Chapter 759 Ambush
Long dark street.
Light rain.
The rain-washed bluestone street is like a mirror, reflecting the figures on it. The smell of blood was mixed with the rain, the doors on both sides of the long street were closed, and several bodies collapsed there.
Each corpse had a single wound on its throat.
The sword energy enters the body, a little scarlet.
Lord Lingzhu stood in the rain, the tip of his sword lowered to the ground, blood slowly dripping down the blade.
"sharp!"
A line of blood flowed down his forehead, and the speaker fell to the ground with a bang, making no sound.
After confirming that there was no one else around, Lord Lingzhu put away the sword.
The aura on his body also returned to calm little by little, becoming the same as before when he said goodbye to Wu Chong.
"untie!"
Ling Zhujun put one hand on his chest, raised his index and middle fingers, and gave a soft drink.
A light cyan mark flashed away. The surrounding long streets were like a burning scroll, turning gray and fading little by little. Gray-black smoke particles floated into the sky and disappeared completely.
There was a loud noise.
What came into view was the noisy long street. The scene was exactly the same as before. The difference was that it was not raining here, and the shops on both sides of the long street were not closed. The merchants who were passing by were shouting vigorously and looked like a bustling crowd.
"Girl, would you like to buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
A vendor noticed Ling Zhujun and asked.
"Girl, I have "The Legend of the Red Lady" and "The Legend of the Empress" here."
Ling Zhujun, who was about to leave, stopped for a moment when he saw Hubi, and involuntarily recalled his husband who loved calligraphy and painting in his mind.
“How much does this Hu pen cost?”
Ling Zhujun walked to the stall, picked up the exquisite Hu pen, and asked.
Wu Chong painted three paintings outside the city before returning by car.
The progress of calligraphy and painting is very slow, and he has already finished learning the little things Mr. Dongting has. I have no clue what to do next. The four realms of calligraphy and painting mentioned in the ancient book I saw in the past now seem like a delusional fantasy, almost impossible to realize.
Wu Chong's calligraphy and painting realm now barely exceeds the level of 'form', with a slight hint of 'meaning', and he can mobilize a little bit of power, such as the rain before. This method of pretending to be a master to pray for rain is very useful, but it is a pity that Wu Chong is not short of money.
Going to paint outside the city is the only way Wu Chong has found so far to improve his level of calligraphy and painting.
It works, but it's too slow.
Wu Chong has practiced for eight years to reach this point. If he wants to continue to improve, the time consumed is calculated in units of ten years at least.
"It would be nice if the experience points could be used."
Thinking of this, Wu Chong subconsciously looked at the panel.
The existence of the panel does not follow any logic at all, and it can still function normally even in this kind of world.
Character: Wu Chong
Realm: True Immortal
Tao: Delusion
God-level skills: Yuanfa (level 11), Dream Eater (level 9)
Experience value: 9999999
Wu Chong has not taken care of the experience value for a long time. After he became a true immortal, the whole world continued to provide him with experience. It is increasing every moment. The more than nine million in it now does not mean that the experience value is only more than nine million, but that the displayed upper limit is only so much.
"My delusion can definitely be written into this world, but I just didn't find the right direction."
While Wu Chong was thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
All the sounds outside the carriage disappeared, and the whole carriage seemed to have entered a silent space, and even the shaking became unreal.
Xilulu!
After walking for a certain distance, the big yellow horse stopped on its own.
The driver had disappeared, leaving only the carriage parked here.
"All gone?"
Wu Chong opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage. At his feet was the gravel road into the city. There were thorn bushes on both sides. Further away, there were deep mountains and old forests. It was pitch black when my eyes looked over, and I couldn't detect anything.
This kind of darkness is obviously abnormal. With Wu Chong's current eyesight, he can only see an area of about three meters. Any further away is completely dark.
Clang.
The sound of wood falling.
Wu Chong, who was about to walk forward, turned around and looked back when he heard the sound.
Looking back, I found someone standing behind me.
A strange man wearing night clothes. This strange man wears a mask on his face and changes his face to perform common angry expressions.
"Mortals like weeds."
The voice of the masked man came out, somewhat like an electronic synthesized sound, very hoarse.
"Weed? Mortal?"
Wu Chong looked at this guy who suddenly appeared and moved his hands slightly.
"Ling Zhujun is just using you. You are a tool for her sword practice and a polishing stone for her." The masked man ignored Wu Chong's rhetorical question and said something incomprehensible.
The moment the voice sounded, a dreamlike feeling came over his heart, and paragraphs of dark text were like insects burrowing into his head desperately, trying to write his memory and modify his character.
Modify memory and distort personality?
A little bit of the power of calligraphy and painting was gathered between the eyebrows, and the power was absorbed, and the level of "meaning" became a little more refined.
When Wu Chong came to his senses again, the masked man disappeared.
He returned to the carriage, which was still swaying forward, and the voices of Dai Yong and other guards outside could be heard.
left?
Wu Chong opened the curtain and looked outside.
The carriage has been traveling for some time, and the city head can be vaguely seen in the distance.
There is a curfew in the county at night, but that is for ordinary people, and Mr. Wu is not among them.
"What are your orders, Master?"
Lao Liu, who was driving, sensed movement and quickly asked in a low voice.
"fine."
Wu Chong put down the curtain and said no more. He leaned his head on the wooden board of the carriage, and the shaking board slightly hit the back of his head. He only felt that his head was a little swollen now. This was the first time he had seen the mysterious method just now.
I thought it was a martial arts world, but I didn’t expect there were people playing magic tricks!
"I just want to quietly comprehend the avenue, why do people always come to disturb me?"
On the dark hills.
A shadow flickered here like a ghost.
There were already three people standing in this place. Each of these people had a mask on their face, and the angry-faced person had just the right combination of the four emotions of joy, anger, sadness, and joy.
"nailed it?"
The happy-faced man's voice came out, and it was a woman's voice.
"He's just a mortal like a weed. There is no possibility of failure. If it weren't for his guard, I wouldn't even have to say anything to him."
"Don't be careless. Each of the four innate masters is in trouble." The sad-faced man said.
"Of course I won't underestimate the four innate masters. I'm not that stupid."
The angry-faced man responded indifferently.
"This mortal should have some weight in Lord Lingzhu's heart, otherwise she wouldn't let Dai Yong protect him." Le Mianren's voice sounded like a child's.
"A mortal without 'knowledge', I really don't know how Ling Zhujun fell in love with him."
"This is the beauty of love!"
The happy-faced man's voice was a little crazy.
"Isn't this good? It gives us a chance. Otherwise, we really don't know where to start."
From where the four of them stood, they could just see the carriage driving into the city gate in the distance.
The night wind blew and the leaves swayed.
When the flying birds passed by again, there were no traces of the four people anywhere.