Longevity: Starting from Kaiyizhuang

Chapter 14 Change of Face
The timeline goes forward to the time when Zhang Chu performed the Nightmare Suppression Technique.

After three injections, three deep holes suddenly appeared on the palms and soles of the wooden man's feet. When he was about to pierce the fourth time, he raised his head with a grim expression: Is the charity cemetery really unguarded? Who can come if they want?

It turned out to be a man in night clothes who climbed over the wall and appeared in front of Zhang Chu's altar.

It was Wan Zhenshan who was ordered to come and test.

"Hahaha~"

Looking at the scene in front of him which seemed like a shaman dance, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Who are you, and why are you breaking into the charity cemetery?"

Zhang Chu looked at the person who came with a gloomy expression.

"I heard about the Taoist's righteous deeds and thought he was a man of high moral character,"

Wan Zhenshan stopped laughing and looked at Zhang Chu, who was sitting on the altar and stabbing the villain, "I didn't expect that he would do such a mean thing!"

In his opinion, Zhang Chu was so funny that he actually stabbed a voodoo man.

"How dare a coward like you who hides his head and tail dare to comment on me? You really don't know what you are talking about!"

Zhang Chu slowly stood up and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Oh! Be loyal to the person who entrusted you with your mission!"

"Shh!"

Wan Zhenshan sneered, without any nonsense, drew out his sword and stabbed towards Zhang Chu.

Looking at the sharp sword coming at him, Zhang Chu felt a chill in his heart, but he was not too afraid.

After coming to this world, he understood that fighting with others was inevitable, and he had already thought of a way to deal with it: as soon as he thought about it, his magic power turned into corpse qi and spread throughout his body.

The corpse qi appeared, and the temperature suddenly dropped by three to five degrees near the Yin gathering place, and it was extremely cold.

"impossible!"

Wan Zhenshan looked at Zhang Chu with disbelief in his eyes.

His sword was actually clamped by two fingers of the blind Taoist priest in front of him, and even if he gathered all his internal strength, he could not pull it out, as if it was stuck there.

"It's nothing more than that!"

Zhang Chu smiled proudly, his idea was indeed feasible.

Spreading corpse qi all over the body, the body becomes as hard as steel and feels no pain. This is a good way to fight the enemy.

"Humph!"

Wan Zhenshan snorted coldly, dropped his sword, and flashed towards Zhang Chu with a palm: He knows more than just swordsmanship.

When it comes to Wan Zhenshan, his most famous title is of course that of being Mei Niansheng's eldest disciple. However, he came to Mei Niansheng with his skills. Before he became Mei Niansheng's disciple, his "Five Cloud Hands" had already become famous in the martial arts world.

Seeing the man throw away his sword, Zhang Chu was even less worried.

Without the sword, it would be basically impossible to hurt him.

Without thinking, Zhang Chu directly confronted him with his palm.

There was no roaring sound, nor any sound of breaking bones, only retreating at the first touch.

Zhang Chu's palm missed and he was hit by a palm instead.

He has too little experience in fighting enemies, or even no experience in fighting enemies.

Fortunately, he is now half human and half corpse, so the Five Cloud Hand hitting him is no different from hitting a dead person.

No, there is a difference. With the force of that palm strike just now, even if it hit a dead person, it would be enough to break bones.

However, it was useless to hit Zhang Chu: the corpse qi was hidden in the body, and the qi could move at will. The moment the palm hit Zhang Chu, the corpse qi had already made that area stiff. Unless it could exceed a certain limit, it would definitely not be able to hurt him.

"What a powerful external Kung Fu!"

Seeing that Zhang Chu remained calm and continued to attack, Wan Zhenshan was shocked.

With his palm power, even if he practiced external martial arts, it would not be so easy.

Unless, the Taoist in front of him has already practiced external martial arts to the level of great success.

However, he didn't care. What does it matter how well he practiced external skills?

As long as the weak point is found, failure is inevitable.

In fact, the test has been completed at this moment, and it is time for Wan Zhenshan to leave.

However, it has been a long time since he met someone with such powerful external skills. He was excited to see the prey and planned to have a good fight with Zhang Chu.

As the fight continued, Wan Zhenshan discovered that although the Taoist in front of him had powerful external skills, he had almost no experience in fighting enemies and was extremely slow. After changing his moves more than ten times, he basically failed to hit him.

Immediately, he started fighting, trying to find out Zhang Chu's weakness.

"Boom!"

After constant fighting, Zhang Chu seemed to become gradually familiar with the situation, and his hand filled with corpse energy actually hit Wan Zhenshan.

The extremely powerful force directly shook Wan Zhenshan away and smashed him onto the altar.

"Ok?"

Wan Zhenshan stood up with a somersault and was about to attack when he suddenly stopped. Feeling the stiffness in the place where his palm hit him, he looked at Zhang Chu in doubt, "What kind of internal energy is this?"

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Chu laughed, "Of course it's the skill of killing people!"

After saying that, he rushed forward stiffly.

Looking at Zhang Chu rushing over and feeling the area of ​​his body becoming stiffer and stiffer, Wan Zhenshan suddenly felt confused.

"what!"

He took the steel needle off the wooden man, pricked his thigh with it, and he immediately woke up.

"Despicable, you actually used poison!"

Wan Zhenshan thought he was poisoned. He did not dare to stop for a moment. He gathered his inner strength and immediately rushed towards the wall and jumped over it.

"You can't run away!"

Looking at the man in black jumping over the wall, Zhang Chu gathered his magic power in his dantian, regained his body's agility, and chased after him calmly.

His palm was not simple. It contained a lot of corpse energy. Even if that person was a living person with some martial arts skills, he would not be able to resist for long and his body would become stiff.

He also jumped over the wall and chased after the figure.

The more he chased, the more shocked Zhang Chu was: Even after being infected by the corpse qi, he could still run so far without any problems?
An idea suddenly came to his mind: Could he also practice some masculine internal skills to fight against the evil magic power in his body?
With abundant qi and blood, you can naturally resist the cold.

With the thought in mind, Zhang Chu continued to chase him. Soon, the man fell to the ground.

With the transfer of magic power, Zhang Chu directly turned into a half-human, half-corpse state. He walked up to the man and tore off the black cloth covering his face.

"what?"

Looking at the face in front of him, Zhang Chu felt a little confused. He seemed to have seen it before!
His recent experiences flashed through his mind quickly, and he remembered: this person was one of the three people following Mei Niansheng, and he appeared in Jingzhou City again. Considering the time, he is most likely Wan Zhenshan.

"Why did he come to the charity cemetery?"

Zhang Chu touched his chin and thought about it. Suddenly, he remembered what Wan Zhenshan said before he went to the charity cemetery to take action, "Be loyal to the trust of others."

"Lucky for you!"

Looking at Wan Zhenshan, whose body was gradually stiffening, he absorbed the corpse's energy and left. "I want to see who drove you to test it."

With the corpse qi in his body, he could know where Wan Zhenshan was going.

The corpse qi was taken back by Zhang Chu, and not long after, Wan Zhenshan woke up. He looked around and hurried towards Jingzhou City.

Zhang Chu, who had no breath at all, changed his clothes and slowly followed. Until he saw Wan Zhenshan stumbling to Ling Tui Si's mansion, Zhang Chu left.

He already knew who was testing him: he didn't teach the wrong person a lesson.

"Wan Daxia,"

Not long after Zhang Chu left, a man came out of Ling Tuisi's mansion and walked in with Wan Zhenshan.

"Greetings, Master Ling!"

Led by the servants of the Ling Mansion, Wan Zhenshan came to the reception room and immediately bowed when he saw Ling Tui Si sitting there.

"You are hurt?"

Seeing Wan Zhenshan's pale face, Ling Tuisi frowned, thinking, "What's going on?"

Listening to Ling Tui Si's question, a flash of dissatisfaction flashed across Wan Zhenshan's eyes: If I didn't hate you to death, how could I have been so seriously injured?
He was originally from Jingzhou. After he and his junior fellow apprentice plotted against Mei Niansheng for the sake of Lian Cheng Jue, the Lian Cheng Jue was lost, and his two junior fellow apprentices also disappeared. He had no choice but to return to his hometown.

When he arrived in Jingzhou, he found that the water was too deep: if he wanted to gain a foothold here, he had to get Ling Tui Si's approval.

When he was anxious, Ling Tui Si's subordinate, Master Lin, came to him and asked him to test the strength of the blind Taoist priest in Yizhuang and let him gain a foothold in Jingzhou.

He originally thought, isn't he just a blind Taoist priest? Just give it a try. He was still confident in his own strength.

Who knew that this would be the result.

"okay!"

After listening to Wan Zhenshan's narration, Ling Tuisi waved his hand and said, "I won't see you off!"

"Lord Ling!"

Wan Zhenshan asked Ling Tuisi, "Then I..."

I have done what Master Lin asked me to do. Can I gain a foothold in Jingzhou?

"Alright, I understand!"

Ling Tuisi interrupted Wan Zhenshan directly, "Master Lin's words are my words!"

"Thank you, Master Ling!"

Wan Zhenshan bowed and left.

Ling Tui thought about Wan Zhenshan's description, took the steel needle he brought back, compared it with the blood hole, and it was exactly the same.

"Is it really the Nightmare Suppression Technique?"

Sitting on the armchair, Ling Tuisi's face looked like he was in a dyeing factory, sometimes fearful, sometimes eager, sometimes greedy.
(End of this chapter)