The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 143 No Cliffs

Although Ding Chunqiu was miserable, he did not die after all.

Yi Qingchen asked the car dealers and boat dealers around, confirmed the direction of Leigu Mountain, and then rushed to Leigu Mountain with Ding Chunqiu.

As for Li Qiushui.

If she hadn't definitely returned to Xixia Palace, it wouldn't take much effort to find her.

It's better to let her torment, if she has the ability to drive the Tianshan Child Elder to a corner, it will be convenient for Yi Qingchen to collect the "Eight Desolation and Six Harmonies only I am the only one".

After traveling for only two days, Yi Qingchen has arrived at Leigu Mountain, and soon found the hut where Su Xinghe and Wu Yazi lived in seclusion.

"Mr. Wu Yazi, Mr. Su Xinghe, Yi Qingchen is here to visit, please show up."

Su Xinghe appeared in a flash, with a look of surprise on his face.

When I looked carefully, I was surprised with a hint of panic.

Many people know that he lives in Leigu Mountain as a deaf-mute, including his arch enemy Ding Chunqiu.

But the news that Wu Yazi is still alive is known to no one except himself, not even his eight disciples who were expelled from the sect.

How does this person know?
Could it be that Ding Chunqiu sent me to test me?

Su Xinghe bound himself to the deaf-mute oath, he dared not open his mouth, he just gestured with sign language.

Yi Qingchen had the patience to play charades with him, and directly threw Ding Chunqiu in front of Su Xinghe.

"Mr. Su, Ding Chunqiu's martial arts have been abolished by me, you don't have to keep the deaf-mute oath he imposed on you."

Su Xinghe was even more astonished, and hurriedly lowered his head to look.

Yi Qingchen shook his head, no wonder the Xiaoyao Sect from Wu Yazi to Su Xinghe to eight apprentices together couldn't beat Ding Chunqiu.

Not only did he not practice martial arts seriously, he didn't even have any precautions.

If Yi Qingchen encountered this kind of situation, he would definitely step back first, and then use a weapon to scratch Ding Chunqiu's face and body to see if it is Yi Rong or the master is poisonous, how can he easily get closer and observe?

"It's really this villain!"

Su Xinghe was overjoyed, mentioned Ding Chunqiu and rushed into the room shouting: "Master, God has eyes, this villain Ding Chunqiu has been abolished in martial arts, finally got his bad reward."

Yi Qingchen followed into the room, only to see Wu Yazi hanging in the air like in the novel, sitting in the air.

He ignored Su Xinghe's yelling, and turned to look at Yi Qingchen.

The invisible and insubstantial aura rushed towards Yi Qingchen as he turned his head. Although it was not overbearing, it was indeed the application of aura.

Yi Qingchen frowned, feeling a little surprised.

Wu Yazi's martial arts cultivation level is much higher than Li Qiushui's, Li Qiushui's skill is not good.

However, Yi Qingchen's research in this area is deeper, and he seems to be unaware of Wu Yazi's imposing manner.

He chuckled lightly and said: "The head of the Xiaoyao Sect really deserves its reputation, Mr. Wu Yazi, if you are not distracted by miscellaneous chores but concentrate on martial arts, even ten Ding Chunqiu's sneak attack will not be able to hurt you."

Wu Yazi withdrew his momentum, his eyes were both surprised and relieved, and finally he showed a bit of a smile.

"He is my apprentice, and I have no defense against him, so what if the martial arts are ten levels higher?"

Wu Yazi shook his head: "The old things are like dreams, it's been a lifetime, so there's no point in mentioning these things again. Since Mr. Yi knows the past of our Xiaoyao Sect, he should also know about the Xiaoyao Sect. I wonder if you would like to join my Xiaoyao Sect?"

"Ok?"

Yi Qingchen was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "Old man, your martial arts may not be as high as mine, and it is impossible for me to come down from the next generation to worship you as my teacher."

"Hehe, Mr. Yi is able to take care of Ding Chunqiu, he is naturally a hero in the world, how could this old man be so aggressive?"

Wu Yazi smiled and said: "I want to accept apprentices on behalf of my master, and I will give you my 70 years of martial arts, and I will also give you the head of the Xiaoyao Sect. Xinghe and his apprentices are certainly not powerful, but the power of my senior sister and junior sister is not to be underestimated." Look, what do you think, Mr. Yi?"

For Wu Yazi, every day now is suffering.

He has become crippled, except for his hands and head, he cannot move at all.

Even more forced by Ding Chunqiu to hide in this hut, trapped like a prisoner for 30 years.

He was going crazy.

In the novel, he transmits his internal energy to others. Although he intends to seek revenge from the inheritor, the idea of ​​seeking relief also occupies a large part.

Living with hemiplegia is too painful for him who pursues romanticism.

He thought that he would have to wait a long time to find a suitable candidate, but he didn't expect that suddenly a handsome young man brought Ding Chunqiu to his door.

Just looking at Yi Qingchen's appearance, temperament, and martial arts, one can tell that he is the inheritance disciple he is looking for, and he is simply the most perfect successor of the Xiaoyao School.

Only a fool would pass up this opportunity.

"This business is still done."

Yi Qingchen said: "Senior brother only needs a part of his internal energy, now that Ding Chunqiu is dead, with nephew Su and disciples serving him, senior brother can go to see the great rivers and mountains, don't rush to die."

Wu Yazi was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Little brother Renyi, this ring of seven treasures is the token of the head of this sect, today I entrust you with the position of head of the Xiaoyao Sect, and all the rewards and punishments for the life and death of the disciples belong to you." hand."

With a wave of his palm, he threw a jewel ring into Yi Qingchen's hand.

Yi Qingchen didn't show politeness to him, and walked around the inside and outside of the ring with zhenqi, making sure there were no hidden weapons, and then put it on his hand.

With the identity of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, it will be much more convenient for him to go to Tianshan Child Elder to ask for martial arts.

Although Su Xinghe is slow in other things, he attaches great importance to respecting his master, so he immediately bowed down to Yi Qingchen and called him the master.

"Get up quickly."

Yi Qingchen held up Su Xinghe with his inner strength to reveal his means, and then said: "Nephew Su, you immediately send a message to summon your apprentices, the sect will be rebuilt, their martial arts are too poor, and they need to return to the sect to practice hard In order not to lose face in the rivers and lakes in the future."

Su Xinghe should be.

Wu Yazi let out a long sigh: "I have been fond of chaos all my life, and my nature is loose, so that the Xiaoyao Sect fell apart in my hands and almost died out. Fortunately, God blessed me and sent me a good talent like my junior brother when I was about to die. From now on, the Xiaoyao Sect will depend entirely on the management of the younger brother."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Yi Qingchen agreed casually, and said: "Senior brother, to tell you the truth, I have met Senior Sister Li Qiushui, and I got the 'Beiming Divine Art', 'Lingbo Weibu', 'Small Wuxiang Art', and 'Baihong Palm Power' from her. Waiting for the essence of martial arts, there are some doubts in it, and I am going to ask my senior brother for advice."

Wu Yazi's face changed slightly, and pain flashed quickly in his eyes.

Obviously, he still hasn't let go of what Li Qiushui did to him.

"Junior brother has this opportunity to show the fate with my sect. Even if you don't tell me, I will teach you all the martial arts of my sect."

Wu Yazi casually pointed, the strong wind bulged and pierced Ding Chunqiu's forehead.

Ding Chunqiu was killed immediately.

Yi Qingchen turned a blind eye, and asked Wu Yazi about the martial arts of Xiaoyao Sect.

As the head of the sect, Wu Yazi's internal energy inherits Xiaoyao School's Zhenpai's "Beiming Shengong" and common martial arts such as Lingbo Weibu, Tianshan Liuyang Palm, Tianshan Zhemeishou, and Yinhunhun Dafa. Li Qiushui learned the kung fu she knew when he was in school.

Wu Yazi mastered all the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect except the "Eight Desolation and Six Harmonies, the only self-respecting skill" and "Life and Death Talisman".

Yi Qingchen shook her head.

Wu Yazi saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Master, don't make fun of me as a brother. I have reached the pinnacle of martial arts at a young age. I thought that no one could beat me in the world, so I became obsessed with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. You will be plotted against by your apprentice."

Yi Qingchen said: "Brother, what you said is wrong, our school of martial arts is based on Beiming, as long as you master the 'Beiming Divine Art', you can also practice Xiao Wuxiang, Eight Desolation and Liuhe Divine Art, as for Ling Bowei Step, Tianshan Liuyang Palm, Tianshan Zhemeishou and other moves, not to mention such condensed martial arts, not to mention Ding Chunqiu's tricks, no matter how many people come, how can you do anything?"

Wu Yazi just shook his head and smiled wryly, without saying anything.

He and Yi Qingchen are two kinds of people.

Yi Qingchen seeks the Tao wholeheartedly, and she can leave her beauty and feelings aside.

But Wu Yazi is different, he loves beauties first, art second, and martial arts last.

It is not because of his own hard work that he can have the current level of martial arts cultivation due to his talent and the exquisite martial arts of the Xiaoyao School.

But it's too late to say these words now, anyway, it's Yi Qingchen who benefits, he doesn't say any more, and only participates in martial arts research with Wu Yazi.

Wu Yazi has been handicapped for decades, and his moves have long since been abandoned, only the 'Bei Ming Shen Gong' has reached the state of perfection.

What Yi Qingchen discussed with him was mainly the 'Beiming Divine Art' and 'Sound Transmission and Soul Search Dafa'.

The latter is formally Li Qiushui's martial art for cultivating spiritual strength. Through the cooperation of spirit and true energy, the voice can be transmitted for several miles or even dozens of miles, and it can even lock the opponent's position when the opponent makes the sound.

This martial art is quite mysterious in the training and application of spiritual power.

As soon as Yi Qingchen learned it, he found that the power of the "Sound Transmission Soul Search Dafa" was far more powerful than this. It should be a method of actively searching for targets instead of requiring the target's response.

As long as the wave of unity of qi and spirit is emitted at a specific frequency, it can resonate with the target of the same frequency, thereby determining the target's position.

Yi Qingchen still has an idea in his heart, if he can go further, he can even control the target through the simple action of fluctuations, so that he can find it on his own initiative.

"This Xiaoyaozi is definitely a cultivator. How could a martial arts practitioner come up with so many things?"

Without Ding Chunqiu's threat, Wu Yazi no longer needs to hide in the house, he can bask in the sun and enjoy the scenery as much as he likes outside.

After a few days, the old man's mood recovered well.

Seeing that his life is difficult, Yi Qingchen puts off the idea of ​​absorbing his inner strength.

Although he is a scumbag, but after all, it is good to live a few more years.

He didn't have this idea, but Wu Yazi was not happy.

"Junior brother, do you think I want to live?"

Wu Yazi said in a deep voice: "I have pursued perfection all my life, if it wasn't for finding a suitable successor to avenge Ding Chunqiu for me, I would have done it myself long ago, now that I have avenged my great revenge, I have found a peerless person for my sect. Jia's head, there is no regret in death."

He earnestly said: "I have come here through painstaking internal energy, if it disappears with me, it would be too wasteful, and besides that, I have nothing else to express my gratitude to, so I must accept it."

(End of this chapter)