Chapter 1: The Remnant Clan Sitting on the Ruyi Gate
In an open space with a radius of more than 20 feet, two groups of shadows were tumbling about. In an instant, there were dozens of dense "bang bang" sounds, which seemed like the impact of weapons. From this point of view, it seemed that two people were fighting
Have a fierce fight.
There were more than ten people lined up on both sides of the field, headed by a middle-aged man, who were all watching attentively with serious expressions. These bystanders were clearly at least ten feet away from the fight, but as the two of them moved closer,
As they fought each other, little sparks and waves of air kept rushing toward their faces, making their hair flutter and their clothes dance.
After a while, the fighting figures of the two men gradually slowed down. Only then could it be seen clearly that they were both young men in their twenties and thirties. One was wearing a red scarf and white clothes, with a bright and handsome appearance, and was holding a bright silver tiger head.
Hook; the other man is tall and tall, with a tough look on his face, and the shining snake-shaped sword in his palm emits a penetrating light.
At such an age, the aura released during a fight can actually spread ten feet away, which is shocking in the world of secular martial arts. However, the faces of this group of people were normal, and there was no fuss at all.
The handsome young man holding a tiger-head hook is named Huang Zhengde, and the burly young man wielding a snake-shaped sword is named Huang Zhengtu. They are not martial arts wizards, but monks who have just broken through the second level of Zhenqi. The two are cousins.
Born in the Huang family of Chunfu Mountain. The Huang family was originally one of the tens of thousands of immortal cultivating families north of Huanghai and west of Rongzhou Peninsula.
The cultivation methods passed down by low-level sects and small aristocratic families are very superficial, and the external objects used for cultivation are also extremely scarce. Those with better qualifications are considered lucky to be able to cultivate to the seventh or eighth level of true energy. Most people, in this life,
I just pray that I can cultivate to the third and fourth levels of true energy and live a hundred, fifty or sixty years without any disease or disaster. As for breaking through to the spiritual realm, I dare not even think about it.
Destined to have no hope of breaking through the spiritual form, this generation embarked on another path, called "Double Cultivation of Dan and Wu". It combines the practice of Zhenqi realm with secular martial arts to strengthen the vitality internally, train the muscles and bones externally, and use magic weapons
, supplemented by martial arts to seek maximum combat power in the true qi realm. Those qi practitioners who have worked hard to reach the eighth or ninth level of true qi may not be the opponents of the dual cultivators in the sixth or seventh level. With this method,
As long as you don't encounter spiritual monks, you are invincible.
In fact, in the history of secular dynasties, those fierce generals with good reputations, armed with heavy soldiers and armor, and known as "the enemies of ten thousand people", were actually mostly warriors who came to the world with the "Double Cultivation of Dan and Wu".
Huang Zhengde and Huang Zhengtu, cousins, are monks from a small aristocratic family who have embarked on the path of "Double Cultivation of Dan and Wu". The weapons in their hands are the rotten silver tiger-head hook and the frosty snake-shaped sword. There is no spiritual power fluctuation at all, but
It is very tough under impact, and it is obviously a "magic weapon" rather than a "magic weapon".
These two weapons appear to be very dexterous on the surface, not heavy weapons like hammers and bronze men. But in fact, the rotten silver tiger head hook weighs 880 kilograms, and the frost snake-shaped sword weighs 640 kilograms.
If a mortal knocks lightly, his bones and muscles will be broken.
At this time, the fight between the two suddenly accelerated. As the weapons clashed rapidly, sparks burst out. In the blink of an eye, Huang Zhengde's tiger head hook approached the vital points of Huang Zhengtu's chest and abdomen again and again, and victory seemed to be in sight.
.Huang Zhengtu was in danger one after another, hesitating to the left and right, but his face remained calm, and he retreated steadily for a while, looking for opportunities. As the two jumped quickly, the onlookers gradually gave way to an opening.
Suddenly, Huang Zhengde let out a "whoop", raised his hook with his backhand, and swung the sword away from Huang Zhengtu's hand. Then he turned back and stabbed Huang Zhengtu in the back of the heart. Seeing that Huang Zhengtu was unable to resist, the bystander hit the short man in the middle.
The sharp middle-aged man's eyes flashed.
However, at this critical moment, Huang Zhengtu unexpectedly leaned over and rolled to avoid the frontal attack of the tiger's head hook. He used his backhand to avoid hitting the target with a sword, and stabbed Huang Zhengde's wrist.
Huang Zhengde missed the silver hook and seemed to be caught off guard. Even though the snake-shaped sword stabbed by Huang Zhengtu had obviously withdrawn its strength, he could not avoid it. With a "chi" sound, there was a sharp pain in his wrist and blood flowed out. Huang Zhengde
I felt a strange force rushing through my body, my head felt dizzy, and then I collapsed to the ground softly.
Huang Zhengtu didn't seem to expect that his cousin could not avoid this blow. He stayed on the spot, a little at a loss. He was obviously the winner, but at this moment, big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, which was even worse than when he was performing martial arts just now.
Even more embarrassing.
The short middle-aged man who was the leader of the bystanders quickly stepped forward, took out a gray cloth bag from his arms, took out a green pill the size of a soybean, and fed it into Huang Zhengde's mouth. With a wave of his hand, two people immediately came to Huang Zhengde's mouth.
One person stepped forward. One person presented a yellowed bamboo tube with half an inch and a half, picked a spoonful of black and pungent plaster from it with a bamboo strip, and applied it to Huang Zhengde's wound. The other person took out a half-inch wide and five or six-inch long paper.
The yellow paper talisman was wrapped and covered. It took only half a stick of incense, but Huang Zhengde finally woke up slowly.
The short middle-aged man, Huang Zhengtu and others were relieved and let out a sigh of relief.
The traditional methods of monks, such as first-class magical weapons, are all combined with magic and supernatural powers to defeat the enemy; while the "magic weapons" of those who practice alchemy and martial arts, although it is very limited for spiritual monks, it is incomparable to the monks of the same generation.
It is very powerful in combat. Once the skin is cut, the five elements of evil energy hidden in the magic weapon will penetrate into the enemy's body along the blood veins like gangrene attached to the bone, causing great damage.
Huang Zhengde was accidentally injured during the competition. If he was not treated in time, he would most likely become a disabled person.
After a while, the two yellow paper talismans gradually turned white and withered, fell off from the wound on Huang Zhengde's wrist, and turned into a ball of fly ash. Huang Zhengde's wound seemed to have returned to its original shape, leaving only a shallow scar.
The short middle-aged man put his hand on Huang Zhengde's wrist and said, "It's okay."
This person's name is Huang Murong, and he is over ninety years old this year. It is only because of his cultivation at the seventh level of Qi that he has such a middle-aged appearance. This person is now the person in charge of the Huang family. In terms of seniority,
Huang Zhengde, the second grandfather of Huang Zhengtu brothers.
Huang Murong glanced at the sluggish Huang Zhengde and sighed: "Your eighth-grade spiritual root is the highest-quality spiritual root of the Huang family in Chunfu Mountain in the past two hundred years. But Zhengtu has the ninth-grade qualification.
That’s it. Before entering the valley, Zhengtu was no match for you; in just one year, the gap between the two of you has become smaller and smaller. Until today, you have even been defeated by Zhengtu.”
However, Huang Zhengde's eyes were dull and he had a lethargic and languid expression. It seemed that the accusations made by the Second Grand Duke Huang Murong had no impact on him.
Seeing his sluggish look, Huang Murong said in a serious tone: "With your spiritual root qualifications, it is not without hope to achieve the ninth level of zhenqi. If one day you can walk out of the Ruyi Sect and have the opportunity to achieve spiritual form, you can take revenge on the Song family and Shi
Clan, the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the clan rests on your shoulders. You have to work hard to cheer up."
Huang Zhengde opened his eyes wide and stared at the colorful and strange sky. A sly smile escaped from the corner of his mouth and he said feebly: "Go out of Ruyi Gate? How to get out? Second Grand Duke, our Huang family has not been killed, how can we be like this?"
A beautiful land with mountains and rivers as a burial place is already a gift from God. What about avenging Song Shi and reviving the clan? Hehe, haha, hahahaha."
Huang Zhengde's laughter became louder and louder, extremely wild. But no one could hear that there was a sense of despair in this wild laughter. Huang Zhengde was disrespectful, but Huang Murong did not criticize him, and just sighed. Behind him
There were more than a dozen people standing there, all with pale faces, and a sense of depression and desolation in their expressions.
Looking carefully, there is indeed something strange about where these dozen or so people are standing.
This is a strange and dangerous valley that spans hundreds of acres. It is surrounded by cliffs on three sides and rises high into the sky. Although this valley is surrounded by three sides, it has excellent lighting. It is bright and bright all around, just like the scorching sun in the sky. But looking up, this
Brightness is not the result of the sun and moon shining brightly.
The five colors above the head are blurred, with one green part and one red part like glass clouds. The five colors complement each other and blend into a ray of light that shines all over the valley. It is really eye-opening.
Not far from the valley, two rows of 20 to 30 spacious bamboo houses were built, enough for more than a hundred people to live in. The bright green color on the beams of the bamboo houses has not faded, so it was obvious that they were built not long ago.
There is a square lake in front of the bamboo house, close to the edge of the three sides, and only about ten feet away from where Huang Murong and others are. The lake has a strange color and is divided into two halves. One half is completely black like ink; the other half
But it's white, tender and smooth, just like goat's milk. In the green vegetation near the lake, there seems to be starlight and mist mixed together, making it look strangely bright.
The direction vacated by "Surrounding Three Ques and One" is covered with sparse bamboo trees and greenery. It seems that this is the place to connect to the outside world. As expected, many people wearing Huang's costumes can be seen walking towards the greenery.
Walking away, the figure disappeared in an instant. But not long after, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in the open space. After careful identification, it was the person who had gone out just now, and for some reason he returned to the same place.
Huang Zhengde stared at the green mist for a long time, then glanced at the honest and strong Huang Zhengtu next to him, and said dejectedly: "Brother Zhengtu, I entrust the family's revenge to you. The Huang family competition, today
It's the last one. Or you can compete with Zhengchun, Zhengyun and the others in the future, it's up to you." After saying that, he grabbed the rotten silver tiger head hook in his hand and threw it into the square lake.
Huang Murong was shocked, but he didn't expect that Huang Zhengde would do this. He couldn't reach out to snatch it back, and saw that the magic weapon Huang had spent a lot of time building was about to fall into the water.
At this time, there was a sudden crash in the lake, and two-color waves five or six feet high surged up. Then a thunderous roar suddenly erupted, and a young man with eyes like bright stars and an unrestrained attitude stepped out of the lake.
, looked at the dozens of figures in the valley, and a trace of surprise appeared on his handsome face.
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