Pure Yang!

Chapter 230: Explore the memory of the Three Corpses Taoist again! The strongest man in history

The next day, Zhang Fan suggested to Wen He that they should give everyone a long holiday and stop playing Ye Buliang for two days.

Especially Lao Yu, he can no longer stay in Yujing City.

After all, Xu Qinglai came to Qingcheng Mountain because of Lantingzhu. Now that he is dead, there is no guarantee that the cause will be traced back to Lao Yu.

Lao Yu had no objection to this.

He also didn't expect that a disciple from Qingcheng Mountain would die in Yujing City.

Although Zhang Fan tried his best to assure that it had nothing to do with him, Lao Yu looked at him with an indescribable gratitude in his eyes, as if he could never repay the gratitude even if he worked like a slave in the next life.

In response, Lao Yu said nothing. A simple thank you would have seemed insincere.

After Lao Yu passed away, Bai Bu Ran bought a fish pond near Maoshan many years ago. The pond was not too far from Yujing City, so it could be used as a shelter for Lao Yu.

Now, it’s just what I need.

As for Jiang Hu, he is in Maoshan and doesn't need to come back for the time being, but he can still take care of Lao Yu.

Wen He and Jiang Lai both stayed in Yujing. They were not involved much, so it was not a big deal.

"The disciples of Qingcheng Mountain died, that's fine. Meng Qinghuan is not an ordinary person. I heard that Shangjing City has sent a working group, and it should arrive in the next two days."

On this day, Zhang Fan talked to Fang Changle on the phone and learned the latest news from him.

Meng Qinghuan's death was like a huge rock sinking into a lake, causing a thousand ripples.

Zhang Fan knew that the brief calm now foreshadowed the coming storm.

In the days to come, Yujing City is destined to be turbulent.

"I'm going to retreat for a while."

On this day, Zhang Fan stayed at home and locked himself in his room.

He took out the [Golden Cloud Treasure Box] and meditated on it for a long time.

This was his hope of merging with the gods. Back then, [Three Corpses Taoist] succeeded in merging with the gods with the help of this treasure box, and eventually he cultivated [Three Corpses Zhaoming].

However, the [Golden Cloud Treasure Box] was too threatening, and even Zhao Jiexuan did not figure out the mystery behind it at the time.

Since obtaining this treasure, Zhang Fan has spent a lot of time and effort on it, but still has no results.

"We still need to work hard on the memory of the Three Corpses Taoist."

Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something. He took out a piece of leather from the drawer and blew a breath of true yang into it. It then transformed into a human form, which was none other than [Zhang Beijiang].

After the Yinshan Xiong family repaired it, they sent it back.

When Zhang Fan was in seclusion, he still liked to use [Zhang Beijiang] to protect him. On the one hand, he was strong enough and ordinary high-level masters were no match for him. On the other hand, he was sincere enough and had no self-consciousness.

"let's start."

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, his soul entering the deepest part of his inner world.

The dark sky was endless, the night was long, and the sound of heavy chains colliding came from the deepest part of the soul.

"Here we go again."

In the darkness, the huge figure moved slowly, causing the collision of heavy chains to become more intense.

"bring it on."

Zhang Fan held his breath and concentrated. Exploring the memories of the Three Corpses Taoist was like an adventure. His soul was at risk of being buried in the passage of time at any time.

However, this is also a kind of tempering for his soul, just like forging a sword.

The more you survive, the more powerful you become.

Wow…

In the darkness, the huge figure suddenly disappeared, like a flood bursting through a dam, turning into a rolling tide, surging towards us.

Zhang Fan's soul leaped up and pounced towards the raging tide, seeing endless flashing lights rushing around his body.

His soul raised his hand and casually grabbed a stream of light, crushing it easily. The vortex that was formed carried the chaotic time and sucked it in.

In a split second, a memory of the Three Corpses Taoist slowly unfolded before Zhang Fan's soul! !
……

The starry night is long and the moon is bright.

The river flows golden, and scarlet blood flows freely, staining the reflection of the bright moon in the waves.

Corpses are lying everywhere in the desolate suburbs, no matter how cold the wind blows or how heavy the snow flies.

Under the moonlight, a young man in cloth clothes and barefoot was walking on the snow. He glanced coldly at the corpses all over the ground, then sat down beside them without saying a word.

Next to him, a little Taoist boy’s body was heaving violently, and his heavy breath turned into a white mist, slowly dispersing in the air.

His Taoist robe was stained with blood, and it didn't belong to anyone.

At this moment, the little Taoist boy staggered and collapsed on the ground.

"Hey, they're all dead..."

Just then, a big black dog checked all the bodies, stuck out its tongue and grinned.

Its eyes turned and looked at the little Taoist boy. It squinted and said, "Little mute, you have practiced the Golden Light Curse well. Killing people is as easy as drinking water. Do it often."

"Bullshit, this is the first time I've killed someone..." the little Taoist boy spat.

"Also, Taoist Master Chu Chaoran, if you keep barking like a dog, I will peel off your dog skin and make a hat out of it."

The little Taoist boy threatened viciously.

"You have such skill in killing someone for the first time. You are a born killer." The big black dog praised.

In the wind and snow, there was a man, a dog and a child.

The scene at this moment seemed to be a continuation of the memory that Zhang Fan had spied on last time. The young Sanshi Taoist and the young Chu Chaoran met for the first time. The latter was captured by the former and took the big black dog with him. They traveled almost half of China, eating and living together, and were about to enter the territory of Yujing City.

In the last episode, when the young Taoist Sanshi was practicing, something suddenly went wrong. The young Chu Chaoran endured it all the way, and finally seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and launched an attack.

Now it seems that his uprising failed and was suppressed. The man, the dog and the Taoist boy seemed to have continued on their way and were attacked and killed by some master from some unknown place. A great battle broke out and the river was stained with blood.

"Ah Yan!"

At this moment, the Taoist Sanshi called out, raised his hand slightly, and a stream of souls were grasped between his five fingers like flowing lights, making shrill screams.

"Owner!"

The big black dog turned into a residual shadow, sitting upright in front of the Taoist Sanshi, sticking out its tongue, drooling, with a face full of excitement and anticipation.

The Taoist Sanshi chuckled and immediately threw out two souls. The big black dog suddenly opened its mouth, and its sharp teeth shone white in the moonlight, like a pair of swords, and easily bit the two souls.

Suck...

The big black dog rolled up its tongue and swallowed the two souls into its stomach.

The next moment, a loud "rumbling" sound came from the big black dog's belly, like thunder. Then, all its hair stood up, shining brightly. The bright moonlight splashed on its body, like a layer of silver light, slowly seeping into its body.

"Taoism Demon Refining!?"

Chu Chaoran raised his eyebrows and looked at the big black dog, revealing a strange look.

How could he not see that, although the big black dog in front of him looked ordinary, it was actually practicing the authentic Taoist methods.

Being able to practice Taoism in the body of a demon, the luck involved is unimaginable.

"Little guy, you have quite a good eye. You are worthy of being the little disciple of Zhenwu Mountain." The Taoist Sanshi chuckled. He looked at the big black dog with a gleam in his eyes, as if he was admiring an extraordinary masterpiece.

He is not a strange species from the mountains and seas, but he practices Taoist magic.

There has never been such a big black dog in the past, and there will never be one in the future.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Suddenly, the big black dog let out a long howl, the sound was like thunder, which made people's scalps numb and blood rush to their heads. The power was so strong that it was no less than the Taoist thunder magic.

"The soul is like wine. The more you drink, the more you have." The big black dog stuck out his tongue and looked at the Taoist Sanshi with hope.

The Taoist Sanshi chuckled, took off the gourd from his waist, uncorked it, and poured the liquid into the air.

call……

The big black dog's lower abdomen suddenly shrank, and his chest rose and fell. He took a deep breath, and the void seemed to be trapped. A strong wind blew up, carrying the spilled wine, which turned into a line and flew directly into the big black dog's mouth.

Baji... Baji...

The big black dog smacked the taste, then turned and walked towards the corpse beside the river.

It held its nose high and sniffed for a long time before it stopped beside a solid and clean corpse.

"The little mute's craftsmanship is really good. It's not bloody or sticky at all." The big black dog praised.

The body had no wounds at all.

As he spoke, the big black dog looked at Chu Chaoran and said sincerely, "Would you like to have a bite together?" "I'll thank your whole family." Chu Chaoran frowned and his stomach churned.

"Ah Yan, go to the woods next to you."

The Taoist priest Sanshi called out, and the big black dog, carrying the corpse in its mouth, ran happily towards the dense forest nearby.

"Would you like to have one too?"

The Taoist priest Sanshi raised his hand, waved the soul in his hand, and invited generously.

Chu Chaoran was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said, "I don't want this evil heresy."

"Really? When I suppressed you two days ago, I fed you while you were still asleep, and you were just like drinking milk and couldn't stop." The Three Corpses Taoist chuckled.

"fart!"

Chu Chaoran's face turned red, and he stared at the Taoist priest fiercely. After a moment, he asked tentatively, "Did you really feed me?"

"Hahaha, guess what."

"I won't guess." Chu Chaoran raised his eyebrows, and instantly collected his thoughts and stopped worrying about it.

This made Taoist Sanshi look at him differently. This little ghost showed a temperament and character that were inconsistent with his youth.

"Aren't you the Wuwei demon? Why are there so many people chasing you?"

At this moment, Chu Chaoran looked at the Three Corpses Taoist and said with his eyes wide open.

Among those corpses, there were Taoist masters as well as Wuwei demons. They gathered from all directions and it was a very chaotic scene.

"The people of Dao Sect want to kill me because I am from Wuwei Sect."

"The people from Wuwei Sect want to kill me because I used to be from Tao Sect." Taoist Sanshi said indifferently.

"..."

Chu Chaoran was speechless for a moment, and after a long silence, he asked, "Who are you?"

"My family name is Zhang."

"The Zhang family of Longhu Mountain!?" Chu Chaoran asked in surprise.

"There is no statue of the god in the world, the ancestors have mercy on him and give him an empty name..."

The Taoist priest Sanshi murmured softly, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his face, such a smile was as cold as frost.

Only those who [Conferred the Gods and Established Statues] can grant the true names to the disciples of the Zhang family in Mount Longhu.

However, he was not deified and his statue was not erected, and he was rejected by the ancestors.

"Zhang Kongming... This is the name Longhu Mountain gave me..." said the Taoist Sanshi indifferently.

Such a name, like a curse, completely destroyed the last bit of friendship between him and Longhu Mountain.

"You are actually a disciple of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain." Chu Chaoran looked strange as he stared at the Taoist Sanshi.

"What's with that look in your eyes, little guy? You're so young, but you act like an old man." The Taoist Sanshi glanced at him.

"The hatred between the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain and Wuwei Sect is as deep as the sea. All their disciples have rebelled. Shouldn't Wuwei Sect set off firecrackers and sounded drums and gongs and worship you like a mascot?" Chu Chaoran changed the subject and asked doubtfully.

"You are really a born bad seed." The Taoist priest Sanshi took a deep look at the young Chu Chaoran.

According to Chu Chaoran's thinking, the identity of the Three Corpses Taoist is simply a powerful weapon to disgust the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain. He doesn't have to do anything. Just by putting it there, it is enough to make everyone in Longhu Mountain curse in their dreams.

Normally, this is indeed a natural thing to do.

however……

"The bad thing is, my Taoist name is Sanshi."

"Hmm? Is there any problem?" Chu Chaoran asked puzzledly.

"Hey, kid, it turns out there are things you don't know. After all, you are young and inexperienced."

The Taoist Sanshi grinned, pressed Chu Chaoran's head, and rubbed it hard.

"Stop it, I'm not a plaything." Chu Chaoran protested.

The Taoist Sanshi slowly withdrew his hand and said calmly: "The founder of Wuwei Sect, his Taoist name is Sanshi."

"Huh!?" Chu Chaoran's expression was slightly serious.

"Three Corpses Taoist... this title has been passed down from generation to generation in Wuwei Sect, and only the successive Sect Masters can inherit this title."

"You mean..."

"My Taoist name is Sanshi, and I have inherited the position of the leader of the Wuwei Sect... Those people are afraid that one day I will return to the ancestral temple of the Wuwei Sect. By that time, the overall situation will be decided, and everyone will have to bow down to me as their subject." Taoist Sanshi chuckled.

"No wonder everyone wants you dead." Chu Chaoran suddenly realized.

"Everyone wants you dead, so you deserve to die."

"..."

The Taoist priest Sanshi hesitated for a moment, then nodded unexpectedly: "You are right, everyone wants me dead, so they are all good people."

"Huh!?" Chu Chaoran was stunned.

"They think my edge is not sharp enough, not fast enough, so they use their lives as my whetstone."

The Taoist Sanshi grinned and looked at the corpses beside the river.

“This is like entering the devil’s way.” Chu Chaoran bowed his head.

"You little brat, you're pretending to be me, right?"

The Three Corpses Taoist glanced at him sideways, raised his hand and pinched Chu Chaoran's little face.

"It hurts!" Chu Chaoran screamed.

"Do you know why I told you so much?" The Three Corpses Taoist did not let go, but leaned close to Chu Chaoran's ear and chuckled.

"Why?" Chu Chaoran seemed to have tears in his eyes, and the pain was really piercing his heart and lungs.

"Because you will be dead sooner or later."

"Did you see it? One day I'll make you like them, and serve as a snack for Ayan." The Three Corpses Taoist pinched Chu Chaoran's face hard with his hands, laughing happily.

At this moment, the young Chu Chaoran stopped shouting.

"Huh!? Why don't you scream?" The Three Corpses Taoist asked curiously.

"Are you trying to scare a child?" Young Chu Chaoran glared at him fiercely.

"You'd better let the big black dog chew all my bones, otherwise I will deal with you sooner or later."

Chu Chaoran raised his little fist and gritted his teeth, saying, "I will never reconcile with evil."

"Hehe, that's interesting..."

The Taoist Sanshi laughed loudly, loosened his hands, and looked at the young Chu Chaoran, laughing even more happily.

"Heroes always emerge in troubled times, and ordinary people never emerge in peaceful times... Little ghost, if you don't die, your future will be limitless."

"You want me to say it!?" Chu Chaoran said indifferently.

"In such a chaotic world, there will always be a few names that shine like a big star and will be passed down to future generations forever..."

The Taoist priest Sanshi looked at the vast sky and the shining stars, and a different kind of light shone in his eyes.

Chu Chaoran looked at him, looking at the eternal stars reflected in his pupils.

"Perhaps, your name and mine will be among them." Taoist Sanshi chuckled.

"I don't know if my name is on it." Chu Chaoran shook his head: "If your name is on it, it will definitely be infamous for eternity."

"I really want to tear your mouth apart." The Three Corpses Taoist laughed.

"We have to gather a group of people first, so that those who know us will be terrified and unable to move when they hear our names..."

"Don't talk about ours, I'm not familiar with you." Chu Chaoran retorted.

“Before the leaders of the Wuwei Sect achieved great supernatural powers, they all had protectors called the Thirteen Zodiac Signs. I have to find thirteen partners.” The Three Corpses Taoist murmured.

"I know, thirteen stink bugs." Chu Chaoran said disdainfully.

"The thirteen zodiac signs, headed by human." Chu Chaoran grinned and looked at the younger Chu Chaoran next to him.

"How about you become my zodiac sign?"

"Ren Xiaochu is so great!"

The Three Corpses Taoist pinched Chu Chaoran's little face and laughed heartily.

(End of this chapter)