I asked you to play a dungeon, why don't you just raise the BOSS here?

Chapter 310: Shocked Huang Shang, Xuan Nu can be the Sword Ancestor of Jiuzhou
Liangshan Gathering Hall

Huang Shang was wearing a Confucian robe, sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and breathing.

The genius doctor An Daoquan sat sideways next to Huang Shang, took Huang Shang's pulse with his hand, his expression solemn.

Not far away, Wu Song was half leaning against the wall with his eyes slightly closed, his face a little pale.

Chao Gai, Song Jiang, Wu Yong, Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen, Lu Junyi and other leaders were either sitting or standing. Everyone had a sad face and the atmosphere was extremely depressed.

"Excuse me, Doctor An, how are Mr. Huang and Wu Dutou's injuries?"

After a long time, Song Jiang sighed, stood up, walked up to An Daoquan and asked.

"Wu Dutou is full of vitality. Although he was seriously injured by those palm strikes, his essence was not damaged. Now that he has taken the Impermanence Pill refined by Mr. Huang, he should be fine."

"But Mr. Huang's injury is unprecedented... I'm afraid it can't be cured by ordinary doctors."

The genius doctor An Daoquan hesitated for a moment, shook his head, stood up, bowed to Huang Yaoshi and said, "Mr. Huang is a master of medicine, far better than me, why not take a look at him too."

Influenced by the Jingkang Shame, Huang Yaoshi was quite keen on rebellion and was also very concerned about the property of Liangshan, his daughter and son-in-law.

I have been busy in Liangshan recently, making suggestions for rectification of some things that I don't like.

The key point is that Huang Yaoshi really understands these areas, and it cannot be said that he is an amateur commanding experts.

Within a few days, the island master Huang had established a high reputation throughout the mountain village.

After listening to Huang Yaoshi talk about the medical concepts of later generations and getting the recipes for Jiuhua Yulu Pills and Wuchang Pills, An Daoquan was very impressed.

"Please help, Mr. Huang."

Song Jiang, Wu Yong and others nodded repeatedly and looked at Huang Yaoshi with some anticipation.

"Well, I'll try it, too."

Huang Yaoshi nodded slightly, walked up to Huang Shang, sat down cross-legged, and reached out to take Huang Shang's pulse.

Most of the people in Liangshan are rough people, and they call Huang Yaoshi by various names.

In addition to the founder, titles such as Old Man Huang, Old Boss, and even Huang Laodeng can often be heard, which leaves Huang Yaoshi speechless.

Relatively speaking, the phrase "Mr. Huang" already made him very satisfied.

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

Huang Shang heard the noise, opened his eyes slightly and saluted.

"Mr. Huang is a man of extraordinary talent, and his accomplishments are unmatched. I don't have the ability to teach him, so it was probably just a joke that day."

Huang Yaoshi's face turned red. "As for me, how can I even begin to talk about my title of 'ancestor'?"

Huang Rong didn't like to talk to her father, so she just briefly introduced Lin Xuan and didn't say much about other copy experiences.

But this girl can't be considered a filial child, she is still quite nice to her family.

After returning from The Heaven Sword and the Swordsman, he gave the complete set of Nine Yin Scriptures in the Heaven Sword and the Swordsman to Huang Yaoshi for him to study.

Huang Yaoshi was stunned by this incredible martial arts concept. He admired Huang Shang very much and planned to ask Huang Shang for more advice as a junior.

Unexpectedly, when I came to the Water Margin dimension, this idol directly called himself the ancestor.

This made Huang Yaoshi feel a little embarrassed and secretly annoyed.

"Once a teacher, always a teacher... Well, anyway, becoming a teacher is no joke."

Huang Shang said solemnly: "Now, everyone in Liangshan is considered to be a Peach Blossom lineage. If the Grandmaster does not intend to expel everyone from the mountain gate, the title of 'Grandmaster' can be said to be well-deserved."

"It's a bit too much to expel him from the mountain gate..."

Huang Yaoshi felt a little tired and sighed, "Well, my daughter's behavior has nothing to do with me. I will still call you Mr. Huang, and we can discuss our own affairs."

In the past, if Huang Rong had done something like this, Huang Yaoshi would have scolded her severely.

But Huang Yaoshi thought of the tremendous power of Huang Rong when she used Feng Xi Po Di that day, and he felt unconfident and could not bring himself to curse.

I feel annoyed when I see my daughter not making any progress, but I also feel uncomfortable when I see her being too successful.

"Since it is the master's order, I shall obey it."

Huang Shang smiled and said, "The ancestor is free and unrestrained. I am trapped in the world of mortals and feel a little ashamed of myself."

After saying a few words, Huang Shang seemed a little tired and closed his eyes slightly.

Huang Yaoshi's heart trembled, and he silently checked Huang Shang's pulse without saying anything else.

Song Jiang, Lu Zhishen and the others naturally did not dare to say much. They could only stretch their necks like geese and stare eagerly.

For a moment, there was great silence inside and outside the Juyi Hall.

"Mr. Huang's cultivation is unfathomable. If it is just an ordinary injury, it can be healed in a few days."

After a cup of tea, Huang Yaoshi loosened his hand and frowned, "But the person who hurt you is also well-versed in martial arts. This matter is not easy to deal with."

"My ancestor is right. I was thinking of assassinating Fang La to prevent him from causing trouble to the people."

"I never thought that Fang La himself had extraordinary cultivation and there was such a master beside him. This was a bit too reckless."

Huang Shang circulated his Qi around his body and shook his head, saying, "I am not good at cultivating my Qi. After practicing martial arts for several years, I have become arrogant. I deserve to suffer a great loss..."

As he spoke, white mist rose from the point on Huang Shang's forehead.

Faintly, you can see countless blue threads that appear real and unreal in the white mist.

The silk threads became more and more entangled, flowing like water ripples, wrapping around a giant blood-red sword.

"Keng!"

Suddenly, the blood-red giant sword let out a ferocious whistling sound.

Blood exploded and the silk threads broke one after another.

"It still doesn't work..."

Huang Shang groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

After he was reborn, he followed Lin Xuan's instructions and created the "Nine Yin Scriptures" based on the contents of the "Wanshou Taoist Canon", which can be regarded as his own way.

After achieving success in martial arts, Lao Huang would often win when fighting with others with just a few moves of his hands.

Even if he met those Taoist masters who could fly in the clouds, he was not afraid at all.

This is the first time I have suffered such a big loss.

"Hey, speaking of which, a few days ago, two gods who looked very... very strange came and gave me, Tie Niu, a golden elixir."

"I gave the golden elixir to my mother, and after a meal, my mother's eyes were healed."

Li Kui said bitterly, "If I had known that Mr. Huang was being plotted against by that damned Fang Gou, I would have left the elixir for him to eat."

"Tie Niu, don't talk nonsense. You're offending the gods."

Song Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this: "Besides, this is not a joke. People said that the money was for your mother's eyes, but you used it to treat the old man's sword wound. Maybe it would harm the old man instead."

"Hmm? That seems to be true!"

Li Kui thought about it, convinced himself, and felt a little relieved.

"Speaking of immortals...the two look a bit like the legendary Li Tieguai and Han Zhongli."

"But Liangshan has never had any dealings with such masters, and I don't know why they came to us."

Wu Yong pondered and said, "Could it be that the first and second in command encountered them when they went north this time?"

"According to the methods used by the big boss that day, they were close to the way of the immortals. The swordsmanship of the little swordsman is also unpredictable. Maybe..."

Zhu Wu, the military strategist of Shen Ji, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it. If it really involves gods, we can't speculate."

"They have always been elusive. I don't know when they will return to the mountain. I don't know if I can find the two immortals..."

"But after hearing that the big boss has appeared, Taoist Gongsun has also sent a message saying that he will leave Erlong Mountain and join everyone in the next few days."

Wu Yong sighed and said, "If it really doesn't work, let's see if Taoist Gongsun has any solution."

"I hope so."

Zhu Wu couldn't think of any good ideas and shook his head.

"The big boss, the second in command, and the little sword fairy are here!"

Just at this moment, the loud voice of the garrison leader was heard outside the Juyi Hall.

"Ok?"

Huang Yaoshi, Chao Gai, Song Jiang and others were overjoyed and looked towards the hall door at the same time.

"We had other important matters a few days ago, which delayed our return to the mountain for a few days. I didn't expect that Mr. Huang would have such changes."

The next moment, a soft and clear male voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Fortunately, we still made it in time and didn't miss the important matter."

As if it has magical power, the moment you hear the sound, your mood will be calmed down.

A breeze blew by, and Lin Xuan's figure suddenly appeared outside the hall. He put his hands in the air, indicating that everyone did not need to greet each other.

Huang Rong and Ah Qing followed closely behind, each holding a little white tiger.

"Roar!"

The two big white tigers looked at the solemn atmosphere in the hall, wagged their tails tactfully, and turned away.

"Eh? Second in command, you really are a woman."

Wu Song was slightly startled, and said blankly: "I thought I was dazzled that day."

"You're the pussy!"

Huang Rong was a little unhappy and snorted coldly: "You have nothing nice to say to me when you see me. You are so stupid that you deserve to be bullied."

"Second Master, please don't wrongly accuse me!"

"When Mr. Huang was injured that day, Brother Song hurriedly led everyone away. However, we encountered several Shaolin monks on the way, who attacked us without any reason."

Wu Song thought for a moment and said, "I stayed behind to cover the retreat and was injured because I was fighting against many enemies alone. If I had fought alone, I would not be afraid at all."

"Shaolin monks? What's going on? Why are they still involved?"

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment, anger flashing in her eyes: "Old Huang was also injured by the Shaolin bald guy?"

In the plane of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, the Emei Sect is not very powerful and is just given the false title of "the leader of the righteous path".

There is no conflict of interest with Shaolin, and the relationship is actually quite good.

But in this dimension, if someone takes the initiative to cause trouble, there is nothing to say.

"Isn't this..."

Huang Shang hesitated: "At least it doesn't look like it."

"If it is, then it is. If it is not, then it is not. Why do you say it doesn't look like it?"

"That Fang La is quite skilled. I fought him that day and only gained the upper hand after ten moves."

"But I didn't expect that a man wearing a skull mask and holding a blood-red heavy sword suddenly appeared, and he severely injured me with one strike of the sword."

"I was too weak to fight him at the time, so I had to suppress my injuries and use Qinggong to escape."

Huang Shang shook his head and said, "For some reason, that person did not pursue us at that time, and I can't figure out his origins."

"Fang La can take ten of your moves, so he must be an expert. But why is there another expert wearing a skull mask and holding a heavy sword?"

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment: "That's fine, but what about the Shaolin monk?"

"Reporting to the Second Master, among the marshals under Fang La, there is a monk named 'Baoguang Tathagata' Deng Yuanjue, who is a senior disciple of Shaolin."

"The emperor today is the Taoist emperor. A few years ago, he issued an edict to incorporate Buddhism into Taoism. Naturally, many monks are dissatisfied."

Wu Yong shook his head and said, "Those of Shaolin who have submitted to Fang La are still the best. Some are even worse, secretly communicating with the Liao Kingdom, Xixia, and even the Jin people, and their plans are very ambitious."

"If you dig up someone's roots, you can't blame them for retaliating."

Huang Rong nodded: "We can ignore the grudges between these monks and the imperial court. But since they have offended us Liangshan, we must take revenge."

"Brother Huang is right! I told you not to be afraid of those bald guys."

Lu Zhishen was delighted: "That bird-like thing Deng Yuanjue has the nerve to call himself Baoguang Tathagata. I will avenge my brother Wu and beat him to the west to see the Buddha."

"I told you not to call me brother!"

Huang Rong snorted coldly, "Since they are on Fang La's side, they will fight sooner or later. Don't lose to them."

"Afraid of him!"

Lu Zhishen almost jumped up: "I will beat him up and make him look like Tathagata."

"That thing on Tathagata's head shouldn't be a bag, right?"

Lin Xuan waved his hand: "Master, please calm down. Since Mr. Huang and Wu Dutou are both injured, they should heal their wounds as soon as possible. Is Wu Dutou okay?"

"Ow."

Lu Zhishen also felt that something was wrong with him, so he nodded and stepped aside.

"It's nothing. Although my family was injured, those bald donkeys didn't get away with it either."

Wu Song patted his chest with his hand and said in a dull voice: "Besides, I am as strong as an ox. It's nothing to worry about such a small injury."

As if the injury had worsened, Wu Song snorted lightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"..."

Wu Song was stunned for a moment, seeming to feel a little embarrassed, and a hint of color appeared on his originally pale face.

"Second brother, you are such a fool. You just run away when you can't beat the opponent! No, you should fight and retreat at the same time!"

Wu Dalang felt distressed. He sighed, found a towel with hot water, wiped the blood from Wu Song's mouth, and complained, "You fought like crazy, it's strange that you didn't get hurt."

"I didn't expect those bald donkeys to be so powerful..."

Wu Song was still a little afraid of his elder brother's nagging, so he spat out the blood that just overflowed from his mouth and lowered his head slightly: "I'll save myself the trouble next time."

"From the pulse, it seems that Wu Dutou was hit by the Flower Picking Finger, Prajna Palm, Dragon Claw Hand and the Great Stele Smashing Hand."

"There are four Shaolin magical powers in total, all of which are listed among the seventy-two unique skills. My Impermanence Pill can't be said to be a cure for all diseases."

Huang Yaoshi frowned and said, "Although Wudutou has excellent bones and strong blood, he still needs to be more careful in the future."

Huang Shang's injuries were somewhat beyond the scope of Huang Yaoshi's understanding, but Wu Song's injuries were still within the scope of Huang Yaoshi's understanding.

But understanding is understanding...

Huang Yaoshi was still somewhat shocked that the person's flesh and blood body could withstand so much damage.

The legendary Dian Wei and Zhou Tai are no more than this, right?

"I didn't expect that there are so many capable fighters in Shaolin Temple." Wu Dalang sighed and wiped the blood off Wu Song: "Now that you are becoming more and more powerful, the enemies you meet are also becoming more and more powerful."

"I know, I know."

Wu Song was somewhat speechless and complained: "I have injuries on my chest and abdomen, and you have been wiping the blood from the corners of my mouth. What's the point?"

"Mr. Huang and Doctor An Shen both said that your injuries can only be cured by rest. It is not so easy to cure..."

Wu Dalang washed the towel and said, "It will be helpful to wipe the blood from the corner of your mouth."

"what is the benefit?"

"At least it looks more energetic and pleasing to the eye."

"You are really my dear brother..."

Wu Song sighed, his face full of helplessness: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Boss."

"Brothers have a deep bond, and there's nothing to laugh at."

Lin Xuan pressed Wu Song's pulse a few times and said, "It's not bad. It's the real internal energy. There's no poison or fire energy or other messy stuff."

The last time I came to the Water Margin plane, there seemed to be no internal force system.

However, the 72 unique skills have been passed down in Shaolin for a long time, and the moves and even the training methods should all exist.

Now that spiritual energy has revived, it can indeed cause some weird things.

Of course, ordinary monks would not be able to reach the same level as Fahai, so it is relatively easy to deal with.

"This time those bald donkeys are taking advantage of my misfortune! When my family gets better, I will make sure those bald donkeys pay the price."

Wu Song got angry when he mentioned this and said angrily.

"Mr. Huang's sword wound is a bit troublesome, so let's treat you first."

Lin Xuan shook his head, activated the Nine Yin Healing Technique, and placed his hand on Wu Song's spirit platform.

The ethereal and vast spiritual power took advantage of the situation and poured into it, flowing through Wu Song's eight extraordinary meridians.

With Lin Xuan's current level of cultivation, as long as his heart or brain is not blown up, or he suffers a disability that requires limb regeneration.

A single circulation of spiritual energy can heal the person without damaging the source at all.

"puff!"

After the spiritual energy circulated for two cycles, Wu Song felt as if he had been electrocuted. His body suddenly bounced up and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

"Thank you, Master!"

Wu Song shook his body and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Well, that's enough. All your injuries will be dissolved in this blood."

"Go rinse your mouth, drink some porridge and take a nap. Then abstain from alcohol and sex for the next half month... Never mind, just remember to abstain from alcohol, and sex is not your turn."

Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves and turned the blood clots that Wu Song had sprayed out into blood beads: "Keep this as a souvenir."

"...I understand!"

Wu Song's old face turned red. He took the blood bead and went to wash.

"Master, what you did just now is somewhat similar to my Nine Yin Dao, but it is much more advanced than my disciple's."

Huang Shang smiled and said, "This time, my disciples have broadened their horizons and gained some enlightenment."

"..."

Huang Yaoshi looked at Lin Xuan, then at Huang Shang, and closed his mouth.

What kind of monsters are these?

"...Don't rush for enlightenment, just heal your wounds."

Lin Xuan waved his hand: "Where did the sword stab? Let me see."

"This injury is not simple..."

Huang Shang hesitated for a moment, reached out to untie his outer robe, and turned around to reveal his injuries.

Behind him, there was a sword mark that almost split him in half.

An extremely domineering sword intent lingered within it, flashing with a bloody light.

Just like the legendary law of destruction, once flesh, energy, and magic power come into contact with this sword intent, they will be destroyed out of thin air.

"You are still able to talk and laugh so happily, you are really amazing..."

Lin Xuan thought for a moment and injected a trace of spiritual power into Huang Shang's wound.

In an instant, an unparalleled domineering sword intent flashed and destroyed this trace of spiritual power.

Huang Shang groaned softly, seeming to be in slight pain.

"The power of rules? That person is not simple..."

"Someone who is related to Fang La...Ming Zun? The old man in the mountain? It seems he is not an easy person to deal with."

Lin Xuan thought for a few seconds and frowned slightly.

It would be difficult to forcibly remove this sword energy.

The might and destructive power of the sword energy are trivial matters.

No matter how powerful the other party is, he is not a giant like Tongtian Jiaozhu.

It is impossible to suppress Lin Xuan with just a sword energy.

If it's really that outrageous, I can consider giving up on this copy...

The main reason is that this sword energy is extremely subtle, almost integrated with Huang Shang.

To pull it out requires extremely exquisite control, just enough to offset the sword energy.

If you try to break it by force, the sword energy will explode immediately.

In this case, the best outcome for Lao Huang would be that half of his body would be destroyed and he would become a highly paralyzed disabled person.

No matter how powerful the Nine Yin Healing Chapter is, it cannot treat this kind of injury.

Of course, treating someone's injuries is definitely much more difficult than stabbing them!
If Lin Xuan wanted to play something underworld, he could bury a few thunder balls that could shatter the heaven and earth in his sword energy, and then let the opponent go to Fang La to heal his injuries.

Then Fang La will definitely vomit blood...

"Lin Xuan, let me try!"

Just at this moment, Ah Qing's clear voice rang out, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"should have."

Ah Qing hesitated: "I feel like this sword energy seems to be a little afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?"

Lin Xuan's mind moved slightly: "Then you try it."

"Ok."

Ah Qing walked behind Huang Shang and observed the sword wound attentively.

"Little Sword Immortal, do you also know medical skills?"

Huang Rong stood aside, hesitated for a moment, and said in a dilemma.

"Of course not."

Ah Qing looked up at Huang Rong and said, "Sister Huang, what's wrong?"

"…You don't know any medical skills, so you just come here to treat people?"

"I don't know any medical skills, but I know some sword skills."

Ah Qing had some stubbornness in his eyes, and insisted: "Don't worry, I'm not wrong, this sword energy is indeed a little afraid of me."

"Haha, I just heard them call you the incarnation of a sword immortal, a sword genius that appears only once in a century."

Huang Shang thought Ah Qing was just trying to comfort him, so he didn't really care: "If Miss Qing can learn some sword principles from my injuries, I will be satisfied."

"Yeah, I almost understand it."

Ah Qing pondered and said, "Old man, relax a little and withdraw the energy that is fighting against the sword energy."

"This……"

Huang Shang was startled, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

During this period, he had been relying on his extremely profound cultivation to forcibly suppress this sword energy.

Although the effect was not very good, the Qi and blood gradually declined and the body also showed signs of collapse.

But at least I can still survive and hold on for a few years.

If we give up the suppression...

In less than a cup of tea, his body would be completely blown to pieces.

Not to mention an intact body, even ashes may not be left.

"Trust me once."

Ah Qing said solemnly: "If I say it can be cured, then it can definitely be cured."

"Don't worry, Old Huang. Let her come."

Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves and said in a deep voice.

"..."

After hearing Lin Xuan's words, Song Jiang, Wu Yong and others hesitated to speak, and finally shut their mouths.

"Haha, now that you put it that way, I feel a little embarrassed."

Huang Shang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I am not afraid of death. I just feel a little regretful that my wish has not been fulfilled."

"Okay, when you're ready, back off."

Ah Qing asked in confusion, "If your wish is not fulfilled, then the old gentleman will go and fulfill it in the future. What are you talking about here?"

"Hahaha, Miss Qing is right."

Huang Shang laughed loudly, gathered all the energy in his body, and transferred it into the purple palace in his dantian.

The next moment, the bloody sword mark on Huang Shang's back suddenly trembled.

The extremely violent sword intent spread in all directions, tearing apart the nearby flesh and blood.

It seemed as if Huang Sang could be torn into pieces in an instant.

"Don't hurt anyone!"

Ah Qing put away her smile, frowned slightly, stretched out her white jade fingers, and lightly touched the sword mark in the air.

"Ding!"

The sword energy trembled suddenly, making an extremely clear shattering sound.

As if seeing some extremely terrifying existence, the sword energy left Huang Shang's back without hesitation, turning into a blood-red sword light and soaring into the air.

"Don't run!"

Ah Qing stretched out her jade hand and pointed in the air.

"Keng!"

The sword light seemed to have intelligence. It suddenly collapsed and gathered to form a blood-red sword ball, which slowly rotated in the air.

"Humph!"

Ah Qing's pretty face became stern, and she grabbed the sword ball with her slender hand.

"Hmm? This sword has such a strong sense of death, as if the sword master has already assimilated into death."

Ah Qing shook his head: "I don't like it, so I don't want to learn it."

The sword ball exploded, turning into red snow all over the sky, and then disappeared into smoke.

"This isn't just a sword immortal..."

Huang Shang looked at Ah Qing thoughtfully, put his hands on the ground, and circulated his true energy.

The wound skin and flesh are turned over, blood flows back, the meridians are reopened and circulation is established.

In an instant, Huang Shang's originally shocking wound was reduced to a faint white mark.

"Mr. Huang!"

Song Jiang and the others finally reacted, and they all showed joy and gathered around.

“…Why is this possible?”

Huang Rong was stunned: "You are a sword immortal, so other people's sword energy is afraid of you?"

"I don't know why."

Ah Qing shook his head with a clear conscience: "Lin Xuan seems to have thought of something, go ask him."

"Ok?"

"Maybe it's not a problem with the sword energy..." Lin Xuan thought for a while and said.

"what is that?"

"The first sword in the world recorded in the book is the sword in the hands of Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi. Regardless of whether the sword is called Kunwu Sword or Xuanyuan Sword, there should be a sword that he used to conquer the world."

Lin Xuan pondered and said, "However, both the sword and the sword-making method passed down to later generations were given to Emperor Xuanyuan by the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens."

"Ah this..."

"She possesses the status of the Lady of the Nine Heavens, but she is also naturally the Sword Ancestor of the Nine Provinces."

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "It seems that the little sword fairy's unique talent in swordsmanship may not be due to Yue Nu."

"Nine Provinces Sword Ancestor? That's a nice name!"

Ah Qing smiled and said, "It sounds much better than Lady of the Nine Heavens."

Huang Rong: "..."

(End of this chapter)