"The incense of the old monster Golden Spider is gone!"

In the deep mountains eight hundred miles north of Shengjing City, tall trees stand tall, snow covers are like umbrellas, dripping water turns into ice, and there are few people around.

But in a mountain col, there is a faint smoke of Zen smoke floating in the air, condensing into fog and lasting for a long time.

In the incense mist, four weird figures can be seen sitting cross-legged. In front of each figure is an incense burner with nine sticks of incense inserted in it, and the smoke is rising.

If a woodcutter or hunter comes into the mountains at this time and passes by, he will definitely be frightened to the point of trembling and turn around and run away.

Because the figure sitting cross-legged in the smoke is not a human being.

Instead, they were a skinny old deer with most of its fur lost, a golden spider about three feet in size, a red fox with smooth fur and a fluffy tail, and a black dog as big as a calf.

"The Fox King ordered us to divide into four groups and carry Panhuang's remains to escape from Shengjing. The old monster Golden Spider went to the southeast. That is not the area where the princes and nobles of Shengjing live. It should be very safe!"

A biting wind blew by, the cigarette swayed, and three figures exuding a sinister aura suddenly appeared above the old deer, fire fox, and black dog. They opened their eyes at the same time and looked at the golden spider.

The nine sticks of incense in the incense burner in front of me have been extinguished for a long time, and the big golden spider is also crawling on the ground, its eight spider legs are limp and stiff, and its life is cut off.

"The Zhenwu Marquis Mansion is located southeast of Shengjing. The old monster Golden Spider behaves erratically. He always likes to make all-or-nothing decisions and go in the opposite direction. This time he finally failed!"

Above the big black dog, a middle-aged man in a black robe with black smoke all over his body sneered, seeming to be quite pleased.

"Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Zhenwu, has powerful martial arts and unparalleled fist power. He was a peak martial saint ten years ago. No one knows what state he has reached now. No matter how bold the Golden Spider is, he cannot seek his own death and become the demon king of the climate.

Whenever you encounter Jiang Shirong, you have to take the initiative to retreat, let alone us little demons who have not yet become ghosts and immortals!"

The old Taoist with the old deer head and gray hair frowned in thought.

"He was defeated when he was defeated. It's a pity that my king narrowly escaped death and took away five pieces of Pangu's bones from the royal family's treasury. Now that one piece is missing, the king's plan will definitely be hindered!"

On top of the flaming red fox's head is a childish girl wearing a red skirt and two upturned pigtails.

Although these three figures appear to be no different from ordinary people, in fact they are all Yin gods transformed from the souls of monsters who have successfully cultivated.

"Dahei, you have the sharpest nose. I will send you to sneak into Shengjing to investigate the death of Golden Spider and find the remains of Emperor Pan!"

The girl stretched out her fleshy little hand and pointed at the man in black robe rudely.

"Why me again?"

The man in black robe was very angry when he heard this.

"Because you are a dog!"

The girl pointed at the bodies of herself and Lao Dao, and said with a sweet voice: "Look at the two of us, who is suitable for wandering around Shengjing City?"

"Xiaohong's words make sense, Dahei, you can go on this trip. Just in case something unexpected happens, I will make a fortune for you!"

The old Taoist gently stroked his long beard, took out three rusty copper coins from his arms with a solemn expression, and threw them into the snow.

According to the difference in the pros and cons of each of the three copper coins, horizontal lines of different lengths were drawn on the snow surface.

"Let's forget it. With your level of divination, Wen Sheng's move is all about books!"

The man in black robe curled his lips in disdain, and his Yin Shen body flickered, turning into a puff of black smoke and returning to his true form.

The big black dog, which had been lying motionless in the snow, jumped up from the ground.

It barked viciously at a fox and a deer, turned around, ran into the dense forest, and disappeared.

At this time, the old white-haired Taoist also finished drawing the sixth horizontal line, and his face changed slightly: "The earth wind rises!"

"Old man Lu, is the hexagram wrong?" the girl asked curiously.

"This is so wrong!"

The old Taoist sighed and looked at the direction where the big black dog disappeared, with a complicated expression: "Old Hei is in many dangers here. As the saying goes, demons also have feelings, maybe the old Taoist should help him!"

"When did you become so kind?" The girl tilted her head and looked at the old man, a little suspicious.

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"Go to the extreme of emptiness, stay still and sincere, and work on all things together to watch their recovery, and take nine breaths to be convinced!"

In the southeast corner of Zhenwuhou Mansion, in an inconspicuous small courtyard, Jiang Li looked like a swimming dragon, with powerful fists. He punched out, and the air penetrated his arms, and his sleeves beat the air, making a banging sound.<

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Different from everything five days ago, Jiang Li now not only breathes long and has a continuous breath in his body, but his body is also much stronger than before, with full muscles and agile movements.

Taizu's long fist was struck over and over again while his figure was dancing. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and the top of his head was steaming with steam, and bursts of white smoke were rising.

After three times, Jiang Li's physical strength was almost exhausted and his muscles were exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, executing every long punch meticulously.

Put down your hands and punch alone, use the ground cannon, lift the ground to the sky, shake the mountain, and the tiger pounces...

Physical strength is exhausted, muscles are exhausted, reaching the limit.

He circulated his breath and poured it into his arms, legs, and waist. He exchanged breath for strength and practiced hard.

"Stab it, sting it"

The muscles and tendons were torn apart by severe pain, and the bones and joints could not support themselves. Jiang Li punched out, his steps flashed, and he fell heavily into the snow.

If this scene were seen by outsiders, they would not think that he was practicing martial arts at all. This is completely a self-abuse behavior that destroys his foundation and hollows out his potential.

"Nine breaths convinced!"

Jiang Li was lying in the snow. Every muscle, bone and even meridians in his body felt severe pain. His mind was also a little dizzy, as if he would fall into a coma or sleep at any time.

He gritted his teeth, calmed his mind, and entered a "quiet" meditative state, while countless Qi in the void fell towards him.

He swallowed his breath and took a strong breath.

After taking nine breaths, Jiang Li jumped up from the snow. His eyes were bright, his whole body was full of strength, full of energy, full of breath, and he was still a little tired.

"Crossing the steps and rushing forward and backward!"

Jiang Li punched out two more times. The strength of his limbs and waist and abdomen were almost connected together, and the burst of power was far greater than any previous punch.

"The strength of the limbs and waist and abdomen are about to become one. This is a sign that the martial arts is about to enter the second realm of martial arts!"

Jiang Li was overjoyed. It was not that he was asking for trouble or abusing himself, but that the Nine Breaths of Convince Qi could not be used indefinitely at this stage.

After these days of testing, perhaps because of his limited soul power, he can only use magical powers up to four times a day. If he uses it forcefully, his soul will feel like it wants to leave the body.

This is not the out-of-body experience of a monk, but a real lost soul. The book says that once the soul is lost, it is difficult to find it again.

Jiang Li has not practiced Taoism, so he naturally does not dare to take risks easily.

Fortunately, with his Qi and Wu Shuangxiu, he can barely use Nine Breaths to Conquer Qi four times each time.

"My Qi has entered the middle stage of the second realm, and my martial arts has also reached the peak of the first realm. It is much stronger than the martial arts training slaves in the house. With the nine-breath surrender, I can also deal with the captain of the third realm of martial arts.

It’s time!” Jiang Li shook the snowflakes off his clothes.

"Sir, please take a rest!"

Chuchu came over with a kettle filled with warm water. Tears welled up in her eyes when she looked at her young master who was covered in snowflakes and ice.

"Young master, don't practice martial arts anymore. Let's continue studying. If you can't become an official, go teach. In the future, when your students become high officials, they can also rectify your wife's name and redress her grievances.

Let’s go and ask the eldest lady to let us leave the house now. Chuchu will accompany the young master wherever he wants to go and take care of him for the rest of his life!”

Chuchu’s voice was choked with sobs, and she felt terribly distressed.

Although the young master did not say it clearly, during these days, he kept silent about the Confucian Temple and his fame, and practiced martial arts day and night like crazy every day. No matter how stupid he was at Chuchu, he could have guessed it.

It must be that the Marquis did not allow the young master to leave the house to pay homage to the statues of saints and gods in the Confucian Temple.

Now that the young master is sixteen years old, the door of wisdom is closed, and he will not be able to gain any literary talent in this life and become an official in the court.

At first, I don't expect the young master to achieve any great achievements. I only hope that the young master can live a peaceful and happy life.

Looking at the young master who picked up the kettle and drank like a cow, the little maid was heartbroken and panicked.
Chapter completed!