifth-level hammer skills, there must be some qualitative changes, right?"

In the night, the disciples of the Overwatch Hall were searching the temple, while Li Yuan sat cross-legged leaning on the incense burner, thinking in his heart.

In the past six months, his understanding of the various control effects of Weapon Control has been much deepened, especially regarding talents.

The first-level talent blessing is equivalent to a medium-level disciple with mediocre qualifications.

The second level is three times as high, and Yue Yunjin belongs to this category.

By analogy, the Hammering Hall estimates that there are only 80,000 people with fourth- and fifth-level hammer skill talents, including Fang Baoluo.

"With the blessing of five fifth-level hammer skills, it will definitely surpass Lao Han..."

Li Yuan promised in his heart.

He had been thinking about the hammer for a long time, and it would be rude not to react.

…

…

"I'm careless!"

Shenbing Street, in the backyard of a mansion somewhere, in front of the broken rockery, looking at the collapsed tunnel entrance, Jing Shuhu frowned.

He really didn't expect that the kid would find Su Wanxiong who had been lurking for half a year on the first day he came down the mountain.

He didn't even expect that the temple would dare to take him in.

This means that the court also...

"Dig this tunnel, search it, investigate it thoroughly!"

When the disciples from the Supervisory Hall arrived, Jing Shuhu gave the order with a stern face, then moved and disappeared from the house.

In the night, he rose and fell several times and landed in front of the door of an ordinary house. Before he could knock on the door, the door had already opened.

Qiao Tianhe, who looked a little embarrassed, bowed his hands and invited him in.

Inside the house, Wan Chuan was having a drink, quite leisurely:

"Two drinks?"

"..."

Jing Shuhu sat down with a sullen expression, and after drinking several drinks, his expression improved.

"Su Wanxiong's 'Five Ghosts of Worship' are the best at escaping. A master of viscera refining once tried to chase him for several months but to no avail. It's normal that you didn't catch him."

Wan Chuan put down his wine glass and saw that Jing Shuhu didn't say a word and said to himself:

"Zhan Wu Tang Meng Zhan, God Worship Cult Su Wanxiong, and Sanyuanwu Wanya, tsk tsk, if Han Chuijun and Gong Yangyu don't come back, it's up to you and Duanmu to survive..."

Qiao Tianhe was waiting at the side, pouring wine for the two of them.

"If you can't stop it, do you think Wan Ya dares to break down the gate of the Divine Weapon Valley?"

"He dares!"

Jing Shuhu dropped his glass heavily.

"Of course he dares. Several years ago, Wan Ya had already succeeded in refining the internal organs. This is Yun Shulou's information and it cannot be false."

Wan Chuan held the wine glass and shook it gently: "One bite of the Red Flame Jiao Jin Bow, I will help you get rid of Wan Ya, how about it?"

"wishful thinking!"

Jing Shuhu's face twitched and he almost walked away: "Wan Ya, you dare to trade for my divine bow?!"

"A weapon without spirituality can be driven by others, but the divine weapon will choose its master. The red flame dragon tendon bow has been gathering dust in the divine weapon pavilion for seven hundred years, so it is better to let me use it."

Wan Chuan did not hide his purpose at all:

"I'm only interested in your ancestor's method of forging magic weapons. As for this bow, I'll give it back to you when you use it."

"impossible!"

Jing Shuhu flatly refused.

His heart bleeds every time he thinks of the rare treasures lost to the Seven Star Palace by the ancestors, let alone giving them away on their own initiative.

Even if the Red Flame Dragon Bow has been covered in dust for many years and no one can recognize its owner, it is still one of the only two divine weapons left in the Divine Weapon Valley.

"The Valley of Divine Weapons has become a target of public criticism. If you can't guard those two divine weapons, why don't you use someone else to guard them?"

Wan Chuan is very patient and his tone is very gentle. He does not want to irritate Jing Shuhu:

"Have you forgotten what I said when we first met last year? The one who is eyeing the Black Whale Hammer is not Su Wanxiong, not Bai Jingchuan, but the evil god leader..."

"Can't keep it..."

Jing Shuhu sighed. He was really worried. Even if they were prepared to deal with it, he was not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of what might happen...

"Brother Wan, you and I have known each other for more than seventy years, can we be considered old friends?"

Wan Chuan corrected: "We just nodded."

"If there is a sudden change, you can take away the Red Flame Jiaojin Bow, and there is no need for you to kill Wan Ya or anyone else."

Jing Shuhu said to himself and stood up:

"You want to accept Li Yuan as your personal disciple."

"master……"

Qiao Tianhe, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but wanted to speak, but was glared at and immediately dared not say anything.

"Hmm... It's okay in name only. It's passed down personally. Although he has talent, I have closed the door for a long time. He is not good enough for me to make an exception."

Wan Chuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "However, I can recommend him to become an inner disciple of the Seven Star Palace."

"Inner door?"

Jing Shuhu sneered and walked away.