Heavy Mountains Chapter 141: The Mask Boy
In the dusty world, the temple stands horizontally.
Heavy mountains and huge mountains, continuous seven countries, north and south, strange scenery outside the plug.
Time is like a shuttle, it is already early spring in March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, mortals want to wear it, and the warrior only feels that the short spring day is not enough to worry about.
It has been several months since the Battle of Bailu City, and all the forces of the Lingwu County Kingdom have been actively preparing for the Chongshan Conference, and have entered a short period of peace.
The heavy mountain ridge is said to be a mountain range, surrounded by clouds and mist, mortals only think that it is a big mountain, desolate and uninhabited, and it is a moat that lies across the seven major counties.
The true face of the mountain range is that it is inhabited by a large number of warrior monks.
There are markets, night markets, hustle and bustle and festivals.
It's just that the exchanges between monks are often spirit stones trading exercises, exercises trading pills, and pills selling and earning spirit stones.
The mountains are huge, there are 81 caves and caves, and there is a unique style.
In the noisy Capricorn Cave, many young children were brought by the elders of their respective sects, or the deans of the martial arts academy, or the elders of the family to participate in the grand event of the Chongshan Conference. I saw a young man swaying from side to side, constantly looking around, his eyes full of curiosity.
The young man had shoulder-length black hair, bangs covering his eyebrows, and a fox mask.
Behind him, followed by a large Shiba Inu.
"Qingfeng Giant Sword, five thousand spirit stones, first come, first served, don't wait for the obsolescence!"
A merchant in a stall is selling, attracting a piece of warriors.
"Originally, I thought that the heavy mountain range was no different from the mountain of the Great Wilderness, it was a lonely mountain, but when I went up the mountain, I realized that the heavy mountain range was so lively. The young man, who was swaying from side to side, muttered.
He walked over to the place where he was shouting and selling the greatsword, held it up, looked at it carefully, and praised, "Good sword! β
"This guest officer, this is the best seven-element spirit weapon, take it by your side, it can be described as a good thing!" The merchant smiled flatteringly when he saw Luo Chen.
Luo Chen swept the giant sword, flipped it left and right, and said, "This sword costs five thousand spirit stones?"
The merchant patted his chest and said, "That's right! It only costs five thousand spirit stones, and there will be no such shop in this village, if it weren't for the Chongshan Ridge to hold a Chongshan Conference, how could I sell it so cheaply?"
"Oh. β
Luo Chen put down the giant sword, turned around and left.
"Eh, you don't buy it, if you don't buy it, you stay here for a long time and watch it endlessly, wasting Lao Tzu's time!" The merchant saw that Luo Chen didn't buy it, and immediately changed his face and scolded.
Lu Shouren, the general of Lingwu County, was ordered by the king of Lingwu County to drive hundreds of thousands of troops and garrison them in the Black Grottoes. This is the territory of the Lingwu Gun.
Gradually, big sects arrived in the Capricorn Cave, and many big people arrived.
Mei Jueyuan of the Shaoyang Sect was walking through the most lively street with the disciples who participated in the competition.
"Everyone is commenting, this kid has been looking around for a long time, he doesn't buy anything, and he slanders me everywhere that the things I sell are fake and shoddy products, it's just lawless!"
"Hey, it turned out to be this kid, I sold my Qingfeng Giant Sword in the morning, he was so good, he didn't buy it for a long time. β
All of a sudden, many people surrounded him, all of whom had not sold a single thing in a morning, thanks to him.
"It's because there's something wrong with what you're selling, that Qingfeng Giant Sword is an inferior product, and the inscriptions inside are about to break and age, and it's not worth five thousand spirit stones at all. β
"And the space storage ring you sold, it is said that it is enough space for a house, but in fact, a mirror image is made in it, which looks like a lot of space, but it is actually only half the size. β
"This benevolent brother's elixir... β
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The young man's mouth was like a river, and he was speechless about what these merchants said.
"Boy, I see you're really looking for a beating! Newborn calf, I don't know how thick the sky is!"
The man who sold the giant sword flashed his fist and approached the young man.
Blue fire erupted from his fist, and he swung it over.
The young man didn't move, as if he was stupid. Everyone couldn't bear to look at it, thinking that this young man was going to die under the fist of fire.
The fire fist entered the young man half a step, and was blocked by a hand.
A person suddenly appeared in front of the man's eyes, only to feel that his fist was hitting a boulder, his bones clicked, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand.
"Who are you, nosy?" the man selling the greatsword secretly clenched his fist to counteract the pain.
Lu Shaohuan said: "Mei Jueyuan, the name of Senior Elder Mei, doesn't it work?"
"Ahh β
"Elder Mei spare his life, Master Lu, the villain should be damned!"
The man who sold the giant sword changed dramatically when he heard this, noticed the infamous Lu Shaohuan coming over, and immediately fell to his knees.
Although he is a monk of Chiba County, he has heard of Lu Shaohuan's name, and knows that this person is fierce and ruthless, he himself is just a casual cultivator in another country, and he has no background, so he doesn't dare to provoke Lu Shaohuan at all.
Lu Shaohuan kicked the man in the head, kicked him to the ground, and said, "Master, what are you doing to save him, cutting off people's money, isn't it looking for a fight?"
The young man glanced at Lu Shaohuan, his brows under the mask furrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "Cut off people's wealth, is Young Master Lu blind, the things they sell, with your cultivation, don't you see the shoddy at a glance?"
"Do you know me, and dare you talk to me like that?"
Lu Shaohuan's face was fierce, and he slapped it, but he didn't hear the slap that it should have.
His hand was raised in mid-air, and was lightly taken by the young man's hand.
"Hmph! I have a bit of strength, no wonder I dare to speak loudly!"
"Shaohuan, step down!" Mei Jueyuan shouted an order, signaling Lu Shaohuan to retreat, his eyes were like torches, he looked at the young man carefully, and said slightly: "The disciples in the door are just starting out, and they are a little rude, and I hope that the Taoist friends will forgive me." β
"It doesn't matter. If you don't stop him, he will be the one who will be hurt. The young man said lightly.
When he said this, the surrounding spectators were stunned and in an uproar. Secretly said that this kid didn't know the height of the sky, and even until Lu Shaohuan's name, he dared to provoke words.
The man who was kicked to the ground by Lu Shaohuan got up, joined the onlookers, and said, "Speak wildly!"
He didn't dare to hold a grudge against Lu Shaohuan, but focused his anger on this masked boy.
Lu Shaohuan was also stunned, and then showed a weird smile and said, "What did you say?"
Mei Jueyuan pressed Lu Shaohuan's body that was about to step forward with one hand, his eyes froze, and he said: "Mei Jueyuan, the great elder of the Lower Shaoyang Sect, I don't know Xiaoyou's surname and name, what is his teacher?"
"You are calm, the name of the family teacher, his old man will not let me reveal it, as for the name of my nobody, you don't need to know. β
"Boy, you're looking for death!" Mei Jueyuan's inner disciple beside him, with a fierce look in his eyes, drew his sword and pointed at the masked young man.
Since Xiaoyou is reluctant to reveal, it is inconvenient for the old man to ask again. Xiaoyou's bearing is extraordinary, and you will definitely be able to hear the prestige of Xiaoyou at this Chongshan Conference. Thanks to the sect master's entrustment, let me be in charge of the disciples' participation in this heavy mountain conference, I wonder if Xiaoyou can sit down with the old man with a face?"
He was still not angry, and he didn't care about the masked boy's rudeness.
"Thank you for your kindness, I still have important things to do, so it's inconvenient to chat, so I'll leave. The masked boy stretched out his hand and walked away.
"If you offend Elder Mei, you still want to leave?!"
A group of disciples of the Shaoyang Sect sacrificed their weapons one after another to block his way.
The masked boy stopped, turned his face sideways and smiled, "What's the matter, Elder Mei wants to kill you?"
"Let him go! Anyone who dares to stop this little friend will be far away from me Mei Jue!" Mei Jue said from afar.
"Elder Mei... This... The disciples looked puzzled, but when they saw Elder Mei's unangry and arrogant eyes, they immediately collected their weapons.
They could only watch as the masked boy walked past them.
Even the warriors who had been disturbed by him before retreated, and no one dared to make a move.
Because Mei Jueyuan's words were not only saying to the disciples of the Shaoyang Sect, but also to them.
After the boy left, this situation was over, and many martial artists originally wanted to watch a good show, but when they saw Mei Jueyuan's courtesy to this masked boy, they all felt bored and dispersed.
"Master, why did you suddenly change your personality today? Is there anything unusual about this masked boy?"
Lu Shaohuan saw Mei Jueyuan's impermanence, and wondered how Mei Jueyuan, who had always been rude, would bear to talk to him like this to the next junior.
Mei Jueyuan said: "Senior Brother Sect Master is right, people can't look good, and the sea can't fight. Otherwise, today, there will be great calamity. β
Lu Shaohuan was taken aback and said, "Does this masked boy have any origins? Could it be that he is a disciple of a certain strong man in Chongshan County?"
Today's Capricorn Caves, the forces of the major counties are gathered here, and the usually unruly Lu Shaohuan is also very cautious during this trip, and he does not dare to be too presumptuous.
He had seen that this masked young man was alone, followed by a Shiba Inu who had not opened his spiritual intelligence, and the martial arts aura exuded from his body was not as good as his, so he dared to be presumptuous.
Mei Jueyuan suddenly asked Lu Shaohuan: "How do you think this young man's strength is better than yours?"
Lu Shaohuan said without thinking: "He is not as good as me." β
Mei Jueyuan shook his head and said, "On the contrary, your chances of winning are less than one percent." β
Lu Shaohuan's face turned cold, and he said unconvinced: "Why did the master say this, grow the ambition of others to destroy his own prestige!"
Ever since he heard the news that he was going to hold a Chongshan Conference, he had been staying in Shaoyang Sect to cultivate, and he had even given up seeking pleasure.
Now, the rules of the Heavenly Dao in his body have come to the 500,000 Dao, the realm of real people, and he has cultivated a fire martial soul, which is perfectly in line with the Shaoyang Sutra exercises he has cultivated.
He thinks that his current strength is not inferior to Zhong Lingxiu, even if it is Gu Xian and Lu Wenlong, he is not afraid.
After Le Zhengyouzhu was poisoned and cultivated, in his eyes, only these three people could be accommodated, and the other Lingbang martial artists were not in his eyes at all.
"The master is not belittling you, can you see the black jade pendant on this person's waist?" Mei Jue said from afar.
Lu Shaohuan thought about it for a moment and said, "See, what does this mean?"
"Black jade is of the highest quality, and there are only three places in the mountains that can be mined, and this black jade belongs to the ink pen jade in the high-quality. Mei Jueyuan showed a solemn look when he said ink pen jade.
Lu Shaohuan's face moved slightly, and said, "What does the master mean... β
Mei Jueyuan nodded heavily, and said in a heavy tone: "The token of the Five Fingers Peak is a jade pendant made of this ink pen jade, with the word 'painting' engraved on it. β
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This masked boy actually has something to do with the ink pen painting Weng, Lu Shaohuan felt a slight coolness on his back, and he was afraid after a while, but fortunately, Mei Jueyuan stopped him, otherwise if there was a conflict with him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Don't say it's him, even his father Lu Shaohuan is a small person compared to the ink brush painting Weng.
The names of the Qisan people, the color change in the heavy mountains, and the characters at the level of martial arts mythology dare not be easily provoked.
"The reason why I say that your odds of winning are less than one percent is because I saw his identity, and it is very likely that he is the only closed disciple of the ink brush painting Weng, a master of the Foggy Mountains. β