Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 115 You are so interesting

In the tunnel.

Song Tianlong killed five people in seconds.

These five people came to Qinghe County to search for treasure, but they failed to find a tomb. After meeting Zhou Ping, the few people who wanted to go to the tomb decided to kill and rob.

But before Zhou Ping could fight with the five men, Song Tianhu found Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping patted his horse to let it go. In the tunnel, Zhou Ping slowly drew his sword. He knew he couldn't avoid this battle.

Judging from Song Tianlong's tone, he just wanted to find a few people to be buried with him.

In an instant, Zhou Ping's perception range was completely dispersed. Within two hundred feet, there were only Song Tianlong and him.

After the perception range spread out, Song Tianlong frowned slightly. Just now he felt a sense of crisis.

"Boy, there's something." Song Tianlong didn't know that the feeling just now was within Zhou Ping's perception range.

Zhou Ping was also slightly surprised. This was the first time someone could vaguely capture his perception range.

After Song Tianlong accumulated strength, he stomped on the body under his feet and it burst into a ball of red pulp.

Taking advantage of this kick, Song Tianlong slashed at Zhou Ping with his knife.

When warriors fight, the first strike is always the simplest, with both sides testing each other's strength.

Zhou Ping drew his magic sword Thousand Blades and blocked Song Tianlong's sword.

With this knife, the two people separated quickly.

Zhou Ping is an eighth-rank Buddhist, a ninth-rank warrior, a tenth-rank Taoist, and a tenth-rank Confucian.

Song Tianlong had already entered the seventh rank and was almost at the sixth rank.

Originally, Song Tianlong was going to retreat to break through to the sixth level, but his brother's death prevented him from doing so and he had to come to Qinghe County.

This strike of the sword only used 60% of Song Tianlong's strength.

It was not difficult for Zhou Ping to deal with it.

Firstly, the spiritual power in Zhou Ping's body is comparable to that of the seventh grade. Secondly, the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades will also enhance Zhou Ping's strength.

Zhou Ping had practiced powerful spiritual arts before.

The Strengthening Spirit Technique can increase the power of the caster, but the casting time is too long.

The Demonic Blade Thousand Blades directly skipped this step. It could increase Zhou Ping's strength without the need for pre-swing.

"No need to try, just give it your all." Zhou Ping said calmly.

Zhou Ping’s first thought was to kill the other person.

People like Song Tianlong and Song Tianhu are unreasonable. They want to bully you when they see you are weak. If you are stronger than him, he can still say a few nice words to you.

So Zhou Ping didn't want to waste so much time talking to him. This kind of person bullies the weak and fears the strong, and can only be beaten into submission, not persuaded.

Zhou Ping's indifferent attitude angered Song Tianlong.

Song Tianlong swung his sword and cut down a piece of stone wall on one side of the tunnel that was more than ten feet thick.

As the big knife chopped down the stone wall, stones kept falling down from the top of the tunnel.

Song Tianlong originally suspected that Zhou Ping had killed his brother. However, Zhou Ping's strength was not inferior to his own, which made him no longer doubt.
Zhou Ping has the ability to kill, but he is not the kind of person who is timid. Since Zhou Ping does not admit that he killed someone, he is definitely not the murderer.

But Song Tianlong didn't care anymore. What he cared about was that Zhou Ping had offended his brother and himself.

This reason was enough for Song Tianlong to kill Zhou Ping.

"Husband, let me help you!" The ghost bride floated behind Zhou Ping.

Song Tianlong was surprised again. This kid actually has a ghost?
When walking at night for a long time, Song Tianlong often deals with ghosts.

However, Zhou Ping’s ghost was a little special. It was completely red, and was wearing a red wedding dress.

This kind of ghost has a lot of resentment and is very powerful.

Song Tianlong frowned and looked at the ghost bride, wondering about her strength.

But Song Tianlong is not afraid of ghosts!

He is a warrior and often kills people. After death, these people will become ghosts to seek revenge, so Song Tianlong also has ways to deal with ghosts.

"The Buddha's teachings are boundless!" Song Tianlong roared, then took out a cloth bag from his arms.

He crushed the sack and swung it hard.

The cloth bag burst instantly, revealing gold powder inside!

These gold powders are not just gold powder, but also the relics of Buddhist monks who passed away.

As the gold powder mixed with the relics was scattered, the small space was filled with gold powder.

When Jinfen encountered the ghost bride, she suddenly exploded, just like a flame encountering explosives.

The ghost bride let out a painful wail.

These things were bought by Song Tianhu at a high price, and they are very useful. The gold powder has been blessed, and there are also relics from eminent monks.

"Go back quickly." Zhou Ping said hurriedly.

The ghost bride was unwilling to give in, but the gold powder did cause her great harm.

Not only that, the gold powder floated in the tunnel and did not disappear.

As long as the ghost bride is still there, she will be attacked by the gold powder even if she is invisible.

She could only return to the red veil on Zhou Ping's chest.

"This ghost is pretty good. After I kill you, I'll make her my plaything!" Song Tianlong now has another reason to kill Zhou Ping, "This girl looks good."

Kill people and take away ghosts!
Zhou Ping still looked calm: "Stop talking nonsense, I'm in a hurry."

There was no one in the tunnel for two hundred feet, but who knows if someone would hear the noise and come over.

So Zhou Ping wanted to end the battle quickly and decisively. He didn't want others to know that he had the strength to fight against Song Tianhu.

Anyone who has seen my strength must die!

The two stopped talking nonsense and stopped holding back, and started fighting once again.

In the narrow tunnel, the two men clashed with swords, chopping the walls of the tunnel from time to time, and rocks fell from the tunnel from time to time.

About an incense stick later, the two separated.

During this period of time, the two had already figured out each other's tactics.

Zhou Ping's eyes were full of caution.

Song Tianlong is the most powerful person he has met so far!

Of course, the man in black doesn't count. The man in black was hiding something when dealing with Zhou Ping, but Song Tianlong's moves were all killer moves.

One! Lingxi's finger was also triggered.

Song Tianlong was equally shocked.

Zhou Ping was the most difficult guy he had ever met.

It’s not that Song Tianlong has not killed cultivators of the same level as himself. He has even killed people of higher levels.

Zhou Ping was about the same strength as himself, which made Song Tianlong think that Zhou Ping was also a seventh-grade one.

In addition, Zhou Ping's swordsmanship is sophisticated and steady, and his defense is impenetrable.

If Song Tianlong didn't have rich combat experience, he wouldn't be able to find Zhou Ping's flaw.

But even if he found Zhou Ping's weakness, Zhou Ping had strangely clamped his blade with two fingers.

That knife was originally intended for Zhou Ping's heart.

Many masters died at the hands of Song Tianlong.

"This guy is so weird, especially the two fingers he used just now actually caught my attack."

"Not only that, after those two fingers, he wasn't hurt at all!"

Song Tianlong recalled the battle with Zhou Ping, and he didn't gain any advantage at all. This made him want to retreat.

He looked at Zhou Ping's calm expression and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He had killed many people, but none as calmly as Zhou Ping.

Song Tianlong had seen this kind of look before. That was when he was still very weak, and those who had higher cultivation than him looked at him in this way.

This look is playing a game with Song Tianlong, because the master still has some cards to play.

"Brat, I want to see what you can do when you fall to the ground." Song Tianlong didn't believe that a young man like Zhou Ping had any powerful trump cards.

Song Tianlong thrust the knife behind him and yelled, "Flip Cloud Hand!"

He pressed his hands to the ground, then grabbed them fiercely.

Zhou Ping felt a sense of fluctuation under his feet, as if he was standing on a boat and shaking.

The road surface on the ground changed with Song Tianlong's control.

Zhou Ping calmed down and looked at Song Tianlong with the knife in his hand. He thought Song Tianlong was going to pick up the stone at his feet and throw it at him.

However, the corners of Song Tianlong's mouth curled up slightly. Everyone who had seen Song Tianlong's move thought that he was going to pick up the stone in front of him and throw it at the other party.

But the real power of this move is actually controlling the stone behind the enemy.

Behind Zhou Ping, the stones on the ground rose up and turned into a three-meter-thick stone wall.

The stone wall stood up and pressed towards Zhou Ping.

The stone wall filled the entire wall, and stones were constantly being rubbed off by the tunnel, but it still came towards Zhou Ping.

Song Tianhu finished casting the spell, then drew his sword and slashed at Zhou Ping.

"The power of dragon and tiger!" In an instant, Song Tianhu's arms became thicker, with exposed blood vessels all over them.

This move is similar to the powerful spiritual technique and can increase the strength of the practitioner.

However, this move also has a price. After using this move, the arm will suffer a certain degree of damage.

Song Tianhu was unwilling to use this trick unless it was absolutely necessary and his life was in danger.

This move killed one thousand enemies and damaged eight hundred.

Zhou Ping's eyes narrowed. There were enemies in front of him and a stone wall behind him.

Qinglong Mountain.

Fan Shiyi was traveling with a few scholars.

They haven't come down the mountain for two days.

At night, Fan Shiyi would draw a house and live in it.

On this day, several people were reciting poems and composing couplets.

Fan Shiyi suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Xiaoqing, is someone calling me?" Fan Shiyi asked.

Xiaoqing yawned: "How could that be?"

She wanted to sleep during the day.

Several scholars were happily chatting with Fan Shiyi, and they also said, "Yes, Mr. Fan, no one called you."

Fan Shiyi nodded, thinking he was hallucinating.

But the voice calling me became clearer and clearer.

"Master Fan, Master Fan."

"Zhou Ping is in danger."

This time, not only Fan Shiyi, but Xiaoqing also heard it.

"Xiaoqing, did you hear someone calling me?" Fan Shiyi was sure that he was not hallucinating.

Xiaoqing also heard it, but she didn't say anything: "I didn't hear anyone calling you, I heard someone say Zhou Ping was in danger."

Fan Shiyi was speechless. She also heard that Zhou Ping was in danger.

This means that someone is indeed looking for me.

Fan Shiyi took Xiaoqing and ran towards the source of the sound without saying goodbye to the scholars.

Several scholars stood there in a daze. Why did he leave?
"Why did Master Fan leave?"

"I should be back."

"She won't be back, didn't you hear? She's going to look for Zhou Ping."

"Who is Zhou Ping?"

"A young escort from the Yan Family Escort Agency."

"A warrior actually let Master Fan leave us here?"

Several scholars found it incredible when they learned that Fan Shiyi threw himself here for Zhou Ping.

Although Confucianism was weak in combat power, it was highly valued by the imperial court.

A martial artist of a certain rank could die inexplicably, but if a Confucian scholar of a certain rank died, he would definitely be thoroughly investigated by the court.

"We are the best scholars in the entire Qinghe County. How could Master Fan leave us here for a crude warrior?"

"Yes, we are the only ones who can enter the Confucian School in Qinghe County."

"Yes, yes, I don't believe it either. Is there anyone in Qinghe County who Master Fan respects more than us, and who can talk to Master Fan?"

There were still some scholars who couldn't believe that Fan Shiyi would abandon them in the wilderness for a warrior.

Several scholars didn't believe that Fan Shiyi would really abandon them here, so they stayed where they were.

At nightfall, several scholars were still there.

It's cold at night in the mountains.

Finally someone said something.

"I think we should leave. Master Fan won't be coming back."

After this man finished speaking, several scholars looked at each other and admitted that Fan Shiyi would not come back.

They don't understand who this Zhou Ping is.

In the tunnel, Fan Shiyi was riding a pony and running forward madly. She learned from He Yunqing that Song Tianlong was going to cause trouble for Zhou Ping.

"Seventh rank, that's seventh rank!" Xiao Qing was spinning around Fan Shiyi's shoulders like crazy. She knew what seventh rank meant. "Why did you choose to climb these two days?"

Xiaoqing knows how powerful the seventh rank is because she is a seventh rank.

It would be unimaginable if Zhou Ping encountered a seventh-grade person.

Fan Shiyi did not retort. She knew that if Zhou Ping really met a seventh-grade person, he might not survive.

Quiet night thoughts, fine grape wine in the luminous cup, and stopping the car to sit and make love.

Fan Shiyi couldn't help but think that in addition to being able to write poetry, Zhou Ping could also understand his secret code.

For example, when the ghost bride was possessed, Xiaoqing didn’t understand what it meant to “catch the two ringleaders first.”

"Zhou Ping, you are such an interesting person, please don't die." Fan Shiyi rode his horse a little faster.

In the tunnel.

In front of Zhou Ping was Song Tianhu, and behind him was a stone wall approaching him.

Song Tianhu was like a wall standing in front of him.

"Control the object!" Zhou Ping's mind was divided into two.

The object control technique suppressed the stone wall, while the magic sword Thousand Blades was used to deal with Song Tianhu.

At the same time, Zhou Ping threw the vajra away with his left hand.

Vajra is the instrument of Pudu Cihang, and it also has the effect of blessing one's strength.

The vajra did not break the stone wall behind it, but it eliminated 30% of its thickness.

"Die!"

This move of Song Tianhu has reached the pinnacle of seventh-grade strength.

Even a sixth-grade cultivator wouldn't dare to take this move head-on.

However, Zhou Ping simply blocked the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades in front of him.

Song Tianhu's eyes lit up with joy. He had killed ten people with this sword before.

With one blow of the sword, he cut the ten men in half.

As for weapons, quite a few of them were chopped off by Song Tianhu.

Many people thought they could block this sword, but they didn't know that under this sword, many weapons and people were cut in half.

The long sword fell on the Demon Sword Thousand Blades.

Zhou Ping couldn't help but take two steps back.

The power of this sword was so great that even though the Demonic Sword Thousand Blades blocked it, the aftermath still forced Zhou Ping to retreat.

"Bang!" Zhou Ping blocked the stone wall with one foot.

Zhou Ping kicked down another 30% of the stone wall.

Following this force, the stone wall stopped.

Zhou Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Lingxi's finger did not trigger.

The remaining 30% of the stone wall flew backwards under Zhou Ping's control of objects.

Song Tianhu was shocked. His move didn't even kill Zhou Ping!

"It's my turn!"

(End of this chapter)