Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Entrustment of Yan Catcher

The four secret techniques on the Qingyuan Recipe are the Aoki Technique, which can heal oneself. Condense the star power of the wind attribute to form a wind cone thorn that hurts people by the wind. A breathing technique that condenses spiritual power and restricts one's own breath. Wood attribute and fire attribute are the two most suitable attributes for alchemy, and the last one of Qingyun Jue is Aoki Alchemy.

After careful consideration, Wang Jifei decided to cultivate the Breath Gathering Technique and the Wind Cone Thorn. The Breath Gathering Technique itself already has a certain foundation, and the cultivation problem should not be big. The Wind Cone Thorn can make up for its low combat effectiveness and lack of long-range offensive means, and more importantly, it needs the star power of the wind attribute, and this Wang Jifei is very satisfied. I have, my Wind Eagle is the Wind Element.

As for the Aoki technique, it was actually very simple to start, but for Wang Jifei, it didn't have much effect, because he didn't have the star power of the wood attribute in his body. So he planned to simply practice after a while. And Aoki alchemy, Wang Jifei is very greedy, but he has no money and no time, so he can only give up.

After carefully watching the complete breathing technique several times, Wang Jifei only took half an hour to master it. Not only has the time for breathing been more than doubled, reaching nearly three quarters of an hour. Now he can also use it in slow walking, which solves a big hidden danger.

The first-class exercises are really different. Admiring the magic of Qingyuan Jue in his heart, Wang Jifei began to cultivate the Wind Cone Thorn.

The Wind Cone Spike uses the star force of the wind attribute to compress and rotate to accelerate the air, forming a rotating cone of airflow. The difficulty of cultivation is not in the formation of the air cone, but in the speed and compression of the air cone. The tighter the compression, the more stable the wind cone will be, and the higher the range and penetration. The rotational speed is related to the speed and explosiveness of the wind cone spines.

Both of these require extremely high spiritual power requirements, and the Qingyuan Jue says that cultivators must reach the level of a first-class life disciple before they can cultivate this Wind Cone Thorn.

Wang Jifei, who had the Wind Eagle and the Little Black Snake, still decided to give it a try, his spiritual power was already stronger than ordinary people after fusing the soul of the sledgehammer, coupled with the training of the breathing technique and the water control technique, his spiritual power was far beyond that of the ordinary second-class life disciples. What's more, he would use the branches of the phoenix perch tree to nourish his soul every day, and over time, Wang Jifei's soul would definitely reach the level of a first-class life disciple.

Just do it, Wang Jifei, who is extremely greedy, didn't even eat dinner, and did it without saying a word.

Knowing that it was difficult to do, Wang Jifei, who thought it would be very smooth, tossed until midnight before he reluctantly launched a wind cone thorn. Looking at the small round hole in the wall that was a finger deep, he fell asleep with a dizzy head.

On the third day of the day, Wang Jifei, who had not eaten dinner, was awakened by the hunger in his abdomen. Rubbing his faintly swollen head, he crawled up.

Thinking of last night's cultivation, I couldn't help but shake my head, it was too brain-consuming, too sad. I thought that simply controlling the wind attribute star power would be fine, and it shouldn't be a big problem for me to have experience in controlling water balloons. But who knows that the water and the wind are completely different things. Although they all use star power, one is liquid and the other is gas.

But fortunately, I finally successfully launched one, completing the essential breakthrough from scratch, and I only need to practice more in the future.

Changing into a refreshing dress, Wang Jifei came to the gambling house after breakfast. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Xiao Su with an anxious face coming up.

"Brother Fei, you're finally here, something happened to my master. Come with me!"

"Uncle Yan is back, when?" saw Xiao Su change his usual habit of talking a lot. Wang Jifei realized that the situation might be a bit complicated.

Hurriedly came to the room, and as soon as he entered the door, Wang Jifei smelled a strong smell of medicine and a trace of blood.

Seeing that Chen Zhutou, whose face was not very good-looking, was also inside, Wang Jifei's heart "chuckled" again.

Yan Zhutou, whose face was bloodless, lay weakly on the bed, heard the sound of footsteps, slowly opened his eyes, and winked at Wang Jifei a few times.

Seeing Yan Zhu's serious injury, Wang Jifei hurriedly walked over. "Uncle Yan, what's wrong with you. ”

"Lao Yan can't speak yet, just let him lie down like this, or I'll talk about it. Chen Zhutou stood up.

"Ah Fei, have you been asking where Lao Yan and I have been in the past few days, I'll tell you today. Chen Zhutou looked at Yan Sunan's haggard face and said with a hint of self-reproach.

That night, after Yang Baihu discussed with Mayor Zhu and Captain Li, he immediately summoned Yan Zhutou, Chen Zhutou and others to announce three things.

First of all, due to the Lu State Mission, large-scale clean-up activities cannot be carried out for the time being, and at present, we can investigate them in advance and grasp the situation in advance.

Secondly, Lord Fujun is coming, and the front is to welcome the mission, and secretly there is another purpose, which is to clean up the matter. After all, the realm of the martial artist of Lord Fujun was killed all the way.

The last thing has to do with the injury to Yan Zhu's head. Large-scale actions are not, and small-scale actions will not stop.

The day after Wang Jifei and Yan Zhutou returned to the town, the vengeful Yan Zhutou didn't care about resting, so he and his old partner Chen Qing led the men and horses to Shiqiao Village, where a small stronghold of the Dark Star Gate was located.

Yan Sunan and others, who came to Shiqiao Village, under the leadership of local informants, quickly found the Sun family ancestral hall on the map.

The cold wind was howling, and more than 50 people from the Shenzhu Hall and the military surrounded the ancestral hall from the east, west, and south directions.

This ancestral hall of the Sun family covers an area of about two acres, and there is a small river on the north side. Since more than half of the people in Shiqiao Village have the surname Sun, this is a place where the ancestors of the whole village are enshrined.

Yan Sunan, who was cold-faced and warm-hearted, strongly opposed the fire attack when discussing the action plan, although it could reduce its own casualties on a large scale, but if that happened, it is estimated that this ancestral hall would not be preserved. For this reason, Yan Zhutou also had a dispute with the leader of the military.

In the end, the action plan chose to attack with fire with the support of Chen Zhutou.

The operation went very smoothly. The people of the Dark Star Gate, who were constantly struggling in the fire, finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out desperately, but they were shot halfway by the crossbow that had been prepared for a long time. In just half an hour, after paying the price of one dead and seven injured, more than twenty villains from the Dark Star Gate were all killed.

Yan Sunan looked at the ancestral hall of the Sun family, which was completely burned by the raging fire, and did not speak with a solemn face.

Although he knew that this was the cruel side of war, he couldn't blame Chen Zhutou and the people in the military. But he couldn't pass the level in his heart, most of the people in Shiqiao Village were innocent, they hadn't even heard of the three words Dark Star Gate, but their ancestors' resting place was burned to the ground.

Looking at the villagers who rushed to put out the fire, looking at the people of Shiqiao Village who were hesitant and uncertain, and looking at the old men and old ladies with white hair who kept kowtowing to their ancestors, Yan Zhutou, who was ashamed in his heart, threw himself into the action of fighting the fire regardless of fatigue.

Seeing that his head had gone to extinguish the fire, the people of the Divine Hunting Hall and some of the garrison also joined in the firefighting operation. For a time, the entire ancestral hall was full of people who were fighting fires.

"Ah, help me. I saw the old woman who had just kowtowed so much that her forehead was covered with blood, and she was holding a wooden basin and fell beside a pillar that might fall at any moment.

Yan Sunan, who was closest to her, immediately rushed over with a brisk step, grabbed the old woman and pulled her out.

At this moment, three Dark Star Gate thugs lurking among the villagers suddenly burst out and launched a suicide attack on the people of the imperial court. Looking at the three brothers who suddenly fell to the ground, everyone was stunned.

Yan Zhutou, who was holding the white-haired old woman, was also stunned for a moment, just as he watched a brother from the Divine Hunting Hall being carried by the villains and rushed into the fire. Suddenly, there was a chill in his chest, and then a sharp pain came.

It was a short sword in the hand of the white-haired old woman in his arms that pierced him in the chest. Looking at the smiling old woman in disbelief, Yan Zhutou immediately realized that something was wrong, and knocked it away with all his might, and then fell into a coma.

After Chen Zhutou and the others killed the remaining Dark Star Gate villains, they quickly found Yan Zhutou in a coma, although the injury was controlled in time, but the poison on the short sword could not be resolved in time.

By the time he rushed back to the town, it had already spread to the internal organs of Yan Zhutou, and although most of it had been dissolved, the poison in the depths of the internal organs still could not be removed. Due to the long delay, Yan Zhutou's cultivation has also been abolished.

"They all blame me, if I hadn't agreed to the fire attack, Lao Yan wouldn't have been so tormented......"

looked at the painful look of Chen Zhutou remorsefully pulling a messy hair. Wang Jifei didn't know what to say. In terms of action, attacking with fire is definitely the right choice. From an ethical and moral point of view, the ancestral hall of the Sun family should not be easily destroyed, it is the foundation of a village.

It can only be said that the people of the Dark Star Gate are too vicious, and under the strict rules of the sect, those few remnants can only choose to sacrifice their lives and die with the people of the court. Only in this way will their family members not be killed by the sect, but will get enough money to live.

This is the rivers and lakes, this is the troubled times.

Looking at Yan Zhutou, who was still blackened and his eyes were bloodshot, Wang Jifei admired him very much, in this world of blood and fire, how difficult it was to stick to a trace of principle.

Until noon, when Wang Jifei said goodbye, Yan Zhutou couldn't speak, but before Wang Jifei left, he slowly stretched out his right index finger, pointed at Xiao Su, and pointed at him.

Seeing Yan Zhutou's action, the three people on the spot understood what he meant. This is to entrust Xiao Su to Wang Jifei. Wang Jifei naturally agreed without hesitation.

Su Chaoling, whose eyes were red, knelt in front of the bed and cried.

Chen Zhutou, who also had red eyes at the corners, also promised that he would pass on his skills to Xiao Su to reassure him.

Out of the door, Wang Jifei went straight to Yang Baihu, although he knew that Boss Yang would not have a better way, but Wang Jifei was still unwilling.