From the side of the Jinshui River in East Ji'er Lane, enter the Sanssouci Cave.

When the light quickly disappeared from behind him, Huang Shang shook the fire fold.

The fire folds of this era are made of sweet potato vines, and even if they are blown out after ignition, the sparks are still smoldering in them.

When you want to use it, you only need to shake it in the wind and it will be ignited again.

This kind of special ignition can keep the fire for a day, which is quite convenient.

But even as the fire lit up and illuminated the road ahead, Huang Shang still felt as if he had arrived in another world.

Not only is the underground sewer stenching and dirty, but the most terrible thing is the whining wind, like a soul in a mass grave.

This kind of breath is not felt by ordinary people.

At most, I feel cold and psychologically depressed.

But Huang Shangwen's air flow clearly grasped the flow of breath.

In the Tao Sutra, there are many contemplative thoughts.

The view of white bones, the view of Shura, the view of the jade girl, and the view of ascension.

These are all ways to visualize the tribulations, overcome fears, resist temptations, and ultimately strengthen the soul.

Huang Shang absorbed the essence of it and designed a concept of refining the mind for himself.

In this world, it is impossible for him to survive the thunder tribulation, and he can't even go out of his body.

So you don't need to be ambitious, just be down-to-earth and refine your heart and spirit.

His biggest fear is the exposure of his identity.

With this contemplation, gradually, Huang Shang's mind not only became more and more tenacious, but also became more and more sensitive to the perception of the outside world.

Even in a dense crowd, if someone was secretly looking at him from hundreds of meters away, he could immediately notice it.

Now in the Sanssouci Cave, the dead air is thick, and it is an unmistakable guidance, he simply follows this breath and strides forward.

It's not that if you have a little strength, you don't know how reckless the sky is high.

Instead, Xu Feng was following in the dark, and his hesitation at the moment was unnecessary.

The deeper he looked, the more Huang Shang understood why Kaifeng Mansion was helpless against this extralegal place.

In addition to the original waterways, it has also been processed several times, which is comparable to the most complex labyrinth.

Don't talk about coming in and arresting criminals, it's not easy to find your way back after going deeper.

But Huang Shang followed the dead air, and wherever it was rich, he would go.

It didn't take a fork in the road at all, and after a quarter of an hour, the front opened up with faint lights.

Huang Shang's footsteps slowed down, and just as he was about to find out the truth and the truth, three black shadows suddenly burst out from one side.

"Slow!"

Seeing that he was about to pounce in front of him, a sharp voice sounded, and the three of them suddenly withdrew their hands and scattered to surround him.

Huang Shang took a look at the fire and found that these three people were actually beggar disciples carrying bags.

One of them was the one who had intercepted him halfway before, and wanted to attack him when he retreated.

And it was the beggar who stopped the actions of the other two.

The road is narrow!

"Yo, isn't this a little scholar? You found it? ”

The beggar looked Huang Shang up and down, bared his teeth, and showed an extremely disgusting smile: "Look at your fine skin and tender meat, aren't you here to play fun with us?" ”

Huang Shang thought of what he said before, there was a little lady who was dragged into the Sanssouci Cave, and life was better than death.

At that time, it was not certain whether it was simple intimidation, but now that Wen Qi sensed, there were all kinds of evil thoughts and dead qi lingering on this person's body, and it was undoubted, and his eyes showed fierceness: "The thief should be punished!" ”

"Just you?"

The beggar had no fear, and what else to say, Huang Shang didn't want to hear his disgusting voice, and the Zhuge pen poked out of his sleeve.

"Judge's pen?"

The beggar looked surprised.

In the martial arts, the judge's pen is a very powerful Qimen weapon, known as the judge of Hades, and determines life and death.

It's just that this kind of blade, without several years of hard work, doesn't even have a chance to fight, this scholar obviously didn't know martial arts before, how could he suddenly use the judge's pen.

But he didn't have any fear, and he met it directly with his fists.

However, the Zhuge pen in Huang Shang's hand did not point, poke, pinch, or pick at all, such as the ordinary path of the judge's pen, but the pen walked Jiaolong, and in an instant, in the air in front of him, two big characters were written.

These two words are both like the regular script of the three museums, and like the symbols of gossip, which are-

Thunder!

Sky!

On that day, Huang Shangwu realized the use of literary tone and wrote the eight sentences of the Book of Changes on paper.

Thereinto......

Thunder is "gradual thunder and earthquake, and the gentleman cultivates the province with fear", which corresponds to the earthquake hexagram in the gossip.

Heaven is "Tianxingjian, the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement", corresponding to the trigram in the gossip.

If the eight sentences of the I Ching are the initial appearance of the literary atmosphere, now a thunder and a day constitute the thirty-four hexagrams of the I Ching, the big strong hexagram, which is the move of the literary atmosphere.

Thunder shook in the sky, and its momentum was great!

As soon as this hexagram was completed, the literary tone suddenly had an inclined mouth, Huang Shangzhuge pointed it out straight, and the literary qi roared forward, and the beggar only felt a huge force surging, his arms swinged, and he was pointed straight on his chest, and he immediately flew out.

When the person was in the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, his chest collapsed, and he smashed to the ground like a broken sack, and he immediately lost his breath.

The other two beggars were horrified.

This scholar made a move, and without the slightest sign of true qi running, he killed their companion, what kind of means is this?

They were shocked and angry, and slowly retreated, but they didn't know that Huang Shang's fingers holding the Zhuge pen were slightly white, and they were also very annoyed in their hearts.

Because he used a lot of style.

Dead beggars don't look at five or six people, in fact, their martial arts are low, they are ordinary disciples of the beggar gang, and they can't be in the stream at all in the rivers and lakes, and they can only bully and bully ordinary people who don't have martial arts.

Although Huang Shang's cultivation has not been long, the literary qi in his body has been accumulated from more than ten years of studying.

All scholars have the literary atmosphere, but they just sit on the treasure mountain and do not enter, Huang Shang developed it, in the words of the martial arts people, it is a leap with more than ten years of skills.

Of course, the cultural atmosphere is not better than the accumulation of internal force, and it cannot be measured simply by years and months.

It's just that Huang Shang had no experience for the first time, and just now, his tone poured out cleanly.

What's the matter?

"Is it possible to deal with a few miscellaneous soldiers, and Xu Feng has to go out?"

Huang Shang smiled bitterly in his heart, looking at the beggar's corpse, thinking that the evil of human nature was revealed in this cave, I don't know how many tragic things have happened, not only did he not feel uncomfortable after killing, but he felt a sense of the idea of punishing the evil and eliminating the evil.

At this moment, the consumed Wen Qi suddenly returned to the body quickly.

Huang Shang was stunned.

But soon, his eyes lit up and he had a guess.

You may have discovered the real advantage of the literary tone.

True Qi is consumable, every move consumes True Qi, the old disappears, and the new one is born from the dantian.

Wen Qi is different, after Huang Shang hits it, it is like an invisible air current, lingering around, which can be led back to the body and used again.

However, this is a brain supplement, whether it is a fact or not, it has to be confirmed.

"Death to the thief!"

Anyway, there is Xu Feng to protect the Dharma, Huang Shang strode forward, and there were two more strokes.

It's still thunder in the sky, big strong!

His hand is not like ordinary martial arts moves, and there is no such thing as a move.

It's like a shock wave, pushed sideways, if you can block it, you can block it, and if you can't block it, unless you teleport to avoid it, you have to take it hard.

The three beggars had sensed that someone was coming, and they were stuck in the narrow place, but they did not expect to lift a stone and hit themselves in the foot, and were forced to turn around and shoot back.

In an instant, the second beggar flew down like thunder, blood spurted wildly.

Huang Shang mastered the strength this time, and only consumed about fifty percent of his literary energy, and still defeated the enemy.

Then catch up with the third one, and do the same.

After defeating the enemy in a row, he triggered the Wen Qi again, and sure enough, the power that escaped returned to his body.

"Decisive killing, worthy of the future generation of grandmasters!"

When the two seriously injured beggars fell to the ground miserably, Xu Feng showed appreciation.

No one knows what kind of personality Huang Shang had when he was young, but his current style is very suitable for his temper.

And Huang Shang raced against time and began to ask: "In the Sanssouci Cave today, can there be other outsiders entering?" ”

When the beggar was dying, Huang Shang's voice was filled with a force, and he subconsciously replied, "Yes...... Three people ......"

"In which direction?"

"Western Suburbs...... Western Suburbs ......"

Huang Shang asked another beggar, and after making sure that it was correct, Xu Feng walked out.

His face was solemn: "There are three enemies, and it will be a bitter battle next, you go back, if we ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Huang Shang: "Don't mention this matter again!" ”

Xu Feng was very moved by these categorical words, but he had to refuse.

Huang Shang is still too weak to participate in the confrontation of reincarnations, and it will only become a burden to follow.

Xu Feng didn't talk nonsense, took out a dagger, and put it across his neck: "If you don't go back, I'll cut myself here!" ”

"This seems to be the heroine's routine......"

Huang Shang complained in his heart, his eyes widened, the two sides looked at each other, and after a while, he sighed deeply and bowed: "Brother Xu's great grace, Huang Shang remembers, he will never live up to Your Excellency's trust, and he will definitely find out the conspiracy of Western Xia and protect my Great Song Dynasty!" ”

With that, he turned and left.

Listening to the farewell words, echoing in the cave, Xu Feng touched his head, he was really moved, but he didn't dare to delay and went to the western suburbs.

It's just that he didn't know that not long after he left, the ground suddenly bulged, and a head poked out, looking in the direction where Huang Shang had left, his eyes were full of heat.

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(The last few chapters have a lot of words, ask for support!) ）