Chapter 10: The Fatal Blow

The ghost child Qingtong asked Chunzhu to open the third room in the right row and let him rest in it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Chunzhuhao stepped forward and opened the door without hesitation, and the scene inside directly shocked him. This is a husband and wife double cultivation room, in which there is a husband and wife facing each other naked, four hands against each other, yin and yang combined, silently practicing Xuangong.

Chunzhu looked at the two of them blankly, this was the first time he had seen this kind of scene in his life, especially the woman's jade-like skin, proud chest, like a hook, straight hooked Chunzhu's eyes, he had a dry mouth for a while, and forgot the taboo.

The two people in the room were even more surprised, because every room here, whether there were cultivators in it, there was a record on the public notice board in the hall, and no one would disturb them, so as not to make the cultivators frightened and go crazy. Fortunately, the two couples finished practicing the scriptures and were about to get up, otherwise bad luck was inevitable.

The two of them looked at each other in a daze, and they didn't move. It was still the woman who was alarmed, screamed, and pulled up a piece of clothing to wrap her body. The woman's screams made Chunzhu and the male cultivator wake up from a dream, and the man's eyes lit up with fire and he raised his hands. Chunzhu knew that it was not good, and hurriedly followed Qingtong's instructions, put his hands on his chest to protect his heart, closed his eyes and waited for death.

That man was a disciple of Yu Xingzi, a first-class white-robed venerable named Changyun. His wife is also a disciple of Yu Xingzi, a third-level yellow-clothed cultivator, named Changyue, and they are also the best among the elders of the Imperial Immortal Palace. During this time, Changyun has been living in the husband and wife's cultivation room on the second floor of the Tibetan Scroll Pavilion, and he wants to help his wife Changyue have already cultivated into a white-robed Venerable, so that they can go down the mountain together as soon as possible to practice. Unexpectedly, during the cultivation period, a daredevil, peeked into the wonderful scenery that only he could see. Not only was he angry and rushed to the crown, but his hands pushed Chunzhu with overwhelming momentum.

But Changyun Stone broke the earth with a shocking blow, hitting Chunzhu's body, like a mud cow entering the sea, there was no force, although he was shocked, but he also had no time to care, seeing Chunzhu was beaten out, hurriedly closed the door, dressed. When I came out again, the bookshelves in the hall had been knocked down, and the books were scattered in a mess. Chunzhu was lying four or five feet away, his eyes were round, his mouth was spitting blood, and he was already dying.

As a white-robed Venerable, Chang Yun's cultivation is extraordinary, and when he is angry, he fights hard, and the power of the blow is more than a thousand pounds. Chunzhu originally had no mana for a first-level red-clothed monk, but when he was cultivating three years ago, he went mad again, and his meridians were broken. Although Yuyangzi once used a mantra to bind the meridians of his whole body, and he could walk and run, but if he really wanted to talk about it, he was not better than an ordinary man. How could it withstand the thunderous blow of a white-robed Venerable.

Yuyangzi, who was practicing in retreat in the cave, trembled in his heart when Chunzhu was hit hard by Changyun, and he had a premonition that something was happening, but even if he practiced in retreat, he couldn't worry about things outside his body, but the irritability in his heart couldn't be entangled, and it was very uncomfortable. He stood up, walked to the edge of the stone wall in the cave, reached out and pressed a protruding stone, and the wall of the cave automatically parted, revealing a secret cave. Yu Yangzi raised his legs and walked in, looked at the practice mantra on the wall, and sighed, "When will I be able to follow my wishes?" ”

Yuyangzi stood in the secret cave for a long time before he came out, and said to himself: "A thousand-year-old opportunity, you can meet but you can't ask for it." Pity me, I have been searching for more than 100 years, how can I always miss it? Is it that God is playing a joke on me?"

He sat back on the cold blood jade pier left by Master Hui Cong Yuanzun, and looked at the cave where Master Hui Cong Yuan Zun had cultivated to become an immortal again, thinking about yesterday's events.

Yesterday, when Chunsong reported that there was a seven or eight-year-old child in this cave, Yuyangzi was extremely excited in his heart. But when he arrived at this cave, he couldn't feel the breath of the child, only saw Chun Ling looking around, and surprise was written all over her immature and delicate face. Her words are the same as Chunsong's, she can't see anything abnormal, and besides, if she talks about his secret, Chun Ling and Chunzhu won't know about it anyway, so they won't lie to him.

But why couldn't he feel the child's breath? Could it be that his cultivation could already hide his body and seal his breath? If so, it would be really difficult to find him.

His mind returned to Chunzhu's body. Chunzhu is his hope, but also his heart disease. With Chunzhu's current physical condition, how long can he last?Can Chunzhu cooperate with himself to make the Imperial Immortal Hall shine again, standing proudly above all the immortal cultivation sects in this empire?

Yu Yangzi thought that Chunzhu's heart was not only moved, Yu Xingzi, Yu Xingzi had prepared retreat items for his teacher, would he know the secret of this cave mansion? Then he shook his head and thought: "No, Yu Xingzi is drunk and dreams every day, but he is just a drunkard, and his little cultivation is afraid that he will have already been handed over to the wine fairy, so there is no need to worry." ”

He vigorously suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, picked up the scroll, and the scroll had eight big characters written on it, "Nine levels of demon blood, eight desolations of bloodthirstiness." The corners of his mouth showed a smile that he didn't feel: "Chunzhu, whether the Imperial Immortal Hall can be brilliant again depends on you." ”

Yuyangzi pinned his hopes on Chunzhu, but Chunzhu was angry at this time, lying in the hall on the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, surrounded by people pointing fingers.

Someone asked: "Senior Brother Changyun, what is going on? You are also ruthless, I think Chunzhu's little life cannot be saved." ”

Chang Yun's face was red, his neck was thick, and he stammered, "I, I, we, we 、、、、" He couldn't tell the scene for a while. Whoever puts this on their head will be ashamed to talk about it. After all, I can't say that my wife and I were cultivating naked, and when yin and yang complemented each other, Chunzhu opened the door of the room, and my wife's jade body was seen at a glance by Chunzhu, so I struck with all my might. It doesn't matter if he's a big man, but what about his wife Changyue?

"Alas, Senior Brother Changyun, I'm afraid it's your trouble. Chunzhu is a disciple of the master of the Imperial Immortal Palace, Yuyangzi. You killed his disciples, and there will be good fruit to eat in the future?"

"Yes, the hall master is the most painful for Chunzhu, when Chunzhu went mad, he personally healed Chunzhu's injuries, and he did not hesitate to spend more than ten years of cultivation. Who can get this kind of great favor?"

"There is also the hall master uncle, in order not to make Chunzhu's junior brother become a miscellaneous servant, let him be a scroll protection monk, just to keep Chunzhu's name. Unexpectedly, thousands of calculations made him take a small life. ”

Changyun and Changyue were sweating profusely, Changyue pulled Changyun's sleeve and said, "Senior brother, we, how are we good?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. Fuck, I can't drink a sip of idle wine, I have to do something. Yu Xingzi walked in with a wine jug and shook it. Seeing that the spring bamboo face was like a yellow table, and the anger was like a gossamer, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, and the wine strength was also a lot sober.

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