Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 759 Ambush
Dark Long Street.

Light rain.

The bluestone street washed by the rain is like a mirror, reflecting the figures on it.The smell of blood was mixed in the rain, the doors on both sides of the long street were closed, and several corpses collapsed there.

Each corpse had only one wound, at the throat.

Sword Qi entered the body, a little scarlet.

Ling Zhujun stood in the rain, with the tip of his sword pointing down at the ground, blood slowly dripping down the blade.

"Great!"

A line of blood flowed down his forehead, and the speaker fell to the ground with a bang, without a sound.

After confirming that there was no one else around, Mr. Ling Zhu took the sword away.

The aura on his body also returned to peace little by little, and became the same as when he said goodbye to Wu Chong before.

"untie!"

Ling Zhujun put one hand on his chest, raised his index and middle fingers, and let out a soft drink.

A light blue imprint flashed away.The surrounding long streets turned gray and faded little by little like a burning scroll.The gray-black smoke particles floated into the sky and disappeared completely.

There was a loud noise.

The noisy long street came into view, and the scene was exactly the same as before. The difference was that it was not raining here, and the shops on both sides of the long street were not closed.

"Girl, do you want some sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

A peddler noticed Mr. Ling Zhu and asked.

"Girl, I have "The Legend of the Red Lady" and "The Legend of the Empress" here."

Mr. Ling Zhu, who was about to leave, stopped for a while when he saw Hubi, and involuntarily recalled his husband who likes calligraphy and painting in his mind.

"How much is this lake pen?"

Ling Zhujun walked to the booth, picked up the exquisite lake brush, and asked.
Wu Chong painted three paintings outside the city before returning by car.

The progress of calligraphy and painting is very slow, and he has already learned a little about Mr. Dongting.I have no idea how to proceed further. The four realms of calligraphy and painting mentioned in the ancient book I saw in the past now seem like a delusional imagination, which is almost impossible to realize.

Now Wu Chong's calligraphy and painting realm barely exceeds the level of 'form', with a little bit of 'meaning' shadow, he can mobilize a little bit of power, such as the rain before.This method of pretending to be a master to ask for rain is very useful, but it is a pity that Wu Chong is not short of money.

Going outside the city to paint is the only way Wu Chong has found so far to improve the realm of painting and calligraphy.

Works, but is too slow.

Wu Chong has practiced for eight years before he reached this point. If he wants to continue to improve, the time spent is counted in units of ten years at least.

"It would be great if the experience points can be used."

Thinking of this, Wu Chong subconsciously looked at the panel.

The existence of the panel does not speak any logic at all, even in this kind of world it can function normally.

Character: Wu Chong

Realm: Immortal

Road: delusional

God-level skills: Fate (level 11), Dream Eater (level 9)
XP: 9999999
Wu Chong has not cared about the experience value for a long time. After he became a true immortal, the whole world continued to provide him with experience.It is increasing every moment, and the more than 900 million in it now does not mean that the experience value is only more than 900 million, but that the displayed upper limit is only so much.

"My deceitful way can definitely be written into this world, but I didn't find the right direction."

Just as he was thinking about it, Wu Chong suddenly felt something was wrong.

All the sounds outside the carriage disappeared, and the whole car seemed to have entered a silent space, and even the shaking became unreal.

Howling!
After walking a certain distance, the big yellow horse stopped by itself.

The driver disappeared, and only the carriage was left here.

"All gone?"

Wu Chong opened the curtain and got out of the carriage. The gravel road leading into the city was under his feet, with thorn bushes on both sides, and deep mountains and old forests further away.His eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't feel anything.

This kind of darkness is obviously abnormal. With Wu Chong's current eyesight, he can only see an area about three meters away, and everything is dark any further.

bang.

The sound of falling wood.

Wu Chong, who was about to go forward, heard the voice, and suddenly turned his head to look back.

Looking back, I found a person standing behind me at some point.

A strange figure in night clothes all over his body, with a mask on his face, changing his face to perform common angry expressions.

"A mortal like a weed."

The masked man's voice came out, somewhat like electronically synthesized voice, very hoarse.

"Weeds? Mortals?"

Wu Chong looked at this guy who appeared out of nowhere, and moved his hands a little.

"Mr. Ling Zhu is just using you. You are her sword practice tool and her sword-wiping stone." The masked man ignored Wu Chong's rhetorical question and said something inexplicable.

The moment the voice sounded, a dream-like feeling came over my heart, paragraphs of dark words were desperately drilling into his head like insects, trying to write him into memory and modify his character.

Modify memory, distort character?

A little power of calligraphy and painting gathered between the eyebrows, 'eat' this power in, and the level of 'meaning' improved a little.

When Wu Chong came back to his senses again, the masked man disappeared.

He returned to the carriage, and the carriage was still shaking forward, and the voices of Dai Yong and other guards outside also came in.

left?
Wu Chong opened the curtain and looked outside.

The carriage has been going for a while, and the city can be vaguely seen in the distance.

There is a curfew in the county town at night, but that is for ordinary people, Master Wu is not included.

"What orders does the master have?"

Lao Liu, who was driving, sensed the movement and asked in a low voice.

"fine."

Wu Chong lowered the curtain and didn't speak any more. He leaned his head on the wooden board of the carriage, and the shaking board hit the back of his head slightly.He only felt that his head was a little swollen now, and it was the first time he had seen that mysterious method just now.

I thought it was the world of martial arts, but I didn't expect that there are still people playing demons!

"I just want to study the Dao quietly, why do people keep disturbing me?"

On the dark hills.

A shadow flickered here like a ghost.

There were already three people standing in this place, and each of these people had a mask on their faces, and the angry-faced man just got together the four emotions of joy, anger, sadness, and joy.

"nailed it?"

Ximianren's voice came out, it was a woman's voice.

"It's just a mortal like a weed. There is no possibility of failure. If it wasn't for guarding against his guards, I wouldn't even have to talk to him."

"Don't be careless, each of the four innate masters is very troublesome." The mournful man said.

"Of course I won't underestimate the four innate masters, I'm not that stupid."

The angry man responded indifferently.

"This mortal should have some weight in Ling Zhujun's heart, otherwise she wouldn't let Dai Yong protect him." Lemian's voice sounded like a child.

"A mortal without 'knowledge', I really don't know how Ling Zhujun fell in love with him."

"This is the beauty of love!"

Le Mian's voice was a little crazy.

"Isn't this just right? It gave us a chance, otherwise I really don't know where to start."

The four of them were standing so that they could see the carriage driving into the city gate in the distance.

The night wind blew and the leaves swayed.

When the bird passed by again, there were no shadows of the four of them.

(End of this chapter)