Chapter 120 Visitors from Southern Xinjiang The gap between the stone man and Zhuge Yu was like that between an eagle and a chick. After less than a dozen rounds of fighting, the afterimages were defeated one after another, leaving white marks on the Yu felt a chill down his spine as his arms numbed and ached. Tiny beads of sweat covered his face, and his heart could not calm down for a long time. He originally thought that the first level of dragon-tiger power would be able to shake the stone man a little, but he did not expect that it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot and he could not gain any advantage. "Boom!!!" Just as he was stunned, the stone man strode over and rushed over with his five fingers falling down at an extremely fast speed. Despite his huge body, he seemed agile. "Well!!" Zhuge Yu dodged in panic, gasping for breath. Before he could fight back, another big hand came over, grabbed his body tightly, and lifted him up in the air. This is the end. The stone man stopped moving and the battle ended. Zhuge Yu's upper body and both sides of his chest were completely trapped by the five broad and thick fingers. He tried his best to break free, but failed. "Uncle Master, how can I get down?"
Zhuge Yu was out of breath, his cheeks turned pale, and he looked at Jiang Mo for help. "You must practice well next time. If you are caught again, I will leave you hanging for a few hours." Jiang Mo smiled and waved his hand. A stream of true energy passed by, and the stone man's hand slowly loosened. “Ah!” The next moment, Zhuge Yu screamed suddenly, and felt as if he had stepped on empty air. He fell from several meters in the air and fell to the ground, barely standing still. The white energy lingering around his body gradually faded away, and many of the joints of his hands and feet were red, swollen and black. These were external injuries left by the collision, which had not yet repaired. "How are you, little one? Are you all right?" Jiang Mo asked lightly, the stone man's movements were exactly the same as he had controlled at the beginning. If he were to use that throat-locking move, the next step would be to smash the enemy's head towards the ground, and the enemy would be crippled if not killed. If it were a second-level disciple's ability to withstand blows, he could barely catch it, but for a first-level disciple, it is absolutely impossible. "No, Uncle Master, just a little scratch." Zhuge Yu waved his hand to brush off his dusty white shirt. His body was full of vitality and blood, and he did not take those minor injuries seriously. He scratched his head and smiled: "I'll apply some bruise wine and I'll be fine tomorrow." "Ah." In the following time, Jiang Mo arranged for the first and second level disciples to compete with different stone men, and each of them gained something. Several days passed in a flash. Si Chong led a group of disciples to cut bamboo, pull weeds, and level the ground. Finally, they built a simple martial arts training ground in the jungle on the west side of the back mountain and placed five stone men. That evening, Jiang Mo leaned against the south window on the fourth floor of the Sutra Library, holding an ancient book in his hand. He read it in an obscure and boring way until he finished the last page and then slowly put it down. He turned his head to look out the window at the sunset scenery. The sky and earth were vast, and the wild geese were flying high, disappearing at the end of the sunset. On the same floor as Jiang Mo was Zhuge Yu, who was wrapped in bandages. At this moment, he was staring patiently at the floating white Qi diagram in front of him, paying attention to the situation around the mountain gate.
Ever since the martial arts arena was completed, this kid has been going to the back mountain to train every day. Even though he was defeated repeatedly and was beaten black and blue by the stone man, he still enjoyed it, especially the training of martial arts, which made obvious progress. Suddenly, two strange red Qi points appeared at the edge of the Qi diagram, climbing up the stone steps and approaching the gate. Zhuge Yu noticed something unusual and reported it immediately: "Uncle Master, two outsiders have arrived." "Shall I go and check it out for you?" "Then I'll trouble you to make the trip. Go ahead. I'll stay here and watch you." Jiang Mo picked up a cup of tea and drank it gently, feeling a little curious. Where did the person visiting outside the door come from? The south window of the Sutra Repository has a wide view, which is just right for observing the entrance of the sect. After receiving the order, Zhuge Yu went downstairs without stopping. Before the visitor reached the top, he stood in front of the red gate, waiting for the guest. In an instant, a man and a woman dressed in exotic clothes and wearing silver jewelry came from afar, crossing many mountains and rivers. "Xuanmen important place." "He who comes is stopped." The moment they met, Zhuge Yu recognized their attire. They were actually the ancient mountain people from southern Xinjiang, and he became extremely alert. He clearly remembered that some time ago, when monsters attacked the mountain, the leader of the bastards was trapped by him using a strange door and burned with the blazing flames of the word "Li", and a corner of a similar robe was revealed. In addition, he also vaguely learned from the casual conversations between his two uncles, Si Chong and Jiang Mo, that the Sanyi Sect had a great hatred with a certain Gu tribe in southern Xinjiang. The two people in front of me, could they be here to cause trouble? Thinking of this, Zhuge Yu became particularly cautious, almost ready to resort to his own tactics, and asked in a cold voice: "What do you want?" Seeing his unfriendly attitude, the two men and women quickly explained their purpose: "Southern Xinjiang Thousand Bone Cave, Gu Xuanchuan, Gu Qingying, are here on the orders of the Great Elder to comfort the Left Sect Master." After he finished speaking, an old letter was presented to him by the young man with a handsome face and outstanding temperament. He looked sincere and earnest. "Master, please take a look. There is a letter written by Sect Master Zuo inside, instructing us that if we encounter disasters in the future, we can go to the Central Plains to seek help from him and the Trinity Sect." "?" Zhuge Yu was skeptical and did not take the letter. Instead, he said, "Then you wait here for a while. I will go and inform the head of the sect, Uncle Master." "No need, let them in." At the same time, on the fourth floor of the Sutra Library, Jiang Mo was looking down at the couple from Southern Xinjiang. He was not afraid of their cheating, and directly gathered his Qi into sound, which was transmitted to Zhuge Yu's ears through the air. "Okay, then I'll trouble you to let the Taoist know." Gu Xuanchuan bowed and saluted, his tone was very gentle. Southern Xinjiang is located in a remote area with little information. If they had not gone out to a nearby town to purchase supplies by chance, they would not have known the sad news of their benefactor's death. After returning to the tribe, he was in grief for several days and was then ordered by the great elder to go to the Trinity Gate in the Central Plains to offer sacrifices and assistance. It took a long time and he traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers before he finally arrived at the Trinity Gate, exhausted. Zhuge Yu heard his uncle's voice clearly. His frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and his tense heartstrings loosened slightly. He glanced at Gu Xuanchuan and his sister and warned them, "I don't think you dare to cause trouble here. Come with me."
Jiang Mo waved his hand, and the white Qi diagram gradually faded, turned transparent, and disappeared. The footsteps were approaching along the stairs. moment. The two visitors from Southern Xinjiang were brought by Zhuge Yu to the fourth floor of the Sutra Library to meet Jiang Mo. "Uncle Master, I brought them to you." "Well, go take a rest aside." Jiang Mo's eyes swept across the young man and woman. They were tall and slender, with fair skin and handsome faces. At this moment, their clear eyes were filled with surprise. Gu Xuanchuan and Gu Qingying looked at the young man in white clothes and black hair in front of them in disbelief. Is this really the junior brother of Zuo Menzhang?! He is actually younger than them, but his cultivation is unfathomable. After a brief introduction, Jiang Mo murmured about the power of the Thousand Bone Cave. He had never been to Southern Xinjiang. This tribe of Gu cultivators must have been known by his senior brother when he was exorcising demons, and they had a good relationship. "Let me see what you mean by that." "Here, Master Jiang." Gu Xuanchuan handed the envelope forward. turn on. reading. The familiar handwriting is neat and concise, as if an old friend is whispering in your ear. Jiang Mo recognized that this was indeed the handwriting of his senior brother. He withdrew his eyes from the letter, slowly folded the letter, and asked the two again: "Can you tell me how you and Senior Brother got acquainted with each other in Qiangu Cave?" "Of course, if you want to hear it, I will tell you everything I know." At first, Gu Xuanchuan wanted to call himself the junior out of politeness, but Jiang Mo's young appearance made him catch the honorific in his throat. "Please take a seat." "Little Zhuge, come here too." The three of them sat on a mat in front of the tea table. Jiang Mo brought three teacups and poured tea for them. "Thank you, uncle-master." Zhuge Yu was flattered. "Thank you, Chief Jiang." Gu Xuanchuan and Gu Qingying took the warm teacup one after another and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The new gatekeeper was much easier to talk to than they had imagined, without any airs or difficulties. Then, Gu Xuanchuan did not waste any time and told the whole story of the Thousand Bone Cave and Zuo Rutong. It turned out that in the year when the evil cultivators were wreaking havoc in the coastal areas of the Central Plains, there were also constant disputes in southern Xinjiang. The conflicts among many tribes and villages became increasingly fierce. From time to time, the weak tribes were attacked, destroyed, and annexed by other tribes. The Thousand Bone Cave was in danger at that time. The old generation of cave masters accidentally died while resisting the invasion, causing the tribe to be leaderless and in a state of panic. At this time, Zuo Rutong, who broke into the Shiwan Mountains, passed through the territory of Qiangu Cave and was trapped as an invader.
Although Zuo Rutong had his mysterious skills to protect himself from those unfamiliar Gu people, he did not hurt any innocent people. "It was not until later that the Great Elder had a secret conversation with the Left Sect Leader and learned the reason why he came to Southern Xinjiang. He provided the possible hiding places for those evil cultivators in exchange for his protection of our Thousand Bone Cave through the most difficult period." Jiang Mo was somewhat puzzled and asked curiously, "Brother, have you found the base camp of the fleeing evil cultivators?" “I was still a child at the time, so I don’t remember it very clearly.” Gu Xuanchuan fell into recollection, sorting out the details of the distant past, and said uncertainly: "But they should have found it. The fight was so fierce that even Zuo Menchang was injured when he came back." "Is this so" Jiang Mo thought of Zhao Wuyuan, the monster who attacked the mountain, and Quan Xing Liu Pozi. These people were undoubtedly the remaining troubles from the past. "Oh right, the coffin of death is used to cast the Yin body." "How many tribes in your southern border have mastered this secret technique?" "!!!" Gu Xuanchuan and Gu Qingying's faces turned pale when they heard this, and they were shocked and said, "Master Jiang, you actually know this?" "Correct." Jiang Mo guessed that it was the old lady Liu who came from southern Xinjiang who arranged a backup plan for Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan, and he specifically asked for clues about this secret method. "To be honest, Master Jiang, this secret method can be made as long as you have the complete formula." Gu Xuanchuan hesitated for a moment and did not hide anything: "You are not from southern Xinjiang, so you don't know the situation there." "There are nearly a hundred tribes, large and small, and they are very complex. Not to mention other tribes, some with a little background, like the Thousand Bone Cave, also have the long-standing method of prolonging life, 'Casting Yin Body in the Death Coffin'." "Shi Wan Da Shan, I conservatively estimate that there are at least a dozen tribes that have mastered the complete formula and have the ability to realize it." "Are you looking for someone? I'm afraid it won't be easy." (End of this chapter)