That night, Taoist Qingsong kept an eye on the changes in the Star Banner;
That night, Ji Yuan slept soundly in the small temple far away in the Southern Wasteland Continent;
That night, Yan Fei and Lu Chengfeng both felt that after the fierce battle with the demons in the middle of the night, they seemed to have broken through some of their own shackles to a certain extent. Not only did their martial arts show signs of improvement, but their understanding of martial arts also reached a higher level;
That night, far away in the land of Dazhen in Yunzhou, Dongtu, the divine detective Wang Ke was summoned to the palace late at night to meet the current Dazhen emperor and was appointed as the inspector of the three judicial offices, the Ministry of Justice, the Dali Temple, and the Censorate. Because the three judicial offices each had two gates, the emperor ordered the appointment of the chief detective of the six gates, who could set up a gate office;
That night, Du Heng sat quietly at the mouth of the Tongtian River upstream with a knife in his hand, watching the rolling waves. At the same time, he also felt something in his heart, and danced wildly with the knife on the river bank at night;
That night, Zuo Wuji tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. The fight with the demons and the looks of those pillars of their families who died because of the demons on the street corners kept appearing in his mind. Finally, Zuo Wuji simply threw back the quilt and put on his pants, went to the backyard of the inn with a flat stick in his hand, and danced wildly with the stick with his bare chest in the snow.
“Whoosh…whoosh…woosh…woosh…woosh…”
A flat staff turned into an afterimage in Zuo Wuji's hand. Under the flat staff were stick techniques, spear techniques, sword techniques, and even hammer techniques. Above his hands and feet were fist techniques, claw techniques, palm techniques, and leg techniques...
All the martial arts that had long been trained to the point of being instinctive were used in turn by Zuo Wuji. His extraordinary talent allowed him to master everything.
Zuo Wuji danced wildly for half the night, but he was still not exhausted. Finally, he spun the flat stick above his head for several times, and then he held it in his hand and pounded it hard on the ground beside him.
"boom… "
The frozen mud under his feet was poked into a shallow pit by the flat stick. Zuo Wuji's bare upper body was like a diamond, and above the red body was billowing steam. Even the flat stick in his hand had become scorching hot.
Nearly half of the horse racing field in the backyard of the inn was extremely clean. The thick snow was swept away from the left Wuji as the center, and only the remaining snow was outside the outer circle.
Zuo Wuji just stood there motionless holding the stick. The dark sky was covered with clouds and it started snowing again. The snowflakes melted immediately when they fell on him...
On the second floor of the inn, Yan Fei and Lu Chengfeng also did not sleep all night. For as long as Zuo Wuji practiced martial arts in the backyard of the inn, their two masters stood secretly by the windows of their respective rooms and watched him.
Although Zuo Wuji below was still a little immature, he had demonstrated his amazing talent in martial arts more than once. Yan Fei looked at Zuo Wuji standing quietly in the snow, glanced at the sword in his hand, and actually felt a slight sense of frustration, but it was only for a moment, then he grinned and went back to bed to sleep.
Lu Chengfeng in the other room also looked at Zuo Wuji with a complicated and gratified expression. He then uncorked the wine gourd in his hand and was about to drink the wine when he stopped. He looked inside the gourd and shook it. There was probably only a mouthful of wine left in his mouth.
After thinking for a while, Lu Chengfeng tossed the wine gourd in his hand, and then threw it out of the window. The wine gourd drew an arc and then gently fell ten feet in front of Zuo Wuji. The whole process was silent, without any sound at all.
After doing all this, Lu Chengfeng clenched his fists and lay back on the bed.
At dawn, a hazy light appeared in the sky. In some corners of the city, the big roosters that had been shivering in the chicken coops all night because of the monsters, at this moment, jumped out proudly, and crowed towards the morning glow that had just appeared in the distance.
“Oh~~~~Oh—”
The sound of roosters crowing came one after another. The morning light shone on Zuo Wuji's face. His eyes slowly opened. He shook off the snow on his body and looked down. Not far away, he saw Fourth Master's wine gourd.
"Hiss... I just feel a little cold."
Zuo Wuji stretched his arms and legs, walked forward, lowered his head, picked up the wine gourd, uncorked it and poured it into his mouth, but he only gulped it down and the wine ran out immediately.
Zuo Wuji shook the wine gourd and looked at the mouth of the gourd.
"No, just one bite?"
Shaking his head, Zuo Wuji threw the wine gourd in his hand that had been drained of wine behind him, then kicked the flat stick beside him, causing it to flip over and reach his shoulder. The gourd also rolled a few times in the air at this moment, and the hemp rope on it just happened to hang on the end of the flat stick.
Carrying a flat stick and hanging a wine gourd, Zuo Wuji walked towards the inn building leisurely.
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In the Nichen Temple of Nanhuangzhou, Ji Yuan slowly opened his eyes with the morning light shining on his face, and sat up from the floor. He did not fold the quilt immediately, but sat quietly there for a long time. After a long time, Ji Yuan gently raised his right hand, pretended to hold a chess piece, and lightly pressed the empty space in front of him.
"Lying in a small temple in the dust, I have made a chess game beyond thousands of mountains and rivers. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a masterly move, right?"
After muttering something, Ji Yuan stood up and started to dress.
…
The night Yan Fei and the other two arrived in Tianyu Continent, what happened in the city that night was naturally a big event for Ji Yuan, Yunshan Guan, Zuo Wuji and other parties involved. However, for the entire situation of good and evil in Tianyu Continent, at least in the eyes of both sides, it was only a small ripple and could not even be noticed.
Mortals have their own sufferings and struggles, but in the eyes of mortals, immortals living in the clouds also have their own difficulties to face.
After Taiyun Feige returned to Tianyuzhou, the entire Taiyun Sect became more and more active in Tianyuzhou. This immortal sect once had a reputation in Tianyuzhou that was no less than that of Qianyuan Sect. Although it is not as well-known as Qianyuan Sect in the immortal world now, it is still a famous immortal sect.
Being located in the same territory of Tianyuzhou, the Taiyun Sect certainly did not stand idly by, and joined forces with some immortal and Buddhist sects in Tianyuzhou to fight against the evil spirits.
"Boom..."
Thunder sounded in the sky again. It was the time of spring thunder, but the land of Tianyuzhou was still not thawed. Fortunately, the temperature seemed to have risen compared to the severe winter, and the cold should not continue forever. In addition, the gods in the temple were consulted, which made the people on earth breathe a sigh of relief.
More than a dozen Taiyun Sect monks were flying on the clouds at this time. They were standing together on a Dharma cloud and flying above the clouds. They could see lightning rolling in the clouds. This thunder was spring thunder, not the result of anyone's spell.
"The spring thunder sounds on time, indicating that the solar terms and weather are gradually returning to normal."
A middle-aged monk from the Taiyun Sect said this, and a slightly younger monk next to him responded.
"That's right, but it's really scary when a True Immortal fights with all his might. I don't know when I can reach the True Immortal realm..."
"You?" "Brother, you..."
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Some of the Taiyun Sect monks nearby wanted to laugh, and some had already laughed. The monk was not annoyed, but just looked at his fellow disciples and said something lightly.
"Without the heart to achieve enlightenment, how can you actually achieve enlightenment? All of you will be left behind by me within two hundred years."
"Yes, Senior Brother has lofty ambitions!"
"Been taught a lesson!"
"Okay, pay attention, we're almost there."
As soon as the middle-aged monk riding the cloud spoke, everyone immediately quieted down. A small hill appeared in front of them, and behind the hill were patches of dark clouds. The clouds were very low, so the monks of Taiyun Sect riding the cloud could not see the situation on the other side of the hill clearly.
The fairy light quickly flew over the hill. The cultivator who was determined to become a true immortal made hand gestures and cast a spell, mobilizing all his magic power. Then he clasped his hands together, stretched them forward, concentrated his mind, and spoke.
"Separate the clouds and disperse the fog."
The moment the words fell, the monk's clasped hands opened to the left and right, and the dark clouds far below were also pulled by the magic and began to slowly separate to the sides, constantly dissipating in the process.
The sunlight from the sky shone down to the place where the dark clouds parted and dissipated, but the monks of Taiyun Sect said nothing behind it. Everyone stood on the clouds and flew in that direction in silence.
In the eyes of the monks of Taiyun Sect, there was a city of not too small a size below. It was already dawn, but the city was deathly silent. Not to mention the bustling voices in the streets, there was not even a dog barking.
Even viewed from the sky, the city looked somewhat dilapidated, with many tall towers collapsed, and many places on the city's streets and houses being dyed red. The monks of Taiyun Sect knew very well where these colors came from.
"There is no body..."
"Let's go down and take a look, fellow brothers and sisters, let's each check the surroundings."
"Okay." "Yeah."
After a brief response, the Taiyun Sect monks who were originally riding on the same Dharma cloud dispersed, some riding the clouds or controlling the wind, flying towards various directions in the city, while some landed directly on the ground and stepped onto the streets of the city.
The monk who was originally riding the cloud flew to the location of the City God Temple with the remaining man and woman before landing.
The temple in front of us has long been in ruins. After walking a few steps inside, we can see many leaning statues of gods, some with broken hands and feet, some with shattered heads and bodies. Not a single statue is intact.
"Hey, it seems that there are a lot of demons coming. Recently, there are more and more cases of the whole town being harmed by demons..."
"But, but this city has at least tens of thousands of people! Such a big city..."
While the two monks were in shock and sighing, the monk who was determined to become an immortal frowned and thought for a long time before speaking.
"There are tens of thousands of people in this city. The demons devoured them all in such a short period of time? I'm afraid that's impossible!"
The stomachs of monsters and demons are not really bottomless pits. They will feel full even if they eat humans.
"Junior brother, you mean..."
"I'm afraid many mortals were taken abducted."
"Abducted?"
The seemingly young monk nodded and continued.
"The recent demons may be related to Heihuang. These people may..."
The conversation did not continue here, but the female cultivator on the side took over with gritted teeth.
"People... Animals... Country!"