I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang Hu’en, who was trapped in the space, returned to "Jianghu Road". He woke up by a bonfire and forced himself to get up with his injured body.

"Amitabha, the injury you have suffered has already damaged your meridians and is not easy to move."

Zhang Hu'en looked at the voice and saw an old monk in white robe sitting next to him, sitting next to him with a bearded man with a dull look on his face and a middle-aged woman with a deep revenge.

"You saved me?"

"Amitabha, you have realized that you are deeply trapped in the devil's path and cannot extricate yourself. You should turn back as soon as possible. Please know..."

Zhang Hu'en didn't want to hear his silences. Since he knew that his identity had not been killed, it means that the old monk didn't want to kill him at all. So he forced himself to stand up. The chaotic internal force in his body was suppressed by his thoughts. He saw the direction of the North Star in the sky and was about to go to the north. However, the old monk took advantage of his unpreparedness and pointed at his back. A pure and domineering internal force immediately poured into Zhang Hu'en's body. His hands and feet were numb and fell to the ground with a pounce. The depressed aura in his heart gushed out and shouted:

"If you want to kill, kill it, what's the point!"

"Xinzheng, do you know that Shaolin has driven you out of the wall?"

Zhang Hu'en was shocked, but he was mentally prepared for this matter and shouted:

“So what?”

"Your teacher, Master Xuanku, and Master Fang Zheng were all implicated by you and entered the Damo Cave in the back mountain to sit in the one-day silence of the silence..."

"It just so happens that if you have a good cultivation level, will the Buddha's heart be firm?"

"you!"

The bearded man suddenly became crazy and wanted to pounce on him. The old monk white-eyed shouted:

"Te-way!"

This person was obviously very afraid of the old monk, so he could only suppress his anger and sit down again. The old monk Baimei continued:

"I have a lamp and my heart proves that you have fallen into the path of devils. All are trapped by love. All love will be impermanent and difficult to last for a long time. I have many fears in my life. My life is in danger of morning dew. I have caused worries because of love. If I am separated from those who love, I have no worries. I have no worries. I have heard that you have a high level of Buddhism. I want to take you back to Tianlong Temple to resolve the resentment and fear in your heart. Three ways!"

“…”

The big and thick beards carried Zhang Hu'en on. To be honest, Zhang Hu'en's body was indeed a bit embarrassing, but fortunately this man had brute force, and he could walk as fast as he could with Zhang Hu'en. Zhang Hu'en kept scolding and scolding was useless. The four of them kept walking towards the southwest. At this time, the world had moved from steady to chaos. robbers and bandits could be seen everywhere. Most of these robbers were trainers, but they did not have a strong master as their backers. They were not a genius, and they were unwilling to do their jobs honestly. With some brute force, they practiced the crop stance for a few days and started to help.

The clan and the mountain were kings. They did not dare to provoke the gentry, so they went to oppress the civilians and passed by the village. At a glance, they could see seven or eight robbers running out with a buffalo. The person in the middle was the leader. The guy rushed over with his head naked and dancing with a ghost-headed sword. This was the sadness of AI settings. For such low-level NPCs, brothers and tiger studios were too lazy to design their IQs, and they simply rob money and kill people when they saw people. It was so simple and mindless that the robbers in the fun did not take the first-class masters who looked extraordinary at all.

The master was not very pedantic. Seeing some brave bandits who were robbing families, he stretched out his index finger with his right hand. Several golden internal force fingering techniques rushed over, and easily and neatly killed these tragic supporting roles. NPC, even the names were not even a tragic supporter.

Seeing that Master Yideng was so strong, Zhang Huen felt hopeless to escape, and the three-way barbarians who were holding him were extremely powerful, so he had to accept his fate and start practicing the Nine Yang Divine Arts on his shoulders. The four of them walked and stopped. Perhaps Master Yideng's halo was too strong, and there were no unsightly people in the martial arts world shouting to come over to kill the scum of the martial arts world.

Master Yideng was also constantly killing monsters, and he seemed to be in the southwest, which was as if he was surpassing the Duan of Dali. After they entered the territory of Dali Kingdom, Zhang Huen's Nine Yang Divine Art had been analyzed, and the first level of Red Flame and Lie Yang was actually made by him. At the same time, the first level of Nine Yang Divine Art also brought the benefit of increasing the progress of other martial arts by 10%. If he practiced to the highest level of the ninth level, he would probably be able to use martial arts all over the world.

The meridians eroded by the internal force of Yin and Cold were healed after half a day of breathing adjustment. The internal force, which was as scorching as fire, accelerated the metabolism in his body with the help of the Yijin Meridian, and the trauma also recovered the next day. On the second day, when the Rough Man Wu Santong came to carry him, he was grabbed by Zhang Hu'en with a dragon-capturing hand, tied up and threw it into the room. He also blocked the rag on his mouth, turned around and fled north.

After Master Yideng discovered the Wu Santong tied into the room, he could only recite:

"Forget it, everything goes with the flow, but he is too angry, and there will be another bloody storm in the world."

Zhang Hu'en escaped from the county town and ran northward, running straight into the deep mountains and dense forests before stopping. He looked at the sky in the north and shook his head. He went to Zhongnan Mountain without stopping. With his strength, he could not get any benefit. The woman in red had at least a Tianji. She was only humiliated again when she was hanging on the side of Xiao Tianji.

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Zhang Hu'en stood on the hill and roared towards the north. After hoarseness, he walked down the mountain dejectedly. Now, besides practicing diligently, is there any shortcuts that can make him reach the sky in one step?

Three days later, a dirty monk lay in the grass holding a wine jar and spoke in a mouthful. The inner power of the Nine Yang Divine Art made him unable to get up even if he wanted to. The internal power of the flames ran around his meridians. With the power of mind and the Yijin Jing, he could barely maintain a defensive posture. The Nine Yang Divine Art is indeed not something that ordinary people can practice. No wonder, throughout the ages, only Master Jueyuan, who was tortured by the ascetic monks and Zhang Wuji, who was tortured by Xuanming Divine Palm, was able to practice to the highest level. Oh no, Huo Forefather Tuo is also considered one, but he was crazy until the end of his practice.

How to relieve sorrow? Only fine wine, the spicyness of the wine is similar to the violent force of the Nine Yang internal power. When he found that fine wine could temporarily suppress the running of the Nine Yang internal power, he completely became a wine jar. However, unlike alcoholics, the more he drank, the more he understood, and the more he drank, the more he felt, the more he felt, the more he was in his heart.

In the deep mountains and forests, Zhang Hu'en sat on the ground, and the Nine Yang Divine Power was stuck in the fourth level, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Did his plan to practice both internal skills fail? The scorching sun in the sky shone some mottled light spots through the lush branches and leaves of the dense forest. After Zhang Hu'en practiced both internal skills in the past few days, his internal strength became stronger, but he could not integrate the two internal forces. When running the Yijin Jing, his whole body was warm and comfortable. When running the Nine Yang Divine Power, it was like baking it on a stove. Such days kept tormenting Zhang Hu'en, half-day paradise, half-day hell, nothing more than that.

There is no time in the mountains, and the cold is approaching. From the cool autumn to the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Hu'en has lived in the mountains of Nanzhao for a quarter like a savage. His longing for Mochou made him even forget that he was making movies. In addition to occasionally returning to his own space, he could also understand his identity. Once he returned to the movies, his longing lingers like a poisonous snake. As the saying goes, there are distracting thoughts in the heart, and half the result is twice the result. Until the weather gradually becomes cold, his Nine Yang Divine Arts have improved, but later, his progress is like a snail climbing a tree, and it is difficult to make progress.

His monk's robe was already tattered and could not see the color. His worries all day long made his hair rush out again, and his whole body was unkempt, like a beggar. The fifth level of Nine Yang Divine Art and Yi Jin Jing, looking at the world, not to mention the abnormal leaders of the major sects, his internal strength can be said to be the best among the actors. At least he has stood firm in Xiaotianji, but compared with the woman in red, the deeper Zhang Hu'en's understanding of internal strength cultivation, the more he can feel the difference between himself and her.

It would be fine if that woman didn't go crazy, but she might be able to fight her, but if she fell into madness, the kind of attack that made people feel deeply in the hearts of the people and the mad dog, even if she has high defense, in this film, if she does not use the ability of the desperation of mind power, she may still be able to be slaughtered.

The rumors in the world have shown a gradual increase in recent months. First, the ancestor Xiaoyao accidentally ran into Zhuge Wuhou while traveling around. After three days and three nights, the ancestor Xiaoyao lost to Wuhou with half a move. According to the agreement, the ancestor Xiaoyao went to the Qiulong Courtyard of Jinling to enjoy the treatment of the guest minister of the Wusheng Sect. After more than a month, the marquis of Wuhou went to Gaochang, the Western Regions, and constantly used half of the forces of the Wuhou Sect to dig out the secluded Dugu Qiubai and Aqing. Aqing and Dugu Qiubai, who had already married, cooperated very well. The two worked together to defeat Wuhou Hou in 300 moves. Unexpectedly, Wuhou’s Qimen Dunjia was too mysterious. The two were trapped in the eight formation map and could not escape in February. In the end, the two had to surrender to Wuhou, and the internal force was locked by Wuhou’s Juxing Lock and escorted back to Qiulong Courtyard.

At this point, the Eight Saints of the World: the Sweeping Monk, Zhang Sanfeng, Wang Chongyang, Huang Shang, Murong Longcheng, Dugu Qiubai, A Qing, and Xiaoyao Ancestor were all beaten by the Wusheng Sect and all came under house arrest. The power of the Wusheng Sect suddenly jumped to the top of the world, making everyone in danger. Some Tianji masters stuck under the Wusheng Sect did not dare to cross the threshold of becoming a saint from heaven, for fear that they would be locked up in the dark cage of Jinling like those famous predecessors; Zhuge Wuhou's masters were extremely good, and Wusheng Sect personally named Wuhou as the Shenhou Mansion, and recruited the world's talents to enter the mansion, raising their energy and sharpening their swords and guns, which meant to unify the martial arts world.

As for the attack between major sects, the attack has never stopped since the beginning. The Wusheng Sect was happy to see them consuming their strength from each other, and they also thought of ways to let them kill each other. The imperial edict gave the sects the right to continue to expand their strength, and even threw out some counties outside the big cities as bait. But there were some sects in the world who insisted on biting this bait. Take the Wuyue Sword Sect, which had the greatest ambition, for example, and it had become an evil dog raised by the Wusheng Sect. They would bite whoever the Wusheng Sect asked them to bite, which once again caused the entire world to fall into endless turmoil.

However, all this has nothing to do with the savages in the mountains of Nanzhao. (To be continued)

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