"Let's have a meal first." Qian Yiqun thought about it and entered Cuiluan Mountain.

As a Taoist favored by the Four Saints, Qian Yiqun has become accustomed to this unfair competition. He can make a meal in Cuiluan Mountain, then meditate and calm down, and carefully analyze the tricks that his opponent may use, and then come out to fight with the fox.

The opponent could only stand alone in the sunset, allowing the cold wind in the evening to blow across his face, and his heart was filled with doubts and anxiety: Why didn't the Taoist come yet?

You probably don't need to be polite, right?

Qian Yiqun left Cuiluan Mountain alone, walked a mile with a steady pace, and came to these ten grassland shamans. These shamans were scattered with great experience, with three people on each wing, leaving behind four people in the middle, like the main attackers of this battle.

They watched Qian Yiqun come over, omitted the part of verifying the body, chanted the witch songs on the grassland. Six shamans around began to dance praying to the gods.

The four shamans in the middle pulled the soul as fast as possible, and everything was exactly the same as what Zhong Xingyue said.

This ancient witchcraft has made no progress in two thousand years.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: This kind of witchcraft has a time limit, otherwise they wouldn't have to wait for me to come before preparing. Alas, how fragile it is at this time, you can take their lives with just one sword. Isn't it okay?

"I'll do it!" Qian Yiqun shouted loudly, pulled out a afterimage and rushed into the void.

When he appeared again, the Jieyin Sword had already flashed with a blue and blue light, stabbing towards the largest shaman.

The shaman let out a bear roar, and the kiss on his mouth had already emerged. He opened his heavy palm and slapped his stern joints.

At this time, the bloggers on the outside also changed their formations, dancing and witch songs, becoming heavier and slower.

Qian Yiqun gradually felt the influence of this ancient witchcraft on him. It was a net woven from the essence of the spiritual world, completely covering him, making his body no longer as happy as flowing water, and at the same time slowly immersed himself in his body, involving the spiritual world's swallowing and vomiting.

It is good idea to use mysterious techniques and physical techniques together.

Qian Yiqun used the Swallowing Thieves Yuqijie Hidden Sword, and had already used the Jumang Staff to lift the tree seeds into the ground, stimulating the heaven and earth wood qi in the Jumang Staff. The seeds grew at an extremely fast speed. In a blink of an eye, there was a row of small trees standing tall among the dancing wizards, splitting them apart.

The spiritual mesh that covered the body instantly broke.

Jie Yin Jian was not idle either. He turned his head and stabbed the shaman next to the bear spirit shaman with canine teeth. Before the shaman was finished, the black hair on his face only covered his forehead and his ears did not fully stretch out. When Qian Yiqun stabbed like this, he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood from the boss like a pierced balloon.

The Bear Spirit Shaman seemed to be the most powerful of the four. He completely completed the induction of the creatures into his body, and his body was raised by two or three, which looked only one or two points different from the big brown bear in the deep mountains and old forests.

Qian Yiqun was smart and had no ties with the shamans around him. He was floating under his feet and frequently struggling ghosts, which made the bear claw completely confused.

The ignorance of Xiong Ling Shaman was ignorant. He found an opportunity to sell the middle door and lure the Taoist to fight.

Qian Yiqun seemed to have no idea it was a plan, but he really deceived his body and raised his sword and stabbed it.

Xiong Lingsha's face showed a grim smile. He opened his arms and hugged him like wind and thunder. The power of his bear hug was amazing, and trees as thick as a foot would have to be cut off by him, let alone such a thin Taoist in front of him.

Qian Yiqun's mouth raised, feeling the strong wind rushing to the face, and the man had already passed through the embrace of death with a ghost step.

The Xiong Ling Shaman hugged her in a hurry and had already gained experience. He immediately turned around, swung his huge palm and slapped it down. After he became a bear, his vision decreased, so he didn't care whether he saw it or not before talking about it.

If we follow our previous experience, Qian Yiqun should indeed wait for him under the bear's paw.

However, how can kind-hearted people play by tricks?

His ghost step was passed through, but he was overwhelmed.

Xiong Ling turned around and sold his entire back to Qian Yiqun.

"Thunder comes!" Qian Yiqun called out the Xun bell with his left hand, and his spiritual aggregate became more vigorous and he became more sensitive to the five qi of heaven and earth.

The effect of this newly inspired bell is to enhance magic power. Even those with average qualifications can burst out with good attacks, not to mention Qian Yiqun, who is born with talent!

The thunder ball condensed with three times efficiency flashed with a blue electric arc, and the diagonal thorn hit the second shaman who completed the ritual. Judging from the sharp bone spurs on his body, he seemed to be attracting the spirit of the porcupine. Now, he has become a piece of coke.

"Explode!" Qian Yiqun's fingers of a stick, and the Jieyin sword had already stabbed into the back of Xiong Ling Shaman. Thirty phantom swords instantly merged, adding huge explosive power.

Even though the Xiong Ling Shaman was thick-skinned and rough, he was still furious and bloody.

The shamans on the periphery shouted, and the only spiritual shaman standing in the field showed a hint of panic in his eyes. He didn't know whether to attack this Taoist priest or to help other shamans pull out the tree that was in trouble.

On the battlefield, Qian Yiqun had no time to hesitate to get distracted. Qian Yiqun had already rushed to him, rushing up against the wind, and stepped heavily on the shaman's face that looked quite like a mouse.

The soles of his feet were stomping on this familiar face and exerted force. Qian Yiqun churned in the air while his bones were shattered and landed behind the shaman interceptor circle. He released the big horned deer, and he leisurely blessed the ground shrinking technique, turned over and didn't even turn his head back.

The surviving shamans gathered in front of the corpse of the spirit-inspiring shaman, with tears of regret in their eyes and singing the songs that led the dead to the heaven of immortality.

Suddenly, they found that the Bear Spirit Shaman, whose entire back was wiped out, moved and exclaimed, and took out the wound medicine one after another. While dancing a blessing dance, they stopped bleeding and healed his wounds.

...

"These shamans look the same as you said two thousand years ago." Qian Yiqun sighed to Zhongxingyue.

"The grassland people seem to be aggressive, but in fact they are more timid and conservative, and cannot accept new things." Zhong Xingyue said, "Do you know how long it took them to learn to drink tea?"

"Hahaha," Qian Yiqun's laughter did not have any joy. "Fortunately, our mysterious arts have been improving... But why do I feel that the development trend is like a parabola? After the Tang and Song dynasties, the mysterious arts gradually declined."

"This is inevitable," Zhong Xingyue said, "The mysterious technique is not only available in Taoism. The Mohist, military genius, genius, and Yin-Yang genius also have extremely high attainments in the field of mysterious technique. Because the severance of these Dharma veins cannot grow alone by Taoist genius alone."

Qian Yiqun said a long time ago. This is like a forest ecosystem. For those who don’t understand, forests are trees. However, if there are no other herbs and vines, forests with trees will quickly shrink and even die.

The great way is simple, and the simplest thing is the fundamental. After the stage of three births and all things, the more relevant all things are, the faster they die.

"Especially Confucianism denounces mysterious arts." Zhong Xingyue added.

Dong Zhongshu made a comment on Emperor Wu of Han that year: "Only respect Confucianism and abolish all schools of thought." As a result, Confucianism was the first to disappear, and even the Confucianism and Law passed down from Confucius and Mencius were intermittent and could not be promoted.

Because Confucianism cut off its own mysterious art system, it became increasingly rejected the mysterious arts of other schools, and used "Zi Wushu: Strange powers and chaos in the gods" as a shield to completely turn to the scholar class who did not know the mysterious arts.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: There has been no verification on whether the Chinese technological civilization declined due to the Confucian relationship, but the decline of this spiritual civilization is definitely a matter of Confucian scholars.

He thought of Bai Feng again. Although this Confucian scholar used Confucian swordsmanship and also had the essence of spiritual energy, he was still quite far from the real mysterious art. As for his senior brother, he was completely verbally whispered, and even Lingyun was not awakened.

However, Confucianism and the Taicang Wang family in Zuihua Temple have not completely extinct.

Qian Yiqun remembered his first boss in his first job again, and didn’t know what Chen Jinshi is now.

...

The old deer just ran wildly.

Exercise can make people happy and also make animals excited. The big-horned deer walked so slowly all day long when she followed Chen Meigong. Now she can spread her hooves and run wildly, making her feel happier. In addition, the heavenly and earth treasures it eats in Cuiluan Mountain are enough to give it the strength to surpass the thousand-mile horse.

However, when it realized that there was danger ahead and was about to stop, it was a little hard.

On this semi-desolate official road, a slender figure stood on the back of his hands. Under the sunset close to the horizon, his shadow stretched very long, pointing to the east, and his body was filled with a lonely and cold atmosphere.

Qian Yiqun said loudly: "Master Huang, aren't you afraid of my sneak attack if you turn your back to me?"

The Taoist slowly turned around, and it was indeed Huang Yuanba. He looked solemn: "A kind man, he was born with the same roots, why are he too anxious to fight each other?"

Qian Yiqun turned over and took two steps forward: "Although this is all eaten by the ancestor's meal, how can I compare to Master Huang, I have already eaten the delicacies from Liaodong."

"Hahaha," Huang Yuanba raised his head and smiled, "Sure enough, there is no way to make a false statement in front of the real person. Let's just say it. Since I am standing here, I have received 10,000 taels of silver from Dorgon of the Jin Dynasty."

"Is I only worth ten thousand taels?" Qian Yiqun raised his eyebrows.

"No, no," Huang Yuanba shook his head and smiled, "As long as you can hold you for five days, this ten thousand taels will be mine. If you can hold you for ten days, it will be fifty thousand taels. If you can take off your good-hearted head, it will be ten thousand taels!" After saying in one breath, Huang Yuanba sighed lonelyly: "I guess I can't take your head."

"Don't be so disappointed." Qian Yiqun smiled, "So, do you want to get 10,000 taels? Or 50,000 taels?"
Chapter completed!