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Chapter 335 Heroic Spirit
"Master, do you think Su Ning will run away with the fairy money? How many days has it been? With his cultivation base, he should have come back long ago."

The autumn wind was rustling, and a dead leaf fell from a tree in the courtyard. The little Taoist priest Guo Haoran took a broom to clean up the fallen leaves, with a worried expression on his face.

Beside the well that gathered mountain spring water, on a long bench was a piece of watermelon, and eight pieces of watermelon rind were thrown on the ground.

Chang Kongzi sat in the middle of the bench, gnawed on the watermelon contentedly with his head down, and had no time to answer this question from his apprentice.

Guo Haoran swallowed his saliva, he also wanted to eat watermelon, but he didn't dare to eat Master's watermelon, because it was a thank-you gift from the widow Wang who still had charm.

According to the master, it was the watermelon of the "female benefactor's heart", and he couldn't digest it at all with his weak cultivation.

After nibbling on this piece of watermelon, Chang Kongzi dropped the watermelon rind, and said slowly: "No, although your master has no great prospects in this life, but his ability to read fortune tellers and divination, no one dares to recognize the second in the world. There is righteousness between Su Ning's brows, and there is an aura of grandeur on his body, he will not be such a despicable villain, it may be delayed by something."

"Master, that's at least thirty fairy coins, which is not a small amount. What's more, we also put in four fairy coins and 100 taels of silver." Guo Haoran was so heartbroken that he was in no mood to sweep the floor. , Throw the broom to the ground, squat on the ground, and crush the ants with your fingers to discourage them.

"You silly apprentice, you have practiced with me for more than ten years. Have you read so many scriptures in vain? You can't even do the simple task of calming your mind. You will have no future in the future." Chang Kongzi cursed with a smile.

"Master, I also know that my paranoia hinders my practice, but I just can't restrain my heart." Guo Haoran's face was full of sadness, and his fingers crushed the ants even harder.

Chang Kongzi knew that the inner demon of his apprentice was the sadness of being abandoned by his parents, which made him have a distrustful attitude towards this world, thinking that the world was not worth it.

Guo Haoran crushed the ants for a while, lost interest, got up and asked seriously: "Master, is there a lot of hope or disappointment in this world?"

Chang Kongzi didn't answer directly, but said euphemistically: "All hardships come with rewards."

Guo Haoran scratched his head incomprehensibly.

"Human monks and monsters in the human world are constantly fighting with each other, and even the human race and monsters are fighting each other again and again. However, the heavenly court has made two rules for the human world with the divine way. One is the bottom line and the other is the height." Chang Kongzi took Picking up the last piece of watermelon on the bench, he gnawed and said, "The bottom line is to prevent the world from becoming a purgatory for the battle between the monks and the demon race. The height is to let the world appear some monks and demon race that can lead to a better world. A chance to become an immortal."

Guo Haoran still doesn't understand.

"Your master wants to tell you, don't think that the world has no bottom line just because your personal experience is below the bottom line." A clear voice descended from the sky.

Chang Kongzi gnawed on the watermelon, dropped the watermelon rind, stretched out his right hand to suck up a ball of mountain spring and well water with the technique of capturing the sky, after washing his hands and face, he twirled his beard and smiled.

Guo Haoran was not convinced: "Why?"

"Life is impermanent. People cannot decide their past, but they can decide their future."

Before the words fell, Suning had already landed on the sword.

Suning, who wears a purple lotus crown and a scholarly white robe, has a certain literati elegance, which makes Chang Kongzi and Guo Haoran's master and apprentice shine.

Regarding Suning's words, Guo Haoran was thoughtful, but before he had time to think about it, he immediately asked: "Su Ning, how much immortal money was exchanged for that demon pill?"

Chang Kongzi also looked forward to it.

"120 fairy money, according to the agreement, I will give you 46 pieces of fairy money." Suning said, took out the bag of fairy money from the square inch amulet on his cuff, and threw it to Chang Kongzi.

Chang Kongzi didn't reach out to take it, but Guo Haoran jumped out and caught the bag of fairy money nimbly, opened the bag, counted one fairy after another, very serious and concentrated.

People who can count money carefully are often not very good at spending money, and Guo Haoran is no exception. After counting, he handed the bag to Chang Kongzi respectfully, and said with a smile on his face: " Master, 46 immortal coins, one is not a lot."

"It's really worthless." Chang Kongzi took the money bag and put it in his sleeve.

This is a Taoist supernatural power, but it is not a secret method, but a supernatural power that has been widely spread. To put it bluntly, it is not worth mentioning. The bluffing name of "Zhongtiandi".

Of course, the real Confucian saints do have supernatural powers in their sleeves, and they can hold a city in one sleeve. Of course, this saint is not a saint, at most he is only an immortal who has become an immortal. He is only a saint in terms of learning. .

Guo Haoran's immature and honest young face has a bright smile that cannot be concealed, and the previous melancholy is swept away, and even gives people a feeling of elation.

In the eyes of Guo Haoran now, Suning is the embodiment of perfection, and his words and deeds are extremely pleasing to the eye.

"Su Ning, are you hungry? Would you like me to feed you?" Guo Haoran rubbed his hands and said flatteringly, as if apologizing for doubting Suning.

"No need, you should leave it to yourself." Even though Su Ning knew that Guo Haoran didn't mean that, he still couldn't help feeling unhappy. This was an instinctive reaction.

Seeing that Suning was so polite, Guo Haoran persuaded him to stay: "Then stay for a meal."

"No, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving."

As Suning said, Yujian headed south.

After bidding farewell to Chang Kongzi's master and apprentice, Suning didn't know where to go. On the sky of Yujian, he took out the map of the world, casually pointed on the map, and pointed to the border of the Longyuan Dynasty where he was, where weapons and demons danced wildly. land.

Draw the frontier of barbarism.

"It seems that my luck is really not very good. Sure enough, handsome men are lucky."

After laughing at himself, Suning put away the map, and the Yujian went down. After landing, he received the Xuanyuan Sword and strode on the road.

He didn't choose to fly with the sword, but walked on foot. While admiring the scenery of lakes and mountains, places of interest and historic sites, he cultivated his mind with the world of mortals and realized the way of heaven and man.

Over the mountains, after passing through several towns, Suning came to a deserted city where no one was hiding deep in the mountains.

According to the map mark, this is a relic of a battlefield in the Spring and Autumn Period, which is dilapidated, but even after more than 1000 years, the murderous aura that is like a headwind is still swallowing thousands of miles like a golden weapon and an iron horse.

Military monks and pure warriors like to come to this kind of battlefield ruins to hone their bodies and spirits.

When Suning stepped into the dilapidated city gate that was no longer tall, countless terrifying auras suddenly gushed out from the abandoned city.

That is the spiritual energy that does not belong between heaven and earth, but the purest spiritual energy of martial arts.

Feeling the incomparable strength of martial arts, Suning's blood boiled with enthusiasm.

This is a great opportunity to sharpen your body and soul.

Above the ruined city, Gang Qi fell like heavy snow, and the buildings in the city that were already decayed were instantly shaken by the Gang Qi and turned into fly ash.

Gang Qi is like a black cloud pressing down on the city.

The city has been destroyed.

Su Ning stepped forward with his left foot, his knees were slightly bent, his right fist was in the style of subduing demon fist, and his left fist was in the style of subduing demon fist, alternately punching one after another.

In an instant, in the abandoned city, the dust spread out like a tide, fists shot up into the sky, collided with the martial arts, and the waves of air shook the mountains.

Mountains, rolling stones, flying sand and fallen leaves.

Suning kept punching, and the martial arts energy in the sky was like heavy snow. Under the impact of martial arts energy and fist energy, this abandoned city completely disappeared from the world and turned into nothing.

The thick clouds drifted away.

The bright sun shone down on the mountains, shining on a messy forest.

Su Ning restrained his fists, looked at the martial aura that gradually dissipated along with the clouds in the sky, and smiled, he hadn't vented his fists so happily for a long time.

Human martial arts, although they cannot live as long as those Qi practitioners, but in terms of combat power, they are second only to sword cultivators who "break ten thousand spells with one sword".

Although I don't know why this battlefield relic of the Spring and Autumn Period has such a strong martial arts, but Suning doesn't care much, just punch freely.

He was originally a martial artist, but he was not considered a pure martial artist because he practiced the talisman of the master, but the martial arts and boxing intent of the "War God" technique was extremely pure. Even if he practiced the talisman separately, his physique and spirit were still not inferior to those pure martial arts .

"It's so pure spiritual energy, I never imagined that there would be such a young man with such outstanding talent in martial arts among Qi practitioners. It's really a thousand years to wait."

In the land of the ruins of the battlefield that had been razed to the ground, a heroic spirit of the battlefield as majestic as a hill suddenly emerged.

It was a battlefield hero with the appearance of a general. Even though his battle armor was dilapidated, his aura still gave people the demeanor of a war god who commanded millions of soldiers and horses.

"Who are you?" Suning looked at the heroic spirit on the battlefield and asked.

He naturally knew that the martial spirit was emanating from this heroic spirit on the battlefield, but he didn't know the identity of this heroic spirit.

People's hearts are sinister, and this kind of heroic spirit incarnated by a warrior on the battlefield is even more dangerous.

"Who am I?" Heroic Spirit murmured to himself, with a lonely voice, "Time is ruthless, thousands of years have passed, and no one knows my name, Bai Xiong, how ridiculous!"

Bai Xiong?

Suning seems to have heard the name somewhere, but I can't remember it, it seems that I heard it while drinking tea and listening to books in a teahouse.

I vaguely remember that he was a great general who was victorious in all battles, and even an invincible warrior with great vigor. Because of his great achievements, he was envied by the monarch and bestowed upon him to die.

This Great General Bai Xiong is a real man, even if he has hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, and is invincible in martial arts, he can obviously raise his arms and overthrow that monarch, or just hang the crown and go away, but he chooses to kill himself.

It seems that the ruins of the battlefield here are a looted and heavy city of the dynasty that has long since perished.

Bai Xiong imagined that he had a lot of grievances and was at the peak of martial arts, so he could easily turn into a heroic spirit.

This is what makes martial arts special.

Martial arts, this is a humane way other than the Shinto of the Three Religions. There used to be a saying in the world of human practice: Don't be afraid of a monk who ascends to the sky, but a martial artist who is arrogant.

Climbing to the sky means ascending, and being vigorous is the peak of a warrior's spirit.

Even if the body of a peak martial artist dies, his soul can still gather for a long time, let alone enter the six realms of reincarnation, unless the underworld dispatches ghosts to arrest him.

Military strategists have secret methods, which can refine heroic spirits for their own use and reach the sky in one step, but it is extremely difficult to get the approval of heroic spirits. If you are not careful, it is easy to be bombarded by the powerful martial arts true meaning of heroic spirits.

You must know that heroic spirits are restrained by the law of heaven, and they are usually in the ruins of the battlefield where the murderous aura has never disappeared through the ages. Regardless of the common people in the world, they quietly wait for opportunities or scatter reincarnation.

"Looking at your expression, you should have heard of my name, so it's easy." Bai Xiong said with pride on his face, "I want to cooperate with you and practice together, and wait for you to refine me For your Yangshen, you will be the most proud person in the world."

Suning shook his head and refused.

"Do you know who I am? I am Bai Xiong known as 'Rentu'. If you let me be your sun god, you will be invincible in all situations, and you will not be afraid of catastrophe when you ascend in the daytime." The Majestic Heroic Spirit looked at Suning in disbelief.

Su Ning replied lightly: "There is already a sword, which can go up to the sky and into the earth, that's enough."

Bai Xiong was slightly angry, and the mighty martial arts momentum of a martial artist forced his way.

Knowing that he is not Bai Xiong's opponent, Suning immediately prepares to leave with Yu Jian.

"Don't go!"

Afraid that Suning would leave just like that, Bai Xiong immediately restrained his momentum, and flew in front of Suning, smiling all over his face.

Bai Xiong seems to be entangled with Suning. After all, it is almost impossible for this kind of battlefield hero to meet a monk who perfectly suits him. If he meets him, he will naturally stalk him and never give up.

It is extremely difficult for Suning to get rid of Bai Xiong, so he reluctantly agrees to Bai Xiong's entanglement, but he refuses to let Bai Xiong become his Yang God.

Bai Xiong can't force it, after all, even if Suning is not his opponent, but he is now in the state of heroic spirit, and he can't crush Suning.

Bai Xiong waved his hand and pulled out a jade-green ring from under the ground, hanging in the air in front of Suning, emitting a faint green light.

"This is the Qiankun ring. It can preserve my heroic spirit for three years. Within three years, you must find me a young man with excellent talent. Otherwise, you must cooperate with me and practice together."

Bai Xiong looked down at Suning from above.

"can."

Suning spread his hands and sighed, helpless.

……

"Have you heard? The young master of the Li family, Li Hu, has had his engagement divorced!"

"Really, that waste material should have been divorced a long time ago. A waste material that cannot cultivate immortals actually has a marriage contract with Mu Qingyao, the goddess of the Slashing Immortal Sect."

"The most ridiculous thing is that when that Li Hu was divorced, he was still brazen about the words '30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor'. You said that such a mortal, even if Luck is against the sky, and if you rebel and become the emperor, you can only lift the shoes for Goddess Mu. You must know that Zhanxianmen is one of the four great immortal gates in the world. Three points."

"..."

Early in the morning, in the lobby of the Gaosheng Inn in the east part of Suolong City, the voices of discussion kept ringing out, full of sarcasm, playfulness and joy.

The bad luck of others is always a big thing that can be talked about.

The Li family is the largest family in Suolong City, and it is also a second-rate sect. The family has a lot of qi trainers, but unfortunately, Li Hu, the eldest son of the head of the Li family, is a waste who can't train qi.

This is not the most important point. The key point is that after the head of the Li family gave birth to a son and two daughters, during a closed-door practice, he went mad and became inhumane.

If it weren't for this Patriarch's cultivation level to suppress the Li family, the Patriarch's position would probably be handed over to others.

Suning opened the window of the guest room, listening to the commotion in the lobby downstairs, feeling the morning breeze blowing in the window, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After going downstairs to have breakfast, Su Ning strolled up the street, concealed himself and went to Li's mansion, a side courtyard.

This is the residence of the waste material young master Li Hu.

At this moment, he was practicing martial arts in front of a towering tree in the courtyard.

Standing on the courtyard wall, Su Ning watched the handsome boy take off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Don't look at this young man's handsome face, but his upper body looks like a strong man.

Li Hu took a deep breath, sank into his dantian, and bumped into the ancient tree with his shoulders like an old bull, one after another, the ancient tree dried up and shook, and leaves fell one after another.

That is an outer martial art, it does not need true energy, it is just to cultivate the body to the extreme, and only maintain it with a breath of true energy, it is extremely difficult and painful to practice, and those who are not strong will not be able to practice.

Because, there are too many people who can't stand halfway.

Naturally, there are many reasons for this, the biggest reason is poor culture and rich military.

Without those healing medicines, forcibly practicing external kung fu will only lead to premature death.

"Try hard enough, but all five rounds and eight meridians are blocked, so I'm destined not to be able to become a qi trainer, but my bones are amazing. I'm a good seed for martial arts, but I don't know how talented I am in qi training?"

Bai Xiong used the Qiankun ring to break away from Suning's index finger, suspended in the air, and appeared as a heroic spirit, looking at the boy who hit the tree, and appraised him.

"This person's future is limitless." Suning looked at the young man's resolute and handsome face, and said with a smile, "His innate qi blocks the five rounds and eight meridians. Once the innate qi is released, his physique is comparable to the bone of a Buddha."

In the art of watching people, Suning learned a few tricks from Chang Kongzi.

"It's really good." After Bai Xiong closed his eyes and sensed it, he opened his eyes and laughed.

Li Hu, a good-for-nothing boy, didn't notice it at all.

"Can you leave?" Suning felt a little nervous, for fear that Bai Xiong would not be willing to leave him.

"Yes." Bai Xiong smiled.

"Goodbye."

Suning immediately threw the Qiankun ring with Bai Xiong's hero spirit into the room of the ex-married boy, believing that Bai Xiong would marry that boy and get along happily.

After all, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!
After solving the headache of Bai Xiong, Suning felt relieved.

At the gate of the city, Suning was in a good mood after eating a bowl of spicy, spicy and hot local food. When he was about to pay and leave, he found a girl in colorful clothes looking at him like a torch.

The girl's eyes seemed to be bright, but in fact her expression was extremely dull, as if she was manipulated by some kind of clairvoyance.

(End of this chapter)