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Chapter 230 Tomb of the Living Dead Xiao Long Nu

Hong Chen's words stunned the six Quanzhen disciples.

Judging from their expressions and eyes, they really didn't know that Wang Chongyang was still alive.

In fact, if Hong Chen himself had not received the main task of defeating Wang Chongyang after meeting Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, he would not have thought that Wang Chongyang was still alive.

"Senior, my master passed away many years ago." Qiu Chuji responded seriously.

Although he was a little unhappy because it was not a secret, he still did not show his emotions.

After all, apart from the obvious gap in strength, he also felt that Hong Chen's eyes and expression did not seem to be deliberately provocative.

Hong Chen nodded, then asked, "Is Yang Guo here?"

Hearing this name, Qiu Chuji couldn't help but his face stiffened again.

At that time at Piaomiao Peak, he heard Hong Chen’s sarcasm clearly. The first thing he did after returning to Quanzhen Sect was naturally to look for Yang Guo. Later he realized that Hong Chen was not being sarcastic on purpose, but was telling the truth.

"Yang Guo...is not in Quanzhen Sect." As he said this, Qiu Chuji couldn't help but sigh.

Hong Chen couldn't help but chuckle: "Hehe, bring Zhao Zhijing here."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji's expression paused.

Zhao Zhijing's master Wang Chuyi stepped forward and said, "Senior, may I ask..."

"It's better not to be too bold." Hong Chen interrupted.

Wang Chuyi was embarrassed and speechless.

Seeing that Hong Chen didn't understand, Wang Chuyi sighed and turned around to look for him.

After a while, Wang Chuyi returned, followed by a Taoist priest with a short beard. Judging from his posture, his martial arts skills were not bad, but there was obvious panic in his eyes.

When he got closer, he immediately bowed and saluted: "Zhao Zhijing from the Quanzhen Sect, I pay my respects to Senior Xielong."

Hong Chen did not respond, and Zhao Zhijing did not move.

Zhao Zhijing is Wang Chuyi's disciple and the most powerful martial artist among the third generation of Quanzhen Sect disciples.

However, this person's character is insidious and vicious, and his selfish desires are extremely strong.

"What about people?"

Before Zhao Zhijing could come back to his senses, Wang Chuyi, who was worried, said, "In the ancient tomb..."

"Did I ask you?" Hong Chen looked up.

Wang Chuyi held back his words for a moment, and Zhao Zhijing raised his head quickly: "In the Tomb of the Living Dead." Then he pointed to the west: "In the woods over there."

Hong Chen turned his head and saw lush greenery and thick forests over there, but there was also smoke rising.

At this time, Qiu Chuji also took a deep breath and took the initiative to explain: "Senior Xielong, although I don't know what your relationship with Yang Guo is, after hearing about this, the first thing I did when I returned to Chongyang Palace was to inquire about it. Then I learned that Yang Guo had changed his sect and worshipped Granny Sun and Miss Long of the Ancient Tomb Sect as his master."

Hong Chen: "And then?"

Qiu Chuji was stunned for a moment, and said, "Since Yang Guo has changed his sect, it is not convenient for me to interfere. Besides, my master left a will that Quanzhen disciples are not allowed to enter the Tomb of the Living Dead, so I did not take him back."

He thought his answer was enough to explain the situation, but unexpectedly, Hong Chen shook his head while listening, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"What about him?" Hong Chen pointed at Zhao Zhijing.

Qiu Chuji was puzzled.

Hong Chen shook his head: "I think you don't even know the facts. I know Zhao Zhijing is a Quanzhen disciple, but didn't Yang Guo also join the Quanzhen Sect before? I won't tell you what Yang Guo's identity means to you, I just said that both of them are Quanzhen disciples, why do you believe it?"

Qiu Chuji was speechless and turned to look at Zhao Zhijing.

Zhao Zhijing bent over, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead dripped onto the ground, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Qiu Chuji knew that Zhao Zhijing must have concealed something in his previous words, so he immediately shouted angrily: "Zhao Zhijing! What is the truth? Tell me the truth!"

He couldn't help but mix his inner strength into his voice. Zhao Zhijing was immediately frightened and fell to his knees. When he raised his head, sweat and tears mixed together and he cried, "Uncle Master, I deserve to die. That little beast..."

Wang Chuyi suddenly slapped Zhao Zhijing in the face, interrupting him, but he did not stop no matter what. Then there were continuous crisp sounds of slapping.

Zhao Zhijing's face suddenly became swollen and blood kept oozing out of his mouth.

The other Taoist priests were obviously a little bit reluctant to watch this scene, but no one of them said anything to stop it.

It’s not that Wang Chuyi doesn’t love his disciples, but when Zhao Zhijing cursed at him, Hong Chen’s suddenly raised brows were like a sharp sword suddenly hanging over everyone’s head.

If they can't even keep their posture correct, I'm afraid that today Chongyang Palace will be completely wiped out from the Song Dynasty... no, from the Xuan Dynasty.

After a moment, Wang Chuyi stopped, panting and turned to Hong Chen and said, "I hope you will forgive me, Senior."

"It doesn't matter whether I forgive the crime or not. As long as you feel comfortable bullying an orphan, then I have nothing to say."

Hearing this obvious sarcasm, the Taoists couldn't help but blush.

Sun Buer could not help but said angrily, "Zhao Zhijing, what on earth did you do? If you don't tell the truth, we will not only expel you from the Quanzhen Sect, but also abolish your martial arts, so that you will not completely disgrace Chongyang Palace!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing, who was lying on the ground, trembled violently. He quickly turned over and knelt on the ground, telling in detail what he had done before.

With Hong Chen by his side, he dared not tell a lie.

Hearing his words, several Taoist priests first widened their eyes in astonishment, then their faces turned red with anger and their beards trembled. As a master, Wang Chuyi could not help but tighten his grip on the hilt of the sword again and again.

In the end, Zhao Zhijing begged for mercy while banging his head on the bluestone slab, which was soon covered with blood.

Seeing this, Wang Chuyi kicked him over with one foot, pointed at him and said: "You have completely disgraced me!!"

Qiu Chuji turned around and shouted, "Bring the others up to me!"

The young Taoist priest who was standing not far away was startled and quickly turned around to look for someone.

Hong Chen stood up.

Qiu Chuji's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was about to ask for help, he heard Hong Chen say, "Okay, you guys can handle it yourself. I'll go to the Ancient Tomb Sect to take a look."

After saying this, he walked past the Taoists without even glancing at them and headed west.

Only when his back disappeared into the forest did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Qiu Chuji looked at Zhao Zhijing with a frown that could kill a fly. Wang Chuyi drew out his sword with a clang and said decisively, "Discard it!"

Zhao Zhijing looked up in shock, unable to believe it.

Qiu Chuji also hurriedly said: "Junior brother, it's not that bad yet."

Wang Chuyi looked at Zhao Zhijing, whose cheek was stained with blood, and snorted coldly: "I think it is necessary. A disciple like this will only cause trouble if he stays. Besides, who can guarantee that he has not secretly bullied other disciples over the years?"

Zhao Zhijing begged for mercy: "Master, spare my life! I have never bullied other disciples!"

"Really? Then I'll check it out carefully. Can you continue to guarantee it?"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly didn't dare to speak again.

Seeing this, Wang Chuyi laughed angrily. He was just testing the waters, but he didn't expect that there would actually be a "surprise".

With a clang, the sword in Wang Chuyi's hand fell. He turned around and said, "Junior brother can't bear it, please help me."

Qiu Chuji stopped trying to persuade him. He was no less disappointed than Wang Chuyi.

Soon, a scream was heard.

Hidden in the jungle, there is a small tomb.

It is hard to imagine that there is a major martial arts sect here that is able to rank among the top in the world in terms of martial arts.

Hong Chen held the sword in one hand and the wine gourd in the other and stepped forward.

when!
A sound of piano was heard, and the meaning of stopping and warning was particularly clear.

Hong Chen paused, raised his eyebrows, then smiled and drew out the Yitian Sword.

With a flick of his finger, the crisp sound of sword rang out instantly.

There was a moment of silence in the tomb.

Hong Chen took three steps forward and listened to the piano music again.

The sword rang again and took three more steps forward.

At this time, the sound of the piano fell, and the buzzing sound came from far away.

Looking up, I saw a group of dense bees swarming towards me, all of them were snow-white, which was very strange.

Hong Chen sheathed his sword and walked forward ignoring the jade bee.

“Young man, don’t go forward. You don’t seem to be a wicked person. If you are stung to death by that jade bee, it will be the fault of our Ancient Tomb Sect.”

The voice was old and not very pleasant, but the words and tone were full of care and admonition.

Hong Chen smiled and said, "Little girl, I appreciate your kindness, but I know your rules. There is no other way except to force your way in. Feel free to use whatever means you have."

Not to mention anything else, the three words "little girl" alone were enough to irritate Granny Sun in the ancient tomb.

"Hmph, you are so young and yet you don't know how to respect the elderly. It seems that I am counting on you." As soon as he finished speaking, the group of jade bees suddenly accelerated and pounced in front of Hong Chen in a blink of an eye.

however.

As soon as the jade bees got close, they suddenly turned around in groups, as if they had encountered something terrifying.

In the ancient tomb, Granny Sun was stunned with shock, and the woman in white beside her also frowned.

The child that Grandma Sun was holding on the other side of her hand also asked, "Are the bad guys coming?"

Hong Chen stepped one foot into the ancient tomb.

[Main quest: Xiaolongnu is ignorant of worldly affairs and has an indifferent temperament. Change her.]

[Main Quest: Train Yang Guo to Become a Peerless Master]

Sure enough, the protagonist always has a main quest, but compared to the past, those who have lost the option are mostly more difficult or take longer.

Hong Chen took another step forward.

A sharp breath suddenly came towards me.

Hong Chen raised his hand, pinched a stone between two fingers, and threw it back.

"Ouch." Granny Sun cried out in pain.

Then, a white silk was seen breaking through the air, and the internal energy attached to it was far beyond the first-rate level.

Hong Chen still reached out and grabbed the white silk, saying: "It turns out to be a little peerless master of the Grandmaster Realm. Little Dragon Girl is indeed worthy of her reputation."

There are three levels of peerless status: the first is the Grandmaster, the second is the Grandmaster, and the third is the Half-Step Heavenly Being.

The realm of heaven requires a perfect balance between body and spirit, which means that most practitioners in the world are destined to be unable to break through in their lifetime.

However, there are many people who have realized the unity of man and nature and can enter this state for a short period of time. Although they are not truly in the realm of heaven and man, they can still crush the grand masters.

Just like the sweeping monk of that year.

Of course, in the face of the true state of unity between man and nature, the half-step heavenly being appears fragile.

The owner of the white silk, Xiao Longnu, is only a little over eighteen years old, but she is a genuine master, and she is not just a beginner, but is approaching the peak.

Being indifferent is not always a bad thing.

Not easily disturbed by external things, and practicing with one heart, one's progress will naturally be rapid. Perhaps for this reason, some people practice the so-called ruthless way, or pursue the supreme state of forgetting emotions.

In some ways, she is more like a Taoist practitioner than the Quanzhen sect disciples next door.

At the other end of the white silk, Xiao Longnu had an expressionless face. She shook her arm to retract the silk, then stepped forward and flew forward as light as a swallow. At the same time, the sword that was shining with a cold light was unsheathed.

Close.

Hong Chen immediately saw a peerless face, beautiful as a fairy, extremely bright, with icy skin and natural beauty.

But there was no expression on this beautiful face, and not much emotion in the clear eyes.

But it was precisely because of this that she looked like a fairy isolated from the world on a thousand-foot-high fairy mountain. Her whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light smoke and mist, seeming real and illusory, and indeed not a person from this mortal world.

(End of this chapter)