A hundred miles west of Xianyang City, there is a barren mountain range.

There are no human tracks, and the vegetation is sparse.

"Zhuo Yuming, a monk from Fuyao Prefecture Cave Xuan, took the liberty to visit, and wanted to ask for advice on the method of separating heaven and earth from this side, and also asked his seniors to take the time to meet. ”

Hovering in the air about two or three miles away from that mountain range, Zhuo Yuming did not directly explore like a mountain, but used his divine sense to transmit sound between the peaks.

As a monk in the Tibetan realm, the other party must be able to perceive himself and transmit sound with his divine sense, and if the other party is willing to show up to meet him, he will naturally come out on his own. If you don't want to talk face-to-face, you won't break into the other party's cultivation hall and settle a grudge in plain terms.

"Do you know where this place is?"

There was no human figure among the mountain peaks, but an old voice sounded in the heart lake, and it was the other party who spoke back.

Obviously, the other party is tentative, if he doesn't know anything about this place, the other party is afraid that he will sink into the sea, and there will be no more response.

"This place is a small Confucian world, a vast world. ”

Zhuo Yuming saw that since the other party threw stones and asked for directions, he went straight to the point.

A moment later, a purple figure flew through the mountains.

The appearance of the person who came was vicissitudes, and his beard and hair were all white. The aura on a purple robe flowed, and it was a magic weapon with good rank.

"How did Daoyou enter this vast world?"

The old monk stared at Zhuo Yuming with burning eyes and asked.

Zhuo Yuming arched his hand to the old man, and said with a smile: "The junior entered this place by accident with a friend, but he knew about this vast world before, and he deduced the mystery of this place soon after entering. I don't know what my predecessors call me, and why are you here?"

The white-haired old man looked at Zhuo Yuming, his face matched his bone age, and he was indeed undoubtedly old on the surface. At such a young age, he has the cultivation of the Cave Xuan Realm, and he can hear about the Haoran Heaven and Earth, and he wants to be the core disciple of a top sect. Maybe with this kid's sect background, with the cooperation, he can really find a way to get rid of it.

After thinking about it in his heart, the old man also told Zhuo Yuming his origin.

This old man who returned to Tibet was originally a preacher in Qingxuguan of Tianmu Mountain in Zhongshenzhou, named Chu Jingwei.

Tianmu Mountain is a sacred place of Taoism, and Confucianism has always had a dispute over the three religions. More than 100 years ago, Chu Jingwei had a conflict with a Confucian Confucian, and he was indignant for a while, so he fought with the National People's Congress in a Confucian academy, and was imprisoned in this vast world.

Zhuo Yuming also knew something in his heart when he heard this.

This Haoran world is the small world that comes with the Confucian forbidden treasure Haoran pen, in addition to the masters of the past dynasties, there are only a handful of people who can control the Haoran pen. If it was really just because he was arguing with a great Confucian, how could he be thrown into this small world. I think he must have done something that made the entire Confucian school intolerable, and he happened to be suppressed by a very high-ranking Confucian gentleman with a Haoran pen.

The fairy on the mountain finally faced face, and the beating was just a grudge, and the slapping of the face was a mortal enemy. Zhuo Yuming naturally wouldn't pierce the other party's cover-up, but just nodded silently.

"What does Zhuo Daoyou have to know about leaving this vast world, you might as well say it and learn from the old way. ”

After a few simple greetings, he didn't even bother to be polite, and invited the other party to sit in the cave, Chu Jingwei simply went straight to the point with a knife.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Zhuo Yu knew that he must have some eyebrows about the method of detachment, and immediately chuckled and said: "I have some ideas, but they are just some superficial inferences, and they have not been scrutinized. This matter is a long story, and the friends of the younger generations seem to have some trouble in Xianyang City at the moment, and wait for the juniors to go back to deal with one or two, and when the matter is over, how about visiting the seniors. ”

Hearing the other party's words, Chu Jingwei was also slightly stunned, and said with a smile at the moment: "Zhuo Daoyou, please take it, there are no powerful characters in Xianyang City, Daoyou can be like entering a no-man's land, and Lao Dao will not accompany him." Lao Dao prepared tea in the cave mansion and waited for Taoist friends to come to the house later. ”

Zhuo Yuming also smiled and saluted, and after a few polite words, he turned around and turned into a flash of light.

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On the long street, Qin Ming leaned over and lay on the ground, feeling ashamed and indignant in his heart.

He looks badly injured, but in fact, it's just appearances. The right hand that held the sword before was indeed twisted by the woman, but for him, it was not a terrible injury, and after the bone was in place, it was just half a year of cultivation. As for looking at the bleeding of the oozing seven orifices, in fact, it was just that his own orifices were hit and concussed by the woman's true qi, and the internal injuries were not as serious as they seemed on the surface. The reason why he fell to the ground like a dead dog and couldn't move was just that the acupoints and meridians of his whole body were blocked by the woman with wisps of true qi.

Although I also feel grateful for the mercy of the other party's subordinates, after all, as the deputy director of the Department of Suppression, he is so embarrassed now, and after it is passed out, it will inevitably become a topic of conversation at the wine table after tea and dinner, and he will really have no face to mix in this Xianyang City in the future.

After about a quarter of an hour, when she was a little impatient and even wanted to eat a piece of pastry that she had bought in the shop before, the woman's eyes suddenly sharpened, and her gaze fell to the end of the long street.

I saw two figures appear at the end of the long street, walking slowly.

On the left is a long-haired man with a length of eight feet, the man is tall and strong, and he looks like a strong man with a strong force. His clothing style is similar to that of the one on the ground, but the color is darker and the ornamentation is more complicated.

It is the top spot of Daqin Zhenfusi, Zheng Fengyue.

Accompanying Director Zheng was an old gentleman in a cyan Confucian shirt. At first glance, it seems to be kind to his face, but there is a trace of seriousness hidden between his eyebrows. The old man carried his hands behind his back, his waist was as tall as a pine willow, and he looked like a storyteller in the school.

Zheng Fengyue was about thirty feet away from Shu Jinran, and suddenly her arms swayed slightly, and her steps suddenly accelerated. At first, a few steps were still ordinary steps, but the momentum was extremely violent, and it was more than ten feet away in two breaths. Immediately after that, the pace suddenly increased, one step was three zhang, the second step was five zhang, and then the third step was taken, and the whole person had already appeared in front of Shu Jinran.

In the eyes of others in the field, Zheng Fengyue's last three steps were like teleportation, especially the last step, which was ten zhang away and came in an instant.

And when everyone saw Zheng Fengyue's figure clearly, the person who held the seal of the Suppression Division had already swung his fist at the face of the woman in white.

Before Zheng Fengyue came, after listening to Lu Qing's description, he knew that this female grandmaster who was born out of thin air was only afraid that he was not under him. After he appeared, he immediately displayed this set of mastery skills, seized the lead, and wanted to take the female martial artist by surprise.

His mastery of nine steps and one punch is a secret killer weapon.

The first six steps go from slow to fast, with a rapid momentum. The last three steps are a breath of true qi to the extreme, and the body shape is also at the peak, gathering the whole body's qi, entrainment of ten thousand momentum, and hitting this killer punch.