Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 98
"Dead? How did he die?" Ji Ruofeng stood up.

"He died on the way of Yunyou to the North Territory, but the news hasn't reached the school yet, so the school doesn't know about it. We just found out." Iron Mask Officer replied.

Ji Ruofeng nodded, picked up the pen on the table, quickly wrote some words on the paper, and then handed it to the Iron Mask Officer: "Pass to Xiao Ruofeng, this is the news he wants."

"Yes." Iron Mask took the note and threw it into the grid on the wall.

Ji Ruofeng gently supported his mask with his hands: "Northern...outside the region...Zhuge clan..."

True Martial Concept.

The four of Baili Dongjun and his party had already reached the entrance of the Taoist temple, but the whole Taoist temple was extraordinarily quiet in the dark night, without any sparks, as if it were a death temple.

"Here... is there really what we're looking for?" Yin Luoxia stretched out her hand towards Baili Dongjun.

"Go and have a look inside." Ye Dingzhi blew and lit a torch.

"Taoist methods are myriad of mysteries, everyone, please be careful when the time comes, and don't leave me more than ten feet away." Zhao Yujia reminded.

Everyone nodded. They were all people who practiced martial arts since they were young. They could feel the potential danger just by intuition, but the taste of this Taoist temple...is very wrong.

"Disciple Zhao Yujia, come to pay a visit, and please don't be offended by the patriarch." Zhao Yujia bowed to the Zhenwu Hall.

"Why are there no Taoist priests in the temple?" Yin Luoxia asked.

"There are countless Taoist temples in Tianqi City, and the perfumes are very prosperous. Zhenwu Temple has only one statue of Emperor Zhenwu. Compared with others, it is indeed a bit deserted, and now it belongs to Honglu Temple. There are no real people practicing here. At night , everyone dispersed, and once the gate was locked, no one would come." Zhao Yujia explained.

"Is this Taoist temple so worthless? There is nothing worth stealing?" Yin Luoxia asked.

"Yes, but it depends on whether you have the guts to steal it." Zhao Yujia smiled, waved his hand, and sprinkled a piece of gold powder. After the gold powder dispersed, through the light of the fire, you can still see thin strips of gold powder. Silk thread is tied on the threshold of entering the temple.

"Panlongsi from Honghe Temple?" Ye Dingzhi frowned slightly.

Zhao Yujia bent down, took out a wooden sword and tapped it lightly: "Panlong silk is made of fine iron, so thin that it is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, but it is also sharp enough to cut iron like mud. There is no more secretive weapon than him in the world. Honglu Temple is really fierce, if a thief steps in without paying attention, I am afraid that he will not be able to stand up in this life."

Baili Dongjun pulled out his Wusanchen, swiped his long sword, and cut off the dragon silk in an instant. He smiled: "It doesn't seem to be that sharp."

"This is the sword of Immortal Palace, but this is just the most common Panlongsi." Zhao Yujia smiled.

"Is there any unusual Panlongsi?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"Then you have to ask Master Qing Xia of Honglu Temple." Zhao Yujia stepped in first.

"Wait, how do you know that my sword is of the Immortal Palace?" Baili Dongjun suddenly came to his senses.

Zhao Yu pretended to slow down, and then replied: "There are countless swords in this way, and you can know it at a glance."

"This is the statue of Emperor Zhenwu." Yin Luoxia walked in, then raised her head, "His sword is the Immortal Palace Sword."

I saw that the statue of Emperor Zhenwu was nine feet tall, majestic and majestic, standing beside his feet was a golden boy and jade girl holding a roster, and on both sides were two five-foot-tall turtle and snake generals. However, the ground-reaching sword in Emperor Zhenwu's hand is made of real fine iron, and it is seven feet long. If the sword is slashed horizontally, it will surely cut a person in half.

"We've arrived, so what should we do next? Our clue is nothing more than that line of poetry." Baili Dongjun looked around, "We've arrived here, but we don't know what to look for."

Yin Luoxia raised her head and looked at the statue of Emperor Zhenwu without taking her eyes off it.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Dingzhi asked her.

"I always feel...he is looking at me?" Yin Luoxia was puzzled.

Then the eyeballs of Emperor Zhenwu rolled around like that.

Yin Luoxia rubbed her eyes hastily: "Is it my eyes?"

"I saw it too. The Emperor Zhenwu's eyes just rolled around." Ye Dingzhi handed the fire pocket to Yin Luoxia, and then he jumped up and slashed at the statue of Emperor Zhenwu with his palm.

"Boy, this statue has gone through three generations and is invaluable. If you destroy it, even if you become a disciple of the school in the end, you will have to pay back money!" A voice as pure and thick as a bell rang out, and a burst of true energy emanated from the statue, shaking everyone. Ye Dingzhi fell to the ground heavily.

"Who!" Ye Dingzhi shouted angrily.

"I am a good man." The golden boy statue rolled its eyes.

"I am a believer." The mouth of the jade girl statue raised upwards.

"I'm a water turtle." The turtle on the left shook the gun in his hand.

"I am a Fire Snake." The snake general on the right spat out a snake letter.

"I am Emperor Zhenwu!" Emperor Zhenwu opened his mouth slightly.

"Everything in the world is me, and I am also everything."

"Smite, what are you pretending to be a true god!" Zhao Yujia stretched out his hand and knocked down the fire, sparks shot out, instantly lighting up the candles in the hall.

The image of Emperor Zhenwu instantly returned to calm, but there was a shadow moving rapidly in the hall.

"If you don't see the real martial arts come to this world, how dare all the devils in the world dare to fight against you!"

The sound was like a bell, shaking the candle flame violently.

"It's that poem, we've come to the right place!" Yin Luoxia was overjoyed.

The man floated to the ground, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a white dust whisk in his hand, his eyes swiveled up and down, and there were actually two pupils in one eye.

"No, you came here by mistake." The Taoist priest with double pupils smiled slightly.

"Double pupils." Ye Dingzhi said in a deep voice.

"Cangjie's four eyes are the history of the Yellow Emperor. I never thought that there are people with double pupils in the world." Baili Dongjun said in shock.

"A mortal with double pupils can take half a step to the realm of the gods. A cultivator with double pupils can reach the sky with one step. Who are you?" Zhao Yujia changed from his previous laziness and indifference, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"I am your punishment. Because you went to the wrong place, you should be punished." The Taoist with double pupils smiled slightly.

"Are you from the school?" Ye Dingzhi asked.

"As I said, everything is me, and I am everything." The Taoist with double pupils flicked his whisk.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Baili Dongjun stepped over, drew his sword and slashed.

"It's a good sword." The Taoist with two pupils flicked his fly whisk and wrapped up Bu Ranchen, "It's a pity that people who use swords are not good enough."

"What is punishment?" Ye Dingzhi asked.

"If you beat me, go to the real martial arts. If you lose, you will wait here for the dawn." The Taoist with double pupils waved his hand, "Then, please?"

"No! Get out!" Zhao Yujia got up and jumped out, and the mahogany sword on his back was unsheathed in response, and a red light shone on the blade.

(End of this chapter)