Fortune Teller

Female Liang City.

After the battle at Xuanliang Mountain, a large number of warriors still stayed nearby. The collapsed mountain was full of cracks and there were many rubbles torn apart by true energy.

Among the crowd, an old man and a young man were walking on foot.

"Uncle, what are we doing here?" the young man asked.

"Looking for the pinnacle of martial arts," the old man glanced at the young man next to him, "Fu'er, you have a very high level of understanding. In just half a year, you have fully understood the Thirty-six-way Tiger-Slaying Sword. What you lack is just martial arts cultivation, demon flesh and blood. It is extremely precious. Except for wealthy families, only innate warriors have it, so I have to find a master for you."

"master?"

The young man blinked, "Is there anyone in the world who is more powerful than my uncle? It's enough for my uncle to teach me."

"My little kung fu is nothing in the eyes of real masters," the old man shook his head, "There are three levels of warriors in the world, armored warriors, qi masters, and innates. Only warriors who have refined true qi can step into qi. The ranks of teachers are worthy of being called strong.”

"My uncle joined the army at the beginning and fought and fought for many years before finally collecting some of his achievements, obtaining some demon flesh and blood, and joining the ranks of second-rate warriors. However, because of this, he suffered countless hidden injuries in his body, and his journey to martial arts has completely come to an end."

"But you are different. You are still young, and your talents and understanding are high. As long as you worship under the Xiantian Sect, you can at least become a first-class warrior in the future, and even aspire to the Xiantian realm."

"innate……"

The young man's eyes showed curiosity and expectation.

There are many young and old people who want to worship the innate warrior, but without exception, they cannot even enter the governor's gate, and can only wander in the city, waiting for opportunities.

Suddenly, a warrior pointed down the mountain in surprise.

"Look, there is a general in armor kneeling down at the foot of the mountain."

Everyone turned their heads, including an old man and a young man.

I saw Lan Chonghe wearing fish scale armor, kneeling every three steps, knocking every nine steps, climbing up the rugged mountain road.

It is only forty miles from Gaoqiu City to Xuanliang Mountain, which is not far for a warrior. What is difficult is to put aside dignity and face. As a general of Ao State, Lan Chonghe is also a top figure in the ninth rank. In terms of status, Lan Chonghe Not much lower than an innate warrior.

After all, in the entire Ao country, there are only about thirty Houtian warriors above the ninth level. Most of them have established wealthy families, dominate one side, and are not willing to surrender to the imperial court at all.

Only a small part remained in the court and fought everywhere.

With Lan Chonghe's status, he was willing to give up his dignity and face to become Gu Xiuyun's teacher and just be a registered disciple. This was a test in itself.

It was also the opportunity given to him by Gu Xiuyun.

"That's... General Hussars?"

Someone recognized Lan Chonghe's figure.

There are not many first-class warriors of the ninth level in the entire Ao country. Each one of them is a big shot with world-famous reputation, such as the old master of Blackwater Castle in Nancheng and the head of the Twelve Green Forest States. Their portraits have long been known. It was copied and spread throughout the city of Miliang.

"General Lan's knees are covered with dust, and even his armor has turned gray. How many times have you knelt down and worshiped?"

"My forehead has been bruised too!"

Everyone looked surprised and confused.

The warrior at the ninth level, with his true energy surging all over his body and his skin and flesh solid, had to knock his forehead violently, probably thousands of times or tens of thousands of times, and each time he hit the ground hard with a clanging sound.

Behind Lan Chonghe, a group of warriors followed closely. They all came from Gaoqiu City.

"What's going on? Why does General Lan want to kowtow to the rock?" someone asked.

"We don't know for sure. We only know that General Lan started from Gaoqiu City. He was outside the governor's house at the beginning. Maybe he has something to do with that innate."

"Is it related to innateness?"

The warriors at Xuanliang Mountain were even more curious.

Under the gazes of one after another, Lan Chonghe's face remained calm. He took three steps and knelt down, and took nine steps and kowtowed. He believed that the innate warrior would not make a mistake. Since he dared to accept him as a registered disciple, there must be a way to help him go further. .

Over the years, Lan Chonghe had visited the princes of the four directions and received guidance from Ning Jun, but no one dared to accept him as a disciple.

Because Lan Chonghe is no one else, he is a top ninth-level warrior. If he dares to accept him as his disciple, he must be sure to help him, otherwise he will only become a laughing stock. This is something Beiting knows well and he cares about his life. clear.

"As long as you can step into the innate realm, what does fame and wealth mean?"

"After decades of fighting, I have repaid the old general's kindness. From today on, I, Lan Chonghe, only have martial arts in my life."

The fish scale armor is covered with mud, and every time he kneels down or kowtows, there is a loud and heavy thumping sound.

Finally, Lan Chonghe reached the top of Xuanliang Mountain, and a weak but clear voice came into his ears, "Come to Du Mansion to see me."

…

Outside the courtyard.

Lan Chonghe bowed and knelt down. The joints of his fish scale armor were somewhat damaged. Kneeling down and kowtowing again and again caused great wear and tear on the joints of the armor. Heavy armored soldiers rarely knelt down because the armor did not allow it.

"Disciple, I have met my mentor."

"Get up!"

Gu Xiuyun waved his hand, and his spiritual power merged into Lan Chonghe's body, and he explored the muscles and veins all over his body, "Decades of war have accumulated many hidden wounds in the body, and there is also a burn mark left by the innate true energy, which is hidden in the In the Qimen acupoint, no wonder you have been unable to make any progress in these years."

"Qimen Point!"

Lan Chonghe's eyes were startled, and he thought of a past event.

At that time, he had just entered the seventh level and was only in his early forties, which was when he was in high spirits.

In the same year, Jin Sanjian of the Black Iron Kingdom came here to challenge Duke Dongting.

As the general of the court, Lan Chonghe accompanied the eldest prince to receive the envoy, and exchanged some moves with Jin Sanjian's disciples. At that time, the opponent pierced the Qimen point with a sword, but because the wound was only half an inch deep, no one paid attention. .

Since then, Lan Chonghe's martial arts progress has been much slower. Seventeen years have passed before he broke through to the ninth level, and is far away from the twelfth level.

"Jin Sanjian actually plots against me," Lan Chonghe's heart trembled, "Teacher, I am afraid that the Black Iron Kingdom will be detrimental to the Ao Kingdom."

"Gu said that if you want to join my sect, you must put aside your past fame and fortune and give up your official position in Ao country," Gu Xiuyun said quietly, "From today on, the rise and fall of Ao country has nothing to do with you. The plans of Black Iron Kingdom, It has nothing to do with you."

"Disciple understands!"

Lan Chonghe lowered his head.

Gu Xiuyun nodded slightly and took out a book from his sleeve, "You have too many distracting thoughts in your mind and many hidden wounds in your body. The ninth level in this life is your limit, but now that you have entered my sect, I will naturally help you as a teacher. "

"This book is called the Sutra of Freedom and Freedom. It has the effect of driving away distracting thoughts and nourishing the mind. From today on, you must spend at least nine hours every day chanting the sutra, and you cannot leave within ten feet of the courtyard wall. There are slaves and maids to eat, drink, and defecate." I’ll help you solve it. As for shelter, build a straw shed yourself!”