You can see from afar by climbing high.
The faint moonlight smoothed the hustle and bustle of Deyang Prefecture during the day, and the night sky was everywhere, covering the world, and covering the hungry people inside and outside the city.
At the top of the Chunfeng Tower, which is as high as nine floors and ten feet away, Yang Yu sat cross-legged, with a jar of fine wine and a few plates of side dishes in front of him.
While eating and drinking, I also look out into the south of the city from afar.
His eyesight is far beyond that of the eagle and falcon. Within a thousand feet, he can see through everything he sees. Even the ciliates of mosquitoes, which are clearly visible to both male and female.
Naturally, I could also see the seven altars built in the mansion, and the old monk Yuanjue who was waiting for the battle outside the altar.
The thin mist above the altar that could cover his eyesight was sufficient to show that these altars had been used, but he did not feel any danger.
For more than ten days, most of the night, Yang Yu sat here quietly, observing the mansion in the south of the city, and waiting for Nie Wendong's attack.
Even now he is afraid of Taoist art, but Taoist art has great power and great flaws.
The fog, or the place where Taoist art works, is limited.
After his mind and eyes were achieved, he became more and more sensitive to external perception. If Taoism was used on him, or if he was covering his place, he would definitely sense it.
However, he didn't feel anything strange at this time.
Unlike his previous experience, the fog only enveloped the seven altars and did not vent at all, as if it was just to cover the sight of outsiders.
"What is he doing?"
Yu Yang pinched the wine glass and shook it, a little surprised.
As Xu Wenji expected, in less than half a month, Nie Wendong had already set up an altar, and even went to the altar to prepare for the use of Taoist magic.
However, the thin mist always enveloped the seven altars, neither increasing nor decreasing, which shows that his Taoist skills were not released, but were limited to the scope of the altar.
This is very strange.
"Actually mysterious?"
Yang Yu frowned, his heart moved, and the living dead man ambushed in the dark night had risen with the wind. The rabbit rose and falcons went up to the high platform, shooting a black iron arrow from the other direction!
boom!
Sound waves burst.
After resting for half a month, the living dead had recovered their vitality. The arrow shot out like a thunderbolt night explosion, penetrated into the mansion in the south of the city and shot directly to the altar.
With Yang Yu’s control over the environment, no matter where he is, the arrows will never fail, and the angle of choice must be the best and most accurate.
The arrow shot out just avoided the protection place of the four guards of Fengyun, Longhu, and Tiger. In a flash, it had already arrived before the altar.
However……
"Amitabha."
The Buddha's chant came at the same time. Just as the arrow was about to pour into the altar, a golden palm suddenly appeared and blocked the arrow's bursting.
This palm was shining with golden light, which was extremely eye-catching in the night. It was as full as the moon, and every finger was as round and shiny as ivory.
puff!
No movement of the palm was seen, and the black iron arrows that could penetrate the iron armor, seemed to have suffered a huge shock, and in an instant, turned into ashes.
The monk's robe rolled up and fell down.
Yuanjue stood before the altar, his tall figure as unshakable as a copper wall. He looked around the night, and his eyes seemed to be blessed by golden light in his deep eyes.
It seems to be able to see things in the darkness.
He saw a man in black robe standing on the high building in the west, holding a large bow in his hand, carrying many arrows on his back, like a peacock with a screen open.
On the north of the spring breeze tower, there are red clothes like fire, dancing with the wind, like a flying dragon, with heavy and powerful momentum. Although they are holding wine glasses, they seem to be ready to kill people at any time.
"Vajra Indestructible Body."
After drinking all the wine in the glass, Yang Yu looked fearful.
This is suspected to be the old monk sent by the person behind Nie Wendong. He has extremely strong martial arts skills, and what makes him more afraid of is his almost unbreakable golden body.
The indestructible body of the Langke Temple completely abandoned the means of defeating the enemy, but also created a terrifying physical defense!
It is almost indestructible among the same level.
It would be fine if it was just like this, but what was even more terrifying was its countershock power. Yu Wanghai had a full blow and almost shocked him to death on the spot.
This martial arts has great restraint on fists and palms, especially when you are overwhelmed by yourself. If you don’t have space for mustard seeds, you will suffer a great loss when you fight.
This old monk is not good at killing and cannot kill him, but it is also extremely difficult for him to kill him, and the golden body is difficult to break.
If Nie Wendong suddenly attacked him, with the power of Taoism that only his seven altars could bear, even Yang Yu was not sure that he could resist it at this time.
"It is not a good thing to provoke such a young genius..."
A strange color surged in Yuanjue's eyes.
Even if he can't see who is standing on the roof of the spring breeze tower, he can guess.
The talent of this Yang Qianhu is among the top even in Daocheng. He can fight with him without a year or less than a twentieth year.
He really couldn't imagine how his man achieved decades later.
Not to mention that the illusory Martial Saint is at least likely to become a master or even a great master. If someone is willing to support him and find a suitable Taoist fruit, he may not be able to hit the door of the Martial Saint.
Even if he offended such a person, he felt a little like a ray of light on his back, but Nie Wendong was a little calm and abnormal.
He thought to himself that if he had such an enemy and Taoist arts, even if he had the consequences of completely jealous of Xu Wenji, he would have to kill him before he could succeed.
only……
call!
Suddenly, the mist that enveloped the seven altars dissipated.
Nie Wendong, wearing casual clothes, appeared in his hand holding a strange statue of god.
"That statue?"
Naturally, Yang Yu's eyesight is excellent. Although the statue of the god is small, it can be seen clearly.
He seemed to cry and laugh, like a man and a woman, and at first glance he felt strange. When he looked carefully, he felt more and more strange. He wanted to drive his mind, but suddenly felt frightened.
Click!
Suddenly, Yang Yu's eyes condensed.
Just as he looked at the statue of God, the statue of God twisted its head like a living creature, and a faint light seemed to flash on its face that seemed to be crying and laughing.
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Yang Yu's heart was slightly shocked and he smelled a strong strange thing. The distance was too far, and the Gluttony Cauldron did not respond, but he was almost certain.
The statue of the god is a strange thing Nie Wendong is in his body, and it is more likely that it is the source of his Taoist technique, a divine seed bred by a magical power.
But the appearance of this statue of God, how...
"Did that statue of God be born from the heart, or..."
Yu Yang was a little moved.
On the altar, Nie Wendong seemed to be in a good mood. He took out a silk scarf and wiped his palms without any filth, looked around the night, and seemed to look at the place where Chunfeng Tower was.
Looking at each other from afar, we all saw the unconcealed murderous intent in each other's eyes.
...
...
In the next few days, Yang Yu was busy refining the mysterious stones during the day, swallowing elixirs and practicing qigong, reviewing files, providing relief to the victims, and interrogating Yu Wanghai's party members who were arrested by the Six Gates.
At night, sit quietly on the spring breeze building, or grind the knife technique by gluttonous eating.
Study the Qinglong Nine Killings carefully.
Any excellent martial arts is not easy to be aware of. Even if Yang Yu himself has a profound attainment in swordsmanship, he will not be able to practice it to a profound level in a short period of time.
This Qinglong Nine Killing seems to have only nine killing moves, but in fact each move contains a complete set of sword moves. Only by cultivating all these nine sets of sword techniques to the greatest success can you get started and master the killing moves.
On this day, Yang Yu was practicing martial arts, and someone hurriedly came to report that he wanted to go to the government office.
In the past month, the Deyang Government Office, which was suspended due to the complete cleaning, has resumed its operations. Even under such high pressure, there is no shortage of scholars who want to become officials.
When he heard that Xu Wenji had purged the Deyang officialdom, scholars from nearby prefectures and counties flocked to him, and he didn't care about the ongoing drought in Deyang Prefecture.
For this reason, a large number of people almost died on the way, but were rescued by the Jinyiwei.
"Master Yang!"
When he saw Yang Yu, the new official secretary came over a few days ago, with neat clothes and hats, and no more than a few days ago crying like a hungry man.
"How do you feel when Lord Kong took office for a few days?"
Yu Yang glanced at the man.
Kong Sheng was originally a failed scholar, but he had a very good vision. After Xu Wenji came to Qingzhou, he was the first to choose to rely on him. Although he had limited talent and knowledge, he was still the Minister of the Mansion.
Many people are sour openly and secretly.
Yang Yu understood that being an official is different from practicing martial arts. It not only looks at talent and literature, otherwise Liu Wenpeng would not have been a county magistrate.
"Master Yang, don't make fun of me."
Kong Sheng nodded and bowed. He didn't dare to show off his skills in front of this person. Without mentioning his martial arts, his status in the eyes of Mr. Xu alone was a hundred times that of himself.
"Go and do your business."
Yang Yu responded casually, and after taking a few steps, he saw Qiu Zhanyu, who looked extremely ugly.
"You're here."
Qiu Zhanyu breathed a sigh of relief, and Yang Yu's brows frowned, and he smelled the strong smell of blood.
Since January, people have bleed every day in the government office. The smell of blood is not very rare, but this bloody smell is different. It has a strong smell but not fishy, ​​but it has a strong strange fragrance.
This is a sign of success in blood exchange. This success refers to the fourth level of foundation building, which has more than twelve blood exchanges!
"Who is it?"
Yu Yang accelerated his pace, and Qiu Zhanyu fell one step behind, but he naturally didn't care about this, and he spit out a name with a serious face:
"Longyuanwei, Wang Jingqi."
"who?!"
Now, Yang Yu was a little moved.
Within twenty days of separation, how could he forget that master who was not inferior to his swordsmanship and martial arts?
call!
He took a little step and entered the backyard like a ghost. With just one glance, he saw Wang Jingqi lying on the bed with a purple-black face.
This master of Longyuan Guard was now full of purple and black face, and his aura was as strong as a wandering spring. His originally strong blood was like a candlelight in the wind, and his aura was...
"The entire Longyuan Guard was wiped out?"
Yu Yang was shocked and suspicious.
"Not only Longyuan Guard, but also many Wulin Sects attracted by the Demonic News were all destroyed. Only Wang Jingqi forced himself to escape back to Deyang Mansion."
Xu Wenji breathed a sigh of relief, and he could not hide his solemnity on his face:
Chapter completed!