Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 300 Hope
The winter is very cold.

In different places, the definition of severe cold is very different.

In the eyes of the people of Zhou, Qimo and other states in the Northland were places of absolute bitter cold.

But if people from the Northern Wilderness Snowfield say it, the wind and snow in Qizhou is so gentle.

It's like a girl's hair, it feels a little itchy when brushed on the face, and it even makes people feel drunk, so immersed in it that they don't want to wake up.

Under the dark night.

Facing the oncoming wind and snow, the coachman's face was full of enjoyment.

He took off the wine bag tied to the saddle, pulled out the cork and took a sip, "Sure enough, the weather in the south is smooth and rainy. Even on a snowy night, it feels like a breeze blowing on the face and spring rain."

The battle ahead was over, and the coachman finally felt relieved.

You don't have to be as nervous as you were just now.

Now just wait quietly.

Just like there have been countless battles before, His Highness Huangchen has returned victorious before he knew it.

When he is in high spirits, he will be given a lot of rewards casually.

Elder Lingming Chu Yan did not respond to the coachman, but silently watched the depths of the dark wind and snow.

Not long after, he counted the time, and a little doubt suddenly arose in his heart.

"Those attendants who went to meet him should come back no matter what."

After waiting patiently for a while, Chu Yan inexplicably felt a little chilly, and a trace of unspeakable fear welled up in his heart.

"Even if they climb, they should climb back with His Highness on their backs."

Chu Yan muttered to himself, and then looked at the front shrouded in darkness, the fear in his heart seemed to take root and sprout, and it was quickly occupying the entire atrium.

In his eyes, the darkness ahead seemed to come alive.

There seemed to be a monster that devoured life hidden inside.

Whether it was the guards who went out to explore the way at the beginning, His Highness Huangchen behind, or even the attendants who just went to meet them, they were all killed in the mouth of the monster, and all the bones and meat were chewed and eaten, without leaving a trace.

"There are many stories about monsters in the world, but they are all based on rumors and hearsay. Recently, I have been in an unstable mood and full of delusional thoughts, and I even learned to scare myself.

Huang Chen is a great master in the realm of Yin and Yang, and he is also favored by the Northern Wilderness Brahma, a master surrounded by spirituality, even if Ning Xuanzhen comes, he may not be able to take his life far away from Qinglin Mountain.

What's more, the opposite is just Yuan Daozi pretending to be a ghost. I am too worried and lose the transparency I should have. "

Chu Yan took a deep breath of cold moisture, and then exhaled slowly.

The mood also gradually calmed down.

Just now.

Suddenly darkness surged like a tide.

Flowing slowly from far to near.

Chu Yan blinked, unable to accept it for a while.

pat!

Light footsteps passed into the ears.

Together with the darkness that is flowing and surging like water, it will soon come to you.

pat!

The footsteps came closer.

Although the sound is not loud, it can even be said to be very light.

But it fell to Chu Yan's ears like thunder, which made him tremble violently all over his body.

At this moment, he felt as if he was dreaming.

And it's an endless loop of nightmares.

It is necessary to continue the horrible experience from beginning to end.

but.

Chu Yan looked around and took a look.

However, there were more than a dozen of them just now, and Huang Chen, the great master of Yangyang, was in the team.

Now, apart from him, there is only one entourage left who drives the car, and his level of strength is not even comparable to that of a traitor like him.

Finally, the darkness stopped changing.

It froze just a dozen steps away.

A figure walked out of it slowly.

The man was wrapped in a black robe.

The face is completely covered by the hood, and even the eyes are not exposed, so there is nothing particularly unusual about it.

But Chu Yan's body tensed instantly.

Cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

Blown by the howling north wind again, it was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

In his perception, it was not a person approaching slowly with slightly stiff steps.

But a majestic mountain stands in front of it.

Still a little shrouded cover pressed over.

This feeling was even more terrifying than when I first saw Huang Chen, making people palpitate to the point that they couldn't breathe normally.

Without warning, there was a light pop.

Huang Chen's coachman was bleeding from his seven orifices, clutching his chest and fell down.

Lying softly on the cold and hard ground, his limbs twitched a few times and then remained motionless.

Chu Yan's face was bleak, and he was still struggling to support himself.

He doesn't want to die, so as long as there is a glimmer of hope of living, he must hold on tightly and never let go.

The cold wind blows across the wilderness, and the heavy snow dances with it.

A somewhat yellowed dead leaf came with the wind and floated across the side of the carriage.

Click!

The fallen leaves disappeared immediately.

Only bits and pieces of debris remained, mixed in the snow and scattered all over the ground.

And then fell together, and Chu Yan standing in front of the carriage.

He knelt down and threw himself on the ground.

His forehead was buried in ice and snow, and he didn't dare to make any other movements.

"You're the only one left."

A deep sigh sounded a little weak and tired.

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which exploded in Chu Yan's ears, until his consciousness was almost blank.

Immediately afterwards, there was a soft squeak, and the door of the carriage was opened, "Then you are in luck, I am quite tired now, and I just need a driver."

"Being able to serve Daozi is a blessing from the villain's previous life."

Chu Yan kowtowed and saluted, and straightened his body when he came close to the knees. Without any hesitation, he sat directly in the driver's seat.

Not long after, the carriage sank into the snow.

Following the previous route, continue to Qizhou Fucheng.

After walking a certain distance, Chu Yan finally saw the vast battlefield. His heart seemed to be grasped by a big cold hand, and then squeezed inward with force, making his eyes black for bursts, and it was almost impossible to hold on. Correct posture.

It's like being put into an iron pan and stir-fried vigorously.

There are pitch-black cracks, large potholes, and lingering terrifying auras everywhere, which almost directly arouse mystical delusions and fall into unbearable torture.

"kindness!?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from inside the carriage.

Gudong!

Chu Yan suddenly trembled, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, feeling that he had stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.

The next moment, that voice sounded again, with a hint of nostalgia.

"What is recorded in this volume is actually a detailed explanation of the inheritance secret method of Lingming Mountain."

"I still remember that Concubine Shang Ning used this method before, and practiced it to the seventh of the Nine Transformations of Lingming, breaking through the realm and entering the realm of mystic sense.

I didn't expect to see the complete Nine Changes of Spiritual Brightness here, which is really an unexpected harvest. "

"The same sect of Lingming Mountain is also ill-fated. 30 years ago, he had a fight with Qinglian Demon Cult. He hadn't really regained his vitality. In the end, he was kicked into the mountain gate by the prince of the Northern Wilderness. I don't know if he can keep it in the future. The blessed land of Lingming Mountain."

After a sigh of emotion, the carriage became quiet again.

Chu Yan also exhaled a long breath of turbid air, inexplicably giving birth to a strange feeling of being brought back to life after a narrow escape.

Time passed little by little.

The cold wind howled on the car, and the snow fell heavily.

The car was dead silent, as if there was no one in it.

Suddenly, that voice sounded again.

With a bit of sudden joy.

"So it is."

"The so-called one skill, ten thousand skills, after I raised the blood net to the [-]th stage, some basic skills that were once unattainable, suddenly became enthusiastic and active."

"And this stone is also a good thing."

Chu Yan, who was driving carefully, was slightly taken aback.

However, before he started to think about the hidden meaning of these two sentences, an inexplicably familiar breath overflowed from behind.

It was like a ray of breeze, sweeping across his body if there was nothing.

Chu Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't believe his feelings.

shuh...

Another breeze blew past, and the second breath overflowed from the compartment, sinking silently into the darkness.

Chu Yan tried his best to restrain the urge to turn his head.

Watch the nose with the eyes, the mouth with the nose, and the heart with the mouth, and sit on the shaft of the chariot without moving.

At this moment, the third breeze hit, as if even the wind and snow around the carriage gave birth to spirituality.

"One breath and one change, three breaths and three changes."

"In just such a short time, he didn't even know if it was enough to read through the cheats carefully, but he had already started to practice.

Moreover, since one breath time completed one transformation after the introduction, three breaths time has reached the realm of three spiritual transformations. "

"How is this possible? Even if he has already been born from the cathode and the anode, and has never been exposed to the Nine Changes of Lingming, it is impossible to reach such a speed."

"It's like asking me to transfer to Xiuyuan Yiyi Guiyuan Gong now. Although they are both Quanzhen internal training methods of the sect, the internal fundamentals are not the same. Getting started with Gui Yuan Gong is not that easy."

"How on earth did he do it?"

"This guy, is he still a person?"

From the first ray of breeze, in just three breaths, Chu Yan's heart has already been filled with monstrous waves.

Even Sanguan was hit like a blast.

In Chu Yan's decades of martial arts practice, he has met one after another talented Lingming Mountain disciples, and watched them grow step by step and reach different heights.

The closest one was Concubine Shang Ning, who was personally taught by the Mountain Master. Her talent was so high and her cultivation progressed so quickly that even an elder of Lingming Mountain was surprised and moved.

He thinks that Shang Daozi is the most spiritual disciple of Lingming Mountain in the past few decades, and also the greatest hope for revival of the sect. In the future, he will definitely surpass all the elders and deacons, and may even stand at the same level as the master of the mountain.

However, even for Concubine Shang Ning, it took nearly two years from the beginning of practicing the Nine Transformations of Lingming to the level of the third transformation.

This is two years, not two months, let alone two days.

The one sitting in the back, the most heard voice is about the same age as Huang Chen.

As a result, it only took a sip of tea to reach the spiritual progress that Daozi of Lingming Mountain required to count in years.

Compared with this person, his penance for so many years seems to have become a joke.

If the speed of this practitioner's breakthrough is like a soaring arrow, then he, the Xuangan Elder of Lingming Mountain, is at most a snail crawling on the ground.

It was so slow that he wished he could step on it to death.

Inside the carriage, Wei Tao put away Lingming Nine Changes carefully, and brought the crystal clear jade in front of his eyes.

Quietly, the status bar appeared in front of my eyes.

"I found Lingming Baoyu (broken), whether to make it up."

He directly chose no.

Immediately afterwards, a new line of writing appeared.

"Lingming gem (broken) is found, whether to absorb it."

This time, Wei Tao did not make a choice immediately, but remained silent for a long time.

The diamond-shaped jade emits a hazy blue light.

Brighten up the entire cabin.

Wei Tao quietly watched the jade in his hand, after all, he didn't send it to the status bar immediately.

It was precisely because of its benefits just now, coupled with the extremely complicated blood network in his body, that he was able to so smoothly enter the Nine Transformations of Lingming, and directly cultivated to the realm of the Third Transformation.

It is simply more convenient and quicker than using gold coins to upgrade.

Therefore, it is not advisable to kill the chicken and take the eggs.

A good thing is to make the most of it.

At least wait for him to squeeze out its use value and make it useless, then let it exert its final light and heat and fill it into the vault in the status bar.

With a plan in mind, Wei Tao turned on the Nine Changes of Lingming again, and quickly immersed his entire mind into it.

Time passed little by little.

The cold wind howled outside the car, and the heavy snow mixed with ice particles kept hitting the car, making a dense crackling sound.

The horse pulling the cart snorted from time to time, dragging the wheels across the road, creaking and creaking endlessly.

"Nine transformations of spirituality, in a sense, it should be three transformations of spirituality."

Wei Tao closed the volume, closed his eyes and thought about it.

"The first seven changes are all quantitative changes. As long as you are a martial artist with good talent and aptitude and fit the Lingming Mountain skills, as long as you practice hard with one heart and one mind, you can basically improve step by step.

It's just that because of the difference between people, the speed may be different. "

"But after the eighth change, the whole method of practice becomes completely different, it is no longer an accumulation of quantitative changes, but a leap of qualitative changes.

At this time, the real test for practitioners comes. Whether one can break through the mysteries and become a Grandmaster, in addition to talent and perseverance, there is also an element of betting on luck, which is really speechless. "

"As for the ninth change later."

Wei Tao kneaded his sore brows, and slowly shook his head after being silent for a long time.

To be honest, he didn't understand.

Obviously I know every word, but when combined together, it becomes a heavenly book, and I can't figure out the key points even after thinking about it.

Not to mention the nine transformations mentioned in the last few pages, he couldn't even read all the words, which greatly damaged the self-confidence that had grown rapidly after the three transformations in the blink of an eye not long ago.

At this moment, the carriage stopped slowly.

Accompanied by Chu Yan, he carefully asked, "Daozi, you will arrive at the capital city of Qizhou soon. Do you want to rest here, or continue on your way back to the mountain gate?"

Suddenly, there was a soft creak.

The carriage door was opened.

"Before, your mood fluctuated, and your true energy and blood flowed spontaneously, which is obviously the way of nine transformations."

Wei Tao's tone was calm, without a trace of emotion, "So, you are not a warrior from the Northern Wilderness, but a member of the sect who eats inside and out."

"Forgive me, Taoist, I have no choice but to, they..."

Chu Yan's heart sank suddenly, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead instantly, and he subconsciously asked for mercy.

Click!

He only felt a chill on his forehead, and after being blown by the wind and snow, he immediately felt an inexplicable and strange refreshing feeling.

It's like getting rid of the shackles, almost wanting to ride the wind to go home, and the whole person becomes extremely light.

The only downside is that the wind is too cold, making the brain numb.

pat!

A semicircular thing flew up high, and with black hair fluttering around, it swirled and landed on the ground.

Chu Yan took a closer look, and endless despair and fear suddenly surged in his heart.

"you you……"

He supported himself strongly, and hadn't swallowed his last breath yet.

"Thank you for sending me to Fucheng."

Wei Tao walked out of the carriage, "To express my gratitude, I gave you a ride with my own hands, and I didn't let you get the notoriety of being a house slave with three surnames. You should understand my hard work."

Chu Yan seemed to have turned into a sculpture, and his eyes dimmed a little bit.

Wei Tao didn't look at him again, and walked straight to the sleeping Fucheng ahead.

Suddenly, a sigh sounded from behind.

"Master, I'm sorry for you."

Wei Tao stopped and turned around to look.

I saw Chu Yan slowly lowering his head, his brain mixed with blood, flowing all over the place.

The whole person was silent.

…………

………………

It was snowing heavily and the wind was howling.

Even in the deep mountains, everything is covered by a vast expanse of whiteness.

A figure with stiff and twisted movements walked slowly on the slippery stone steps in the mountain.

She stops at a certain place from time to time, quietly watching the snow scene in the distance, with a look of reminiscence in her eyes.

A snow-white rabbit ran past her feet, scraping away the snow not far away, gnawing on the dead grass below.

As if in its eyes, the motionless person is just a rock, without any threat, and does not need any vigilance.

One person and one rabbit, several steps apart.

In the heavy snow, it constitutes a scene that is suitable for movement and stillness.

After a long time, until the rabbit disappeared, she got down from the rock where she was standing and continued to climb the stone steps slowly.

"Dingxuan Mountain is still the same Dingxuan Mountain, but I don't know how different the people living in the mountain are from back then."

Luo Qingjun let out a low sigh, slowly raised his head, and looked at the mountain gate that stood in the distance for an unknown number of years.

Quietly, her figure gradually faded, as if blending into the wind and snow.

Entering the inner gate, a wide road paved with flat square stones appeared in front of it, and various palace buildings were distributed on both sides of the road, showing a magnificent, solemn and solemn style.

Luo Qingjun looked around at the unusually familiar environment, and continued to walk slowly along the stone road under his feet.

And the deeper she went inward, the more suspicious and dignified her expression became.

Until they stopped at the square in front of the Dingxuan main hall, this doubt had already reached its peak.

The entire Dingxuan Mountain was silent.

It was empty and dead silent.

All the disciples disappeared without a trace, and only she, the "resurrected" faction master, revisited her old place.

"Where are their people?"

"It's such a big mountain gate, but not even a single person showed up. What happened?"

Luo Qingjun took a deep breath of the cold air, looked up at the great hall ahead, and his heart sank involuntarily.

As the former Dingxuan Taoist, and later the Dingxuan head, she has spent decades here, and has already accumulated deep feelings.

Although he faked his death and went to the Northern Wilderness later, he never thought that he had become an outsider.

Even now, the identity of "Dingxuan's parent" is still retained.

However, when she returned to the mountain gate this time, she was surprised to find that there was no one in the house, and there was no longer the aura of prosperity that year.

Swish!
The white robe floated, and countless transparent silk threads gushed out from it.

With the square in front of the temple as the center, it extends towards the surrounding buildings.

Luo Qingjun tried his best to perceive, trying to find the breath of living people.

But as time went by, it brought more unacceptable disappointment.

Not long after, Guisi began to gather inward, drawing dense traces on the thick snow, and eventually all of them sank into the body covered by the white robe.

"Could it be that Sun Xiyue came here and slaughtered my Dingxuanman sect!?"

She lowered her eyes, her eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

The body is also trembling slightly uncontrollably, like an extremely depressed volcano, which will erupt with terrifying energy that will destroy everything at any time.

Suddenly, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes passed the Dingxuan Hall in front of her, and she looked towards the back mountain that was shrouded in the boundless wind and snow.

The sky is getting dark, darkness is coming.

Dingxuan Mountain became more and more lifeless.

But in this dead silence, she sensed a strong and chaotic vitality, which was transmitted from the direction of the back mountain.

There is also a feeling of being secretly observed and peeped, and it also appears along with it.

Swish!
Countless transparent threads danced wildly, driving Luo Qingjun forward.

In an instant, he had crossed several halls, passed through the narrow mountain road surrounded by pines and cypresses, and came to Dingxuan Houshan, which is rarely visited by people on weekdays.

The feeling of being spied on never goes away.

The vitality became stronger and stronger, but the feeling of chaos also became more serious, giving her the feeling that countless threads were intertwined and entangled, as if she had reached the verge of collapse and explosion.

Not long after, Luo Qingjun stopped at the entrance of a pitch-black cave.

The ground was a bit strangely sticky, and there was a faint smell of blood, even the howling cold wind could not blow it away.

She was silent for a moment, and sighed lowly.

Before she finally chose to enter the Northern Wilderness, she lived in this dark cave for a long time, and she didn't know how many painful days and nights she spent in it.

Standing at the entrance of the cave again at this moment, he couldn't help recalling memories that he didn't want to mention.

Luo Qingjun shook his head and stepped into the darkness.

Light and dark instantly switch.

Along with it came a buzzing noise that filled her eardrums.

It was as if there were a lot of people talking non-stop, expressing their opinions, all kinds of voices mixed together, and finally turned into the roar of bee swarms flying.

Luo Qingjun remained unmoved, and walked quickly in the darkness.

Suddenly, a soft light lit up.

The lamps inlaid on the stone wall were lit from near to far, illuminating her way forward.

Luo Qingjun frowned slightly, quickly turned a corner, and passed through a half-covered metal gate.

She stopped just inside the door, and could already see the wide stone hall at the end of the cave.

The items displayed inside seem to have not changed much, not much different from when she first lived in it.

The only difference lies in the person who is entrenched in the open space.

Luo Qingjun took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again.

Looking at that pure and beautiful girl's face across the air.

"Just now, this disciple sensed the aura of life, and thought it was someone who climbed to the top of Dingxuan Mountain, but no matter what, he never thought that it was Master Luo returning to the mountain gate."

A smile appeared on the girl's face, and when she spoke, her voice was bright and clear, causing the body below to tremble slightly.

"You are, Yunhong, the disciple of Junior Sister Gong!?"

Luo Qingjun took another deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"That's right, Master Luo may not know yet, the teacher is no longer in this world, and I don't know when and where he passed away.

My disciple has missed me so much these days, so I just sensed the aura of strange silk manifesting, and thought it was the teacher who heard my voice, even if I climbed out of the underworld, I would come to see my disciple again. "

"Junior Sister Gong, is she already gone?"

Under the cover of the hood, a lonely expression appeared on the left side of Luo Qingjun's face. After a long silence, he sighed and said, "Do you know who killed Junior Sister Gong?"

"Uncle Luo, is he going to avenge the teacher? It's really the sisterhood that makes the disciples so moved."

Two lines of tears flowed from Yun Hong's eyes, but she still had the same smile on her face, "Unfortunately, this disciple doesn't know whose hands Master died, but Zuo You and Xuan Wu Dao, Yuan Yi, and Qinglian Sect are inseparable.

If Master Luo had the heart, he could go to Qi and Xuan now, beat Ning Xuanzhen and Mrs. Qi to death, and slaughter their disciples and grandchildren.

Then enter the place of the dead, send all Qinglian believers to the underworld, and let them be buried with the death of the teacher. "

"I will investigate the matter of Junior Sister Gong myself."

After entering the stone hall, Luo Qingjun looked away from Yun Hong for the first time, looking at the dark red wall behind her, smelling the lingering sweet smell.

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Except for Junior Sister Gong, what about the rest of the mountain gate, where have they all gone?"

"Uncle Luo went to the Northern Wilderness, and his whole person seemed to be a little abnormal, and he even lost the keen eyes that saw everything."

Yun Hong laughed again, and kept trembling with the utensils and decorations beside her, "Master, hasn't he noticed that the Dingxuan Sect is here!"

"The Dingxuan sect is right in front of the master!"

She paused, her face suddenly became distorted and crazy, and her voice was buzzing when she spoke again.

"We are the Dingxuan Sect, and the Dingxuan Sect is us."

"you?"

Luo Qingjun squinted his remaining left eye, and then turned his attention to Yun Hong.

The deepest part of the pupils reflected the huge pile of surging meat mountain, but there was a girl's head with a bright smile growing on it.

She occupied almost half of the stone hall, the surface of her body was full of dense holes, and there were countless silk threads of various colors, like dense hair, coming in and out inside and outside the skin.

The blood trickled down, and most of it was swallowed and absorbed by the dense threads and holes before it fell off, and the remaining small part rubbed against the wall behind, dyeing it in a large dark red color.

"Of course it's me, and it's us."

Yunhong blinked her rippling eyes like autumn water, and with the cracked wounds on the surface of the meat mountain, pairs of different eyes were added in the countless holes in an instant, and they blinked together.

"I am us, we are me!"

"That's why I would like to thank Uncle Luo for creating the knot of one heart, so that disciples, elders, deacons, brothers and sisters can be of one heart and one mind, regardless of each other.

It's just a pity that the teacher who is no longer there, without her guidance, even if we are of the same mind, we still cannot see clearly what she saw at the beginning, and cannot empathize with her fear.

Of course, I still can't understand her thoughts of suppressing my cultivation and not letting us go further. "

Speaking of this, Yun Hong tried her best to stretch her neck, her eyes fixed on Luo Qingjun.

"Master Luo, as the teacher's senior sister and the former head of Dingxuan, should know exactly what the teacher discovered. If you can tell me in detail, the whole Dingxuan faction will be grateful."

Luo Qingjun shook his head slowly, "Junior Sister Gong has her own experience, so I don't know what she discovered."

"Master Luo doesn't know?"

Yun Hong turned her head back and remained silent for a long time.

When he spoke again, his voice suddenly became extremely chaotic, as if tens of hundreds of people were speaking in unison, "Master Luo, your arrival gave us hope, but then you destroyed our hope with your own hands."

(End of this chapter)