The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

Under Yuewu Mountain.

A few cars slowly stopped at the foot of the mountain with a lot of noise.

With a click, the car door opened.

A black-haired young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a powerful figure came down from above.

The rest of the cars also came down one after another, young people in their teens and twenties.

The black-haired young man looked up at the trail going up the mountain, and then glanced at the fruit vendors crouching on both sides.

His name is Zhong Ling, and there are several big family children in Ningzhou City. My parents are wealthy businessmen. They started from the gray roads, and they just rushed out of the road in the complicated and fierce Ningzhou to lay a huge foundation.

Just because the parents are tough, it does not mean that the children will inherit their talents and courage.

The young generation of the Zhong family, the eldest son of Zhong Ling, is obsessed with all kinds of strange people and martial arts practice all year round.

In the city, I was looking for martial arts masters to teach from my childhood. The body is messy, and I really practiced some routines.

The second daughter, Zhong Yinxue, is obsessed with foreign studies, painting, and attending various receptions and banquets, and is extremely yearning for the so-called socialites and noble ladies.

It is close to the metropolis Minshan. The journey takes just over an hour.

Zhong Yinxue was not satisfied with the small place in Ningzhou, and often went to the cousin Minshan for activities.

"Some time ago there came a great Lianjiazi? Are you sure you didn't get the wrong information?"

Zhong Ling is obsessed with martial arts, looking everywhere for real talented masters to apprentice.

It just costs a lot of money, and what you encounter is either a quack or a crop.

So over the years, he has a lot of martial arts, such as mantis boxing, three emperor hands, and chasing wind legs.

The liar has also learned a lot of routines, such as Shaoyang palm, throat-sealing spear, stubbornly pointing fingers, Huishan fist...

But if you really want to take it out for a fight, even a battlefield veteran who has seen blood can knock him down.

Therefore, after so many years of hard searching, Zhong Ling himself slowly developed doubts about martial arts.

In the end, so many years of effort is not worth it.

This time, he got news from his entourage again, knowing that Yue Wushan has come to another practitioner with extraordinary skills.

A few strokes to defeat the strong foreign boxer who came to the stage to challenge.

Half-believing, Zhong Ling barely rekindled his enthusiasm for martial arts and brought people here.

"Brother Ling, it's true. I've already inquired clearly this time. I'm sure it's a real record. That's right."

A young man with a big back leaned forward.

"The man's name was Xue Hanwu. He said that he passed by here from a different place, and he wanted to make money by doing art, and he wanted to go to Minshan.

If we were not quicker, we would really miss it. "

"Go, go, go!" Zhong Ling nodded, "Go up and see first. But you have to be sincere in learning martial arts, and there is no meeting ceremony, so I can't express my desire to practice martial arts! He Xiaoguang, you go to the third car , Get some good stuff out!"

"Okay Brother Ling." A flat-headed young man responded and turned to the last third car.

The old-fashioned Toad-Eyed car had insufficient power and was not fast. He Xiaoguang, the flat-headed car, walked to the trunk of the car and had to open the door.

Suddenly he swept away from his angle of view, and swept across to a figure that had just passed by on the right.

"Huh? So tall and strong?" He Xiaoguang was a little surprised.

The person who just passed by is about two meters tall, with a thick waist and a round waist. It can be described as a standard tiger-backed waist, and he knows that it is not vain and fat.

In addition, this person is wearing that close-fitting black short coat and trousers. Although he was wearing a cloak outside, he still couldn't stop this person's burly figure.

A man of this kind is rarely seen in Ningzhou City.

It's not that there are no two meters tall, but such a strong one is really rare.

He Xiaoguang has been following Zhong Ling for a long time, and he has some insights into Lianjiazi. At this time, seeing the person passing by, he instinctively felt that the other party had definitely practiced.

As for whether it is a martial artist or a soldier, it is not clear.

Taking out the gift box from the trunk, He Xiaoguang hurried over to the front of Brother Ling.

He carefully mentioned the person he had just seen to Zhong Ling.

"Is that so strong?" Zhong Ling's eyes lit up slightly, "Where is the person?"

"Over there." He Xiaoguang hurriedly looked in the direction where the person had left.

"Huh? What about people?"

At this time, on a mountain path up the mountain, who among the individual tourists can be seen clearly at a glance.

At this moment, the two of them saw that there were all ordinary people with thin builds, and there was no such burly man as he just said.

"This.... Going up the mountain here, I can't see it so soon?" He Xiaoguang wondered if he was dazzled.

Zhong Ling didn't blame him either, but thought he was dazzled, and patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

"Let's go up the mountain to see the master."

He looked up at the road up the mountain, took the lead and walked forward.

If it is still not possible this time, he will really give up.

The dream of martial arts may also be the time to wake up.

When the parents are old, it is impossible to shelter them from the wind and rain for the rest of their lives. He has to carry some things by himself.

"Wait for Brother Ling!" He Xiaoguang stopped him again behind him.

"What?" Zhong Ling was a little impatient, and if he drew on, the master would run away.

"There is one more thing, I have to tell you in advance.

Do you remember the case of the disappearance of people on Yue Wushan some time ago? He Xiaoguang said in a low voice.

"Why? Could it be related to the master I see now?" Zhong Ling was taken aback.

"I just remembered that the few people who were missing, like the master, were all passing by here..." He Xiaoguang looked around, lowering his voice.

"Isn't it?" Zhong Ling's expression became a bit solemn.

"I've heard of this too." Another follower Xiaoqiao on the side hurriedly interjected, "I heard it was haunted on the mountain."

He deliberately said in a mysterious and gloomy voice.

"Haunted!?" Zhong Ling felt a little hairy.

Unlike ordinary people, he knows that there are many rumors in this world, not just rumors.

the other side.

Wei He walked like the wind, but almost no one noticed on the way, his speed was different from ordinary people.

Obviously his steps are not fast, but he can span several meters with each step.

This was due to his forcibly suppressing his speed in order not to shock the world.

Even so, it only took Wei He a few minutes to climb Mount Yuewu before reaching the wide platform square on the top of the mountain.

Climbing Sendai, this is the name of this square.

At several mountain crossings on the stage, there are large stones carved and painted with cinnabar.

Because the square is on the top of the mountain, the mountain breeze is strong and extremely cool.

There is also an unknown Buddhist temple.

The Buddha statue inside seems to be a few years old, and the statue of Guangci Arhat is enshrined.

There are also scriptures written in unknown scripts on the walls, attracting many tourists to watch them.

There is an old monk in the Buddhist temple with a little novice monk, who makes a living from incense money and growing vegetables and fruits by himself.

When Wei Heyi came up, he saw this old bronze-colored Buddhist temple.

He stood in the distance, glanced inward, and saw that the offering was just an Arhat.

Speaking of it, Xuanmiaozong also worshipped deities back then, but Xuanmiaozong belonged to the Taoist school, so the worship was naturally the highest **** of the Taoist school, Taishi Yuanjun.

Wei He took a close look at the old monk who was sitting on his knees in the temple.

Confirming that there is no abnormality in the opponent's body, only the declining energy and blood, he withdrew his sight.

The purpose of his coming here is to find out whether Yuan Duzi passed through here in the first place.

He firmly believed that with the strength of the spirit and strength of the master sister Yuan Duzi, he would never simply die like that.

Even he was not swallowed and killed by the mist, the master sister was originally a great master, and also broke through to a higher level. You can definitely find a way to avoid the virtual fog!

Wei He firmly believes in this.

At this moment, a few tourists who went up the mountain pointed out.

"Climbing the Xiantai to the Xiantai, Ming Xian is a Taoist saying, but there is a Buddhist temple built here, which is also funny."

"There is no difference between Taoism and Buddhism now. It's not easy to survive." Another person sighed.

"The famine a few years ago, followed by floods, plagues, and too many people died. Let's go and look at the stele written by General Zhang Xingwen."

The few tourists seemed to be not ordinary people, and they all wore silk jackets and jackets.

"Zhang Xingwen?" Before Wei He went out, he investigated and collected information.

During the years of his seclusion, the once big moon was not all smooth sailing.

The warlords in the middle separatly ruled and fought again and again, and there were foreign enemies invaded by foreigners in the middle.

Serakra made a comeback because of the old hatred of the year, using guns that were much more developed than that of Dayue, and once occupied a lot of territory.

However, many warlords joined forces and drove out.

Many warlords in the middle also had a very short-term unification situation, but unfortunately...because of the problems of democracy, interests, party strife, etc., the unification quickly collapsed and returned to the chaotic war situation.

And Zhang Xingwen was a national lover at the time, and he was very famous. He died in the foreign war.

Several people left slowly.

Wei He slowly walked along the Dengxiantai Square, making a little circle.

I went around here first and found nothing.

He didn't change his face, if he really left traces like this, he would have been overwhelmed by the remaining traces for so many years.

Looking for a corner, Wei He stood still, his eyes flashed, and he instantly entered the real world.

Now that there is no real qi from the outside world, if he wants to enter the real world, he must consume the real energy stored in his own body.

With the real energy that contains true energy, as a substitute, the senses can maintain a super-sense state without being degraded by the virtual mist.

Fortunately, for so many years, Wei He seldom used his true energy, and he was already extremely powerful, dozens of times more powerful than a real person at the same level.

So just to maintain the senses, just maintain it for hundreds of years without worrying about exhaustion.

It's just that Wei He has the idea of ​​using a little less, and avoiding it as much as possible.

The same is true for his Sanxinjue bloodline. Without the nourishment of True Qi, he can only keep his breath in these years, and occasionally use it to moisturize it with real energy.

It can barely maintain the original level.

The current situation is that Wei He's huge real power has become a power bank, charging Sanxinjue's powerful body and super senses from time to time.

As long as Wei He's strength is not released, Wei He's strength is enough to support him in his old age.

Even in actual combat, he can use only his pure physical body to solve all troubles with speed and strength.

After improving his senses, the scene before Wei He's eyes changed drastically.

The shallowest level of the real world-Yingxiaofeng level.

The tourists on the Xiantai platform are coming and going, all of them are covered with a little powder float.

It's like a sugar man coated in powdered sugar.

The weird Ying Xiaofeng remained the same, but the true energy in the air disappeared.

Wei He carefully scanned all the way from the ground and walked around Dengxiantai again.

Suddenly, he stopped in his footsteps. The line of sight fell straight on the edge of the ground.

There is close to the location of the cliff fence, UU reading www. There are two huge bird paw prints on the ground.

The paw prints are five fingers, sharp and sharp, deeply embedded in the ground, forming five black holes.

"Without the real beast, is there anything else coming out?" Wei He was awe-inspiring.

"Still, this is a trace left over many years ago."

He squatted down to check carefully.

It was found that the paw prints were some years old, not recent traces.

"Is this a trace left by the master sister?"

Wei He frowned while stroking the claw marks on the rock on the ground.

Suddenly he looked startled, raised his hand and smelled it.

A faint smell of stench and rottenness penetrated his nostrils.

"What smell?"