One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 117: Avoiding War

Sun Kerui knew that her sect had only one goal, which was to make Tiandu Mountain fight against Guangyuan Prefecture and Qianshan Kingdom.

The previous Zhou Chun from Tiandu Mountain died, and Guangyuan Prefecture used the death of Meng Yanhu and tacitly allowed the people from Tiandu Mountain to come in to calm the anger of Tiandu Mountain.

She knew very well that not only the people of Guangyuan Prefecture wanted to know what Tiandushan wanted to do, but her master also wanted to know. However, these were not important, as long as the fight started.

She thought back to the day when she invited Zhao Fuyun but was ignored by him, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of revenge.

"I don't know how he will react when he sees me before he dies." Sun Kerui thought with both pleasure and anxiety in her heart.

She was afraid of failing, she was afraid of being discovered by the people of Tiandu Mountain, but now that things had come to this, she couldn't disobey her master's orders.

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When Zhao Fuyun left the market town, he felt his illusory body disappearing one by one, and then he heard the sound of a flute in his ears.

There was a person sitting on a high rock by the roadside, playing a flute under the starry sky. The flute sound was melodious but carried a sense of sadness and desolation. Zhao Fuyun turned his head to look.

It was a woman in white. Under the dim starlight, her white clothes were particularly clear. She was dressed in white and her whole body was glowing with white light. There was a sense of sadness in the sound of the flute.

Zhao Fuyun felt depressed and couldn't help but sigh: "A starry sky at night, a white-clad man playing the flute, what a beautiful scene, but it is used to kill people, it is bound to make people sad."

The woman didn't answer at all, but just kept blowing. Zhao Fuyun watched. A gust of wind blew, her clothes fluttered, and the white ribbons of her clothes flew. The wind seemed to have magical powers and blew the woman away.

The woman was like a dandelion, blown into small white flowers by the wind.

In just a blink of an eye, more than a dozen women in white were floating in the air nearby. They were blown by the wind and landed on the treetops, on the nearby stream, among the flowers, in the darkness in the distance, and some even flew high into the sky.

If Zhao Fuyun had not felt the growing sense of disaster in his heart, he would have almost thought that this loose and casual flying was a demonstration of the Tao. It did not seem like a killing spree, but more like an exchange between friends.

However, the feeling coming from the robbery talisman told him that the danger was accumulating.

At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly became louder, like a gust of wind blowing all the scattered flute sounds together.

The figures in white scattered in the shadows and starlight, but the sound of the flute turned into an ensemble. In just a moment, the originally sad flute sound turned into a surging mournful music, and he felt an inexplicable sense of detachment in his heart.

The dangerous warning signs that originally came from the robbery talisman disappeared, as if they were paralyzed and covered up.

Through his eyes, he saw ripples suddenly appear in the sky. This quiet mountain suddenly glowed under the starlight. The starlight that was originally faintly visible in the mountain became mysterious, as if covered with a layer of starlight veil.

The whole mountain became deep and mysterious.

The road home in his eyes was filled with fog at this moment, and a team appeared in the fog.

This was a group of people wearing black clothes and holding iron chains and shackles. Among them was a prison van with no one in it, as if they were there to capture people.

Suddenly a voice rang out: "Zhao Fuyun, your life span has come to an end."

The two people on the left and right in the front swung out iron chains, which passed through the void and instantly wrapped around Zhao Fuyun.

Zhao Fuyun stood there, feeling as if something passed through his body, and then a strong force pulled him up, accompanied by the sudden high-pitched sound of the flute, which seemed to pull his consciousness back.

At this moment, he felt that his soul was being pulled out of his body by iron chains, and in an instant, a chill came over him.

Zhao Fuyun felt helpless as he was dragged into the prison van. With a bang, he seemed to hear the sound of the van closing.

He tried to close his eyes and not look, and also tried not to listen to all the sounds, but he was unable to do so. Whether he listened or not, whether he looked or not, all these scenes were present in his mind.

"The underworld is hunting monsters, all idlers please stay away." Another voice sounded and spread far away.

Zhao Fuyun watched the prison car taking him into the mysterious depths of darkness. This mountain road led to the underworld.

All this happened extremely fast, so fast that it was eerie.

Xiao Yu'er was born in Fengyu Mountain. Her master was Taoist Feng and she was raised by him since she was a child. However, Taoist Feng died in Guangyuan Prefecture. When someone came to her and said that she could have a chance for revenge, although she knew that someone might want to use her, she still agreed without hesitation.

The talisman on her body was called the Wind-Breaking Talisman, which had the meaning of controlling the wind and breaking the law. She also practiced the art of illusion and the 'Netherworld Soul-Binding Altar Technique'.

The person who brought her here was a very famous Purple Mansion cultivator in Qianshan Country. Even when her master was around, she had to be polite to him.

There was a coldness in her eyes as she looked at Zhao Fuyun who was standing there motionless. She knew that Zhao Fuyun had been trapped by her "Netherworld Soul Binding Altar". Over the years, very few people who were trapped by her altar had been able to break free.

She knew very well that she had no grudge against Zhao Fuyun, but she also knew that this man had a close relationship with the person who killed her master. As long as she killed him, it would be half of her revenge. This was her consolation to herself. After all, her master was no match for that man, so when would she be able to truly get her revenge?

"There are always grudges and hatreds in the world, and they never happen without reason." She thought to herself, but the spell was still being cast. There was a hidden altar around her, with human figures, carriages, and magic flags on the altar. Everything was so strange, and glowed with a mysterious light.

Zhao Fuyun knew that he couldn't go on like this, or he would die.

He tried hard to communicate with the talisman seed that seemed to have sunk deep into his memory. At this moment, he struggled to enter a state of meditation, focus his mind, and concentrate his thoughts.

What is tested at this moment is his basic skills.

The "Ice Heart" ability that he had trained for a long time was displayed at this moment. This was not a spell, but it could force himself to calm down in dangerous and irritable situations and eliminate some external interference.

The images in his eyes, ears, and heart were slowly fading away and disappearing into the darkness, and he was searching for a light source in the depths of the darkness.

Slowly, the light source became clearer and more obvious, and finally, it came closer and then merged. At that moment, he felt warm and no longer cold. He felt like he was back home.

A familiar power surged through my body.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun, who had been standing there motionless with a confused look in his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. Fire surged in his eyes and the magic light around him was deep red.

He hooked his finger, and a flash of fire flew out from his treasure bag, landed on the palm of his left hand, and turned into a lamp, the light seemed to beat with his heartbeat.

As soon as the lamp fell into his palm, it began to flicker, and golden light pierced into the void, breaking through the darkness.

The moment the golden rays of light entered the void and darkness, the white figures suddenly began to burn. Some figures hidden in the darkness were revealed after the darkness was peeled away, and then burned.

They burn by being pierced first, and then the flames spread rapidly.

The sound of the flute was still flowing in the wind. In front of the woman in white, layers of green leaves were dancing in the wind, blocking the light.

These green leaves are by no means ordinary leaves, but magical instruments. One leaf flutters in the wind and turns into dozens of leaves, blocking the light of the lamp. Runes engraved can be seen on each leaf.

However, the fire twisted and turned, turning into a fire dragon, suddenly soaring into the sky, and then rushing down from the sky, as if a crack had opened in the sky, and fire fell into the world from outside the dark curtain. The sound of the flute suddenly became high-pitched, and the fire dragon was disintegrating. There was a sudden wind, and the fire spread in the wind, forming lines and pink dust, flying up, falling into the darkness and disappearing.

The firelight was blocked, but the sound of the flute was carried into his ears by the wind. He didn't know when the wind started to blow beside him. The wind blew into the light, but it quickly weakened. Although it didn't stop, it just made the flames shake.

The talisman with the word "Ding" in the lamp showed its power.

Zhao Fuyun stretched out his hand and grabbed the flame on the lamp, and his right hand had already grabbed a ball of thick flame.

Throw it with force.

The ball of fire was like a burning rock, roaring towards the shield formed by leaves.

The fireball rushed towards the large shield formed by the leaves with a huge impact force. In an instant, cracks appeared between the leaves connected to each other. The moment the cracks appeared, flames penetrated through the cracks.

Each ray of fire turned into a fire dragon and rushed towards the woman. The woman in white floated up like catkins blown by the wind. The sound of her flute did not stop. The fire dragons continued to disintegrate as they approached her.

Zhao Fuyun held the lamp in his hand and strode into the void. Fires surged under his feet and the light in his hand surged with brilliant light. He felt an inexplicable force in the void that was disintegrating his own magic power, making it impossible for him to gain strength for his soaring body. It was like a person running on the sand with his feet constantly collapsing.

"Burn!" Zhao Fuyun pointed at the woman in white. A green leaf blocked her way, but a burning feeling had already surged in her body and mind.

Thoughts surged in her mind, and the intention to break the law surged, trying to disperse the flames that were surging in her body, but this flame seemed to be extremely resilient and stuck to her consciousness.

This flame is not an ordinary flame, but a divine fire.

At this moment, she saw Zhao Fuyun's finger moving in the air, and she seemed to see a golden light passing through the air.

"Destroy!"

As the spell was chanted, she felt a golden sword light slashing down in her consciousness. She could only stir up a gust of wind to try to blow it away. However, at this time, there was already fire burning on her body. Amid internal and external troubles, the power of the wind to break the law was not strong.

Moreover, she didn't have time to block that golden light. She didn't even know if she could block it normally. Her wind power and consciousness were instantly cut off.

"This person is so strong." This was Xiao Yuer's final thought. She had tried her best.

People are like white butterflies, their wings folded in the wind and they fall with the wind.

Her eyes reflected a person standing on each of the peaks on both sides of the mountain valley.

One of them was the famous Purple Mansion cultivator from Qianshan Kingdom who asked her to come here, and the other was a female Taoist wearing a red Taoist crown.

The female Taoist was dressed in a dark black Taoist robe, with her hair tied up and a tall crown on her head. Her phoenix eyes stared at the top of the mountain opposite.

Above her head, the stars seemed faintly brighter.

On the top of the opposite mountain, there was a man standing there, with a clear light all around him. He didn't have any special aura, but he seemed to have merged into one with the mountain.

Zhao Fuyun was shocked by the sudden emergence of these two auras, but after seeing Xun Lanyin, he did not stay any longer. He knew very well that if these two people were to fight, he would only become a breakthrough point for others if he stayed here.

So he quickly crossed the valley road and headed towards Guangyuan Prefecture.

Guangyuan Prefecture is already in sight, but the city gates of Guangyuan Prefecture have been closed.

He jumped up and climbed to the top of the city wall.

As soon as he reached the top of the city wall, he felt someone watching him in the darkness. Turning around, he saw a man wearing a samurai suit and a white samurai scarf. He was staring at him, as if he had always been there.

Zhao Fuyun was surprised that he had no feeling at all before. He was like a statue. It was not until he reached the top of the city wall that his eyes suddenly became sharp, which caught his attention.

Zhao Fuyun felt that perhaps he had been seen by him even when he was far away.

The other party didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly with a knife, watching.

Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but salute the other party. Seeing that the other party had nothing to say, he turned over and jumped off the city wall.

He went all the way to his home. A lot happened tonight.

One assassination, the other ambush.

They were all extremely dangerous, but fortunately we all survived.

But why did the feeling of danger grow stronger the closer I got to home?
Tonight's dangerous assassination was like an onion, peeling off layer by layer, and there was another layer after each peel.

Although Zhao Fuyun was not injured, he was mentally exhausted.

Although both fights seemed to last for a short time, they were both extremely exhausting.

The closer he got to home, the stronger the feeling of danger became. He couldn't help but wonder, is there someone lying in ambush in his home?

So he turned around and headed towards Daoziyuan.

Many monks have an intuition about danger when they are in a state of meditation, so many of them will minimize their presence and hide themselves as much as possible when they attack others.

Zhao Fuyun entered Daozi Courtyard. Since he did not try to hide his presence too much, he soon alerted the junior fellow from the lower courtyard who was in charge of night watch.

"Senior brother, why are you here?" Lu Yang asked in surprise.

"It's okay, just continue meditating." Zhao Fuyun did not tell him about his experience tonight.

He didn't want anyone to know that he had the ability to foresee danger.

If this news gets out, it's inevitable that someone will come up with a targeted method.

However, the more casually Zhao Fuyun spoke, the more Lu Yang felt that the matter was not simple, because Zhao Fuyun had never had the experience of suddenly returning to Daoziyuan at night.

So, he was also cautious and alert.

The lights in the corridor of Daoziyuan were lit sporadically. Here was a magic circle set up by Zhao Fuyun himself, and the Red Flame Divine Lamp placed on the table in front of him could immediately become the base of the circle and enhance the power of the circle.

There was wind blowing in from outside, and when it blew near the lamp, it immediately dissipated, leaving the lamp without a single movement.

　I was in a bad mood today and couldn't concentrate on writing. However, this chapter has more than 4,000 words.

　　
　
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