My enemies became my companions

Chapter 439 I'm afraid I'll ask Min Ning for help

Min Ning's lips curled slightly, seeming to be smiling.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Yin Weiying's forehead, and he subconsciously recalled the previous words.

After mocking Min Ning for a long time, she finally realized that there was a possibility that she had never thought of.

That is, what if in the future... Chen Yi can’t beat Min Ning.

Yin Weiying has been suppressed by Chen Yi since she met him. Every time she resists, she gets into trouble. She vaguely feels that her husband is invincible and even she can only use soft tactics to control him.

But now looking at Min Ning's performance, if she continues to gain experience, one day, Chen Yi's realm may be inferior to hers.

Yin Weiying's mind raced, and he noticed Min Ning's expression as he looked at him. He said expressionlessly:

"Ah."

Min Ning's surprise flashed across his face.

After not seeing her for more than half a year, has Princess Jing changed a little?
In the past, those words might have angered Yin Weiying, after all, this nun's heart was as hard as glass.

Actually, come to think of it, she must have been tossed around by that man many times and has long been accustomed to the ups and downs.

Min Ning threw the head to the ground.

Lu Ying carefully leaned over to take a look, and after comparing it, he found that the bone structure was indeed almost the same as that of the Taoist priest in gray, except that this head was full of fangs, had deep corpse spots, and had dry hair, indicating that it had been a corpse for a long time.

And the fog was much thinner than before.

Min Ning took out some water from his arms and washed his hands. After washing, he shook his hands.
"I came across this thing on the road and killed it."

Yin Weiying said calmly, "Not bad."

That being said, it's still pretty good...

The nun took a quick look and made a brief divination. She knew that the state of this demon corpse was extraordinary. If we use martial arts to explain it, its physical strength is close to the fifth level. As for the depth of its demonic evil, it can only be subdued by reaching the perfect stage of Jindan...

How come Min Ning is so strong?

Yin Weiying secretly thought that it was not good. He thought that he had made great progress in the past six months, but now, in comparison, he was nothing compared to others.

If Min Ning raped Chen Yi and beat him to his knees, wouldn't he be unable to enter the house...

I'm afraid I asked Min Ning not to kill the red dragon...

...............

Chongyang Temple.

All the bones in his body felt as if they were being chopped into pieces. Every time he moved, a frictional sound came out. His breath became tight, and his clothes were sticky with blood. He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or someone else's.

Chen Yi lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the afterimage of the sword light seemed to be coming towards him!

He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but only reacted when he was halfway up.

ended……

Chen Yi pressed his head and took a deep breath.
"hiss."

He hissed softly, feeling dull pain all over his body, and weakly put his arm down.

Images of flashing swords and shadows emerged in his mind, and memories from not long ago came rushing back. On the Jinmen Mountain Road, the wind of swords was rushing and whistling in his face. The murderous aura gave people goose bumps, as if it had substance and turned into white lines, but he didn't know which one was the real sword light.

Only guessing.

The wind and sand blew on his face, and he slashed with the sword instinctively. In an instant, metal and stone collided, and a cluster of sparks flew. The surging sword intent rushed over, and Chen Yi's wrist was still trembling at this moment.

I still remember...Gu Yanjian’s face in the wind and sand.

It was a face that was grinning and full of surprise...

The excitement of the clashing swords poured down like lightning.

"Different...different from my sword." Chen Yi muttered to himself.

"What's different?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Wuque walked in from outside the door.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment and did not rush to reply.

Wei Wuque pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Chen Yi's bed, saying:
"I heard that you fought with Gu Yanjian? And it ended in a draw?"

"It's barely a draw..." Chen Yi recalled the powerful sword intent of the Lone Smoke Sword at that time and said with a smile: "Is this considered a serious injury?"

Wei Wuque said: "This is already a serious injury."

Chen Yi fell silent.

Wei Wuque stared at Chen Yi lying on the sickbed and continued, "I heard that you said he...had a lot of fun?"

Chen Yi lowered his eyes slightly and said, "He is very strong... and pure. Even though I killed all those Western Jin spies, he didn't have any hatred at all. He even coaxed the child before fighting me, and when we finally fought... it was like playing."

Wei Wuque said slowly: "Maybe he doesn't know what a life-and-death struggle is."

"Don't know? Maybe."

Chen Yi was not sure either. He only remembered that he enjoyed the use of the Lone Smoke Sword extremely much.

At this time, Chen Yi recalled the chance encounter on the street in Shan Tongcheng. Perhaps since then, he had been keeping a keen eye on himself.

The long sword trembled as it was tapped lightly, and the unimaginable wolf-like look that was twisted out seemed to be right in front of him.

After a long while, Chen Yi came back to his senses and asked, "Where am I?"

"Chongyang Temple."

...At Chongyang Temple, Chen Yi suddenly remembered that Yin Weiying and Lu Ying came here today to seal the Sword Pond Secret Realm.

"Where are they?"

Wei Wuque pondered for a moment and said, "A bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the platform, and they disappeared. We have sent people to look for them..."

.........

By the early morning of the next day, the ghostly fog that shrouded the forest had completely disappeared.

Although the sky was still gloomy, without the fog, the view of the dense forest suddenly became wider. Min Ning walked in four directions: east, south, west and north, and no longer felt blocked by the previous circles.

After packing up their camping items, the group continued along the mountain road.

As soon as I stepped onto the mountain road, I saw a figure walking towards me in a hurry.

Upon closer look, it was none other than the Taoist priest in gray who claimed to be the Elder in Charge of Laws.

He walked several feet in front of the three men and bowed solemnly.
"I would like to thank all of you for your service in exorcising demons and defending the Dao."

The three women were a little surprised, especially Min Ning. She originally thought that the Taoist priest in gray was the one who interfered with what happened last night, but he looked so upright and honest, and it didn't seem to be the case.

Min Ning pondered for a moment and was about to speak, but Yin Weiying spoke first:

"Elder, there is no need to be polite. Just speak directly if you have anything to say."

"I saw the ghost fog gradually thinning last night, so I had some guesses. Now I see that the demon barrier has indeed dissipated. I am deeply grateful and have come here to express my gratitude."

The Taoist priest in gray paused, and then asked:

"May I ask where you guys wash your swords all the way to the top of the mountain?"

"That's right." The Taoist priest in gray sighed and said, "That's probably difficult. Over the past few hundred years, the Sword Washing Pond has suddenly encountered a major change and has been invaded by demons and monsters. The dangers along the way are beyond description. If you rashly get involved, you may easily be in danger..."

"Tell me more about it?"

The Taoist priest in gray nodded slightly and continued, "I will tell you everything I know. There are many monsters and demons along the way, but if you hold the token of Chongyang Temple, you can avoid many dangers."

Yin Weiying realized something instantly, "The Taoist priests of Chongyang Temple in the Sword Pond Secret Realm... have all turned into demons?"

"Most of them are like this." The Taoist priest in gray sighed and then sang.

"Where is the token?"

"It is in the cave where Xiaodao passed away. For many years, this cave has been occupied by Xiaodao's demons, and Xiaodao has never been able to get close to it. Today, I can finally see the place where he passed away."

…………

The roar of thunder was incessant. After walking for a distance, the outline of the mountain top became clearer. It was jagged and the edges seemed to be torn apart. It was not difficult to imagine that a shocking battle had taken place there. As Lu Ying walked on the mountain path, he could occasionally feel a hint of sword intent flowing through.

These fragmented sword intentions were like small fish swimming by, easily overlooked. However, Lu Ying felt as if they were circling around him, as if they had an inexplicable attraction to him.

Lu Ying didn't know why.

Although she was Jianjia's first disciple, her martial arts skills had never been up to par. Not to mention Min Ning, she couldn't even compare with Min Ning who had practiced martial arts for five or six years. Compared with her swordsmanship, her Taoism skills were more eye-catching.

The Taoist in gray clothes who was walking in front of him spoke eloquently:

“The Sword Washing Pool is very old. It was developed based on the secret cave of Chongyang Palace. The Quanzhen Taoists of Chongyang Temple in all generations have tempered their swords in the Sword Washing Pool. One is to practice inner alchemy and kill the three corpses and nine insects, and the other is to save the world and eliminate demons. That’s why I said that you guys got it wrong. We Taoists are definitely not the kind of people who only care about ourselves.

We Taoists do not seek afterlife, but only longevity, so we seem to be reclusive, but this is completely different from being indifferent to everything that does not concern us. "

Min Ning listened in a disjointed manner. She was never interested in matters of immortality. Although she had learned some Taoist techniques under Zhu Yu's instruction, they were only for convenience. In her opinion, who cares about the Quanzhen and the Shenxiao... they were all bullshit.

So, she decided to ask something more meaningful: "Excuse me, Taoist priest, I heard that the Sword Washing Pool almost collapsed after the battle between Loulan Sword Emperor and Sword Demon Wu Buyue. Is this true?"

Min Ning has always loved swordsmanship.

Wu Buyu, one of the three names that cannot be avoided when talking about swordsmen in the world, was the number one in the world for nearly half a century. During this half century, he was defeated by the true celestial being Xu Qi, and his martial arts skills plummeted. The last time he appeared was in the sword tomb ten years ago.

Rumor has it that Zhou Yitong, the sword armor of Yinjian Mountain, once entered the sword tomb to choose a sword. He was already on the martial arts list at such a young age. I wonder if this has anything to do with it.

The Taoist in gray robes looked reminiscent and said:

"Although I was already a lonely ghost by then, I still saw the two fighting from afar. I only remember that the sky was dark, the mountains were shaking, and countless immortal swords in the sword washing pool moved with the sword intentions of the two men. Lightning snakes rolled, and sword energy intertwined. I am afraid that the so-called sword immortal scenery is no better than this."

"What after this?"

"After that..." The Taoist in gray frowned, "There was a crack in the sky, like... a door in the sky opened... I can't remember, I really can't remember."

Some time had passed, and the Taoist in gray already had a headache on his face, as if he really couldn't remember the scene at that time. Min Ning didn't force him.

She imagined for a moment and became a little dazed. What kind of scene was that of a sword immortal asking about the sword?

Will it be the same when she goes to ask Jian Zhou Yitong next time?
Min Ning was thinking very far ahead. If others knew about this, they might think she was too ambitious. However, Min Ning has always been very confident in herself, not to mention that Yu is in charge. Although the origin of this remnant soul master is unknown, he must be very important.

The group slowly walked over a mountain road.

Min Ning suddenly frowned.

The thin mist appeared again.

For some reason, everyone's steps seemed to be a little sluggish, as if they were being held back by something.

The Taoist in gray stopped for a moment and asked in confusion:
"Why is it foggy?"

The Taoist in gray turned around, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Yin Weiying seemed to have guessed what he wanted to ask, and frowned, "The Taoist's body has been buried on the spot. I performed a ritual, and the evil should have been removed. But why is the fog coming back again?"

Min Ning narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, why?"

The Taoist in gray stood there in shock.

Min Ning had drawn the long sword from his back and stabbed straight ahead with it.

The Taoist in gray suddenly turned sideways, narrowly avoiding the sword, and exclaimed in shock:
"I know nothing about this matter. This fog has nothing to do with me!"

Min Ning did not put away his sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Taoist in gray.
"You said that this fog was created by your demonic body. Since the corpse of the demon has been removed, but the fog is still there, you must be hiding something from us."

As soon as the words fell, Yin Weiying and Lu Ying's eyes flashed, they drew their swords out of their sheaths, and made hand gestures.

Yin Weiying said slowly: "Although your body will not rest in peace after it turns into a demon, it will not prevent your soul from descending to the underworld. According to the merits of the Taoist priest's many years of hard practice, at least the merits can offset the demerits."

The Taoist in gray was very nervous and explained quickly:

"I did hide something. When I was alive, I had a golden elixir, but I was unable to ascend to heaven. After my death, I practiced hard for hundreds of years and finally achieved perfection in the golden elixir. I have the opportunity to try to transcend the calamity and ascend to heaven, so I beg you to destroy this evil obstacle. However, if this ghost fog reappears, I will never cause trouble."

Min Ning glanced at the rising mist and asked:
"how to prove?"

The Taoist in gray racked his brains and said:

"This matter... may be because the evil spirit in the cave where I passed away has not dissipated, so the fog has appeared again. The cave is close now, let me take you to see it..."

Min Ning frowned slightly.

The gray-robed Taoist who claimed to be the Elder in Charge of Law had concealed something before, and it was unknown how much of his words were true or false, let alone whether there was a trap. But if I don't go with this Taoist to find out the truth, I'm afraid I'll be trapped in the ghost fog again.

Unable to make a decision, Min Ning asked in his heart: "Zhuoyu, should I go with him?"

Zhou Yitang glanced at the confused Lu Ying.

"Follow me."

After Min Ning got the answer, he said to the Taoist:
"Okay, I'll trust you for the last time."

The Taoist in gray bowed his head hurriedly and thanked them repeatedly. He did not dare to refuse and led the few people towards the cave without stopping.

The atmosphere was originally a bit casual, but then the ghost fog reappeared and no one wanted to chat anymore, so the atmosphere became dull.

When he pushed aside the branches, the squeaking sound of dead leaves being crushed pierced his ears, and Lu Ying felt inexplicably unbearable.

The cave that the Taoist mentioned gradually came into view.

Lu Ying calculated with his fingers and found that there was no danger, but he still approached cautiously.

She watched the Taoist in gray slowly enter the cave, but he did not come out for a long time.

The three of them couldn't help but wonder, and after confirming that there was no danger, they moved closer to the cave.

At this time, Yin Weiying discovered something and exclaimed:
"Yu...Bai Yu?!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Lu Ying saw an old, threadbare futon covered with a thick layer of dark dust. In sharp contrast, the surrounding area was littered with white feathers, which were still as shiny and flawless as new after hundreds of years.

Lu Ying suddenly thought of a word: ascension to heaven.

When I turned around again, I saw the Taoist in gray standing there.

He first pretended to cry, then burst into laughter.
"It turns out that Xiao Dao has already ascended...

What kind of soul is this? It's just three beheaded corpses."

There are both sadness and joy, and you can neither cry nor laugh...

(End of this chapter)