My enemies became my companions

Chapter 466 This is the Sword Immortal (Two in One)

The towering body of the iron tower filled people's vision. Lord Niu finally showed his true form, which was a fighting bull that no Taoists had ever imagined. This beast was so ferocious, with ox horns and a dragon body, and was often known for its ferocious and cruel nature. The fighting bull was embroidered on the uniform of the third-rank military officer, also known as the bullfighting suit.

The bullfighting man slowly spread out his palms, and his sharp claws seemed to cut through the darkness. He still stood on his legs, smiling and gazing at the Taoists as if he were gazing at fish on a chopping board.

"This... has thick skin and meat, and a rich aroma of fat in the belly. Please cut it into larger pieces, chef."

It pointed at a person and the fat Taoist priest it pointed at trembled and shivered all over.

"The guy next to him is just skin and bones, not much meat, and is dried and hung as bacon."

"This one is thin on top and thick on the bottom. It's perfect for soaking in wine!"

After ordering a few people in succession, Douniu's eyes fell on Zhao Deshan.

It said slowly: "Old bones, not much flavor, use them to make soup."

Zhao Deshan's face turned pale, and the Taoists behind him also looked ashen. They only heard that there was a demon causing chaos in this place, so they disguised themselves as scholars to slay the demons and eliminate the evil. It was also led by his uncle to accumulate experience for the disciples. They originally thought that it was at most a bull demon of some magnitude.

Douniu saw all of this, and the evil chefs were also ready to go, with the sound of sharpening knives ringing again and again.

Perhaps because he was a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger, when the bullfighting gaze swept over him, Li Huiyue shouted, "How dare the demon take human life!"

Hearing this shrill rebuke that was no longer in a pinched voice, the bullfighting man's mouth opened slightly and laughed wildly, actually looking quite surprised.

"Hey, a woman dressed as a man?
I don’t know what it tastes like to eat breasts raw!”

As soon as the words fell, the bull's body swirled up like a black wind, and a brutal leg shadow hit him on the head!
In an instant, the leg swept over like a mountain. Zhao Deshan pinched the golden light seal with one hand and threw the talisman with the other. With a bang, thunder suddenly appeared and exploded above the leg shadow. The latter's attack was slightly reduced, but it still swept the golden light around Zhao Deshan fiercely.

The golden light shattered, and the remaining force hit the middle-aged Taoist priest. He retreated several steps, felt a sweetness in his throat, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Deshan didn't even wipe off the blood as he shouted, "Start the battle!"

The disciples finally reacted and quickly raised their swords to form a formation. A halo of light rippled up in circles. The outer the circle, the finer the light. Faintly, a dim roar could be heard. The Wanshou Palace's way of survival was the Divine Thunder Method, and these fine lights were exactly lightning.

In addition to the bullfighter, Hu San and two cooks were also awake on the field. When the three monsters saw that the Taoists were setting up a formation to harm their master, they picked up their weapons and rushed forward with roars.

"Come die!"

How could Li Huiyue and others in the main formation see them breaking the formation like this? They pointed their swords repeatedly and chanted a spell:
"Nine Heavens Mysterious Sky Imperial Decree."

Three bolts of lightning as thick as little fingers suddenly appeared, hitting the demon directly. Its body was cracked by the lightning and it fell to the ground headfirst.

The bullfighting glared fiercely.

"Damn it, kill my chef!"

Zhao Deshan took advantage of the moment when Fighting Bull was distracted, chanted an incantation and raised his sword to grab Fighting Bull's neck. The latter turned around with a sneer and slapped him with his palm. The face in front of him suddenly became dark. Although the peach wood sword, which had always been effective in slaying demons and monsters, hit Fighting Bull's palm, it was like hitting a stone with an egg. Fighting Bull's claws were as thick as iron and did not move at all.

Before Zhao Deshan could draw his sword, he saw another claw grabbing his ribs. Even though he stepped back suddenly, the sharp edge still tore through a layer of flesh, revealing his white bones, and he fell to the ground.

"Uncle Master!"

The Taoists shouted loudly, pointed their swords together, and lightning shot straight at the bullfighting.

The bullfighting moved sideways, and the lightning passed by him, hitting the beam. A corner of the inn collapsed with a loud bang, and smoke and dust rose up, spreading like fog. Then a figure was seen breaking through the fog, and the bullfighting's back twisted like a dragon, and he slapped the Shenxiao formation again!

The lightning hissed as it struck the flesh, leaving streaks of blood. Even so, the palm of his hand fell down, and Douniu still smashed the Shenxiao formation into pieces.

The Taoists' ears, eyes and noses were all bleeding, and they were scattered under the pressure of the collapsed formation.

Fighting Bull stared down at the Taoists from above, his eyes ferocious and full of resentment.

Just as he was about to move forward, Zhao Deshan suddenly stood up and stood between his disciples and the bullfight.

The bullfight laughed out loud: "An ant trying to shake a tree!"

As soon as the words fell,

Fighting Bull immediately took a step forward, bent his knees slightly, and circles of air ripples appeared. Then a strong wind arose, and he pushed the palm of his hand towards Zhao Deshan!

Like a mountain falling down!
With one sword, he thrust forward and withstood the pressure of the mountain.

Zhao Deshan struggled to hold on, blood gushed out of all his seven orifices, his eyes bulged out, and his eyes were truly bloodshot.

He roared.
"go!"

Li Huiyue and the others stood there with dejected looks, unwilling to leave, but could only tremble.
"Uncle Master!"

What should Zhao Deshan do now that they are gone?

The force of the Bull Fighting Mountain crushed Zhao Deshan's internal organs. Blood kept flowing out of his throat, and under the heavy pressure, he spoke in a muddy voice:

"Fool, when you become a sword immortal one day, I will avenge my uncle!"

The Wanshou Palace disciples suddenly woke up and rushed out in a panic. Seeing that the fat meat that was about to slip away, Dou Niu was furious and pressed another palm with a powerful palm force, bending Zhao Deshan's body like brittle wood. The latter's eyes were filled with blood, but he was still not cut in half. In the face of death, he shouted: "Get up!"

The palm force that was as big as a mountain was lifted up one foot.

An ant is trying to shake a tree.

The bull's hair and beard were all standing on end, he was furious as thunder, an inarticulate roar burst from his throat, and he pressed down with his palm again.

Zhao Deshan still wanted to resist the palm force, but the peach wood sword that had been with him for more than ten years had already begun to show winding cracks, and then it cracked like lightning, and shattered completely with a sharp hissing.

The palm force came down from the air.

The wind was blowing wildly, and Zhao Deshan's face looked like broken porcelain, with blood streaming down his face. His lips moved, but no words came out, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming darkness.

How many of his Wanshou Palace disciples could escape?

Death was the only thought in Zhao Deshan's mind. He closed his eyes, feeling extremely sad.

call…

Suddenly a breeze blew past.

No one knew where it came from, but it suddenly rose up, brushing past the grass and trees, brushing past the jagged cracks of the broken walls, and brushing past the weeds on the mountain road. It was a wisp of fresh breeze from heaven and earth, crossing the threshold, and finally brushing away a drop of blood on Zhao Deshan's face.

There was a crash.

Zhao Deshan felt his face burning hot, his breathing became sluggish, and he stood still for a long time. The breath he took reminded him that he was still alive.

It was like parting the dark clouds to see the bright moonlight shining on the three walls. Zhao Deshan opened his old eyes.

The bull was still there, its tower-like body standing tall even after death, but there was a hideous gash between its brows, like a sword wound. No sword light or shadow could be seen, only drops of blood solidified like a bead curtain, and the majestic mountains were gone, as if a god had blown a breeze and scattered the mountains and rivers like incense ash.

Zhao Deshan, who had just been saved, had his eyes wide open, his fingers trembling, and the aura of the immortals in the strange stories he had read in the past swept over him, stirring his chest and making it swell. He was stunned for an unknown period of time before he uttered, "This is a true sword immortal!"

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Passing through the winding mountain road and going straight down, the outline of Liufeng County emerged. The sound of hawking was heard beside the city gate. At that time, an old woman came out with bacon after bargaining with someone. She clasped her hands together and chanted "Amitabha". Chen Yi stepped aside to let her pass. Looking down, he could see some lonely grass on the side of the road. Coming to this small county where he met Lu Ying again after more than half a year proved that Yinjian Mountain was not far away.

The sky was dark and covered with a thin layer of mist.

There were many people on the road ahead, surrounding the yellow board at the city gate. In addition to the major national events, the board also included a wanted order, which was drawn by King Jing, who was known as the "Pure and Elegant King".

There was a hustle and bustle of people, and those who were curious had surrounded the place in circles, making it impossible to get through. The tall people blocked the view, so some people asked the people who squeezed out in front to find out what was going on.

"What could be the problem? People are sent from all over the capital to arrest thieves and traitors. This man once held a high position in the government, but he was busy with corruption, abuse of power and committing fraud for personal gain." said a passing peddler.

"Yes, you know who it is without having to guess." The man who asked the question nodded and said, "His name is 'Chen Yi', right? He is a beast in human form."

"A beast in human form? A beast in human form! That person deserves to be photographed by a robber - he is so ugly, how can he be described as ugly?"

Chen Yi was furious when he heard this: "You are making it up!"

"Is there anything fake in Prince Jing's paintings?"

At this time, the people around the yellow board dispersed a little. After a closer look, they saw that the person in the painting had slanted eyes, a big mole on his forehead, very big ears, disheveled hair, and a monkey-like pointed mouth. He looked like an unforgivable criminal. At the end, there were a few big words written on it: "Portrait of the bandit leader Chen Yi".

Chen Yi: "..."

Seeing that he didn't move, the peddler got angry again and ran away with his shoulder pole like a fool.

Chen Yi looked at the yellow notice again and saw a series of words, which roughly meant that this person had committed a serious crime and an order should have been issued to all places to capture him long ago, but due to obstruction by treacherous officials in the court, the order was not issued until today. Anyone who could provide information would be rewarded with 100 taels of silver, and anyone who assisted the government in capturing him would be rewarded with 1,000 taels.

When he left the capital, he was a fourth-rank martial artist. Normally, at this level of martial arts, it would not be appropriate to capture him in a high-profile manner. Moreover, he had been away from the capital for more than half a year, but the yellow notice was not posted until now. Thinking about it again, it might be that King Jing was deliberately reminding him to be careful.

It’s just this painting...

"Am I so ugly in the eyes of my father-in-law?" Chen Yi touched his chin and shook his head.

Lu Ying looked at the portrait at the city gate, then looked at Chen Yi, and said softly, "They are all the same."

Chen Yi was helpless for a moment, realizing that in Lu Ying's eyes, it made no difference what he looked like, just like in Zhou Yitang's eyes.

Without stopping at the city gate, the two of them arrived outside the inn. The shopkeeper, who was playing with the abacus, looked up casually, glanced at Chen Yi with a familiar look, then glanced at Lu Ying behind him, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh my, I was really tricked by you, little brother!"

People who do business usually have more or less some impression of every customer who comes and goes. If nothing else, it is always a truth that getting familiar with people makes it easier to do business.

Chen Yi recalled and remembered the shopkeeper of Liufeng County, and said with a smile: "That's right."

"We..." The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and sighed, "Unfortunately, there is only one room left."

"Then just one room."

"I'll get you a spacious room."

The shopkeeper flipped the key swiftly, then threw it into Chen Yi's hand.

Chen Yi reached out and grabbed it, then turned around and took Lu Ying upstairs.

When Lu Ying found out that it was a room, her eyes were calm. If it was in the past, she would have warned them righteously. When Chen Yi noticed this detail, he couldn't help but lose interest. He seemed to miss his senior sister who had been making jokes before. After entering the guest room, he opened the window to let in the wind. The mixed air in the room was blown away. Lu Ying pulled out a chair and sat down, looking into the distance. The outline of Yinjian Mountain was looming in the mist.

Chen Yi raised his legs and lay on his side on the Arhat bed, thinking briefly in his mind. He was going to Yinjian Mountain. After almost a lifetime away, he was finally going back to Cangwu Peak. The single-family building with one floor raised was quiet and peaceful, the cushions on the edge of the cliff were wrinkled, and the sound of kneeling chanting in the nameless school was still in his ears. He was familiar with every place. Looking at Lu Ying again, he still remembered the time when he was closest to being exposed. He and Zhou Yitang and his wife were only separated from Lu Ying by a wall...

At that time, he pushed his master against the wall, and the one-armed woman's angry and begging expression was still vivid in his mind.

But it shouldn't be like this in this life. Regardless of the fact that he was a beast back then, he is not so cruel now. Besides, Yin Tingxue is also on the mountain, and the little fox is watching him. If he does such a thing again, he will feel even more guilty.

Chen Yi let out a breath, and immediately began to think about how to bypass the formation of Yinjian Mountain and go to Cangwu Peak.

Yinjian Mountain is a Taoist sect for women, and this is known to everyone in the world. In order to prevent those with bad intentions, the thirty-six peaks above and below Yinjian Mountain are all connected to the mountain protecting sword formation, and if anyone breaks into the formation, the other thirty-six peaks will know. Anyone who breaks into the mountain gate privately, unless they are children, will be beheaded. Therefore, there is a saying in the martial arts world: "It is better to steal a nunnery than to go to Yinjian Mountain."

If I were caught for trespassing into Yinjian Mountain, I would be beaten to a bloody pulp even with Zhou Yitong around.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother, a group of Taoists are looking for you."

The shopkeeper's voice sounded a little anxious. Chen Yi frowned, counted with his fingers, and found out who it was. He immediately stood up, pushed the door open, and looked over the railing of the stairs. Sure enough, it was the group of Taoists he met at Tongfu Inn.

Zhao Deshan, who was in the lead, held his breath for a moment, then bowed his head respectfully, and the Taoists behind him also saluted in unison.

When Chen Yi walked up to him, Zhao Deshan lowered his voice and said, "I didn't recognize the great man. The Immortal wanted to save you, but drove you away. I hope you can forgive me."

Zhao Deshan's expression was sincere, and there was endless awe in his eyes. This Taoist priest in his fifties actually had the attitude of a younger generation.

Chen Yi waved his hand, not taking it seriously, and then asked, "How did you find me?"

"We saw the Immortal Master and Daoist Fellow Yinjianshan walking together, so we inquired along the way. Fortunately, we kept walking and caught up with the Immortal Master."

Zhao Deshan hurriedly explained to prevent Chen Yi from suspecting that they had bad intentions.

With Chen Yi in front, the Taoists looked a little uneasy, but a few of them looked at Chen Yi boldly, including Li Huiyue, the daughter of the head of the sect. They didn't say anything, but they seemed to be thinking that there was something fishy going on in their hearts. Everyone was sure that under this young face there must be an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

"Sit down, everyone." Chen Yi waved his hand and asked everyone to sit down in the front hall.

Meeting is fate. Chen Yi immediately started chatting with Zhao Deshan and learned that the latter was from Wanshou Palace and was a branch of Shenxiao Sect. This time he went to Tongfu Inn to exorcise demons because some people posted a notice and rang the bell. They thought it was just a small demon blocking the road, so they sent Zhao Deshan to lead the disciples to capture it in order to accumulate experience by having the old lead the new. However, they never thought it was a bullfight. By the way, Zhao Deshan's Taoist name is "Wang Zheng".

Chen Yi had naturally heard of the name of the Shenxiao Sect. He also knew that they were good at talismans and formations. They were not a secluded sect like the Quanzhen Sect and Taihua Mountain. They were closer to the Yinjian Mountain, Zhenwu Mountain and other Taoist sects that benefited the world. After thinking about it again, he was immediately moved.

"Friend Wang Zheng, can I ask you for a favor?"

Zhao Deshan immediately bowed his hands and refused to refuse: "I don't need to thank you for your great kindness. If this matter is not against the will of heaven and earth, we cannot refuse it."

"it is good,"

Chen Yi nodded heavily.

"I want you to kill me."

(End of this chapter)