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"You calculated it so accurately?"

Chen Jianming was stunned. Was this old man really that powerful?

He has indeed killed quite a few Japanese soldiers these days.

"I have other matters to attend to, so I will not disturb your enjoyment any longer. Farewell."

The old Taoist priest's expression changed, and he got up to leave.

"One, two, three, fall!"

Chen Jianming didn't try to stop him. He took a sip of tea, sat down, and silently counted a few numbers.

Just as he counted to three, the old Taoist priest, who hadn't taken more than a few steps, suddenly felt dizzy and his body swayed.

"Young friend, you..."

He turned around abruptly, but before he could finish a sentence, he lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

"So good at talking nonsense, I thought he was something special!"

Chen Jianming stepped forward and kicked the other person.

This won't work either; under the influence of the drug, they can't even last three seconds.

I was really stunned just now. I really thought this old Taoist priest had some kind of magic power, and I was afraid that the sleeping potion wouldn't work.

It wasn't that he coveted any magical arts or techniques.

He had some doubts from the moment he met the old Taoist priest, which is why he invited him into the house.

After some interaction, he determined that the old man was indeed a Japanese soldier in disguise.

What kind of Taoist priest doesn't even have a temple and just wanders around in the mountains all by himself?

Moreover, one of the Japanese soldiers he had killed not long ago remembered this old man.

"Interesting, it's really one link after another. I wonder if this old Japanese devil can reveal any clues."

They put the old Taoist priest into their spatial storage, dug a hole, and buried him like ginseng.

Before long, new memories flooded his mind.

There's no such thing as immortals or Taoist arts; it's all just nonsense made up by that old Japanese devil.

However, this old Japanese soldier is quite skilled in martial arts.

He learned all sorts of things, such as the Cloud Ladder, Tai Chi, and Wudang swordsmanship, and he mastered them to a very high level.

"He really has a wide range of knowledge; this old Japanese guy actually knows physiognomy."

Chen Jianming rested his chin on one hand.

No wonder the old devil suddenly wanted to leave; he must have figured something out.

Through his memory, he also learned that Taoist priests did indeed go down the mountain to kill Japanese soldiers, but after their sacrifice, the Taoist temple was occupied by these Japanese soldiers instead.

"The Taoist priest went down the mountain to kill the Japanese devils, but in the end, the Taoist temple was occupied by the Japanese devils. It's really ironic!"

Chen Jianming sighed.

This old Japanese soldier is very skilled in combat; he would be quite difficult to deal with in a one-on-one fight.

However, he wasn't afraid even without the drug; he could just shoot him down!

What era are we living in? Still resorting to fistfights!

"In Lanruo Mountain lies Lanruo Forest, and within Lanruo Forest stands Lanruo Temple."

After carefully reviewing his memories, the old Japanese soldier actually revealed some clues.

The Taoist temple where the old devil lived was called Feiyun Temple, located on Lanruo Mountain.

Opposite Feiyun Temple, there is also Lanruo Temple, which is always bustling with worshippers.

There were quite a few Japanese soldiers stationed there, some of whom actually adhered to the principle of monks not leaving the mountain during times of chaos.

"Is the temple business really that good? It's so thriving even in the deep mountains and forests?" Chen Jianming asked in surprise.

He did know about Lanruo Temple, which was located on another mountain, more than 200 kilometers away from Heiyu Mountain.

The old Taoist priest went to Heiyu Mountain to find out about the destruction of the Japanese base.

"It's a bit far, but those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are. I don't feel at ease with these little devils alive."

However, to be on the safe side, before going to clear out the Japanese devils at Lanruo Temple, he planned to practice the martial arts left behind by the old Taoist priest.

This is a good thing, no worse than the previous Taizu Long Fist.

"Damn, is this Tang Jian? That old devil has really gotten his hands on a lot of good stuff."

Chen Jianming drew the sword from the old Taoist priest's back; it turned out to be an antique Tang Dynasty sword.

The longsword was drawn, gleaming with a cold light. Even after so many years, the blade remained extremely sharp, showing no signs of wear.

"Whoosh—"

Following his memory of the Wudang sword technique, he swung it a few times and then stored the Tang sword in his spatial storage.

This is an antique after all, quite valuable, so don't damage it.

He turned around, went to the kitchen, found a cleaver, and went to the yard to practice the Wudang sword technique from his memory.

With the foundation of Taizu Changquan he had practiced before, he was able to master Zongyunti and Wudang swordsmanship very quickly.

With a powerful leap, he jumped two or three meters away!

This made him feel incredibly satisfied.

No wonder those martial arts practitioners in history were willing to fight each other for these martial arts techniques.

"With a three-foot... kitchen knife in hand, if I'm not a master, then who is!"

...

A few days later, Chen Jianming brandished a kitchen knife in the yard, making a loud whistling sound.

A series of sword shadows formed a protective shield in front of him!

He suddenly pushed off the ground, and like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath, he leaped three or four meters away.

With a snap, he stabbed a large tree outside the yard, as thick as a thigh, into which more than half of it was embedded.

"As expected of Wudang swordsmanship, it is indeed powerful. And there is also the Cloud Ladder. With this, more than 200 kilometers is nothing."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and was very satisfied.

This is still a kitchen knife; if it were replaced with a longsword, its power would be even greater.

"It's time to deal with those little devils." Chen Jianming decided to set off.

It was getting late, dusk, and the night was dark, making it easier to make a move at Lanruo Mountain.

With his feet firmly planted on the ground, he used the Cloud Ladder technique and instantly leaped out into the air.

Under the cover of night, he moved like a phantom, leaping from tree to tree, each leap sending him flying more than three meters away.

In the past, even if he ran at full speed, his stamina could only sustain him for a maximum of 100 kilometers without stopping.

Now, not only has the distance doubled, but the speed has also greatly increased. He estimates that he can reach the destination in just a few hours at most, covering more than 200 kilometers.

Even faster than Usain Bolt in my previous life!

"Awooo—"

A gray wolf howled, its eyes gleaming coldly in the night.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jianming leaped down and, before Gray Wolf could react, punched him unconscious and stored him in his spatial dimension.

The next instant, his body disappeared from its original spot and reappeared more than ten meters away.

In a forest, several hunters were sneaking up the mountain to hunt in the dark.

Chen Jianming moved like an arrow, passing by them without any pause.

"Hey? Second brother, did you just see a dark shadow fly past us?"

"There's no shadowy figure here. You must be mistaken, brother. I told you not to drink before we went into the mountains."

"I must be seeing things; it's probably just a bird."

...

After speeding along for only four hours, Chen Jianming arrived at Lanruo Mountain and saw a temple in the distance.

The temple was built in a grand and antique style, with two large lanterns hanging in front of the temple gate.

Across from the temple is Feiyun Temple, which appears somewhat dilapidated in comparison.

In the old Taoist priest's memory, Feiyun Temple was no longer inhabited.

Chen Jianming did not make any rash moves and hid behind a big tree to observe.

According to memory, this temple contained a number of firearms.

Besides, what if there's a hidden master here?

Moreover, the overnight march of two hundred li was quite exhausting, so we must be careful in everything we do.

"There's no one guarding it?" he asked, somewhat surprised.

The temple gate was deserted; there wasn't a soul in sight.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. This is a temple, and usually only ordinary people come here to burn incense and pray to Buddha, so the Japanese soldiers naturally lowered their guard.

Who would have thought that this would be a hideout for the Japanese devils?

Since that was the case, he didn't delay any longer and jumped into Lanruo Temple.

"You little devil, grandpa's here to take your dog's life!"