Fu Shifeng

Chapter 195 The sword creates a way out
Half a month after the Lantern Festival, a mediocre caravan left Luoyang City and headed west along Tongguan Road.

Perhaps in order to catch up on the journey, the caravan missed the roadside inn at nightfall and could only find a place to stay in a country inn.

If we were in other places, these rural shops would not be a good place to go. They would be black shops harboring thieves. Passing merchants would be lucky if they were extorted. If they encountered vicious people, these shops would be even more destructive. bone.

Fortunately, the road between Chang'an and Luoyang is much safer and more peaceful. Common thieves don't dare to act recklessly in this area, and merchants can rest assured when they seek accommodation in wild shops at night.

"A few guest officers, please!"

When the store owner saw the caravan arriving, he immediately responded enthusiastically and said, "My guest arrived just in time. We slaughtered a new sheep and stewed it in the pot until it was soft and tender. It can be filled with several pots of soup cakes."

However, this group of merchants had no interest in this and said with a cold expression: "We don't have any spare money, so we can just prepare guest rooms."

The store owner had no choice but to respond. He saw these merchants looking around, with a vigilant look, fearing that this was a dark store.

When the store owner brought this group of merchants to the guest room, he saw two of them carrying a large box inside, as if it was some extremely valuable property that they had to take care of with their own eyes.

Seeing that more than a dozen people were crowded into a single room, the store owner wanted to say something, but this group of merchants just closed the door and bolted it without showing any mercy.

"What the hell are you doing? I can't afford to offend a thief who wants to sell off his stolen goods."

The shopkeeper cursed in a low voice and returned to the hall. Since he didn't have to wait for the merchants, he was happy to have some free time. It was already dark and there shouldn't be any other customers.

Just as the store owner was preparing to take a break, suddenly a cool night breeze blew open the door and entered the hall.The flame of the oil lamp in the shopkeeper's hand flickered uneasily and then went out.

The store owner secretly cursed his bad luck and was just about to turn around and close the door when he vaguely saw a mysterious figure standing at the door in the dark.

Just as he was about to ask, the mysterious figure flashed past the store owner, causing him to fall unconscious.

But the store owner didn't fall directly to the ground. The mysterious figure held him up, quickly hid him in a dark corner, and then turned around and closed the door.The whole process was silent, and even the old door hinge and door mortar did not make the usual creaking sound. It was eerily quiet.

The mysterious figure still walked freely in the dim environment, without encountering any obstacles, settling silently, and came straight to the door of a guest room.

He took out a scented pill from his arms and didn't see how to light it on fire. He just held it in the palm of his hand and rolled it slightly with his fingers, and a trace of smoke came out. It was very clever.

However, the smoke that should have been scattered freely was pushed by a mysterious figure in the air and seeped into the cracks of the door like a living thing. This did not arouse the vigilance of the group of merchants in the guest room who were behaving strangely.

Until a moment later, the sound of falling was heard in the room, and someone suddenly exclaimed: "No! There is a strange fragrance..."

But even if someone notices it, they still have no way of reacting to the incense prepared by a master of Waidan.

The mysterious figure raised his hand and pressed it on the door leaf. He waved his finger to the side, and the bolt inserted horizontally behind the door was moved away.

Pushing the door and entering, I saw a lot of things in the guest room. All the merchants fell down due to the incense. Only two of them had slightly higher skills and could barely maintain their clarity. They tried to get up to resist, but they seemed to be drunk and their limbs would not listen. Even speaking has become extremely difficult.

The mysterious figure drew his sword. It was not clear to the naked eye how he moved. Only a few bright white lights flashed across the dark room. All the dozen merchants in the room were killed without even a cry for help.

He stepped up to the big box. A mysterious figure pushed aside a corpse, swung his sword to cut off the lock, and flicked his hands in the air. When he opened the big box, he saw an unconscious and depressed man inside. Zhao Teng who assassinated the great master.

The mysterious figure saw Zhao Teng, stretched out his hands to detect his breath and pulse, and confirmed that he was still alive. He closed the big box again, and with a little luck, he held the big box in his hands, lifting it as if it was light.

After doing all this, the mysterious figure quickly left the shop, and using his skill in transportation, he carried the big box and flew for dozens of miles until he reached a remote area far away from the inhabited village, and then put the box down again.

This time the mysterious figure no longer held back, but smashed the wooden box to pieces with one palm. As sawdust flew, Zhao Teng woke up from the pain. After rolling on the ground a few times, he looked around in confusion.

"Who are you?" Zhao Teng asked in a hoarse voice when he noticed the mysterious figure approaching slowly.

The mysterious figure wore a mask, and even his eyes were hidden in the shadows. Naturally, it was impossible to distinguish his appearance. He drew his sword and pointed it directly at Zhao Teng's throat, and said with murderous intent:

"You betrayed your fellow Jianghu fellows and deserve to be killed!"

Zhao Teng was shocked when he heard this, but he suddenly had a quick wit at the critical moment of life and death and said quickly: "I have never betrayed my comrades! Although this assassination failed, I have never said a word to those imperial hawks!"

"But now the Ministry of Internal Affairs already knows that you are from Baiqiao Village, Cangzhou!" The mysterious figure deliberately deceived him to test whether he would reveal the personnel involved in the assassination.

"He, they knew it from my swordsmanship!" Zhao Teng frantically looked for excuses: "The guy who stopped me was also good at swordsmanship, he could tell at a glance!"

"Still want to quibble?" The mysterious figure exerted a little force on his wrist and put the sword edge against Zhao Teng's throat. He could kill him with just a flick of his hand.

Fortunately, in the past few days, when Zhao Teng was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he kept thinking about his experience of fighting Cheng Sanwu, and blurted out: "It's the Eight Selective Front Styles! Among the sword techniques that guy used, there were Eight Selective Front Styles. Road! In the early years of our Baiqiao Village, someone worked for Youyan Bianzhen and taught the sword skills to the soldiers of the border army. Many sword experts finally combined them into a sword-selecting eight styles. This is not a secret in Hebei Wulin! I can Seeing him use the eight moves to select the front, he must be able to tell that I am from Baiqiao Village!"

Zhao Teng was spouting words in a flurry, and he tried his best to survive. He guessed that the other party was a Jianghu comrade who assisted him in the assassination and informed Da DaYi's movements. He presumably was worried that he would implicate them after being captured by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he might be planning to kill someone to silence him.

The days that Zhao Teng was imprisoned in the dungeon were like years. He was already determined to die, but his food and water were drugged. His muscles and bones were numb and weak, and he couldn't even commit suicide.If someone tries to go on a hunger strike, some people will force-fed rice porridge for them, obviously preparing for long-term torture.

When he was stuffed into the wooden box not long ago, he had already anticipated his end and was completely in despair.Unexpectedly, he was rescued by fellow Jianghu people. How could he let go of this glimmer of hope?
After hearing this explanation, the mysterious figure was obviously deep in thought. Although the sword edge was still pressed against Zhao Teng's throat, his murderous intent had subsided a lot.

"So, you are keeping your mouth shut." The mysterious figure slowly sheathed his sword.

Zhao Teng breathed a sigh of relief, but still explained: "If I hadn't been rescued by Your Excellency, I'm afraid I would have been severely tortured by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It's hard to say whether I would be able to hold on by then."

"Well, you can rest assured now." There was a flash of white light, and Zhao Teng's throat was sealed with a sword. He couldn't see clearly how the other party made the move. He didn't even sense the murderous intention, so he was killed without warning.

Zhao Teng fell to the ground, blood soaking the ground beneath him in an instant.The wound of this sword was extremely deep, almost decapitating Zhao Teng, and his cervical vertebrae were severed. He could not even fight back before he was out of breath, and only a trace of shock and confusion remained on his face.

Just as the mysterious figure was about to dispose of Zhao Teng's body, applause suddenly came from nearby: "It is indeed the 'White Sword' that single-handedly defeated the Eighteen Evils in Langling Mountain back then, but now he is walking in black at night. It’s like Daxia He’s style.”

When the mysterious figure heard this, his shoulders moved and he looked around with his sword in hand.However, the sound came from an uncertain direction, as if someone was speaking from all directions at the same time, making it difficult to hear and identify the location.

At the most advanced level of martial arts, one can transmit sounds into secrets, condense sounds like silk threads, and directly transmit them into the ears of the corresponding person.Even if outsiders can sense the movement of Qi, they have no way of deciphering its words.

There is actually another way to use it in the same realm, which is to spread the sound to a great extent, or the roaring technique that shakes the bones and body, or the sutra rhyme that disturbs the mind and soul. This is what Buddhist and Taoist masters are good at.

And like this one, where the sounds come out from all directions at the same time, it is equally profound and mysterious, which shows the realm of the person coming.

"Who is coming?" He Xiaotong did not panic when his identity was revealed. He held the sword in his hand, and the dense Gang Qi took on a round shape and spread rapidly outward. This move allowed him to sense the surrounding things and control every plant and tree. , even as small as a mosquito cannot hide.

The Gang Qi expands to more than ten feet, which shows the high level of He Xiaotong's martial arts.However, when the Gangqi Circle reached its limit of eighteen feet, he still found no trace of anyone.

"He Xiaotong, give you a chance."

At this moment, a mighty strong wind suddenly fell from the sky, covering an area of ​​dozens of feet. Yan Fengjun stood in the sky, his green shirt flying, like an immortal.

"If you take the initiative to confess who planned this assassination, I will spare your life."

Looking at Yan Fengjun who was standing in mid-air, He Xiaotong immediately understood that he had stepped into the trap pre-designed by the opponent.Zhao Teng was sent to Chang'an just to lure him to show up and take action. Even Zhaoyang Jun who went to Guoseyuan was just a conspiracy trick by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to spread the news.

When it comes to martial arts, ordinary people can also tell which one is higher and which is lower. Standing against the wind like Yan Fengjun is already in the innate realm of transcendence and sainthood. Compared with it, ordinary warriors are completely different.

But He Xiaotong had no intention of showing weakness and surrendering. He gathered his energy, and the white light on his sword shone brightly, like a light in the dark night. The invisible sword intention was approaching Yan Fengjun. Once the sword was drawn, life and death would inevitably be determined.

"It has been hard for you to practice martial arts for many years, don't throw your life away here." Yan Fengjun looked at He Xiaotong on the ground, and when he said this, he no longer had a persuasive tone.

He Xiaotong said nothing. At this point, any words were in vain. Only the sword in his hand could open the way forward.He has been practicing this state of mind for many years in order to enter the innate realm.

With full momentum and perfect body and mind, He Xiaotong seemed to see a ray of skylight, which coincided with the white dew in the east. He immediately stepped on the ground, rose up from the ground, and never returned his sword!
In an instant, the vision in front of Yan Fengjun was filled with white light, and the sword intention, sword energy, and sword skills that he had cultivated for many years were all gathered here. At this moment, He Xiaotong really stepped through the mysterious and mysterious threshold of the innate realm!
"pity."

It's a pity that Yan Fengjun crossed his arms and clasped his palms together, driving the Nine Heavens Gang Wind to sink and fall, just like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, without any fancy changes, he met the dazzling white light head-on.

Rumbling--

The loud noise spread throughout the countryside and mountains. The surrounding vegetation was destroyed, and the ground sunk into pits, but not a trace of dust flew up. They were all crushed down by the majestic wind falling from the sky.

Before the excitement stopped, a figure fell from mid-air to a pit on the ground. It was He Xiaotong.

At this moment, the clothes on his body were torn, and countless penetrating wounds covered his torso and limbs. He was holding the incomplete hilt of the sword in his hand. The sword was broken into countless pieces, scattered on the surrounding ground, or deeply embedded in his body.

But even with such serious injuries, He Xiaotong was still alive. The strong physique he had acquired through many years of martial arts training, and his half-step into the innate realm, allowed him to still maintain a glimmer of life in the face of Yan Fengjun's full blow.

Looking back at Yan Fengjun, at this moment, the sleeves of his arms had turned into rags riddled with holes. He raised his hand to brush a slender blood mark on his cheek, nodded in approval and said: "This sword has enough fire, if I give you a few more After years of deep practice and enlightenment, I definitely cannot handle it so easily."

Floating to the ground, Yan Fengjun came to He Xiaotong's side. Just as he was about to ask questions, the dying swordsman used his last remaining strength. The fragments of the long sword scattered on the ground were induced by the sword's intention and turned into hundreds of sword lights, which instantly shot towards Yan Fengjun. Coming flying!

Faced with such a devastating move, Yan Fengjun just snorted coldly, and the strong wind surrounded his body, blocking the wisps of sword light coming from all directions, and a series of sparks exploded a few feet outside him.

The sword light siege ended in just a few breaths. He Xiaotong was exhausted and the light in his eyes disappeared.

Looking at the dying He Xiaotong, Yan Fengjun showed no regrets for not being able to capture this man alive. He removed the strong wind surrounding him, looked to the side and said, "Rou Zhaojun, please take action."

I saw a graceful and swaying woman in white walking slowly in the darkness, wearing a curtain hat, as if she was going on an outing.

Needless to say, Rou Zhaojun came to He Xiaotong's body, pulled up her skirt and squatted down, stretching out a round curve. It was obviously an ordinary movement, but it always exuded a seductive meaning.

Yan Fengjun turned a blind eye to this. Rouzhaojun raised his hand and brushed He Xiaotong's body. His jade fingers occasionally touched it, and the body that still retained some of the color of his life quickly shriveled up.

Finally, a bright red tumor grew between He Xiaotong's eyebrows, about the size of a lychee, like a living thing, and it seemed to have a beating pulse, which was strange and scary.

Rou Zhaojun gently picked off the tumor. He Xiaotong's body immediately withered and turned gray. When blown by the wind, it quickly turned into smoke and scattered between the sky and the earth.

Yan Fengjun took the bright red sarcoma from Rou Zhaojun, knowing that all of He Xiaotong's memories and experiences during his lifetime were here, and immediately thanked him.

Rouzhaojun laughed softly and said: "Master Yanfeng, when will the body you promised me be ready?"

"Please wait for a while, Mr. Rou Zhao." Mr. Yan Feng replied.

The enchanting woman held her hat and turned around to leave, leaving behind some faint words: "I hope Mr. Yan Feng will keep his word and don't let me down."

(End of this chapter)