Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 20
The Chief Escort stood up abruptly, and with a "bang", he jumped a few feet in the blink of an eye, showing that his martial arts were not much worse than Yang Da and others.

He took a few steps to the gate of the camp, stretched out his hand, and the galloping horse stopped immediately, grabbed the man off the horse, and said: "Why panic, what's going on ahead, tell me carefully!"

Before the subordinate could speak, Meng Qiu suddenly floated towards him like a gust of wind, pointed forward, and said in a deep voice, "Don't ask, just look!"

The chief escort didn't care to marvel at the opponent's martial arts, and looked forward, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. A thick fog floated in mid-air, covering even the stars.

He hurriedly turned his head and told the people who came over, "Go down, gather the people and horses, and put away your things, just in case."

Soon one by one torches were lit, and the camp became noisy.Those who led the horses and those who packed things were in a hurry, but they were in order.

The black mist seemed to be slow but actually fast, and in a very short time, it covered a distance of hundreds of feet and came to the front.In the gusts of wind, there are "quack quack" laughter, like a night crow calling mourning, which is creepy.

Among the bodyguards, some were timid and trembling, but due to the strict discipline they usually received, they were still holding on.

"Who's here?" The Chief Escort hurriedly roared, and it spread far away, shaking the whole world.

"It's really lucky. I was able to bump into so many people with a lot of blood on this trip." There was a sinister response from the black mist:

"If you are sensible, you can just grab your hands and I can let you die happily, otherwise I will draw out your soul and put you in a dilemma."

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Someone in the crowd couldn't bear it anymore, Zhang Gong shot a rocket.

This man used a bow of two stones, the arrow was like lightning, it pierced into the black mist in the blink of an eye, but it seemed to be shot into the water, the flame on the arrow went out instantly, and the arrow turned into fly ash.

The Chief Escort had sharp eyesight and saw clearly. He took a breath and said, "It's really a demon." Then he turned his head and ordered in a low voice: "Tan Meng, hurry up, protect the two noblemen, and leave quickly!"

Tan Meng left with his front foot, and the head of the security guard with his back foot ordered to attack.More than [-] bows are divided into two parts to shoot, if it is an ordinary martial arts person, it is absolutely difficult to resist it head-on.

Reluctantly, there was a monk on the opposite side, and the arrows were only stained with black mist, and immediately decayed and turned into fly ash.

Everyone was stalling for time. In the camp, suddenly there was an arrogant voice: "My Wang family paid a lot of money, you are not allowed to flee before fighting!"

The chief escort's expression changed, and he was about to speak when the black mist suddenly moved forward over the camp, and the people inside said contemptuously: "Since I bumped into it, it's my merit, and you still want to escape?"

Puffs of black smoke diffused from the black mist, quickly covering the sky, and the stars and the moon disappeared.

The sound of "woo woo" came from all directions, and one after another illusory black shadows and fierce ghosts emerged from the black mist, floating around, revealing hideous faces.

Although those bodyguards traveled all over the world, they had never seen such a scene before. Many people were so frightened that they sat on the ground, unable to hold their weapons.

Seeing the fierce ghosts flying down and about to hurt people, Meng Qiu suddenly said, "You want to kill all of us just because you are neither human nor ghost? You are too arrogant!"

He had seen the enemy of the future for a long time, there was a three-foot short Taoist in the black mist, with a big nose and small eyes, and an ugly appearance.The gray dharma light around the body is thin, obviously not in the realm of foundation establishment.

This man held a magic weapon with a five-foot-long flag in his hand.The flagpole was pale, and each section seemed to be made of bones; the flag was blood-red, not silk or leather, embroidered with a monster with no body, and half of its head was taken up with only one big mouth.

The black mist and the ghosts spit out from the monster's mouth.

Meng Qiu was not afraid of this person and his magic weapon, but worried that the other party had accomplices and could not handle it alone.

"Is it necessary to ask for help to deal with you mortals?" The short Taoist replied disdainfully, and then noticed Meng Qiu. Seeing his tall figure and clear face, his face was distorted with anger, and he shouted:

"Things that don't know how to live or die, I will bring you back to the cave, and torture you until you can't survive or die." After saying that, the ghost roared down.

Meng Qiu heard that the other party was alone, so he didn't care about his sudden madness. He immediately released his flying sword and went straight to meet him. With just a stir, the attacking ghosts turned into black smoke and dissipated.

"Flying sword!" The short Taoist turned pale with fright, and hurriedly waved the long flag, the black smoke wrapped the ghost and threw it into the flag, then the black mist shrank into a ball, wrapped him and fled to the north.

Flying swords seem to be the most common, but in fact they are the most useful magic weapons, otherwise, no matter good or evil, they would all use flying swords as their usual use.

But because many people use it, it doesn't mean that Feijian is low-end.To refine a flying sword, in addition to high-quality spiritual materials, special skills and cultivation beyond the realm of foundation establishment are required.

After practicing the flying sword, one must have the corresponding sword control technique in order to exert its greatest power.

More than [-]% of casual cultivators do not have such financial resources, inheritance and realm, so they can only settle for second best and refine other magic weapons.

So when the short Taoist saw Meng Qiu take out the flying sword, he knew that he couldn't win no matter what.Besides, whether the flying sword was given by the other party's teacher or refined by himself, he couldn't afford to mess with it, so he had to flee in a hurry.

How could Meng Qiu let the other party run away, so the flying sword wrapped around him, flew up to the sky with the man, and chased him away.

After all, Changfan is not a magic weapon for flying. Although he walked first, he was caught up by Jian Guang after only twenty miles.

The short Taoist fell down quickly, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed his head like pounding garlic, and said: "Senior, I didn't know you were here. I didn't mean to offend you. Please spare my life."

Meng Qiuchu tried the flying sword, and it was very powerful. He was a little happy, and said with a light smile, "It's not impossible to let you go. Tell me first, what's the backstage, and see if I can provoke you."

"Senior was just joking, but junior doesn't have any background." The short Taoist frantically turned his mind until he found someone to cling to, and said:
"It's just that I met a friend of the Eight-Finger Chan Miao Channel of the Wutai School, and was introduced by him to worship under the golden body Arhat Zen Master Fayuan and become a registered disciple."

Meng Qiu was taken aback, feeling that the world was too small, and asked, "Miaotong? But the one named Mrs. Mao?"

"Yes, yes, senior knows him?" the short Taoist asked cautiously.

"We met once." Meng Qiu said vaguely, "But isn't his nickname Ten Finger Zen? Why are he missing two fingers?"

The short Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and answered honestly: "Three years ago, he offended a drunken Taoist from the Emei School and had two fingers cut off. There was a quarrel in the Wutai School because of this matter. I heard that Zen Master Fayuan asked the drunken Taoist to fight swords."

Meng Qiu's heart turned, and he asked again, "When is the sword fight?"

"I don't know this junior, Miao Daoist said that it will only be in this year or two, and he will come to call me." The short Taoist dared not say that he had made a contribution, so Mrs. Mao asked Fa Yuan to accept him as an apprentice, and asked tentatively: "Is senior going to help me?"

"Hmph!" Meng Qiu took a step forward and said, "You also want to take care of my business? I haven't asked you yet, why did you come to this place to trouble my friend?"

"I'm wronged, senior, if I knew that I was a friend of your old man, I wouldn't dare to do it if I had the courage to do so."

The short Taoist hurriedly kowtowed again, raised the magic weapon in his hand, and said: "I was lucky enough to obtain the method of refining the half-rolled blood streamer, which requires the flesh and soul of mortals as materials. Only then did I use the power of the underworld sage to sweep around Mang Mountain, so I came here to pick up some leftovers."

(End of this chapter)