I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Su Hanshan spent more than half an hour, step by step, to break through Heitoutuo's instinctive vigilance.

From unimportant places, he asked about important secrets, such as the secret method of Heitoutuo's own master, and the backers behind these three villages, etc., and they interrogated everything they wanted to know.

Then with a snap of his fingers, he settled the account with Toutuo, and he sat on the Toutuo Ridge and began to practice.

In two days and three nights, he extracted the essence from the medicinal materials on Toutuo Ridge and mixed it with a lot of golden elixir wine, which made the child's body full of energy and blood and its meridians strong.

It was also through this process that Su Hanshan gained a deep grasp of the vitality of each part of the body. Based on his original experience, he made some fine adjustments suitable for this body and prepared to temper the ladder.

As expected, it was unsuccessful.

When a slight injury appeared on the tail vertebra, he decisively stopped this step.

This is enough to show that the normal Xuan Gong breathing technique cannot grasp the invisible demons inherent in this body, as if those demonic energies really do not exist.

However, when this body wants to evolve to a higher level, it will fail because of the lack of understanding of those invisible demons.

Su Hanshan had thought about whether he should rely on the subtle flaws he felt to infer the existence of the demons in his body.

But after a moment's thought, he discovered that the workload involved was immeasurably huge.

Judging from the results of the seventy-two kinds of seduction magic, the amount of information is actually not very large.

However, any one of these methods of seduce demons, how to analyze the source, how to add and delete details, and when it was slowly worked out in history, the painstaking efforts and wisdom expended would probably be enough to fill 10,000 bookstores.

Su Hanshan wanted to complete these processes by himself, which was really asking for trouble.

It's also because he loves martial arts so much that he was obsessed with it for a while, so he became interested in overestimating his abilities and getting to the bottom of things.

But for now, it is more convenient to directly copy the results that have been explored by local civilizations.

"Let's start with the hanging volcano luring magic."

Su Hanshan calmed down and used his white fingers to repeatedly poke a few acupuncture points from his lower abdomen to his neck, shoulders, waist, and forehead.

Each set of techniques to seduce demons naturally has a corresponding boxing technique, and it also pays attention to what kind of state it needs to be practiced to.

Su Hanshan directly uses his spirit to transport qi and blood and stimulate acupuncture points, so that he can practice the boxing to the corresponding level, and then suddenly close his eyes.

It's ice and snow here, and it's Jinling in the south of the Yangtze River, so there are no volcanoes at all.

However, to this child's body, the illusion created by Su Hanshan's spiritual visualization was no different from a real volcano.

He has seen the volcanic magma gas in Changle Mountain House in Xueling County, and studied some of the mysteries of Situ Yuntao's Holy Scripture of Earth Fire Roar.

The illusion created at this time even has a strong smell of sulfur smoke that can float down the mountain with the wind.

In the center of Toutuoling Camp, this large area was razed to the ground. In the following days, the scenery changed even more strangely.

Sometimes the red light is surging, as if you are inside a volcano, sometimes the wind is howling, as if you are under a winter cliff, and sometimes the blue waves are surging, rippling back and forth, as if you are drowning all living things.

Su Hanshan felt something in his heart and gradually captured some corresponding demonic energy.

In Zijin Mountain, the other two people from the village had not seen the people from Toutuo Ridge moving around during this period. They thought something was fishy, ​​so they sent people to investigate.

The spies were frightened when they saw so many dead gangsters on the mountain road and inside the camp. They were even more horrified when they discovered the unusual scenery on the top of the mountain.

The lovely child in Yuxue, sitting cross-legged on the yellow cloth, standing still among the water, fire, wind and smoke, should have looked like a complete fairy child.

However, the contrast with the mountain of corpses made this scene look completely weird and strange.

Especially those water, fire, wind and smoke, sometimes inadvertently change, and show the appearance of ghosts crying and wolf howling. It seems that there are thousands of things that are tortured by illness, looking like humans but not humans, like ghosts but not ghosts, wandering inside.

Those bandit spies who usually boasted about their cruel methods and liked to be nicknamed "Beasts and Fierce Ghosts" and were proud of them all turned pale with fear and fled in a hurry.

Naturally, they didn't know that when they escaped, the child on the top of the mountain had already opened his eyes.

The blue luster in Su Hanshan's eyes flickered slightly, and the extremely secret Xuanyin Sword Plague mark had been left on the spies just now by using the golden elixir to inert vitality.

Since running the Five Thunder Dreamland, his Xuanyin Sword Plague, in addition to torturing the cursed person, has additional functions of eavesdropping and locating.

After he learned the secrets of martial arts for subduing demons, he felt a great desire. After hearing the news about Heituo Tuo, he made a rough plan.

It can be said that the above-board and upright people have been lingering on Toutuo Ridge for these days.

The spies were unaware and returned to their respective villages to report the total destruction of Toutuo Ridge.

The two village leaders were also shocked. They left the village in person, came to see the situation on Toutuo Ridge from a distance, and then led people straight to Jinling City.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, King Xiong Shang of Chu Wei built Jinling City in Stone City, and the name Jinling originated from this.

Later, during the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Han Dynasty, Sun Quan of Soochow Wu established his capital here. From then on, the beautiful land of Jiangnan and the imperial state of Jinling began to rise.

The Song, Qi, Liang and Chen in the Eastern Jin and Southern Dynasties also established their capitals here one after another, so it is also known as the "ancient capital of the Six Dynasties".

After the founding of the Song Dynasty, this place was entrusted to the Cao family. After more than a hundred years of operation, the Cao family's mansion, the king of Jinling, has become the most magnificent building in the center of Jinling City.

The two stone lions in front of the palace, each weighing 50,000 kilograms, have lively eyes, paws and teeth, and are majestic. They are not at all like the naive, round-headed and fat lions in front of the palace.

All pedestrians, when passing by on this long and wide street in front of the door, will feel that they are being condescended to by two giant beasts, with insight into the body and mind, and they will not even dare to breathe.

The red-lacquered gate with copper nails is heavy and solid. It usually takes eight strong men to open and close it. The tall and thick wall can be used for people to walk and patrol. There are many tall buildings in the four corners of the palace, which can overlook the inside and outside.

In the southwest corner of the palace, there is a spacious martial arts field.

This is the afternoon, the time when Yang Qi is at its strongest in the day. Even in winter, people feel a bit hot when they move around.

Cao Ying, the crown prince of Jinling, stood in the martial arts arena, holding a six-foot bow in his hand. He clasped the bowstring with his jade fingers and slowly pulled it back.

Just a bow, no arrows.

When he loosened his fingers, the bowstring bounced back with a bang.

It is a taboo to let a strong bow go empty.

Without arrows to withstand the force, the bow string can easily break the back of the bow as it bounces. If you pull it a few times, even a heirloom bow with a copper body and an iron arm will be broken on the spot.

If he is hit by a broken bow back, he may kill the person pulling the bow.

But Cao Ying fired it once, and the big bow in his hand was not damaged at all.

Because he didn't really leave it empty, but had a little flour on his finger.

The arrow he shot was just a handful of powder.

The power of the strong bow was concentrated on the powder, causing the handful of flour to break through the air and hit the stainless steel arrow target a hundred steps away.

The white powder soaked deeply into the silver steel and could not be wiped off no matter how hard you wiped it with your hands.

"Without the aid of skill, just relying on the attainment of the arrow path, the guidance of power, and the precision of control, the power of a strong bow can be fully exerted on a handful of powder."

Next to him, a man in a black hat, about 40 years old, with a strong build and dressed in brocade clothes, clapped his hands in admiration.

"Although the young prince is still in the realm of subduing demons, with this skill, even ten martial arts people with the same skill as you are definitely no match for you."

He didn't mean to compliment, but told the truth.

The strength of the physical body is always much more cumbersome than the strength of internal strength.

But if you only rely on the most ordinary strength of the body, you can direct the power of the bow to gather powder, and do such a thing that goes against common sense.

Once Cao Ying fought with others and used his internal strength, it would be impossible for others with the same skill to withstand such concentrated arrow power.

"Hahaha, Mr. Feng is so complimentary."

Cao Ying was also somewhat proud, "Mr. Yifeng, do you think my archery skills can compete with Lu Xingxian's if I hold the Winged Saint Heavenly Bow handed down from my ancestors?"

This Mr. Feng is himself a Lu Xingxian, very famous in the world, and is known as the Master of the Celestial Immortal Sect, Crystal Human Demon Feng Kun.

Cao Hong, King of Jinling, also spent a lot of effort to invite him to the palace and hire him as a guest minister.

Although Feng Kun wanted to be friends with Cao Ying, he didn't really need to deliberately flatter him.

"Within three moves, we may be able to compete."

He thought for a moment and said pertinently, "Without three moves, the young prince will be very dangerous."

"However, if two Lu Xingxian are fighting, and the young prince pounces from the side and suddenly fires an arrow, even Lu Xingxian will most likely be killed." Cao Ying said happily: "Sir, it is true that my brother-in-law said that I am The same goes for archery."

Cao Ying's eldest sister, the eldest daughter of Jinling King Cao Hong, was married to Su Yan, the governor of Jianghuai, who was also an important official of the party, commanded a large army, had advanced cultivation, and was well-known in the south of the Yangtze River.

While the two were talking and laughing, a guard in the palace, wearing a copper-colored robe and a scimitar hanging on his waist, walked over quickly to report that a visitor had arrived at Purple Mountain.

Cao Ying and Feng Kun moved into the living room together and saw an old man with five long beards and a one-eyed woman, each with a few followers waiting in the hall.

It is Mr. Tiexu, the leader of Xiaomao Village, and Shanmu Shengu, the leader of Tianbao Village.

"Why did you two enter the city in person?"

Cao Ying motioned for everyone to serve tea, chuckled, and said, "Is it the reward from the past few days? Is there any shortcomings? Just send a carrier pigeon to talk about it."

The two people looked at each other. Although they had not discussed it in their minds, they roughly knew what the other party was thinking.

Since that child-like monster could destroy Toutuo Ridge, he could naturally destroy their two cottages.

They entered the city in person, not so much to report in person to show caution, but rather to escape from the mountain to feel more at ease.

Mr. Tiexu coughed dryly and said bluntly: "My young prince, Toutuo Ridge has been destroyed!"

Cao Ying's hand holding the tea paused, her smile disappeared. She glanced away and her face darkened: "What's going on? Please tell me in detail."

Mr. Tiexu told what he knew about the situation.

"So you don't even know when Toutuo Ridge was destroyed?"

Cao Ying took a deep breath, and then realized that he had forgotten to put down the tea cup. With his fingers, he crushed the tea cup directly. The tea inside was vaporized by him, and the hot air flew out.

"How much money have the thousands of elite soldiers in Toutuo Ridge eaten over the years, and are they just gone?"

"Heitoutuo is a disciple of Kunlun. I specially invited him here to leave a foreshadowing for him to be the sole leader in the future so as to establish a line with Kunlun Zhengzong and Xixia. Now it's ruined!"

There are many forces under the command of the Prince of Jinling, but these three cottages in Zijin Mountain were run by Cao Ying, the returned prince.

Cao Yinghua was thinking the most about this aspect. When she heard the bad news, she felt her blood surge and her face turned red.

"Young prince, please be patient."

Feng Kun said at this time, "According to your description, that person must be a Lu Xingxian-level figure. After destroying Toutuo Ridge, he just stayed there to practice without taking any more actions."

"It doesn't look like he deliberately wanted to embarrass the Jinling Palace. Maybe he was passing by there and saw that the Diqi Mountain Fortress has been well built over the years on Toutuo Ridge. He conveniently killed the people inside so that he could practice his techniques."

Cao Ying snorted coldly: "Smooth?!"

"Yes, people in the evil way have always acted arbitrarily, and they often have this style of doing things."

Feng Kun said with a smile, "It is said that good fortune lies on the back of misfortune, and misfortune lies on the back of blessing. This is not necessarily a bad thing."

"If we could recruit this person into the Jinling Palace, wouldn't it be much more useful than a Toutuoling mountain village?"

Cao Ying paused, raised his hands and said, "Mr. Feng, are you sure?"

"Someone Feng is willing to give it a try."

Feng Kun said, "But I still don't know what this person's temperament is. If there is any dispute, he may not be able to take care of others. The young prince is a rich man, so he cannot go with me rashly. It is better to stay here, protected by the entire palace, and Zhu It’s safe to be with my brother.”

Cao Ying nodded and said, "Then I'll leave it to Mr. Feng."

Feng Kun didn't say much, and walked out in a few steps. With a flash of purple light, the figure disappeared through the air.

Cao Ying looked at Mr. Tiexu and the Single-Eyed Goddess, and whispered: "You two knew the danger and went to the city to escape in person, but what did you do with the elite soldiers and horses under your hands?"

The two people suddenly broke into cold sweat on their backs.

"It doesn't matter, you two were quite envious of Heitoutuo in the past. Seeing that even he was dead, you were a little bit offended, which is understandable."

Cao Ying stood up and said, "Follow me."

The three of them left the living room, turned along several corridors, and entered a courtyard.

In the courtyard, I could see orioles singing, beauties dancing, and fresh fruits and melons from all over the world, as well as rare birds and celestial beings, piled randomly on the grass in the corner, discarded like worn-out shoes.

Compared with this place, the ancient wine pond and meat forest all look crude and crude.

But all of this is not a place for Cao Ying to enjoy himself, but to support an old man with a face as old as the moon and a fluttering white beard.

The King of Jinling had long wanted to rebel. He not only collected large sums of money to raise soldiers and horses privately, but also had close contacts with the governor of Jianghuai and cultivated his own power in the officialdom of Jiangnan.

However, he still feels that his strength needs to be accumulated, and he is planning to take action at least ten years later.

Unexpectedly, not long ago, Jinling deputy general Niu Guocheng actually wanted to inform the court. When the letter he sent was intercepted, his family had already fled.

Niu Guocheng himself was nothing, but his actions aroused deep suspicion in Cao Hong. He wondered how many people in Jiangnan's official circles who seemed to have been won over by him and who were usually respectful to him secretly had two different thoughts. .

Therefore, he made a special trip to the Jianghuai Governor's Mansion to explore the army with Su Yan first and completely control this Jianghuai army.

Nowadays, in the Jinling Palace, Cao Ying is mainly in charge, assisted by two guest ministers.

Except for the crystal human demon Feng Kun, the leader of the Tianxian Sect.

The other person is Zhu Liang, the "Flying Sword Immortal" of Yinxian Village in Panshe Valley.

Unlike Feng Kun, who is ambitious and in charge of a force.

Zhu Liang, the Flying Sword Immortal, was originally a reclusive man. He was nearly a hundred years old. When he was young, he was the top martial arts scholar of the Song Dynasty. He sat in the position of the chief military officer. In order to meditate and break through, he left with his seal. There is absolutely no intention of rebellion.

But he had a direct disciple who, while traveling in the world, became a flower-picking thief, and got mixed up with the followers recruited by the King of Jinling. Because he was not taken seriously, he thought of recommending his master.

Zhu Liang was a little reluctant at first, but King Jinling spent a lot of money. He collected poems, calligraphy and paintings from famous people, and chatted about everything, which aroused Zhu Liang's desire for fame and fortune.

Lu Xingxian has a lifespan of three to four hundred years. Although Zhu Liang looks like an old man, in fact, he can be considered young and strong.

When he was used to living in seclusion, he didn't feel that he was in poverty. Once he was invited out by the King of Jinling and came to the city of Jinling, he enjoyed everything. Tightly, tied to the ship.

Cao Ying met Zhu Liang, exchanged a few words, and then got down to business.

"I asked the old man to forge the two magical swords. I wonder if they are ready?"

Zhu Liang leaned on the brocade throne and smiled when he heard the words: "It's a coincidence that the young prince came. It happened to be successful yesterday evening."

He waved his hand and ordered his flower-picking apprentice to go into the room and bring out two swords.

The two swords are long and short, the long one is a skull-swallowing sword, with a dazzling white light, and the short one is azure, with a bright blue color that dazzles people's eyes.

Cao Ying said that these were two magic weapons that he had asked for repeatedly and made for Mr. Tiexu and Single-Eyed Goddess.

With these two magical weapons, their abilities may not be inferior to those of Heituo.

Although Heituo Tuo is dead now, and the two of them acted improperly, these two magical weapons were still given to them in consideration of their many years of hard work.

When they each got the sword, they felt that it was vaguely connected to their own skills. They were overjoyed. When they heard such words, they felt even more ashamed and vowed to repay the young prince.

While the master and his subordinates were deeply in love and showing their loyalty and ambition, a light voice came from the sky.

"It's so good that I don't remember my mistakes, reward my veterans, repent, and serve my young master. I can't bear to do anything..."

On a sunny day, among the pure white clouds, a withered yellow color fell rapidly.

Flying Sword Immortal Zhu Liang suddenly stood up and looked up at the sky, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

There is a little doll carved in pink and jade, standing on the yellow cloth, looking down, showing an innocent smile.

"Then I'll start!"

He smiled, and the moment he opened his mouth, the sky above Jinling Palace flickered with light and darkness.

The magnetic field oscillated and the colored lights surged, forming a huge face that crushed down from above.

The child's facial features, on that hundred-foot-sized colorful face, looked extremely terrifying.

The child's whispers turned into roaring thunder, and he bit down on the two village masters who had just obtained the swords.

(End of this chapter)