Martial Cultivator

Chen Chao was startled, and then he threw the gravel in his hand, like two cold stars, breaking through the white mist and falling in two directions.

A slight cry of pain came from one direction, and there was an extremely clear sound from the other side. Chen Chao knew very well that it was the sound of the collision between the gravel and the sword.

The next moment, two swords stabbed out of the white mist, one from the left and the other from the right. The two Taoist priests were rivals before, but now that they joined forces, they seemed extremely familiar, as if they had lived together for many years.

Both of them are disciples of the Taoist sect, and their sword skills are actually very similar, basically not much different. At this moment, they joined forces on the spur of the moment, and there was no flaw or awkwardness at all.

If it had been anyone else, he would have lost his life under the combined attack of the two of them in an instant.

But what Chen Chao was best at was seeking that glimmer of hope between life and death. Before the two Taoist priests' swords could really close together, he swung one of the swords toward him and opened a gap.

The two swords met in the air, and then a series of sparks burst out.

The two Taoist priests looked at each other, and their expressions became a little solemn. This joint attack was not a temporary move. Even when they met there before, they had already known the existence of Chen Chao here through the secret method. It was just a matter of lightning and flint. , the two looked at each other and saw the complex yet uncomplicated emotions in their eyes.

In just a short time, they made a decision.

But the outcome was obviously not as they expected.

The combined attack of the two failed to kill the warrior immediately, and then they each withdrew their swords. But before they could stand still, a black figure suddenly hit You Sheng. He wanted to use his sword, but he changed his mind in an instant. Thoughts turned into a horizontal sword in front of the chest, and kept retreating behind him.

Tang He on the other side wanted to take action at the same time, but the next moment, several cold stars flashed in front of his eyes, heading towards his head.

He raised his sword and quickly chopped one of them open. Only then did he realize that it was not a cold star, but just a few gravels.

But when he raised his head, the young Taoist priest opposite him had been knocked out by Chen Chao, and fell heavily like a kite with broken strings.

"you……"

Tang He's eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Chen Chao had already stepped forward and punched him.

That almost arrogant and unreasonable fighting style made Tang He feel a little surprised, but he quickly took out his sword and slashed at the arm that didn't look strong, but his sword failed to fall. Chen Chao His fist suddenly fell on his wrist, and it hit him like a powerful punch unhurriedly. He felt a sharp pain, and he could no longer hold the magic sword in his hand, so he let go of his hand.

He is a Taoist monk, proficient in

He has Taoism, but he has no intention of beating the body. When facing a martial artist like Chen Chao, he will not have any advantage at all.

Tang He retreated towards the distance, staggering a little, but he did not avoid Chen Chao's next punch.

Chen Chao's second punch came very fast. Between the lightning and flint, Tang He just saw an afterimage in front of his eyes, and then he was hit hard in the heart and his body shook.

The next moment, Chen Chao wanted to take advantage of the situation and kill Tang He in front of him, but there were roots under his feet and he was unable to move forward even a little bit.

Looking down, I saw that some tree roots had sprouted from the ground and were tightly wrapped around Chen Chao's ankles.

Chen Chao frowned slightly, and his muscles tensed up. The next moment, he suddenly used force to pull up his feet. The tree roots that were deep in the soil were pulled up by him at this moment, and then crushed to pieces.

When this scene fell into Tang He's eyes, he was shocked and speechless.

Chen Chao didn't intend to talk nonsense with him. When he came to him, he just raised his hand and put the broken knife on his neck. The next moment, Chen Chao slowly pulled the broken knife in his hand, and a blood line was drawn here. Appeared between the Taoist priest's neck.

Tang He's face gradually became distorted because of the severe pain. He covered his neck, but the blood still poured out from his fingers and dripped little by little.

His eyes were full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that Chen Chao would really kill him.

Although there are no rules when exploring ancient ruins this time, and everyone must come out alive as their only purpose, neither Tang He nor You Sheng have ever thought that as Taoist monks, someone would actually dare to do so. Take action to kill them.

And the murderer didn't say a word.

He didn't seem to care about their identities at all. All these things were very simple.

If you want to kill me, then I will kill you.

Chen Chao watched Tang He fall without saying a word.

Then he squatted down, groped around on his body, and found a broken bronze mirror.

After that, he started digging holes.

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Before the white mist, the tourist who was responsible for hosting the white mist trip was closing his eyes to rest, but after a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

But just for a moment, his figure disappeared,

When he appeared again, he was already in the mountains.

Chongming Mountain is naturally a treasured place for Feng Shui practice, otherwise the Chongming Patriarch would not have chosen to erect the mountain gate here.

A small stream in the mountain flows out from the rocks. It is exceptionally clear and extremely sweet.

Today, on one side of the stream, there is a middle-aged Taoist sitting on a stone, his feet soaked in the stream, and his shoes and socks placed casually beside him.

Visitors from afar came here and saw this scene. They also saw the middle-aged Taoist priest in gray robes, and his expression changed slightly.

"..."

The visitor from afar opened his mouth slightly, but after he opened his mouth, no sound came out. Those sounds had already dissipated between heaven and earth before they came out of his mouth, and no one could hear them.

Then he frowned, but when he looked in front of him again, he found that everything around him suddenly stopped.

The slowly flowing stream stopped flowing, there was no wind around, and everything in the world became very quiet at this moment.

This is absolute stillness.

The tourists from afar are trapped in this still world and don't know what to say.

Of course, even if he wants to say something, if the person is unwilling to listen, then nothing can be said.

Travelers who have already half-footed their feet in that mysterious realm have naturally heard many rumors about that realm, but those rumors also say something. In that realm of forgetfulness, walking to the end can be called great freedom. , a monk with great freedom can hide between heaven and earth, and can even influence one world.

There are not many monks who forget about worry in the world, but there are not many monks who can truly reach this realm.

Which one of them is this middle-aged Taoist priest in front of me?

I don’t know how long it took, but the middle-aged Taoist suddenly spoke, his voice was as clear as a mountain spring, “You traveler from afar may seem at ease, but in fact you have too many worries in your heart. If you practice like this for even more than a month, I’m afraid it will be difficult for you to set foot there. The two words "forgetting and forgetting" are the state of mind, not anything else."

The middle-aged Taoist seemed to have revealed the biggest secret in the hearts of tourists just by casually speaking. He has been stalling and has never been able to become a true forgetful monk because he still has many worries in his heart. Nothing can be put down.

"Who is the senior?"

Yuan You couldn't help but speak, and now his voice was heard.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the distant tourists in front of him and said calmly, "I come from the view of infatuation."

The visitor from afar was startled, and then his expression changed drastically.

Finally, he regained his mood and said softly, "It turns out to be the master of the temple."

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head and denied it directly, "Pindao is not the master's brother."

Although he did not tell his identity directly, this sentence almost revealed his identity.

Coming from the Infatuated Mind Contemplation, and being the junior brother of the contemporary master, the identity of the Taoist in front of him was naturally obvious.

Even if you look at it foolishly, there won't be many such strong people.

The tourist from Yuan said apologetically, "It turns out to be Master Zhang Lu."

The middle-aged Taoist did not refute this time, but simply accepted the title.

"There are already monks present at Chixin Guan, so why are they able to alert Master Zhanglu?"

The visitor from Yuan Dynasty looked at the middle-aged Taoist in front of him with a serious expression. To this visitor from Yuan Yuan, this person was naturally a big shot in the world of spiritual practice, and he was also one of the most important people among those big shots. Such a person, no one else It was said that he would appear here, no matter how big the deal was, he would probably not leave his respective sect, but today he happened to meet him here, which made the tourists from far away have to have many thoughts.

The middle-aged Taoist said, "This poor Taoist has come to Chongming Mountain, but the temple master doesn't know about it."

Suddenly the wind rose and fell with the voice.

The tourists from afar understood and became silent.

The middle-aged Taoist didn't show any other emotions, but that sentence contained a lot of meaning.

The visitor from afar frowned and said, "Zhanglu Zhenren's state is like the flowing clouds in the sky. No one can see him wherever he falls."

There was something special in his words, and I think the middle-aged Taoist in front of me could understand it.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at him and naturally understood what the tourist from far away meant.

"You have to know that I am here in Chongming Mountain, but others cannot."

The middle-aged Taoist spoke again. After all, he stopped talking in circles and became somewhat straightforward.

The visitor asked "Why?"

The middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly and said nothing, while the tourist from afar frowned and looked ugly.

As he said, the person in front of him was in such a high state that he could go wherever he wanted. There was no need to say or do anything, let alone anyone to help him keep the secret.

But why did he deliberately appear here?

"So many people have asked me to come down to preside over this matter, so I have to do it well." Yuanyou was silent for a long time, but he still expressed his thoughts.

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head and said, "You think too much and it makes no sense."