Chapter 236 A Little Movement

Tianshi Manor, Zhang Ruosu was stealing a moment of leisure from his busy schedule.

Recently, basic Qi nurturing and cultivation methods have begun to be popularized throughout Shenzhou. Naturally, it started with official institutions at all levels, selecting people with strong bodies and above-average aptitudes to begin their practice, and initial results have already been seen.

Next, the cultivation methods need to be continuously improved based on the data feedback from the military.

Until it can reach the safety level for compulsory popularization.

At that time, children will practice Qi from a young age, replacing physical education classes with cultivation, and it will be included in the middle and high school entrance examinations.

Of course, this part is limited to strengthening the body, prolonging life. If one wants to obtain further authentic teachings from various sects, or martial arts techniques from the military, various factors need to be considered. The most important point is the cultivator's loyalty to this land, which is the bottom line.

Noticing that the other younger disciples were busy processing documents.

Zhang Ruosu absorbed the experience, quietly muted his phone, and then opened a game, ready to play a round, feeling very happy. But just as he entered the interface, a message suddenly popped up on his phone.

"Fellow Daoist, there may be a little movement later."

Seeing who sent the message, Zhang Ruosu's right eyelid twitched suddenly.

Then a new message popped up.

"I'm counting on you."

The old Daoist opened his mouth, then smiled wryly.

Now, he doesn't even say an extra word of explanation, just "I'm counting on you."

You should at least say whether this is a little movement, or a lot of movement. Fellow Daoist, could it be that you're using pinyin input and typed the wrong word?

Thinking of the size of the so-called movement last time, Zhang Ruosu felt a pain in his forehead. After thinking about it, he sighed, summoned his disciples, and instructed, "Go and use the Wanli Yuanguang Mirror to see if there has been any movement in Quanzhou."

Although the disciple didn't understand, he naturally nodded in response to the ancestor's instructions.

He turned and walked out quickly.

Leaving Zhang Ruosu waiting here, the old Daoist rarely felt like he was being forced to do divination like he did when he was young. After a while, seeing the young Daoist rushing over with a pale face, Zhang Ruosu felt a thump in his heart and his head grew bigger.

The young Daoist didn't bother to salute and said urgently:

"Grandmaster, something bad has happened!"

"Calm down, calm down, tell me, what happened again?"

The young Daoist didn't notice the word "again" in the ancestor's sentence, and said anxiously: "In Quanzhou, a bolt of lightning suddenly flew out, extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flown over the Quanzhou territory, and is now heading west. I don't know what it's going to do. It's covered with lightning marks. Every time it passes through the clouds, the sword's lightning force increases. It's hard to lock onto with the naked eye."

Zhang Ruosu was stunned.

Then he took a long breath and said, "So that's how it is."

"That's good, that's good, the movement isn't too big."

The young Daoist's eyes widened, and his voice couldn't help but rise a few degrees. He said:

"Grandmaster, that's a supernatural power no less than our Tianshi Five Thunder Spell."

"It's already flown hundreds of miles, like a Tomahawk missile."

"This isn't considered big?!"

Zhang Ruosu's expression relaxed and comforted: "You're still young, you don't understand."

"It really doesn't count."

The young Daoist's mouth twitched: "…………"

Zhang Ruosu lowered his head and found Wei Yuan's chat box.

He sent a cat with a V sign emoji with ease and joy.

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In the direction of the western part of the Central Plains of Shenzhou, in the layers of the Taihang Mountains.

Mao Muyixing trudged with difficulty, the ancient jade talisman in his hand guiding him in the direction. Even so, it took him several days to find this place. The Fuso-specific monk's robe was already a little dirty. The young monk breathed out a sigh of relief, stood on this mountain, and took out this ancient talisman.

He loudly said: "I wonder where the experts of the Taiping Dao are?"

"This humble monk is here at the behest of his elders."

These were the few sentences of the Shenzhou language he had learned during his journey. He only knew these few sentences. The sound spread far away, but there was no response. Just as Mao Muyixing was wondering if he had come to the wrong place, he suddenly heard a casual voice behind him, saying, "A Fuso person?"

Mao Muyixing was shocked and turned to look. He saw a man in black clothes with messy hair, looking a bit disheveled, but with an imposing manner and an eagle-like gaze, obviously possessing extremely profound Dao skills. Among the monks Mao Muyixing had seen, he was definitely a top-notch existence.

Even his grandfather, who was meditating in his own temple, might not be a match for this middle-aged Daoist.

Immediately, he did not dare to neglect, and bowed with his hands together again, his face respectful and humble, saying:

"Indeed, this poor monk comes from Kyoto."

The middle-aged Daoist didn't care about these things and said, "I have an agreement with that old man. This talisman is considered my token to him. If you hold this talisman, you can exchange it for one of my promises. My Taiping Department is also a great and upright sect. We keep our word. What do you want? Tell me."

This Daoist could actually speak fluent Fuso language.

After Mao Muyixing was surprised, he smiled and said the words he had been thinking about all the way:

"This poor monk wants to form a good relationship with the benefactor."

"Oh? A good relationship?"

Mao Muyixing nodded and said, "The world is changing, and a great change that has never happened in a thousand years is coming. In the future, there will definitely be various major events and changes. Daoist, you have profound cultivation. This poor monk only hopes to form a good relationship. If this poor monk is ever in trouble, I hope Daoist can help me. And if Daoist has any needs, the Mao Mu family will definitely do our best to help."

The Daoist stared straight at Mao Muyixing and said, "Oh... you also want to form an alliance with my Taiping Department."

"What if I don't agree?"

Mao Muyixing said frankly, "Then, this poor monk will offer the talisman with both hands and turn around and leave."

The Daoist stared at him for a while. Originally, when he heard that the other party was a Fuso person, he had the intention of killing him and seizing his treasure. However, he was afraid of the old man's existence, and secondly, he couldn't save face in this kind of thing. After hearing that this monk was from a noble family and had the intention of forming an alliance, he hesitated. After thinking for a moment, he laughed loudly:

"Good, good, good, your temperament is not bad. No wonder Sakura Island Fuso sent you to my Shenzhou."

"Alright! Then I'll agree to your Mao Mu family. The Taiping Department will form an alliance with you. If you are in danger while walking in Shenzhou, I will definitely come to save you."

Mao Muyixing breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the ancient talisman with both hands.

The Daoist reached out to take the talisman.

At this moment, his movements suddenly stopped. With his Dao skills, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his forehead, and an unspeakable sense of panic, as if a great disaster was about to befall him. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, but he couldn't let go of this ancient talisman in front of him, so he reached out and picked up the talisman.

Almost at the moment he touched the talisman.

That extreme unease and panic instantly engulfed him.

After all, he was a true cultivator who had made a name for himself in Shenzhou. Without hesitation, the Daoist waved his right hand and threw the extremely precious talisman back. Then, he instinctively cast a Daoist protective spell, stepped back, opened his hand, and an ancient umbrella appeared, instantly unfolding in front of him.

Mao Muyixing was still at a loss and subconsciously caught the talisman.

Suddenly,

The air pressure seemed to drop suddenly.

The autumn forest was originally lively.

Various insects, birds, and small beasts made different sounds. In short, they never stopped for a moment. But now, the birds folded their wings, the insects dared not make a sound, and the monk just saw a huge wild wolf in the forest lying on the ground, wagging its tail, only able to whimper.

Mao Muyixing subconsciously withdrew his hand and brushed against his clothes.

He suddenly felt a tingling pain, like an electrostatic induction.

But it was obviously a humid and sultry autumn day.

He subconsciously lowered his head.

Kacha, kacha, visible, subtle electric lights rose on the monk's clothes, intertwined with each other. The middle-aged Daoist lowered his head and saw that the hairs on his arms naturally stood up. His pupils widened, and he felt panic and anger in his heart.

"This is..."

"Thunder magic!"

A terrifying whistling sound came from his ears.

The world brightened!

The extreme light brought about a sudden blackness in the vision of the two.

In a daze, a flat voice slowly fell:

"Should be killed..."

Then,

An extremely violent thunder, like an iron cone, slammed into their eardrums.

Their brains instantly buzzed, losing their ability to think and judge.

Thunder light, accompanied by the mighty thunder, descended on this place.

Filling everything in their eyes and ears.

Then,

A sword descended with a majestic aura.

………………

The Daoist only felt a heat in his hands, and he could no longer hold the magic weapon. His whole body was thrown out, and his back heavily hit the rock wall. His throat felt sweet, and he coughed up blood. All he could see was a bright white light, and his ears were ringing, and he even showed signs of tinnitus and deafness.

After a long time, the black-clothed Daoist struggled to open his eyes, and found that the magic weapon he had thrown out in a hurry had been split into coke. He smelled the burnt smell of meat in his nose, and saw that half of Mao Muyixing's body, who had been high-spirited and seemed to want to make a splash in the world, had been turned into scorched earth.

A long sword hung in the air, humming and whistling.

Rather than saying it was sword energy or sword intent, it was better to say it was a vast thunder, filling the sword body and soaring into the sky.

The Daoist coughed up blood, and when he saw the thunder marks on the sword, he felt a chill all over his body. He dared not move again.

The magic sword hovered in the air for a week, and the sword light wrapped the talisman, and then spun around Mao Muyixing's neck, directly beheading the Fuso monk. It returned calmly, leaving only the Daoist with a pale face for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he gritted his teeth in secret hatred. He recognized that the sword was in the style of the Zhengyi Dao.

Although he didn't know why it was so ancient, he could never be wrong. The shape was similar, it was the magic sword of Longhu Mountain.

And thunder magic, thunder magic is also the forte of the talisman school.

They even chased after him, was it because of this monk, or himself? The Daoist's eyes changed, he spat out a breath, staggered to his feet, and originally thought that he could still wander outside, relying on his own skills, he could be safe, but seeing the means of flying swords beheading people from a thousand miles away, he was frightened and his scalp was numb, how could he have the courage to stay outside any longer.

Immediately, he barely got up, regained his breath, and hurried back to the place where he had hidden before, and put away the items of the Taiping Dao that had been passed down from generation to generation.

Among them were a staff, several sets of talismans, and the memorial tablet of the ancestor.

Also, because the Great Virtuous Teacher died on the battlefield, the spirit tablet at that time was carved by the second Tianshi himself, and placed with the second Tianshi's own spirit tablet. This was the most important thing, and he needed to pray every morning and evening. The things passed down from generation to generation naturally had the best effect and could be called a treasure of the sect's inheritance. The Daoist put these things away, ignored the rest of the sundries, and left in a hurry.

He went straight to the place where he had obtained the inheritance of the Taiping Dao, which was also one of the veins of the Taiping Dao in the past.

Because the Taiping Dao declined in the Song Dynasty.

That vein was sealed off, and only he in the world knew about it, making it safe enough.

ps: Today's first update... three thousand two hundred words, thank you Mr. Ho for the alliance leader, thank you~

In chapter 187, Linking into a Net, the stall owner gave the talisman to this monk~ After all, he still has to find his ancestral vein.