MTL - Estranged-Chapter 26 Are casual cultivators hiding so deeply these days? !

The storm gradually calmed down.

The dark clouds dispersed, the night was still there, and a ray of light appeared in the distance where the sea and the sky met. Wherever it was illuminated, the sea was vast and empty, only the broken ship they were on.

The boat is not small, it is still a two-story building, and the window edge carvings can be seen faintly on it, but as time goes by, even the window paper is gone. After drifting on the sea for a long time, the wood is rotten, and it is about to collapse.

The hull is slightly tilted, as if it is about to sink into the bottom of the sea at any time, and the sound of the sea water beating the hull is constantly heard, which is very rhythmic, making people drowsy after being exhausted.

In this rare calm, there is a weirdness everywhere.

It is clearly the sea, but it is called weak water.

The seventh abyss seems to be the only two of them. Since every abyss has its owner, then the seventh abyss should also have its owner. Where is its owner?

Chang Ming couldn't be sure, was all this just another illusion, or did it really exist?

He looked at the glass and gold bead stick in his hand.

In the previous few experiences, he did not carry this Zen staff with him. Does it mean that he has completely left Jinghu Lake?

Jiuchongyuan is indeed mysterious and miraculous, no wonder it is as famous as Huangquan.

If it is said that Huangquan is full of death and despair, Jiuchongyuan hides deadly danger under the beauty.

The former makes people feel anxious all the time, but the latter makes it easy for people to actively step into the tender land of death.

Crunch, crunch.

Not harsh, but very strange noises came from the depths of the cabin.

Like a mouse gnawing on wood, or like the groaning of an ancient part of a ship overwhelmed.

Chang Ming likes to turn passive into active. After sitting for a while, he felt his physical strength recover a little, so he got up and walked inside.

The arm was grabbed by the sea of ​​clouds.

Yun Haidao: "I'll go in first, you follow behind."

After thinking about it, he added, "I've never been here before."

Chang Ming was noncommittal, watching Yun Hai walk into the cabin first, he felt even more weird in his heart.

Is this still the villain who changed his temperament and spared no effort to trap him?

He wanted to say something, but ended up saying nothing.

The two entered the cabin one after the other.

The stale smell hits the face, and the golden pearl on the top of the Zen stick flows, illuminating a corner of the cabin.

Bones, cobwebs, dilapidated furniture, and even moldy and stale food on the table before they could be eaten in the future.

The wooden boards under their feet creaked as they stepped on them, echoing the movement in the depths of the darkness.

Yunhai's reaction was also very straightforward. He grabbed the void directly, got an extra long sword in his hand, and swiped towards the cabin. The sword energy surged, and a part of the cabin was blown open. By the way, it illuminated a dark corner, dozens of mice They scattered in all directions.

The creaking sound just now really disappeared all of a sudden.

Chang Ming bent down to look at those spider webs.

Under the reflection of the golden beads, the spider web has an almost green luster.

With a flick of his finger, a gust of wind came out, and the spider web shook, but it didn't break.

"What are you looking at?"

"Spider web. The spider that spins the web should not be an ordinary spider. Who is the owner here?"

"Fu Xiaoshan, it is said that his mother is a demon, his father is a human, and he has the blood of a half-demon. But Ruoshui doesn't have a good reputation in Jiuchongyuan, because Fu Xiaoshan seldom shows up in front of people."

Chang Ming: "In Jiuchongyuan, there seem to be many such half-magic monks?"

Yunhai hummed: "They are not tolerated by the world, but Jiuchongyuan is their paradise. It is said that Fu Xiaoshan was infatuated with a woman in his early years and wanted to live outside with her. Later, some accidents happened, the woman died, and he did not." Go, and instead become the Lord of Weak Water."

Next to the spider web, there are scattered white balls, big and small, as round as pearls.

The finger blows out, and the ball rolls around, just like a pearl.

The Zen staff was used as a lamp by Chang Ming, and when it shone on the ball, it was really shiny and lovely.

Chang Ming lowered his head to observe, and asked, "Jiuzhongyuan is lingering with demon energy, so those who can endure here and become the final victors are mostly people with half-demon blood?"

Yun Hai: "No, it's because they have nowhere to go after leaving Jiuchongyuan. The world is so big, it is also the world of people, not the world of aliens."

Chang Ming's outstretched hand stopped halfway.

"Fellow Daoist Yunhai, ever since we met at the seaside, you have always used cynicism and sarcasm. It seems to be the first time you have spoken like this. You really look like my old friend."

"What is your old friend like?"

This was also the first time that Yunhai asked proactively.

Before that, he had always resisted the Yun Weisi that Chang Ming said, and he was unwilling to admit the common ground between the two.

Chang Ming said: "There are many hardworking people in this world, but there are very few people who are talented and willing to work hard. What is rare is that he is naturally focused and can devote his whole life to it. Not under me. Among the four apprentices, he is the one with the best aptitude and the one who has followed me the longest."

Yun Hai: "Then why did you expel him from the sect?"

"It's not that I expelled him from the sect, but that I exiled myself from the Taoist sect."

Chang Ming's tone was light.

"Everyone has a different path to take, and apprentices don't necessarily have to follow the path that the master has walked. He is suitable for having no distractions and reaching the peak, but my ambition is very big. I want to sum up hundreds of schools and form a family of my own. Since the paths are different, there are no differences. For the sake of conspiracy, then completely part ways."

Yun Hai: "But you still turned against each other."

Chang Ming talked a lot, his throat was a little itchy habitually, he coughed twice.

"That's another story."

Yunhai: "Do you regret it?"

Chang Ming laughed: "I have never regretted what I have done in my life."

If there is a regret, it is...

Crunch, crunch.

The voices of the two stopped.

This time the sound did not sound from the position just now, but from the cabin on the next floor.

Yun Hai walked down the gangway first, and Chang Ming followed behind.

Black, too thick to melt black.

The golden bead on the Zen staff also seems to be limited in scope, it can no longer illuminate a piece like just now, it can only stay about an inch or so around the bead, and even the back of the sea of ​​clouds in front of it cannot be illuminated.

There is oddity here.

These words came to mind at the same time.

Yun Hai narrowed his eyes and slowed down his steps.

There was no sound, even breathing and footsteps seemed to be absorbed by the darkness.

"Fellow Daoist Cloud Sea."

Chang Ming wanted to remind him to pay attention to whether there was a formation under his feet, but he didn't get a response.

"Fellow Daoist Cloud Sea?"

He stood still and listened to the sound to identify his position.

No sound, no movement.

But the quieter it is, the more unusual it is.

A hand stretched out from behind, silently, and put it on his shoulder.

Chang Ming slid forward suddenly, turned around and swung his Zen stick back!

The sound of hitting a heavy object, the opponent hit back with a palm, the Zen staff bounced back, and the opponent backed away with a muffled grunt.

"Glass and gold bead stick?" He heard a question from the other side.

Chang Ming: "Chen Daoyou?"

"Fellow Daoist Changming?!" Chen Ting's voice suddenly became pleasantly surprised.

He ran over and was very close at hand, Chang Ming raised his Zen stick, it was indeed Chen Ting.

"Why are you here?" Chen Ting was not only surprised, but also a little excited.

"My friend Yunhai and I came down from the upper deck." Chang Ming said.

Chen Ting was suspicious: "What deck?"

Chang Ming asked back, "Where are you from?"

Chen Ting smiled bitterly: "It's a long story."

After Yun Hai dragged Chang Ming into the Mirror Lake, the remaining few held positions and began to argue.

The disciples of Shenxiao Xianfu classified Xu Jingxian into Yunhai's group, thinking that they had wasted He Qingmo's sacrifice, and said that the magic cultivator is just the magic cultivator, and he will never be able to bear the responsibility.

Xu Jingxian, the majestic leader of Lingbo Peak, is also a figure who calls the wind and rain outside, so he didn't allow a young boy to say that about himself, so he immediately started to shoot that person in the mirror lake.

This was a complete chaos, Guan Xiashang didn't dare to fight Xu Jingxian, so he had to turn around and run down the bridge, Chen Ting saw that Xu Jingxian was red-eyed and wanted to chase Guan Xiashang, so he had to stop him, and the two fought on the Rainbow Bridge , the mirror lake below turned from scorching flames to raging waves, and the top of the head was also followed by a violent storm. Suddenly, a giant triangle dragon appeared in the water and attacked the two of them. Chen and Xu had to join forces to resist the dragon temporarily. The waves broke up.

"I have arrived in an inexplicable country. In the country, from the princes to the officials are all women, and only those lowly and low-level handymen are men. Escaping is really absurd...Then they found my hiding place, they threw me into the prison, and when I woke up, I found it here."

Chen Ting's vague words seemed to have some hidden meaning, so Chang Ming didn't ask any more questions.

Everyone's dilemma is different.

Some monks may sink for a lifetime and cannot extricate themselves. For these people, there is no difference between fantasy and reality.

Even Chang Ming, he can't be sure that he will completely break free from the shackles of the dream now.

To be able to combine these illusions and dreams together, the original creator must be a genius of formations and illusions, because he not only combined what he learned with the topography of Wanshen Mountain, but also made full use of the boundary between humans and demons here, and the magic energy The characteristics of abundant spiritual power and chaos eventually turned Jinghu Lake into the most mysterious place in Jiuchongyuan.

In Chang Ming's memory, there was indeed such a person, but he had died a long time ago, in the formation he invented.

Crunch, crunch.

In the dark and unknown place, the uncomfortable sound came again.

Chen Ting stopped talking immediately and listened carefully.

He could feel Chang Ming's breath beside him, which made him feel a little relieved.

It's not that I'm afraid of this place, but after going through so much, it's always good to have an acquaintance walking with me.

In his eyes, although Chang Ming is a casual cultivator, his words and deeds are at least much more reliable than the eccentric He Qingmo and Xu Jingxian who came from the Demon Sect.

Chen Ting clenched the long sword in his hand.

This is the only magic weapon he has not lost in countless dreams, because this sword is bound to their hearts and souls when they enter the master's school, and all the inner disciples of Wanjian Xianzong are like this. It is also their heart sword, the stronger the heart, the higher the cultivation base, the deeper the spiritual power, the greater the power of the sword.

The sword in his hand is slightly hot. This is the warning from Xinjian, indicating that there is a very dangerous existence ahead.

Chen Ting stopped.

He is not a boy who has never seen the world, and he does not lack enough patience. He can wait until the enemy comes out of the darkness instead of rushing on him rashly.

He could feel that Chang Ming had the same idea, and the other party even deliberately slowed down to hide his breath just like himself.

Chen Ting was very satisfied, which meant that he did see the right person.

Crunch, crunch.

Chen Ting closed his eyes and listened to the sound to identify his position.

The sound was getting closer.

Slowly, but moving towards them.

Is it a rat, a bug, or what?

Chen Ting tried to judge the opponent's state from the movement and stillness.

In his imagination, it should be a praying mantis.

There are many monsters in Jiuchongyuan, and there are also many monsters. No matter how outrageous things are, Chen Ting, as a famous disciple, has already been fully prepared psychologically. He will never scream and fear like ordinary people.

He opened his eyes suddenly!

The sword light is so bright that it can see three feet around the body.

Then, he saw two hands.

Two woman's hands.

Slender, fair and tender.

The fingers are as slender and graceful as willow leaves in spring.

Such a pair of hands should never have appeared in such a place.

The nails on the hands are very long, and every time they are stretched forward, they will be deeply embedded in the wood.

Crunch, crunch.

This sound is made every time the nail is inserted into the floor.

At first glance it sounds like mice gnawing on wood.

Chen Ting didn't even think about it, a sword light slashed over!

This pair of white, tender and beautiful hands actually avoided it nimbly, and the nails pulled out from the floor in an instant, and grabbed Chen Ting!

Chen Ting dodged sideways, and the sword light slashed out three times, instantly cutting through the darkness and silence around him, and also illuminating the scene behind those hands.

A woman with disheveled hair, naked, crawling on the ground.

However, this is only her upper body.

Her lower body was wrapped in white spider silk, a large bundle of thick and dense spider silk tightly wrapped her lower body, and finally connected to the abdomen of a colorful giant spider.

Chen Ting was shocked!

What shocked him was not the size and weirdness of the spider, but that at first he thought that the woman was a victim entangled by the spider, but when he looked closely, he found that she had merged with the giant spider, and her lower body was actually spider silk , she is not a victim driven by the demon spider, but is a part of the spider itself.

His breathing was suddenly heavy, but he didn't hesitate to strike, he jumped up, caught the thief and king, and stabbed the giant spider's abdomen head-on!

The sword energy blasted a blinding light, and the giant spider, which had raised a giant sickle-like foot and smashed it down on its head, seemed a little afraid of the light, and shrank back.

Chen Ting's sword lights landed on the giant spider and the woman respectively. The latter didn't scream, but made a hissing sound, and followed the giant spider to shrink in. Chen Ting chased after him, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. It went well, the monster retreated as soon as it was hit, and was so cowardly that it was like a bait.

White silk threads were quietly pulled from all corners, sticking to his clothes and hair.

These spider silks are almost transparent, and it is difficult to detect in a dark environment. Chen Ting only realized that his body was firmly stuck and fixed in the middle by the spider silks when he felt that his movements were restricted. Even when Chen Ting summoned the Fire Talisman True Flame, it couldn't be ignited.

"Fellow Daoist Changming!"

He couldn't help calling for help, while directing Jian Guang to cut off the spider silk on his body.

However, these spider silks could not be burned out by the wild fire, and the spring breeze would blow them again. Every time they were cut off by Jian Guang, they would quickly grow back and stick again. He couldn't get out to deal with the giant spiders at all.

The woman took the opportunity to fly up, and stabbed him in the head with her hands bent into claws!

The giant spider also noticed his embarrassment, and approached Chen Ting again, followed by the stench.

In the light of the sword, Chen Ting watched helplessly as the blue-lighted spider legs raised their heads and smashed down.

Chang Ming also did not respond.

He couldn't help feeling desperate, thinking that this time it was completely over.

what! !

There was a scream.

But it wasn't from Chen Ting, but from a woman whose fingernails were about to be inserted into the top of Chen Ting's head.

The woman was slammed backwards against the giant spider by the Zen staff. The huge impact made the giant spider unable to bear it, and fell backwards with the woman.

Chen Ting saw Chang Ming.

The latter was lurking not far away, hiding his aura all the time, waiting for the giant spider to focus all its attention on Chen Ting before it caught him by surprise.

"Here comes the sword."

Chang Ming said so, and then stretched out his hand.

Chen Ting's Guyue Sword hummed, as if responding, it flew up suddenly after a while, and fell into Chang Ming's hands!

The sword light flourishes!

A Zen stick in one hand and a long sword in the other.

Chen Ting's Lone Moon Sword is not an ordinary weapon, but a saber gifted to him by his master himself. He has followed him for decades.

But now Chang Ming can not only drive them away, but also order them to be banned. The Gu Yue Sword is in his hands, just like his own sword, he can do whatever he wants.

Chen Ting was dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the Guyue sword that "bears the master", completely forgetting that he was still controlled by the spider silk.

Suddenly, Chen Ting thought of another question. Chang Ming's ability to use a glazed golden bead staff meant that he might have some connection with Buddhism, but Buddhism and Taoism have always been at odds. Why can this person drive the sword of Taoism?

Are casual cultivators hiding so deeply these days? !

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Small theater unrelated to the main text:

Chen Ting: What did I miss? ! Are casual cultivators so powerful these days? ?

Xu Jingxian: Heh, you surprised me eight hundred years ago.

He Xiyun: Heh, you surprised me eight hundred years ago.