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Text Chapter 48: A Month of Precipitation

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    ? Yuhua Mountain, Huai'an Temple.

    It is rare for Pei Yuan to spend a peaceful time.

    Listen to the morning bell and evening drum every day, the monks sing scriptures, watch the setting sun slanting, and the smoke envelops the green hills.

    Occasionally find time to teach Lin Daiyu how to practice, and then compete with Gongsun Jiuniang.

    Although Gongsun Jiuniang is only 17 or 18 years old, her cultivation has reached the stage of opening the pulse, and she is among the first-class masters in the Jianghu. Her talent and aptitude are as high as that of the Baiyang Sect saint, Lianxin.

    Of course, Pei Yuan will not forget the purpose of coming here, which is to ask Zen Master Ku for advice on practice.

    And Chan Master Ku was even more dedicated than Pei Yuan expected. He knew everything about his doubts and talked endlessly. He even taught two exercises without reservation.

    ? "Fan Wu Bao Juan" and "Nine Chapters of Zhixuan".

    Although Zen Master Ku talked about these two exercises in a flat tone, as usual, there was no wave in the ancient well, like a three-legged cat handle that can be learned in any martial arts gym on the street, but Pei Yuan is not a person who does not know good and bad  , well aware of the weight of it.

    Both of these two exercises are directed at the state of exchanging blood. Once they are cultivated to great success, they can enter the ranks of the first-rank extreme.

    ?Any kind of exercise, even the leakage of fragments, is enough to arouse the covetousness of thousands of warriors in the rivers and lakes, and set off a bloody and bloody fight.

    Its value is like "Three Elements Guizhen Gong" before the change of heaven.

    Ku Chan Master did more than that. He not only taught the peerless martial arts, but also did it himself. He fought Pei Yuan several times, and helped him understand the mysteries of martial arts and improve his cultivation in actual combat.

    These few fights ended in a 'tie'.

    Pei Yuan knew very well that this was because Chan Master Ku was too merciful and did not do his best.

    Fortunately, the defeated person was 'Wang Yongnian', and Pei Yuan and Pei Donglai were still undefeated martial arts legends.

    Under such meticulous guidance, Pei Yuan's rapid progress moved Chan Master Ku, and he couldn't help but persuade him again, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

    Pei Yuan still answered as before.

    At that moment, Ku Chan Master Tai had a complicated expression and was unable to speak.

    Nearly a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

    Everything around is calm and peaceful.

    Pei Yuan would sometimes go down the mountain to walk around, but of course he changed his appearance.

    The court's arrest warrants for him have already been issued to all the counties in the Twenty-Four Prefectures. From time to time, Pei Yuan can hear some people from all walks of life talking about the person 'Wang Yongnian', either fearing or admiring him

    Naturally, it is inevitable that there are many quacks who want to use his head to ask for credit and reward from the imperial court in exchange for glory and wealth.

    Pei Yuan just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

    At most, it is to quietly catch a few people with bad reputations and use them as experiments.

    In short, his reputation as the "King of Yama" in the world is getting louder and louder.

    Pei Yuan felt that something was wrong, these days were too peaceful, both the Baiyang Sect and the court seemed to have disappeared.

    Lian Xin may be afraid of Zen Master Ku, but couldn't the court track him down?

    This is impossible.

    The Taoism of this world may not have the miraculous power of calling wind and rain, moving mountains and filling seas, but the application of some small techniques is indeed extraordinary.

    For example, tracing and tracing.

    Unless Pei Yuan changes his blood to become a great success, sheds his mortal blood, or uses more advanced Taoism to cover himself, can he avoid the imperial court finding him through blood connections.

    On this day, Chan Master Ku took Lin Daiyu down the mountain and went all the way to Yangzhou Mansion.

    Lin Daiyu still told the whole story of her father Lin Ruhai's serious illness, and asked Chan Master Ku to help him. After all, it was a master-student relationship. Chan Master Ku just pondered for a while and said, "You can try it."

    At the foot of Yuhua Mountain, there is a large piece of farmland, which can be regarded as the private property of Huai'an Temple.

    At this time, many farmers were working hard in the fields, sweating profusely, but a few people looked at the distant figures of Master Ku and Lin Daiyu, and looked at each other. One of the farmers pulled up his muddy feet from the paddy field.  Just run outside.

    ?Run all the way into the village and enter one of the houses.

    The farmer was actually literate, so he found a small piece of paper and pen and ink from somewhere, quickly wrote a few rows of small characters on it, rolled up the paper, and put it into a small bamboo tube.

    Another pigeon was taken out of the birdcage, bundled in a bundle of small bamboo tubes, and the pigeon flew into the sky while "thumping".

    The pigeon flew southeast for more than twenty miles and landed in a small farmyard.

    Whoosh!

    ?A slender and delicate palm moved towards the air, and the pigeon seemed to be driven by the torrent, and was suddenly caught in the palm of that hand.

    Lian Xin crushed the bamboo tube, opened the small note and glanced at it, her brows furrowed.

    "My lord saint, what message did the eyeliner you set send back?"

    Feng Xiaoxiao leaned against the door wall and looked over.

    "Heh! Suzaku, do you want to know? Then please beg me!" A sweet smile appeared on Lian Xin's face.

    After this period of recuperation, her injuries have healed, and she naturally let go of her fear of Feng Xiaoxiao.

    In Baiyang Sect, no matter her status or martial arts, she thinks she is one point better than Zhu Feng Xiaoxiao.

    However, Lian Xinyu raised her hand lightly and touched one of her shoulders. Although she still had a smile on her face, a chill appeared in her eyes.

    "Although Miss Lin has gone down the mountain, but with that old nun by her side, I have no way of doing anything. Could it be that I just gave up?"

    "How can it be?"

    Lian Xin still couldn't let go of her desire for 'spiritual inspiration'.

    Although with her knowledge, she has never heard of anyone from ancient times to the present who reached the first rank by virtue of inspiration and turned into a land fairy-like figure.

    But now she is the marrow washing guru.

    If there is a clever idea to start with, the chances of being promoted to the first rank will be greatly increased.

    "To deal with that old nun, I can't do it alone. I still have to find helpers. I can't find a first-grade master. They are too sensitive to inspiration. Let them do it. It may be just a bamboo basket to fetch water. I can't get anything.  no."

    Lian Xin glanced at Feng Xiaoxiao, and directly rejected it in her heart.

    "Feng Xiaoxiao This woman is too shrewd! And with her, she can't stop that old nun no matter how much time she does."

    "Perhaps, you can go to that guy 'Black Water'. That guy's Black Water Magic Art has cultivated an indestructible turtle and snake body, which is second only to the indestructible Vajra Body of Dacheng's blood exchange. His skin is so thick that even a first-grade  A top expert can also entangle a lot of time!"

    "Besides, 'Black Water' practice is eager for quick success and quick benefits, it hurts the gods, and the brain is not very good!"

    "The word 'Black Water' is in Weiqing Mansion!"

    Lian Xin narrowed her eyes slightly, and didn't bother to say hello to Feng Xiaoxiao, she flew out of the small courtyard with a flash of her figure

    Weiqing Mansion.

    In a remote corner in the west of the city, inside a mansion that looks a bit dilapidated.

    There are a large number of sticky deacons.

    And a group of warriors in blue and blue outfits with chilling faces.

    They joined forces to attack, unleashed all kinds of weapons, showed what they had learned, and fought with a group of people who rushed out of the mansion with a murderous look.

    In an instant, the sound of metal and iron clanging, the reverberation of vigor and crash, and the sound of wailing from the tragic fight became a mess.

    "Slay the traitor!"

    The sticky stick deacon roared, and the blue and blue warriors also had ferocious faces, hissing everywhere.

    These people belonged to another organization in the imperial court with the same name as the sticky pole, the Luowang Division.

    The Luowang Division is divided into five departments: blue, blue, yellow, white, and black, and they are all under the command of the emperor. The leader of each department is called the banner owner.

    This time it was Boyan, the owner of the blue banner, and Antai, the owner of the blue banner, who were dispatched this time.

    "A majestic prefecture city has rotted into such a state. Not only did the Baiyang Sect rebels develop and grow, but they also grandly settled down in the prefecture city. If word of this spreads, what will my face be?"

    Boyan's face was ugly and his voice was cold.

    An Tai also said ruthlessly: "The magistrate of Weiqing Prefecture has long been infiltrated by the Baiyang Sect, and has become a spy of the Baiyang Sect to insert into the court, hum! If he hadn't committed suicide quickly, I would have smashed his corpse into thousands of pieces.  Let go of the hatred in your heart."

    During the conversation, Boyan and Antai looked at the people on the other side!

    Impressively, it is Nalan Binbin, the head of the stick, Fuxiang, the guard of the stick, and Xiao Shunzi, the confidant eunuch next to the emperor.
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