I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 733: Finding loopholes, the sixteenth ancestor

Wen Yan staggered to the gate of the old Taoist's residence. He grinned so hard that his mouth almost reached his ears.

The old Taoist priest was performing a style of boxing that Wen Yan didn't recognize in the yard. His movements were very slow, but each one was very steady.

He saw Wen Yan but ignored him and continued practicing his boxing to activate his muscles, bones, and blood. He just turned around and took another look. The old master's heart skipped a beat and he felt something strange yet familiar.

Before Wen Yan did anything, the gray cloth wrapped around his arm flew out first and broke off a small branch from the tree next to him.

One end of the gray cloth took the shape of a human fist, holding the small branch, and began to dance like a human.

After just a few seconds, the old Taoist's expression changed a little.

At first glance, it seems to be a basic boxing technique that disciples of Tianshi Mansion would learn, but this is the corresponding advanced sword technique.

Many boxing styles have corresponding weapons. Some weapons are quite dangerous, so it is impossible to practice with weapons right away. Therefore, the training method is generally to practice boxing first and then weapons.

But later on it became boxing to lay the foundation, but people who practice Taoism seldom spend a lot of time concentrating on practicing the later weapon training and combat methods. They just want to know it and be able to use it.

However, the sword technique of Gray Cloth is obviously somewhat different from that of the Tianshi Mansion, and some key details are even more different.

This was definitely not taught in the Tianshi Temple, and Huibu couldn't have seen such swordsmanship in the Tianshi Temple.

Moreover, the way the gray cloth is played with is obviously not just for show, but has a very obvious charm.

The old Taoist priest simply ignored the possibility that Huibu could dance with the sword by himself. It was impossible for Huibu to learn such charm. He looked directly at Wen Yan.

"Where did you learn that?"

Then he discovered that Wen Yan was also staring at the gray cloth floating there, holding a branch and dancing gracefully.

Wen Yan's eyes widened, as if the door to a new world had been opened.

My goodness, he was still far from learning this level, but unexpectedly, when Huibu was dancing with the sword, he had already clearly understood the true meaning.

He immediately thought of the sword-shaped relief on the gray cloth stone gate. The original shape of the sword was the Tianshi magic sword of Gray Cloth's friend, the old Tianshi, which belonged to the Tianshi Mansion.

Therefore, Zhang Mingcheng directly engraved what he had researched on the sword-shaped relief.

However, the sword-shaped relief was not the real Heavenly Master's magic sword, but was actually just a part of the gray cloth relief.

The gray cloth relief is also the gray cloth projection, which is closely connected.

Logically speaking, the connection between the gray cloth and the gray cloth relief should be much closer than the connection between Wen Yan and the gray cloth.

The result is equivalent to Zhang Mingcheng directly blessing the gray cloth.

This guy is now equivalent to being born with those skills, but Huibu only has the skills but does not have the conditions to display them, so he can only wield the sword.

Wen Yan stared with eyes that turned blue with envy.

This initiation saves at least ten years, no, more than twenty years of study and hard practice.

If you don't have enough talent and foundation, you may not be able to reach this level even after twenty years.

If you take it as the foundation, it will naturally not work.

Wen Yan himself regarded what Zhang Mingcheng taught as additional tactics, or additional lessons from other places, for teaching purposes.

For something like this that doesn't have a particularly big impact on your foundation, it's natural that you should learn it as quickly as possible.

On the contrary, if it was the Fiery Sun Fist, Wen Yan would only dare to practice hard and honestly, because this was his foundation and was closely related to the core practice. Every bit of progress and understanding in the process was crucial.

Wen Yan looked at the gray cloth dancing happily, and he couldn't help but beam with joy.

Now that he has learned how to use gray cloth, doesn't that mean he can borrow gray cloth and use it directly later?

It doesn't matter if the effect is not that good. He didn't intend to master this area to the same level as Zhang Mingcheng. It's enough for him to understand something and use it well.

The old Taoist priest had a sharp sense, he just took a glance at Wen Yan's expression.

He immediately realized that even if Wen Yan had an excellent talent for martial arts, it would be impossible for him to learn it so quickly and improve to the point where he could understand the true meaning of it.

"What's going on? Where have you been again?"

“While tracking down the evil spirit, I accidentally ran into Taoist Zhang from the Tianshi Mansion, the Taoist who was not a Tianshi but could ascend to heaven.

He was an old acquaintance of my sister, so he asked me to do some things for him and taught me some things at the same time.

By the way, he asked me to take some time to go to the Tianshi Temple, call him by his Dharma name, and let me also get a Dharma name.

Oh, he also asked me to tell the contemporary Heavenly Master."

When the old Taoist priest heard this, he understood the meaning and felt a little overwhelmed.

Not all people in the Tianshi Temple have the surname Zhang. Even the Tianshi may not have the surname Zhang from the beginning. It is normal to change the surname to Zhang after succeeding the position of Tianshi.

This means that the Tianshi Mansion is quite flexible in many of its rules, and there are relevant flexible rules.

For example, it is okay to accept disciples, or it is okay to accept disciples on behalf of the master. It all depends on the situation at the time.

But you cannot accept disciples on behalf of your master and accept an uncle-master for yourself.

In other words, the premise for doing whatever you do is that you cannot accept a disciple who is of a higher seniority than the oldest person still alive.

The highest level is just the person with the highest seniority who is still alive, and they are of the same generation.

There was a patriarch who accepted disciples in his old dreams. This had never happened before.

Even if it happens, it can actually be ignored, because it is equivalent to you accidentally receiving a gift from your predecessors, which is the same as falling into a cave and picking up a secret book.

But this ancestor was also different. Not only did he possess a trace of the power of the Snake Mother, he also had a record of turning fake things into real things, and finally he ascended to heaven.

For this ancestor, it certainly cannot be regarded as an "advanced secret book that can move and talk" or as a "holographic teaching humanoid simulation AI".

The ancestor could make Wen Yan do this, at least one prerequisite is that the ancestor woke up from his old dream and knew clearly what he was doing.

Even if he is a contemporary heavenly master, can he say no?
Well, he can make the decision.

But the person opposite is Wen Yan.

The old Heavenly Master was in a rare dilemma and let Wen Yan get a Dharma name from the Heavenly Master's Mansion and become a disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion. The price was that he had a terrifying ancestor of a high generation above him.

If you say no directly, you will offend the ancestor. There is a slight possibility that the ancestor will jump out and curse you in public during the next ancestor worship ceremony.

When the old Taoist priest was extremely conflicted, he saw Wen Yan, who was laughing so hard that his back teeth were visible, as if he had eaten pigeon fart.

The old Taoist understood immediately. Wen Yan, that idiot, was waiting eagerly for him to say no.

The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly and became serious. There was a faint white mist coming out of his head and a divine light flashed in his eyes.

After a few seconds, the old Taoist exhaled and spoke slowly.

"Did the ancestor accept you as his disciple?"

"That's not the case. Brother Zhang asked me to call him brother, but he said that if I didn't, it would be too much of a generation difference."

"..."

The CPU of Lao Tianshi is a bit burnt out.

He actually thought that it was not a good idea to gossip about his own ancestor behind his back, but he must have been overthinking it.

Now it seems that he thought less!

That ancestor was just as he thought, even better than he thought!

He closed his eyes and thought for a while. "Is that so? Then let's do as the Grandmaster says. Next time, you go to the Tianshi Mansion, get a Dharma name, and be considered a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion.

You have a private relationship with the master, so I cannot interfere.

But since you haven't found a disciple, then you don't need to find one, and no one can accept you as one.

Your seniority is difficult to arrange, so it’s better to calculate it separately.

Personal relationships are personal relationships, and seniority is seniority.

Why don't you stay with me forever?"

The old master finally found the loophole. After he finished speaking, he stared at Wen Yan, waiting for his answer.

Wen Yan silently calculated in his heart that the generations were a bit confusing.

Seeing the old Taoist staring at him, he decided to stop playing.

"Old Master, you are too kind. I am not worthy of being your junior apprentice. Is this reasonable?
It’s better to lower it a little bit, at least one generation lower.

How about this?"

If he is of the same generation as the old Heavenly Master, then after returning to Fuyu Mountain, wouldn't it be that he calls Fourth Great Uncle and Fourth Great Uncle calls him Junior Brother Wen?

The old Taoist priest is now staring with his eyes wide open, and there is also the things that the old Taoist priest has done recently.

Wen Yan had every reason to suspect that when the old Taoist priest contacted his fourth uncle and the others, he dared to directly call him "Junior Brother Wen". Wasn't that just trying to please him?

Wen Yan took the initiative to give in, and the old Taoist priest secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If it is not decided in advance, when Wen Yan goes to the Tianshi Mansion later, he might get a Dharma name that is 20 or 30 generations higher...

Just thinking about it makes my head feel big.

"We'll talk about this when we go to the Tianshi Mansion. First, tell me what happened before, how you met the master, and whether the master has any instructions for you."

Wen Yan told the story again and the old Taoist priest nodded.

“The Grandmaster is an expert in this field, and there should be no problem with his judgment on this matter.

How you proceed afterwards is up to you.

Also, is your fake god really okay?"

"There shouldn't be any problem, right?" Wen Yan himself was a little unsure.

If what Zhang Mingcheng said is true, then it is basically impossible to expect the false god to catch someone in the old dream and then kill or capture him.

It's okay to let the false god do whatever he wants. It's fine if he can't be killed. It will just encourage the arrogance of the evil spirit.

But in the real world, how to catch or kill that guy is a problem.

If it can only be done in this world, Wen Yan has some ideas.

As for how to lure it over, that depends on how the false god performs.

He had to go see Lu Xingwei first. If things really got worse, he would bring Lu Xingwei over. He couldn't let him die anyway.

……

So in the dream, the false god shuttled through the fog and chased after me relentlessly.

He had just entered an old dream. It was a battlefield, and evil spirits had merged into the battlefield. Who would have thought that the false god was so unscrupulous that it directly rode on the head of the besieged big demon on the battlefield, causing a large number of dead souls to fight.

There is a lot of evil spirit in the air, and if we can't identify which evil spirit it is, then we'll just have to deal with it all.

In one breath, the entire old dream was turned upside down and was about to be restarted. The evil spirit ran away and the false god continued to chase it.

Wen Yan was right. The fake god was causing trouble here. Whether he could be caught or not was another matter. At least he could make the evil spirit unable to do anything.

We may not have the ability to accomplish things, but we have too many abilities to do bad things.

The evil spirit was furious, shuttling between the old dream and the present world. The false god turned into a black shadow, chasing it for a long time, but still holding on tightly.

At this moment, the evil spirit appeared again and fell into an old dream.

As soon as I appeared, I realized that the Yang energy in this dream was extremely strong. Even in the darkness, the Yang energy was still as strong as the scorching sun.

The moment the black shadow appeared, it retracted its dozen or so arrogant arms and turned into a normal human-shaped black shadow.

The black shadow immediately understood that this was because he had been in the old dream for too long and was beginning to be exposed to an increasingly powerful old dream.

Such a huge amount of Yang energy is most likely the Thirteenth Ancestor of Buyeo, who is fighting against something, and it is a life-and-death battle, which had a significant impact on the time.

The black shadow looked around but saw no trace of the evil spirit.

He ran directly in the direction where the yang energy was blooming.

After running for more than twenty miles, I finally saw a thin Taoist standing alone on the top of a stone peak in the distance. The yang energy on his body was like a wave, spreading in all directions, one after another.

Under the shining light, the black shadow was like a black spot on white cloth, extremely conspicuous.

Before the black shadow could do anything, the Taoist suddenly opened his eyes.

The Yang energy in his body burst out again, and its intensity was more than 30% stronger than before.

But after this outburst, the yang energy on that Taoist seemed to have completely dissipated.

There was no yang energy left in the Taoist priest, he looked like a dead person.

"Evil creature! Let's see where you can hide! You destroyed dikes and flooded fields, brought disaster to the world, and committed a great deal of murder. Even if you die today, you will be executed on the spot!"

The Taoist shouted loudly, and his figure was like a ghost. He took a step from the top of the mountain and came into the air.

The rich yang energy in the surroundings did not completely dissipate after the Taoist's yang energy dissipated. Instead, it rippled within a radius of dozens of miles like stagnant water.

The Taoist seemed to be swimming in a sea of ​​yang energy, his speed was incredibly fast, and he had already started punching when he was several miles away.

He threw a punch, and the ocean of yang energy covering dozens of miles seemed to be helping him, carrying him forward.

The shadow was startled when he saw the move.

Fiery Sun Fist.

It's bad, it's targeting him.

This is not the Thirteenth Ancestor.

The Fiery Sun Fist was not created by the Thirteenth Ancestor, he only established a general outline.

This is the Sixteenth Patriarch!
"Sixteenth Ancestor, it's me! You got the wrong person!"

The black shadow decisively admitted defeat, stretched out an arm and waved towards the distance.

Just seeing the three or four meter long arm stretched out by the black shadow, the Taoist's momentum increased instead of decreased.

It was clear that there was no vitality left in his body, as if he were a dead person.

The punch came flying, and in the blink of an eye it crossed a distance of a hundred feet and hit the black shadow right in the chest.

The black shadow was also preparing to use its own characteristics to turn into a fake and not be afraid of this ordinary punch.

He turned into a blurry shadow, and was knocked over by a punch, turning into an afterimage and flying backwards.

(End of this chapter)