Lord please forgive me

Chapter 162 Please trouble the leader

Twelve scrolls hang quietly on the cave wall. Although the lotus lantern is no longer there, Yingzhen can still see the contents clearly. His consciousness wanders in the cave, and he can't help but gasp cool air,
Twelve scrolls, twelve exercises.

However, Yingzhen also knows very well that the three scrolls she came into contact with the first time are not considered to have completed her cultivation so far. In addition, she still has a half-knowledge of Jianxin Tongming. The whole journey of martial arts lies in the word "clear", just like the "truth" of Taoism and the "emptiness" of monks.

So Yingzhen is not in a hurry at this moment, firstly all the exercises are stored in his mind, no one will take them away, and secondly, the memory fused in his brain also tells him that some exercises are really not easy to do. to touch.

First, she found a clear stream, washed off the blood stains on her face, and bent over to look at the very familiar face in the stream, Yingzhen felt that she was full of body and mind at this moment, and the altar was clear.

Yingzhen, who died in the battle of Mingjing Lake, was finally too dead to die, but the memory he left behind brought Yingzhen back to life today.

It is not only a memory, but also a real life experience. Many past events, such as laughing and cursing, love and hate entanglement, turned into strands of thought and finally completely melted into Ying Zhen's blood.

Yingzhen closed her eyes and stood quietly on a large open space that was already full of scars, recalling all the past, thinking of some happy things, the corners of her mouth could not help but chuckle, and if she thought of some troublesome things, her eyebrows would sink, and she would In this way, the handsome young man sometimes burst into laughter, sometimes depressed, and sometimes burst into tears.
From then on, he didn't have to be too tight to avoid being noticed by others, and he didn't have to ask questions about what he didn't know, and he didn't have to restrain his hands and feet, so he didn't dare to kill people.

The lotus lamp is called Changshengzhan, which is the Taoist treasure. It has been handed down for thousands of years and has been handed down by twelve generations of immortals. The Changshengzhan can be divided into virtual and real. Yun heaven and earth luck.

The former Demon Emperor Yingyuan was the No.11 owner of the Changshengzhan, passed down from father to son, and Yingzhen was the No.12. Therefore, among the twelve scrolls, there will be [Datong Tianshou] and 【Originally minded things】,
[Jianxin Tongming] came from a land sword fairy a hundred years ago, and [Small Atmosphere Jue] was an improvement made by Huang Benchu, an ascended celestial master 200 years ago, based on the Taoist Qi training method [Da Qi Jue].

Now the real ones of longevity lamps have been taken away to repay their luck, and the empty ones have been crushed, leaving only twelve volumes of exercises, which has broken the inheritance of longevity, and there will be no No. 13 masters.

Yingzhen, who has a complete memory, now knows very well that she should be in the front line of the state of inaction and the state of chaos, and she can't go up or down, which is very embarrassing.

If you want to return to the Hunyuan Realm, you need an opportunity. Of course, this opportunity is not outside, but in Yingzhen himself, although he has already had the experience of peeking into the Hunyuan, but that time he took the edge of the sword to kill Righteous way, entered Daxia alone, broke through half of the Daxia rivers and lakes, beheaded more than [-] people, and finally stepped into Hunyuan when he was about to lose in the battle with Spear Saint Taishi Nest.

It is an act against the heavens that his self-cultivation of the gods and fairyland with unparalleled chances will be counterintuitive. Naturally, he will be countered by the aura in his body and lead to demons. In the Hunyuan Realm, he chose to borrow Jiang Shan's [Hao Zai] spirit body, and the hostile energy has not been eliminated and he did not know it.

The battle of Mingjing Lake has been divided,
As for why Ye Xuan cheated, he didn't know. He didn't know if he took this opportunity to get rid of the burden of Tianji Pavilion in order to go further, or to cover Ye Chong's rebellion by deliberately showing a loophole.

Yingzhen took a few sips of clear water, waved her hands and smiled, then turned and headed north, one step at a time.

There is an end to the mountains, and on an open plain, deep forests are scattered, and the river finally slowed down here, flowing quietly,
Under an old tree, a bonfire was lit, crackling.

A black and skinny middle-aged man brought a wild boar three times his size from nowhere. The black-haired wild boar had no scars on its body, but it had lost its breath.

The middle-aged man disemboweled the wild boar by the stream next to the bonfire, and the blood melted into the stream, dyeing it bright red, but it only took a moment. After the middle-aged man cleaned up the wild boar, the stream became clear again.

With a sword, he picked up a piece of pork belly from the belly of a wild boar, and the middle-aged man sat quietly by the campfire and roasted it. A piece of roasted meat with a strong aroma.

The middle-aged man is dressed like an ordinary martial artist, but with a protruding seal, a straight nose, and thick lips, his face looks very majestic.

Yingzhen was already approaching within a few steps, and picked up a piece of bluestone with the tip of his toes in the grass, and it landed firmly beside the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, his eyes were still on the piece of pork belly, his expression full of anticipation.

Yingzhen lifted up the corner of her clothes, sat down on the bluestone, leaned close to the campfire and sniffed a few times, and said:
"It smells pretty good, but I know the taste is definitely not going to be much better, but I'm really hungry. Is this one mine?"

The middle-aged man looked at Yingzhen with a smile, and said in surprise:
"I've worked so hard to kill a pig, disembowel and roast meat. How can I become my brother's? And my brother still teased me that this piece of meat tastes bad, so I can't give it to you."

Yingzhen laughed, not paying attention, she spread her palms close to the campfire, and didn't take them back until they were hot, and rubbed them together.
"You have been following for a long time, but you didn't show up, and asked me to take care of your junior brother on the boat. Isn't this hard work worth a piece of meat?"

The middle-aged man gave a shy smile in embarrassment, and with a rather reluctant expression, he skewered the almost roasted pork with a branch and handed it to Yingzhen.

"Haha, look at my memory, it's worth it, my stunned younger brother will take the trouble to win the leader for the time being,"

"It's really troublesome."

Yingzhen took the pork unceremoniously, and didn't mind burning her mouth. She took a bite, and the lard overflowed, making her lips greasy.
"The taste is really mediocre. You should add some condiments. Many of the weeds in the mountains and plains can be flavored. You are really lazy."

The middle-aged man put a piece of meat on the fire again, hehe smiled,
"Isn't it just lazy? The servant of the official department is lazy to do it, and he doesn't want to be a nine-rank sword servant. He can do whatever he wants without restraint, just be at ease."

This middle-aged man is called Cao Xiaozhi. Others don't know his real name, but they call him Longting Feijian.

(End of this chapter)