Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 301 Zhang Qianyang with Stiff Wings
The life of the old master in the dream is very leisurely. He spends most of the time with his wife, and the rest of the time is fishing, playing with birds, planting vegetables, watching the clouds roll and the clouds, and the flowers blooming and falling. It is very comfortable.

Every three days, he would play chess with Elder Zhenlian. After the game, the two old men would play a slow turtle-like punching style. Their behavior was not elegant, even a bit funny.

Li Daoxuan has been following him, trying to persuade him, but to no avail.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

The state of mind of the old celestial master is not bad. To become a celestial master, the state of mind has surpassed [-]% of people in the world, so he can be called a master of Taoism.

But gods and Buddhas also have weaknesses, and the old heavenly master is no exception. The death of his wife has always been a knot in his heart. Mo Luo grasped this point and created a perfect life for him. Choose the downhill life.

At the beginning, the old master may just have the idea of ​​experiencing it, but as time goes by, 80 years have passed, and his mentality has already changed subtly.

Even a dog, who has been with him for 80 years, will develop deep feelings, let alone a lover who has been thinking about it day and night?

Li Daoxuan could only calm down his mind, carefully observed the life of the old master, trying to think of a way to wake him up.

It is no exaggeration to say that Li Daoxuan even thought about killing the wife of the old heavenly master, forcing him to face the reality, but unfortunately, both he and Yantong were sealed by the old heavenly master. Just an ordinary person.

Yesterday he took advantage of the old Tianshi to go fishing, sneaked into the old Tianshi's room, and prepared to kill his grandmother.

But I didn't expect Grandmother to have purple qi to nourish Yuangong, and she was proficient in martial arts. An eighty-pound iron crutch danced vigorously, like a crazy magic wand, and beat Li Daoxuan to the point of bleeding. In the end, it was God The teacher returned with a big laugh and rescued him.

The old heavenly master told Li Daoxuan to leave, but Li Daoxuan didn't listen, so he let it go.

On this day, after playing chess with Daoist Zhenlian, the old Tianshi was playing that ugly and slow boxing technique again. After the fight, he smiled at Li Daoxuan and said, "Daoxuan, do you want to learn?"

Li Daoxuan shook his head quickly, and said: "Master Zu, this boxing technique is too powerful, I'm afraid I might accidentally kill the old lady."

During this period of time, he also held his breath in his heart, and his words were naturally unpleasant.

The old celestial master shook his head and smiled, and said, "You are not blessed."

After punching, Daoist Zhenlian left. Li Daoxuan took a step forward, took a deep breath, and said, "Master, you really don't worry at all. Both my uncle and master will suffer, and even the thousand-year foundation of Longhu Mountain will be destroyed." Are they all likely to fall apart?"

The old master punched by himself, and said calmly: "I'm worried, but I still don't want to go out."

Li Daoxuan: "..."

"Master, my master and Aunt Ningyan got married and gave birth to a fat boy, don't you want to see it?"

The elderly like to hold grandchildren the most, Li Daoxuan said temptingly.

The old master paused slightly.

The next moment, Zhang Qianyang came over with Liu Ningyan with a big belly, and said with a smile: "Master, Ningyan is about to give birth, please give the child a name."

Li Daoxuan looked at the sky speechlessly, and silently raised his middle finger.

Moro, you are cruel.

"Master, I won't hide it from you. Before I came, Master was worried that you would not wake up. He told me that if you persist in your obsession, after your death, he will never bury your body with Grandmother!"

The smile on the old Tianshi's face froze immediately.

"Did he really say that?"

Li Daoxuan spoke convincingly, and said: "It's absolutely true, Master also said that he will bury your bones opposite Grandmother, and then find the old man who loved Grandmother back then, let them be buried together, and let you just watch, Until the grass grows!"

I'm sorry, master, I can only sacrifice your reputation. In the situation of the old man, it is impossible not to use some strong medicine.

The old Tianshi's face turned black, and it was the first time he showed this expression in so many days.

"Zhang Qianyang... really said that?"

He asked again, his tone completely different.

Li Daoxuan said very sincerely: "I swear on the life of Master, it is absolutely true, every word comes from Master's mouth!"

The old heavenly master's voice became extremely austere.

"Okay, very good, I haven't returned to the mountain for 20 years, and my wings are hard..."

……

"Ah!"

Above the void, Zhang Qianyang sneezed suddenly, holding the three-five-slashing evil male and female sword.

"Strange, why do you have a bad feeling?"

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't think too much, but looked at the Excalibur, and said, "Why did you suddenly leave Fumo Temple?"

He rushed ten thousand and ten thousand times, and managed to catch the Excalibur before it flew away from Longhu Mountain.

The Three-Five Slashing Evil Sword kept trembling in its sheath, as if he wanted to say something, but Zhang Qianyang was not its owner after all, so he couldn't fully understand it, he could only feel a vague emotion.

A little impatient, but also a little sad.

Just as Zhang Qianyang was about to say something, suddenly, a strong demonic aura rushed out from the Fumo Temple, and the excited roars of countless monsters could be vaguely heard, and black shadows rushed out of the Fumo Temple, heading in all directions.

This scene instantly brought back a certain memory hidden in Zhang Qianyang's heart, and made his hand holding the sword tremble slightly.

The monsters in Fumo Temple have come out!

……

In Fumo Temple.

Wu Dabao and others guarded the bed of the old master together.

Relying on the formation of five directions and five elements, although there are many poisonous snakes, none of them can enter within three feet, and they are all wiped out by the formation.

As for those monsters who escaped, they didn't dare to provoke these true disciples of Longhu Mountain, but rushed outside in an attempt to escape from Longhu Mountain.

"Strange, why are the poisonous snakes so weak this time?"

Wu Dabao manipulated the formation flag and easily blocked the group of snakes, he said with some doubts.

As a master of the Yang God Realm, Pan Dan raises very powerful snake monsters. Why are they just ordinary poisonous snakes this time?

At this moment, first a flash of thunder flashed, followed by a rumbling sound of thunder, and a figure descended from the sky, landed in front of Fumo Temple, and crushed the green bricks.

Zhang Jiuxiao's long hair was fluttering, the imprint of thunder on the center of his brow was faintly visible, and the Taoist robe was flying like a flag, with traces of lightning flowing.

He looked at the Fumo Temple, which was in chaos and where the demons were fleeing, his eyes were very deep, and he could not see any emotion.

"Big...big brother."

Liu Ningyan looked at the elder brother with complicated eyes. Unlike Wu Dabao, she got started earlier. She still remembers that when she was very young, the elder brother was completely different from now. At that time, the elder brother treated her very well and cared for her. Take care of her like a sister.

It's just that the elder brother changed later, and became more and more indifferent to her.

"Brother, Pan Dan has released the demons from Fumo Temple. You have the highest cultivation level. Can you go and save the disciples?"

These monsters didn't dare to provoke them, but they might not let the ordinary Longhushan disciples go. They always felt resentful after being imprisoned for so long.

In the distance, the disciples' cries for help and screams could be heard faintly.

Zhang Jiuxiao stared at the old celestial master lying on the bed, motionless, his gaze was like a black hole, with a terrifying calmness.

"Hehe, Zhang Jiuxiao, you're finally here!"

A figure appeared in Fumo Temple, wearing a pitch-black robe, with a bamboo basket hanging from his waist, and with dark eyes, it was Pan Dan.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Now, let's take action together and kill the old heavenly master completely. Otherwise, once he wakes up, our many years of planning will come to naught."

After Pan Dan finished speaking, he took a step forward and was ready to strike.

Boom!

A bright flash of lightning flashed, and Zhang Jiuxiao's arm was like an indestructible thunder knife. With lightning speed, he cut off Pan Dan's right arm. In an instant, blood splashed everywhere, staining Zhang Jiuxiao's Taoist robe red .

Pan Dan let out a scream.

Wu Dabao, Liu Ningyan and others were also stunned.

"Zhang Jiuxiao, why did you hurt me?"

Pan Dan clutched his broken arm, endured the severe pain, and asked loudly.

Zhang Jiuxiao stared at him, lightning flashed in his pupils.

"Who gave you the guts to release the monsters from Fumo Temple?"

(End of this chapter)