Xianye

Chapter 41 You Are a Disciple of the Great School
The steps were full of court ladies who had been knocked down to the ground. The queen looked deeply at Chen Heng, and didn't cry out. She just stretched out her hand to check the breath of the maids, and was relieved to see that he was still alive.

"Who is sir, why did you come to the bedroom late at night to make trouble?"

At this time, even if Chen Heng said that he entered by mistake, it sounded like he was deceiving his ears and stealing the bell, and felt embarrassed, but because the bamboo and wood mask covered his brows, he seemed to be indifferent.

"Sir, since you have such a godly skill, you must be a qi trainer invited by General Zhu Guo... Could it be that Tong Gaolu is so impatient and completely disregards morality?"

At this time.

The queen suddenly raised her dimples, her voice was mournful, and her voice was sobbing: "Rongguo is not dead after all, and he wants to let Mr. take this queen as a concubine into his mansion? Are you worthy of being the king of a country?!"

"Who told you that I take orders from Tong Gaolu?" Chen Heng frowned.

The queen was taken aback.

"I came here today just to join forces with you and get rid of this Zhu Guo general."

"Sir... you, why?"

"Because I have had the ambition of being loyal to the emperor and serving the country since I was a child, and I will never forget it."

Chen Heng didn't want to talk too much with her, so he shook his head and said, "Call your Qi practitioner here, let him come to see me."

The queen hesitated for a moment, but still hugged her shoulders, bowed her face, and retreated into the conservatory.

Not long after.

Then she came out neatly dressed, her bright clothes were graceful and her hair was pulled up in a high bun, she was indeed a bright beauty.

Chen Heng was invited by her to sit down in a hall and pour the wine herself. The queen wanted to see the appearance of this man under the mask, but Chen Heng did not pick up the wine bottle, which was not as she wished.

"Your Majesty seems to have something to ask, please tell me."

"Sir... Are you from Rongguo?" She looked into Chen Heng's eyes and said cautiously:
"That Tong Gaolu is a cultivator who practiced at the seventh level of qi. He also recruited a few casual practitioners who practiced qi to be his disciples. Sir, are you sure you can beat him?"

"No."

"Then..." the queen panicked.

"But don't you all have to contribute? With the help of the royal family's Qi practitioners, the outcome is between the two." Chen Heng said with a half-smile on his face:

"This Rong country is not my world, do you still expect me to kill you?"

The queen was speechless for a moment.

But before she could open her mouth, there was a sudden strong wind outside the hall. Chen Heng took a look, and saw two blazing long breaths turned into rainbows that swept through the sky, flying down from the sky, and fell into the hall violently.

After the long breath dissipated, I saw the two old men in the hall slowly absorb the fetal breath, and the breath was absorbed into the body.

Of the two, one of them was about two feet tall, with curly beard and white hair, and his hands almost reached his knees when he dropped his hands. He looked extremely majestic, like an old hunter who could easily tear tigers and leopards apart with just his strength and physique. Smash the bear.

At this time, he was looking at Chen Heng up and down, his eyes were full of disdain, and he obviously regarded him as a charlatan who came to play Qiu Feng.

But the other person has a clean face, a long beard that reaches to the belly, and a plump and plump face, with the appearance of wealth and honor of an ordinary person.

He only looked at Chen Heng, showing a look of surprise.

"I have seen two fellow Daoists."

Seeing that the visitor dropped Dunguang into the hall, Chen Heng gave a slap in the face.

"Why don't you take off the mask, ghost..."

The majestic old man snorted coldly, and was about to taunt, but was grabbed by his companion, forcing him to shut up.

"Old man Rong Tuo, next to him is the old man's youngest brother, Rong Xuantao. He was born to be a military commander, but he was lucky enough to enter the sect of cultivation, but he still does not change his vulgar temperament. No wonder fellow Daoist."

The old man who called himself Rong Tuo smiled apologetically, and he turned to Chen Heng again, earnestly saying:
"I don't know which big sect you are a disciple of? Now you are going down the mountain to play in the world, so why bother to play with me?"

This statement came out.

Everyone in the hall was astonished.

……

After practicing the nine layers of qi, one can cultivate the real qi and achieve the first level of foundation building.

Although everyone practices different qi practices, the amount of fetal breath required is also very different.

But in general, the improvement of Qi cultivation and the increase of fetal breath at each level are the real process of sympathizing with heaven and earth and uniting Qi.

Rong Tuo practiced at the eighth level of qi, and he was only a few steps away from cultivating real qi and building a foundation, so his spiritual perception was particularly keen. Just looking at Chen Heng, he knew it was extraordinary.

The aura around him is as light as a cloud, and as heavy as a mountain. Just standing still, it seems to be rippling with the surrounding world, and will sink into the void at any time, completely in harmony with the world.

In the realm of practicing qi, the only person who can give Rong Tuo such a feeling is that 15 years ago, he and a group of casual practitioners met the disciples of the Chiming sect in "Shui Tian Yun Luo".

At that time, a big Zhuyan monster was born, causing chaos in the southern region, destroying many small sects, so a real person from the Chiming sect took a few disciples to subdue it in the Liugeng Jiuyun chariot.

Naturally, Rong Tuo was not qualified to get close to the real person of the Chiming sect, he just stood at the bottom of the mountain and looked up from a distance, and he was lucky enough to see a girl playing with a white raccoon in the car of Liugeng Jiuyun.

The aura on that girl's body was vast and solid, like a bottomless abyss. Although it was different from the aura in Chen Heng's body, it was equally difficult to fathom.

After a while, Rong Tuo's heart was ashamed, and he really knew the insurmountable gap between himself and the disciples of the Dapai, and he put away his thoughts of being a casual cultivator and fighting for his life, and returned to Rongguo angrily, and never went out again.

Fifteen years later, he never thought that he would still encounter this energy in the state of practicing qi again, which would give him an irresistible feeling, and he was even more horrified.

After Rong Tuo's words came out.

Not only did the atmosphere sink, everyone in the hall was surprised, even Chen Heng was puzzled as to why he suddenly became a disciple of the Great School.

But after he thought about it, he came to his senses and said to himself: "He should have sensed my fetal breath, this old man has a keen sense, if I have a chance in the future, I should learn another technique of absorbing energy. "

Although his thoughts were racing, Chen Heng still put on an indifferent look on his face, which shouldn't be the case.

After all, he has never seen what kind of sect the disciples of the Dapai are. If you say more, you will make more mistakes, and if you say less, you will make fewer mistakes.

Originally, this bamboo and wood mask was only worried that the royal family of Rongguo would be timid and would not dare to join hands, so it covered his true face, so as to save trouble.

But since Rong Tuo mistook himself as a disciple of the Dapai, Chen Heng would simply make the mistake, let alone take off the mask...

Before being coaxed into Xiaogan Mountain by Yan Zhen, her predecessor was famous all over the world with her sensuality, and even a portrait was scrambled by countless ladies in the palace, which was worth thousands of gold.

If you take off this bamboo and wood mask, you will definitely be seen through Xingzang.

If you are a disciple of a great sect, then it is even more nonsense...

But Chen Heng's indifferent style made Rong Tuo more convinced. Those great sects of immortal sects are arrogant, and there are many disciples in their sect who are arrogant.

He also remembered that he was only a mere casual cultivator, and he was called a fellow Taoist by Chen Heng before, Rong Tuo felt a little bit secretly happy, and his attitude became more respectful.

"Fellow Daoists come here to roam the clouds, but is there anything I can do to help?"

Rong Tuo bowed slightly, and quickly pulled Rong Xuantao again, lest he speak rudely again.

"I'm here to eliminate the country's thieves for fellow daoists."

Chen Heng tossed the Qiankun bag into the sky, revealing a few talisman vessels, shining brightly and dazzingly.

"This is Yangshan Taoist's thunderbolt pearl? There are also green bamboo thorns and a fine jade... This is the talisman of that little beast of Tong Yi!"

Rong Xuantao turned pale with shock just by looking at it.

"How, these talisman vessels are enough to win fellow believers? If you don't believe me, Tong Yi's arm was broken by me, and he is now being imprisoned in a courtyard in Yuanjing."

Chen Heng waved his sleeves and put away the air talisman again, and smiled lightly.

"..."

Rong Tuo hesitated for a long time before he asked in a trembling voice: "If you really want to help me, do fellow Taoists have a feud with that traitor Tong Gaolu, or do you want to benefit from it?"

"Naturally it's both."

Rong Tuo was even more hesitant, and did not reply for a long time. Chen Heng glanced at his expression, sneered inwardly, turned and left.

Seeing Chen Heng leave the table, both Rong Xuantao and the queen turned pale, while Rong Tuo still frowned, looking hesitant.

When Chen Heng came to the gate of the palace, as he expected, Rong Tuo finally opened his mouth and called him urgently.

"Fellow daoist, don't blame, fellow daoist, don't blame such a matter of life and death, I really need to think about it, think about it!"

Rong Tuo repeatedly accused him and blocked Chen Heng from going.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist needs my help?"

"Naturally, if a fellow daoist came forward, Tong Gaolu is nothing but a chicken and dog ears, so it's not worth mentioning—"

"I sold it at a high price."

Before Rong Tuo finished his compliment, Chen Heng said this sentence calmly.

The eyes under the bamboo and wood masks did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Seeing this gaze, Rong Tuo's heart skipped a beat.

(End of this chapter)