ninety thousand miles

Chapter 375 Dao Heart
"Wen Guying? Why are you here?" The man wearing a bamboo hat stood up and asked in a deep voice.

Wen Guying said: "Since you can be here, why can't I? Right, Elder Xiao Hongxiao?"

"I don't want to fight with the people from the Four Gods Palace. You can leave now." Xiao Hong said.

"I don't want to fight with the seniors of Xuanyue Sect. It's better for you to leave. Prince Su can't leave the capital." Wen Guying refused to give in at all.

"Then I will go to Beijing." Xiao Hong said.

"You don't dare." Wen Guying said.

"You can try." Xiao Hong said.

Wen Guying dusted himself off and said, "Then I'll give it a try."

Xiao Hong did not move. He said, "You didn't go to snatch the treasure?"

"You have worked so hard to provide me with opportunities, how can I not take it?" Wen Guying looked Xiao Hong up and down and said, "I was born too late and have never seen Elder Xiao's past style with my own eyes, but I also I have heard many rumors about you. The senior who once dared to guard the mountain gate alone has now become a lackey of a mortal prince and cannot even enter the capital. What happened in the middle? "

After the two people's spiritual thoughts intersected for more than a hundred times, the wind began to become fierce, and everything appeared in the wind, strangled towards Wen Guying. Wen Guying waved his whisk and was so calm that he blocked them one by one.

"You are already seriously injured, why bother getting involved in this muddy water." Xiao Hong said.

magic weapon.

The dust bundles on the whisk swayed gently in the breeze. In an instant, Xiao Hong's figure was hidden in the gusts of wind. The ginkgo leaves fell to the ground in the wind, falling like gold.

"Is it just because the ascension failed?" Wen Guying asked.

When he first sensed the birth of the treasure, he vaguely felt something was wrong, and Gong Wuguang also advised him to do more rather than do less. As a direct disciple of the old palace master of the Four Gods Palace, he has not been short of resources, and as a monk who has returned to the path, he has not been afraid of anything.

After his ascension failed, his cultivation fell to such a level that even Luo Xueli's dream technique couldn't be broken, and he was even put in a loop around his neck and dragged to the ground. If his recollection of his past has reached this point, it would be better for him to die.

It's just... I always feel like something is missing.

Wen Gu should know that he only had one chance to take action with all his strength.

So he went.

"This is my path." Wen Guying said.

The bamboo hat covered his facial features, so Wen Guying couldn't see his expression, but he sensed that he didn't want to do anything.

All things were united in the sound of the bell. At some point, the ginkgo leaves on the ground formed a formation, trapping Wen Guying in it. The leaves sprang up and became entangled in the fly whisk.

The faint sound of bells echoed in the wind.

"Then I'll give it a try." Wen Guying repeated.

Wen Guying judged Xiao Hong's strength. He was above him in cultivation, and his spells were also very exquisite and perfect.

Xiao Hong was silent.

After saying that, Wen Guying heard the soft and erratic sound of the wind, and he finally confirmed that he was indeed the wind-controlling monk from Heyuan Town.

Wen Gu applied force, and his body rose into the air like a bird. The thin threads of the fly whisk scattered in all directions, flashing in all directions with light as sharp as a needle tip.

"It's just? Mr. Wen, you haven't even touched the threshold of ascension. What qualifications do you have to judge me?" Xiao Hong said: "I am no longer the elder Xiao of the Xuanyue Sect. I am just a struggling cultivator. But if you want to stop me and Wen Guying, it’s not enough for you.”

Then, a pitch black sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. He stared at everything closing in on him and stabbed the void with his sword without hesitation. The sword light flashed, and where the sword tip pointed, powerful power surged, as if the world was created. Everything has changed due to this.

The sword energy passed through everything, slashing and spinning in mid-air. Xiao Hong, who had been hiding in the wind, revealed his figure again, and was then pierced by the black sword.

"You have no Taoist mind." Wen Guying said. Xiao Hong knelt on the ground. He held the hilt of the black sword and slowly pulled out the blade, but not a drop of blood flowed out. He said: "It's great that Yang Jiu has a disciple like you."

The wind dispersed.

Wen Guying stretched out his hand to catch the fly whisk and said, "I think so too."

"If you win today, I will leave." Xiao Hong said.

"Have a good trip, Elder Xiao." Wen Guying said.

Xiao Hong nodded, stood up, threw the black sword to Wen Guying and said, "This sword is a bit lacking."

"It can be used." Wen Guying said.

"See you later." Xiao Hong said, turned around and walked forward. After walking a few steps, he stopped again.

Wen Guying heard him ask: "What would you do if you found out that the path you have followed for thousands of years is wrong?"

"Go on." Wen Guying said.

Xiao Hong nodded and continued walking forward, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.

Wen Guying stood for a while, and when his spiritual thoughts failed to inform Xiao Hong, he fell to the ground. He took out a pot of wine and a wine glass. After filling the bottle with wine and taking a sip, his face suddenly turned pale, and it took a long time for him to recover.

He put down the wine glass, crossed his hands behind his head, then lay down and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"This time I have to follow Brother Li's example and lie down for a few days." He said looking at the night sky with a smile on his lips. His body slowly sank down and sank into the soil.

A few ginkgo leaves fell on the spot where he lay before.

……

The carriage drove quickly from the East City to the location of the old palace.

Li Chuan opened the curtains, and the streets on both sides were blurred in the night.

"Your Majesty will definitely convict Prince Su this time, right?" Gong Er said.

"Maybe." Luo Xueli said.

"Senior Brother Luo, are you pretending to be in seclusion on purpose?" Gong Er asked.

"That's not true," Luo Xueli replied: "And they even sent that old turtle to stare at me in my retreat."

"Did Lao Gui find out that you were out of seclusion?" Gong Er asked.

Luo Xueli touched her chin and said, "Maybe he is still dreaming now."

Gong Er thought about it in his mind and said, "Prince Su has made many arrangements to escape from the capital."

Li Chuan put down the curtain, turned around and said, "I don't know if Director Wen got the treasure."

"It's not clear yet. I heard that many sects have lost their lives, and several monks who have been in seclusion for a long time have been released from seclusion because of this." Luo Xueli looked at the pot on the ground, with the moonlight rippling in the pot. Said: "I feel that the thing in the pot has a kind of spirituality. Maybe we can find some records about this item in the Four Heavens Mystery. After Daochang Wen returns to Beijing, let's ask him and make plans."

"Okay." Li Chuan responded casually.

Luo Xueli stared at the broken pot for a while and said, "There should be someone to pick up Prince Su outside the capital. Once they are sent to the old prince's palace, I will go outside the city to search."

(End of this chapter)