Chapter 37 The Song Dynasty is destroyed (two in one)
In the eyes of Chu Zheng, both the Huanling Sect and the Yeguang Pavilion are all the same thing.
The Immortal Sect treats mortals like ants, but he is a human being, a mortal, not an immortal.
Song Lingqing's death and the reaction of the Phantom Spirit Sect made Chu Zheng understand a lot of things in an instant.
Yeguang Pavilion has never taken action and made a fuss about the Song family. I am afraid that the drunkard is not interested in drinking. What he really wants to kill is Song Lingqing, the hidden dragon.
Now that Qianlong has drowned in the deep sea before ever leaving the abyss, there is no need to worry about the Song family anymore.
No matter who lives or dies, Jiang Cunhu and Fu Quanliang have no meaning at this moment.
While Chu Zheng was thinking deeply, Fu Quanliang on the side was already stunned.
Destroy the Phantom Spirit Sect...
These few words seemed to ignite the blood in his bones for a moment.
Why must he die? ! Is his life cheap? !
Fu Quanliang's breathing became heavier. What he couldn't do didn't mean that Chu Zheng couldn't do it.
One day, maybe he will have the opportunity, just like today, to blow up the mission elder’s head with his own hands!
"Fu Quanliang...Fu Quanliang!"
Chu Zheng called twice, but received no response. He reached out and patted Fu Quanliang's face:
"Hey, wake up."
"Huh?"
Fu Quanliang broke away from the illusion in his mind, glanced at Chu Zheng, and gradually calmed down.
Chu Zheng now needs to rely on sneak attacks to kill a Lingquan realm monk. How can he destroy the Huanling Sect? He might just drag him to death.
He can now see that Chu Zheng's thinking logic is somewhat different from that of ordinary people.
Zuo Zuo is not a normal person.
"Is there any way for me to enter the Phantom Spirit Sect?"
This is the question that Chu Zheng is most concerned about at the moment.
"I didn't feel the mana fluctuations when you took action. Do you have immortal bones?"
Fu Quanliang was a little hesitant, he really couldn't figure out the way to go.
Chu Zheng immediately shook his head. If he had immortal bones, he would naturally find a way to take another path.
“If you don’t have immortal bones, you definitely won’t be able to become a disciple.”
Fu Quanliang thought about it for a moment, nodded and said:
“If you can hide the power in your body, If you avoid the entrance inspection and show the combat power of a mortal grandmaster, you can join the Phantom Sect and work as a handyman."
To put it bluntly, the power-raising realm is equivalent to that of a grandmaster, and even better. Slightly less so.
General sects welcome handymen like mortal great masters. After all, they do not need to consume cultivation resources. They can be spent with some ordinary elixirs and grains.
Some great masters who practice external skills to temper their bodies can even do things that disciples in the Yangli realm cannot do, and make a huge profit.
But the handyman is just a handyman after all, not a disciple. Compared with the outer disciples, the status is very different. If there is no one above to take care of him, he will inevitably be assigned all kinds of dirty work on weekdays.
The great master was revered as the pillar of the country in the ordinary world, enjoying all the glory in the world, and how happy he was.
There are very few great masters who are willing to live such a life in the Immortal Sect, so there are not many handymen of this type, and the number is smaller than that of the outer disciples.
As for cultivating a great master, the Immortal Sect would not do such a thing, because it would be a waste of energy. On the one hand, practicing martial arts also requires talent, and on the other hand, it is easy to cause chaos.
The strength of most young outer disciples is between the Yangli Realm and the Lingquan Realm, with the Yangli Realm accounting for the majority. In a real fight, they may not necessarily be the Grand Master's opponent.
When the number of Grand Masters is large, and their power is equal, the gap in status is so large that conflicts will inevitably arise.
Xianmiao is hard to find. Once a large-scale bloody conflict occurs, it will be a loss for the Xianmen.
Even low-grade immortal bones are much more valuable than ten great masters and are not worth taking such risks.
"What should be checked for this entrance examination?"
Hiding power is not difficult for Chu Zheng. It is easy for him to transform the Yuan Qi in his Dantian into the physical body in a short time.
The only thing you need to pay attention to is the inspection before entering.
"Immortal bones and cultivation, that's all. There is a spiritual formation before the sect. All your things cannot be brought in. Go in naked. After passing the spiritual formation test, you will be given the clothes of a handyman."
"Is this the case every time you enter and leave the mountain gate?" Chu Zheng was slightly confused, this was too harsh.
Fu Quanliang shook his head and said: "Of course not. This is only for handymen. For disciples who go out, it is another more complicated process."
There are so many methods in the immortal way, and every entry and exit of the disciples is a potential risk. , every time he returns, an elder will personally verify his identity to prevent his body from being stolen, his body changed, or heretic evil spirits hiding in the secret treasure and returning to the sect with his disciples.
Throughout the ages, countless immortal sects have perished due to internal disasters.
In the Immortal Sect that has been passed down for a long time, the sect will more or less have the methods left by the ancestors as the foundation, but many of the foundations can only protect against external enemies, but cannot stop the inner ghosts.
Thinking of this, Fu Quanliang couldn't help but feel a little excited. If he could really bring Chu Zheng into the Phantom Spirit Sect, it would be like laying a secret mine. Maybe one day, he could really blow up the Phantom Spirit Sect. God.
Chu Zheng weighed it for a moment and made a decision: "Then we will set off tomorrow."
Now that we have the news, it is natural to set off as early as possible.
Yeguang Pavilion may not necessarily care about Jiang Cunhu, but there may be some close friends who come to look for him.
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It was noon in a blink of an eye.
After receiving the news from the Phantom Sect, Song Tonghai never showed up.
Learning that Chu Zheng planned to leave tomorrow, Song Lingxue came forward and dismissed everyone in the mansion.
In an instant, there were only a few people left in the entire Song Mansion, and it was extremely cold.
In the afternoon, Chu Zheng went out and walked around Luofeng City.
There are many martial arts practitioners lurking nearby. Their news channels are not as fast as Fu Quanliang's, and they have no idea that the situation has changed.
Chu Zheng tried to communicate with them, but the process was not very pleasant. In the end, Chu Zheng brought back many corpses, both male and female.
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Night.
Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the couch and packed his belongings. He dug out the immortal sect classics that were originally buried in the ground and put them into his storage bag.
The storage bag cannot be brought into the Phantom Sect, so we need to find a way...
Wow——
The door of the house was suddenly pushed open, and Song Lingxue walked slowly Stepping into the house, he looked calm.
"Starting tomorrow, where are you going?"
"Huanling Sect." Chu Zheng did not hide anything and told the truth.
After killing Jiang Cunhu and reaching this point, he and the Song family have been cleared. The next step is to do what he wants to do.
What's more, the situation of the Song family today is no longer as difficult as before.
Learning Chu Zheng’s destination, Song Lingxue seemed a little surprised: “Why are you going to the Phantom Sect?”
“For revenge.”
As soon as the words came out, in order to avoid misunderstanding, Chu Zheng thought for a while and explained:
"This has nothing to do with the Song family. I have cleared out all the people who set up cards near Luofeng City. Tomorrow you will You can leave directly.”
Avenge Fu Quanliang, just do it casually.
The reason why I chose the Phantom Sect is simply that it looks much weaker than the Yeguang Pavilion. Among the several immortal sects around, it seems to be the best to attack.
The old lady knows how to pick out the weak when eating persimmons, not to mention Fu Quanliang, an insider to help, the Phantom Sect is almost the best choice.
Song Lingxue only believed the word revenge when Chu Zheng said it.
There is no enmity between the Huanling Sect and Chu Zheng. She is more willing to believe that the word revenge is for Song Lingqing.
Thinking of this, she slowly stepped forward to the bedside, raised her hand and pushed Chu Zheng down on the couch.
Chu Zheng: "?"
Before he could speak, Song Lingxue had already gotten on the couch and sat astride his waist.
She looked down at Chu Zheng, pulled off her hair tie casually, her black hair was falling down like a waterfall, and said concisely:
"Take it off."
Chu Zheng glanced at the moonlight outside the window, and said in a deep voice: " How about waiting for tomorrow? I like the daytime. "Absorbing the moonlight at night will increase the yin energy in the body, which will somewhat affect the combat effectiveness.
Song Lingxue did not speak again, but leaned over and bit the side of Chu Zheng's neck.
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It’s still dark.
A carriage slowly drove out of the backyard of the Song Mansion. Song Lingxue, dressed in elegant green and blue clothes and wearing a bamboo hat, urged the horse forward.
In the carriage, Song Tonghai lowered his head, his head full of white hair, his eyes were no longer as bright as before, they were muddy, and he murmured to himself:
"Qing'er...my Qing'er..."
He held several tablets in his arms, one of which was brand new and spotless.
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The next morning.
When Chu Zheng woke up, there was no figure beside his pillow.
The Song Mansion was empty, not a single ghost was seen.
There is a letter left on the table in the main hall, left by Song Lingxue.
The content of the letter is very simple. He hopes that Chu Zheng will give up going to the Huanling Sect, change places, and live a good life. He and the Song family already owe each other no need to waste time on meaningless things. .
Chu Zheng’s face was expressionless, a glimmer of light ignited in his hand, and the letter turned to dust in an instant.
Don't they owe each other?
Think simply, his Yuanyang is so precious, Song Lingxue owes him a lot.
Thinking of last night, Chu Zheng couldn't help but sigh. After all, he only had a body of sixteen or seventeen years old, with strong blood and weak concentration.
If you ejaculate prematurely so early, it will take more effort to maintain the balance of yin and yang in the body in the future.
As for regret, that is out of the question.
Fu Quanliang, carrying a long sword, stepped into the main hall and asked: "Are you leaving now?"
"Let's go."
Chu Zheng turned around and walked towards the gate of Song Mansion, raised his hand to the sky, Yuan Qi It surged out from the palm of his hand, shot straight into the sky, and turned into a raging fire in the blink of an eye.
The moment the two stepped out of the door, the fireball in the air suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of fire that filled the sky, covering the entire Song Mansion in a snap.
In the realm of spiritual transformation, the flow and changes of enlightenment are like this small magic, which can be easily obtained.
In order to avoid leaving too many traces and prevent tracking, burning them all is the safest way.
The corpses brought back yesterday were also put to use at this time, at least to give the appearance of exterminating the family.
The flames shot up to a height of ten feet, bit by bit eating up the gilt plaque in front of the door.
Looking at the century-old house gradually disappearing in the firelight, Chu Zheng frowned slightly and his fingertips trembled slightly.
He never thought that one day he would destroy such a century-old monument with his own hands in order to conceal what happened here.
As a cultural relic restorer, he buried a piece of history with his own hands.
Although, to the entire world, this period of history is inconspicuous.
“Let’s go.”
Chu Zheng turned around and asked casually: “How far is this place from the Phantom Spirit Sect?”
“Not far, twenty thousand miles There are branch sects outside, and wherever you go, you can take a flying boat back to the main sect.”
"How long have you been gone when you came?"
"When I came, a senior sister sent me here. It took less than two days. As for the two of us... we just walked like this, and it only took half a month to arrive."
"Is your senior sister good-looking?"
"Of course she is good-looking..."
Under the reflection of the sky-high fire, the two figures gradually disappeared on the street, leaving no trace. .
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The fire burned for a whole day and night, and since then, Wuyang County has lost another century-old family.
A few days later, more than a hundred cavalry rushed over and stopped in front of the ruins.
“It’s still too late! What a pity.”
Looking at the ruins in front of him, Zhao Yunheng, who was wearing a python robe, let out a long sigh. When he learned that Song Lingqing had been ambushed, he immediately turned back from the capital, wondering if he could get what he had wanted.
I didn’t expect that I was still a step too slow in hurrying up.
“It’s not necessarily a bad thing that we didn’t catch up.”
Zhao Jichang on the side shook his head: “The Song family can’t handle this incredible fate even if they think about it. It’s better to touch.”
“That’s right.”
Zhao Yunheng laughed and scolded: "You have married four noble girls from the capital at once, and you are newly married every night. Naturally, you don't miss Song Lingxue."
"Is this the Song Mansion?"
Zhao Yunheng Before he finished speaking, a question suddenly came from the side.
At some point, a figure appeared in the ruins. He was dressed in a green robe and looked to be in his twenties. His skin was shiny and a little blood-red cinnabar was added between his eyebrows, which added a touch of enchantment to his otherwise beautiful face. gas.
"Who is your Excellency?" Zhao Yunheng frowned slightly.
"Answer, is this the Song Mansion?" The man frowned slightly and repeated the question just now, seemingly impatient.
"Presumptuous!"
The sound of the sword being unsheathed exploded. Such a rude attitude instantly angered the hundreds of cavalry behind Zhao Yunheng.
Poof——
There was a muffled sound, and all the cavalrymen who drew their swords were instantly separated from their flesh and bones, turning into pools of blood and mud.
In the blink of an eye, only Zhao Yunheng and his son were left in the field.
Zhao Jichang was trembling all over, his face suddenly turned pale, and he was speechless for a moment.
"This is indeed the Song Dynasty. It is my fault that I was not strict with my subordinates, and my subordinates were ignorant for a while and offended the Immortal. Don't blame me for looking at the Immortal."
Zhao Yunheng's face was solemn, and he turned over and dismounted. , vaguely protected Zhao Jichang behind him, and bowed to apologize:
"I hope that after we join the Zhao family, please spare the lives of my father and son."
After hearing this, the man slowly narrowed his eyes: "You're going to crush me with a dead man?"
"Where is Zhao Tingxian now?"
"Zhao Tingxian? Zhao Tingxian? Zhao Tingxian!"
His tone became increasingly high-pitched, and his voice shook the surroundings, causing ripples in the void.
Boom——
Before the lingering sound dissipated, rolling thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky, forming a pair of giant thunder eyes without any emotion.
There was chaos in the depths of his eyes, with Yin and Yang surging.
The moment the thundercloud appeared, the man in green robe turned pale instantly, and his expression changed drastically.
Before he could speak, a huge thunder sword fell from the sky, like a punishment from heaven, and slashed to the top of his head.
Buzz——
Not far away, Zhao Yunheng felt a breeze blowing on his face. When he opened his eyes again, the traces left by the Song family no longer existed, leaving only a bottomless abyss.
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The news of the Song family’s annihilation spread rapidly. Within a few days, it spread throughout the Zhou Dynasty and became a celebrity in the world. After-dinner conversation.
The changes in the practice circles of the nearby countries are far more dramatic than those in the mortal world.
Just the fact that Fu Quanliang went on a reverse march and killed Jiang Cunhu across the border caused some reactions among the lower-level disciples of several nearby sects.
(End of this chapter)