The years when I explored the fairyland

After exhaling for the last time, Chu Zhou heard another crackling sound from his body. It was different from the movement of big tendons. This time, it was like a waterfall falling down the cliff and flowing into the river, with endless rumbling sounds.

It was the sound of muscles and bones shaking and rubbing all over the body, and what it brought was the air on the surface of the body, which seemed to have an extra circle of ripples, constantly expanding outward.

Chu Zhou himself was also getting taller and taller. In a short time, he had become a burly man with a height of two meters.

But it wasn't over yet. With another breath, his joints crackled, and he continued to shrink again, becoming a dwarf less than 1.5 meters tall.

This is the sign of perfect bone training, also known as the bone seems to be soft and flexible!

His breathing was hesitant again, and Chu Zhou had returned to normal. The energy and blood in his body had calmed down, and his strength had returned. Fine beads of sweat oozed out from his body surface, forming a thin layer of sweat.

Even for him, such a demonstration seemed a bit forced.

However, Chu Zhou patted his body and nodded with satisfaction.

Although the above-mentioned 'Four Phases of Perfection' are all terms of martial arts in this world, it is not appropriate to apply them to Chu Zhou.

But to be able to reach this level in just four months, Chu Zhou was satisfied, well, very satisfied!

If according to the calculation of this world, he has now reached the Great Perfection of the Four Levels and is the ultimate warrior.

In Baisha City, they are all top-notch masters.

As long as he learns how to practice internal organs again, he will be called a "martial arts master" when he goes outside, and he will be on the same level as Wei Jinkui.

As for whether it is difficult to practice the Zang method?

For others, it is extremely difficult, but for Chu Zhou?

Difficulty? What is that?

Hasn't he succeeded before?

Of course, the above are the standards of this world. For Chu Zhou, body tempering has just entered the late stage at best.

There is still some way to go before we reach consummation!

This is not something he is bragging about, because even now, he can still feel obvious progress every time he takes elixirs, medicated baths, and the Seven-Style Body Tempering of the Wandering Dragon.

At most, it used to be a wild ride on the highway, but now it's on an elevated highway and can only ride at a speed of eighty yards.

But even so, for the warriors in this world, it is still an incomprehensible speed of cultivation.

Therefore, this money is really not wasted!

Chu Zhou was mentally building himself up in this way, and when he looked at the account book, he felt less distressed.

However, how to make money has to be put on the agenda!

I don’t know if it was because of martial arts training, but having a sharp weapon in mind and murderous intentions were the first thoughts that came to Chu Zhou’s mind.

Actually, instead of doing business and making a small amount of money, they robbed the rich and gave to the poor, and robbed other people! ! !

…

The night is already deep.

When Chu Zhou blew out the candles, the entire Xuanzhen Temple fell completely into darkness, like a dormant giant beast, sleeping quietly.

But a few miles away, there was another group of people groping forward in the darkness.

They were all dressed in black and had black scarves on their heads, with only a pair of eyes shining with a cold light.

They were moving forward in the darkness without even lighting the torches, so the speed was naturally slow.

From time to time, someone would speak, and low and muffled conversations could be heard in the darkness.

"Boss, boss, do we really want to do this business? I heard that the little Taoist priest of Xuanzhen Temple can really control ghosts and kill people?"

"A ghost? Have you seen it?"

"No, I haven't seen it, but there is a lot of excitement in the city, can it be false?

Didn't you know that the head butler of the Xue family, who usually had his eyes reaching to the sky, had his head taken off just like that? "

"I know, of course I know! But if it's true, why didn't he just take off Mr. Xue's head?

Moreover, if he was so powerful, how could Master Xuanzhen have his head cut off by the one-horned ghost? "

In the dark night, the boss's voice was so confident: "So, they are all lies, don't believe it!!!"

"But boss, Xuan Zhen Guan has a good relationship with the Iron Spear Martial Arts School. This can't be fake, right? We can't afford to offend that Iron Spear Soul Chasing Master Wei?"

"I know I can't offend him, but is that martial artist Wei here? Is he in Baisha City?

After doing this, we keep a low profile. Even if he comes back, can he find us?

Moreover, even if he wanted to seek revenge, shouldn't he go to Mr. Xue? "

"This, this, this... Boss, why do I still feel a little unreliable?"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense!"

After a pause, his voice became deeper: "You think I want to come? Then Mr. Xue found me and made the conditions. Do you think I can still refuse?"

The eldest son's voice was a little higher, and a little harsh: "Now that the matter is done, it will be of benefit to us. Five streets have been drawn up for us in the north of the city. From now on, the brothers will have no worries about food and clothing.

But if we don’t do it, we won’t even be able to see the sun tomorrow. So, do I need to tell you what to choose? "

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent. After a moment, someone said hoarsely: "Just fight!"

"Yes, we fought hard!"

"Fight!"

"Kill them to death, and we will live a better life!"

As they walked along the road, they walked farther and farther. Under the scattered moonlight, in the distance, at the foot of the mountain, the Xuanzhen Temple seemed to be silhouetted in the darkness.

At this point, all the men in black stopped talking, but their hands holding weapons became harder and harder.

However, they didn't know that there were two people following closely behind them, hundreds of meters away.

Wearing a nearly non-reflective raincoat and a bamboo hat on their head, they followed the 'rabble' step by step, as if they were wandering around in their own yard.

It wasn't until the group of people became ferocious that one person said, "This boss is not really stupid!"

Another person said hoarsely: "It's a pity that the strength is too weak, just a pawn!"

"You still have to be careful, maybe that person has some skills in controlling ghosts."

"With the treasure given by the master, why should we be afraid?"

"But it is the master's treasure. If you can't use it, don't use it!"

"I know, I know, I will restrain myself!"

…

Xue Mansion,

Another banquet was held in the living room, but this time, only two people were seated.

Xue Minghua, the county magistrate of Baisha County, did not sit at the top, but sat on the side. On the other side sat an old Taoist wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe with many wrinkles on his face.

The old Taoist looked inconspicuous, his hair was messy, and his robe was in tatters. After many patches, it became pockets with a lot of things stuffed inside.

But even this sloppy old man has a very special pair of eyes. They are not as cloudy as an old man, nor as clear as a young man, nor as tired as a middle-aged man.

Some are just plain!

It's so plain that it doesn't cause any disturbance, it's so plain that there is no difference between the living and the dead.

Xue Minghua didn't like these eyes. Being stared at by the other party made him feel a chill in his heart.

As a result, he tried again and again to liven up the atmosphere, but all ended in failure.

And the old man, just watching his clumsy performance, said quietly: "Master Xue, there is no need to go to such trouble. I took your money and I will take care of things properly."

"hehe!"

Mr. Xue laughed dryly and asked as if he had nothing to say: "Can those few losers really take down Xuanzhen Temple?

That ghost-controlling murderer..."

When he said this, his body trembled, as if he was frightened. After looking around, he whispered: "But I saw it with my own eyes!"

"They are just consumables for testing, and they are followed by my two servants! If the opponent is incompetent, my two servants will take it down.

If they really have some ability to control ghosts, they will also escape and I will deal with them! "

"It just so happens that some things have been left at Mr. Xuanzhen's place for a long time. It's time to get them back?"

As soon as he said this, Mr. Xue blinked and said with some uncertainty: "You know Mr. Xuanzhen? What else did he take from you?"

The old Taoist grinned, his wrinkles twisted together, and he looked very scary: "The Art of Ghost Control, which is Xuanzhen's method of controlling ghosts, was originally taken from me.

Do you think I know him? "

"This, this?"

Mr. Xue felt a cold air rush to his forehead: "What about you, what are you doing?"

"Do you think you found me? No, actually I just wanted you to find me."

The old Taoist smiled even more gently: "So, the money you promised me must not be less than a penny!"

"Not a little, absolutely a lot!"

Mr. Xue had a feeling that the situation was about to get out of control, but at this moment, he could only bite the bullet and said: "Well, I will never compromise on my promise, as long as Xuanzhen Guan is completely dead."

The old Taoist suddenly became interested: "I'm actually a little curious. I wonder if Mr. Xue can help me answer my questions?"

"You said?"

"As far as I know, although the little Taoist priest of Xuanzhen Temple killed your domestic slave, he only killed the domestic slave.

Warning more than anything else!

According to the way you people behave, how can you not fight to the death? "

Mr. Xue seemed to have expected it. He paused for a moment and then said: "That little guy really only wanted to warn, but he warned too well.

A man tore off his own head in front of me. Blood sprayed several meters high and fell on my face.

Do you know how scary that is?

“Since that day, I always dream of that terrible scene every time I fall asleep, and it has become a demon that I can’t get rid of every night.

Therefore, only by killing him and destroying Xuanzhen Guan can I understand my thoughts. "

The old Taoist nodded and said: "This reason is considered acceptable. But..."

At this point, he grinned, full of evil humor: "I have some knowledge of medical skills, and from looking at Mr.

But in addition, the loss of kidney qi, the difficulty in consolidating the essence, and the inability to have sex are also one aspect, right? "

"You dare to say that I won't do it?"

As if he had been touched, Mr. Xue jumped up and his face turned red.

There was nothing I could do. Even a man couldn't bear being told "no". What's more, Mr. Xue was a face-saving person.

In fact, it is unknown whether it frightened outsiders, but the unsustainability of each sexual intercourse made Mr. Xue's hatred grow deeper and deeper like streams converging into a river.

At this time, the old Taoist pointed out that if he didn't still have some sense, he would kill someone.

But the old Taoist didn't panic at all. He stretched out his hand and pressed down, saying: "I have a prescription that can help Mr. Xue show his power again and kill everyone. I wonder if Mr. Xue wants it?"

"Ah!"

Mr. Xue, who was furious just now, sat down again and said immediately: "Yes! Of course I want it!"

"Is this price too expensive?"

"It's expensive, I'll buy it!"

…

Xuanzhen concept,

"ah……"

A scream broke the silence of the night and woke Chu Zhou up. He shuddered, his muscles twitched, and he stood up straight.

Looking outside the house again, he saw shadows of people, like demons and monsters!

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