bestfiction Chapter 14 The Turn of Events
Chapter 14 The Turn of Events
The old Taoist priest lay down on the roof ridge, his whole body slumped on the spot, his large sleeves fluttering in the wind, just like a naughty child throwing a tantrum.
Miss Bai, you're cheating! You can't afford to play that game!
What kind of nonsense is this? Is she so lonely all these years that she's finally getting married?
What's the difference between yours and those bookish students who use their birth characters to write love letters?
Seeing the old Taoist priest's demeanor, the woman in white advanced instead of retreating, saying, "Then the other one..."
"No, no, no, we agreed that each of us would take one character." The old Taoist priest sprang to his feet with a somersault, displaying remarkable agility.
The roof ridge, though only a few feet wide, was large enough for him to tiptoe and spin around.
"How about 'quench'? 'Quenching Rainbow'? It's made of fire and water, and it also has the meaning of tempering... Quenching Rainbow, no, the girl from the fishing boat family on the other side of the river is named Cuihong. Let's think about it again."
"Hongzhong, no way, the Red Dragon is playing mahjong, and I still have a White Dragon."
"Chuanhong... is getting stranger and stranger."
At this moment, Miss Bai gently swung her long sword and pointed it towards the house where the bell rang below. She had already begun to learn from the old Taoist priest and continue to attack the gap in the dragon vein.
The meaning is obvious: let him choose for himself.
At this moment, Zhong Ming had reached the most critical moment. After his first attack, he found that he was only a stone's throw away from the Zhongzhu acupoint. He immediately decided to break through the dragon vein in one go.
"Xiao Zhao, when will Master be back?"
"Very quickly, when he said 'a while' really he meant 'a while'."
As Xiao Zhao spoke, the old Taoist priest's heart bled.
With a heavy heart, he broke an old whisk that was basically on display in two and put the whisk whisk on his chin.
His beard, now brimming with spiritual energy, was even more elegant and dashing than before. His confidence soared, and he strode down the mountain with an air of unparalleled power.
“Zhongming, my disciple, I’m back.”
When the old Taoist priest returned and saw the situation, he immediately sensed that something was amiss.
“Master, I am preparing for one last attempt. I believe I can succeed in one go and completely break through to the Zhongzhu acupoint.”
"Hold on."
The old Taoist priest stared solemnly at Zhong Ming's body, a faint white mist rising from his eyes. "Xiao Yu, go and ring the bell."
“Disciple, just go forward, I will protect you.”
With the old Taoist priest's words, Zhong Ming was completely at ease.
Unbeknownst to him, the old Taoist priest secretly transmitted a message to Xiao Zhao: 'Xiao Zhao, prepare your supernatural powers, go and summon the demon-slaying spirit, and ask it to borrow some of its divine power.'
The old Taoist priest was also very nervous. For someone of his level, this was not a particularly difficult task, but he was afraid of causing any harm to his disciple.
With a flick of his sleeve, an incense burner containing three sticks of green, exotic incense fell out and was placed by Zhong Ming's bedside.
As the incense was lit, Zhong Ming slowly entered a meditative state.
The old Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh. Although his disciple was not naturally gifted and had no spiritual roots, his focus and long-term practice of sharpening mirrors and knives allowed him to quickly enter a meditative state. Success was beyond the comprehension of Heaven, but he could do most of the work well.
Under Zhong Ming's control, the spiritual energy within the dragon vein began to flow slowly. Not only the spiritual energy, but also the spiritual energy that had been cleansed by his "frequency" over a long period of time could be slightly controlled by Zhong Ming, and the flesh and blood barriers fluctuated with the spiritual energy.
This impact was extremely large, like the aftermath of an underwater earthquake, where the seawater appeared to be flowing backward, but it was actually the prelude to a massive tsunami.
The smoke from burning incense filled the entire small house, which was inhaled and exhaled by the chiming of the bell.
The spiritual energy circulated freely, and a feeling of "when the time is right, heaven and earth are all in your favor" truly arose spontaneously. Zhong Ming's soul, like a divine soul drifting on an ancient battlefield, gazed at the narrow valley below.
The shield formation was densely packed, and the aura of blood and gore was overwhelming.
A vast forest of guns stretched out, filling the field with murderous intent.
Towering mountains and rugged gorges. Two armies faced each other, their banners obscuring the sun.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!
His soul was stirred, and with a thought, he took a deep breath of stale air, and suddenly a strong wind arose in the valley.
From within the gun formation, one man stepped forward and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Wind! Wind! Wind!"
"Strong wind! Strong wind! Strong wind!"
The army shouted in unison, and their morale suddenly rose to a higher level.
The long breath enters the body, and the spirit swells and becomes round like a war drum in the army. The person beats the chest with their arm, and the god beats the drum.
Beat the drums, advance!
The army of gunners moved with overwhelming force, shaking the sand and gravel along the way, and the echoes in the valley merged with the spirit of the bells.
As the two armies drew near, the soldiers at the forefront could even see the dragon-scale-like patterns on the enemy's shields, their spear tips already pressed into the gaps between the shields.
At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred. The vast valley instantly broke free from Zhong Ming's control, as if someone had hit him on the head with a blunt object, leaving him in a daze.
Zhong Ming wondered if he was hallucinating. In his blurry vision, he saw the valley moving around.
The hard mountain wall began to flow like water. The shield-bearing soldiers stood firm and unmoved, while the charging soldiers swayed as if they had drunk fake alcohol. The entire army veered to the side and crashed into the cliff face of the valley.
"not good!"
Zhong Ming tried his best to control his spiritual energy. If he strayed off course, even a slight difference could lead to disastrous consequences. If he went astray and passed under or to the side of the acupoint, things would become very difficult.
He couldn't even control this scale of spiritual energy to stop, let alone rush onto the wrong path and make a sharp turn to blast it towards the Zhongzhu acupoint.
At that point, we'll have no choice but to make the best of a bad situation and seek alternative acupoints further away.
The more anxious Zhong Ming became, the more rapid his breathing became. After taking a deep breath of the exotic fragrance, his mind did not improve at all; on the contrary, he tended to faint.
In a daze, a fierce wind howled in my ears, and I fell into the valley. I had actually fallen from "God of Heaven" to become a general.
The opportune moment and favorable terrain were no longer in their favor. The soldiers frantically surrounded Zhong Ming, but the surrounding mountains shifted their course, sending boulders raining down. The assembled army of spiritual energy was not only on the verge of collapse, but the massive amount of spiritual energy crammed into the narrow path; if it caused a stampede, their momentum would be shattered. At that point, forget about regrouping; they would be lucky to even be able to mend the leaks in their lifetime.
At this moment, a fierce rage welled up in Zhong Ming's heart, and he frantically ordered the army to converge on him, even if it meant their spears clashing and piercing each other's bodies.
The enemy's shield formation, twisted by the liquid valley, actually rose into the sky, blocking the final barrier of the Zhongzhu acupoint high in the sky.
The charging soldiers looked up at the sky, and then all their eyes were fixed on General Zhong Ming.
The general in the very center of the army clenched his fists, his anger blazing, and drew his sword, pointing it to the sky.
"Boom~~~"
The familiar bell tolled again, and the ancient bronze bell in the Taoist temple emitted mysterious ripples that spread outwards.
Suddenly, a huge rift tore open in the sky on the other side of the battlefield, and the old Taoist's large face burst through the air. He shouted, "Zhong Ming, just keep moving forward!"
After he finished speaking, a beam of light, as if a god had opened his heavenly eye, descended from the sky.
The sky above the shield array rippled and struggled in the light before shattering with a crash—nothing more than a mirage.
After all the illusions shattered, only a giant dragon head with its mouth wide open remained, waiting for Zhong Ming to lead his army to charge into the dragon's mouth and feast.
"Ha, you beast, why don't you show yourself?"
You thought I lit incense to calm your mind? No, I lit incense to attract your attention, just waiting for you to come out.
The vast sky shone brightly, and golden rays of light fell upon the earth, exploding as they landed in the valley. The distorted valley immediately revealed its true form, which turned out to be part of a dragon's body.
"Expose the demon, now's the time!"
The old Taoist's face gradually blurred, leaving only his holy eyes, which were brewing with destructive energy.
This is a completely different kind of light. If the light before was the spirit official monitoring the earth, revealing all demons and monsters without any trace, now it is the thunder god's wrath, divine punishment descending from heaven.
As the light fades, the sky clears and the earth brightens.