Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 10
evening.

There are continuous red clouds, and the sky and the earth are red.

"Young...young man, this is the forbidden area of ​​our Wuliang Sword Sect, the Wuliang Jade Bi."

Gan Guanghao stood on the top of the mountain, tense, pointing to a hanging Yinchuan in the distance, his fingertips trembling slightly, "Shall we go?"

"Not yet."

Gan Guanghao's heart trembled, and he pulled Ge Guangpei down to his knees, "Hero, please forgive me, please, please forgive me..."

Long Peng frowned, and tapped the end of the scabbard on the acupoints of the two.

Seeing Long Peng approaching Ge Guangpei, Gan Guanghao burst into tears and kept crying, "Hero, if you want to kill me, kill me, let my junior sister go, hero..."

"stop fighting."

After Long Peng knocked them unconscious with a knife in his hand, he sat cross-legged to recover his internal strength.

The moon hangs on the branches, and the evening breeze is gentle.

Standing on the top of the cliff, the dragon pendant, with his hair bulging, moved his lightness kung fu against the cliff, and swept towards the dark bottom of the cliff.

puff--

When it was three feet away from the bottom of the cliff, Long Peng used the method of transforming energy, and landed lightly.

bottom of the cliff.

As far as I can see, except for the lush camellia, there are some barren weeds without any trace of people.

Long Peng held his breath and groped around to find it. Finally, after pushing aside several weeds taller than a person, he saw the dark entrance of the cave.

"Huh... the emperor pays off those who wait."

Long Peng breathed a sigh of relief, showed a smile, and strode inside.

There are only a few sporadic stars in the cave, it is very dim, and the eyes cannot see.

Long Peng lived in the ancient tomb since he was a child, and his ability to see things in the dark was somewhat, but it was not affected, and soon he saw the jade carving placed in the depth, and the small futon under the jade carving.

Looking at the jade carving, Long Peng frowned, as if he was in doubt.

"This jade carving is three points similar to my elder sister, three points similar in spirit, and lifelike, vivid, not like a dead thing, it is an excellent work, Wu Yazi's craftsmanship is good."

"Speaking of which, I also miss Elder Sister a little bit, and I don't know how she and Grandma are living in the ancient tomb. Did those bastards make things difficult for them..."

Long Peng sighed softly, leaned over and took out two scrolls from the futon, and another white silk with beautiful handwriting on it.

【Since you have kowtowed a thousand times, you should be my encouragement, and you will have no regrets for the rest of your life... You have killed all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect for Yu, and if there is one omission, I will hate you forever in heaven and earth. 】

"I don't know who left these two martial arts. If I want to kill all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, don't I include myself?"

Long Peng muttered twice, took out the two scrolls, and recited them carefully.

"This "Beiming Shengong" is really mysterious, 'Take one point, store one point, don't let it out endlessly, accumulate more and more thickly, just like the giant dip in the Beiming Tianchi, which can float thousands of miles', I don't know who created this method Xiaoyaozi, what a talent you have."

Long Peng sighed, summoned his internal strength to shatter the scroll, and immediately looked at "Lingbo Weibu".

"Compared with our ancient tomb school's "Yaojiao Kongbi", this set of lightness skills is slightly inferior in long-distance running, but its small-scale tossing and moving is top-notch, and its internal energy does not decrease but increases. Wonderful."

After Long Peng finished speaking, he raised his hand to destroy it, but stopped again.

"Forget it, if Duan Yu still ends up here, give him a way to save his life."

Put "Lingbo Weibu" together with the white silk back on the futon, and Long Peng sat cross-legged, meditating.

He prepared to do the exercises, and then practiced the "North Ming Divine Art".

In the silent night, a slight "hiss..." sounded, and Long Peng's face gradually turned pale.

Although voluntary exercise is not extremely dangerous, it will still cause some damage to the body.

The older you are, the deeper your inner strength is, and the greater the damage of this San Gong will be.

If Wu Jue and other innate masters scattered kung fu, a person who is not very afraid will directly disappear from life to death.

After all, no matter what.

The internal energy in the dantian is accumulated by countless days and nights, just like human hands, feet and arms.

If you want to remove your hands, feet and arms, will it be harmless? !

"Ok!"

With a muffled snort, Long Peng slowly opened his eyes, feeling that his body was empty and uncomfortable, "I'm really not used to this feeling."

Long Peng rubbed the "Tanzhong Point" lightly, and after a short pause, he closed his eyes again.

This time, he silently recited the formula of "Beiming Divine Art" in his heart to condense "Northern True Qi".

This practice.

One day and one night, Long Peng didn't stop until his stomach began to growl and protest.

"call……"

Sensing the zhenqi circulating in his meridians, Long Peng smiled, and took the remaining half of the meatloaf and began to eat it.

"Well... I still have to send Master Deadwood's letter to Tianlong Temple, there is no delay."

After eating and drinking enough, Long Peng wiped his mouth, strode out of the cave, and saw the full moon outside as soon as he looked up, he couldn't help but stop.

"Today seems to be August [-]th. I don't know if Master Deadwood is alive or dead."

"Ugh……"

Sighing, Long Peng followed the river at the bottom of the cliff and walked outside.

And about an hour after Long Peng left, a young man in green shirt fell to the bottom of the cliff and looked around curiously.

...

...

Longpeng walked along the river, came out of the cliff, and then circled a small half of Wuliang Mountain. It was not until the sky was dark that he returned to the forest before.

only……

"Where did my horse go? I remember that the tie was pretty strong?"

Long Peng looked puzzled, but also somewhat angry.

"Horse thief, don't get caught by me!"

The horse followed Longpeng through mountains and rivers for four or five months, and he became emotional.

the most important is……

He has no money to buy another horse! !
Depressed, Long Peng took the map in his arms, identified the direction, and prepared to walk to Tianlong Temple.

It's not very far, just over 300 miles, not far, really not far...

Calm down.

Long Peng picked up "Lingbo Weibu" and went north along the trickling stream. It didn't take long to see the green smoke rising into the sky in front of him. He couldn't help but feel strange, and walked quickly.

I saw more than [-] people sitting in a group among a large pile of rocks beside the stream, surrounded by a bonfire in the middle, and a soup pot was hanging above the bonfire, bubbling green bubbles.

"Are these members of the Shennong Gang refining drugs?"

Hiding in the bushes, Long Peng observed carefully. After seeing a Yunnan horse grazing, he couldn't help frowning, "This horse...why does it look so familiar?"

"He Fang is a bastard, get out quickly!"

Among the crowd, the thin old man sitting on the high rock suddenly opened his eyes, with a fierce look in his eyes, waving his sleeves.

shhh-

There was an explosion in the air, and several green poison-extracting concealed weapons rushed out,
Long Peng was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Sikong Xuan's hearing to be so good, so he immediately dodged sideways.

"who?"

As soon as Long Peng left the bush, all the disciples of the Shennong Gang stood up and pointed their silver weapons at Long Peng.

(End of this chapter)