Nine secrets to cover the sky

Chapter 132 Dove City
It was late at night, the formation of the red side was closed, and the peaceful Gangmu Cliff was restored. Compared with the past, people felt a little more secure in their hearts.

The members of the Qimen clan fell asleep with hope for tomorrow.

And Fang Jie, who also regards tomorrow as a new beginning, sits cross-legged in the wooden house adjacent to the cliff, thinking.

He looked at the dark night sky and the pale clouds through the white gauze that was blown by the wind, and said to himself: "Although the clues of the Changxiang fungus are still very vague, after all, we have a clue. It is also time for me to leave here and officially start this Zhonghuangshan trip."

Thinking of this, Fang Jie withdrew his gaze, first took a deep breath and said: "Only Hong Fang of the Qimen clan is so powerful. The power of the Chinese emperor's hundreds of clans is indeed not in vain. The road ahead is bound to be difficult and dangerous. Before leaving, I also It's time to make more preparations." Then he turned his eyes to his hands and said: "It is impossible to improve the realm of martial arts in a short period of time. When I left the imperial city, all the treasures were left to my parents and daughter-in-law. Now I have Only this one 'Cicada Bead' can save your life, and then there are small frogs, golden beetles, and some elixirs. It seems that we can only rely on "Proficient in False Techniques."

Immediately, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and began to practice.

As time passed by, the night passed quietly.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on the sunny side of Gangmu Cliff, the entire Qimen clan gathered in one place.

While the elders took out the materials stored in the clan without any worries, the women enthusiastically cooked a luxurious meal that was unimaginable before. Some of the young people went out to hunt, and some began to practice.Everyone was in high spirits, as if they were resurrected from the dead, and started a day full of vitality.

Of course, everyone in the Qimen clan knew that all of this came from Fang Jie's favor, so everyone from the grandfather of the crow to the children who had just learned about things all came to visit Fang Jie early in the morning to express their gratitude.But it was a pity that Fang Jie was sitting in the wooden hut practicing, and he looked very serious when he was motionless, so everyone left silently without disturbing him.

In this way, one day passed, two days passed, and three days passed.

By the fifth day, the people of the Qimen clan had adapted to the days without fear, and gradually devoted all their enthusiasm to changing themselves and the fate of the tribe, gradually no one came to the door, but the people of the clan would pay respect when they passed by. In the wooden house, Fang Jie finally opened his eyes.

He clapped his hands on his chest, and said: "Don't move!", and two roots grew under his feet, which were constantly changing, growing, and splitting.

In the blink of an eye, the two roots turned into twenty as thick as an arm. First, they pierced through the wooden house with a "bang", and then continued to change, grow, and split, looking around.

When there were more than 100 buckets thick and thin, the entire wooden house was overwhelmed and burst with a "crash", while hundreds of buckets thick and thin and hundreds of meters long were attached to the rock wall, swimming like snakes. Walking, he circled Gangmu Cliff twice before stopping.

Looking at it now, Fang Jie seemed to be at the top of a thorny jungle, standing on top of two astonishingly thick roots in the mid-air a hundred meters away from the cliff full of tree roots.

When the busy Qimen clan saw this horrific scene, they were stunned for a moment, and when they recovered from the shock, they all cheered loudly towards the worshipers.

Hearing the movement, Fang Jie waved to everyone, then turned his head, paid attention to his feet, and secretly said: "With this technique, as long as it is on the ground or not far from the ground, these thick roots can immediately penetrate into the ground. The ground is fixed for hundreds of meters, and the speed and length of the extension are enough, but what about the strength?"

Thinking of this, the two branches under his feet circled a few times, which made him turn around, facing several criss-cross branches on the rock wall, so he released the aura of thousands of hands, and more than 30 aura palms were like lightning. Swing out, the target is those several branches, bombarding them indiscriminately.

Hearing a series of "bang bang bang" sounds, the entire Gangmu Cliff was shaken slightly after being smashed, and the Qimen clan's eyes widened and their faces were full of excitement.

In Fang Jie's eyes, after the rocks splashed all over the rock wall, more than 30 aura palms tightly destroyed the ends of three arms, which were just the tip of the iceberg. Extending the split, it returned to normal immediately, which satisfied him very much.

"The strength is enough." He said with some relief.

Immediately, two thick and abnormal roots "handed" Fang Jie back to the plank road, and at the same time, thousands of branches were drawn back, and finally disappeared at the bottom of Fang Jie's feet, and Fang Jie just happened to be standing on the plank road at this time .

Accompanied by Crow and Huitou, Crow's grandfather came over, applauded and said with a smile: "What a powerful method, if you read correctly, it is the five elements supernatural power, right?"

Fang Jie nodded, looked at the empty space outside the plank road, and said apologetically, "It's a pity about that house."

Grandpa Crow, who seemed to have a new look with the tribe, waved his hand heartily when he heard the words, and said, "It's okay, just cover it again, my Qimen clan has enough materials and manpower now, hahaha."

Greyhead and Crow both giggled.

Crow's grandfather invited Fang Jie to the cave where he talked that day. There was a very rich meal prepared there, and there were deer, Huitou, and some older clansmen sitting with him. Everything was carefully arranged. The purpose is to thank Fang Jie for what he has done.

The Qimen clan was already warm and hospitable, and they were in a good mood these past few days, so they all drank to their heart's content and made a lot of noise, but fortunately, Fang Jie was able to blend in.

It was soon evening.

The clansmen who sat with them left one after another happily and stumbled, and when only Fang Jie and Wu Ya's grandfather were left, Fang Jie was silent for a while, and said to Wu Ya's grandfather, "Old man, I should say goodbye to you."

Grandpa Crow, who was a little drunk at first, suddenly became excited: "Going?"

Fang Jie nodded and said: "To be honest, I have important things to do when I come to Zhonghuang Mountain, so I don't have much time to stay here."

Crow's grandfather couldn't hide his disappointment when he heard the words: "I thought you would rebuild our home with us and start a new starting point, but I forgot that you are not a member of the Qimen clan after all, and my Qimen clan can't rely on you forever. Forget it, there is no permanent banquet in the world, if you have your own business, go ahead and do it, but where are you going? What else is there to do? I haven't heard you mention these things yet."

So Fang Jie told about the poisoning of the woman.

Crow's grandfather sighed after hearing this: "In order to save his beloved, he did not hesitate to trek a hundred thousand miles to come to this perilous Zhonghuang Mountain. I've heard that even if you want to, you can't help."

Fang Jie said: "It's okay, I have found the clue, first go to Jiucheng to find Heilonghe."

Crow's grandfather said: "Jiucheng is a square city. I have never been there, but I did hear that there is a Black Dragon River there."

Fang Jie said: "That's good."

Crow's grandfather looked at Fang Jie and said, "Zhonghuang Mountain is full of dangers, you must be careful."

Fang Jie nodded and said, "I'll come back to visit you when I'm free."

Crow's grandfather smiled gratifiedly, and after chatting for a while, he sent Fang Jie outside. After finding a clansman, he took Fang Jie to a wooden house outside the plank road to rest.

After a night, Fang Jie got up energetically at dawn, and without greeting anyone, he drove a big bird that turned from a small frog over the Gangmu Cliff, and continued to fly south.

On the way, while keeping an eye on the surrounding ground and high altitude, he secretly planned: "First, I need to find a map of Zhonghuang Mountain. If possible, I also need to learn about the characteristics of some powerful races in the Zhonghuang Clan, and then Follow the Black Dragon and head west.

Two hours later, the terrain turned into an emerald green plain, and when I opened the back door, I found that there were signs of crowds not far ahead, and several vague low buildings appeared in sight. I thought to myself It should be Jiucheng, so speed up.

Ten minutes later, Jiucheng was in front of us, but what was surprising was that the scale of this city was so small that it was not as big as a town in the Central Plains countries. Not to mention that there were no walls to stop the enemies and herds of beasts. Most of the buildings exposed on the grassland are vulnerable gray earth houses, which don't look like a market at all.

Fang Jie took back the little frog and walked forward instead, thinking: "Anyway, first look for the map, and then go to the back of the city to find the Black Dragon River."

In this way, he stepped on the knee-high weeds, gradually walked to the road, and soon entered the city.

However, when Fang Jie saw the situation in the city, he was immediately stunned.

I saw that this city, which is worse than the town, is very lively. Among the tens of thousands of people, there are strange people with snow-white skin and hair, and there are villains who are less than an inch long and fly around in the sky. There are barbarians wearing animal skins and tall hats, accompanied by two white tigers, and there are also well-dressed, handsome, and eloquent scholars.Not to mention the gorgeous and eye-catching high-level animal spirits placed on the ground like selling vegetables in front of the stalls, which are at least third-level spirit beasts, as well as those colorful jars, Guqin, calligraphy and painting, Bronze giant tripods, flower baskets, etc., are at least the treasures of martial artists above the intermediate level of spirits, but they are occasionally tripped by people coming and going, and then they are picked up casually by the stall owner. I don’t know how neglected they are .

How could Fang Jie have imagined that under such a desolate and dilapidated appearance, the city was so prosperous.

Not only the various races made him dizzy, but more importantly, those treasures and beast spirits that were rare in the Central Plains China were so underestimated here.

Fang Jie stood there in a daze for a long time, until he was touched by a guy who was more than three meters tall holding an ax, and then he came to his senses.

He turned his head, looked at the giant, and secretly opened the flashlight to take a look, but was surprised: "It's not a state of crisis, nor is it fighting for life. Could it be related to race?"

Thinking of this, Fang Jie had a stronger desire to understand the clans of the Emperor in his heart.

So his eyes searched around, and finally found a stall with a lot of goods, and then he was in front of the stall owner who lowered his head and dozed off, and his strength was only at the Gangqi level.

(End of this chapter)