Chapter 144: Heroes Gathering at Yuxu Peak
The fellow apprentices divided the money, copied the secret manual, and then left.
Xiao Yi spent two days practicing the "Lingxi Collection" to transform his internal energy. Zhao Wumian also used this time to familiarize himself with the "Zongheng Yidao". Afterwards, the two of them went together to the Tianji Palace on Yuxu Peak to look for opportunities.
October 20th is almost here.
The weather was getting colder, the northwest was filled with yellow sand, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife.
Yuxu Peak is located in Anding Wei. The place was originally named Sari Uighur and was the fief of King Ning of the Yuan Dynasty. It is thousands of miles wide, close to Handong in the east, Shazhou in the north, and Xifan in the south. King Ning Buyantemur surrendered in the third year of Hongwu. Zhu Yuanzhang canonized him as King of Anding, and his jurisdiction was officially incorporated into the territory of the Ming Dynasty.
In the ninth year of Hongwu, a rebellion broke out in Anding Wei. The King of Anding and the prince were killed one after another by their subordinates, causing chaos within the tribe.
The foreign general Dorjiba rebelled and fled to the desert. After passing through Anding, he killed and looted people on a large scale, seized the seal and left. His army gradually weakened.
Several years have passed, and now Andingwei has become a mess.
This place was originally a buffer zone for defending the northern border. The Ming Dynasty had little interest in it and mainly defended the Suzhou line in the east. Andingwei was nominally still under the control of the Ming Dynasty, but in fact, the Wutai Sect, Wushen Sect, Zoroastrianism, Snow Mountain Temple and other forces were entrenched in the territory, making it very complicated.
Coupled with the desperate criminals fleeing from the Ming Dynasty, this place has completely become a lawless area.
There are many people who kill and rob, and take human lives!
On the tenth day of October, Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yi, wearing anti-sand cloaks, came to Anding City at the foot of Yuxu Peak. The surrounding yellow sand of the desert made the city look even more majestic.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lone city Wanrenshan.
Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.
In the tenth month of the lunar calendar, there is still no spring breeze and everything is desolate.
This kind of place is not suitable for showing off your wealth.
Zhao Wumian was not afraid of robbers coming to his door, but he was afraid of trouble. "Hua Qianshu" was a playboy, not a fool, so he simply changed into a black coarse cloth suit, put on a cloak, tied a headband, dressed like a foreigner, and came to the gate of Anding City.
The city is bustling with people and traffic.
Hu merchants from the Western Regions, bodyguards from the Central Plains, monks from Tibet, and more and more people from the Central Plains and disciples of the Wutai Sect.
"There is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. This matter is getting bigger and bigger. Anding City was not so lively before."
Xiao Yi's face was full of gloating: "If this continues, I'm afraid that Wutai Sect will not be able to hold on."
Not necessarily.
Zhao Wumian thought that it would be impossible for the elite of the seven sects to come to such a dangerous place without the support of the elders of the sects. Once the divine weapon appeared, these people would not just sit there and watch. After all, the Wutai sect had a large number of people and strong forces, while the elders of other sects were acting independently and were a loose group. The more chaotic the situation was and the more dispersed the forces were, the more chances the Wutai sect had!
Of course, this was not something a playboy should say, so he didn't say it.
Just as the two were about to enter the city, the "fool" who showed off his wealth appeared - loud horse hooves sounds came from behind them, and four dragon horses drove a huge cloud-turning chariot from a distance.
When the two looked back, they were both shocked by the luxury of the carriage.
The four dragon horses were all superior dragon breeds, with double horns on their foreheads, scales on their abdomens and backs, majestic bodies, and golden armor on their bodies, magnificent and splendid;
The same goes for the Fanyun Car. The body of the car is made of camphor tree, which combines defense and beauty. It has naturally formed floral patterns and exudes a pleasant fragrance. Being in it will refresh your mind.
The cold wind howled, blowing the curtains of the carriage, revealing the shiny black bear skin inside. Sitting crookedly on the bear skin was a rich young man, in his early twenties, dressed in white, with a handsome face. Beside him were two beautiful sword servants, one holding a wine jug and the other holding a fruit plate, serving him attentively and attentively.
All three of them have reached the middle stage of the third realm.
This strength is indeed not weak, but in the northwest where bandits are everywhere, such ostentation should not only be a matter of strength, but also the family background cannot be too bad.
Zhao Wumian observed carefully and noticed the coachman, who had one arm, an old face, a scar on his right eye, and a black wooden sword on his back.
Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows slightly and knew who was in the carriage.
Xiao Yi looked solemn, "One-armed, blind, carrying a wooden sword, this man must be Yuan Jiuzhou, the 'Jiang Liujian' of Mingjian Villa, a master of the fourth realm! If such a master can drive, the identity of the person in the car is obvious."
Zhao Wumian nodded: "No. 2 on the Tianjiao list, the son of Tianjian Pei Chonghe, Little Tianjian Pei Zuozhi."
Xiao Yi turned back in surprise: "Brother Hua really did a lot of homework."
Zhao Wumian sighed, "It's not easy to be a playboy. When I first came to the Central Plains, I had to deal with a lot of people I shouldn't offend. If I make a mistake and become an enemy, I won't be able to move forward."
"Haha."
Xiao Yi couldn't help laughing: "That's right, this kind of person, it's okay if he loses, but if he wins, he will beat the younger and the older, and there will be no peace! It's better not to get involved. Pei Zuozhi is here, and the others should be here soon. Let's go to the inn first, and then get the information carefully to see what kind of artifact it is and the specific situation..."
A carriage rushed by.
Xiao Yi used the "Dead Wood Zen" to conceal his breath, and Zhao Wumian also performed the breath-concealing method in the "Wind Rising and Clouds Rising Art", making his cultivation level look like the first level of the third realm, so that he was not easy to mess with in Anding City, but not too outstanding either.
As expected, Pei Zuozhi didn't even bother to look at the people outside the car. He ignored them and, hugged two sword servants, rushed towards the largest and most luxurious Xiangdou Inn in the city.
Zhao Wumian and the other person followed him into the city and headed towards Xiangdou Inn.
"Jiang Liujian" is a fourth-level realm master and a pillar of the righteous path. Having him around can save a lot of trouble. Obviously, neither of them intends to let go of this opportunity to get close to a strong figure. What's more, the behind-the-scenes boss of Xiangdou Inn is Guo Xiangdou, the outer sect deacon of Wutai Sect. Normally, no one dares to mess with him. Now that they have so many people, those bandits will surely be more cautious.
The two men walking could not keep up with the lightning-fast Cloud Cart.
When they arrived at the inn, Pei Zuozhi and his companions had already gotten out of the car, gone upstairs and settled down.
There were quite a few guests in the lobby, dressed in all kinds of clothes, eating and drinking in a rough manner, and the sounds of shouting and clinking glasses could be heard at the dinner table.
"I want two upper rooms."
Xiao Yi walked to the counter, took out a gold ingot and put it on the table. He wanted to treat everyone, so Zhao Wumian naturally had no objection.
"What a coincidence, sir."
The shopkeeper was a fat man in his early forties, with a fair complexion. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed, like the big-bellied Maitreya in the temple. He put away the gold and said with a smile, "There are only two rooms left. If you are late, our store will be full."
"Oh?"
Xiao Yi said: "How come there are so many people in the bitterly cold northwest? Did something happen recently?"
The shopkeeper smiled and made a puzzled expression: "I don't know about this, I just know that business has been better recently... Shunzi, take the two guests to Room 3 and Room 4!"
"okay!"
A waiter answered and ran over quickly. He was so fast that his footwork even showed some of the characteristics of advanced martial arts.
Xiao Yi and Zhao Wumian looked at each other and made up their minds.
I'm afraid that not only the boss behind the scenes is from the Wutai sect, but now even the waiter has been replaced by a Wutai disciple. Local tyrants are local tyrants, and it is estimated that other inns also have their people openly watching.
"Two guests, follow me."
The waiter threw a towel over his shoulders, nodded and bowed, and led the way.
"slow!"
Suddenly, a suppressed and cold roar came from outside the store, full of true energy, and the sound was like thunder.
Everyone in the inn looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, only to see a group of thirty "people" carrying a giant sedan chair arriving in front of the inn.
The sedan chair is more than 12 feet high, with a seat three feet high and a width of more than eight feet two inches. There are patterns of evil spirits carved on the body of the sedan chair. Its shape is terrifying and eerie, and it is unforgettable at first sight!
On the sedan chair, there was a young man in his twenties sitting sideways. He had a lazy and indifferent look, a pale complexion, a feminine look, and a pair of blood-red eyes that were very different from those of ordinary people.
The sedan chair moved step by step in unison. The thirty people carrying it had pale faces and no blood, and they had long since lost all life.
——Those were actually thirty dead people!
"Corpse chaser!"
"One of the four families, the Hou family, is here too?"
"With this age and cultivation level, could it be Hou Yang, the second son of the Hou family?!"
There were many knowledgeable people in the store, and they quickly recognized where he came from. They had sweat on their foreheads and swallowed their saliva secretly.
They actually invited these evil stars here! The corpse-driving Hou family.
One of the "Four Families" in the underworld.
The Four Families are as famous as the Eight Sects, and they are all large families with a long history.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, there were still five families, including Gongshu clan. After Gongshu clan was exterminated, only four were left - the Golden Needle Shen family, the Sword-Forging Xu family, the Corpse-Driving Hou family, and the Qimen Zhuge family.
The Hou family has been practicing a special secret technique for generations, which has strange and evil effects.
It's called "The Bloodshed Record".
It is said that the creator of this skill was Hou Qing, the "Corpse Ancestor" of the Xuanming Sect in the late Tang Dynasty. After mastering this skill, one can easily direct his true energy to the opponent's heart, mobilize other people's qi and blood, and make the opponent's blood surge violently.
Even if the person who was hit only had the slightest wound, blood would splatter ten feet and he would die from bleeding!
The higher the level of martial arts, the more easily one can control the blood of others.
Not only can it stop the living from moving, it can also make the dead move, and it can even specially create "living dead", destroying their intelligence but preserving their power, and then use secret medicine and blood pool to forge their muscles, bones, and flesh, making them invulnerable to swords and guns, and use them as thugs.
This is the origin of the name "Corpse Driving" for the Corpse Driving family.
The corpses and living dead they control can keep moving as long as the blood in their bodies is not dry and as long as they have enough internal energy, they can be said to be "immortal". Coupled with their vicious "corpse explosion technique", they are notorious and extremely difficult to deal with!
No one in the underworld wants to mess with the corpse-driving family.
It is said that when a person dies, his soul disappears and all grudges are settled.
But for the Hou family, there is no hope of resting in peace even after death!
As long as your body is not rotten, you will work for me obediently for the rest of your life.
boom!
When the sedan chair came down, thirty dead bodies stood respectfully beside it.
Hou Yang, the second son of the Hou family, came to the counter with a flash.
His lightness skill was as erratic as a ghost, and his temperament was as cold and intimidating as a ghost. He looked up at the fat shopkeeper, ignoring Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yi who had arrived earlier, and casually threw out ten taels of gold, saying in an imperative tone: "I want the room, prepare hot water."
After saying that, he was about to go upstairs.
"This……"
The fat boss looked at Hou Yang, then at Xiao Yi, with an embarrassed look on his face, and it was unclear whether he was really embarrassed or pretending to be embarrassed.
"Hey!"
Xiao Yi's face darkened and he was about to take action. This was too much!
"I come."
Zhao Wumian raised his hand to stop him and took a step forward. Xiao Yi was stunned for a moment. Didn't they say that disciples of big sects should not be provoked? Could it be that the corpse-driving Hou family was not on his list?
Xiao Yi quickly understood why.
Hua Qianshu's suppressed nature was exposed again. He looked at the corpse driver with narrowed eyes, and said unrulyly: "I never thought that I could be ignored by others. Mr. Hou, take another step if you dare."
His tone was flat, but everyone could hear the anger in his words.
"hehe."
Hou Yang sneered, turned around and looked at Zhao Wumian.
I want to see which blind idiot it is!
The thirty dead bodies outside stared over with their cloudy eyes at the same time, with murderous aura gathering, and it was terrifying and gloomy!
"..."
Everyone in the lobby had a strange look on their face.
"Who is this person? He really doesn't know his place."
"How dare you mess with the corpse-driving Hou family? Thirty corpses are like thirty bombs! Once you use the corpse explosion technique, the higher the level, the stronger the explosion power!"
"Hou Yang is already in the late third realm. If the corpse he controls explodes, blood will splatter everywhere, and the power is comparable to thunder. Isn't this courting death?"
"What happened to Hou Yang is secondary. He is the leader of the new generation of the Hou family. If he is here, the elders of the Hou family must be nearby! He is still young after all. Young Master Hou did not open a room for each of the dead bodies. Even if he gave in, once the quarrel started, I am afraid it will be difficult to resolve it peacefully."
"Ugh……"
Some people watched the show quietly, some gloated over the misfortune, and some secretly said it was a pity.
In Room 5, Block B, on the third floor, Little Sky Sword Pei Zuozhi heard the voice and became interested. "Let's go and take a look." He took the two maids to the railing and looked down with interest.
The guests in other rooms also felt the rising murderous aura in the lobby and walked out of their rooms.
The Northwest is barren and not very fun.
The few people who arrived early had been staying for several days and were too bored to sit still, so they naturally came to see something exciting.
There is a yellow-shirted chivalrous woman with a long whip hanging from her waist.
There is a down-and-out young man with a messy hair.
There is a young man in green shirt holding a flute.
There is a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown...
In full view.
Hou Yang looked at Zhao Wumian's face, raised his right foot calmly, and sneered: "I'm leaving now, what can you do——"
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden loud noise!
boom!
Hou Yang disappeared without a reason, and only Zhao Wumian with a cold expression was left in front of the counter, holding an umbrella in his hand!
Then, with a "puff", the sound of vomiting blood was heard behind everyone!
They looked back in shock, only to find that Hou Yang had crashed into the thick pillar in front of the palace gate several feet away at some point. There was a crisp cracking sound from his body, and the tremendous force broke all his ribs. He vomited blood and fell to the ground!
He was seriously injured with just one blow, so seriously that he had no luck.
The thirty dead bodies outside lost their inner energy support before they could rush over, and they all collapsed. Some fell on the street, and some fell on the sedan chairs. The street was a mess.
The whole place was dead silent!
Pei Zuozhi's face suddenly became solemn, and his arms around the maid suddenly tightened.
The other young men also frowned and were shocked.
Xiao Yi's expression also changed, because he clearly felt that Hua Qianshu was stronger than before! In the past, at least he could see his moves, but in the previous attack, he was so close that he couldn't see clearly how he took out the Yunya Umbrella, how he attacked, how he knocked Hou Yang away, and how he closed his moves.
In an instant, Hou Yang was ruined!
Hou Yang's face was full of disbelief. He sat down on the ground leaning against the pillar. He tried to get up several times, but fell down again due to the severe pain and weakness.
He stared at Zhao Wumian, blood spitting out of his mouth. It took him a long time to react. He said angrily, "This... cough cough... this is impossible... how could you..."
He was coughing up blood and shouting.
"With just this little ability, you dare to steal my things."
Zhao Wumian sneered. He was getting more and more used to this character. He spoke viciously without hesitation: "I advise you to stay in your little piece of land in Xiangxi. For the sake of the few Dharma images in your family, most people won't bother with you. If you run out and seek death, people will easily find out that you are a fool!"
"puff!"
Hou Yang's face turned red, he was so angry that he spit out blood.
The others all had strange looks on their faces. This kid had powerful subordinates and was also quite good at talking.
At this moment, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, and the faces of everyone in the inn changed drastically.
An old woman's voice came from afar, her voice was as hoarse as the friction of rotten wood, and it echoed in everyone's ears like an evil ghost: "Who said my young master is a straw bag? I tore his mouth!"
(End of this chapter)
