White Bone Monkey King

The moment I saw the copper bell.

Jin An's mind was like lightning piercing the dark night.

In an instant he understood everything.

treasure bowl!

The five internal organs Taoist, the dead man in the white coffin, the incense shop owner, the tangerine peel...these events are not unrelated.

But they all involve the same treasure!

That’s the cornucopia!

…

This incense shop owner is obviously the one who corresponded with Taoist Wu Zang.

That is, the person who discovered the clue to the cornucopia.

And this is a master who hides himself in the city.

Perhaps because the temptation of the cornucopia was too great, Taoist Wu Zang kept his appointment as scheduled and came to Chang County. Moreover, the two successfully reunited and decided to search for the cornucopia together.

…

only.

Later, I don't know what happened, and both of them fell into the mountains.

No one escaped.

So Jin An guessed that the death of the two people might be related to the cannibal coffin temple?

After all, the place where he found the bones of Taoist Wu Zang was near the coffin temple. There were too many coincidences.

…

Jin An sorted out more and more thoughts.

Although he hasn't figured it out yet, what identity does Chen Pi represent in this matter?

Maybe Chen Pi doesn't have any special identity, just because he knows an incense shop owner who has clues about the cornucopia?

And then was forced to get involved in this vortex?

Become the most innocent victim whose life is as thin as a straw?

…

Jin An arrived at the door of Lin Lu's house and saw that nothing happened here, so he said goodbye to the old man.

Say goodbye and leave.

Jin An left with a calm heart.

He originally thought that this time it was just a simple coffin carrying.

Although it was later involved in a body theft case.

But he never thought about the cornucopia from beginning to end.

so.

Jin An wanted to get out in time before he was trapped deep enough.

Before leaving, Jin An also vaguely reminded the old man not to look for the source of the dead man in the coffin. Too many strange things have happened recently, so he should quickly find a place to bury him to avoid more troubles.

Jin An didn't know if the old magician listened to what he said.

After he said this vaguely, he turned around and left decisively.

Jin An wants to completely cut off the relationship with the white coffin and the cornucopia.

Although Jin An is also curious.

What does the mythical cornucopia look like?

But even the Five Zang Taoists and the incense shop owner were involved. This is not a cornucopia. This is a corpse pot!

The sincere Jin An only wants to be a peripheral man.

I'm lucky to see you.

Even if you can’t see it, it’s optional.

I hope that after severing the relationship in time this time, I will not be passively involved again... Jin An is setting a flag for himself.

…

After Jin An left Lin Lu's house.

He did not return to the inn immediately.

Instead, he first came to the blacksmith shop in Dongmianfang City. Today was the date for the delivery of his custom-made weapon.

Among the people in Kangding, crossbows are prohibited, but bows, knives, swords, guns, etc. are not.

Crossbows have always been military-standard weapons of mass destruction, so private possession by private individuals is prohibited.

Things like bows and knives are not regulated.

As he became more and more refined in the "Blood Sword Sutra", Jin An had long felt that the wooden sword was no longer competent, so a few days ago, Jin An found a blacksmith in Fangshi and customized a cutting-edged machete.

Only with the sword can he truly enter the world.

The lonely figure in Hanjiang is an old friend in the world. Why should we meet before? Everyone has a martial arts dream.

This knife customized by Jin An is made of very fine iron. It is shaped like a machete. The back of the knife is thick, the blade is as cool as a mirror, and the handle is slightly longer than an ordinary knife.

This kind of design is more conducive to chopping with both hands, which is in line with the brave and explosive power of Chixuejin.

But because of this, the entire knife weighs nearly five kilograms.

When a cold weapon reaches this level, not to mention the difficulty for ordinary people to wield it, ordinary martial arts practitioners who are physically strong may not be able to continue to wield it and chop for a long time.

And because the material is made of very fine iron, the price is as high as one or two grains of silver.

When Jin An returned to the inn with the knife, it was already noon, and he happened to meet Zhang Lingyun who had finished his meal and was about to go out.

When Zhang Lingyun saw the long-handled machete that Jin An brought back.

The handsome and thin eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

…

Three days later.

Jin'an House.

Today it is not quiet at all.

In the courtyard, I saw two figures moving quickly, fighting back and forth. One of them was using a sword, and he was dripping with sweat, so it was a little awkward to deal with them.

The other person used a long-handled weird machete.

The light of the sword is cold and sharp, and the moves are like powerful thunder. Every step is like thunder, domineering and heavy.

No matter how ingenious the slender woman's body movements were, how she moved, or how she walked like a butterfly walking through flowers, when she got under the powerful and heavy machete in the man's hand, she directly fell ten times with one force, and her explosive power was astonishingly brave.

Finally, the two of them called it quits.

Zhang Lingyunxiang was dripping with sweat.

The little face that was originally cool and fair-skinned is now as red as a ripe peach, making people want to take a bite out of it.

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

It took Zhang Lingyun twenty breaths of effort to finally stabilize the aura in his body that was chaotic due to being shocked by the domineering force one after another.

But her right hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly and could not recover in a short time.

This shows how domineering Jin An's current strength and the explosive power of his sword are.

Zhang Lingyun looked at Jin An in front of her with a complicated expression. She had to admit that the man in front of her was very outstanding, and she was impressed by the speed of his progress.

"Master Jin'an's understanding of swordsmanship is rare in my life. Master Jin'an has completely mastered the essence of the "Blood Sword Sutra", and I have nothing left to give you any advice."

Jin An was not arrogant and complacent. He put away the long-handled machete in his hand and said modestly: "In order to take care of me, Miss Lingyun only competed with sword moves and did not use her internal strength. If Miss Lingyun used her internal strength, I would definitely be defeated." "

"Thank you, Miss Lingyun, for teaching me moves these past two days, honing my sword sense, and gaining experience in fighting with others."

Zhang Lingyun frowned: "I don't like to hear those flattery words."

"If I lose, I lose. I have no excuses."

"I went up to the mountain when I was seven years old, and I have been honing my sword skills for eleven years, but I am still not as good as you, a beginner, who has mastered the swordsmanship in ten days. I am indeed not as good as you."

"You have surpassed me in martial arts understanding. I don't need to teach you moves in the future. In the future, you can only move forward alone."

Jin An was stunned when he heard this.

Then he clasped his fists with sincere eyes: "Thank you so much, Miss Lingyun, for this kindness. I, Jin'an, will keep it in my heart!"

Three days ago, Jin An bought a knife and Zhang Lingyun happened to see it.

Zhang Lingyun did not blame Jin An for being ambitious and overachieving. He had been practicing martial arts for seven or eight days and started learning to run before he could even walk steadily.

She found Jin An the next day and said simply: "It's easy to get into trouble if you practice swordsmanship alone. I'll teach you how to use force."

So this was the scene before us.

Zhang Lingyun had been teaching Jin An for two days, but he had nothing to teach him.

"Miss Lingyun, can I ask a question?"

"Um."

"Why do Miss Lingyun keep helping me?"

"..."

"Uh, Miss Lingyun, why are you leaving?"

"Miss Lingyun?"

"Miss Lingyun?"