Almighty Cultivation Supreme

It was getting dark, Hu Guiyang was not taking the official road, seeing that the path was getting narrower and narrower, a fork in the road appeared from time to time, and it was difficult to distinguish the priority from the path, and he suspected that he was going to get lost again.

Hu Guiyang understood why the officials and people of the capital would rather take the waterway than take a long detour, the canal leads to the end, straight to the south of the Yangtze River, there is no need to bother to distinguish the road, although the land route is flat, but you must be careful step by step, and if you are not careful, you will miss the crowd.

There was a man sitting on the side of the road ahead, head bowed, as if dozing off.

Hu Guiyang urged the horse over, "Excuse me, may I ask ......"

Hu Guiyang bent down to take a closer look, it turned out to be a dead man, there was a large patch of dried blood on his chest, and patches of small insects were flying around.

"Here we go again." Hu Guiyang stood up and looked into the distance, but he couldn't see anything except patches of weeds and trees, and even the path turned and disappeared dozens of steps away.

He could smell the breath of "He Million".

After walking a little further, it was completely dark.

Hu Guiyang had no choice but to jump down, lead the horse on foot, and try to identify the path.

There was a small piece of light in front of him, and Hu Guiyang quickened his pace, and when he got closer, he saw a torch stuck in the dirt, and a corpse shining in the light of the fire.

The corpse sat on the ground, its right arm raised, and its palm hung weakly down.

Hu Guiyang glanced over and saw the cross tied to the back of the corpse.

The corpse was pointing in a direction that deviated from the already narrow path and led into the wilderness.

Hu Guiyang pulled out the torch with both hands, and shone it everywhere, and sure enough, there were many horseshoe prints into the wilderness.

"Ugh." Hu Guiyang sighed, turned to the horse and said, "Thank you for carrying me, find your own way home, if you can't find a way-just cast a master, don't mix with the people in the rivers and lakes." ”

Hu Guiyang stepped into the wilderness, and there were already horses trodding out of a path, and he only had to follow it, but he had to have a torch in his hand, otherwise he would soon get lost.

"Jianghu, Jianghu ......" Hu Guiyang muttered, feeling that the Jianghu Road was really difficult to walk.

The torches were extinguished.

Hu Guiyang stood still for a while in order to adapt to the night, and the rest of the road had to be slower.

There was fire in front of him again, and Hu Guiyang almost cheered, and immediately ran over.

Another torch and corpse pointed the way.

Hu Guiyang pulled out the torch, glanced at the corpse more, and found that it was somewhat familiar, recalled carefully, and remembered that this was a person he had met in Mojiazhuang, and he had gone to Ximatun Tiejiazhuang with him.

The road ahead was getting harder and harder, and from time to time water seeped out from under his feet, Hu Guiyang remembered that the old man had said that there was a swamp in the south, and it seemed that he was entering it.

This time, before the torch was extinguished, he saw a new fire.

It was not a man lying on the ground, but a horse, one leg straightened and pointed in one direction, and there were still traces of the horse's hooves trampling on the road.

Those people must have gone far into the swamp yesterday, and Hu Guiyang pulled out new torches, wondering who had placed them.

After walking out for a while, the front suddenly opened up, Hu Guiyang was defenseless, and it felt like he had suddenly walked out of a cave.

The clearing, which had been a weed, had now been overwhelmed, with a dozen corpses lying on top of it, but there were no torches around.

Hu Guiyang stood for a while, holding the torch in his hand to illuminate the faces of the corpses one by one, and saw several familiar people, two of whom should be from Tiejiazhuang.

There used to be scuffles here, and the teams that used to have only occasional skirmishes seemed to be unwilling to endure any longer and finally fought hard.

Hu Guiyang walked around the open space and found that there was no way to go, and there were traces of stampede in all directions, which may have been caused by the horses scattering.

Hu Guiyang supported his right elbow with his left hand, tried his best to raise the torch, and said loudly: "Come out, they have led me here." ”

No one answered, Hu Guiyang turned around in a half circle, and suddenly saw a person standing in the grass opposite, or a person squatting, because the person was not much taller than the grass, and he almost missed it.

"Hey, you're not a ghost, are you?"

The man came out of the grass and into the clearing, and he was really standing, but very short.

"The torch you left on the road?"

The dwarf nodded, this man was small, but his head was large, and he stood out even in the dark.

"Leave it for me?"

The elf nodded again.

"How did you know I was going this way?"

The dwarf shook his head.

Hu Guiyang was impatient, "Can you say something?" ”

"Bloody?"

Hu Guiyang was stunned for a moment before he understood what the other party meant, "You mean the receiver 'drinks red'?" ”

"Yes."

"Are you a member of the Wen family?"

"Sort of."

Hu Guiyang found himself in a predicament, his left palm was seriously injured, and he was no longer able to control any receiver, and his right hand could barely be used, but it was too late to put the "Lingjiao" in his arms, and the power of the "Lingjiao" was too little, and it could not be called a sharp weapon.

"I'm coming." Hu Guiyang smiled and threw away the torch, the ground was damp, and the torch was quickly extinguished.

There is no light except the stars and the moon in the sky.

The dwarf walked forward, Hu Guiyang quietly stretched out his right hand into his arms, took out the receiver, put it behind him, slowly pushed it away, and put his four fingers in.

With just a few movements, he could already feel pain in his right arm, and the wound probably opened again.

"I have no ill will." The elf stopped.

"Neither do I." Hu Guiyang couldn't help but laugh bitterly, "I don't even know what your name is." ”

"Smell empty longevity, empty emptiness, longevity."

Hu Guiyang let out a sigh of relief, in fact, to vent the pain in his arm, "Finally met a Wen family member other than the non-literal generation, are you an elder or a junior?" ”

"Emptiness, extinction, no, suffering, I am an elder."

"I see." Hu Guiyang felt that his arm was getting more and more painful, it was not easy to control the receiver, and the strength of his fingers had to remain in a state of seeming nothingness, so that his arm had to be tight all the time, which was extremely detrimental to the wound.

"You're hurt?"

"It's not easy to stain 'drinking red' with blood. Who are you? ”

"It's an apprentice, but I didn't teach his master."

"Understand, the Wen family must be a big family."

"A hundred and ten people."

"Hey."

"You should take care of the wounds." The dwarf saw that something was wrong with Hu Guiyang.

"There's no hurry. Shall we fight first, or will we explain it first? ”

"I'm not here to fight with you."

"Then let's talk about it."

The dwarf was silent when he heard empty life, and only said after a while: "The matter is more complicated, I don't know where to start." ”

"I'm not in a hurry, you can start with what is in front of you, is the person in front of you still alive? Where have they gone? ”

"I'd better start with 'drinking red'." Wen Kongshou did not accept the suggestion.

"Please."

Wen Kongshou was silent for a while, "Have you seen the emperor?" ”

"How did it turn into a question for you?"

"That's easier to explain."

"I haven't seen it."

"Then do you believe that the emperor exists?"

"Of course." Hu Guiyang was inexplicable.

"Why?"

"Why? Why? Because...... There is a palace, a court, a holy decree, a eunuch, and many things can show that the emperor is in the palace. ”

"But you don't believe in the existence of immortals."

"I don't believe it, because I haven't seen anything like Immortal Palace and Heavenly Court, and the so-called immortal arts are all deceptive."

"Well, imagine that there are some people who have been exposed to it since they were children and believe in the ...... of immortals."

"Don't think about it, I'm surrounded by people like that."

"Yes, but these people just listen to other people's words and read the records in books, and they are always one step away from believing them completely."

"See that step with your own eyes?"

"Yes, in fact, you will not fully believe in the existence of the emperor, it is entirely possible that the palace is empty, and the eunuchs will issue holy decrees as usual......"

"It has nothing to do with the emperor, let's talk about you." Hu Guiyang interrupted.

"Okay, back to the Wen family, more than 100 of us have learned the art of heavenly machine since childhood, immersed in the machine box, after a long time, there will be a little doubt in our hearts: is it a fairy art left down by heaven and man or a skill created by mortals?"

Hu Guiyang didn't interject, because he also had the same doubts, the casing is an instrument, but in some aspects, especially the various effects that can be shown after adding the jade pendant, it can't be explained with a device alone.

"Everyone argued endlessly, and after a long time, it split into two factions of immortals, one faction is inclined to immortal arts, and the other faction thinks that this is just a skill, but some places are still more mysterious."

"I'm sure I'll join the Vanpai." Hu Guiyang said with a smile, his views are indeed the same as those of the Fan School.

"Me too."

"Are you a fanpai?"

"Yes."

"Don't you make a fuss?"

"What the mortal sect wears most is to play tricks."

"The one who passed on my Heavenly Skill Technique is also a mortal?"

"Yes."

"But he calls himself an immortal."

"He calls himself a 'god,' which saves him a lot of explanations."

"You went on to say, 'Drinking Red' was created by the Immortal Sect, right?"

"Exactly, they have a whole set of rhetoric, and after the seven people are stained with blood, those who experience it will believe even more that this is immortal art."

Hu Guiyang thought back to what he didn't hear, and began to believe the other party's words a little, "So I should be killed." ”

"Well, the person who passed the test should be unheard, not you."

"Hehe, Wen Bujing actually believes very much that the Heavenly Machine Technique is an immortal art, thinking that I am just an ordinary mortal, so he refuses to use more powerful 'spells', only uses 'Drinking Red', and was killed by me."

"This is exactly what our Mortal Sect is most worried about, after the Immortal Sect is overly superstitious, it will expose its weaknesses. Alas, I wish everyone could see for themselves what happened to me. ”

"I saw it with my own eyes, but it didn't work, those who believed still believed it, and those who didn't believe it always didn't believe it, and he didn't wake up when he heard it, in fact, he committed suicide in the end, just to achieve the bloodstained seven."

Wen Kongshou was silent for a longer time, and then sighed, "I must make the Immortal Sect wake up, that's why I brought you here." ”

"I don't interfere in your Wen family's disputes, I don't have the ability to do this, and I have no interest."

"But you've learned the Heavenly Machine."

"I didn't ask anyone to teach me, the 'fairy' found it himself, so how did he choose me and find me?"

"You were recommended by He Sanchen."

Hu Guiyang's heart sank, "Where is she?" ”

Wen Kongshou pointed to the depths of the swamp, "It's not far from here, it's being surrounded by many people in the rivers and lakes, I don't know how long it can last." ”

Hu Guiyang suddenly realized that the so-called "treasure grabbing" was the third sister He.