Chapter 205: Venerable Master Jiang, Mr. Dongfang and Spirit Destroyer.
Chapter 205: The Venerable Jiang Clan Mr. Dongfang and the Spirit Destroyer Master Tai
The night was deep.
On the wide bed couch in the bedchamber, Little Yellow curled up into a ball and huffed and puffed.
Xin Zhuo’s left hand separated the jade pillow under his neck, and his right hand condensed in the air, only to see that above the bed, eight lances of true qi condensed soldiers, one moment forming a “one” character, and the other moment forming a “sun” character.
Turn a moment to close, eight handles of true qi condensed soldiers and turned into a sword, first composed of the word “dry”, and then turned into the word “kill”.
The next moment the small swords turned into “sword”, “stick”, “halberd”, “axe”, “battle-axe”, “hook”, “fork” and so on.
Anything you can think of in your head can be transformed, and everything is so silky smooth and easy.
“Isn’t this still like playing?”
After thinking about it, he had a bright idea, he clamped out those two small swords “the essence of the essence”, Xuan Ice Heavenly Thunder true qi pounds and pounds, instantly destroying the residual traces inside, instilling his own true qi.
A moment of mind, through the two sword body.
Right hand index finger, middle finger gently turn, two flying swords wrapped in a terrifying aura of severity, a flash and go, quickly turn, like a finger.
“The essence of the life of the army” this is not coming?
I can maneuver two of them?
Let’s make do for now, we’ll talk about it later!
I put away my “little sword of life” and closed my eyes to sleep.
In a daze, it seemed that a soul-shaking breath suddenly arrived in front of the bed.
A subtle seemingly heaven and earth momentum like the aura flickered and disappeared.
Xin Zhuo was violently awake, and was about to open his eyes, but felt that this breath did not have any malice.
What is he doing here? What is he doing here?
While pondering, a pair of rough old hands pressed three feet in the air towards his pulse.
That’s right! Although there was no contact, it was clearly like being held by a pair of rough old hands!
Candlelight flickering, at this moment in front of the bed stood a beard and hair white, full of age spots, dying old man, waist and back slightly hunched, but a pair of old eyes full of sternness.
At first glance, this scene was a little shocking, but with the old man’s face filled with the color of love, and gradually dispersed.
Unfortunately, after a few moments, the old man’s face revealed a trace of doubt, which then changed to disappointment, and his figure flickered, disappearing into the room.
It was unknown how he entered, and it was unknown how he disappeared.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and gently moved his body, it was a bit cold, that old man’s true qi actually followed his wrist and spread to his whole body’s meridians.
Trying?
This body of his own ghost meridians coupled with the addition of the Moonwatcher’s Well gong method, he could not even see it himself, the honored one must be stronger than the Moonwatcher’s Well, right?
……
The moonlight is bright.
The old man went out of the room and hobbled towards the Venerable One’s tower, only his back was a little more stooped, and the moonlight stretched his silhouette very long.
An old face was filled with disheveled and unwillingness.
At that moment, he suddenly stopped and looked up to the front, in front of him stood a figure under the moonlight.
A head full of silver gray hair, the face does not show old age, only the hands are like tree bark, the aura of old age, see the old man looks, a light smile : “Brother Jiang, you and I are afraid that there are thirty years have not seen?”
The old man sighed: “Thirty-one years and eight months, back then you were the dumbest, but got the moment column thirteen, I am quite impressed with you!”
Mr. Dongfang had a smile on his face that didn’t match his age, and raised the wine altar in his hand: “Qingyangfang, the Old White Dried Wine in the winery opened by the old drunkard’s grandson back then, even though the old drunkard passed away many years ago, the pungency has stayed!”
“Go!” The old man nodded.
With a flash, the two of them disappeared, and when they reappeared, they arrived at the top of the “Venerable Tower”.
The Ghost Head Buddha and the Great Sword Saint sitting at the door of the tower below hadn’t even realized it in the slightest.
Simple and simple tower top, Mr. Dongfang took out two cups, poured two cups of wine, he first drank, looking out the window and lamented: “a hundred years is just a snap of the fingers, I still remember when I was young and unkempt, came to the capital, stood barefooted by the roadside and stared blankly.
At that time, His Majesty Xuanzong had just ascended to the throne, the new king’s ambition was in all directions, and the Great Zhou was full of vigor and vitality. Jiang brother suave is young, white horse luxury car lead slave whistling street, caused the pedestrians have to give way, Jiang brother know what I thought in my heart at that time?”
Jiang Yong venerable eyes also revealed a trace of reminiscence, and then laughed, picked up the wine cup and drink: “How do you think?” Mr. Dongfang laughed: “I just want to ah, when I can be like Jiang’s son you that dashing on it!”
Jiang Yong laughed: “Young and foolish, do not mention it again! Your kid from the western region of the White Crane Hill, is also a famous sect, but the arrogance of the heart does not care to the name of the sect of the world, and then branched out into the Great Zhou, once famous, gifted, who dares to underestimate? His Majesty Xuanzong recruited you to join the palace, seven times politely refused, the eighth time into the Sword Division, eleven years to drink horses in the North Cang, who dares to prey on his front?”
Mr. Dongfang shook his head and laughed: “The past is not traceable! Do you still remember, Shangguan Miss’s immortal posture, Song Gongzi’s spirited, Linghu demoness’s heavenly beauty stunning enchanting country, and that little fat man who loves to drink later on the old drunkard pretending to be ignorant …….”
Said couldn’t help but laugh.
Jiang Yong sighed: “It is a pity that the red face of the end of the white bone, amazing talent also into the lonely grave, that ‘mountain’ is not good on? The old man moment column but the seventh, you kid moment column thirteen, now still living, is not just a little bit of courage?”
“One of the martial arts paths, small guts will not be able to break through in the end!”
Mr. Dongfang smiled bitterly: “Ye Chen and Qin Wuji broke through, and now have entered the ranks of the heavenly ladder, I’m afraid of a long life, free and easy!”
Jiang Yong laughed: “The seven days of the green rain, the great world is coming, you have also entered the venerable, you and I have survived so far, it is not a fortunate thing!”
Mr. Dongfang nodded his head: “That’s also right! Actually …… I wanted to apologize to Brother Jiang!”
Jiang Yong poured himself a cup: “My nephew and grandson’s meridians?”
Mr. Dongfang nodded slightly.
Jiang Yong laughed lightly: “I won’t make things difficult with you on this matter, there is no need for disputes between you and me two old bones, but whether he lets you go or not, I don’t know!”
Mr. Dongfang lost his smile: “Brother Jiang won’t think that your nephew or grandson can still catch up with me?”
Jiang Yong sighed: “Who can say what will happen in this world? Being able to come back from Volsung Mountain alive is not the result of his destiny.”
Mr. Dongfang was silent.
Jiang Yong looked into the distance and drank another cup to himself: “The Spirit Destroying Little Nun didn’t enter the Venerable, I’m afraid that there’s no chance, that kid made the arrangement, it’s useless for you to drag the old man down!”
Mr. Dongfang frowned.
……
Under the shadows outside of Wuzhu, at this moment, there was a pale nun figure standing, a pair of old eyes scanning over the door of Wuzhu, falling into silence.
In front of Wuzhu’s main gate, there stood an eye-catching sign reading.
“Spirit Exterminators, Orientals and Dogs are not allowed to enter!”
Below the sign, seven people were seated on a platter, their imposing presence undisguised.
Cicada Yi was clearly among them.
As the moon gradually sloped to the west, the nun’s pale figure finally slowly turned around and disappeared into the night.
“The top floor of the Tower of Honor.
Only Jiang Yong’s silhouette was left, and the wine altar on the side was already askew, with not a drop left.
The color of disappointment in his muddy old eyes became heavier: “Is there still hope?”
“Boom–“
“Buzz–“
In front of the door under the tower, the Ghost Headed Buddha and the Great Sword Saint entered the half-step Great Master at the same time, just a thread short of the Great Master.
Their entire bodies were wrapped in an overwhelming aura as they simultaneously rose and clasped their fists: “Thank you, Venerable One, for completing this! The disciples have entered the Ancient Half-step Grandmaster!”
An old voice came from the top of the tower: “Thank that old Eastern devil as well!”
After a moment of silence, he added: “The two of you go to the Northern Cang! Look for Yin Coffin Sect Xiao Xiao, he owes old me a favor, fetch the Yellow Spring Sacred Pill and return, open the martial vein for that grandson of mine!”
“Here!”
(End of chapter)