"I'm in the lower shrine, and I'm here to pay a visit."

Kyoto.

Jingu Yixin smiled and tapped lightly on the door in front of him.

In front of him was a martial arts hall located in the eastern part of Kyoto Castle.

This martial arts hall is called Jiashan Martial Arts Hall, and the strength of its disciples is not outstanding.

Such a type of martial arts hall, not to mention the association sect in the martial arts association, is not even comparable to some first-class martial arts halls.

however

Under the watchful eye of two watchdogs.

Since leaving the hotel.

Throughout the afternoon, Jingu Yixin had been visiting this kind of martial arts hall and learning from the disciples in these martial arts halls.

After learning the identity of Jingu Yixin, many martial arts halls were gearing up to poke the other party's sharp spirit.

It's a pity.

All of Kyoto.

No disciple of a martial arts hall can make a half-move in front of the Divine Palace.

Some martial arts halls even went into battle in person, but they still failed to change the result.

But

Jingu is single-minded in this kind of behavior of single-handedly taking on the entire Kyoto Martial Arts Hall.

Not only did it not shock the two monitors.

On the contrary, I was very confused.

"What do you want to do with the second force of this small mountain country?"

"It's so awesome, why don't you go to our Yihemen for a walk twice."

Kilometers away from high-rise buildings.

A man with a strong physique and a tight black vest looked in the direction of Jingu Isshin, a look of disdain on his face.

His name is Shigeyama.

The second disciple of Yihemen.

Speaking of which, it can be regarded as having a two-sided relationship with Chen Sheng.

First time meeting,

It is in the Scripture Pavilion.

The second time they met, it was Chen Sheng who casually killed one of his desire clones when he was exploring the sleeping place of heaven and man.

In a later series of events.

Chongshan had seen Chen Sheng's terrifying strength comparable to that of a god with his own eyes.

That's why,

At this time, Shigeyama would say that he hoped that Jingu would be able to go to the Yihemen Kick Hall.

He really wanted to see the picture of this small mountain country being slapped away by Chen Sheng.

And on the side of the heavy mountain.

A tall young man with his eyes closed and his back against the wall.

"Bully ordinary people here to satisfy your vanity?"

"This kind of behavior can be regarded as dirty, but it is normal for this kind of person."

The corners of his mouth went up, and he took over the conversation.

His name is Huo Zheng, and he is the eldest disciple of the Heling Sect.

Both of them are disciples of the member sect, and they are of the rank with a higher position of strength.

In the martial arts association, the truly powerful sects are all in the wild.

So for them, these martial arts halls that can open their doors and do business in the city.

It is indeed no different from ordinary people.

However, although the two teased each other.

But the vigilance in my heart has not diminished because of this.

A simple joke.

The two of them returned to the topic.

"Is there anything unusual over there at the hotel?"

Shigeyama asked.

"Nope."

"Everything works."

Huo Zheng replied.

The voice fell.

Both fell silent at the same time.

Watching Jingu Ichishin start the so-called "competition" again

Shigeyama's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

The miscellaneous hairs of this small mountain country.

From the beginning to the end, there was no unique cultivation system.

It's just that what it has is nothing more than ordinary fist and foot kung fu.

In addition, he kicked around the gym as if he was idle and had nothing to do.

Shigeyama always had an inexplicable intuition.

When he and the others were led by the nose by this shrine.

Perhaps elsewhere, something bad is happening.

The intuition of a warrior is usually extremely sharp.

In addition, now is a critical time.

The slightest bit is wrong, and Chongshan is unwilling to ignore it.

Let him continue to sit here, watching Jingu pretend.

He couldn't stand it.

just right

As a disciple of Yihemen.

The Seven Demon Mind Methods he cultivated can liberate the Demon Body of Desire.

This ability will not be known to more than ten fingers in the entire Huaguo.

Perfect for doing something.

For example, to test the weight of the other party.

Come to think of it.

"Is the meeting over?"

Shigeyama spoke again.

"There's still an hour."

A reply came from the side.

"Hmm."

"I'm going to test the details of this kid."

"Just watch from a distance."

"If something is wrong, you should immediately notify the president."

Shigeyama's words came too suddenly.

Huo Zheng, who was originally performing secret skills, opened his eyes and looked at Chongshan with a surprised expression.

He has carried out numerous surveillance missions.

But halfway through the surveillance, he ran directly to the other party to monitor the other party, and it was the first time he had seen him.

"Big brother, are you really here?"

Huo Zheng spoke to confirm.

"What do you want?"

"I didn't run over and fight him to the death."

"This is the city, am I crazy?"

"It's just a simple test, and I'll leave after the test."

Chongshan rolled his eyes.

As soon as the words fell.

His form simply disappeared in place.

In desperation.

Huo Zheng only closed his eyes again and focused his gaze on the surroundings of the Divine Palace.

————

Kyoto

A certain household.

The uncle in a loose white vest sat on the sofa in his living room.

He picked his feet while watching the TV series shown on the screen.

From time to time, the wife's nagging sounded from inside the kitchen.

But the uncle turned a deaf ear, and his eyes always fell on the TV screen, never moving.

From time to time, he will shout along with the plot of the TV series.

"Well killed!"

"These bastards of the small mountain country, it's not too many to die a hundred times!"

The uncle cursed fiercely.

Until the ad is inserted.

He got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen door, recounting what he had seen and heard in a gong-like voice.

"I'll tell you, old woman."

"I just met the crumbs of a small mountain country today."

"At first I thought—"

He said as he spoke.

I don't know why.

Everything in front of me suddenly became a little blurry.

Well?

Uncle rubbed his eyes.

But the sight did not improve.

His wife's voice speaking to him was also extremely muffled.

Unexplained sleepiness swept over my mind like a tidal wave.

Uncle yawned.

He didn't think much of it.

"Hey, when people are old, they are old."

"Where could I sleep before?"

He shook his head, ignoring his wife's voice as usual, and prepared to sit back on the couch for a nap.

But just as he turned around.

"Wait."

His wife's voice came again.

The words became clear again.

But the tone is very vague.

It's even hard to tell the difference between a man and a woman.

But the uncle still didn't care and continued to walk his own way.

until

The palm of the hand rested lightly on his shoulder.

"Wait."

"What?"

The uncle was a little impatient.

"If you have something to say, wait for a fart."

He shook his shoulders and tried to shake off his wife's palm.

however

In the past, when he drank lightly, his wife curled up like a quail.

Today's strength is surprisingly great.

The palm of his hand was like an iron hoop, firmly gripping his shoulder.

It even hurts a little.

"Stinky woman, are you looking for death?!"

The uncle, who gradually felt conscious, looked back and glared.

however

It's not a familiar face that catches your eye.

It's a man in a suit.

It is short in stature, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a stiff smile on its face.

Just stared at the uncle.

"Old man, did you hear me talking to you?"

The man opened his mouth.

From his mouth, the uncle clearly heard his wife's voice.

"Old man, did you hear me talking to you?"

The sound is getting slower.

But it's getting clearer.

And uncle.

There is no longer the hardness that he used to have when facing his wife.

It was as if the coldness from the abyss made him shudder.

The body is constantly falling.

until

"Ho-"

In reality.

Uncle gasped.

When he woke up suddenly, he still had a palpitating expression on his face.

He looked around quickly.

But I didn't notice the appearance of the man in the weird suit at all.

His wife was standing in front of him, looking at him worriedly.

"Old man, what shall I talk to you?"

He said the same words as in his dreams.

"Why do you fall asleep while standing?"

Facing the concern of his wife.

It's very abnormal, and the uncle no longer feels impatient.

Instead, he pulled his wife and told the content of his dreams with affection.

After talking to his wife,

He even walked quickly to the living room and called his friend who was proficient in fortune-telling.

"Old Zhou, I just had a strange dream."

"In the dream"

The uncle babbled about the content of his dreams.

It seems that this strange dream did not have any adverse effect on him.

Apart from

This is an unusually strong desire to share.

And at this moment.

in the major forums of the network.

The same posts keep popping up.

The content of these posts is also surprisingly consistent.

They all recounted feeling sleepy at night, then falling into a dream and encountering a strange-looking man in a suit.

These posters are no exception.

All of them are IP addresses from Kyoto.

In the beginning.

These posts did not attract much attention, and not long after they were posted, they quickly sank into the sea.

But as people who posted popped up from time to time, people from other provinces even began to appear.

More and more people are noticing that the same content appears at this frequency.

Until there was a painter who drew the man in the dream and put it in the post.

Time

Countless people began to rush to leave messages, saying that they had also dreamed of this man.

That's it.

News about the mysterious "Dream Man".

It quickly made waves online.

——————

Meanwhile.

Kyoto.

Night.

After the experience of respecting the elderly.

Nowadays, the atmosphere in Kyoto at night is not as lively as it used to be.

Instead, as the night gradually fell, it became more and more silent.

Trample.

Trample.

A girl wearing a down jacket with a somewhat pale face walked briskly in the alley with the dinner she had just bought.

It was the only way she could go home.

Surrounded by familiar neighbors.

So even when night fell, even if there was silence around her, the woman didn't seem to be scared at all.

In the empty alley, only the girl's cough echoed from time to time.

Maybe it's boring,

She hummed a familiar ballad softly.

It's just that

Gradually,

The girl suddenly discovered.

The song he hummed seemed to have a harmonic voice.

As if not far away,

Someone sang the same song as her.

The girl looked back.

Sure enough.

A woman in an overcoat and holding a black umbrella was standing not far away.

The moment the girl saw the other party, she first looked at the sky suspiciously.

"Strange, it's not raining, is it?"

She muttered.

The girl began to sense that something was wrong.

She decided to walk straight home and not think much else.

Retract your gaze to the sky.

The girl was preparing to move on.

But at this moment.

The shadows crept in.

The woman in the black coat came to her at some point.

The black umbrella formed a huge shadow in the moonlight, enveloping the maiden underneath.

From start to finish,

The maiden did not hear any footsteps.

She was scared.

Subconsciously, he ran away from his legs.

"Am I good-looking?"

Until a pleasant voice sounds.

Attracted the attention of the girl.

She subconsciously looked into the woman's eyes above the mask.

What beautiful eyes they were.

It's as if the beautiful things in the world are hidden in them.

Because of a genetic disease at birth, girls rarely go out.

She had never seen such a beautiful person.

I can see that both eyes are a little distracted.

"Beautiful."

The girl nodded repeatedly.

Such as a chick pecking rice.

subsequently

Then she saw the woman stretching out her hand to her ear.

Slowly remove the strap of the mask.

The girl's eyes gradually widened.

The pupils reflected a blood-drenched mouth that reached the base of the ear.

At last.

Only the woman's fluttering words echoed in the alley.

"So what?"

Until the sound dissipates with the wind.

disappeared along with a woman holding a black umbrella and a girl who went out to buy food.

——————

Soon after.

【Good】

Chen Sheng walked the streets of Kyoto, replying to Suzaku's message.

After absorbing the celestial cells, he left the Palme d'Or and set out on his way back to Kyoto.

Qinglong and Suzaku did not follow Chen Sheng to Kyoto because they had some other things to deal with.

The message he replied to today.

It was Suzaku who told him that Huang had successfully captured Ma Evil's brother Ma Murder and some descendants of the Celestials.

When he returns to Kyoto, he can first go to the headquarters of the Holy Religion.

Chen Sheng naturally would not refuse.

He now wanted to improve his soul power as soon as possible.

Absorb another wave of celestial descendants.

It is also one step closer to breaking through the second realm of the Kurong Bible.

Night falls.

Chen Sheng looked around.

On the streets, there are only scattered pedestrians.

I don't know when I will be able to return to the prosperity of the past.

I don't know if there will be a day of recovery.

Chen Sheng thought so.

The pace of the feet gradually picks up.

Not much.

He had already arrived at his destination.

"Your Excellency."

Underground of the Holy Church Headquarters.

When Chen Sheng came to the deepest cave again.

appeared in front of him, in addition to the memory of the green dragon, there was also a phoenix who had a "one-sided relationship" before.

The current green dragon is now wearing a pure black mask, revealing only a pair of fiery red pupils.

Gazing at Chen Sheng.

Her gaze was somewhat complicated.

"Well, hello."

Chen Sheng responded politely.

The two met once, though.

But at that time, Chen Sheng lost all his perception because of the ban set by the heavens.

So for him.

Today is the first time I have seen each other.

After the response.

Chen Sheng looked at the ground lying messily, the descendants of the celestials who were in a coma.

These people are more or less wounded.

Obviously, the process of capturing these people and bringing them to the headquarters of the Holy Religion was not peaceful.

Didn't say much.

Chen Sheng immediately released Xiao Hei and began to absorb the descendants of these celestial people.

Due to the small number of people.

This time, it only took less than two minutes, and Xiao Hei had already absorbed all the celestial descendants present.

The heat flow quickly escapes into the body.

[Soul: 66]

This time, it only brought Chen Sheng a boost of about six points.

Compared with before, it can be said that it has been reduced by more than half.

Gaze at the panel.

Chen Sheng's brows furrowed tightly.

But not because there is too little to gain.

It's because of the information that Xiao Hei told him.

"The horse is fierce, not dead."

(End of chapter)