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Text Chapter 325 Thousands of Poisons and Thousands of Bee Stings

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    On a trail in Jiangyin, a scholar was walking with a small basket on his back.  He was dressed in white clothes, which were already a little yellow at this time. At first glance, he looked like a scholar who was studying abroad.  Although today's world is dominated by monks, as learned people, these scholars can still be respected.

    The scholar is not very old, and his face is slightly blue, which makes him look a little sick.  He walked on the uninhabited path and said lightly: "I seem to be a little unclear about the secret of condensing swords into silk. Why don't you explain it to me again."

    "If ordinary people heard the scholar's words, they would definitely think that the little scholar had gone crazy. After all, there was not only no one next to the little scholar, but not even a ghost. Isn't this what he said to the air?

    "But if these words are heard by the monks, they will definitely be shocked. After all, the method of condensing swords into silk is a legendary method. Not to mention a scholar, even a Jindan Master may not be able to understand the mystery.

    But at this time, someone really spoke, and the voice stayed in the small box behind the scholar.  I heard someone inside say: "Fellow Daoist Fang wants to hear it, it's easy to talk to him, but if you keep going like this, you will get further and further away from us in the Western Jin Dynasty!"

    Shu, who was called Brother Fang Dao, smiled softly and said: "I must go to the Western Jin Dynasty, but not now. Grandma, I don't want to be driven out like a lost dog. Even if I have to leave, I will go with great fanfare."  Go."

    The voice in the box was silent for a while, and then began to talk about the method of condensing swords into silk. This man did not speak too fast, but if his words were heard by the monks in Wenjian Zhai, they might go crazy.

    Because what this person is talking about is exactly the Wanjian Jue, one of the five great sword techniques of Wenjianzhai.  The method of condensing swords into silk is only part of the Ten Thousand Swords Art.

    Pretending to be a scholar.  Of course it was Fang Ling who was placed in the book box by him and was talking to him.  It is Liu Zhongyu, the successor of Wenjianzhai whose golden elixir was destroyed.  At this time, Liu Zhongyu was very obedient to Fang Ling.  He couldn't accept it, after all, his life was still in Fang Ling's hands.

    After asking Liu Zhongyu a few more questions, Fang Ling began to think while walking.  Although he also knew a few sword techniques for operating flying swords, compared with the Ten Thousand Sword Techniques Liu Zhongyu just mentioned, Fang Ling felt that the sword techniques he knew were simply rubbish.

    Some mysteries that I usually don¡¯t understand, under Liu Zhongyu¡¯s explanation, I felt like I had a sudden enlightenment.  Liu Zhongyu has his reasons to be proud.  To be able to practice the Ten Thousand Sword Art at such a young age to the point where the sword can be used to produce hundreds of swords is not something that ordinary people can do.

    "Brother Fang Dao, with the current situation, the further away we are from the dangerous place, the better. Your series of methods have already made many people feel angry. I think we should enter the Western Jin Dynasty first!" Liu Zhongyu  He spoke to Fang Ling again.

    It¡¯s not that he and Fang Ling have a deep friendship, it¡¯s that his and Fang Ling¡¯s fates are connected.  Mainly because people from Shaking Tianmen discovered his soul and would never have a second choice.

    The closer someone is to death, the more afraid they are of death.  Liu Zhongyu is now very afraid of death.  So after Fang Ling agreed to find him a body to take over, he continuously taught Fang Ling the cultivation techniques of Wenjianzhai.

    Fang Ling just snorted lightly and did not speak.  He does not enter the Western Jin Dynasty now.  In addition to the fact that he couldn't bear this tone, there was another reason, that is, he was afraid that even if he entered the Western Jin Dynasty, he might not be able to live in peace.  What's more, the Western Jin Dynasty is Liu Zhongyu's territory, and he is not ready to go there before he has a clear understanding of the situation.

    There is another reason why he cannot tell Liu Zhongyu, and that is that he has already given up to those who are gearing up to hunt him down.  Prepared a big gift.

    Come on, I'm waiting for you.  If you chase me for the ancient treasure, you should pay the price!

    Just when Fang Ling's mind was racing with thoughts.  Hundreds of horses roared from a distance. Most of the knights on the horses were wearing black armor. The somewhat unique helmets made it impossible to see the true colors of these knights.

    "You poor man in front of you, hurry up and make way for me, or else the horse will trample you to death later, and your death will be in vain!" A rough voice roared from the horse.  The moment the sound landed, a black horse had already passed in front of Fang Ling.

    "If Fang Ling hadn't been able to hide quickly, he would have been trampled by the horse running by.  And the moment he dodged, he heard someone laughing and saying: "Lu Laosan, did you use too much strength on the girl, and you can't even ride a horse? Hehe,  You can¡¯t even step on a poor person, you¡¯re really not up to par!¡±

    As soon as these words came out, someone immediately continued: "I think Lu Laosan didn't use all his strength on the girl,"You just want to use some strength on this pretty boy, don¡¯t you, Lu Laosan?  "

    The man named Lu Laosan pulled the horse, glanced at Fang Ling and said: "I am not interested in a sick man. If any of you are interested, you can do it yourself.

    Just as they were talking, Fang Ling's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a figure flew from a distance, blocking the path of hundreds of knights in an instant.

    Seeing this figure, the faces of the knights became extremely ugly.  But there was a hint of amusement in Fang Ling's expression.

    Although Lu Laosan was very violent just now, when he saw the middle-aged man coming from the sky, fear showed in his eyes.  The scholar just now was like a bug in his eyes that he could rub at his will, but the senior monk in front of him was a big shot who could kill them at any time.

    He secretly cursed himself and others for their bad luck, but he quickly squeezed out a smile on his face and said: "Senior, we are the guards of Wanlian City. This time, we have been ordered by the city lord to pick up the young lady.  Cheng, if I have offended senior in any way, please forgive me."

    The middle-aged man smiled casually and said: "People from Wan Liancheng! Then let me ask you, who are you Wan Jinchan?"

    Smiles suddenly appeared on the faces of several monks who were galloping on horseback. Nalu Laosan breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully: "To answer your old man's question, the man you mentioned just now is our old man from Wanliancheng."  City Lord, since you have a relationship with our old City Lord"

    "How can an old guy like Wan Jinchan cooperate with me? Hand over that thing and I'll spare your life. You can go away." The middle-aged man's words were particularly arrogant, with his upward-looking eyes.  , full of pride.

    Hearing the words "that thing", the expressions of Lu Laosan and others changed. Most of them are warriors at the top of the sixth level of Qi training. In the mortal world, they can almost gallop around.  But facing the monks at this time, all of them lacked confidence.

    However, they would naturally not be happy if they were asked to hand over what they had worked so hard for.  After all, if you hand over these things casually, you will face cruel punishment from the Lord of Wanlian City.  After Nalu Laosan and a warrior next to him looked at each other, he chuckled and said, "Since senior is my friend, your instructions are the highest orders given to you."

    While speaking, a black object was thrown towards the middle-aged man.  The middle-aged man didn't show the slightest caution when facing the things thrown at him, as if the middle-aged monk didn't notice anything.

    This situation made Lu Laosan feel ecstatic.  He couldn't be clearer about what he just threw away. It was a Thousand Poisonous Bee Needle bought from Tiangong Sect for thousands of fairy stones. Not to mention ordinary monks, even great monks in the foundation building period. Faced with this  Planting things is also a place of death!

    When the black object approached the middle-aged monk's body, Lu Laosan was trembling with excitement.  He was waiting for that sudden explosion. He wanted to see this aloof monk fall into his own hands. No, he probably wanted to see the regretful appearance of this middle-aged monk after he was seriously injured!

    "It's a pity that the black Thousand Poisons and Thousand Bees Needle didn't explode at all.  Instead, it fell gently into the hands of the middle-aged monk.  Such a scene made Lu Laosan open his mouth to laugh, and suddenly he couldn't close it.

    How can it be!  He had used this Thousand Poisonous Bee Needle several times. The last time he used it, he had deceived a person who was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

    "Good guy, it's something produced by Tiangongmen. It's just like Wan Jinchan. It's not a good thing." The middle-aged monk picked up the black thing and glanced at it twice, with a hint of ridicule in his words.  : "If you only rely on this kind of thing, commit suicide now!"

    Listening to this man¡¯s words, the heads of Lu Laosan and others buzzed for a moment. One of them with a quick mind suddenly turned his horse¡¯s head and said: ¡°Run!¡±

    As soon as these two words were spoken, the man's horse ran away into the distance as if crazy.  At the same time, seven or eight people were rushing towards each other in all directions.  They were afraid that they would run too slowly and die in the hands of the middle-aged monk, but they did not expect that the middle-aged monk did not move at all.

    But just because they don¡¯t move doesn¡¯t mean that the monk will let them go.  The middle-aged monk smiled coldly and glanced at the running strong men with a hint of black light in his eyes. Several running monks, including men and horses, all fell to the ground silently.

    If there were any monks with a golden elixir or above here, they would definitely lament the middle-aged monk¡¯s powerful soul attack.  It's just that Lu Laosan and others don't understand what spiritual consciousness is at all, so they naturally don't understand soul attacks.

    "Zhenren Jindan, this is Zhenren Jindan!"A strong man fell to his knees on the ground with a plop and begged loudly: "This true man, please let me go. I have an old man above me and a young man below me, and you still expect me to support you"

    Hearing the words of Master Jindan, the last trace of courage to resist disappeared completely. Lu Laosan respectfully held out a brocade box and begged for mercy: "Master, we really don't know you."  As for your identity, please" (To be continued)

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