Niujiao Mountain has two peaks standing side by side. It is named because it looks like an ox horn. It is a hundred miles away from Songyan Mountain. There are many rocks on the mountain and little vegetation. There is a deep canyon between the two peaks at the bottom of the mountain. There are often strong winds in the valley, making it impossible for people and horses to stand upright.
Some people call it the Valley of Return.
After sorting out the geographical anomalies left by Changqingzi, Zhang Chunyi roughly selected a few places that might meet the conditions for refining the magic seeds and wind. Then Zhang Zhong led several servants from Changqing Temple to visit them in person, and finally chose Niujiao.
The wind valley at the foot of the mountain.
More than five months have passed, and few people in Changqing Temple now mention Changqingzi anymore. Even if he is still the nominal owner of Changqing Temple, Zhang Chunyi has become the real number one person in their eyes, but the one who calls the shots
Although people have changed, for these handymen, their lives have basically not been affected.
Of course, to this day, some anomalies in Changqing Temple have been vaguely spread, but this is also inevitable. Over time, people on the mountain will inevitably interact with people at the bottom of the mountain. After all, many of their lives
All supplies depend on Zhuangzi at the foot of the mountain.
Riding alone without letting Zhang Zhong follow, Zhang Chunyi came to the Return of the Wind Valley alone.
"The mouth of the valley is small, the belly is big, and it looks like an open pocket. It is indeed a place to hide the wind."
Stopping and looking at the mountain, Zhang Chunyi's thoughts were spinning.
By studying the Jade Mother Sutra, although he has not yet started on the path of earth master, he has a different perspective on the mountains and rivers.
Leaving the red-maned horse outside the Return Wind Valley, Zhang Chunyi walked into the valley.
Wuwuwu, the wind howls, with a strange echo, like a ghost's roar, echoing all over the wind valley
With strange rocks, no vegetation, and low intelligence, it is a truly desolate place.
With his strength flowing, he stabilized his body, stepped up the stone, and stood at a high point. Zhang Chunyi carefully looked at the scene in the Return Wind Valley.
"The spirit is low and can be ignored. There are many cracks on the rock wall, which should be the source of the strange wind. There is no monster energy left. No monster has come here in a short period of time. It is indeed a suitable place."
There was a hint of greenness in his dark eyes. At this moment, Zhang Chunyi used the soul secret technique inherited from Changqing Temple, the Demon-Seeking Pupil.
The Demon Seeking Pupil of Evergreen Temple allows cultivators to see demonic energy. During cultivation, it is necessary to prepare a medicinal solution with the blood of the Crane Demon and the power of the soul to refine the eyes according to the secret method. Zhang Chunyi has mastered it in the past two months. With one step, he was like a crane soaring into the sky. After confirming that the Hui Feng Valley was indeed suitable for refining the technique called Breathing Wind, Zhang Chunyi immediately took action.
The refining of the method of calling the wind requires the help of the power of heaven and earth. Zhang Chunyi needs to make certain changes to the terrain of the Return Wind Valley and arrange a simple formation, and this will last seven days.
At noon, the sun in the sky is emitting warm light. This is a rare sunny day in the depth of winter, but at this moment, evil spirits are roaring in the Huifeng Valley.
Woo, the strong wind blew, flying sand and rocks, and the force flowed, like a body falling from a thousand pounds, Zhang Chunyi barely managed to stabilize his body.
"The time has come, it's time."
Threads of clouds and mist emanated from the body and could not be dispersed by the wind. Zhang Chunyi entered the demonized state again.
The demonic power surged, the formation was activated by Zhang Chunyi, and the five materials with the Millennium Pengyu as the core began to glow, getting brighter and brighter.
There is a Tao in heaven and earth, and the passage of Tao leaves traces. When the Tao traces are carried by something and absorb the spiritual inspiration of heaven and earth, spiritual objects are born. However, these Tao traces are scattered and disordered, and have no specific meaning. Dharma seeds are fragments of the Tao formed by the orderly gathering of the traces of heaven and earth. They have clear meanings, expound the principles of heaven and earth, and can use them to leverage great power.
The process of artificial cultivation and refining of magic seeds is actually the reorganization of scattered Dao marks. As long as this step can be completed, the magic seeds will be born.
The howling wind gradually gathered into a tornado, and the eye of the storm was where Zhang Chunyi was. This was an unprecedented sight in the Return Wind Valley. If anyone broke into the Return Wind Valley at this time, they would definitely be torn into pieces by the raging storm. p>
The sun sets and rises again. As the day and night pass, the raging storm in the Huifeng Valley gradually calms down. At this time, a touch of green water like water envelopes the valley.
"Call the wind."
Looking at the magic seed floating in mid-air, the size of a thumb, shaped like a lotus seed, exuding a clear blue light, Zhang Chunyi showed a smile on his slightly pale face. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted at this time, he felt depressed in his heart.
I can't help but be excited.
Reaching out, Zhang Chunyi grabbed the magic seed in his hand, and the vision in the valley suddenly disappeared.
The divine object is self-obscuring. After its true birth, the Dharma species immediately returned to the ordinary and turned into a dusty stone lotus seed. Even under the detection of the divine mind, there is no abnormality. It is difficult for uninformed people to determine this.
It is just a Dharma Seed, and the external manifestations of the Dharma Seed are actually diverse. Only after being refined will it turn into the shape of a lotus seed, just like the water-gathering and mist-repelling powers in Hongyun's body.
"The next step is to let Hongyun refine the wind, but this is not a suitable place."
Looking at the messy Huifeng Valley, where there was no more wind gathering, Zhang Chunyi turned around and left.
After blowing the whistle to summon the red-maned horse that was looking for food somewhere, Zhang Chunyi headed towards Songyan Mountain, but after running a certain distance, Zhang Chunyi held back the reins.
"Blood-Eyed Eagle."
Looking up and looking at the small black dot hovering in the sky, Zhang Chunyi narrowed his eyes. It was an eagle with gray-black feathers, light yellow claws and blood-colored eyes.
"Is someone targeting me? Is it because of the vision when the Breathing Wind Dharma Seed was born?"
Blood-eyed hawks are small in size, about the same size as rabbits, but they fly extremely fast and have sharp eyes. An experienced falconer can train them to use their own eyes and ears.
"There shouldn't be many immortal cultivators in this place. This place is just a wild beast, not a monster."
After confirming that he was being targeted, Zhang Chunyi simply stopped. It would be difficult for him to escape the pursuit without dealing with this beast. However, the blood-eyed eagle flew too high, so it was not easy to kill him. p>
Rumbling, the ground trembled, and it didn't take long for a group of more than ten riders to catch up. They rode horses astride their swords, and wore various clothes, some of which were stained with blood. Their auras were fierce, and their expressions were carefree. Judging from the posture of the horses, most of them had some...
Despite his superficial martial arts skills, he looks like an old gangster at first glance.
"Boy, you took the treasures in the Return Wind Valley. Hand them over and I'll give you a treat. Otherwise...hehe."
Surrounding Zhang Chunyi, the leader, a strong man wearing a tiger-skin coat, with a bald head and a stubble, spoke. He looked Zhang Chunyi up and down, with a playful smile on his face. The moment he appeared, the
The blood-eyed eagle hovering in the sky swooped down and landed on his arm.
Hearing this, the other gangsters also burst out laughing. They did not take Zhang Chunyi seriously at all, but this was normal. Zhang Chunyi was dressed in Tsing Yi, fair and handsome, and did not even carry a weapon.
He looks like a lamb to be slaughtered. He may have some family background, but he will not be taken seriously by gangsters like them, not to mention that their leader is a powerful warrior with great training.
"I originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but now it seems there is no need."
The indifferent expression remained unchanged, and wisps of mist grew around Zhang Chunyi.
He stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, and water vapor surged, gathering into a fist-sized drop of water in Zhang Chunyi's palm. However, it was not transparent, but pitch black.
With a wave of his hand, the water droplets exploded and turned into countless small water droplets. With a whistling sound, they were like a strong bow shooting at the surrounding gangsters.
"The Immortal Cultivator."
Seeing this obviously extraordinary method, the knowledgeable horse bandit was immediately frightened and wanted to turn around and run away, but it was too late.
Bang bang bang, blood flowers bloomed. After a short and shrill wail, the open grass suddenly became quiet, leaving only headless corpses, some even blown into several pieces, red.
Yes, it was bleeding all over the floor, and the blood-eyed eagle also lost its head. After all, it was Zhang Chunyi's focus.
Strength has two characteristics: light and dark. Dark strength can hurt people invisible, while Ming strength is fierce and incomparable. The last time he killed Zhao Shan, Zhang Chunyi fused dark strength into the rain-gathering magic, but this time he fused Ming strength.
Jin.
Walking in a pool of blood, ignoring the tragic scenes around him, Zhang Chunyi performed a simple body touch.
"It seems that he is not an ordinary horse bandit."
Looking at the palm-sized copper token engraved with the shape of an eagle in his hand, Zhang Chunyi murmured softly.
The horse bandits didn't have any valuables except a few taels of silver, but this was normal. After all, they were out to rob. Only this token was special. After all, ordinary gangsters would not create something similar to identification.
Generally, only those gangsters who gather in the mountains and forests and really become the climate will do this.
"Did the eagle as a symbol come from other counties?"
After recalling the situation in Changhe County, Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly.
The overall situation in Changhe County is relatively stable. Although there is no shortage of mountain bandits and water bandits, they have not really become popular, and there is no one with an eagle as its symbol.
After thinking to no avail, Zhang Chunyi gathered the frightened horses and took more than ten horses with him on his way back. As for the corpses, they were naturally left to the hungry beasts.