Chapter 11 Zhuge Yongming

Time passed slowly, and it was already midnight.

Qi Xuansu, who had been sitting cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky, exhaled a breath of turbid air and put away the flying sword in his hand.

"Sword control" is a unique method of Qigong practitioners, and the like of alchemists cannot use it. Similarly, Qigong practitioners do not have the magical powers of alchemists such as "retracing the earth's qi" and "entering dreams".

Taoist priests of the same Taoist sect have different paths to pursue immortality. In addition to Qigong practitioners and alchemists, there are also warriors, witches, etc., but Qi Xuansu is not among them. He is a wanderer.

The so-called wanderer, to put it nicely, is a person who has learned the strengths of many schools. To put it bluntly, he is a "four-in-one", who knows a little bit of everything but is not proficient in anything. His final achievement will not be too high. Among the thirty-six real people, there are only two wanderers.

However, the base number of wanderers is very large. After all, most people have no hope of becoming celestial beings. In a limited realm, it is also good to learn more, so wanderers are the only people who can control flying swords besides Qigong practitioners.

Qi Xuansu became a wanderer with such a mentality. His master was also a wanderer - a fourth-grade Taoist priest who often drank alcohol and died three years ago.

Qi Xuansu looked at the deep night outside and felt a little heavy.

After all, he provoked the Li family of Taiping Dao this time. There is no doubt that Li Sanxin has a backer behind him, and the biggest backer is his surname.

The Donghai Li family, whether praised or slandered by the world, has always been high above, and has always maintained an aloof attitude towards the world under its feet. For outsiders, the Li family is quite mysterious and strange. There are not too many people who enter the world, but occasionally there are a few people who enter the world, all of whom are the top figures in the world. The current leader of Taiping Dao is from the Li family.

At this moment, the sound of undisguised subtle footsteps suddenly sounded outside the ruined temple.

Qi Xuansu stood up and looked out the door.

I saw a tall man in a Taoist robe walking in the night in the rain.

Qi Xuansu stood up and walked to the ruined temple, looking at the person who came. His intention was obvious, which was to prevent this person from entering the ruined temple.

The visitor stopped at the steps in front of the dilapidated temple, looked at Qi Xuansu, and said, "A wandering Taoist who has been traveling all night wants to rest in the temple and dry his clothes. Is that possible?"

"No." Qi Xuansu refused flatly, "You are walking in the mountains at night, how can you not be like an ordinary wandering Taoist."

The man asked, "This is strange. Can't wandering Taoists walk on mountain roads and night roads?"

Qi Xuansu's voice became a little heavier: "If you were a wandering Taoist, you should find a place to shelter from the rain when you encountered the heavy rain before, instead of traveling in the rain, and you would not walk on mountain roads at night. Even if you have an urgent matter, you should go to Fengtai County immediately. Fengtai County is only an hour away from here. Even if it is a curfew, there are places to stay outside the city. You can enter the city immediately at dawn, instead of resting in this dilapidated temple."

The man laughed.

Qi Xuansu looked at the person and asked in a deep voice: "If you are a passerby, please leave here quickly. If you are a thief with bad intentions, please speak frankly."

The man heard this and said with a smile: "It's probably too early to say who the thief is?"

Qi Xuansu's face was solemn.

The man took out the certificate used to prove his identity from his arms and said in a deep voice: "I am Zhuge Yongming, a sixth-rank Taoist priest of Quanzhen Taoism." Qi Xuansu immediately understood that this person was a disciple of the Longmen Sect, one of the three major factions of Quanzhen Taoism, because since Xuansheng revived Taoism, the generation of the Longmen Sect was: "Yi Yang came back to the original, the united teachings were forever bright, the Zhili Sect was sincere and honest, and the noble successor was prosperous", and this person was the eighth generation of the Yong generation.

Qi Xuansu's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "So you are a brother from Quanzhen Dao. But you said I am a thief. Do you have any evidence? You can't wrongly accuse an innocent person."

"What an innocent person." The man gradually put away the smile on his face, "What are you doing in this broken temple?"

Qi Xuansu said calmly, "I passed by here and encountered heavy rain, so I took shelter here for the time being."

"Just taking shelter from the rain? Why do you feel guilty?" Zhuge Yongming said in a deep voice, "Why don't you let me into the temple?"

Qi Xuansu said, "Because you look fierce and your whereabouts are secretive, you don't look like a good person."

Zhuge Yongming sneered, "Is this your reason?"

Qi Xuansu said, "When you go out, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others. If you continue to pester me, I will say that you are a person pretending to be a disciple of the Taoist sect."

Zhuge Yongming narrowed his eyes. He looked at her and said word by word: "You don't count."

Qi Xuansu responded sharply: "You don't count either."

The man sneered: "But my fist counts. I will beat anyone who doesn't accept it, and I will win. Only then will it count."

Qi Xuansu said: "In the end, we still have to fight."

Zhuge Yongming said calmly: "This is a serious matter. If you are willing to surrender, I can not fight. But if you want to resist to the end, don't blame my men for being merciless. I will smash your body and Dantian and completely abolish your hard-earned cultivation."

Qi Xuansu did not cross the river at risk, so he avoided Jiang Bieyun on the river. He did not risk staying in Fengtai County to play a dark game, so he also avoided the Taoist priests of Zhengyi, but he still failed to avoid Zhuge Yongming who was waiting in Maoxian Mountain.

Zhuge Yongming looked at Qi Xuansu and said slowly: "There are two kinds of people who can stand out in the world. One is appreciated by God, and has excellent root and bone qualifications. The other is appreciated by the ancestor, and his root and bones are not the best. But if you have perseverance, perseverance, and endless hard work, you may not become famous at a young age, but you can often become a late bloomer. Depending on your age, you are still young, but you can become a talented person. Even if you don't think it is appreciated by God, you will be a genius. I was also rewarded by God, but I am different. My qualifications are not very good, and my basic skills are average. When I was your age, I was just in the stage of acquiring talents. Over the years, I have been nothing more than hard work. Two words, winter is thirty-nine, summer is three days, and the sun is not shining, and then I climbed into the Yuxu level. In front of those geniuses who are appreciated by God, it is certainly not enough to see, but it can be used to kill you, the Kunlun level, but it is More than enough.”

Qi Xuansu's face was solemn.

This person is a martial artist of the Yuxu level, with a realm derived from flesh and blood.

The next moment, Zhuge Yongming punched out in a straight line, hitting Qi Xuansu.

Qi Xuansu avoided its sharp edge and dodged to the side.

In Yizhuang, Qi Xuansu once dodged a crossbow arrow, and in the county government office, he also blocked Li Sanxin's flying sword. This shows how fast he was, but now he couldn't completely dodge Zhuge Yongming's punch. The punch hit his left shoulder, causing him to fall to the side. However, Qi Xuansu deliberately adjusted his direction and twisted his body in mid-air. Instead of retreating back to the ruined temple, he landed on the open space outside the ruined temple. After falling to the ground, there was no sound at all.

After Qi Xuansu landed and stood firm, Zhuge Yongming's second punch came again.

Warriors are different from alchemists and qi refiners. They are best at close combat. In the same situation, if a warrior gets close to you, your life will most likely be in danger.

Zhuge Yongming punched Qi Xuansu directly on the forehead between the eyebrows. The wind caused by the punch caused Qi Xuansu's hair to flutter back suddenly. However, when the fist was only an inch away from his forehead, Qi Xuansu's body fell backwards. He flew away, barely escaping the aftermath of the punch.

Zhuge Yongming won the power and showed no mercy to others, and followed him closely.

Eighty percent of the martial artist's killing power lies in these two arms. At this time, Zhuge Yongming's arms have bulging veins, like tiny dragons hidden under the skin. At the same time, the blood in his body is circulating. Like the tide of a river, you can vaguely hear the sound of blood flowing, and the domineering arrogance of a martial artist is undoubtedly revealed. Then Zhuge Yongming takes a step forward seemingly without any plan, causing the ground under his feet to sink, and then relying on the majestic strength under his feet , Zhuge Yongming's whole body was like an arrow shot from the string, and he was close to Qi Xuansu instantly. Even though Qi Xuansu was a veteran in battles, he still had no good way to deal with it at this moment. He could only try his best to retreat again and again, trying to Avoid its sharp edges.

One person rushed forward, the other slipped backward, and mud splashed everywhere.

Every time Zhuge Yongming took a step, the ground shook, leaving a deep footprint. He looked at the young man and took a deep breath. The joints and periosteum all over his body were like heavy drums, and the sound was like the popping of soybeans. Then from his chest and abdomen, shoulders, elbows, wrists, and fists, a series of bursting sounds were heard. The sound, the punch broke through the air, and there was a sound of thunder, making Qi Xuansu finally unable to avoid it.

It's as strong as a collapsed bow, and as powerful as thunder.

With a bang, Qi Xuansu was blown away by the punch and fell into the dense forest next to the ruined temple, breaking several old trees.

Zhuge Yongming moved forward slowly and said with a faint smile: "I thought this punch would directly break you into two pieces, but I didn't expect that your body is so strong, it is beyond my expectation."

Lying on the ground, Qi Xuansu slapped the ground with one palm, stood up on his own, and spat out a mouthful of shocking blood.

With Zhuge Yongming's physical strength, it is easy to crack mountains and crack rocks with one punch. Not to mention a Kunlun-level Sanren, even a Kunlun-level warrior would be hard-pressed to withstand his full punch. Even if it is an alchemist or a qi refiner who is also at the Yuxu stage, as long as he is allowed to get close to him within ten steps, it will be enough to severely injure him, and within three steps, he can be fatal. Of course, if the alchemist or qi refiner distances him and prevents him from getting within ten steps, he will be the one who dies. So if they really have to fight, it's hard to say who will win or lose.

In any case, they are all people at the same stage. They are not comparable to Kunlun-level Sanren. A mere Kunlun-level Sanren has no strength to compete with him.

Zhuge Yongming looked at Qi Xuansu who stood up again and laughed: "Hey, I can still stand up."

Qi Xuansu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Not only can I stand up, but I can also beat you until you can't even recognize me."

Zhuge Yongming said calmly: "My mother is no longer here.

I remember that I was only three years old when she passed away. Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, so it makes sense that I can’t recognize her. "

Qi Xuansu stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist and said, "I was the one who was abrupt."

Zhuge Yongming narrowed his eyes and said concisely: "I will never argue with a dying person."