Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 365 The Third Bowl of Spiritual Dew

Perhaps because his injuries were too severe, the longbow monk fell down ten feet away from Jin Shilun before Jin Shilun could rescue him.

The two late-stage cultivators who came after him, one had a face as black as ink, and the other was tall and strong. They each held a top-grade magical weapon, and their wealth was not shabby among the casual cultivators.

Although the Longbow Monk was forced into a desperate situation, both of them were obviously seriously injured.

Jin Shilun felt relieved after seeing this. After all, most of the scattered cultivators in the world were just the same. If a scattered cultivator could not implement the eight-character principle of "bullying the weak and fearing the strong, seeking benefits and avoiding harm", it would be difficult for him to live for too long.

Therefore, even though the two men in front of them still had fierce expressions on their faces, each holding a sword and a spear, as bright as snow. Jin Shilun was not afraid at all, and jumped in front of the longbow monk, holding his head high, holding his chest, and shouting:
"Where did the wild cultivator come from? How dare you come here and act so presumptuously?! This is under the jurisdiction of Chongming Sect, and it is the place where all the true cultivators practice in peace. Hurry up and leave. If you walk too slowly, then don't leave. Don't blame me for punishing you for disturbing you and locking you up as spiritual slaves!"

As soon as these dozens of words came out, the two cultivators in front of them changed color.

After all, the current Chongming Sect is a big sect with many true foundation-building cultivators. The number of its foundation-building cultivators is the largest in the entire Yunjiao Province, and only the Yue Family of Hancheng can surpass it.

Ordinary casual cultivators would never dare to get involved with such a large foundation-building sect.

However, the two attackers were obviously ruthless characters who were used to making a living on the edge of a knife. They had known each other for many years and had a tacit understanding. But when they looked at each other, they continued to stab Jin Shilun's vitals with their magic weapons without any prior agreement.

"You good thief!" Jin Shilun cursed with a smile, but he never expected that his tried and tested trick would not work this time.

However, he was not completely unprepared. The blade of the scimitar in his hand glowed with light and he first cut the pike and then the long sword.

As the saying goes, "An expert can tell the difference with one move." As soon as the two of them fought with Jin Shilun, they knew how powerful he was. The latter's sword made the black-faced monk's face even darker, and the tall monk's face even longer.

At this time, the sharp weapons in the hands of the three men were temporarily separated, and the sound of metal stopped for a while. During the brief confrontation, the two sides had different thoughts.

If it were normal times, the two of them would definitely not provoke a troublesome person like Jin Shilun.

Loose cultivators also need to use their brains when robbing. They like thin-skinned and thick-stuffed fools. Who would be stupid enough to provoke these tough guys? !
Jin Shilun knew this truth, but the more abnormal the two behaved, the more he couldn't let them succeed. Not to mention that the longbow monk who had fainted was hiding the secret of Han Yundao's death, so he couldn't let them snatch it back.

Before the two people on the opposite side could make any move, Jin Shilun swung the scimitar in his hand, and the blade energy flew out, which was much more ferocious than before.

The two people on the opposite side had good eyesight and knew how powerful the attack was, so they each used their magic weapons to block it. However, they did not expect that they still underestimated the swordsmanship of the young swordsman in front of them.

Even though "Selection of Spiritual Sword Techniques" is only a low-grade sword technique of the wild rank, it is not something that can be underestimated by any minor Qi training practitioner.

The black-faced monk used his shield to block a blast of sword energy. The inch-thick spiritual steel shield was immediately covered with flying pieces. The scattered steel sand was scorching hot, and deep charred pits appeared under the yellow earth at his feet.

This guy had not expected that Jin Shilun's swordsmanship was so profound that after just one strike, the low-grade shield in his hand was almost broken into two pieces with only a thin layer of skin left in the middle.

The monk couldn't help revealing a trace of anxiety on his face. He was panicked and was about to change his magic weapon to fight the enemy when he felt a warm feeling on his left cheek.

A salty and fishy liquid flowed down his cheek and past his mouth and nose. The black-faced monk became even more panicked. He glanced at the side and saw that his tall companion had lost his magic weapon due to the shock of Jin Shilun's sword energy. His injuries worsened and blood gushed out of his seven orifices. It was obvious that he had no chance of survival.

At this critical moment, the black-faced monk suddenly calmed down: "Let's go! But we can't keep him here!"

As soon as he made up his mind, he raised his sleeves and threw out eighteen low-grade flying knives divided into six groups, each forming the power of three talents, and aimed at the vital points of Jin Shilun's body and hit them fiercely.

The latter's strength obviously had not recovered yet. He just barely came forward to block two sets of flying knives and then retreated back.

The black-faced monk took advantage of the opportunity and leaped to the dying elder monk on the ground, but did not save him. Instead, he picked up the latter's magic tools and storage bag, then pasted a precious, top-grade magic talisman on it and left.

What companions, what sworn brothers, compared to your own life and property, how can they be worth the slightest bit of nostalgia? !
Jin Shilun withdrew his knife and did not chase him. He knew the seriousness of the matter, and now the most important thing was to get the cause of Brother Han's death from the fallen longbow monk.

As for the life and property of the black-faced monk, compared with this, it was of no importance. After reporting to the sect, the external affairs elder Ye Zhengwen issued the task in the Good Deeds Hall, set the reward amount and bonus, and invited two good brothers to go and kill. There was still time.

Jin Shilun sighed again and cursed himself for his poor eyesight. He didn't see that the two men were so badly injured. He should have used his killing move later. If he had been more patient, this black-faced monk would never have been able to escape!
However, an old thief like the black-faced monk who is good at fighting is difficult to kill. Jin Shilun lost two storage bags that he should have gotten this time, but he also remembered this lesson.

Thinking of this, he let out a long breath, then smiled bitterly and sighed.

After all, the opponents were two late-stage cultivators who were accustomed to fighting. After using both sword energies at full strength, most of his own strength was also gone, making it difficult for him to fight for long.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Thunder Seed that he had just acquired as a trump card, it would have been a bit of luck that he was able to win this time. Why was he still thinking about the other person's storage bag? !

Jin Shilun was very careful, silently reciting the "Tranquility Sutra" to calm down his arrogance. But there was a sudden sound of wind in his ears, which made his hair stand on end, and he drew his sword to meet the enemy.

"clang" an ink-black feather arrow was cut into two pieces by the scimitar and fell into the yellow earth.

At this time, the longbow monk who pretended to be unconscious coughed up a mouthful of blood and forced his eyes open. The surprise in his eyes could not be concealed, and he spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "You still have the strength left?!"

"I was just guarding against you," Jin Shilun said with a gloomy face. He took the longbow monk's precious bow and sealed his Dantian. When he spoke again, he did not show any anger towards the longbow monk's act of repaying kindness with enmity. He just asked in a deep voice, "Who killed Senior Brother Han? Can you tell me now?!"

"You Chongming Sect is indeed powerful. Han Yundao was quite amazing back then. You are not bad either. It is not unfair for our Lin family to lose." The longbow cultivator smiled bitterly, then his expression turned cold again. He said in a cold voice, "I want to see your family's foundation building. I won't tell you."

"It turns out to be the remnants of the Lin family in Chang County." Jin Shilun said nothing, but took off the storage bag on the longbow monk's waist.

The latter only sneered at the situation and said, "Your Chongming Sect's craftsmanship is well-known far and wide."

Jin Shilun ignored his smile and pressed several major acupoints on the longbow monk, one to stop the bleeding, the other to seal the soul, making the guy really faint, only then would he be safe.

Afterwards, Jin Shilun simply recovered his spirit and took the seriously injured monk to Chongming Sect.

Halfway through his journey, he bumped into Wei Gu, who was riding a wild bull and was coming to help him repair the spirit gathering array. Seeing his anxious look, Wei Gu was naturally curious and asked, "Junior Brother Jin, why are you in such a hurry? Is there another evil cultivator invading Chongming City?!"

Ever since the last Jia Zi Xu Hao battle, Wei Gu gave up his laissez-faire mentality that he had when he was a casual cultivator.

In recent years, Wei Gu has not only worked hard to become a formation master, but also relied on his accumulated experience and sincere learning to become only one step away from becoming a first-class top-grade formation master. He has also broken through to the sixth level of Qi training, so he won't have to wait long to become a late-stage cultivator.

If he achieves the previous achievement, Wei Gu will become the first formation deacon since Sect Master Kang took charge of the sect;
If one could achieve the latter accomplishment as soon as possible and become one of the few late-stage cultivators among the inner sect disciples, he might be favored by the sect master or the elders, and be promoted to a true disciple or even directly accepted as a disciple.

Therefore, Wei Gu has not left the sect in recent years unless under special circumstances. He would only take time out to help when invited by the head disciple like Jin Shilun.

So when he saw Jin Shilun in such a hurry, Wei Gu felt eager to try it out.

You know, nowadays Sect Master Kang and the other elders of Chongming Sect are not as easy to see as they were in previous years.

Wei Gu was relatively better off, after all he was still a formation disciple and in terms of seniority he could be considered an elder, so he could always be seen during the holidays.

The same cannot be said for other new disciples. Perhaps they may not see the true appearance of a few foundation-building practitioners even after several years of practice.

However, in recent years, even for someone of Wei Gu's status and position, the chances of leaving a good impression on the sect's top leaders to gain extra points have become fewer and fewer.

Therefore, if he could help Jin Shilun, the defender of Chongming City, to drive out a few ignorant and evil cultivators and receive some praise from his teachers, Wei Gu would be very happy.

"Brother Wei, this..."

“This guy... This guy is the monk from the Lin family who attacked and killed me, Senior Brother Han, and Senior Brother Duan!!” Wei Gu’s eyes immediately turned scarlet, his hair pointed and his eyes were bloodshot, almost biting his full white teeth to pieces.

He grabbed the longbow monk's hair, looked at his bloodstained face for a long time, and said angrily:
"It's him, there's no doubt about it!! It was him and several other evil thieves from the Lin family who attacked us back then. Senior Brother Duan protected me and went to the Tanggu County Government Office to seek help from County Magistrate Tie to save my life. When we asked him to send troops to help Senior Brother Han, we only saw Senior Brother's corpse along the way!!" This was the most infuriating thing for Wei Gu in all these years.

He has been thinking in his heart over the years that if he had worked harder on his fighting skills, he might not have become a burden to Han and Duan, and Han Yundao would not have died.

Seeing his enemy this time, he was so excited that he almost rolled up his sleeves and pulled the longbow monk's head off.

"This bastard!" Jin Shilun gritted his teeth when he heard this, but he still stopped Wei Gu.

He had the deepest friendship with Han Yundao, and his mind suddenly recalled the scene when he first met his two senior brothers Han and Duan in Niulizhai. He wished he could chop the unconscious longbow monk into mud on the spot.

But at this time, we need to know the seriousness of the matter. Jin Shilun must save his life first.

"This guy was previously attacked by two independent cultivators. He told me that he knew who the real murderer of Senior Brother Han was, so I saved him." Jin Shilun, holding a longbow cultivator, took Wei Gu back to the direction of Chongming Sect.

The two were filled with resentment. As soon as they arrived at the mountain gate, they saw Han Xundao who was on duty under the archway.

This was unbearable, Wei Gu's eyes were filled with tears that were about to overflow.

This made Han Xundao curious and wanted to ask, but the two did not tell him and went straight to Duan Anle who was in charge of the sect. The latter had just dealt with the messenger sent by the governor Zhu Tong to urge military supplies and had a rare rest.

Now, the defense line set up by the provincial government in Baisha County is almost in danger under the relentless attack of the Yuan family in southern Jing.

As a force close to the Gyeonggi faction, Chongmingzong was just a bystander, but he also knew the principle of "the lips and the teeth are in danger when one is gone."

The battle of Laoniushan had not been over for too long, and the red words on the tombstones of Chu Huer and others had not faded. Not many people had forgotten the tragic days when Chongmingzong faced the sword and war as a frontline soldier.

Jin Shilun did not delay and explained the matter clearly in just a few words. Duan Anle's usually calm face suddenly showed a trace of anxiety. He grabbed the longbow monk's bun in Jin Shilun's hand, and then did the same thing as Wei Gu before, looking at this man's face for a long time, and then sighed and said:
"It's him, no doubt about it."

"Second brother, this guy wants to see the teachers before he is willing to tell us who the murderer is." Jin Shilun said angrily, and he almost squeezed the knife handle in his hand until water came out.

"Uncle Hei Lu took Third Uncle to Tengwen Mansion. Master has been in seclusion for seven days. Second Uncle is refining the blood of the second-level black-eyed white ape. Uncle Ye went to Jin County to inspect the local soldiers because Master was away. Uncle Pei is also in seclusion. According to Third Brother, they are all preparing to transform their spiritual energy into liquid. They must not be disturbed."

Duan Anle counted on his fingers and found that the only elders who were still available were Zhou Yixiu, Sun Fu and Niu Kuang. However, the former never cared about these matters, and the latter two were unlikely to gain the trust of the longbow monk.

It was difficult to meet this guy's demands at the moment.

“How about going to look for some mistresses?” Jin Shilun really didn’t want to wait even a moment longer.

Duan Anle thought about it and felt that this was a good idea, but before he spoke, he swallowed his words back and said softly, "Let's ask Junior Brother Yuan to treat this guy first, and then I'll talk to him and make a decision."

Although Duan Anle was younger, he had been a senior brother in Chongming Sect for many years and often managed the affairs of the sect, so he had accumulated a lot of prestige. His words had made it clear, so Jin and Wei could not refute them.

Wei Gu hurriedly went to find Yuan Changsheng, who was now an advanced alchemist. However, Pei Yi had been fully devoted to the preparations for the foundation-building in recent years. Most of the time, Yuan Changsheng took advantage of the support from Master Kang and sought advice from several alchemists sent by the Fei family on his practice.

Therefore, Yuan Changsheng's progress in practicing alchemy was not slower than Kang Dabao expected. In just a dozen years, Yuan Changsheng would be able to advance to a first-class intermediate alchemist.

But if he wants to go further, Chongming Sect will not be able to provide any help. After all, it is not a wise move to invest a large amount of resources in a junior like Yuan Changsheng who has average alchemy talent.

The longbow monk was seriously injured. Even though Yuan Changsheng was busy and sweating profusely, he could only barely save his life.

During this time, Jin Shilun also looked through the storage bag of the longbow monk with ease. After looking through it, he said that it was no wonder that the two wandering cultivators were determined to take the longbow monk's life. It turned out that there was a reed flower pill in the bag that could increase the probability of building a foundation.

The temptation is so great that it is difficult for ordinary people to suppress their greed.

After the longbow monk opened his eyes and drank the bowl of spiritual water handed to him by Yuan Changsheng, he smiled at Jin Shilun and said, "Where is your master?"

"This is my senior brother Duan from the Chongming Sect." Jin Shilun replied in a cold voice.

This time, the longbow monk had some strength. He looked at Duan Anle carefully for a while before saying:
"I recognize you. Your name is Duan Anle, right? You have been quite powerful these years. I heard that even some independent cultivators who have established their foundation are willing to treat you as an equal. You seemed to be among the Chongming cultivators that Uncle Jiu and I were chasing after back then, right?"

When Wei Gu heard this again, he became even more furious. He took out a jade ruler and was about to smash the longbow monk's mouth.

Yuan Changsheng stopped Wei Gu with tears in his eyes. He and his younger brother Yuan Ruyi were raised by Han Yundao since they were young. Now that both brother are no longer in this world, he is naturally sad.

But at this moment, he was more stable than Wei Gu, who was much older than him, and he just kept persuading him, "Brother Wei, calm down and listen to him."

"It's Duan, Duan also remembers you. Your archery skills were quite good back then, and my Falcon was almost killed by you." Duan Anle said in a calm voice, with no sadness or joy in his tone.

"Well, let's not talk about anything else. You are the one who can make the decision. Let me tell you." Even though the life and death of the longbow monk was in the hands of his enemy at this time, he still looked reckless.

He glanced at the people in the hall who were looking sad, and then he said calmly, "It was Guixiang who killed Han Yundao back then!"

"What?!!!" The most surprised person in the scene was not anyone else, but Jin Shilun, who had captured the longbow monk and brought him over.

He instantly remembered the very warm smile of Gui Xiang that he saw in the market. The Heavenly Thunder Seed was clearly lying quietly deep in the storage bag, but it burned his skin red and caused him to frown in pain.

"My Lin family has declined, and has been ostracized by the other two families in Changning Sect in recent years. So I went out to study abroad for several years. In a shop in Anshuifang, I saw my uncle's golden gourd magic weapon and your Han Yundao's flying sword.

The old cultivator who sold these two instruments was very good at bargaining. The store owner charged a high price, but he was reluctant to lose money, so he kept them there until I came! !
I bought back Uncle Jiu's golden pumpkin magic weapon, and spent more than half a year getting close to the store owner. I made up a story about the seller, and used it to buy information from Wuweilou - it was Guixiang! Guixiang killed my Uncle Jiu and your Han Yundao, but he put the blame on my Lin family! ! "

The hall fell silent for a moment, and Duan Anle looked at the longbow monk again.

The latter had obviously had some luck in recent years, otherwise he would not have had both the Reed Flower Pill in hand and the spirit stones to buy information at the Fearless Tower. It was probably because of this that he was targeted by the wandering cultivators as a fat sheep.

However, these things were of no importance to the people in the hall. Duan Anle pondered for a while before speaking: "Since you have told us everything you know, why should we spare your life?!"

The longbow monk was not afraid, and laughed carefreely: "Haha, who in Yunjiaozhou doesn't know that your master is a man who will take revenge for any slight, and is good at bullying women? Since I fell into your hands, I never thought that I could return with my life.

"I have many ways to get information from you, the true cultivator of the foundation building. I only ask that after your family knows that Guixiang is the murderer of Han Yundao, don't forget this hatred just because he is now the son-in-law of the Yue family. I only ask you to tell the Lin family about this matter, so that the elders in my family can remember the revenge of my uncle Jiu!"

Duan Anle nodded, his eyes full of admiration, and said softly, "Fellow Daoist, take care!"

"Pah" a round object rolled down. Duan Anle was a careful person and had prepared ice talismans in advance to lock the bowl-sized scar of the longbow monk, so that the room was not filled with fishy smell.

"Second brother, you should talk to Master about this." Jin Shilun was a man with his own ideas. When he calmed down, he realized something was wrong.

Duan Anle lifted the head upside down from the ground. His expression remained unchanged, but his tone was full of anger: "I know, but I can hardly hold it back!"

"Let's go and wait outside the Master's courtyard!"

————Inside the Master’s Cloud Room
"Drip, drip, drip" drops of colorless spiritual dew were dripping from the gourd mouth. Master Kang's face was very serious. He only breathed a sigh of relief after watching the last drop of spiritual dew fall into the large bowl.

He didn't know that his disciples were waiting for him outside the courtyard. He just sighed and thought: "I wonder if the second brother's chance of building a foundation will increase after taking the spiritual dew for the first time and improving his aptitude?!"

(End of this chapter)