The Wheel-Turning Master

There is no wind on the top of the mountain, and the plum trees press down, covering the sky full of stars.

Mu Zhen saw all the flying knives flying out of the mist, and there was a sense of destruction in the air, and she knew that Lin Bai had already succeeded.

The flying knife hovered on the top of the mountain for a while, as if it was guiding something, and then fell into the mist again.

"Are you becoming more and more proficient?" Mu Zhen murmured.

Within a moment, the flying knives flew out of the mist densely again, heading towards Mu Zhen.

At this moment, the flying knife is ordinary, without any power.

"Don't resist!" Lin Bai's voice came from the mist as the flying knife was about to reach him.

Mu Zhen gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, feeling that her whole body was stabbed like a hedgehog by flying knives.

Then she felt she fell into the galaxy and passed through the river of time. In a trance, the flying knife left her body and fell into the mist again.

Mu Zhen opened her eyes, every part of her body was in pain, but the knife intention in her body that seemed to be able to grind flesh and blood into powder was gone.

Although the feeling of burden is still there, most of the shackles have undoubtedly been removed.

Mu Zhen gritted her teeth to hold back the pain in her body, looked at the mist, and roughly understood in her heart that Lin Zhuanlun had indeed imitated the method of Taoist Wuxiang and contained the sword intention here.

Yin Yan was not far from Mu Zhen. He stared blankly at Mu Zhen, then at the mist, and finally at the stone statue under the plum tree with reluctance.

Mu Zhen glanced at Yin Yan and ignored it. She swallowed the pill and closed her eyes to recover.

Another quarter of an hour later, Mu Zhen suddenly heard the sound of a blade passing by and opened her eyes to look.

I saw that Yin Yan had stood up, with his handsless arms spread out, and the flying knife kept spinning in the air.

Then the flying knife stabbed deeply into Yin Yan's bones, flesh and blood. The flying knife trembled and moved, then left the body and returned to the mist.

Yin Yan seemed to have little blood left to shed. He staggered forward, one eye closed tightly, and he had a strange smile.

He felt it for a moment, then opened his single eye and looked at the fog ahead.

"Junior Brother Zhuan Lun is amazingly talented. Although he has just formed the elixir, he is already extraordinary. I am afraid that even a monk in the late stage of the golden elixir will be hard to match."

Yin Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Xu Jing can only be your opponent when he comes."

The so-called "Senior Brother Jing" is the eldest disciple of the Lord of Jiuzhe Mountain, named Jing Situi.

Lin Bai naturally heard Yin Yan's words, but ignored them.

Hidden in the mist, after Lin Bai pulled out the sword intent, the wounds on his body were getting better, his flesh and blood were slowly growing, and his muscles and bones were slowly repairing.

It's just that the extremely pale face is caused by excessive consumption of spiritual power and consciousness.

Lin Bai looked at the gourd and saw subtle lines on the black and white gourd, as if it were branded with a high-crowned plum tree.

In the past, when gourds were used to resist thunder, thunder patterns appeared.

At this moment, the sword intent permeating the top of the mountain has become extremely thin, making it difficult to lure it into the gourd.

Lin Bai was also at the point of exhaustion, but the gourd was vast, as if it were endless. It did not feel full because of too many thoughts of destruction, and it was not wiped out by the thoughts of destruction. It was really wonderful.

Close your eyes and come to the stone plate.

The outer fog is still there, with a wisp of green on it, and the moon is even whiter.

There is also black wrapped in the mist, but it is extremely thin.

"Now that most of the sword intention has been sealed in the gourd, you can use it as you like. It is only a legacy of great power, just a few waves in the mighty sea. After being worn away by the sun and the moon, and using it from time to time, I’m afraid it won’t last long.”

"After you get out, feel it carefully. If you can grasp even a little bit of the true meaning of destruction, that will be a long-term solution!"

After thinking for a moment, Lin Bai relaxed his mind and recuperated his energy.

Seeing that Lin Bai was still stuck in the mist, Mu Zhen was not in a hurry and waited patiently.

The opportunity was right in front of him, but Mu Zhen was not in a hurry.

"He has had enough to eat and drink during this trip. Do you want to refuse what I promised..."

Mu Zhen flicked the copper bowl in pain.

"Junior Sister Mu, I know that there is a hidden cave where Nascent Soul fell. There must be secrets in it! It's just because of the lack of manpower that it can't be opened..." Yin Yan looked at Mu Zhen alone.

"Jiuzhe Mountain is rich, and there are many Jindan monks at the same level as you. Why not invite your friends? Just like the senior brother Jing you just mentioned." Mu Zhen said.

"I will not seek the skin of a tiger." Yin Yan said very sincerely, word for word: "I am willing to dedicate the secret to Junior Sister Mu and Junior Brother Zhuanlun. I only hope that the two of you will realize the great path soon."

Mu Zhen looked at Yin Yan and couldn't help but laugh out loud and said: "For you, the road to the Nascent Soul is high and high. Being able to pry into the secret of the Nascent Soul will naturally be helpful. But I am a descendant of the Wood Demon. , and someone else taught the Dharma..."

She shook her head slightly and smiled, then continued: "Why should I dig someone else's grave when a living Nascent Soul can tell me?"

"..." Yin Yan was stunned and could not speak.

"Senior Brother Yin, the road to realizing the Nascent Soul is difficult every step." Mu Zhen pointed to the plum tree in front of her and said, "You have lost."

Yin Yan was trembling all over, staring at Mu Zhen with one eye filled with hatred.

"Your psychedelic eyes can only be used on people who are seriously injured or upset, and are of no use to me. In fact, I can also do children's tricks." Mu Zhen smiled.

Yin Yan was about to speak, but suddenly he saw the mist receding like a tide and disappearing into Lin Bai's sleeves.

The two of them looked over and saw Lin Zhuanlun standing on the top of the mountain, drinking wine from the gourd. He seemed to be a different person. Although his clothes were still in tatters, most of the wounds all over his body had healed.

There was a sense of fatigue and vicissitudes of life on his face, and there was a streak of silver in his hair.

"How do you feel?" Mu Zhen asked curiously.

"It feels like I have walked the path of the Taoist Master without a form, and I have the feeling of a thousand years." Lin Bai smiled and took another sip of wine, "I walked from birth to death, and I finally got through the difficulties."

He raised the gourd and said with a smile: "It's not in vain for Taoist Master Wuxiang to protect you."

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Zhuan Lun!" Yin Yan stepped forward, his one eye wide open, "I believe this time you have made progress again, and you will be able to go further in the sword cultivation in the future."

"Brother Yin, you are too kind." Lin Bai smiled and replied.

Yin Yan stopped and looked at Lin Bai with one eye, frowning for a long time, as if thinking about how much killing intent this Junior Brother Zhuan Lun still had.

"I have always been doing appraisal work, and I treat people kindly, so the people I meet are naturally respectful and polite. I thought everyone would respect me and let me go, but it seems that I was naive. Brother Zhuan Lun did not have the intention to spare me." Yin Yan said in a deep voice.

"Brother Yin, you can't just be allowed to calculate others but not let others kill you, right? There is no such reason in the world." Lin Bai said.

"In that case, let me try Brother Zhuan Lun's sword formation again!" Yin Yan's one eye bleeds, and his body sinks, as if he is bearing the mountains and rivers.

He didn't care that Mu Zhen was not far behind him, and he didn't take any precautions, just staring at Lin Bai in front of him.

Yin Yan's hair became paler, and his broken arm leaned forward, "Lin Zhuanlun, just now you said that a glance can last for a thousand years, now I will let you know what a leaf can block your vision!"

As soon as the words fell, a bronze-faced phantom appeared behind Yin Yan, with huge and strange eyes.

The bronze-faced eyes burst out with dazzling light, with a sense of vastness and vastness.

"Go!" Lin Bai tapped the gourd lightly, and saw flying knives coming out one after another, a total of eighteen.

The bronze-faced phantom moved forward and met the flying knives, but saw that they broke as soon as they touched them and dissipated without a trace.

With a bang, Yin Yan's single eye exploded, leaving only a terrifying blood hole.

He staggered forward a step, and saw the flying knives continue to pierce through his body.

For a moment, the feeling of being destroyed by the knife's will reappeared, penetrating into the flesh and bones, and it was more violent, with a sense of endless flow.

"You... borrow the sword intent of the great man? Then... let's die together!" Yin Yan's eyes were empty and he couldn't see anything. His body was full of holes made by the flying knives, but he became more and more ruthless, like a madman, and he wanted to trigger the golden elixir to self-destruct.

But after the voice fell, Yin Yan suddenly realized that even the horror in his heart had been worn away, and he couldn't remember what to do at all. Not only did his body seem to be thrown into the millstone, but even his mind and consciousness were melted into powder.

Mu Zhen watched carefully from the side and saw that Yin Yan was hit by the flying knife, but it seemed that the injury was not serious, and he even walked forward two steps.

But then, from the clothes and white hair, to the blood, flesh, internal organs, tendons and bones, slowly and quickly, all turned into flying ashes and scattered around.

Even if the power of the sword intent left by the great man had long disappeared, it was not something that a mere golden elixir could contend with.

At this moment, the flying knife slowly returned to the gourd.

"The Taoist Wuxiang cultivates the Dao of time and space, you are indeed the true disciple. What a great Lin Zhuanlun!" Mu Zhen was really impressed to see that Lin Bai could use the gourd as a medium to borrow the remaining intention of the great power.

"Since the Taoist Wuxiang cultivates two great ways, he must have infinite wonderful methods, how could he be surrounded and killed?" Lin Bai estimated that even with his current ability, he could fight two or three late Jindan cultivators, and even five or six of them could escape and escape unscathed.

"She is too young, advanced the latest, and has been plotted against for a long time. Under the siege, it is naturally difficult for her to win." Mu Zhen said with a smile.

"Even a cultivator in the late Yuanying stage is naturally sensitive and connected to the Dao of heaven and earth. If others have the intention to harm her, they will definitely be able to detect it. Why didn't the Taoist Wuxiang respond?" Lin Bai asked again.

"That's why we have to take advantage of the Taoist Wuxiang's weakness. If the Taoist Wuxiang is allowed to cultivate for a few thousand years, I'm afraid only those who cultivate the same Dao as her can eliminate her." Mu Zhen said.

"Then your ancestor..." Lin Bai was very curious. If the ancestor of Sister Zhen's family was also a Taoist master, did he take action?

"My ancestor doesn't care about these things, it's just dog biting dog!" Mu Zhen smiled and said gently: "Those great masters are so tall, their life spans are far longer than you and me. A nap is the life of a Jindan and Yuanying cultivator, so they have no time to care about you."

Lin Bai felt relieved.

"But as a Taoist master, your descendants or your sects and clans must be vast, so it's better for you to keep your tail between your legs." Mu Zhen smiled sweetly.

"..." Lin Bai's face became even uglier.

Mu Zhen didn't say anything, but smiled and walked forward.

The two came to the plum tree, Mu Zhen bowed to the two stone statues, but Lin Bai knelt down and saluted the Taoist master Wuxiang.

Lin Bai and the Taoist master Wuxiang were not master and apprentice in name, but they were master and apprentice in reality.

From the Wuzi Secret Realm to the Wuxiang Tomb, and then to the Endless River. Although he encountered dangers repeatedly and narrowly escaped death, he really received the favor of others. The gourd in his hand and the method he practiced were all obtained from the Taoist Master Wuxiang.

Kneeling once is no loss.

After kneeling and standing up, Lin Bai saluted another stone statue.

After worshiping the stone statue, Lin Bai and Mu Zhen went to see the chess game between the two.

The stone table was small, with only a chessboard, but no chess pot for chess pieces, and no one knew where the chess pieces came from.

Looking at the positions of the two stone statues, it should be the Taoist Master Wuxiang who played white and the old man who played black.

The white pieces were in a corner, struggling to survive. The black pieces were opening and closing, with the momentum of swallowing up.

Lin Bai and Jiang Xingchi had also played several times, and he had some experience. But looking at this chess game, the white pieces were really too bad. If the black pieces did not make mistakes, there would be no possibility of a comeback.

There were plum leaves on the chessboard, and a broken stone in the middle.

Looking up at the plum tree again, there were plum fruits on it.

I don't know how long this plum tree has existed. The fruit is as big as a baby's fist, all pink and crystal clear.

Just a slight touch will tell you that this fruit is full of spiritual energy and has a sense of vigor, but it has been deeply planted with the intention of the sword.

I don't know what effect this fruit has, but if you force yourself to take it, you must be able to withstand the destruction of the intention of destruction.

Lin Bai carefully checked the surroundings again and found that the only thing he could take away from here was the chessboard, in addition to the plum fruit.

However, the thing that the auspicious feeling in his heart guided was not the plum fruit, nor the chessboard, but a stone on the chessboard that seemed to be thrown away casually.

This stone should be the remnant of something broken. There are lines on both sides, but there is no mystery. Like the stone statue and stone table, they are all ordinary things.

Lin Bai closed his eyes and thought silently, and found that the lines on the broken stone matched one on his own stone plate!

"The thing of my destiny?" Lin Bai finally understood why the auspicious feeling was so strong.

Lin Bai's destiny is mainly the stone plate, supplemented by fog, but he doesn't know what the two are and where they come from.

At this moment, seeing this stone, the inexplicable sense of closeness made Lin Bai sure that this stone was the fragment of the stone plate!

"If you come to play white, how should you win?" Mu Zhen suddenly laughed and asked.

Lin Bai was frozen by this sentence. He opened his eyes and looked at the chessboard carefully. He thought for a long time and then shook his head. "I am not good at playing chess because of my low level of Taoism."

"Does that mean you admit defeat?" Mu Zhen smiled.

"No." Lin Bai smiled back. "I am not good at drinking tea and playing chess. I am good at picking up the chessboard and hitting it."

"What a great Lin Zhuanlun!" Mu Zhen smiled and clapped her hands. There was no blood on her body. At this moment, she tilted her head slightly, with bright eyes and white teeth. The whole person seemed to be immersed in water and would melt at any time.

Since Lin Bai met Sister Zhen in Daoyin Sect, she has been asked for it repeatedly. She did not stop the night before coming here. I didn't expect that she would be excited again at this moment.

I don't know if it's because he is very hungry or for some other reason, but Lin Bai actually feels afraid. It's not that the Hunyuan body is not good, but he can't figure out why she is so coquettish and how to ask for it.

"Sister Zhen!" Lin Bai put aside his evil thoughts and said seriously: "Now the opportunity is here, plum tree fruit, chessboard, broken stone. Three things, which do you want?"

"I want you." Mu Zhen's voice was very low, and her eyes were soft.

Hearing this, Lin Bai couldn't help but think of Sister Huanhuan in a trance!

Lin Bai has always been clean and self-disciplined. Among the women he met, Sister Huanhuan is the most infatuated.

"Be serious in front of two masters!" Lin Bai scolded.

Mu Zhen chuckled, and then said: "I want a chessboard and a fruit!"

There are nine plum tree fruits in total.

"What is the use of this fruit?" Lin Bai asked.

"It looks like it should be washed by the sword every day. As for what it is used for, I have to think about it and taste it." Mu Zhen raised an eyebrow and looked at Lin Bai.

Lin Bai guessed that she didn't know, but it must be a good thing, and he would let Sister Pei taste it later!

The two of them bowed to the stone statue again. Lin Bai collected the broken stone plate, took nine more fruits, and handed one to Mu Zhen.

Mu Zhen respectfully put away the chessboard, and saw the chess pieces turned into nothingness.

"Playing chess with the meaning of the Great Dao is really a great move." Mu Zhen sighed.

"This is undoubtedly the Taoist Master Wuxiang." Lin Bai looked at his cheap master, then looked at another stone statue, and asked, "Sister Zhen, do you know who this senior is?"

This stone statue is a vicissitudes of life old man, with a beard up to his chest, drooping eyebrows, but the face is very blurry. Even in front of him, he still feels like watching flowers from afar, and can't see clearly.

"It can't be said." Mu Zhen whispered.

"..." Lin Bai was stunned. He had asked Sister Zhen who was the mastermind behind the siege of the Taoist Master Wuxiang before, and Sister Zhen said that if he said something, it would be known, and he was a person who couldn't be said.

Lin Bai looked at Mu Zhen.

Mu Zhen nodded and admitted it.