Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

Chapter 25 Fishing and Sneering

While Obai and Qiu Chuji were fighting fiercely, they actually didn't know one thing. That is, Qiu Chuji seemed wild, but he always kept calm. He followed Lu Chen's arrangements and kept a certain distance from everyone in the army, never letting anyone know that he was a Taoist priest. Naturally, Obai had no chance to explain.

In this way, hundreds of people in the army would never know one thing. What they were waiting for was not chasing their lives, but Qiu Chuji.

A mid-level officer hurriedly followed the advance arrangement and released the flag-flower rocket into the distance. At the same time, he was particularly puzzled, where did Princess Jianning go? Why couldn't he find any trace of her?
Xishan Mountain is high, and the wind and snow are not as bad. Halfway up the mountain, it is still full of wind and snow, but a little further up, you can suddenly see the light. Therefore, the flag flower rocket can still pass through the wind and snow, and explode into fireworks in the sky, so that all those who have been waiting eagerly can finally get their wish. These people include the troops on the two mountain roads, as well as Li Yanzong on the west mountain.

But in fact, when Li Yanzong saw this flag-flower rocket, he would definitely be confused. Wasn't he being chased by himself? How could he suddenly go to such a distant place?
As for Li Yanzong, who was chasing his life, he could also see the flag flower rocket. He tried his best to figure out the whole story, so he was naturally overjoyed, knowing that Lu Chen had not lived up to his expectations and was fighting for a glimmer of hope in a certain death situation.

As for the other two teams, they were completely in the dark and thought their plan had succeeded.

"Okay, the wait is here!"

On another mountain road, at the entrance of the similarly huge and warm tent, Wanyan Honglie, who had just come out, looked back and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even so, his face still looked not good, a little tired and gloomy. When he looked sideways, he found that Wan Yankang was also coming, riding a tall horse, holding a spear, and looking at the flag-flower rocket above.

Wanyankang, who was also experiencing drastic changes, lowered his head and thought for a moment. He probably knew that Wanyan Honglie was looking at him, but turned a blind eye. He raised his head and said, "Send the order, the whole army marches forward, we will kill them now!"

His voice is very majestic and his bearing is quite extraordinary. But his words were just dumb words. The herald didn't look at his expression, but turned to look at Wanyan Honglie's face.

"...Let's go over first." Wanyan Honglie turned away and looked at Wanyan Kang, "The whole army marches on."

The herald then took action and passed the orders one after another, and all the soldiers in the camp lined up.

Wanyan Honglie lowered his head and began to think about what to do if he saw Bao Xiruo later.

A scream startled Wanyan Honglie. He raised his head and found that someone had fallen in the wind and snow. It was the herald. Wanyankang got off his horse at some point, walked behind him, waited quietly for him to pass on Wanyan Honglie's instructions, then pulled out the sword from his waist and stabbed him to death.

From beginning to end, there was nothing strange about his face.

The officers next to them all showed frightened faces. Some shouted, and others quickly covered their mouths, so there was no sound. Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai and Master Lingzhi looked at each other, and they all felt the fierce surprise in the eyes of the other two.

For a while, only the sound of wind and snow could be heard.

Wanyan Honglie was stunned for a moment, "Kang'er, you..."

Wanyankang put away his sword very calmly, "He thinks I am not your son, so I will make him pay the price. Dad, I am your biological son, and my orders are what you mean. Whoever dares to ignore them will be punished." I have to die, isn’t it?”

Wanyan Honglie was silent for a long time, then nodded and said, "Yes, you are my son, Wanyan Honglie. Kang'er, get on your horse and set off."

"Yes."

"..."

Hundreds of sergeants set off in a mighty manner. Wanyan Honglie was sitting in the middle of the army, surrounded by a group of soldiers densely packed in front and behind. Master Lingzhi was on his left, and Sha Tongtianhou Tonghai was on his right. There is no doubt that he is safe.

He looked up at the sky. The night was like a black cloth so vast that the edge could not be seen, with countless snowflakes falling from small to large. His brain, which had been bright since childhood, finally turned into a mess at this moment. Love and hate, emotions and interests, madness and reason, unwillingness and reluctance...

Everything is in chaos, chaos, complete chaos...

He seemed to suddenly not understand how to live.

At this moment, the sky shook.

Wanyan Honglie's pupils shrank and condensed again, and he saw an unbelievable scene: that was the flag-flower rocket carried by Ouyang Ke, and now it was blooming in the sky.

The light was faint in the wind and snow, but it was clearly distinguishable. The whole process lasted for a stick of incense. During this period, the blooming process could be seen repeatedly, which made people sure that this was not an illusion.

The meaning of this flag flower rocket is that the pursuit of life has come to them. In this regard, it is no different from the Flagship rocket previously released in the direction of Jianning County.

——But the problem is this, how can Zhui Ming cross the terrain in a moment and run from the Xishan side to the Xishan side?
Wan Yankang in front roared, causing the entire army to stop. This unruly evil star drove his horse up to Wanyan Honglie, his face full of confusion and doubt. He had just killed a person, but now he was acting like a child.

Wanyan Kang said, "Dad, what's going on now? Where should we go next?"

Wanyan Honglie shook his head in confusion.

After a while, he seemed to wake up from a dream and said, "Is it Qiu Chuji?"

……

If we extrapolate the time back to a cup of tea, something like this happened in Ouyang Ke's camp.

Unlike Princess Jianning and Wanyan and his son, this camp does not have the largest and warmest tent in the center.

Both Jianning Wanyan and Lu Chenqiu Chuji called it Ouyang Kejun, but even if Ouyang Ke outlasted the others, he could not be higher than others in status, at least not to show it, so his official name was "Ouyang Ke-" Peng Lianhu-Liang Ziweng Combined Army".

After all, Ouyang Ke, Peng Lianhu, Liang Ziweng and others are colleagues. They have different levels of martial arts, but their status is equal.

This army was centered on Ouyang Ke, Peng Lianhu, and Liang Ziwen, each of whom led hundreds of people to march together. When they set up camp on the mountain road, they each set aside an area and did not interfere with each other.

After the battle at Prince Zhao's Mansion during the day, the relationship between Wanyan and his son was subtle and complicated, but it did not affect any of them.

Ouyang Ke thought about that thing all the time. There were several female disciples in white that he brought with him in the tent, each of them had their own unique skills.

Peng Lian worked non-stop, patrolling around and getting to know the middle-level people in the army. If you call Lao Zhang, his surname is Wang, remember them all in his mind.

Liang Ziweng brought several jars of wine to anesthetize himself, hoping that the alcohol would ease the pain of losing the red viper.

The battle in Xishan this time was too big. In the eyes of the three of them, it was easy to catch them, and there was only time left before they were executed. But there is no doubt that they will die if they pursue their fate. How many of them can survive is unknown.

One thing that is conceivable is that even if they are alive in the end, it will be difficult for them to become the protagonists, because the only one who can really kill and pursue their lives is Li Yanzong. They muddle along, from martial arts masters to fishing masters, because they realize that they are just an addition to this battle, and an unimportant addition at that.

Liang Ziweng's nose moved while he was half drunk and half awake. In the clear wind and snow, he smelled something.

The taste is familiar yet strange.

"It's a treasure, it's the old fairy's treasure!" Liang Ziwen opened his eyes and jumped up. He was surprised and afraid at the same time. He shrank his head and murmured, "Could it be that he is chasing after his life?"

As he spoke, green smoke came out from the pale hair on his head. This was due to the evaporation of alcohol through exercise, allowing the brain to function normally.

Just at this moment, Peng—messaging fireworks exploded in the sky.

Liang Ziwen came out of the camp, looked at the flags and rockets, and showed doubts on his face, "...it's the signal from Big Boss Oboi, Chai Ming is over there...Then the smell of snake blood from Old Immortal's side is... " He was thinking hard, but the whole camp was already boiling. Ouyang Ke and Peng Lianhu both shouted loudly and lined up their troops.

He was the only one who stayed quiet, closed his eyes, stretched his neck, and sniffed hard with a very funny look. At this moment, the nose seemed to be a guide for the body, following the bloody smell in the air that was invisible to the naked eye.

Someone came in to ask for instructions, but he waved his hand, indicating not to disturb them.

"Although it is closely related to the treasure, it is not the treasure itself, but the person. Damn it, this is the person who enjoyed my treasure!"

"Who is he? Since he's not the kid chasing his life, I'm not afraid... No, he's disappearing soon! Chase him!"

Without time to think about it, Liang Ziwen was anxious about the snake blood that he had spent twenty years of hard work on. He ignored it and left the tent on tiptoe, leaving only the middle-level officer who was at a loss.

Although his Qinggong is not as good as Zhui Ming's, it is still outstanding. It imitates the hunting movements of foxes in the snow. It is light, agile, elegant and free. When passing through the entrance of the tent, the two curtains did not even fly, which can be seen from this.

The source of the bloody smell is above the mountain road. The further you go, the more strange the terrain becomes. The cliffs on the left and right gradually spread and stand up, protruding from both sides and inserting diagonally, like two sharp edges cutting off the sky and the earth, and a narrow road. The sheep intestine trail is sandwiched in the middle, forming the so-called "line of sky" wonder.

When Zhao Fucheng was not yet called Zhao Fucheng and was still the territory of the Song Dynasty, people passed down word of mouth and called this wonder "one foot of blue sky ten thousand feet long".

It is said to be "blue sky", but it is actually a long staircase with hundreds of steps. Naturally, it is not ten thousand feet long, only dozens of feet at most.

Now it has been piled with snow, and the road is covered with white clumps, flawless pieces, twisting and turning up to the sky.

A figure retracted his gaze to look at the sky, sitting cross-legged at the top of the "Blue Sky Ladder", overlooking the rugged and winding path below.

The wind was strong but it couldn't scare him, and the cold snow couldn't freeze him.

Of course he is Lu Chen.

After Lu Chen and Qiu Chuji parted ways, they came here. But he did not act immediately. Instead, he found a place on the Qingtian steps and swept away the snow. After sitting quietly for a long time, Fang opened his eyes and murmured encouragement to himself, "Fourth level against two level, come on."

When the estimated time was almost up, Lu Chen stood up, stretched out his hand, palm facing down, slowly raised it, and stretched out his index finger.

Suddenly there was a shock, power burst out from the inside out, and the tip of the index finger cracked, forming a tiny wound. The blood was squeezed out at this moment, bit by bit, swaying with the wind, forming a blood line in mid-air.

The blood line is arc-shaped, much like a fishing line. This action is also very similar to fishing. In fact, Lu Chen was just fishing.

About ten drops of blood were spilled. At this moment, fireworks exploded in the sky. He looked up and said, "Well, master, has he succeeded?" He clenched his palms, rubbed his thumb and index finger together twice, and then tightened the wound.

Next, stand there and wait.

Didn't wait long.

"come yet?"

The wind and snow whimpered like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Lu Chen listened attentively for a while and nodded, "Liang Ziweng, Mr. Liang, you are really a talented person and bold."

As soon as his voice came out, someone immediately responded, "Okay, okay, you, a medicine thief, came to my door on your own initiative. The old immortal will suck all your essence and blood, and you will ascend to the immortal world soon. This is called regaining what was lost, and it is a good story. "

This voice was extremely clear even in the wind and snow. A figure flashed out and landed at the beginning of the "blue sky". But they saw that he had fair hair, a ruddy complexion, a long robe and long sleeves. He looked up, his eyes shining brightly, staring at Lu Chen, as if staring at a piece of fat.

The two of them were facing each other up and down across a mountain road that was tens of feet long.

Lu Chen stood up and said calmly, "Old monsters are just old monsters. What do you call me Old Immortal? If you are considered an Old Immortal, you can call me Lu Tianzun."

Liang Ziwen laughed strangely, winked and said, "What kind of child with a yellow mouth dares to call yourself Tianzun? Who are you? What does it have to do with chasing life?"

Lu Chen smiled and said, "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that God calls me to become an immortal, gods and Buddhas call me to become a Taoist. You are destined to be my stepping stone, always helping me to take a step to a higher place. Snake." The blood was once, and today is the second time.”

His words made three Liang Ziwen angry to death. Even in the ice and snow, the old monster's face was still visibly red.

"Okay, okay, okay..." Liang Ziwen squinted his eyes, "I haven't seen such a young man like you in so many years who is not afraid of death."

At this time, the rocks and trees are all icy and snow-colored, with jagged canines and intertwined bumps and convexes. As Liang Ziwen spoke, he slowly moved away and took advantage of the wide robe to quietly hold on to an ice edge.

He has white hair and a childish face, and calls himself an old immortal, but he is never an immortal. Everyone calls him "old immortal" to his face, but calls him "old weirdo" behind his back. He heard it, remembered it in his heart, and made up his mind to truly become an immortal.

When he was young, Liang Ziwen believed in the practice method of harvesting yin and replenishing yang, and forced virgins to lose their virginity, but it did not have any effect. After that, he put all his hopes on the scarlet viper, imagining that this treasure, which had been repaired in various ways, would guarantee his ascension in the daytime.

In fact, after Lu Chen swallowed the viper, he neither attained Taoism nor became an immortal, but suddenly gained twenty years of skill.

The authentic Taoist priest Qiu Chuji once said that there are immortals in this world, including Guangchengzi, Cangchu and Lu Zu. But they are actually strong men in martial arts, so strong that they trample the rules of the world, so they can only be described as immortals.

Therefore, immortals are not immortals. Instead, Qiu Chuji taught Lu Chen that since ancient times, he had sought immortality and asked questions, but there had never been any results. When pursuing things that don't need to be vague, it is better to look at the suffering people in front of you, feel the various emotions in your heart, and then kill them. He killed them and beheaded them, and gained great pleasure.

Everyone knows these truths. There are probably countless people who have told Liang Ziwen, but he turned a deaf ear and kept doing things here and there. After decades, he was still far away from becoming an immortal.

But all his efforts were not in vain, and he was finally able to prolong his life. At the very least, his skin is far smoother and more delicate than those of his peers. His hands were of course equally well-kept, and they hardly looked like the hands of an old man over sixty.

White, tender, rosy, soft, suitable size, slim and fit. This hand seems to be carved from jade, but lighter than jade; it seems to be fabricated from clouds, but more solid than clouds.

This hand is now holding on to an ice edge.

With this shake, the hand immediately changed.

Several big and thick veins suddenly popped up from the back of his hand. The palm is still white and tender, but it no longer has the slightest softness and lightness. It has been carried out, filled, and even fuller by a magnificent power.

The catch was only a fleeting glimpse. On the surface, Liang Ziwen was still saying those words viciously. He shook his hand with a little force and retracted his hand. From the outside, it looked like his sleeves were shaking.

With a whoosh, a stream of light that was extremely difficult to detect in the dark night seemed to emit from the sleeves, coming silently through the wind and snow.

Lu Chen smiled.

sneer.

If Qiu Chuji saw such an expression, he would definitely feel strange. He had never seen such a smile on anyone in his life, but it was very familiar.

It's very, very familiar.

(End of this chapter)